Page 61 of Something Unavoidable

“Look how beautiful you are,” Keegan said, making Izzy’s startled gaze fly back to his. “My gorgeous, sweet, perfect brat.”

Izzy’s breath hiccuped on a laugh. “Yeah,” he said, his voice wavering. “I’m yours.”

“Just mine,” Keegan replied. He kissed Izzy again, his movements picking up speed and strength until Izzy lost the rest of his words and became nothing more than a live wire of sensation. Of pleasure.

He didn’t even know he was coming until heat started pulsing over his knuckles. He shook through it, whimpering and clinging to Keegan as the aftershocks dragged on and on. Even when itwas over, Keegan’s movements inside him felt so good that Izzy begged him not to stop.

“Shh,” Keegan said, voice rough, his sweat dripping onto Izzy’s burning skin in cool drops. “I’m not gonna stop. I’m gonna fill you up. Mark you as mine, inside and out.” He pushed his hand down on Izzy’s belly, and Izzy gasped at how deep he was. Fuck, that was hot.

“Do it,” he begged. “Mark me. I want to feel you dripping out of my ass all day tomorrow.”

Keegan let out a groan that was almost a snarl, pounding into Izzy until he shoved deep and lost his rhythm, hips stuttering like he was trying to get deeper anyway.

Izzy shuddered, his cock releasing another weak pulse of pleasure. Oh god. Fuck. He went limp, his hands falling away, his legs slipping from Keegan’s shoulders.

Keegan dropped down on top of him and Izzy convinced his arms to listen for long enough to wrap around Keegan’s back and hold on. Keegan’s face was buried in Izzy’s throat, and his teeth scraped across Izzy’s skin. Izzy shivered and clung tighter.

“Stay?” he asked when Keegan went to pull back. Izzy wasn’t ready to be empty just yet.

“Okay, baby,” Keegan answered. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

That was when Izzy realized he was crying again. He released a shaky laugh. “I’m a mess,” he told Keegan.

Keegan lifted his head enough to press their foreheads together, his eyes closed. “Maybe,” he said. “But you’re my mess.”

Izzy tilted his head up for a kiss. Good. That was good. As long as someone was responsible for this shitshow.

Izzy eased his footforward blindly, feeling around for any obstacles before shifting his weight onto it. Then he repeated the process.

Next to him, his hands on Izzy’s shoulders to direct his progress, Keegan sighed. “I’m not going to lead you off a cliff, if that’s what you’re worried about, brat.”

“I’m supposed to believe that?” Izzy replied from behind the darkness of the blindfold. “What if you’ve just been biding your time the last few weeks.”

On his other side, Riley brushed against his legs, her panting doggie breaths unconcerned. She would let him know if this was an elaborate trap, right?

The sun was warm on his face, despite the early-March chill. “If this is a proposal, I’m gonna… Well, I’ll probably say yes, but I’ll also question your sanity. We’ve only been dating for a month.”

“Noted,” Keegan said, laughter beneath the dryness in his tone. “But it’s not a proposal. Just a surprise.”

Izzy clutched his arm tighter. “A surprise like a sheer cliff face?” he quipped, trying to hide his nerves.

“In the barnyard?” Keegan shot back.

Okay, his boyfriend might have a point. Izzy grinned. He loved their banter. Especially now that it didn’t have the sharpness of hurt feelings and misunderstanding behind it. “So not a cliff, but an open grave? Maybe you’re finally sick of my charming personality.”

Keegan tugged him to a stop, then cupped the back of his neck, dragging him in for a kiss. “Never,” he said against Izzy’s lips, then he removed the blindfold.

Izzy blinked against the bright winter sun until the spots cleared from his vision and he could see Keegan. Keegan, who looked nervous. Crap.Wasthis a good surprise? Or was it one of those things Izzy would have to pretend to like while secretlydumping half of it down the drain like that weird monkey-shit coffee Archer had given him.

Keegan nodded to the massive silver horse trailer parked in the driveway. It was the professional kind, with living quarters and a tack room attached. Why would Keegan get a trailer? He didn’t even have a horse.

Then Izzy heard the thump of hooves on thick rubber flooring, and a familiar dark head appeared at the top of the ramp, glossy ears pricked, nostrils scenting the air.

Izzy’s hands flew to his mouth to muffle his gasp and the broken sound that followed it.

Blackbird.

She clomped down the ramp in high-kneed, hesitating steps as she tested the footing until she was on flat ground. Then she snorted and tossed her head like she was complaining about the en-route service.

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