Page 87 of Hot Zone

He moved one hand around my body and gripped my cock, stroking it over and over in time with my movements.

That familiar tingle made its way down my spine to my balls, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“I’m going to come.” I didn’t so much ask for permission as state a fact, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Do it, baby. Come for Daddy.”

I slammed down on him one more time. My back arched and I cried out as my climax tore through me.

He gripped my hips tight and held me in place as he took over, thrusting up into me over and over until he threw back his head and filled my channel with his own release.

I collapsed on him, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.

Samuel

When I left the station the day of the attack, the mayor had strongly suggested I take Friday off, and Mars had stayed home too. We’d spent most of the day curled up on the couch, binge-watching a baking show even though neither of us was much of a baker.

I’d talked to pretty much every member of my family to reassure them that I really was fine. Steven had wanted to come see for himself, and I couldn’t blame him. If the shoe were on the other foot, you couldn’t have kept me away, so we’d decided he and Roxy would come over to the house for dinner.

Steven and I had been really close when he was a boy, but as he got older, we’d butted heads more than once. He was very independent—a lot like his mother—and like her, he’d felt that I was too domineering.

But when he and Roxy showed up, it was like he was that small boy again. He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug that lasted way longer than normal.

“Don’t you scare me like that again, old man,” he mumbled before letting me go.

“I’ll try not to.”

Steven turned to Mars. “How are you?”

“I’m good.” Mars came over to us and hugged Steven.

“Where’s Kismet?” Steven looked around for the cat.

“She’s asleep on our bed. Her favorite spot is on Samuel’s pillow. Darn traitor.”

“So, Mars, what are you going to do with all the stuff you have out in the garage?” Roxy asked.

I didn’t even give him a chance to think about his answer. “He’s going to unpack it all and make this house his home.”

He grinned at me. “Well, most of it maybe. Some of it, I’ll return. We don’t need two sets of pots and pans.”

“Okay, you have me there. But most of it can stay. We’ll find a place for anything you want to keep.”

Steven laughed. “I’m trying to picture you living in a world as colorful as Mars’s.”

“If that’s what makes him happy, then I’m all for it. Bring on the color.”

“Okay then, let’s get to it. We don’t have anything better to do. Let’s unpack some boxes.” Steven grabbed Mars by the arm and dragged him toward the garage.

“They’re like two little boys when you get them together,” Roxy said.

“It’s good to see that nothing has changed in that regard.”

That had been one of my biggest concerns. Steven had been so against us being together, and the last thing I wanted was to cause a rift between the two of them. After the dinner we’d all had the other night, I felt like we were on the right track, but it was still a relief to see them together.

“Nah, they’re good. Steven just needed a minute to wrap his brain around the idea.”

I knew she was right. Steven may have gotten his independence from his mother, but he’d gotten a stubborn streak from me. I was just glad it hadn’t taken too long for him to come around.

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