Page 67 of Chasing You

Adele kissed him again, then propped up on his elbows, his chest still pressing down on Kash’s body. “I’m going to find someone from your old station who still has copies. But for now, the calendars…”

“You can’t ask the guys to do that for me,” Kash murmured. “I’m not, you know, part of any crew anymore.”

“Bullshit. Just because you were hurt and can’t do the job the way you used to doesn’t mean you’re not still in the family. And you know for a fact all of them would slap you upside the head for being such a goddamn moron.”

Kash felt his throat go tight. “They’ll only say yes because they want to get naked on camera.”

Adele snorted a laugh. “I don’t want to get naked on camera, but I will for you. I will do anything for you. I’ll sign up for the second month if I have to.” Their gazes met again, and then Adele lifted a hand and traced linesbetween Kash’s freckles. “You know this, right? Tell me you know this.”

“I know it because I’d do the same thing if we had traded places,” Kash told him.

Adele closed his eyes and dropped his head forward, nuzzling his nose against Kash’s. “I’ll talk to them tomorrow about the change in funding. And if your insurance comes through, we can figure out something else to do with the money.”

“The station might also pay for it,” Kash said. That was also an option. Adele was right. They didn’t abandon one of their own, but he was so used to everything being out of his reach. He was so used to everything going all wrong.

“We’ll make it work. You’ll have the snazziest, zippiest wheels this side of the river.”

Kash laughed softly and wrapped his arms around Adele’s waist. “Take me to bed. I want you, and I don’t want to risk giving anyone a show if they decide to pop by.”

It was a real risk. So far, they hadn’t gotten caught, but Kash was waiting for the day when someone let themselves into the house and his bare ass was being pounded. He had enough trauma in his life. He didn’t want to make room for more until he’d processed a few other things.

Adele grinned down at him, then kissed him one last time. For good measure. “Come with me,” he murmured.

Kash didn’t hesitate as Adele climbed to his feet and offered him a hand.

eighteen

ADELE

“Yeah,fuck.”Adele’s palm pressed hard against Kash’s mouth, keeping his sounds firmly tucked away. He could only just make out his soft grunts over the running shower, and he could see his nostrils flaring more than he could hear the way his breath was coming in heavy pants.

His hips were aching, but he couldn’t stop thrusting. He had Kash against the bathroom sink, both of them facing the mirror, and he hadn’t been able to look away from Kash’s reflection. His cheeks were splotchy, his ears red, eyes dazed. His legs were strong, rooted to the floor as he thrust his hips back.

The bathroom was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin—louder than Kash might have been if Adele had let his mouth go, but it was obvious Kash liked it. And fuck, so did Adele.

“That’s right,” Adele said, leaning in to speak against the back of Kash’s ear. “Look at you. Look at your face as you take my dick. Look at how close you are.”

Kash whimpered, his eyes fluttering closed. Adele bit him on the shoulder hard until they flew backopen.

“Don’t look away. I want you to see you the way I do. The most gorgeous man on this planet. Understand?”

Kash groaned and nodded, drool pooling against Adele’s palm, but he didn’t care.

“That’s my good boy.”

Kash’s breath rushed from his lungs, and his ass tightened around Adele’s cock.

Adele grinned wolfishly. He almost didn’t recognize himself like this, but fuck, he was into it. “You like that, don’t you? Like holding off for me. Like being good for me.” Kash moaned and fucked his hips back harder. “Like being made to wait. Like it when I control your sounds.”

Kash’s knees began to tremble, and he spoke against Adele’s palm. The words were a jumbled mess, but Adele knew what they were.

He was begging.

Adele hadn’t wanted to make him beg at first. He’d wanted to give Kash everything the second he wanted it, but he realized that he’d been going about this all wrong. Kash didn’t want to be treated like he was broken because he wasn’t fucking broken, and Adele had screwed all of that up.

But he could fix it now.

“Yeah. Yeah, baby. Come on, beg me. Beg me to make you come. Beg me to stroke your dick.” His hips sped up, rabbit-fast, thrusting hard at the perfect angle that was nailing his prostate.

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