Page 49 of The Marriage Negotiation

Zaq stilled.

I stilled.

I glanced up at Zaq to find dazed eyes staring back at me. Zaq seemed to be holding his breath as if he waited for something. I started thrusting, my cock moving quickly in and out of Zaq's body. I couldn't believe how tight Zaq's body felt, how wonderful the silken heat gripped me.

I was overwhelmed with the sensations shooting through my body. I leaned down close to Zaq, bracing myself on my arms as I stared him straight in the eyes.

"I'm going to come in your hot, tight, little ass, Zaq. I'm going to mark you inside and out so that everyone knows you belong to me."

Zaq blinked, his mouth falling open.

My grin was feral as I pulled back until just the head of my cock remained inside of Zaq's body, and then I thrust forward with all the desire I felt coursing through my body.

"Patrick," Zaq gasped.

"Do it, baby," I growled. "Come for me."

Zaq cried out, his head pressing back into the blanket beneath him. His body arched up into me and went tense as the space between us was filled with his hot seed. Zaq's hands grasped desperately for purchase, finding it on my body, wrapping around my shoulders.

One more hard thrust and I erupted, filling the condom with my release. I lifted my head to look down. Zaq's face looked serene, an easy smile spread across the man's lips. His eyelids fluttered as if he wasn't quite conscious.

As my breathing slowly returned to normal, I gently stroked the side of Zaq's face with my fingers. My heart pounded with joy, amazement, and just a hint of wonder at what I held in my arms.

Chapter Fourteen

~ Zaq ~

I woke up with a smile on my face and aches in places that reminded me that I'd had a very good night. I turned my head to look at the man sleeping next to me. Patrick had a peaceful look on his face, a half smile curving his lips. Stubble sprinkled his firm square jaw and there was a red patch just below his jaw line.

I smiled with pride at the mark I'd left on him. This was a good sight to wake up to and I was the lucky bastard that got to wake up to it for the rest of my life.

It still rankled me a little bit that I had been so blind to Peter's faults, but maybe I had to go through the bad to appreciate the good. Patrick was the good. He was definitely better than his brother.

I reached out and stroked my finger along the hairline near Patrick's ear. His skin was surprisingly soft for a man.

Patrick smiled as he opened his eyes. "Good morning."

"Hey," I replied with a smile. "Did you sleep okay?"

"I did. You?"

I nodded.

"How long have you been up?" Patrick asked.

"Just a few minutes." I scooted closer so I could notch my head under Patrick's chin. "I was waiting for you to wake up."

"Yeah?" Patrick's arms wrapped around me in a warm hug. "You want to snuggle some more or are you ready to get up?"

"I have to decide?"

It was a tough choice.

I felt Patrick's deep chuckle right down to the bone.

"We should probably get up and get some breakfast."

I tilted my head back so I could see his face. "Maybe we can grab something and eat it in the park?"

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