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“God, you’re so good at that,” Rocco groaned as he took him deeper, sucking him hard.

Taylor’s own cock was a hard, pulsing line in his jeans and it was usually easy to push his own desire aside so he could make Rocco feel good, but he wanted him too badly, wanted to be so close to him he couldn’t even remember where he left off and his man began.

He wanted to be buried so deeply inside him, giving them both everything they craved until there was no way they could mess this up.

“I’m good at other things too,” Taylor murmured, sliding a spit-slick finger up, circling Rocco’s hole. “I was thinking of bending you right over here, making you sob with it, but maybe instead . . .on the edge of the counter so I can see you. When your eyes go blurry with pleasure like that . . .”

“Yes,God, that, yes, yes,yes,” Rocco chanted. Fumbled in a drawer in the vanity and pulled out a bottle of lube. “Come on. Get in me.”

Even as desperate as he was, Taylor wasn’t ever going to be careless. He took his time, pressing one long finger inside Rocco’s heat and then another until Rocco was babbling and swearing, trying to fuck himself on his hand.

“You’re gonna make me come,” Rocco cried out. Like that was a bad thing. And it wasn’t. Not even close. But Rocco couldn’t come, not until he was inside him. Buried all the way inside.

“Condom?” Taylor asked, voice rough as he helped Rocco up onto the counter.

“I was tested about six months ago,” Rocco said, the corner of his mouth tilting up.

“And you know, it’s been forever for me. There . . .” Taylor tipped his forehead against Rocco’s as his legs wound around his waist. “There was never anybody I wanted to take that risk for. But you? You’re another story.”

“A new page?” Rocco teased, his lips nipping at Taylor’s mouth.

“A whole new book,” Taylor said, exhaling hard as he slicked up his cock and then lined up.

Rocco gasped as he slid inside, and Taylor was pretty sure that very undignified groan echoing in his own head was from him.

“Kiss me,” Rocco groaned and Taylor did, locking them together every way he could, tongue delving into his mouth, loving the sugar-spice flavor on his tongue and the way Rocco’sbody pulled him inside, the hot clench of him, but more than anything loving theman.

It was amazing and overwhelming and Taylor knew no matter how much he tried to make it last, he couldn’t.

“God, yes, moveplease,” Rocco pled, and Taylor did his best, thrusting hard, his knees buckling at the waves of pleasure cresting through him.

Reaching between them, he wrapped his fingers around Rocco’s cock and tried to jerk him with the same rhythm, even though his own was highly compromised.

But that didn’t seem to matter, because a minute later, Rocco was crying out, clenching around him, and he was following him right over the edge.

Taylor had never had alotof sex, but the sex hehadhad, had never felt like this before.

Like he was being emptied out and filled up, all at the same time.

But he wasn’t alone. Because Rocco’s head slumped onto his shoulder and he murmured into his skin, “We need to do that a hundred more times. A thousand. It’s never . . .never. . .”

“I know,” Taylor agreed.

“A whole new book,” Rocco mused. “That seems about right.”

And even though he was on new footing, it felt fine—better than fine, it felt fucking incredible, in fact—because they were both there together.

Chapter 14

December 23rd

“I can’t believe all these people came,” Rocco said incredulously.

Maybe a little too incredulous, but Taylor loved him for it anyway.

After all, he knew well enough how free food and drink could get people in the door, even when they were set against something. Even in Christmas Falls.

Bright balloons in purples and pinks and greens were gathered in bunches in the corners of Jolly Java, and Rebecca had hung a hand-lettered sign in the same colors that read “Happy Birthday, Marjorie” over the maincounter.

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