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“Hurry,” Caleb gasped against the wall. Wolf ran kisses along his back, licking up the water, and probing his ass with a soapy dick. They’d used soap as lube more times than he could count, but Caleb also had a small bottle of lube in the shower he’d placed there last night.

Wolf must have suddenly seen the bottle because he pulled back, rinsed his cock, and lubed it up before he was back pressing the thick hard length between his ass cheeks.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Caleb breathed and gasped when the head of Wolf’s cock popped through his tight entrance. He went up on his toes at first with the burn, but Wolf kicked his legs apart and Caleb’s feet planted, sending Wolf’s cock deep.

“Nnnnh,” he panted against the tile, widening his stance.

Wolf reached around to grip his cock with a soapy hand and Caleb bucked into the tight fist. Fuck yeah. Wolf always knew the quickest way to get him to come.

“I don’t want to come yet,” he whined, undulating.

“Just to knock the edge off,” Wolf murmured. Biting at his shoulder, the man shoved his cock deeper, impaling him, and yanked at his cock until he was jerking and coming against the tile with a sharp shout.

Wolf bit him where his neck met his shoulder and Caleb shuddered through his release. With his cock released, he hung still semi-hard between his legs.

Strong hands gripped his hips and Wolf was suddenly pounding into his ass. Every thrust hit the bundle of nerves deep inside of him and his cock began to rise. It was frequent that he came twice during sex. Wolf said it was an age thing.

Caleb knew it was a Wolf thing.

His big, ripped husband drove into him until Caleb was gasping when Wolf reached around him to yank at his cock again, Caleb painted the tile once more.

Wolf’s thrusts became sporadic amidst grunts and one long hiss and then Wolf emptied his load into his ass.

Caleb stood shuddering, totally spent, only held up by Wolf’s strong grip. When he was turned around and washed from head to toe, it was all Caleb could do to stay upright. Wolf hurriedly soaped and rinsed before snapping open the shower door.

His husband dried them both and lifted him into his arms.

“I’m too heavy to carry,” he murmured.

“Hush,” Wolf said and lowered him to the bed.

Caleb pulled back the puffy white comforter and sheets and slid into the bed. Wolf joined him and caught him close; the man’s lips touched his in a soft kiss.

Turning around, Caleb snuggled his ass back into Wolf’s crotch and the man closed those meaty arms around him.

It was well into the afternoon by the time Caleb surfaced from sleep.

Wolf lay curled around him.

“You two get your shit worked out?” Lash asked.

Caleb glanced up from tucking extra ammo into his coat to answer his brother. “We’re working on it.” Thoughts of last night with Wolf made him smile.

Lash lifted an extra clip from the bag in the back of the SUV and smirked. The slight smile pulled at the scar that ran from beneath his brother’s chin and down his neck before disappearing into the collar of his shirt.

Fear, his brother’s fiancé of several years, appeared next to them and Lash’s brown eyes softened—the pair were never apart. Caleb wondered when the pair would tie the knot. Fear swept a hand down Lash’s back before he reached between them and snagged a few ammo clips. Of course, Lash and Fear were code names, and even though Caleb was considered the little brother, he couldn’t bring himself to call them by Micah and Alex—their birth names.

The Phoenix operatives had gathered at a pre-arranged location to gear up and make a plan for taking down Carl Grant.

“You two good?” Fear asked, shooting a glance to where Wolf stood talking to Quick.

Quick had shown up early that morning. Right now, the guy was in charge of covert ops in Arizona or Nevada, Caleb wasn’tsure which one it was. Not that any of them were privy to orders that came from the top.

“Say the word and we’ll kick his ass.” Lash pointed an ammo clip at Wolf across the way.

Caleb snorted. “He would hand you yours and you know it.”

“Maybe,” Lash huffed.

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