Page 34 of Wrecked

Crow wasn’t sure exactly how it happened, but Rebel turned around a bit and dipped his head down, placing a kiss on his lips.

The room stopped.

All sound faded and Crow cupped the back of Rebel’s head, sinking his fingers into rich black curls. He deepened the kiss and Rebel opened his mouth, nipping at his lips.

Explosions rocked through Crow.

As the kiss went on, the heat grew, and when Crow finally eased back, Rebel’s mouth followed him, nipping and licking.

Crow planted one hand on Rebel’s chest to keep them apart. The man panted and held his gaze.

For the love of all that was holy…

What the hell was he doing?

“What’s going on?” Crow had to ask before he did something stupid that he couldn’t take back.

“We’re doing a test run for tomorrow night. This is you being my boyfriend practice.”

Rebel smiled impishly and so help him God, Crow forgot his own name for a moment.

The next afternoon…

Crow had spent all last night with a fucking hard-on that wouldn’t go away.

Because as much as that kiss in the lounge had turned him on, Rebel had turned shy.

Yet, being shy didn’t stop Rebel from flirting, though, and the young man took every chance he could to torment and tease him over the past twenty-four hours.

If Crow had any less patience, then he would have tossed Rebel to the bed and fucked him senseless instead of sleeping on the fold-out couch and giving Rebel the king-sized bed.

“Whatcha doin?” Rebel whispered against his ear.

The man’s knees dipped the mattress behind him on the side of the bed.

“Trying to send an email,” Crow said gruffly.

“To who?”

“Whom, and it’s to Real.”

“Whom. Why?”

“Because it’s protocol,” Crow said, shooting the contact email within the twenty-four hour time frame. He tucked his phone away and caught Rebel around the waist.

The younger man wiggled and twisted, but Crow pulled him into his arms.

He wasn’t sure what the hell this was, but having Rebel in his arms, knowing the man was safe, kept him calm.

Rebel eased closer, their lips a hair’s breath away from each other. Crow’s cock hardened and he combed his fingers through Rebel’s dark curls.

A knock on the door made them jump apart.

“Shit! That scared me,” Rebel laughed, falling onto his back on the bed.

“I ordered room service.” Crow smirked and evened out his breath before he cracked the door with the gun behind his back.

It was indeed room service and Crow locked the door and wheeled the cart into the room.

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