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“Okay. What else?”

“I can’t remember.” He drops his head to my shoulder. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, I want to do that, too. But not now. You’re tired.”

He grinds against me, making my dick wet. “Not that tired.”

“Mmm.” I slide my hand over the back of his head, where the hair is too short to grab on to, but he gets the idea. He lifts his head enough for our mouths to slide together again, and I start to rub against him as we kiss, lazy and dirty.

He spreads his legs wide and pulls me between them, until there’s no space between our bodies and we’re reduced to the hard, pulsing need to just get off.

This is familiar. Even after a decade, I remember the shape of Lachlan’s body against mine, the press of his dick and desperate pull inside me to get closer, closer, closer. His hands tighten against the hard curve of my ass as I flex and grind against him. Up and down, my hips move, fluid and slick and totally focused on the mission—getting Lachlan off. Making him shiver and shake as his balls draw tight, as his orgasm starts to coil deep inside him, and he wants to fight it, but he can’t.

I bite his lower lip as he gasps and slams his hips against mine. “Shit, fuck, damn.”

God, I want to ride it out with him, but I don’t have a change of clothes here. “So good, watching you come,” I whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth as he shudders in my arms. “Fucking hot.”

“You didn’t.” He tries and fails to focus his glassy eyes on me. Tired boy.

“I’m good.” I kiss him again. “You’ll owe me when you get back from out west.”

“On my knees,” he whispers, then drops his head to my shoulder and drags in a ragged breath. “I need to go get changed. Don’t go anywhere.”

I pat his ass as he heads out of the room. He doesn’t go far. It looks like his bedroom is across the hall. I watch through the half-shut door as he pulls off his clothes and throws them in a hamper, then he disappears and the shower turns on.

I turn to the breakfast I brought, and grab one of the coffees.

Fucking hell. Pressing my hand to my still swollen cock, I try to think of drill routines. That doesn’t work. I just see Lachlan half-dressed in our red serge.

Paperwork makes me think of Beth.

Mmm. Beth. Right. I don’t need to wait until Lachlan gets back to have some fun.

I cross my legs at my ankles and take a long, slow sip of coffee.

14

Lachlan

Itake a three-minute shower, then pull on a clean pair of sweats and rejoin Hugh in the kitchen.

He hands me a coffee.

“Thanks.”

“My pleasure.” He gives me a dirty grin as he takes a sip from his own cup, and I feel my cheeks heat up.

Then I yawn.

He shoves a sandwich in my hand and I gesture to the table. We sit and eat, and don’t talk. It’s perfect.

When I’m done, I sit back and watch him finish eating. He sees me looking at him, but he doesn’t say anything at first. Like,look your fill, Mr. Ross. Get hooked on the big, bad Hugh.

He quietly gathers up our garbage and disposes of the wrappers, then rinses out the travel mugs. I don’t miss that he leaves them on my dish rack to dry.

I stand, too, and I yawn again. These all-nighters. I can’t do them as easily now as I could when I was younger.

He points across the hall. “Is your bed through there?”

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