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Chris slipped a hand under Drake’s sweater, his fingers finding one of his nipples almost instantly. Drake moaned and threw his head back, but that didn’t stop Chris from kissing him. He just moved his lips downward, trailing over Drake’s neck, biting once against the spot where Drake was convinced his mating bite would be soon.

They rutted against each other, using the door to keep them from falling on their faces. It took Drake’s breath away, and not just because he was pinned against the door. Anything Chris did made Drake feel like he couldn’t quite breathe.

He almoststoppedbreathing when Chris pushed a hand between Drake’s back and the door. It was a tight fit, but he managed to wiggle his hand into the back of Drake’s jeans, cupping his ass. One of his fingers strayed too close to Drake’s crack, and Drake jerked forward instinctively pushing theircocks together. The friction was maddening, and when Chris bit him again, Drake couldn’t stop himself from coming.

It was fast and messy, but that was him, wasn’t it? If Chris truly wanted him for who he was, then he wouldn’t mind this, either.

Chris didn’t stop moving. He kneaded Drake’s ass and continued thrusting against him, panting against his neck as he chased his pleasure. There wasn’t much Drake could do, considering the position he was in, but maybe he didn’t need to do anything. Maybe this would be enough.

It had been for him.

When Chris stiffened, Drake held on harder. He cradled Chris against his body, enjoying the last shallow thrusts of his hips and Chris’s warm breath on his skin. He enjoyed the sticky feeling in his underwear less, but he didn’t care.

“I’m not sure this is taking things slow,” Chris muttered, but he didn’t move away to let Drake down.

Drake carded his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know about that. We didn’t even get naked.”

Chris looked up, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Maybe that could be arranged.”

Drake grinned. He had a list of things he wanted to do with Chris, and they had a future together during which they could do all those things.

Chris liked Drake just the way he was and wanted to be with him. It wasn’t something Drake had ever truly believed he’d get, but he had it, and he wasn’t letting go.

Chapter Seven

Chris looked around the table. Drake was to his right, next to Jennifer. Chris was slightly worried because those two together could probably destroy the world, but he wasn’t about to stick his nose into their conversation.

On his right was his brother. Dennis was sitting on Kyle’s other side, and like Jennifer and Drake, the two of them were talking. They also kept kissing, which Chris would make sure to tease them for. They would tease back because he was always kissing Drake, but he didn’t care.

Who wouldn’t kiss his mate if they were in his place?

His grandfather sat in front of him, and Agatha was next to him. Annabelle was there, too, because where Jennifer was, she generally was, too. Jacob, Taylor, and Eddie were present, too, since they were Drake’s family.

And all of them together were Chris’s.

It was still strange to see that Chris’s life included so many people now. Before, he’d only had a handful of them—his grandfather and his siblings, and when she’d been alive, his mother. He’d never felt like he was part of something bigger the way he did now, and it was a complicated feeling to deal with.

“Everything all right?” Drake asked, leaning against Chris’s side.

Chris’s first instinct was to wrap an arm around him, so he did. He leaned down to kiss Drake, who tasted of tomato sauce and garlic since he’d chosen the lasagna. It wasn’t unpleasant, so Chris kissed him again.

When he leaned back, Drake’s cheeks were flushed. It always made Chris smile when he managed to get that reaction out of his mate.

“I’m fine,” he promised. “More than fine, actually.” He glanced around the table again. Dennis had chosen therestaurant, and the food was as good as he’d promised it would be.

“I feel the same way,” Drake murmured. “It’s incredible, isn’t it?”

“It is, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I wouldn’t, either. I like my life, and I’m pretty sure it’s the first time I’ve felt that way. It’s been a while, and I’m a bit bewildered.”

“Well, I like my life, too, so don’t worry too much. We can be bewildered together.”

That earned Chris a wide smile that he wanted to kiss. Since he could, he leaned down again, but someone slapped his forearm.

He looked around Drake and glared at his sister, who stuck her tongue out at him.

“Very mature,” he teased.

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