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Todd doesn’t answer, but the silence says enough. I lean forward again, my voice soft but firm. “Todd, I’m not saying it’s easy. But I’m saying it’s worth it. You deserve happiness. You deserve Adam. And he deserves you, too.”

He’s silent for a long moment, staring down at his hands. Finally, he nods, just barely. “I’ll think about it,” he says, his voice rough.

“That’s all I’m asking,” I say, clapping him on the shoulder. “Just don’t take too long. Adam’s a good guy, but he’s not going to wait forever.”

Todd gives a short laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, I guess not.”

Mika and I stand at the doorway, watching as Todd drives off. As soon as the car disappears down the road, Mika turns to me, his expression sharp and playful.

“I have one word for you, babe,” he says, his tone low and ominous, though his eyes betray his amusement.

I cross my arms, feigning nonchalance. “Oh yeah? And what word would that be?”

His lips curl into a wicked grin. “Run.”

I barely have time to register the word before Mika lunges at me. Laughing, I dodge his grab, bolting down the hall as his laughter echoes behind me. His footsteps pound against the floor as he chases me, and I’m grinning like an idiot by the time we tumble through the bedroom door.

We land in a heap on the bed, both of us breathless and laughing so hard it takes a moment to catch our breath. Mika’s weight presses me into the mattress, and as his laughter fades, his gaze locks onto mine. There’s something electric in his eyes—a mix of love, desire, and joy—that makes my heart race for reasons entirely unrelated to the chase.

“Gotcha,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss to my lips.

“Yeah, you got me,” I whisper back, threading my fingers through his hair. And damn it, I hope he never lets me go.

Mika

Idrive down I-20, humming along with the radio, stealing glances at Gabe as he naps in the passenger seat. We’d hit the road well before sunrise, wanting to make it to El Paso and Annie’s new home before dark. The adoptions for Max and Moe went smoothly, and their new families seem like good ones. Gabe was happy to see them go to loving homes, but I can tell he’s going to miss them. There’s this quiet sadness lingering in his eyes, even though he knows it’s for the right reasons.

My mate is a damn fine man—hell, the best I know. I glance at him again, sprawled out in the seat, his head tipped back and his lips slightly parted. Peaceful. Beautiful. Sexy as hell. Just looking at him stirs something in me, and my cock twitches, already hardening as the heat pools low in my stomach.

I clench the wheel tighter, white-knuckling it as I fight the surge of desire. How far are we from a place to stop? I glance at the GPS, groaning when I see the marker for Odessa.Hours. We’re hours from El Paso, and there’s no way I can drive this worked up for that long.

Another glance at Gabe. Still asleep, oblivious to my struggle.Damn it.One hand slips off the wheel, sliding down to press against the aching bulge in my jeans. A soft moan escapes before I can stop it, and I freeze, darting a quick look at Gabe. Nothing. He’s still out.

I take a steadying breath, my cock throbbing in time with my pulse. Carefully, I work open the button on my jeans, steering with my knee for a second as I tug the zipper down. Lifting my hips just enough, I push my jeans down far enough to free my dick, sighing as the cool air hits it.

The truck swerves slightly, and I grab the wheel again, heart pounding.Focus, Mika. Eyes on the road.But the urge is too strong to resist, and my free hand trails back down to grip the base of my cock, thumb swiping over the head to spread the pre-cum pooling there.

“Need some help with that?” Gabe’s voice cuts through the quiet, sleepy but unmistakably amused.

I jolt, the truck jerking to the side before I correct it, slamming both hands back on the wheel. “Shit!” My heart races as I glance at him. “You scared the hell out of me, Gabe!”

He just laughs, low and husky, sliding over until his thigh presses against mine. His attention drops to my lap, and his lips curve into a grin that has my cock leaking even more.

“Mmm, you should’ve woken me up,” he murmurs, his hand resting on my thigh. “Kind of cruel not to, don’t you think?”

His fingers slide higher, and I bite back a groan as he cups me, his touch warm and firm.

“Gabe,” I warn, my voice strained, “I’m trying to drive here.”

“You’re trying,” he agrees, leaning closer to brush his lips against my neck. His tongue flicks out, teasing, and I choke out a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” Gabe murmurs, as I lift up slightly allowing him to free my dick. His left hand grips my cock and pumps it twice before wrapping his right hand around his own thick length. He starts stroking both of us, his movements perfectly in sync. He rubs a throbbing vein on the upward stroke with his thumb, making me twitch in his hand.

“Goddamn, Gabriel,” I rasp, barely holding it together. My focus is a war between the road ahead and the sinful sight in my peripheral vision—Gabe stroking himself while his hand works me over with the same delicious rhythm.

With a deep growl, I grab a fistful of his silky hair, forcibly guiding his mouth down to my hard cock and make him take it all. He fights not to gag as my tip hits the back of his throat, and then moans in surrender, sucking hard on the way back up.

Each pull with his perfect mouth sends me spiraling closer to the edge. He pops off, licking the slit, then his thumb swirls over my swollen head, and I swear I’m seeing stars even with my eyes open. His free hand cups my sensitive, full balls, as he deepthroats me again.

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