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And I swear, when we find the bastard who did this—they’re going to wish they never stepped foot on this land.

Iko’s sharp yip carries through the house, a high-pitched demand that has Gabe moving before I do. He strides to the door, opening it with a quick flick of his wrist, and I follow close behind. The little guy is already squirming in his kennel, paws scrabbling at the door in his eagerness to be let out.

As soon as Gabe unlatches it, Iko tumbles forward, a bundle of wriggling energy. He stretches, then prances toward the back door, tail wagging furiously.

“I’ll take him out and stay with him if you want to relax for a bit,” Gabe offers, his voice steady but tinged with tension. “No way am I leaving the little guy alone out there until we catch who did this.”

The protectiveness in his tone sends a surge of warmth through me.

I reach for the hem of my shirt as an idea forms. “Think I’ll shower real quick, then run you a bath. Unless you want to join me?”

Gabe’s gaze flickers to me, and just like that, heat coils between us. It’s instant, undeniable. His pupils darken, his lips part, and yeah—I can practically smell the shift in his arousal. My cock twitches in response, straining against my jeans, and I swear I see Gabe’s throat work as he swallows.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice low, rough.

I smirk, already knowing how this is going to go. “Good. So, shower, bath…and then I’m going to bend you over and eat your tight ass before I fuck you senseless. Sound like a plan?”

Gabe groans, the sound thick and needy. That’s all the answer I need.

I step in close, grab two handfuls of his perfect ass, and pull him flush against me, grinding our cocks together through layers of his denim. His breath stutters, and the scent of his arousal spikes, filling my senses until it’s all I can do not to strip him right here.

But I want to take my time with him tonight.

I nip at his neck, right where his pulse pounds, and grin against his skin when he shivers. “Don’t take too long, mate.”

Then I release him and head inside.

Gabe

Ipress a hand to my chest, trying to steady my thundering heart. Holy shit, I’m barely holding it together. Glancing down at Iko, I watch as he sniffs every damn inch of the yard. “Please, buddy, hurry up and do your business before I bust,” I mutter, shifting impatiently.

Iko looks up at me, tongue lolling like he’s got all the time in the world. I groan, rolling my eyes, but thankfully, he finally picks a spot that suits him. The second he’s done, I practically haul him inside. By the time I reach the bathroom, I’m ready to drop to my knees and sing hallelujahs.

Peeking inside, I catch sight of Mika bent over the tub, checking the water temperature. His towel is slung so low on his hips that it leaves little to the imagination. A low wolf whistle escapes me, and I stride forward, unable to resist running my hands over that perfect, rounded ass sticking up in the air.

Mika swats at me without looking backward. “Nuh uh,” he says, straightening with a grin. “I’ve got a plan. Strip.” He adds an exaggerated leer for good measure, and that’s all it takes.

I tear at my clothes like they’re on fire, heart pounding and cock aching. Mika in full dominant mode is impossible to resist.

As soon as I step into the bath, a groan of pure pleasure escapes me. The water’s perfectly hot, the kind that makes your skin glow pink. I sink down, letting the tension in my muscles start to melt away. Knowing Mika, that glow is exactly what he’s aiming for—to see it when he spreads me open and licks every inch of me. The thought alone has me throbbing and dangerously close to coming already.

Get it together, Gabe.

I lean back, trying to relax, though Mika’s presence beside me makes that a challenge. He kneels by the tub, carefully washing me with slow, deliberate movements. It’s maddening. I expect him to tease, to touch me in ways that leave me shaking, but his hands stay efficient, purposeful.

The restraint only builds the heat coiling low in my belly. The slow burn of anticipation is sweet agony.

Mika finishes rinsing my hair and gives it a playful tug. “Time to get out, babe, before the water cools.” He steps to the side, holding a towel at the ready.

Reluctantly, I rise, water streaming off me. Mika wraps the towel around me and starts to dry me off, his movements slow and deliberate. At first, I feel a little silly letting him do it, but the friction sparks heat that races straight to my groin.

I reach for him, ready to beg if that’s what it takes, but Mika steps back and shakes his head. “Nuh uh, mate.”

I groan in frustration, but my protest turns into a gasp when Mika catches my wrists and pins them together in front of me. The dual sensations of annoyance and arousal hit me like a freight train. God, I hate the “nuh uh,” but being restrained? That’s fuckingscorching.

His grip is firm but gentle as he leads me out of the bathroom and toward the bed. My feet move on instinct, trusting Mika completely.

“I’ve got you.”

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