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I purse my lips, fixing Mika with a look I know will make him squirm. “Ya know, caveman,” I say, and hear Adam and Todd burst out laughing at my pet name for him, “I bet we could have a lot of fun with that particular cell phone option.”

Mika’s eyes widen, a flicker of something between embarrassment and arousal flashing across his face. Turned on wins out—his cock jumps, and I catch him shifting to hide it. He grabs me, muttering a quick, “Later,” to the two grinning men before dragging me out of Todd’s room.

As we leave, I hear Todd chuckle behind us. “Cookie jar, huh?”

Adam groans, and I laugh all the way down the hall.

Gabe

The ride home is chaos. I’m high as a kite from the pain meds, and Mika is deliciously tense in the driver’s seat, trying to keep his composure. I’m sure I’ve grown extra hands and another tongue because I’m all over him, teasing, touching, licking the edge of his jaw. He growls and swats me away, but the way his eyes darken every time I press against him tells me he’s just barely holding on.

By the time we pull into the driveway, Mika’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel. He slams the truck into park, yanks out the key, and lunges for me, but I’m faster. Slipping out the passenger door, I throw him a wicked grin.

“Oh, you wanna play chase, huh, mate?”he growls, stepping out slowly like a predator sizing up his prey.

I laugh, stumbling as I make a run for the porch. My whole body is buzzing with excitement. I know Mika’s going to catch me, and when he does…

Theporch is in sight, and I pause, glancing over my shoulder. That’s my mistake. Mika lunges, wrapping strong arms around my waist and tossing me over his shoulder like the proverbial bag of potatoes.

“Caught you,” he rumbles.

I’m giggling—I actuallygiggle,for shit’s sake—as I grab his ass, pinching hard through the denim. Mika growls, smacking my own ass in retaliation. “You’re going to get stuffed up against the front door if you don’t cut it out,” he warns.

He fumbles with the keys, hands shaking. By the time he manages to unlock the deadbolt, I’ve shoved my good hand down the back of his jeans, kneading his firm, muscular ass. Mika groans, kicking the door open with so much force it bounces off the wall and back into his foot.

I laugh, pushing the door closed behind us before shoving my hand even deeper, massaging the curve of his cheek. He retaliates by cupping my ass, fingers digging into the seam of my jeans, stroking and pressing until I’m panting, desperate for more.

“More, caveman,” I gasp, my breath hitching. “Need you to fuck me.”

Mika growls low in his throat, the sound sending a jolt straight to my cock. He carries me to the bedroom, tossing me onto the bed like I’m nothing but a toy for him to use. I love it.

He makes quick work of my shoes and socks, then grabs the lube with one hand while stripping off his shirt with the other. “Strip, Gabriel,” he commands, voice deep and rough. “Now. So, I can fuck you like we both need.”

I move to obey, but then I stop, holding up my splinted hand. “Uh, Mika?”

Hiseyes narrow, flicking to the bandaged hand like it’s an inconvenience he’s planning to work around.

“Don’t care,” he growls, his gaze locking onto mine, molten heat blazing in his eyes. “You’ve got another hand, don’t you?”

I laugh, struggling to wriggle out of my shirt one-handed. Mika steps in, yanking the fabric over my head before working my jeans down with impatient fingers. The man is single-minded, and I love it.

“You’re going to have to do all the work,” I tease, kicking off my pants and spreading my legs in invitation.

Mika grins, feral and full of intent. “Oh, babe,” he purrs, crawling up the bed, his body covering mine. “You’re not going to lift a finger.”

His lips crash against mine, swallowing my laughter, and I don’t mind giving up control. Mika takes it from me, which is so fucking hot, and I’m more than happy to let him.

Mika’s hands are everywhere—hot, demanding, relentless—and I can’t think straight. His growl sends shivers racing down my spine, and I press my head back against the pillow as he looms over me, pinning my arms to the bed. The strength in his grip, the weight of him above me—it’s almost too much, and exactly what I want.

He nips at my lower lip, and when I gasp, his tongue thrusts into my mouth, taking control. Our hips grind together in sync with the rhythm of our tongues, and the rough scrape of my jeans against his cock sends him groaning into my mouth. I feel the desperation in every movement, and I know I’m not far from losing it myself.

Mika pulls back, his breath hot against my cheek. He slides my hands up over my head and presses them against the headboard. “Keep them right there, mate,” he orders, his voice rough and deep. “Hold on to the bottom of that headboard like your life depends on it.”

I nod frantically, gripping the wood hard, my body arching as I try to get closer to him.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Mika growls, his lips trailing down to my neck. His tongue flicks out, soothing the bite mark he left there earlier, and I moan, the sensation electrifying. When he starts sucking on that spot, my hips jerk involuntarily, my entire body burning with need.

Suddenly, there’s a sharp rip, and my shirt buttons go flying. “Oh shit! Fuck yeah, caveman!” I shout, bucking beneath him. My body is vibrating with anticipation, my cock aching as Mika’s tongue licks a wet stripe over my chest.

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