Page 55 of Doing Life

“It is. As long as you’re okay with it if— if I can’t get as happy.”

“I’ll take anything I can get, Lance.”

Sloan personally thought Lance was too worried about whether or not he could get it up.

Sloan wasn’t stupid. He’d felt that sweet cock, rising to meet him in the middle of the night and in the morning. He hadn’t touched, because he hadn’t been asked, but it all worked.

It was just up to Lance now, whether or not he was ready for it to do what it needed to.

And Sloan meant it. He didn’t care. He didn’t. He gave no shits.

He wanted Lance. He wanted hot monkey sex. He wanted slow crazy-making sex. He wanted heavy petting and makingout and blow jobs and hand jobs and jobs that he didn’t even know were occupations.

SloanneededLance.

This was so much more than sex. It wasn’t about fucking. This was about being in love. This is about knowing that he had his person. That he had the man he talked to. Who knew his stories. Who wanted to make more stories with him. The one who understood that life was hard, except for the times when it was easy. Rough, except for the times that were good.

Lance was Sloan’s home, and if he never, ever got to touch the son of a bitch ever again it wouldn’t change a thing.

Lance was his person, and Sloan was going to keep him.

They headed into the bedroom, and Lance started stripping down. The light was on, so Sloan got to look. There were scars, sure. That one leg was a wreck, but the horrifying redness had faded to pinks and whites. Puckers and lines danced over Lance’s skin, going lighter on the chest before digging deeper on the one shoulder and then climbing up his neck into his face.

It was a miracle he hadn’t died. Not just because of the heat and the trauma, but just sheer blind luck. One more millimeter and Lance would have had his carotid ripped open, and he would have bled out. It would have been over in seconds.

“Tell me it’s not all ugly to you.”

“I was just thanking God, baby, that you look so good.”

“Yeah?” Lance lifted his head, his eyes seeming to search for Sloan.

“Uh-huh. You—” He didn’t want to kill the mood, so he took a deep breath. “I did see you in the hospital, remember? This is a miracle.”

“Thanks. I think.” Lance chuckled.

“I mean it. You’re beautiful to me, honey.”

Lance ducked his head, cheeks flushing. “I want tobe. It’s just hard to believe. I mean, I’m not as scarred as some of the guys, but I’ve heard people gasp when I walk into a room.”

“Well, we’re lucky there’s no one here with us, huh?”

“Super lucky.” Lance’s lips curled in a damn sexy grin. “Well, you could come look from a closer standpoint.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh. Then I could see you with my hands.”

“I’m all over that.” He stripped off his shirt on the way to stand next to Lance. “Ta-da. I am no longer afar.”

“No, now you’re a-near.” Lance put his hands on Sloan’s chest, and that simple touch made his breath catch and his nipples harden.

“Maybe not close enough, though.” He curved a hand around to the small of Lance’s back and pulled him right up against his chest, letting them be skin on skin.

Lance moaned, his hands coming up to grab Sloan’s arms. “Oh, hell, yeah. That feels amazing.”

“Uh-huh.” Sloan was a little glad Lance couldn’t see him. He was probably drooling and already fighting his goofyOface.

“Kiss me?”

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