Page 59 of The Wild Charge

Reese peeled off his shirt and ditched his boots and jeans in short order. The second he kicked his socks free, Tenny was crowding into his space, hands on his shoulders, kissing at his chin, his jaw. Frantic. “Show me.” His voice shook. “Show me that you want me.”

Reese had always been better with actions than words. Better at reading people than chatting with them. When he caught Tenny’s face in his hands, and forced their gazes to meet, he could see what Tenny wanted – what he needed and was asking for. He wanted Reese in charge.

“Okay,” Reese said, and pulled him into another kiss, one that he kept slow, and light, until Tenny huffed an amused breath through his nostrils and eased into it, arms looping around Reese’s neck, some of the coiled tension bleeding out of his body.

Reese walked him back to the bed, and laid him out across it, so his head was on the pillow, properly supported.

“Aren’t you sweet,” Tenny said, his tone mocking – but his gaze anything but, as he looked up at Reese poised above him. There was that flicker of fear again, of vulnerability and uncertainty.Tell me.Show me.

Plenty of people had wanted Number Ten, and his aliases, for all sorts of reasons.

Reese wanted Tennyson Fox, in all his snarling, snapping, impatient glory, and he could show him that. Hewould.

He placed a hand on his chest and pressed gently. “Stay.”

Tenny’s eyes got wider. His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

Reese leaned over and fetched the lube and a condom from the nightstand, and then set them on the bedspread; settled over his lover again, and kissed him.

He called on everything that Tenny and the club girls had taught him, shoved doubt aside, and set about trying to make Tenny feel good.

He kissed his mouth, and his throat, and his collarbones. Sucked lightly at his nipples, and teased them with his fingertips, the way Tenny had done to him. He catalogued each quiet gasp, and murmured curse; relished the hard clench of fingers on his shoulders and against his ribs. He warmed the lube in his fingers, shouldered muscled thighs apart, and took Tenny in his mouth while he opened him up, slowly, carefully. Until Tenny was cursing in a constant stream, spread on three fingers and chanting, “Come on, come on, that’s enough, I’m ready.

“No rubber,” he said, when Reese leaned up to kiss him again, lips red from biting at them and gaze glassy with mounting pleasure. “I just want you.”

Reese’s chest squeezed hard. “Okay.” He lined up, and pressed in slow, and Tenny’s throat arched beautifully when he pressed his head back into the pillow and murmured, “God, like that, yes.”

Reese knew the benefits of doing things quickly, efficiency ingrained in him since his earliest memories, but tonight, wet heat squeezing around his cock, Tenny sweat-slick and lovely beneath him, he found he wanted to go slow. So he did. Wanted to kiss him, so he did: lush, messy kisses as he started to thrust.

He felt drunk.

He felt – so much. Things he couldn’t begin to describe, not even to himself.

Tenny gripped his ass and pulled him in, harder, harder, until the bed rocked, and they were both grunting, sliding sweaty against each other, too hot, and too close, but not nearly close enough.

Tenny was getting close, hitched little panted breaths that sounded almost pained, brow furrowed and eyes shut. His lashes threw long shadows on flushed cheeks and Reese wanted a picture of him like this, so he could look at it later.

He gasped like he’d been punched when Reese took his cock in hand and stroked him. “Oh,God. God. Fuck, I love you.”

He came with a hiss, hot and wet all over Reese’s knuckles, and his own stomach.

Reese thrust in hard, not meaning to, all his thoughts screeching to a halt while his body wentyes.

I love you.

He braced both hands on the mattress, leaned down and bit Tenny on the shoulder, vision sparking out as his climax gripped him all over.

I love you.

It was earth-shattering, inside and out. His entire being centered on one notion:mine. A single thought, an instinct, a word like a detonation.

As sure as when he pulled the trigger, or launched a strike, or asked his body to do the impossible, he knew in that moment that this person washis.

He collapsed on top of Tenny, both of them exhausted, struggling to catch their breath. Tenny carded trembling fingers through his hair.

When he could form words, Reese croaked out, “I like dates.”

Tenny took a breath, and then laughed, light and happy. “I guess so.”

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