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I find myself nodding in spite of myself. I’m a strong, independent man, damn it. I don’t need some beefed-up himbo controlling when I do or don’t come. I could throwmyselfaround if I want, and I have a box full of toys that were plenty satisfying.
Until now.
Until him.
Fuck.
I look up again, and he’s staring at me with an expression on his face I realize is nerves. He’s afraid of my answer. I don’t hate having that power over him because he has so damn much over me right now.
I sit up, touch the side of his throat, then drag my palm torest over his heart, and I nod. ‘Later,’ I sign with my left hand.
“Later,” I see him repeat aloud. I touch his lips, and he says it again. I like the way his voice feels—the rumble, the soft breath, the lick of his tongue. “See you soon?” he asks.
I show him that in sign, and he repeats me with a grin when he gets it right.
‘I’ll text you,’ he adds. He clearly practiced that one.
I give him a thumbs-up, then start to settle back down when his hand shoves into my hair and he yanks me back for a last kiss. It’s desperate, needy. Perfect. My toes curl, and my dick kicks against my stomach. His eyes are heated and dark as he stares down at my cock, and suddenly, he releases me and grabs it.
Tight. Unrelenting.
His gaze meets mine, and then he begins to stroke me like he’s going to literally rip an orgasm out of me. My mouth parts on a gasp, and my hips start to fuck upward.
“Yeah,” he says aloud. I watch the way his mouth curls around the word. His free hand lifts, and he signs it. ‘Yes.’ Pointed, demanding, just like the way he’s jerking me off.
I don’t last. I was prepared to take care of myself to avoid a nasty case of blue balls, but now I give myself over to his hand. My head falls back hard against the pillow, and between two ragged breaths, I let go. Cum shoots out, a hot rush over his knuckles far less than the first time he’d pulled me over the edge, but more than I expected.
He grins down at me, pressing his free hand to the mattress beside my head as he strokes me through theaftershocks. He looks dangerous, and he is. He’s a danger to me, to my heart, and my sanity.
I lift my head just a little, and he presses a final kiss to my lips before standing up and walking out of the room without so much as a goodbye.
It takes me only a second to realize he didn’t stop to wash his hands. He’s taking part of me with him.
And fuck, that thought alone has my dick fighting to get hard again. I don’t have the strength to do anything but lie there and accept the fact that it’s game over.
Ilikehim.
And every rule I’d ever set for myself is officially broken.
CHAPTER TEN
THOM
Damn pipes bursting.The only pipe I wanna be working on right now is Robbie’s, but here I am, helping my brother with this shit.
Not that I mind helping him. Dex is my baby brother. It’s the least I can do. And being the co-owner of this place, I kind of need to do this when shit like this happens. But it was hard to say goodbye to Robbie when he looked so damn debauched and delicious. I was starting to consider inviting myself to stay the night just so I could start with his body again in the morning.
Fucking responsibility cock-block.
“Was I interrupting something?” Dex asks as we mop up the spill in the bathroom. The plumber came earlier and took care of the busted pipe, but we’re stuck cleaning up the excess water that burst through the wall near the sinks.
And I can tell just by the look of things we’re going to have to get someone in here to drywall it too. And paint.
This gym was our dream, but I hadn’t realized that owning a business was going to be this hard. And expensive. Insurance is great, but deductibles are not.
I stare at my brother for a beat. “Uh. Why do you ask?”
He smirks and runs his gaze up and down my torso. “Because you have cum stains pretty much everywhere. It looks like a dick geyser went off all over you, dude.”
