Page 72 of Breathe
His scratches marking Real’s chest would be there for the world to see.
Azrael’s face heated and his breath caught. It wasn’t like the rest of the guys didn’t know that they screwed, but he still feltshy about it, and that shyness stemmed from being unsure of Real.
Was he just a casual fuck or something more?
Real nuzzled at him.
“I…I thought you didn’t want this…” Azrael breathed.
“I want you more than anything in the world.”
Real’s gruffly spoken words brought a sting to Azrael’s eyes, but he fought it back and shoved and scooted around until he faced Real.
He gazed into the man’s sleep-filled face. “Are you sure?” He needed a firm commitment or this wasn’t going to work.
“I’m sure. Just make sure if anything ever changes, you tell me,” Real said.
“You mean if I suddenly want to get fucked because of hero-worshipping you?”
Real grimaced and dropped his head. Azrael combed his fingers through the thick strands at the top.
Lifting his head, Real searched his eyes.
“That’s not going to happen. I’m not that guy,” Azrael said.
He may have done and still did a lot of shitty things, but fucking for gratitude was not one of them.
Real smirked and Azrael grew fascinated at the tilt of the man’s lips and leaned in to kiss him on the mouth.
That led to other things, and they didn’t get out of the cabin until it was dark and a few hours after dinner time.
That it was dark in Nevada meant it was after 7:30 PM, and dinner was typically between 5 and 6.
Being so late didn’t stop the mess hall from being packed, and most of the men stopped talking when they walked through the door.
Then the catcalls started.
The whistling and laughter grew louder.
“You all suck,” Azrael shouted with a glare and then marched over to grab an empty plate.
Real’s deep chuckle followed him.
Apparently, what Real had said was true, hewantedthis between them.
And apparently, the rest of the ranch knew exactly what was going on between them.
Azrael couldn’t stop his goofy smile.
The end of April rolled in, bringing with it an early spring.
Azrael spent almost every waking moment training, organizing YA ops, and spending time with Real.
They had their separate agendas, but they made it work.
He learned that he was messy compared to Real, but chalked that up to his warrior’s military background, and he put in extra effort to pick up after himself.
Real didn’t watch much TV, but gave in when Azrael suggested it. Although the man spent most of their movie time nuzzling into or playing with the strands of his hair.
