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“So, what book did you bring?”
Mickey fought to grab a thought. His body screamed and he couldn’t catch his breath. “Um. It’s a murder mystery.” For the life of him, he couldn’t think of the title. Edge had him a mess. “What are you reading?”
Sexy eyes focused on him. “Whoa. You really are willing to just stop and read if that’s what I want to do.”
Edge confused him more and more by the second. “What else would I do?”
“Jesus.” Edge’s whispered open surprise only baffled Mickey more. “Where did Beau find you?”
Aggravation set in. Edge was strange. He didn’t understand what the guy wanted from him. “From an alley. Are you questioning my worth?” His irritation turned to anger. “Look, I don’t know what I did to make you think I’m not good enough to do my job, but—”
Edge straddled his body and had his tongue in Mickey’s mouth again before he even saw it coming. Part of him wanted to shove Edge away. He didn’t like it when people tried to play him for the fun of it. Unfortunately, he liked Edge’s kiss too much. He didn’t fight.
“I think you’re perfect.” Edge’s whispered claim between kisses had Mickey’s muscles relaxing. He still didn’t know what in the hell was going on, but he also wasn’t ready to leave.
The way Mickey had just been ready to accept Edge’s kiss and stop there had Edge floored. It had been a test. Was it fair? No, but Edge had been through hell and survived evil. He wouldn’t willingly step into Hell again. Edge knew he confounded Mickey, and the poor guy was probably ready to just walk away. But Mickey was adorably unaware of his worth and Edge wanted to be the one who showed him the truth. He was as beautiful on the inside as he was on the outside. That was so incredibly rare.
Edge loved Mickey’s mouth. The guy kissed like he was starved of affection. Maybe he was. It wasn’t like either of them were in a position to have normal relationships.
Mickey’s hands finally moved from lightly holding Edge’s waist to his ass. He moved in an unsure way that only had the mystery of him growing. The first time Mickey had kissed him, he had done so like a boss. Even tonight, that first kiss had been with all the confidence. Since he ended up beneath Edge, he had turned awkward and unsure. Edge wondered if he had never let anyone else take the lead before. It was kind of hot, thinking he was the first.
Edge’s mouth moved to Mickey’s neck. The sound of Mickey’s ragged breathing fed his lust. Edge pushed Mickey’s shirt up his torso. He wanted to have Mickey shirtless again, especially since he was touching him this time. To his surprise, Mickey used the strength of his core to roll slightly upward and whip his shirt over his head. As he tossed it aside, Edge peeled off his shirt and then went back to exploring Mickey’s body with his mouth. Mickey’s hands moved back to Edge’s waist as if he wanted to touch bare skin. Then his fingers traced the line of Edge’s jeans until he reached the button. He went to work, sliding it loose before pulling the zipper down. Edge kept his weight on his knees, so Mickey had room to work. Unfortunately, that was where he stopped. It was as if they were taking turns pushing past boundaries. Edge sat back on his heels and went to work on the front of Mickey’s jeans. Mickey breathed hard, as if he had run a marathon and stopped for a break. He looked sexy as fuck and turned on. Edge didn’t know where to look. Everything about him called for Edge’s inspection. Then he had Mickey’s erection free. He had a really nice dick. Edge was kind of a mess of desperation, but he didn’t want to show it.
“You should take off your pants.” At Mickey’s rough-sounding words, as if he had been eating gravel, Edge realized this was real. They were together. This would happen. The moment felt surreal for some reason, as if he had stepped outside himself and let a stranger take over.
“How exactly do you see this going?” He hated to ruin the mood and pace, but they didn’t know each other. Not really. Mickey was a lot more dominating than Edge expected. While there was nothing Edge hadn’t done, he definitely had his preferences, andhe had a bad feeling Mickey’s were the same. Either way, Edge was still in.
Mickey didn’t look the least bit taken out of the moment. In fact, he looked twice as aroused, as if communication was his kink. “Honestly. I don’t even understand it myself, but I really want you to fuck me.”
Damn. It was just as Edge thought. Mickey wasn’t a bottom, but he wanted that with Edge. That was a lot of trust and that was exactly what Edge needed. His past was ugly. It had been made much uglier by falling in love with a different blond-haired and green-eyed beauty. That love had been a weakness that nearly destroyed his mind. He didn’t know if he could let go of control again. Not completely, anyhow. There were so many things he didn’t know if he was ready for with Mickey, but this—this he could do.
Edge stroked Mickey’s cock, keeping him in the moment. “If you decide you don’t want this, just say so. There are so many ways I can make you fly. If you get uncomfortable, say the word.”
“I’m not worried.”
Damn. He was beautiful. Edge climbed from the bed and stripped while Mickey watched. Once nude, he opened the bedside drawer and grabbed the lube and a condom. Mickey scrambled his way out of his pants at the sight.
Edge bit back a smile. He couldn’t say Mickey didn’t know what he wanted. The moment he was back on the bed, Edgepositioned himself between Mickey’s thighs. While sitting back on his heels, he opened the lube. “I’m going to talk through everything I do.”
Mickey’s sexy green eyes never wavered from him. The flush across the bridge of his nose and cheeks made the green pop. Edge was hooked. There was a sickness inside him even he didn’t want to look at too closely. Memories wanted to float to the surface and choke him. He wasn’t a prisoner any longer. No one would punish him for this obsession.
With his fingers thoroughly soaked, he circled Mickey’s asshole, wetting him and getting ready to stretch him.
“Why me?” The question popped from Edge with zero good sense or permission from his brain. It was like he wanted to ruin the night. He didn’t expect Mickey would answer.
Mickey shocked him with his quick response. “Because of how you’re looking at me right now.”
Edge didn’t need him to expound. He knew exactly how he looked at Mickey. There was no hiding the sick level of desire that choked him every time he stared at Mickey. Only having him would ease the gnawing at his gut. Unfortunately, as he slipped one finger inside Mickey, he feared for what was left of his sanity as he realized having him wouldn’t be enough. He was more frightened of himself than he had ever been, and that should terrify Mickey.
Edge curled his finger. He knew he hit the right spot by the way Mickey turned twice as sexy. He swallowed air—like a drowning man.
“When I’m inside you, this is my goal. I want to see when I’m at this perfect angle, hitting this exact spot.” He worked a second finger inside and then a third. Edge did his best to ease Mickey into things. He didn’t put on his condom until he was certain Mickey could take him. “If I’m not giving you exactly what you need, say so. I only want to make you feel good.”
He was so quiet. So accepting.
Edge needed to hear Mickey’s pleasure. He led his cock to Mickey’s asshole. Edge studied his every reaction, backing off when he thought he might be hurting him and pushing forward when Mickey looked ready for more. The guy was so fucking tight, he had sweat coating Edge’s skin while he called on every ounce of patience he possessed. Thankfully, years of waiting for the perfect shot and planning missions in minute detail had him prepared for the task. Edge knew the instant he hit that sweet spot.
A sexy low moan escaped Mickey. “Yes. Like that.”
