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Zack strolled into the living room, a knowing smile on his face. “Hey, kids. What do you think, should we put on a movie?” He was torturing me on purpose.

“Dad, please,” Shane scolded, covering his eyes in embarrassment. It was like we were a couple of teenagers being caught by his dad. “Don’t make me regret inviting you to live with us.”

Tugging my pants to give myself a little extra room in the crotch, I got up of the couch. “I’d love to join you for that movie, but I’m afraid I have an early morning. I should really get going.”

“Do you have to go? You could stay…” Shane whispered. There was no doubt what he was offering, and Zack looked pointedly away, pretending he wasn’t listening.

Oh, the look in Shane’s eyes, it was nearly enough to change my mind. I bit back a groan. “I wish I could, but I have to get back to feed Dmitri.” That and masturbate for an hour or two to the memory of Shane’s eager murmurs.

He got up too and followed me to the front door. “Maybe next time you could bring your cat with you,” he suggested, smirking. “You know, for Kit. He would love that.”

“That is the best idea I’ve ever heard.”

We’d reached the door, and I pulled him in for one last lingering kiss. I meant for it to be sweet and chaste, but as his tongue teased at the seam of my lips, it deepened, drawing me in. I would be more than happy to drown in his man.

With reluctance, steeling my resolve, I pulled away. “Tomorrow,” I said, a promise. “I’ll be back to fix that squeaky kitchen faucet.”

He laughed and took a step back, as if he needed the distance to stop himself from reaching for me again. “Tomorrow then.”

And the next day, and the day after that… I would gladly take a lifetime of tomorrows.

17

Shane

ItookKittoschool, then drove my dad to a flea market across town. I wanted to make extra sure that the house was empty today, with no chance of being interrupted or overheard. I was filled with a giddy flutter of excitement. I hadn’t felt this way since high school when I first started seeing Embry. The infatuation, the adrenaline, the need. I felt like I would burst if I didn’t see Ben right this instant.

My foot pressed heavily on the gas pedal on the way home. I knew it was ridiculous to speed, because he wouldn’t be there yet. After more than a month of working on my house, he knew my routine, and he was never there before nine. And yet, I wasn’t surprised when I saw his truck parked in the driveway, and I found him leaning up against the porch railing, waiting for me. When he saw my car pull up, his grin widened, like he couldn’t possibly contain his excitement either.

I didn’t run to him, though I sure felt like it. I forced myself to walk casually up the sidewalk, my shaking hands tucked into my pockets. “You’re early,” I noted. “Hope you haven’t been waiting long.”

He shrugged. “Oh, you know, only like twenty minutes.” He laughed. “Would you think less of me if I told you I was too excited to wait at home?”

“No, I’m just glad to see you.” I felt shy in the light of day, and I tried to recall the feel of him between my thighs, his rigid cock against my palm. Last night I’d been bold, and that feeling had been heady, like a drug. And I wanted to feel that powerful sense of control again.

As I got closer, I could feel his warmth, and my body gravitated toward him, but I somehow managed to keep some kind of calm, instead of climbing him like a tree like my aching hole begged me to. I inserted my key in the lock, opening the door, and he crowded me, his bulk a steady presence at my back. “Faster,” he whispered, somewhere between a purr and a growl, “or I’m going to take you right here on this porch.”

My breath shivered past my lips in a gasp. I nearly dropped the keys in my haste, my fingers fumbling and clumsy. Finally, I managed to get the door open, and we stumbled through. As soon as we were clear of the doorway, Ben kicked the door closed and hooked his arm around my waist, pressing me back against the wall. His lips came down onto mine, and my semi turned into a full-blown hard-on.

“Aren’t you here to fix the squeaky faucet?” I teased, though if he made any attempt to let go of me now, I would stop him so fast.

He pulled away just enough so that I could see the twinkle in his eye. “Is that what you want, Shane? Or is there some other more urgent task… maybe a leak…” Those deep eyes of his trailed lower, as if he could see how slick he made me. He was right; I had sprung a serious leak.

I nodded frantically, then I grabbed his hand and practically ran up the stairs, dragging him to my bedroom. Only halfway down the hall, before we could even get to the doorway, he pulled me up into his arms, carrying me the final distance to the bed.

While Ben was all barrel chest and shotgun arms, he handled me like I was fragile, cradled carefully against his chest. He laid me out on the bed, then straightened, gazing down at me with tenderness. “Are you sure?” he whispered. “I don’t mind if you’re not ready. We can take it slow.”

“Gods, Ben,” I panted, reaching for him. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

With that confirmation out of the way, he descended on me, kneeling on the bed beside me. With a new wave of desperation, we tore at each other’s clothes, buttons popping, zippers drawn down, fabric strewn in all directions. I wanted to feel every inch of his body, bare. My breath became ragged as I took him in. He had thick chest hair, trailing down into a treasure trail, almost like an arrow directing my attention to the rock-hard staff standing at attention between his legs. My mouth flooded with saliva at the sight. I’d felt it last night, thick and long, but I wasn’t prepared to see it in person.

“I-I don’t know if I can take all that,” I stuttered, feeling a tendril of doubt sneak in. “It’s been a while.” I tried to laugh it off, but my chuckle was shaky and belied my fear.

With a finger under my chin, he tipped my face up until I was looking him in the eye. “I’ll go slow, I promise. And if anything hurts, just tell me and I’ll stop right away. Okay?”

“I trust you,” I told him, and I did, truly. He had done nothing but take care of me since the first minute I met him, and I knew this would be no different. I laid back on the bed and bent my knees, spreading my legs to invite him in.

His eyes zeroed in on my core, and I could imagine what he saw. My cheeks were slippery with slick, likely glistening in the sunlight from the window. Ben placed his hands gently on my knees, coaxing them wider, before sliding his calloused palms down the inside of my thighs, making my balls draw up.

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