Page 37 of The Final Deal

I pet the loose flesh at the apex of his thighs through his shorts. My fingers dip down to gently cup his balls, hooking my fingers upward to massage his taint the way he likes.

Zak groans softly. His arm falls away from his face, so I stare at his eyes to discern if they’re closed, but I don’t stop. He breathes a little more deeply, but he stays asleep.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I watch his shorts gradually tent. I move from his balls to his dick and firmly, deliberately, stroke his chub and coax it to grow into a full hard-on.

I stare at the way moonlight illuminates his features: the sharply defined jawline edged with dark facial hair, cheeks that whisper of a rounded past, a nose that has a slight bump on the bridge from a flying guitar slamming into his face on stage when he thought it was cool to spin it around during a show.

Every part of him is so fucking perfect it hurts.

Using both hands, I peel the shorts down his hips until his erection is freed. My focus remains on it as I quickly rub my hands together and blow hot breath on them to make sure I don’t wake him with freezing cold hands on his most sensitive parts.

Without a second thought, I grasp his cock.

Zak and Adrian both are uncircumcised; it’s hypnotizing to watch his foreskin swallow and reveal the tip with each stroke. Thinking of how full he’s always made me feel makes my mouth water, so I lean over for a taste.

The warmth of Zak teasing my mouth has me opening wider to take him more fully, to totally encompass him in wet heat. I gently suck and tighten around him until I hear him moan softly.

“Babe,” he sighs.

I bob a little faster.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath.

When he rests his hand on my hand, he stiffens.

“What the fuck?” he groans. After a short pause, I hear, “Hey, what the hell!”

I stop and cover his mouth with a hand, making sure he sees me, “It’s me, hon.”

His brows furrow, and he licks my palm to make me retract my hand. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asks a little too loudly.

I shush him with a quick kiss. “I love you.”

The annoyance on his face falters. “I love you, too, but what the hell are you doing? Why aren’t you in the studio?”

My hand ventures down his torso to grip his cock again, stroking life back into his fading erection. I gaze into his dark eyes that watch me with a brow arched over them. “I miss you so much.”

His hips pump upward slightly, like he wants to let this happen, but he’s forcing himself to show some restraint—a quality totally unlike either of us. “I miss you, too, babe.”

Words seem to escape him for a long moment as I listen to his heavy breathing while stroking his hardness.

He groans slightly in annoyance. “I don’t want to risk hurting you again.”

“You won’t.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t know that.”

The heat of his body disappears, and his dark figure moves around the bed and toward the door.

“I can’t lose you, babe.” The silence that stretches hurts more with each foot he puts between us. His voice softens to a painful, quiet plea. “Please go.”

Determination shoves me off the bed. I stalk up to him, grab his neck, and yank him close.

He needs to know—Ineed to know if I’ve done all of this for nothing.

“Show me right now that you’ll hurt me if I don’t leave.”

Zak stiffens like a corpse as he holds his breath.

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