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“Fuck, love, I need more of your cock.”

Another moan escaped when Cameron gripped his hip with one hand and the other, splayed open over Rylan’s chest. As he breathed Rylan’s name, his hips shot forward, and he buried himself deep inside Rylan.

“Yes.”

“I missed this, being inside you, being so close to you.”

“Missed… you, too.”

Cameron reduced him to moans and whimpers as he gave him what he wanted. He pounded into him, leaving Rylan’s body shivering from head to toe. Rylan loved when he held him close, pressing his back against his sweaty and hard chest as his breaths brushed against his neck, adding to the devastating sensations of being loved.

He whimpered when Cameron’s cock brushed against his prostate. His body clamped down, keeping Cameron deep inside him, as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. Rylan’s own cock leaked, pooling on the bed.

Cameron moaned in his ear and picked up his pace, driving Rylan back onto his cock as he drove forward.

“Come for me, angel.”

Rylan needed one more thrust and Cameron’s rough, sex-laden voice in his ear before he threw his head back on his husband’s shoulder and shouted his release. Hearing Cameron cry out his own release, his cock pulsing deep inside, extended Rylan’s own orgasm and he whimpered when Cameron filled him.

Arms banded around him and Rylan’s hand gripped Cameron’s thigh, hoping to keep him close for as long as possible. After a few minutes, the one distinct sound in their quiet bedroom was their staggered breathing.

Rylan lost track of time, not knowing how long they lay there, but when Cameron pulled up the sheet to cover them, he turned in Cameron’s arms to face him. He brushed a kiss against Cameron’s lips, savoring the gentle touches and being in his husband’s arms after they’d come down from their high.

“We shouldn’t go so long without sex again. It’ll kill me if we have to wait seven days ever again.”

Cameron squeezed him. “Don’t even joke about that, I can’t handle it.”

The intensity of his words brought a tear to his eye, and he wiggled his arms from his sides to cup Cameron’s cheeks. He caught and held his eyes, his breath catching in his throat when he noticed the pain reflected in his hazel gaze.

“I’m sorry I scared you.”

“It wasn’t your fault. I’m… I’m scared of losing you.”

“I will never put myself in danger, if I can help it. I should’ve seen him before he sat next to me, but I couldn’t have figured he would confront me in a public place, much less in Downtown Denver. And then what he said, I… I couldn’t keep my opinions to myself.”

“You had every right to speak your mind. There is something wrong with that fucker and if he ever comes near you again, I won’t stop at breaking his face.”

“Let’s not think about him any longer.”

“How are you feeling? Is your head still tender?”

Rylan kissed him, happy to be in Cameron’s arms and not worried about his health.

“I’m good. No headaches and since I couldn’t do much, well, we’ve gotten plenty of sleep. And now there are no restrictions to our sex lives, even better.”

Cameron laughed and Rylan relaxed in his arms, laying his head on Cameron’s chest.

“I’ve already changed our flight to Paris for next year’s fashion week, but is there anywhere else you would like to go?”

Rylan shook his head. “No, I enjoy being home with you, but maybe we can have everyone over for dinner. I know they wanted to come to the hospital to visit, so a get-together would show them I’m fine without them having to see the damage.”

The night was a warm one for the end of September in Colorado, so the cool sheet felt nice over their heated bodies. For the first time since the afternoon in Denver, Rylan lived without the ache around his throat or the throbbing in his head that sometimes came about when he did too much.

“When does Ruby expect your first sketches?”

“The spring collection’s almost finished, but she needs the final half dozen by the end of November. I sketched the outlines, but I need to add color and a bit of flare.”

Cameron sighed. “You’re an overachiever, even when you’re supposed to be resting.”

“I needed to stop over thinking, especially after my nightmares, so sketching drove all that from my mind and I concentrated on creation instead of destruction. And then you denied me from even giving you a blowjob, so I couldn’t exhaust myself before going to bed.”

“Give me a couple hours and then I’m all yours.”

Rylan yawned and smiled when Cameron followed suit. “Deal.”

Blinking his eyes closed, he heard Cameron’s soft breathing and the feel of his hand rubbing up and down his back, before sleep claimed him.