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Toby chuckled, and it reverberated through me. “Well, let’s look at the alternatives. I could have gone to the bunkhouse and listened to Butch’s cute little snores, and triednotto think about what Zeeb was doing in the bunk above me—”

I laughed so hard I shook the bed.

“Or… I got to spend the night with a hot cowboy, with the promise of a slow morning fuck to start my day.” Another teasing kiss to my neck. “Sounds like a no-brainer to me.”

My morning wood jumped a notch or two, fromhardtoa cat couldn’t scratch it.

I glanced at the nightstand and spotted the condom wrapper. “We can go into Bozeman right after breakfast.”

“Mm-hm.”

“What about that store you wanted to visit?”

He tugged on my earlobe with his teeth, and I shivered. “Did that yesterday when you went to Billings.”

“Oh. I didn’t get to choose anything.” Plus, I’d never seen inside it.

Toby kissed my neck. “You forget, I’ve seen your trunk. We’re not going to run out of toys. Besides, I wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh Lord.”

He laughed quietly. “You know, there’s a tiny note of terror in your voice that is fucking adorable.” He paused. “So… What time does Matt usually show up to make your breakfast?”

I glanced at the clock. “In about a half hour. Except I think he’ll be late.” I caught my breath when Toby wrapped his hand around my dick, moving up and down the shaft in a slow, measured glide.

“Then we’ve got enough time.” He gave my cock a squeeze. “God, I bet you could do some serious damage with this.”

My heart hammered. I’d never topped. Ever. Topping was for Doms—wasn’t it? Then all such thoughts fled when Toby insinuated a finger between my asscheeks, seeking my hole. I pushed back, wanting more, until I remembered who was in my bed. I froze.

Toby let go of my dick and cupped my cheek, turning my face toward his. “Right now it’s Toby and Robert, with half an hour or so to enjoy each other’s bodies—so let’s do that. Especially since we’ve got one condom left.”

“You didn’t buy more?”

“I can do that in Bozeman—if we need to. Wearegetting tested, right? Personally, I can’t wait to drive my bare cock into you.” Then he tapped his finger against the head of my dick. “Don’t have to ask if you’re excited about that, do I?”

I glanced at my slit, where a thread of pre-cum hung like a tiny glass rod with a clear drop at the end of it. I rolled onto my front, pulled my knees up under me, and tilted my ass. “Please…”

He knelt behind me, smacking his thick cock against my hole, the sound loud and hot. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

“You inside me.”

He reached for the lube, and cool fingers breached my pucker, making me groan. I arched my back and he slid deeper, adding a third.

“Oh Lord,” I moaned.

He pulled free of my body and grabbed the remaining condom, tearing the wrapper. I rested my head on my arms as he gloved up, my breathing catching when he crouched over me, mounting me, gliding right in, all the way home. His arms caged me as he drove into me with slow, deep glides.

“Your ass feels so good,” he whispered.

“Your dick feels amazing.” I twisted to stare at him. “Please.”

“Please what?” He withdrew, his gaze locked on my face.

“Fuck me.”

He didn’t break eye contact as he thrust into me, punching the air from my lungs, and I dropped my head to the bed, my fingers digging into the mattress, his body slapping against my ass again and again.

Sometimes a slow morning fuck just wasn’t enough.