Page 77 of Breaking the Ice

“I’ve got an early morning like I said, so I should get some rest,” Zach said reluctantly. He always sounded like the last thing he wanted to do was end the call, even though he was usually the one to instigate it.

“Yeah, you should. Me too,” Gavin agreed.

A minute later the phone was on his bedside table charging, and he was stripping down in his bedroom, throwing his clothes in the hamper and the dry cleaning bin, letting himselffinallyfall to the bed.

Sometimes there were so many fantasies in Gavin’s head that when he finally let himself have this, he couldn’t pick just one.

But tonight, it was easy.

Zach had two to three inches on him, and at least twenty-five pounds of muscle.

It would be easy for him to crowd Gavin against the bed. Easy to push him down,holdhim down. Wrap Gavin’s wrists in his big, capable hands. He’d be gentle, but so firm. Not taking away Gavin’s ability to decide, necessarily, but taking away all the noise in his head that claimed, over and over, that heshouldn’t.

“So good for me,” Zach would murmur as his head dipped low, a lock of his hair slipping down across his forehead.

Gavin’s heart leapt and then raced away with the last of his self-control. He usually tried to wait a little longer, but he’d waited as long as he could tonight. His hand drifted down his torso, his skin already damp with anticipatory sweat. Between his thighs, his cock was so hard it was aching, and he wanted to touch himself more than he’d wanted anything in a very long time.

Anyone who claimed you hit a sexual lull at forty hadn’t ever had Zach Wheeler around all the time, tormenting him with his sweet eyes and bright smile and wide shoulders and generalZach-ness.

But Zach wouldn’t let him go the rest of the way, his fingers digging into his hip.

“Not yet,” Zach murmured into his ear. His lips skated down the sensitive line of his neck, and it was so good, so fucking electric, Gavin actually groaned out loud.

He wasn’t even feeling it, not for real, but that didn’t matter.

This felt like the realest thing he’d felt in forever—at least since last night.

“Don’t make me wait,” Gavin pleaded.

The sweetness in his gaze dimmed, darkened. And that was so hot Gavin’s hips nearly shot upwards. It was only the delusion that Zach was here, Zach was controlling every touch he got, that kept them flat against the bed.

“You gonna beg me?” Zach asked.

He didn’t want to beg; but he wanted to beg so badly he wasdyingfor it, at the exact same goddamn time.

“No,” Gavin lied.

“I think you will,” Zach said, cocky and smug and so fucking hot Gavin was dying with it.

Dyingforit.

Gavin wet his lips.

Zach covered them, kissing him deep and slow, spinning it out until he didn’t have a prayer of not sliding his fingers those last few inches or working his hips as he fucked up into his fist.

Zach lifted his mouth from Gavin’s. “You wanna come?”

Gavin nodded, wordlessly, past speaking, because the white-hot clench in his stomach and the lump in his throat wouldn’t let him.

“Then you’ll have to beg me.” Zach’s lips teased the corner of his mouth again, little glancing touches, not giving him anything he wanted or needed, as the pleasure fizzed right up his spine.

“Please,please,” Gavin finally groaned. “Let me.”

Zach’s smile was intimate, private, meant just for him. “Let go, G,” he said gently, and that shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, but he went supernova, shuddering as the orgasm crested over him.

Every single time he didn’t think he could come any harder, but then he impossibly did.

With shaky hands, he wiped up his mess and then flopped back onto the bed.