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“That’s it, pretty boy. Show me what’s mine. You’re all mine, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yeah. I’m so fucking yours, Trav. Can I come? Please, can I come?”

He’s so turned on. Guess pretty boy likes being made to show himself off. I smack his ass for asking so early, but truth is, I don’t plan to make him wait long. I want to see him come, need to see more of that aching vulnerability that’s mine and no one else’s.

Dirk’s head falls back, and he lets go. All the guarded restraint falls away, and he’s just him—raw, unshielded, unafraid. The way he never is with anyone else. Not with friends, not with family.

That gorgeous bit of bashfulness blends with his masculine features, making him prettier. Making me want to ruin him more. His pouty lips fall open as he gives himself over, letting me do what I will with him, trying to catch his breath.

But I don’t let him.

Sure, he gets enough to sustain him, but never more than that. I work him over, slapping his ass some more, clawing into his lush booty cheeks with my nails, pounding him with my cock, hard, forcing him to wail until he’s breathless.

And he begs. Oh, the way he begs.

“Trav,” he pants. “P-Please, for the love of … please.” He slaps my shoulder. “I’m gonna … gonna die.”

“Nope. Not on my watch, baby.” I’m just being selfish at this point, but he’s so damn beautiful when he’s needy. Sex is the only time he’s this free. I want to see him free all the time. “But you can come. Go ahead. Don’t hold back.”

He doesn’t. He unravels. Breaks wide open, just for me.

I don’t know why that knocks me in the chest harder than his climax does, but it does. And I fill him until cum’s leaking onto my thighs. He catches my lips in a desperate kiss.

“My legs are going numb, otherwise I’d sit on your cock all day,” he says before climbing off.

“And I guess we should get out there. Think Maverick’s gonna be a problem?” I mutter, eyeing the mess on my shirt. Might have to run upstairs for a new one.

“Not so long as no one touches Bryce or looks at him in any way he deems unacceptable.” Dirk shrugs.

“Fuck, that could mean anything. We shouldn’t have left him to his own devices.” I stand up, peel my shirt off, and wipe down with some Kleenex.

“You are not going out there like that, Trav. No way, uh-uh. And while we’re on the topic, no more shirtless lawn mowing unless I’m there to watch and fend off admirers.”

“Jealous?” He’s still half naked, so I grab him by the collar and pull him in.

“Damn right. Till I can publicly claim you, I’m guarding what’s mine.”

His smirk curves against my mouth, and it just about undoes me. I want to do the same to him, mark him for all to see, want it so bad that day can’t come soon enough.

Chapter

Twenty-Five

Dirk

“Mmm … wha’ time’sit?” I slur, rubbing my eyes. Rolling onto my side, I’m greeted with a sleeping giant. Trav’s chest rises and falls—he’s fucking out, but it’s no wonder, he took me apart last night. My bones ache, and my skin’s got several rough patches that’ll need aloe later, but he did most of the work. Man, he’s even hot in his sleep. I reach out and push the hair off his face.

He stirs, eyes fluttering open. As soon as his indigo eyes come into focus, he hums, giving me a lazy once-over, gaze trailing down my body with no rush at all, pupils dark. There’s nothing drowsy about his intent.

I dive before he can pounce, landing on his torso. “How isthatyour waking thought?”

“I’m not yours?” he teases, gripping my wrist in a hand that’s too strong for a man who’s just come out of a dead sleep.

“You know what I mean.”

He slides a hand up the back of my neck, pulling me toward him. “Proof I crave you day and night.”

My lips spread into a full-bodied smile. Okay, I’m convinced. Sex before coffee sounds like a great way to spend a morning. Trav’s hand wanders down my torso, using a feather-light touch to rub up the shaft and over the head. I shudder, pushing into his hand.