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When I arrive home from classes the next afternoon, the Snot Box is parked in the driveway. I park next to it and sit there for a moment with the engine running to think.

I take deep breaths and try not to let my mind spin out a whirlwind of possibilities that all make my pulse race in simultaneously good and nerve-wracking ways.

It’s like I didn’t know Carter at all, and now I have to get to know him all over again.

Of course, it turns out I didn’t really know myself, either, so I suppose that’s fair.

The sweat covering my body as I shut the car off and get out has nothing to do with the warm, humid air swirling around me. I make my way up to the front door and take a deep breath before letting myself in.

The first thing that strikes me is the aroma. Carter’s already got something in the oven, and it smells delicious.

I lock the front door behind me and set my messenger bag on the floor so I can start undressing. I’ve agreed to this new world order. Even without Susa here, I’ll obey.

I’ll still be her good boy.

And Carter’s.

Carter appears at the end of the hall that leads from the entryway. He’s wearing an unreadable expression. I’ve toed off my sneakers already. I’m reaching for the hem of my T-shirt, and while I’m temporarily blinded by pulling it up and over my head, his hands are suddenly on me, all over me, warm against my bare flesh, sliding around to my back, pulling me against him.

The T-shirt ends up on the floor and he’s already slanting his lips over mine in a crushing kiss I need a breath or two to process before getting into it.

He grinds against me through our clothes, my cock responding on auto-pilot to the sensation.

What thehellam I supposed to do with my hands?

I opt to drape my arms around him, holding him, my thoughts dissolving as Ireallystart to get into this kiss.

His tongue presses for entry and my lips part for him, his soft groan in reply making my cock twitch.

The air stills around us, like time freezing, the world disappearing.

Carter and me.

Thiskiss.

By the time he lifts his mouth from mine, I realize I’ve dipped a little at the knees, bringing me down to his height. Even so, he still felt taller than me.

It’s at that moment I realize he always has.

His brown gaze narrows as he stares at me for a long moment. Then he grabs me by the hand and practically drags me through the house without another word.

The master bedroom.

He’s been preparing. I’m starting to wonder if maybe he cut his last class of the afternoon or something. The covers are on the floor, and he’s laid out a couple of beach towels over the bed. His gaze bores into mine as his hands reach for my shorts and he unfastens them, shoving them down my legs.

Planting a hand in the center of my chest, he shoves, hard, and I tumble back onto the bed. Volcanic-worthy fires burn in his brown gaze as he stares down at me.

After he hooks fingers in my socks and yanks them off, dropping them to the floor as well, he climbs up the bed, kneeling over me with his hands caging my head.

“I don’t need to tie you up to fuck you right now, do I?” he softly asks.

I swallow, trying to find the strength to speak. “No, Sir.”

“Good.” A slow smile spreads across his face. “Because I want to fuck you in about twenty different positions before that chicken is ready, and tying you up for every damn one of them will get tedious after a while.”

He sits up and rips his T-shirt off, then easily slides out of his shorts, too. He’s gone commando, and his cock is rigid, dark with the blood engorging it. I wonder if he’s going to get right to the fucking portion of the activities and make me endure it, except then he does something that surprises me.

He stretches out on top of me, settling his weight along my body and forcing my thighs apart with his legs. Propped up on his elbows, he stares down at me. Not like I’d had a lot of sexual experiences before all this exploded between the three of us, but it’s odd having the hard planes of his muscles pressed against me. Feeling the coarse rub of hair brushing against my flesh.