Page 89 of Quinton's Quest

“Fuck you? I’m never going to saynoto that. I just…I don’t do it as often as I might’ve made it seem.”

“Oh? I thought you said you were vers. And bisexual.”

“Yes. I do most of the making love to women—and take it up the ass from men. Huge delineation.”

“Ah.”

He pressed his growing erection into my crack. “But I’m certainly not going to turn down the invitation. I’m not even going to ask you if you’re sure because you’re a big boy and perfectly capable of making your own decisions.”

“I am.” At least here, I could offer confirmation.

“You know I won’t hurt you.”

I stilled. My gut reaction wasI want you to. Which was ridiculous. Gideon had rarely topped me, and he’d never—ever—hurt me.

“Leo?”

“Yeah.”

“Were you hoping I’d inflict some kind of pain? Because that’s not my jam.”

I pulled my lower lip through my teeth. “Not mine either. Except—”

“Except?”

“Never mind.”

“Ah.” He rubbed his stubbled cheek against my shoulder.

“When you do that, I find it hard to think.”

He pressed his fully erect cock against my ass. “I think that’s the point.”

“Fair.”

“May I prep you?”

The question had me hesitating. Of course I’d let Gideon do it the very few times we’d changed things up. He’d always been willing—but his happy place had been as a bottom. As mine was being a top.So why are you doing this?The answer came swift and hard—because I need it.“Sure.” I injected more certainty into the word than I felt.

“Where do you want me?”

“Where do you want to be?” I could be obtuse when I wanted to be.

“I’ll always want to look into your eyes. But I understand that might not be your happy place. Some guys—”

“I’m not one of them.” Yeah, Gideon and I tried other positions. Some were great. Some hadn’t been. In the end, face-to-face had always been our preference. I wanted to see everything. And, he hid nothing. Including the pain he’d been in because of his back injury the last few times we’d tried sex. Those memories intensified my guilt.

“Leo?”

“Face-to-face with you prepping me.” I didn’t look at the clock radio because I didn’t want to know. I’d cope with the surgery. During my early years, running on adrenaline was a point ofpride. I didn’t feel that way any more. But I’d still get through tomorrow okay. Slowly I extricated myself from Quinton and rolled onto my back.

He placed a pillow under my head. Then he pressed a light kiss to my lips.

We don’t kiss enough. We’re always so busy fucking.Which hadn’t bothered me until now. We had itches we were scratching. I snagged his hand before he could pull away. “Could I…?” I pressed my fingers to my lips, asking for a kiss.

He offered me one of his soul-shattering smiles. “Yeah, I can do that.” He hovered over me and slowly moved in for a kiss. With a gentleness that damn nearly shattered me, he kissed me. Feather-light. Just a touch. He ran his hand through my hair in justthatway. Then he ran that hand down my cheek, lower still until he pressed it to my sternum.

Still, we continued to kiss.