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Too soon, he pulls back and settles between my legs again.

Both hands stroke my cock and balls, and he varies his pace.

Then he dips down and kisses my chest, my stomach, and then scoots back and lies between my legs.

Resting his weight on his forearms, he holds my cock at the base, and runs his tongue along the underside, before closing his lips over the crown.

I struggle against the urge to thrust up and into that sucking, wet heat. Bram takes in more of me, bobbing his head. I fist his hair, groaning, panting, and saying his name. He raises his head. Meets my gaze. Then sucks my brains out of my dick.

“Fuck.” The blankets twist under my hands. I rock my hips, unable to keep still.

Bram circles a fingertip around my rim then edges inside. Groaning, I open my legs wider, and slide one foot up the mattress to give him better access.

He moans, driving me wild with vibrations as he pumps his finger in and out of me, only pausing to add more lube and then another finger scissoring me open.

Desperate to feel him inside me, I grab the condom and tear it open. “Bram, need you. Now.”

He pulls his mouth from my cock. “Whatever you want.”

“Want you inside me.” With my hand on the nape of his neck, I urge him forward. He ranges over me, blanketing me with his body as he kisses me. Clamping my hands on his hips, I urge him to thrust against me, and drink down his moans as his cock leaks a wet patch on my skin.

When he sits back, I roll the condom down his cock. His eyes misty with desire, he lines up at my entrance, then holding my gaze, pushes inside.

We both groan. Bram goes as slowly as he did that morning in the tent, when he sank inside me for the first time. He pauses with his cockhead breaching me and waits for my nod before giving me another inch then another before stopping again .

I skate my hands down his sides. “I won’t break, you know.”

“I want to take care with you.” His voice is strained and the muscles in his arms bulge from supporting his weight. “Never want to hurt you.”

“And I want all of you. Come on. I’m ready.” With my heel on his ass, I pull him toward me.

Bram’s eyes roll back as he fills me to the hilt. “So good, Trev.”

It is good. Just what I needed, being so full of him. Joined as we are, it’s difficult to tell where he ends and I begin.

My hands roam his back, his sides, his chest as he starts with shallow thrusts that gradually get bigger. His body is gorgeous, moving over mine, and I pull him in to kiss after kiss.

We move together like a dance, as passion builds and need overtakes finesse. Gasps and sighs and directions, pleas and moans and promises, the minutes spin out and time stands still. There’s only Bram and me, and the pleasure we’re giving to each other.

With a muttered curse, Bram bites my lip. “I’m close. Want to take care of you first.”

I fist myself, and he covers my hand with his, jacking me harder and faster, dragging me into another dazzling kiss as he sends me careening over the edge. Drowning in a sea of sensations, I cling to him, watching as his expression contorts into one of ecstasy and his body stiffens against mine.

Caressing the soft skin of his back, I press kisses to his temple and smooth back his hair. He smiles at me, dazed and sated, and kisses me long and slow.

Dog whines and the sound of paws scratching at the door announce Bandit’s and Hades’s return.

“I’ll get them in a minute.” Bram rolls off me and deals with the condom. He pads to the bathroom. I hear water running, then he returns with a washcloth and settles between my legs again before dragging the warm, wet cloth over my skin.

Having him clean me up is another shared intimacy. He takes another kiss before climbing off the bed. I get up too and dig a pair of boxers from my dresser.

Clad in his boxer briefs, Bram comes over. “Can I borrow some pants?”

I pass him a pair of soft cotton pajama bottoms then grab a pair for myself. We dress side by side, then he lets the dogs into the room. His earlier comment about a hot drink in bed flits into my mind.

“Be right back.” I jog downstairs and throw together hot chocolate spiked with whiskey and top the mugs with a dollop of whipped cream.

When I return to the bedroom, Bram is settled on his side of the bed, sitting against the headboard with the blankets pooled at his waist. The dogs are lying at the foot of the bed, and all three have their gazes on the TV, and the farm rescue animal show.

He looks my way and raises his brows. “What’s this?”

“Spiked cocoa.” I pass him a mug before climbing in my side of the bed.

He’s been sharing my bed since we came back from the camping trip, so it’s only been about a week. It’s funny to me how we just gravitated toward specific sides of the bed. I love falling asleep beside him and waking up the same way, and feeling his arm around me if I wake in the night.

I slip my arm around his shoulders, welcome him against my side, and sip my drink. “You can change the channel. You don’t have to watch the farm show.”

“I don’t mind. The dogs like it.” Bram looks at me. He has a dot of cream on his upper lip. I lean in and lick it off.

Hades and Bandit inch their way up the mattress until Hades lays over Bram’s legs and Bandit settles on my lap.

Cuddling with him and the dogs is the warmest and coziest and most content I’ve ever been. For a moment, I pretend that we’re our own little family, the four of us, and my heart aches with yearning.

I want so many more moments like this. Enough to fill a lifetime.