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We don’t hike far today. The biting wind persists, making it tough to stay warm, and we weren’t able to find any scarves in the town we just left.

But worse is Rex’s constant throat-clearing, which sounds wetter by the hour. And when he finally coughs, my stomach drops, twisting into knots.

What if he’s sick? What if he has the same thing that wiped out most of the population?

And I’m not going anywhere.

Only, if he gets sick, he will.

Thinking about losing the bastard twists me up inside worse than anything I’ve ever felt.

He looks over at me, one brow arched. “You good?”

I nod.

“Sure? You look kinda pale.”

With a grunt, I pick up my pace. “Let’s go, old man.”

The next abandoned town we come across is as bleak as my current mood. Rotting leaves and animal claw marks are the only signs of life.

We take shelter in a dingy little blue house with intact windows. Rex shakes out the musty bedding, then piles on every tattered blanket he can scrounge up.

“Eat first, then take a quick nap,”

he instructs, voice raspy and weak. “I’ll search around, see if I can find better winter gear.”

“I can help.”

“You get the fuck under the covers. Don’t argue with me.”

While I want to ignore him, my body sinks farther into the mattress as exhaustion sets in. Hard.

He hands me some dried-out meat and nuts. “Eat up.”

I swat at his hand, my eyes nearly shut. “Fuck off.”

“Don’t start.”

With a groan I sit up and take the food.

Of course, the asshole stares at me, arms crossed over his chest until I finish every last bite.

When I’m done, I burrow under the mountain of moth-eaten blankets on the creaky bed. Rex tucks them snugly around me before heading out. Only he releases another cough, and my eyes go wide. “Old man, maybe you should lay the fuck down too.”

He snorts and walks out the bedroom door. I should follow him, only my eyes drift shut instead.

When he crawls in behind me, I crack my eyes open, and the sun is setting outside.

“Thought it was supposed to be a quick nap,”

I mumble, trying to sound accusatory but just sounding groggy.

“I lied.”

I roll over and find him completely naked, his dick hard.

My pulse kicks up at the sight, mouth agape.

A flicker of relief fills me too. Maybe he just sounds sicker than he really is. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be looking to fuck.

Rex runs his rough hands over my hips and thighs, igniting sparks everywhere he touches as he pulls off my jeans, causing my eyelids to flutter. “Eager tonight, aren’t we?”

I snort, even as I arch into his touch. As much as I grumble about it, I can never resist when he wants me. “You’re the eager one. I was sleeping.”

Rex nips my shoulder, big hands palming my stiffening cock. “Behave yourself and I’ll give you what you need.”

I moan loudly. My stubborn asshole knows he’s got me wrapped around his finger.

Shit.

Did I really just think of him as mine?

He dips his head toward mine and I tense up, heart bursting into a panicked staccato as I turn my face away to avoid his seeking mouth.

He falters just a second, lips barely grazing my jaw before he backs off. “Message received.”

I open my mouth but can’t seem to find the words. I’m still trying to figure things out, get comfortable with the feelings I have. Kissing would just make everything more overwhelming.

I think.

Never been kissed, so I could be wrong.

But Rex just moves along, nudging my legs apart and settling between them on his elbows as he takes my cock in both hands, twisting and stroking.

I moan raggedly at the onslaught of sensation, my hips already bucking uncontrollably into his grip, all thoughts gone.

“Look at you, desperate and leaking for me.”

His tongue teases just under the crown, shooting sparks of pleasure through me.

“Your mouth, please!”

I cry out, fingers gripping his arm like desperate claws.

He chuckles. “Damn, Dev. Begging without a fight.”

“Rex, please. Need your mouth.”

I’m fucking into his palms, trying to push between his lips. “Need you. Please.”

“Good boy, asking so nice.”

He engulfs my entire shaft, sucking me hard, his tongue swiping all over my hardened flesh.

I shout wordlessly, back arching as I start pulsing down his throat. He groans and swallows every spurt, prolonging my orgasm until I’m a mess of whimpers and trembling muscles beneath him.

He finally pulls off and sits back, looking all smug. “Always blowing your load so fast for me.”

My chest is heaving as I try to catch my breath. When the bastard meets my eyes and licks cum off his lip, I turn away, my cheeks burning.

He’s right.

I do shoot off fast and easy for him every damn time. Even when I try to hold back, I can’t. Rex turns me into a whimpering, writhing mess with just a touch.

I throw my arm over my face, but his hands settle on my thighs, warm and steady as hell. “No hiding. Didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

I nod but keep my arm there.

“Dev, stop hiding.”

When I don’t move, he drags my knees up, exposing my asshole. “Baby boy, need you to stop feeling so insecure in bed. Don’t feel like anything’s wrong with you. You’re fuckin’ perfect.”

I shudder at his words and move my arm, grabbing the back of my knees to hold myself in position, but as I do, my father’s hateful nagging words return.

Wish my old man’s voice would disappear for good, leave me alone for once in my life.

Rex’s calloused palm glides down my chest in a soothing motion. “Focus on me now. Don’t let anything else distract you.”

His gravelly voice commands my attention as his steady hand continues its calming path along my heated skin. Meeting his intense but earnest gaze, I give a small nod.

I close my eyes and take a breath, zeroing in on his touch, his smell, waiting to feel his fingers.

But instead he feathers his tongue over my hole, the touch hot and wet. “Holy fucking shit. Oh . . . fuck.”

He continues to lap and suck my rim, making me a panting mess, saliva dripping down the crease of my ass onto the mattress. His tongue spears me and I push into him, shuddering. “Oh, yes . . . Rex!”

Bastard pulls away, leaving me sloppy and empty and I can’t help but whine.

He plants his arms on either side of me, then pushes in, breaching my tight rim inch by slow inch until he’s fully seated. My eyes drift shut when he pulls out just as gradually until only the tip remains inside.

“Ready?”

I nod, but nothing happens.

When I crack my eyes open, Rex’s face is just inches away, brows raised as he waits for my answer.

Asshole.

My eyes narrow, top of my lip twitching into a little snarl. Seriously, I fucking hate eye contact.

He smirks. “There’s that defiant glare, the utter mutiny I love.”

My scowl deepens. Rex lives to provoke me, to tear down my walls piece by piece.

“Fuck me already.”

I start wiggling my hips beneath him. “Rex, fuck me, dammit.”

Without warning, his powerful hips snap forward, spearing his thick length back into me hard and fast. I cry out as the air is punched from my lungs.

“Let’s get rid of that attitude, shall we? Need to remind you who’s in control here.”

Before I can spit out a retort, he starts to rail me mercilessly. Each powerful drive knocks my breath away and lights up my nerves like fireworks.

The lewd sound of skin slapping fills the room as I cling to Rex’s broad shoulders, mouth falling open in ragged moans I don’t even try to muffle.

My body trembles on the knife’s edge. With Rex buried inside me, nothing else exists—no hateful words, just pure sensation.

He slows, reaching down and suddenly the burn of being stretched increases. “What the fuuu—”

I open my mouth to cry out when his finger presses against my prostrate as his dick fucks into me, but he crushes his lips to mine, swallowing the sound.

His lips are soft yet firm against my own. His tongue invades my mouth and . . . Shit. A strange, new heat pools in my gut.

Helpless to resist, I kiss him back clumsily, my inexperienced mouth fumbling against his talented one.

Everything tightens unbearably, my fingers digging into the skin of my thighs as I pull my legs farther apart, until I finally explode, shaking beneath him, moaning uncontrollably into our joined mouths as my second orgasm crashes over me, shattering in its intensity.

Rex pulls his finger free and fucks me through the aftershocks, chasing his own peak. “So tight and hot. Makes my cock feel so fuckin’ good. Can’t get enough of you.”

With a harsh grunt, he stiffens and follows me over the edge, pulsing deep inside as he empties himself in my ass.

When we finally separate, I’m panting and dizzy, but Rex looks positively feral, lips wet and swollen. His hazel eyes still blaze with hunger.

Leave it to him to take charge and kiss me senseless without warning. So senseless, when it’s over, I foolishly wish it wasn’t.

I lick my lips, chasing the faint taste of him still lingering there. He notices and smirks, his eyes holding a glint of something more primal and possessive, more so than I’ve seen in the past.

Rex smooths my sweaty hair back, the touch impossibly gentle. “You okay, my good boy?”

I whimper and nuzzle into his neck, thinking I might actually want to belong to him.

And that is both terrifying and perfect all at once.