Page 65 of Worth the Risk

“Not even eight.”

That seemed to calm Landon, and he relaxed back into Gregory’s arms.

“How are you feeling?” he asked Landon.

“Used.” He dropped his forehead against Gregory’s shoulder.

“Mmmn. Then I’ve done my job.”

Gregory reached between them and fisted the steel cage that hugged Landon’s cock. He just wanted to remind Landon it was there—to remind himself that Landon had given that to him.

“How doyoufeel?” Landon asked.

He smiled and kissed the top of Landon’s head. “Lucky.”

“No top drop? You take such good care of me afterwards. I want to make sure you’re okay, too.”

“Holding you has been all the care I’ve needed.”

“You’ll tell me if you need something from me?” Landon pulled back and implored Gregory with his eyes.

“You give me everything. What more could I need?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I promise,” Gregory assured him, stroking a thumb over Landon’s cheek. “You’re so beautiful when you fall apart.”

Landon’s cheeks flamed and he looked down.

“Can we talk?”

“Always.” Gregory was glad Landon had asked to talk, since he’d fully intended to talk as well. He pushed his back against the wall, arranging the pillows to form a soft barrier, then adjusted Landon under his arm so they could get more comfortable.

“What is this?” Landon blurted.

“This? No. Sorry. I don’t know why I asked that. I wanted to talk to you about that, too.”

“What are we doing, Greg?” Landon asked, a hint of doubt evident in his voice.

“Greg, now?” he huffed a small laugh.

“Gregory.”

“Is that who you want me to be?” he asked Landon.

“Isn’t it who you are?” Landon pulled himself away from the nest he’d made under Gregory’s arm and crossed his legs so they were beside each other, but able to look at one another’s faces.

“I meant to you. Who do you want me to be to you?”

Gregory knew whathewanted. If he hadn’t been sure earlier, it had become painfully clear as Landon had writhed beneath him and laid out every ounce of himself then allowed Gregory to lock his cock in a cage until he wanted it again.

Gregory wanted everything.

He’d told Landon as much on more than one occasion.

He’d told Landon things he hadn’t meant to.

Landon looked like he was picking his next words carefully. He could almost see them rolling around in Landon’s mind while he tried to assemble them into the kind of sentence he wanted.