Page 70 of Laying Low

Finally it was over, and he released Reg’s skin with a pop, hazily heartened by Reg’s dreamy chuckle.

“What?”he mumbled, realizing they were still joined, but barely, as his passion receded and the wash of come in Reg’s chamber pushed him out.

“I’m gonna have a hickey,” Reg said, and Anthony chuckled too.

“And a sore asshole,” he said, trying to be a little remorseful about that and failing.

HewantedReg to feel different in the morning.Wantedhim to remember, with every move, with every breath, that they’d shared themselves intimately, that he was Anthony’s, inside and out.

“Mmm…,” Reg murmured.“Maybe nottoosore.Would you believe my mom snuck witch hazel pads in my backpack?”

“Oh my God.”With that Anthony managed to detach himself and roll away—but not too far.“Thanks for waiting until afterward to tell me that.”

“It’s sort of a boner killer,” Reg admitted.His movements were discombobulated, like a newborn deer’s, and Anthony put a hand on his stomach to stop him.

“Don’t cross your legs,” he commanded.“You’re glorious like that.”

The moonlight through the window showed him, splayed and wanton, his abdomen covered in thick come, his pupils blown with passion and darkness and glory, and still recovering.

“Need a blanket…,” Reg mumbled, but he stopped moving.

“Let me wash you off first,” Anthony told him, rolling over to kiss his shoulder.“Please.”

“Okay,” Reg said, staring at him with the sort of look Anthony had always dreamed of.In that moment, Registrar Julliard Royal was fully aware of nothing else in the world but Anthony Patrick McCauley.

“I’ll be right back.”

He took his time, cleaning himself off first in the bathroom and then bringing the warm washcloth in to take care of Reg.He brought a hand towel to put under his hips so the giant wet spot wouldn’t be too uncomfortable, and then had Reg roll sideways so he could clean his backside.

“This is so embarrassing,” Reg mumbled, but Anthony only smiled and kept to his task.

“It’s beautiful,” he murmured, kissing Reg’s naked hip.“You’re beautiful.Look what you let me do to you.”

Reg’s throaty laughter rumbled in Anthony’s stomach, and he shivered, setting the washcloth aside and climbing onto the bed with Reg, pulling the blanket up over their shoulders and spooning him from behind.

“Anthony,” Reg said softly, sounding like he was close to sleep.“Did you, uhm, washyourselfwhile you were at it?”

Anthony smiled and arched against Reg’s ass a little so Reg could feel Anthony’s clean nakedness.“Yep.Thoroughly.”

“So, uhm, if we wake up, canIgive the blowjob?”

Far away, Anthony felt the distant buzz of arousal and thought that maybe two hours would do it.“God yes,” he hummed.

“Good.Anthony?”

“Reg?”

“I love you.A lot.”

“I love you back.More.”

“Mm.Doubt it.”

But Anthony didn’t.He couldn’t imagine any human on earth loving somebody more than he loved Reg Royal.

TWO DAYSlater, as they repacked their backpacks—and the tote bag they’d filled with keepsakes and trinkets—and prepared to leave, Anthony watched as Reg took a third “one more look” into the bathroom and smiled.

He’d been wrong that first night.Hecouldlove somebody more than he loved Reg that night after lovemaking.He could loveRegmore and more each day.