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“Ouch.”

I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean. I was jealous. By then, I’d admitted to myself I had a crush on you. And most of the guys I’d hooked up with at that point hadn’t done… whatever it was that gave a man that kind of look on his face.”

“And now?” he asked with a teasing smirk. “Pretty sure I saw a look on your face earlier when I had you naked and gasping on my tongue.”

My cheeks were still on fire. “Yeah?”

He moved his hand down between us and drew his thumb along my half-hard cock through the soft fabric of my pajama pants. Blood rushed south, stealing my breath and my patience.

Trace’s voice was low and honey sweet. “What do you want, baby? Want me to put that look back on your face?”

I arched into his touch, knowing his mouth wouldn’t be enough. My heart thundered with nerves, but if I had this chance with Trace, I was going to make the most of it.

“Want you inside me. Want you to fuck me.”

16

TRACE

Having Wolfe in my arms and hard for me was fucking me up.

His tall, muscular body as it moved against mine. The dark stubble on his jaw rasped beneath my fingers. His lust-rough voice. His thick cock pushing the fabric of his pants into an obscene tent against my stomach. All of it was a drug perfectly calibrated to make me lose control.

Which was why when he said he wanted me inside him, I had to stare at him for a long moment before I could formulate a reply.

“Or not.” Wolfe misunderstood my silence, and his blush grew so intense, it was visible even in the near darkness. “If you don’t want… that.”

Was he serious? I wanted him so much my skin was itching with it.

“Fuck yes, I want that.” Still, I paused. “You’re sure?”

“Yes, Trace. Fuck. Jesus.” He closed his eyes and inhaled as if seeking patience. “This is never going to work if you question me at every turn.”

“Baby.” I ran a hand over his dark hair. “I’m not questioning you because I don’t think you know your own mind. I’m questioning you because I can’t believe this is actually happening.” I shook my head. How could I explain this?

“This is a little too good to be true,” I admitted. “Things this good don’t come this easy. Not for me, anyway.”

Wolfe’s expression softened. “Don’t know if this is easy. It took me a long time to get you into bed. Years, actually.”

He was right, of course. I’d resisted him, this, for a long time.

Now I knew I was in love with him. And he was clearly still interested in me. But there was still a mountain of issues for us to climb. What would a relationship between us look like? I couldn’t imagine telling Derek and Jude that I was fucking their son, even if he was a fully legal, consenting adult.

I also couldn’t imagine going back the way we’d been, though. Which left me to follow his lead.

And he’d been very clear right now on what he wanted.

I reached down to stroke his cock over the fabric of his pants. “Think maybe you can take these off for me?”

It took his brain a minute to kick in, but then he blushed a deeper red and scrambled under me to shuck the remaining fabric between us. I took the opportunity to yank off my own underwear before asking him for lube and a condom.

“Oh.” He said, blinking at me. “I don’t… have any condoms. I didn’t think I’d need⁠—”

The idea that he hadn’t been prepared for sex on the road surprised me. “No hookups on your trip?”

“I mean… yes, but not… not anal.”

Those big eyes and reddened cheeks… I wanted to bite the man.