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After last night, I felt like I could do anything I set my mind to. Happy wasn't a big enough word to describe how I felt.

I read some of my latest MM romance books for a few hours to kill time, until it was time to get up and start preparing dinner. I danced in the kitchen while listening to music, my foot was still hurting a bit but it was manageable. I finished preparing the dough for home made bread. I put stuffed bell peppers and bread in the oven. Life was good.

While dinner was cooking I went to my room to change my clothes. It had been long enough that I could stop wearing all black clothes; I didn’t count the colorful pj’s I bought as that was sleepwear. Opening the bags of different tops I’d ordered over the last few weeks, all the clothes I wouldn't dare wear while I was with Kyle.

Pulling out a red, oversized cotton crop-top, and a matching set of the softest pair of sweats and I did a little happy dance. I quickly changed into it and ran to the mirror to check myself out.

I looked…good. Glowing almost. Gaining a few pounds since Alex moved in and with him making me protein shakes, I also gained some of my lean muscle definition. This crop top was everything. I almost wanted to take it off because Kyle's disapproval of me wearing anything revealing, still had a hold on me. I decided to push against the incessant voice in my head ,that kept telling me I would get in trouble.

“Alex is not like him.” I repeated that like a mantra and after fixing my wild locks, into a little bit less of a wild nest, I went to check on dinner. It smelled like my moms stuffed peppers used to smell. The scent of baked bread filling up the house, was making my heart so full. Dinner was done so I turned off the oven and left everything still in to keep it warm, for when the guys came up to eat.

Hearing footsteps coming up the stairs I got nervous, my usual panic and spiraling thoughts that I did something wrong by dressing this way, were taking over. My hands started to sweat. Fucking relax Sam! I tell myself when Alex strode in. His steps came to an abrupt halt, I was afraid to turn around. I didn't want to see the disapproving face on him.

“Sam…wow. You look…so good.”

That made me turn fast. He was standing at the kitchen island, his eyes taking me in and there was no sign of him being angry at me at all. Letting out a relieved sigh, letting the fear leave my body. I tried to regain that confidence I had from looking at my reflection in the mirror earlier.

He was drinking me in and I just felt a little bit exposed. He unclipped his toolbelt and dropped it on the floor with a loud thud, not taking his eyes off of me. He started prowling slowly toward me, making me walk back until my ass hit the counter.

“Mmmm Pup. You look… fucking edible in red.” he rumbled the word out. Reaching out he glided his middle finger across my abs making me shiver; goosebumps spread all over my skin.

“Y… you like it? You don’t mind me wearing clothes like this?”

He almost startled and his brows bunched. “Why would I mind, apart from the fact that you're making me stupid seeing you looking like this? I lost all train of thought, they got replaced by the thoughts of wanting all that clothes off of you.” His hands were trailing up my stomach, over my top then sliding over my neck where he stopped.

Looking up from where his fingers stopped and locked our eyes together. I couldn’t breathe. He was making my head spin.

I whispered, “Alex?”

“Yes Sam?” The air was crackling between us.

“Where are Matt and Jake?” I asked, still spellbound and horny as fuck.

He leaned in rubbing his nose on mine, “They went home saying they were tired. Why?”

“Hmmm. Then why don’t you take all of this clothes off of me?” The look on his face told me that was exactly what he wanted to hear.

“With pleasure.” He reached for the waist of my sweats, then his mouth was on mine, devouring me. He separated our lips to ask, “What do you need Sam, you call the shots?”

Grabbing his shirt to pull it off of him he helped me and took it all the way off. “I have something in mind but we need lube for it and I don’t have any.”

“I have some, wait there!” He ran to his bedroom and was back within four seconds. I giggled. Handing me the bottle of lube he stood there, waiting for me to tell him what to do next. It was empowering. He didn't know what to do with a man and was giving me all the control. It's what was making this easier on me. I liked it.

“Undress me Honey.” I said, seductively.

His hands slid in under both my boxers and sweats, taking them simultaneously down my legs, making me butt ass naked apart from my slutty little red shirt in the middle of the kitchen. Slipping my bare feet out of my clothes, looking down on this beautiful, strong man that was treating me with so much care, I thought to myself. How had I gotten so lucky?

“Help me up please.” I tapped the surface of the kitchen counter, and he swiftly lifted me to sit on it in front of him.

I was so hard, my dick was pointing upwards, straining against my stomach.

I grabbed the waistband of his pants and started unzipping him hastily, we were both panting fast, caught up in the moment. I took him out of his pants and started stroking him. He let out an involuntary sound, “Fuck Sam, you are driving me insane.”

“Come closer Honey, I wanna kiss you.” I choked out.

He was on me in the next second, while I continuously stroked him and kissed him. With the other hand I grabbed the lube and squeezed some in my hand without breaking our kiss. We were perfectly aligned so when I pulled him closer our dicks touched and he gasped against my lips. “Oh fuck, Pup!”

I took both of our cocks in my lubed hand and started jerking us at the same time. I was moaning at this stage, lost in the feel of him against my cock. It only spurred him on, to start rocking his dick against mine and in and out of my grip.