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“I know how long it’s been, believe me.” Long enough that he could think about Geoff without his heart breaking wide-open, but not long enough that he was ready to risk his heart a second time. Losing Geoff had hurt too damned much.
Miles had been his coworker for about two years, and roommate for almost a year. He was the quiet to Wes’s loud, the tame to his flashy.
Wes ignored the creepy sensation of being watched from his flank. Probably the dude-bros hoping he wasn’t in their room to spread his gay cooties. He was hoping the same—his gay cooties were for awesome people only.
Wes smirked, and no, that look didn’t make Mack’s belly wobble. At all.
“He’s been flashing that ass at me all morning. I deserved a little revenge.”
“Troublemakers like you deserve spankings,” Mack retorted, his voice low and growly. Wes’s dick perked up. “Please, daddy.”
He wouldn’t let his heart be broken again by another attention-seeking actor—even if said actor had a sexy smirk, a killer body and a firm ass that Mack seriously wanted to see covered in his handprints.
“Well, quit. You gotta job to do. Go get your big wood and stop jawing.” The big wood I want is standing right in front of me.
Maybe I’ve been limiting myself all this time by ignoring the bear community. Mack is sexy as hell, and then some.
“Please do something funny,” Mack said, a weird smile plucking at his lips. “Let’s see what you’ve got, city slicker.”
No one with any sense would stay at a job, in a city, when he was suing them both for getting his boyfriend killed by friendly fire.
Don’t be an idiot. You want a blow job, not a proposal.
holy damn, Mack was packing. Wes curled his fingers in the hair on Mack’s chest, loving the wiry texture.
“You got any more questions, because I like you better when your mouth is full.”
Mack looked up, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes sparking with something…the challenge Wes had just laid out.
“Jesus fuck, you’re so responsive,” Mack said. “I love your ass.”
“Gonna fuck you so hard you’ll walk bowlegged for a week, just like a real cowboy. Rode hard and put away wet.”
“Up and at ’em, boss,” Mack said. “You’re riding.” Wes glanced over his shoulder, those pretty blue eyes shining. “I’m riding, huh? Do I get to put a saddle on you first?” Mack tapped his erection. “Saddle’s on. You ready to ride?”
My very own cowboy.
“Who’s riding who here?” Wes asked. “Give me the reins for a bit, daddy.”
Jesus, how had Mack thought he could ever give this up? I can’t. He’s mine.
“That’s because we both know it isn’t a fling anymore. It’s something else.” “Yeah.” Wes yawned. “Might be falling for you, daddy. Hope that’s okay.” “Sure it is.” I think I’m falling for you, too, boss.
“So I’ve heard that blow jobs are great remedies for headaches.”
“Ride ’em, cowboy.”
“Touch me, daddy.” “I am touching you, boss.” “Bare skin, you jerk.” Wes humped up against his hand. “Please.”
