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messed up emotionally and psychologically—there really was no point denying it any longer—but when it came to Corbin Smith, his body’s physical reaction worked exactly the way it was meant to.
    Drawing in a slow breath, he forced his stare to stay on Corbin’s face. Not the increasing tent in his jeans. Not the long, corded length of his legs, legs that felt so good wrapped around Levi’s hips, or torso. Not the broad expanse of Corbin’s shoulders or the wide breadth of his chest. “What happens if Sonja says yes and we—you and I—still aren’t fixed? What if I’m still…broken? Will you…”
    Turning his head, he scrunched up his face and balled his fists.
    He couldn’t bring himself to say the words leave me . Just thinking about those two simple, monumental words ripped his heart raw.
    How could he exist without Corbin? Fate had torn the future they’d planned away from them, but they still had each other. Yet who knew for how long? If Levi couldn’t allow himself…couldn’t let what was in his soul be free…
    A roaring anger filled his ears only to fade away as two warm, dry hands cupped his jaw.
    With the faintest of pressure, Corbin made Levi look at him. “I love you, Levi,” he said. “Nothing will ever change that. Do you understand?”
    Levi nodded.
    A nod Corbin halted with a kiss. He moved his lips over Levi’s, soft, almost apologetic. He nipped at Levi’s bottom lip with gentle teeth before dipping his tongue into Levi’s mouth.
    Levi groaned, smoothing his hands over Corbin’s hips to haul him to his body.
    The course denim of Corbin’s jeans scratched Levi’s engorged erection, the rough friction on his taut flesh undoing his control.
    He took control of the kiss, spinning Corbin to the side to ram him against the wall. He drove his hips forward, grinding his cock against the steely bulge of Corbin’s groin even as he shoved his hands under the hem of Corbin’s polo shirt.
    Finding his lover’s nipples, he pinched them. Hard. Scraped his thumbnails over each one. Levi’s nails were longer than the average man’s—most bass players’ were—and Corbin reacted to their fierce swipe. He moaned into Levi’s mouth, raking his hands up Levi’s damp back, over his shoulders and into Levi’s hair.
    Levi shook his head, refusing Corbin the contact. He was in control now. And he knew what he wanted.
    Tearing his lips from the kiss, he grabbed Corbin’s belt buckle, undid it with a brutal yank, lowered Corbin’s fly with the same aggressive force and pushed his lover’s jeans down over his hips.
    Corbin stared into his eyes, offering no resistance to the ungentle move, his breath shallow.
    For a moment, Levi toyed with the idea of binding Corbin’s wrists together with the long length of leather. It wouldn’t be the first time. Nor the first time in this very room.
    His cock throbbed at the memories of doing just that. And then those memories were awash with other ones, memories of the time Levi had tied Sonja to her bed with belts when her parents were out of state and he’d spent the night.
    His head swam. Black swirls of tortured need filled his vision.
    He hadn’t thought about that night, his first foray into BDSM, for years. Decades. Hadn’t thought about how wet it had made the girl his parents declared too good for him. How she’d begged him to fuck her harder than he ever had.
    And yet now he was thinking about it. Thinking about that night as his lover now stood before him, the tiny bead of Corbin’s pre-come a dark, wet spot blooming on the front of the Ralph Lauren boxer briefs Levi had given him for his birthday.
    Thinking about it. Getting harder with each second.
    What kind of person did that make him?
    A broken one.
    The thought whispered through Levi’s head, twisting through his familiar desire for Corbin, threading through the unsettling need for Sonja. It dawned on him that when he’d asked— almost asked—if Corbin would leave if this unhinged