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chuckled. Darcy was a clumsy ghost. In life, some considered her a true klutz too.
“I want what we had,” he said directly to Darcy but yet he wanted more, and Darcy always realized it.
Logan looked around the room. “Darcy isn’t here, Garrett.”
“I know she isn’t here for you but for me, she’s here and she’s real.”
“And it is not enough, damn it!” Sam’s hand failed to do the trick apparently because his cock softened and his skin flushed red-hot with desire.
Garrett’s gaze dropped to Sam’s cock. “No, and it never was, not even when we lived together and God help me, not even when she slept night after night in my bed.” There, he’d said it. He glanced at the empty dresser. Darcy didn’t look disappointed. She smiled sweetly and then took a deep breath as if she waited for something big to happen now.
“Do you know why?” Sam smirked. “Think about it, Garrett.” His hand went to work again, the manual stimulation surging forward once more.
The heat rising with a new intensity, Sam’s hand gripped tight around his girth, his fingers pressed and pulled at his own flesh.
Garrett felt consumed by an uncontrollable lust as he watched. He wanted Sam locked in between his jaws now, whispering sweet nothings or maybe only moaning, grunting even.
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“You’ll see. No one will ever make you feel like this.” Sam squeezed Garrett’s shoulders and his lips touched his before he pulled back to look deeply into eyes. “Or this.” He slanted his mouth over his again. He kissed him deeper with a claiming only one lover gave to another in the heat of passion and yes, he wanted to find it, truly experience the delight of unquestionable hunger.
Sam broke the kiss, parted his legs, and watched as Logan began to undress. He trembled with too much energy, his nerve endings on fire. Sam’s knee pressed against Garrett’s inner thigh encouraging him to spread his legs more.
Noticeably, Logan acted nervous. He slowly crossed his arms in front of his large, tanned body and pulled his polo from the hem. He worked it over his chest, neck and head. His hair caught on one of the buttons and he took his time working the locks from the small plastic—maybe it was acrylic—button.
The man looked like a god and simply too divine for this earth.
His sea-colored eyes appeared hazed by a lust created by years of waiting, and his body proved his excitement lingered. Packaged tight in the denim pants he shed, Logan released a weapon supported by a heavy cannon when he dropped his boxers.
Garrett’s mouth dropped in awe. He might ask him to photograph such a tool. Logan’s cock only painted part of the pretty picture. His balls, if a man’s sac measured with beauty, defined perfection.
Logan smiled. “You like it, huh?” He took a deep breath, tapped the end of it with his fingertips, collected the pre-cum and planted his taste on Sam’s tongue.
“Delicious.”
Logan winked at his lover and then addressed Garrett again, “You promised Darcy you’d never sleep with another woman. You never said anything about a man. Damn it, Garrett, she always knew. She understood she wasn’t the woman for you because you weren’t meant for any woman . Sam is right, it’s time to let go of her memory and—”
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Sam interrupted. “Shut up. You’re giving him an out. I’ve cared about him far too long to offer one. It’s now or never. I’m not going to wait. I’m not living through another day, another hour, another minute without knowing where we stand with him.”
Garret swallowed stiffly. “I need time.”
“Time? You’re out of time. You don’t have the luxury of it anymore because you never wanted it in the first place.”
* * * *
Garrett’s jaw twitched. He placed his hands on his legs and pushed his knees apart. The stiffness in Garrett’s dick provided a spectacular sight, but the way his balls stretched with the veins popping out in his
“I want what we had,” he said directly to Darcy but yet he wanted more, and Darcy always realized it.
Logan looked around the room. “Darcy isn’t here, Garrett.”
“I know she isn’t here for you but for me, she’s here and she’s real.”
“And it is not enough, damn it!” Sam’s hand failed to do the trick apparently because his cock softened and his skin flushed red-hot with desire.
Garrett’s gaze dropped to Sam’s cock. “No, and it never was, not even when we lived together and God help me, not even when she slept night after night in my bed.” There, he’d said it. He glanced at the empty dresser. Darcy didn’t look disappointed. She smiled sweetly and then took a deep breath as if she waited for something big to happen now.
“Do you know why?” Sam smirked. “Think about it, Garrett.” His hand went to work again, the manual stimulation surging forward once more.
The heat rising with a new intensity, Sam’s hand gripped tight around his girth, his fingers pressed and pulled at his own flesh.
Garrett felt consumed by an uncontrollable lust as he watched. He wanted Sam locked in between his jaws now, whispering sweet nothings or maybe only moaning, grunting even.
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“You’ll see. No one will ever make you feel like this.” Sam squeezed Garrett’s shoulders and his lips touched his before he pulled back to look deeply into eyes. “Or this.” He slanted his mouth over his again. He kissed him deeper with a claiming only one lover gave to another in the heat of passion and yes, he wanted to find it, truly experience the delight of unquestionable hunger.
Sam broke the kiss, parted his legs, and watched as Logan began to undress. He trembled with too much energy, his nerve endings on fire. Sam’s knee pressed against Garrett’s inner thigh encouraging him to spread his legs more.
Noticeably, Logan acted nervous. He slowly crossed his arms in front of his large, tanned body and pulled his polo from the hem. He worked it over his chest, neck and head. His hair caught on one of the buttons and he took his time working the locks from the small plastic—maybe it was acrylic—button.
The man looked like a god and simply too divine for this earth.
His sea-colored eyes appeared hazed by a lust created by years of waiting, and his body proved his excitement lingered. Packaged tight in the denim pants he shed, Logan released a weapon supported by a heavy cannon when he dropped his boxers.
Garrett’s mouth dropped in awe. He might ask him to photograph such a tool. Logan’s cock only painted part of the pretty picture. His balls, if a man’s sac measured with beauty, defined perfection.
Logan smiled. “You like it, huh?” He took a deep breath, tapped the end of it with his fingertips, collected the pre-cum and planted his taste on Sam’s tongue.
“Delicious.”
Logan winked at his lover and then addressed Garrett again, “You promised Darcy you’d never sleep with another woman. You never said anything about a man. Damn it, Garrett, she always knew. She understood she wasn’t the woman for you because you weren’t meant for any woman . Sam is right, it’s time to let go of her memory and—”
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Sam interrupted. “Shut up. You’re giving him an out. I’ve cared about him far too long to offer one. It’s now or never. I’m not going to wait. I’m not living through another day, another hour, another minute without knowing where we stand with him.”
Garret swallowed stiffly. “I need time.”
“Time? You’re out of time. You don’t have the luxury of it anymore because you never wanted it in the first place.”
* * * *
Garrett’s jaw twitched. He placed his hands on his legs and pushed his knees apart. The stiffness in Garrett’s dick provided a spectacular sight, but the way his balls stretched with the veins popping out in his
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