has a need to be loved, to be wanted for no other reason than who we are. What we are. Look how much weâve learned already, that our differences are not nearly as great as those things that make us the same.â
Finn could only nod in agreement. He didnât try to speak, afraid his voice would crack, that his nerve would fail. Heâd never been good at emotions, never been successful with any relationships because he flat-out hadnât wanted them.
He wanted this. Wanted Duran and Tara, wanted the connection with the rest of Macâs dream team. And most of all, he wanted everything to turn out the way they hoped.
Damn but he didnât want to screw up. That possibility scared the crap out of him. Heâd not been all that good at following through on things, but . . .
âItâs okay.â Duran stepped even closer. He placed both his hands on Finnâs shoulders and stared at him. Duranâs brilliant blue eyes bored into his. Took charge of Finnâs fears. âWhen we make loveâand that is what weâll be doing. Not sex to find mere gratification, but lovemaking to reach a connection only lovers can find, one so deep, so intensely personal, that we will meld as one. You and me, Finn. Just the two of us. Let me in. I want to fill your body, your mind, and your heart. Can you do that?â
Finn nodded, caught in the deep, hypnotic blue of Duranâs eyes, the perfect curve of his lips, the warmth of his hands. Morgan and Bolt might still be in the room, but they didnât matter. Nothing mattered but the connection to Duran.
âWhere do you want me?â
âHere.â Duran ran his fingers over the high back of the leather chair. âSpread your legs, lean over the top. Place your hands on the arms of the chair, your chest close against the cushion. I want you comfortable and yet you must feel totally submissive to me, something that is not in your nature.â
Wondering how Duran had picked up on that little personality trait so quickly, Finn nodded, leaned over the back of the chair and flattened his palms against the thick arms. The soft leather felt warm against his belly. The tip of his erection gently brushed the sleek leather back. Duran knelt behind him and spread Finnâs legs farther apart until his toes barely connected with the floor. He felt vulnerable. Helpless, and so damned horny he could barely breathe. Cool air wafted across his hot testicles and his arousal spiked another notch.
Self-consciously, he raised his head and realized he looked directly at Morgan and Bolt. At some point, Bolt had moved from his seat on the arm of the couch and now sat beside Morgan. Both of them were naked. Both highly aroused.
Finn hadnât noticed when theyâd undressed, but their clothes lay in a pile on the floor. Now they sat close, each one stroking the otherâs cock, both of them watching Finn.
He groaned softly, his own desperate need growing on the need of the others.
âHold that position.â
Finn glanced over his shoulder as Duran walked into the bedroom and quickly returned with the tube of lubricant Finn had taken from the supply room. Amazing what a guy could find in that big pantry, but leave it to Mac to prepare for everything, though one thing Finn certainly hadnât counted on when he took this job was the fact heâd be getting fucked in the ass. That definitely hadnât been on this het-boyâs radar.
What an idiot heâd been. He rested his cheek against the leather cushion, almost bent double over the chairâs back, and let his thoughts wander over the last couple of days while Duran spent some quality time working lubricant in and around his butt. Heâd never had a clue how sensitive that area was. Not once had he imagined heâd ever have sex with a man.
Now he welcomed it. Dreamed of Duran taking him as much as he loved fantasizing about dominating Duran, though heâd definitely want
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