shoulders. He froze in place as
pleasure washed over him from head to curling toes.
Ty slapped his shoulder on a swear word. “I’m going to
remember this when it’s your turn, asshole.”
“My asshole is tweaking like it’s high on heroin. If I’m
going to do this relationship thing with you, I guess that’s a good sign. Bring
it on anytime, dude.”
Ty opened his mouth to say something. Donovan stopped him
with another long, hard thrust. Yeah, that was it. Even better than the initial
thrust, this one rubbed all the right places. It made Ty’s hips lift in
response and Donovan’s balls slapped his man’s taint deliciously.
Ty’s groan went bone deep and Donovan shivered again, this
time with lust.
There was nothing that felt as good as Ty’s body. Donovan
wasn’t going to be finished with him for a long time. He smiled as he savored
the thought. His body begged him to move again. He held a second longer,
drawing the insanity out just so he could relish shoving in all the more.
“No take backs,” Donovan rasped.
“What could I possibly take back?”
“I’m a non-returnable gaming unit. Now that you’ve got me,
you’re stuck with me.” And the kicker of it was Donovan meant it.
Ty grinned. He pulled Donovan down for a long, deep kiss.
“I’ll take that chance. I knew I wanted you from the moment we first met. I
just needed you to put your ass on the for sale table.”
“I’m not for sale. I’m just for you.”
Epilogue
Seven months later…
Ty flipped the French toast in the skillet. Donovan wandered
into the kitchen, still mussed from sleep. Not that they’d had much of it.
They’d made the wise decision to take the week off after making the huge Sony
sale. He knew Donovan would still want to check in, but the programmers were
programming and they’d been able to hire an office manager to oversee some of
the decision making.
Ty grinned as Donovan schlumped up behind Ty and wrapped his
arms loosely around his waist. D’s chin dropped to his bare shoulder. “Mornin’,
sexy.”
“Morning,” Ty answered. He’d never get over the giddy
feeling of Donovan’s unconscious affection.
“You stole the covers again last night,” Donovan grumbled.
“You snored.”
“You hit me in the face with a pillow,” Donovan complained
lightly.
“As mentioned, you snored.”
Donovan chuckled, nuzzling the side of Ty’s neck and sending
goose bumps down his arms.
“If my mouth’s open, you could always find something long
and hard to fill it,” Donovan suggested.
“You should never sleep with a cock in your mouth. I hear
it’s a choking hazard.”
“The kind I like.”
“I’m trying to make breakfast,” Ty said, shrugging the
shoulder Donovan leaned on. “I can’t concentrate on flipping golden-brown toast
when my dick would rather I flip you.”
“Oh?” Donovan hadn’t been shaken. He hands flattened on Ty’s
smooth abdomen and eased beneath the elastic waistband of his cotton pajama
pants. “I think the bigger problem is getting this too close to the flames.”
D’s hot hand curled around Ty’s shaft. The other one tucked
lower to capture his balls. Dear God, he’d never get breakfast on the table at
this rate. Especially not when D’s hand began to move.
“Turn off the stovetop,” Donovan ordered.
Ty blindly killed the flame under the skillet. He rested the
back of his head on Donovan’s shoulder, sinking into the sensations that his
lover created. Damn, the man was talented.
Donovan’s lips captured Ty’s earlobe and Ty groaned at the
heated suction of his lips and tongue working it. His hands continued at a
torturously slow place as his lips traveled from ear to neck.
Ty tipped his head aside to give him better access. “Right
there. I love that spot.”
Donovan chuckled. “I know.” He lifted his head to nip Ty’s
jaw. “And I love giving you want you want.”
“I know,” Ty mirrored.
“Because I love you .”
Ty’s eyes flew open.
pleasure washed over him from head to curling toes.
Ty slapped his shoulder on a swear word. “I’m going to
remember this when it’s your turn, asshole.”
“My asshole is tweaking like it’s high on heroin. If I’m
going to do this relationship thing with you, I guess that’s a good sign. Bring
it on anytime, dude.”
Ty opened his mouth to say something. Donovan stopped him
with another long, hard thrust. Yeah, that was it. Even better than the initial
thrust, this one rubbed all the right places. It made Ty’s hips lift in
response and Donovan’s balls slapped his man’s taint deliciously.
Ty’s groan went bone deep and Donovan shivered again, this
time with lust.
There was nothing that felt as good as Ty’s body. Donovan
wasn’t going to be finished with him for a long time. He smiled as he savored
the thought. His body begged him to move again. He held a second longer,
drawing the insanity out just so he could relish shoving in all the more.
“No take backs,” Donovan rasped.
“What could I possibly take back?”
“I’m a non-returnable gaming unit. Now that you’ve got me,
you’re stuck with me.” And the kicker of it was Donovan meant it.
Ty grinned. He pulled Donovan down for a long, deep kiss.
“I’ll take that chance. I knew I wanted you from the moment we first met. I
just needed you to put your ass on the for sale table.”
“I’m not for sale. I’m just for you.”
Epilogue
Seven months later…
Ty flipped the French toast in the skillet. Donovan wandered
into the kitchen, still mussed from sleep. Not that they’d had much of it.
They’d made the wise decision to take the week off after making the huge Sony
sale. He knew Donovan would still want to check in, but the programmers were
programming and they’d been able to hire an office manager to oversee some of
the decision making.
Ty grinned as Donovan schlumped up behind Ty and wrapped his
arms loosely around his waist. D’s chin dropped to his bare shoulder. “Mornin’,
sexy.”
“Morning,” Ty answered. He’d never get over the giddy
feeling of Donovan’s unconscious affection.
“You stole the covers again last night,” Donovan grumbled.
“You snored.”
“You hit me in the face with a pillow,” Donovan complained
lightly.
“As mentioned, you snored.”
Donovan chuckled, nuzzling the side of Ty’s neck and sending
goose bumps down his arms.
“If my mouth’s open, you could always find something long
and hard to fill it,” Donovan suggested.
“You should never sleep with a cock in your mouth. I hear
it’s a choking hazard.”
“The kind I like.”
“I’m trying to make breakfast,” Ty said, shrugging the
shoulder Donovan leaned on. “I can’t concentrate on flipping golden-brown toast
when my dick would rather I flip you.”
“Oh?” Donovan hadn’t been shaken. He hands flattened on Ty’s
smooth abdomen and eased beneath the elastic waistband of his cotton pajama
pants. “I think the bigger problem is getting this too close to the flames.”
D’s hot hand curled around Ty’s shaft. The other one tucked
lower to capture his balls. Dear God, he’d never get breakfast on the table at
this rate. Especially not when D’s hand began to move.
“Turn off the stovetop,” Donovan ordered.
Ty blindly killed the flame under the skillet. He rested the
back of his head on Donovan’s shoulder, sinking into the sensations that his
lover created. Damn, the man was talented.
Donovan’s lips captured Ty’s earlobe and Ty groaned at the
heated suction of his lips and tongue working it. His hands continued at a
torturously slow place as his lips traveled from ear to neck.
Ty tipped his head aside to give him better access. “Right
there. I love that spot.”
Donovan chuckled. “I know.” He lifted his head to nip Ty’s
jaw. “And I love giving you want you want.”
“I know,” Ty mirrored.
“Because I love you .”
Ty’s eyes flew open.
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