a home here, dammit.
“Good. God, I need to take you to bed.” Those fingers slipped free, leaving him aching and empty, and then Brent turned off the water.
They didn’t bother drying off. Hell, they just rushed to the bed, and Trace pushed right into Brent’s arms. They flopped down together, kissing and touching, but Trace knew where the condoms were now, and he went for them sooner rather than later.
“Hungry. Never knew anyone that needed it like you.”
“I need you,” Trace corrected, although he did like sex, and he wasn’t ashamed of it. Still, Brent was all he wanted right now, was who he dreamed about.
“Oh.” Brent groaned, leaning down to kiss him again, fingers spreading lube over his hole.
Trace rode the touches, hips rising and falling. He couldn’t stop moving, urging Brent to do more.
Brent moaned softly, the sound vibrating his lips. He felt…surrounded. Held. Needed.
Brent knelt up to put on the condom. “You ready, baby?”
“Yes. God yes. I need you. Your cock. You, inside me.”
“I’m coming in, then.” Brent smoothed the latex into place, wet it quickly, then slid into him in a rough thrust. Someone had listened, was learning what he liked. The sharp stretch and burn made him grunt, and he wrapped his legs around Brent’s waist and encouraged him to move.
Brent pulled back, then pushed in, the motion so new and familiar all at once. He watched the flush spread from Brent’s face and neck to his chest and belly.
“Fuck, you’re fine,” he whispered. Brent made his mouth dry.
Those abs. Brent had a rodeo rider’s muscles, that belly ridged with a six-pack. He touched it, fingers catching on the fine hairs.
“Yours, baby. So tight. Jesus, you’re holding me like a fist.”
“You inspire me.” He huffed out the words, breathless with need. “See?” He jerked his chin at his bouncing cock.
“I do. I see. Hard and long—so pretty.” Brent was altogether too coherent, dammit.
So Trace clamped down a little harder, rolling his hips off the bed.
“Fuck! Trace.” Brent grabbed Trace’s cock, stroking.
Much better. “Good, cowboy.”
Brent pumped his prick, teasing him. “Butthead.”
“I am. I want you. I want what I want.” They were really cooking now, the bedsprings squeaking. His ass was aching, throbbing in the best possible way.
That long cock just hit deep inside him with every thrust, and he wanted to shout, but he bit it back. No curious or scared kids. Not when he was on fire and ready to bust.
He needed Brent, driving into him and dragging that prick along his gland to send him over the moon.
“Soon, baby. You’re so hot. I can feel you, all along me, even with the rubber.”
He loved how Brent said rubber, like he’d learned it from some old movie. All of his boyfriends had been so reluctant to even mention condoms aloud.
“Soon. You’re pushing all my buttons.” He grabbed Brent’s shoulders and added his strength to Brent’s.
“Like this?” Brent rubbed his thumb roughly over Trace’s slit.
“God! Yeah. That. Do it again.”
“Uh-huh.” Brent gave him more, right to the edge of discomfort, but all pleasure.
One more time and he bore down, coming hard enough that he swore to God his bones rattled.
Eyes flying wide open, Brent slammed into him, hips snapping, shooting right along with him. He felt every hard beat of that pulse inside him.
He dragged Brent down into a kiss, tongue pushing in to taste. Fuck, he felt like he was on cloud nine.
Brent kissed him until they both had to pull away, gasping. Spots swam in front of his eyes for a minute, because they hadn’t wanted to let go.
“Fuck, baby. It wasn’t a fluke, huh?” Brent’s arms shook, but he stayed up, staring down at Trace.
“No. No, it was fucking real.” Balls to bones.
“Yeah. I mean, I love our time together, no matter what, but this? Hoo boy.” Brent slid free, and the rustle told him said rubber was going away. “Stay with me?”
“Please.” He’d get up in a minute and put on a pair of shorts and open the bedroom door. There was no way the kids would let them sleep through again tonight.
Brent joined him, pulling on a pair of pajama pants. They cleaned up, brushed teeth and such, then headed back to bed.
This was like a fantasy world.
And when Brent pulled him in to hold him? It was even better.
Chapter 15
“Are you sure you don’t mind watching Susannah?” Trace knew he was being an idiot. Brent was more than capable of taking care of the kids. This wasn’t about Brent.
This