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Arousal flushed up Maxwell’s chest as he watched Garrett open up his own pants, but he still gave Garrett a teasingly chastising look and propped himself up onto his elbows. “You look like the cat that ate the canary.”
“Oh, I’m about to eat something a lot better than that.” Garrett couldn’t help the wicked grin that spread over his face. “Flip onto your belly.”
Maxwell’s eyes shot wide, and Garrett just smiled back into his shocked, hesitating expression. After a few moments, Maxwell slowly turned onto his belly and then buried his face into his folded arms. His shoulders tensed so hard, though, that Garrett half-expected them to crack.
“Hey,” Garrett murmured softly as he crawled back onto the bed and over Maxwell’s body, leaving gentle kisses up his spine and then over his shoulder to get to his ear. “What are you so nervous about?”
Maxwell’s fists clenched in the sheets over his head, but he didn’t lift his face. “I’m not.”
Garrett sighed and used the hand that wasn’t supporting his weight to massage Maxwell’s hip. “Maxwell, I’ll give you anything you want, and I don’t want anything in return, but just…don’t lie to me.”
“Garrett.” Maxwell lifted his head quickly and grabbed at the hand Garrett had braced on the bed as though afraid Garrett was already halfway out the door. “Wait.”
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.” Garrett swayed a little to the side to look into Maxwell’s face as he hovered above him. Panic drained slowly out of Maxwell’s expression, and Garrett frowned. Had he had a lot of men leave him in the middle of an intimate moment for a minor infraction? Or rather, had he had one man, in particular, do it to him too many times? “Just tell me what’s wrong.”
Maxwell frowned down at where he was tangling up his fingers with Garrett’s. “It’s foolish.”
“I didn’t ask if it was foolish. I asked what it was.” Garrett moved his hand from Maxwell’s hip to his ass cheek and stroked his thumb over the smooth skin. “You can change your mind. If you don’t want this—”
“I do.” Maxwell locked his hand around Garrett’s wrist in a vice and craned his neck to stare up at Garrett with his jaw set and his eyes wide and urgent. “I do want this.”
“Alright.” Garrett had to admit that was convincing, and he dipped a finger into Maxwell’s crack. “So what’s wrong?”
Maxwell’s eyes closed as Garrett teased a finger along the seam of his ass. “It’s just been a long time.”
Garrett huffed a breathy laugh and brushed a kiss over Maxwell’s lips. “I know that, baby. I’m gonna be gentle.”
“I want you to like it, though,” Maxwell blurted out, his eyes opening again with such painful insecurity and his brow wrinkling. But then he set his jaw and lifted his chin. “I know you’re doing this for me, but I don’t want you to do things you don’t like just because you think I will. I want you to”—the last few words looked like they had to fight their way out of Maxwell’s throat, and Garrett could see the shame threatening to overrun the determination in Maxwell’s eyes—“enjoy yourself.”
“Baby.” Garrett pushed himself higher and used his free hand to urge Maxwell to roll back onto his back. He cupped Maxwell’s cheek and searched his eyes. “Did someone tell you they didn’t enjoy themselves with you?”
Maxwell’s silence and the way his lips twisted and then pressed into a firm line told Garrett all he needed to know. Garrett was going to end Kurt Buck. He didn’t know how yet, but he was going to destroy that man.
“I can promise you”—Garrett fought to keep his voice steady—“that person was lying.”
Maxwell shook his head. “You don’t know that.”
“I’m pretty damn sure,” Garrett growled. “And I can definitely promise you this—” Garrett swooped down and captured Maxwell’s lips. He ran his thumb over Maxwell’s lower lip and pulled it open so that he could press his tongue into Maxwell’s mouth and taste his moan. He kissed Maxwell until he began to squirm and until Garrett felt a twin hardness when he rolled his hips down against him.
“Garrett,” Maxwell gasped when Garrett pressed their lengths together, and Garrett ground down against him.
“I am going to enjoy myself, Maxwell Terry.” Garrett nipped Maxwell’s ear and swatted his hip. “Now turn over.”
Maxwell scrambled to get back onto his stomach, all eagerness and no hesitation now, and Garrett felt on top of the goddamn world. Part of Garrett wanted to tease, but most of him wanted to drive Maxwell so far out of his mind he couldn’t even conceive of insecurity again. Afraid Garrett wouldn’t enjoy himself. The thought would make him laugh if it didn’t enrage him so much.
So he didn’t waste any time kissing the back of Maxwell’s neck—noting the surprisingly intense shudder that elicited—and then down the center of his spine and to the very top of Maxwell’s crack. Garrett looked up as he settled between Maxwell’s legs to see Maxwell with his cheek to the mattress, staring back at him with pupils blown wide. So Garrett grinned slowly and pulled Maxwell’s cheeks apart with both hands.
“Garrett,” Maxwell whined as he shook in Garrett’s hands.
Garrett massaged Maxwell’s cheeks. “You just enjoy, baby.” Then he dove in.
As soon as Garrett’s tongue touched Maxwell’s hole, Maxwell let out a desperate moan. Fuck yeah, that’s what Garrett was after. He licked broad, firm strokes over Maxwell’s entrance and felt it quiver and shake. Maxwell squirmed, but Garrett held him firm and kept up his assault, licking and licking until Maxwell’s moans changed into a desperate pitch.
Garrett lifted off just long enough to nip the swell of Maxwell’s ass filling up his hand. “That’s right, baby, let me hear you.”
Then he firmed his tongue into a point and fluttered it right against the furl of Maxwell’s entrance. If Maxwell was going to take his cock, then first, he’d have to relax enough to take his tongue. Garrett thrust into him, feeling Maxwell clench and tighten. So he forced the tip of his tongue past the tight muscle and fluttered it until Maxwell keened. Finally, Maxwell loosened enough for Garrett to lick into him, and Garrett growled his appreciation.
Oh, this was going to be a process that Garrett enjoyed. He might never manage to peel back all of Maxwell’s layers, but goddammit, he could open him up in bed.
