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He opened for me and I kissed him lazily, taking my time, because I could. He didn’t belong to me… yet… but I had a great start.

After rolling him to his back, I spread myself over him, loving the feel of all that virile male power lying dormant under me.

“We’ll be back from the drive on Sunday afternoon. I want you to be at the Red when we get there so you can come home with me.”

“Yeah?” I asked anxiously, almost holding my breath because he sounded so good, like he was making plans, making promises, and I was excited just thinking about spending long periods of uninterrupted time with him.

“Say you will.”

“I will.”

“Good,” he said, reaching up to squeeze my ass and dip his middle finger into my crease, making me shudder with the contact. “Now tell me truly, do you feel all right with what you did? What I did?”

I made a noise that could not be classified as speech and rolled to my good side so he could spoon behind me.

“Glenn?” he asked. I heard the cap on the lube snap open. “Tell me.”

“How can you even ask that when I’ve never felt better in my life?” I said gruffly, bucking forward as he curled two fingers inside of me and rubbed over my gland.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.”

“I have the need to gorge on you in case I wake up in the morning and this is all just a really fuckin’ hot dream.”

“Not—” I gasped as he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the head of his long, beautiful cock that already I needed inside me again. “—a dream.”

“That’s good,” he said, going slow, pressing forward, stretching me, filling me, and not stopping until I was clenched around him.

He slid out a fraction and then pushed back in, gentle, tender, and with an agonizing languor that built a ravenous need in me almost instantly.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Then tell me now that you’re okay,” he ordered, slipping his hand down my hip, careful not to touch where the stitches were before taking hold of my straining, twitching cock. “Or not, and we’ll talk about it, but I want this settled between us.”

“Nothing needs to be settled,” I confessed. “I’m good.”

“Yeah?”

“I thought, before….” I moaned, the feel of him stretching me and filling me so good, the slide and the push more exquisite than I could have imagined, making it hard to keep a coherent thought in my head. “That bottoming would make a difference, that I’d care what I did, but it doesn’t because I’m still me, nothing’s changed at all.” Nothing was taken from me by giving myself to my lover. I was still me, no less powerful, no less a man. Inside, I was the same except for knowing what my body was capable of feeling. “I just didn’t know, and there’s so much bullshit everywhere and it messes with your head.”

“You didn’t know how you’d feel, and there’s a misconception that the guy on the bottom isn’t just as strong or powerful, that submitting somehow makes you weak.”

“Which is stupid.”

“Yes,” he agreed, his voice cracking as he surrendered to his own need. “And remember, however you want me, however you need me, I’m all yours. All of me… just yours.”

I had a feeling we were talking about more than his body, but I had a confession. “Maclain?”

“Yes, honey,” he said gruffly as he ground into me, deep, increasing his rhythm, stroking me faster, his breath stopping and starting.

“I like it like this.” The words tumbled out of me as I came over his fingers and wrist. “I love it like this.”

Chapter 6

I WOKE up in the morning, sore everywhere, but it was amazing, the change to my outlook when I lifted my head up off Mac’s chest to look down into his gorgeous eyes.

“Yeah, all right,” I allowed, grinning at him. “This is the best way to start a day ever.”