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“Of course you’d find violence a turn-on.”

“Like you don’t.” He pressed back into me. “We’re more alike than you think.”

I mouthed at the shell of his ear, tightening my grip on his throat before dipping my head to his shoulders, kissing across the light dusting of freckles on his skin. “I seem to act so irrationally when it comes to you. When he said that, I didn’t even stop to think. All I wanted to do was hurt him for hurting you.”

“Yeah?” Daniel wrapped his hand around my wrist, pulling it away from his neck. Turning around so we were facing each other, he backed me up against the shower wall, nipping at my jaw. “If he’d hit you back, I would’ve broken more than his nose. No one touches what’s mine and gets away with it.”

My heart jolted at his low threat, a giddy sensation swirling in my stomach. I tipped my head back so he could suck a mark onto my throat. “Don’t come to any of my games, then.”

“Don’t come to mine. You’ll be banned for life. You should stay away from the yard too. And my, uh, extracurricular family-based activities.”

“Fuck you.” I clawed down his back. “Stop. I don’t even want to think about anyone else hurting you.”

He drew back, studying me. He was so fucking beautiful, with his bright eyes almost eclipsed by his pupils and his lashes spiky and wet. A reluctant smile curved over his plush lips as he cupped my jaw. “I think we’ll have to agree that fights we have with other people are going to happen in those kinds of situations, and we shouldn’t interfere. Not unless there’s a justification. Yeah?”

“Fine,” I muttered.

“Look at us, compromising. We’re so good at that.” He leaned in, his mouth sliding over mine. “Outside of the situations we just mentioned, no one fucking touches you. Especially not the way I’m touching you right now.” He pressed his hips forwards as he kissed me, his erection sliding up against mine.

“No one else. Not for me, and not for you. You’re mine, baby, until we get each other out of our systems.” I mouthed at his throat, marking up his skin the same way he’d marked mine.

“Mine.” His hands went to my ass, tugging me even closer. “I really, really want to fuck you. Right here.” His finger traced a line down my crease. “Are you gonna let me?”

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DAN

“Fucking kiss me,” Lincoln growled, yanking my T-shirt up over my head and throwing it to his bedroom floor. His hands roamed greedily over my abs and up onto my pecs. When his thumbs brushed over my nipples, I gasped and lunged forwards, biting at his jaw.

“Too sensitive. I can’t. Fucking hell. What are you doing to me?”

“What are you doing to me? I thought I told you to kiss me.”

“I don’t take orders from you, Bellingham.”

“Oh yes, you fucking do, baby.” His hand wrapped around my throat, making me groan. “That’s it. Are you gonna be good for me?”

“Yeah,” I whimpered. Fucking whimpered.

He shuddered against me. “Shit, Hoyton. You’re so hot.”

“You are.” I tipped my head back, letting him make a mess of my neck as usual, his stubble dragging over my cleanly shaven skin. “You make my dick so fucking hard.”

“Mmm, yeah. I can feel it.” He slid his hand down between us, thumbing at the tip of my erection. My dick jerked, and he groaned into my throat. “So hard for me.”

“Fuckfuckfuck,” I panted, arching into his touch. “Get your clothes off, now. I need to get inside you, and I need to fucking come before I die.”

“So dramatic.” He let me strip his clothes off. Neither of us had bothered with anything more than a T-shirt and joggers after our shower, knowing exactly what was going to happen when we got back to the privacy of his apartment. That meant I had his sexy body all uncovered in the space of about ten seconds. His big dick was so…rigid. Fuuuck. Rigid and leaking, his balls heavy and full. For me.

My mouth watered. “I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I yanked my joggers down, my erection springing free, just as hard as his, the tip glistening with precum. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you won’t be able to walk for a week. RIP to your ass.”

Strangled laughter escaped from his throat. “Has anyone ever told you that you have a way with words? A strange way.”

“Nope, and I think you should stop talking. C’mere.” I wrapped my hand around his nape, slamming my mouth against his. We stumbled to his bed—and by the way, my life flashed before my eyes when I nearly face-planted the floor after tripping over a stupid coffee table—kissing and biting and licking, hands pawing at each other, until we fell onto the bed. I crawled up to the edge of his mattress, yanking the drawer of his bedside table open and fumbling around inside until my hand closed around a bottle of lube.