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When he insists on arguing with me, I give him something else to think about. I kiss my way down his throat, over his shoulders and biceps. I especially pay attention to his rock-hard biceps. I tease his nipples with my tongue and play with his piercings. He’s a groaning, shivering mess by the time I work my way down to his erection, which is straining madly against his knit shorts.

Carefully, without jarring his leg, I work his shorts down just enough to give me access to his straining cock and balls. As I draw him in deep, to the back of my throat, he grips my hairtightly, pulling the strands so hard I’m afraid I won’t have any hair left.

He comes with a strangled groan, his fingers still in my hair, petting me, stroking me. “Oh, God, Danny! Fuck!”

After he comes down from the high, I kiss him sweetly. Then I nod toward his right bicep.

He glances down at the fresh red mark on his arm and chuckles. “Another one?”

“Just marking my claim,” I say.

It’s not quite the claiming he wants, but it’s something I can give him. I just hope it’s enough.

Chapter 30 – Sam

Beth comes to my room to see me the next morning before she leaves for work. When she spots the fresh hickey on my arm, she grins at me.

“Stop it!” I cover the mark with my hand. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“What? I didn’t say a word!”

“You didn’t have to. It’s all over your face.” I know what she’s thinking. She’s picturing me and Coopertogether. The girl reads a ton of romance books, and I know that includes plenty of gay romances. I’ve peeked over her shoulder on occasion, and some of the things I read made me blush.

I can just see the thoughts swirling in her head. “Go ahead,” I say with a sigh. “Ask.”

She tries to act nonchalant. “What are you talking about?” She says that so innocently. “Ask what?”

“You want to know about me and Cooper.”

“No, I don’t! Honestly, it’s none of my business. You don’t have to tell me anything.” Grinning, she hesitates. “Unless you want to?”

I sigh. “What do you want to know?”

“Well, I was just wondering… I mean, I assume… I mean, Cooper’s older and bigger than you. He’s a pretty dominant guy, right?”

I just stare at her.Duh.

“Right.” She’s nervous now. “Of course, he is.” All of a sudden, she’s embarrassed. Her face turns a pretty shade of pink.

I have no doubt she’s wondering who tops and who bottoms. I laugh. “Relax, Beth. It’s okay.” Before I can satisfy her curiosity,we’re both startled by a male voice coming from the open doorway.

“What’s okay?” Shane asks.

Beth jumps off the bed. “Nothing! We were just talking.” And then she races out of the room.

Shane just shakes his head at me. “Do I even want to know?”

“Nope. You don’t.”

* * *

Beth reluctantly agrees to help me practice with the crutches. When Cooper’s busy with something, and not likely to walk in on us, Beth brings the crutches to the bed and helps me stand.

I’m careful to keep my weight off my broken leg, per my doctor’s orders, but it’s still uncomfortable. Sometimes it’s downright painful. But I need to figure this out. I have plans for these crutches.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Beth asks me, as she worries over me like a mother hen.

She’s standing in front of me at the side of my bed, holding the crutches upright. I put my good foot on the floor and push myself up to a standing position. Quickly, I scramble to position the crutches under my arms. Beth does her best to hold me steady.