When Graham found himself on the bottom, the bigger man over him, he felt the nudge, and relaxed into the invasion.
Once more, there was the slide of D’artangnan’s erection into his body.
They both moaned.
As Michael began moving, Graham was breathlessly staring up at him. Their eyes were locked together, and nothing was said.
Michael was ball’s deep in the man, and it scared him.
Why?
Because it was all back.
All the emotions.
All the feelings.
Everything.
He’d done what he’d planned not to do. He had gone back to the rodeo, and all he could hope was that this didn’t bite him in the ass.
Speaking of asses…
Michael kept moving, and the tempo had changed. They were no longer fucking. This was slower, gentler. This was about reconnecting on a different plane.
As they made that climb together, he used his one hand, the one from the injured shoulder, and stroked the man’s erection to get him off.
What Michael wanted was to make that climb together. He wanted them to take that fall as one.
As the heat built, the glide in and out of Graham’s body was too enticing.
Michael couldn’t hold on. He hoped that the man was ready to take that fall with him.
With one last slide home, he hit that perfect spot, and both men erupted apart, their bodies joined as one.
Graham came, feeling the explosion to his toes. The whole time, he was floating—until something hit him.
His cum was all over the man, and his dick was in his ass. Also, he’d let him blow him without protection.
He tensed, and that had Michael’s attention.
Slowly, he lifted his head, and his brilliant blue eyes were filled with confusion.
“You’re not okay.”
No, Graham wasn’t.
He fought to get out of his arms, and Michael let him go. The whole time, he knew he was about to get hurt.
Goddamn it.
He’d let himself do this all over again.
As Graham pushed away, putting space between them, Michael’s first instinct was to run.
AGAIN.
Only, this time, he’d matured, and he wasn’t that young soldier anymore.
