I grimaced at Major and reached for the room spray, which did nothing to cover the scent of cum. Now it smelled like we’d fucked in a rose garden, and there wasn’t much to be done about it.
Major winked at me and sat in one of the chairs in front of my desk. Hoping that I didn’t look freshly fucked, I opened the door, a puzzled expression on my face. “How did that get locked?” I asked.
Seth’s eyes immediately went to Major, then to me. “Oh… I left my backpack here.”
Seth’s desk was close to the door, so I reached for the backpack in question and handed it to him. “Here you go.”
He looked between the two of us again, and Major sent him a winning smile.
“You must be Major.”
“That I am. You must be Seth.”
He raised his brow, surprised. “Nice to meet you.”
“Same,” Major said, his grin practically feral.
Seth backed out of the office, carefully closing the door behind him. I waited until his footsteps faded, then turned to Major. “You enjoyed that way too much.”
His expression was unrepentant. “Just marking my territory.”
CHAPTER 23
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Ren closed the garage door after letting me in. “I really do need to get the automatic opener fixed,” he said. I mentally added that task to my list, loving that I could take this off his shoulders.
I slipped out of the truck and closed the door with my hip as I dragged him into a kiss that lasted a while. It made him nervous to have to hide the truck, and it filled me with pride knowing that he wanted me to come over anyway.
“If you want to do anything tonight, I’ll have to take something,” he admitted, coloring slightly. “I’d usually need a few hours’ worth of recovery after what you did to me at the college.”
“I already told you, I have no problem with you needing to take something. As long as you’re comfortable,” I said, pausing to kiss his forehead. “Nothing about that is wrong or makes me overthink your age.”
“Oh, you mean the wayI’moverthinking my age?” Ren groused, tucking his slim fingers into my waistband and pulling me into his house.
“Exactly. I happen to think your age is really fucking sexy, and a little blue pill isn’t going to change my mind on that.”
“What about the white streak in my pubic hair?”
“We’ve already discussed this. I like the white streak. I like all of your hair. I like your body, I like your cock, and I love how accommodating your tight little asshole is.”
“It’ll take at least thirty minutes for the pill to take effect,” he warned, as if that would scare me away.
“So what you’re saying is that I get to edge you for half an hour?” I asked, slipping another jar of blueberry jam into his refrigerator as we made our way through the kitchen.
Shaking his head, Ren grinned as we got to the stairs and sprinted to the top. I closed the distance and grabbed him, tossing him over my shoulder. He let out a whoop, and I turned toward the guest room and our sex mattress.
“Actually, we can go to my room,” Ren said, his voice suddenly serious despite the ridiculous position I’d put him in.
I gently set him down, checking out his body language. “Are you sure? I don’t mind using the guest room.”
He rolled his eyes and held up his left hand, which still bore his wedding ring. “I’m pretty sure my husband would enjoy the fact that I’m taking some young stud to our marital bed.”
If I was keeping it real, I could see it. Hell, Robert would probably tease Ren for being the older one now. And sure, it still weirded me out to think that I’d begun a relationship with the husband of a man I admired and still mourned, but I didn’t think Ren and I had been able to avoid this connection between us. “As long as I’m the young stud in that equation, I’m okay with it.”
Grabbing a handful of my polo, he nudged open the bedroom door, then dragged me inside. When we got to the foot of hisbed, he held up a finger and left me there, marching into the bathroom.
A few seconds later, he emerged with a glass of water and a blue pill on his open palm. He raised his brow, keeping my attention as he popped it into his mouth and swallowed it down. “Let the games begin.”
