Spencer waited, and Wolf swallowed hard and licked his lips. “Uh, no. I haven’t been with anyone. My last physical was six months ago, and I was negative.”
“So you haven’t slept with Gary.”
“I find it incongruous to talk about another man when my dick is still inside you.” He withdrew slowly and found Spencer grinning beneath him. “What?”
“Nothing.” Spencer sat up and pressed their cheeks together. “Just that you’re hot when you use big words like that. Didn’t anyone ever tell you knowledge is sexy?”
Already the self-consciousness of being naked with Spencer was setting in. Spencer making jokes precluded any kind of intimate discussion, so he remained silent. Spencer studied his face. “Can I take a shower?”
Wolf nodded, and Spencer left the bed. A moment later he heard the water running, and he huffed out a frustrated breath, covering his face with his hands. Why this uncertainty? Spencer obviously didn’t take it seriously. Even as his body still tingled with delicious aftereffects, Wolf knew Spencer wanted only sex. After all, he lived by the motto, “the more the merrier.”
“I’m an idiot,” he muttered to himself.
By the time Spencer came out of the shower, releasing a cloud of sandalwood-scented steam, Wolf had accepted the fact that if he wanted to continue having sex with Spencer, he’d have to adjust to knowing that Spencer would have other men in his life. Neither of them had ever hinted at the possibility of anything more, but even as he dismissed it as fantasy, he yearned for something different between them.
Which was why he lost his breath when Spencer joined him in the bed and snuggled close. “I’m staying. I’m still hyped up on adrenaline and can’t possibly think of going to sleep just yet.” Those bright blue eyes held his. “Don’t make me go home, Wolfie.”
“If you promise to stop calling me that, you can stay. Now I have to shower. You can go into my dresser and find something to wear to sleep in.”
He washed and dried himself off quickly, hoping Spencer would fall asleep and he wouldn’t have to think about anything, but the prospect of spending the night together caused him anxiety.
Would they have sex again? What if he couldn’t? Always in the back of his mind was the fear that once the attraction to Spencer faded, he’d be as unable to be with Spencer as he was with any other man.
Soft-footing it to the bedroom, he peeked and found Spencer snuggled with the pillows, eyes closed, his thick, light-brown lashes fanned against his cheeks. A flash of disappointment hit him. For all that he’d wished Spencer was sleeping, he wouldn’t have minded talking and cuddling. And maybe kissing.
Embarrassed by his own thoughts, he put on his boxers and slid under the sheets.
“Gotcha.” Spencer rolled on top of him. “I told you I wasn’t sleepy.” Like a big cat, he rubbed up on him, and Wolf couldn’t contain the pleasure rolling through him.
He sighed. “I thought the night might’ve caught up with you.”
“We have some catching up to do, don’t you think? At least some heavy-duty talking to figure out what the hell is going on between us.”
“I guess,” Wolf admitted.
“You guess? Youguess?” His voice rose in the hush of the bedroom. “I let you fuck me bare. That’sneverhappened. You’re the first and probably the only one I would ever trust like that.”
Why couldn’t he be as free and giving with his words as Spencer? The man knew who he was, unapologetically. He was Spencer, like him or not, and if you didn’t, fuck off.
Wolf could pretend to be tough, but he didn’t possess half the strength Spencer did. He hid the truth, had even changed his name. His whole life was a lie and a sham—all he had was his work. The only thing that was real was how he felt about Spencer, and even that he couldn’t speak about. Not yet.
“I-I know. It’s huge. For me too.”
“Okay,” Spencer said, somewhat mollified. “I’m glad to hear I’m not just one in a long line of men you screw, then dump.” He rolled next to Wolf but remained snuggled in, and Wolf, damaged and touch-starved, lay content.
“I think we’ve established I’m not like that. I don’t do casual.”
I don’t do anything.
“Tell me about Gary. So you two didn’t hook up? He’s gorgeous.”
“Gary is a very nice man.”
“Ouch. That’s not what you say about someone you want to have hot, raunchy sex with.”
Wolf arched a brow. “Again, I hardly think it’s the right time to talk about being with someone else when we just—”
“Fucked like rabbits?” Spencer snickered. “Tell me why, then, Wolfie?”
