Spencer held him. “I want everything. I want it all.”
Wolf’s back arched in a beautiful curve as he moved over him, and though Spencer had thought he was drained from the rush of his orgasm, he couldn’t help but respond. His legs locked around Wolf’s waist, and he dug his fingers into Wolf’s sweat-slicked biceps.
“Come on, harder, harder. More.More.”
Wolf rocked into him, hips rolling, thrusting deeper, until Spencer thought he was being split in two. Over and over the bed slammed against the wall, but Spencer didn’t care. He was too caught up in the moment, watching Wolf’s orgasm hit him. He’d never seen anything so magnificent. His eyes glowed, his hair lay in wet, inky swaths across his forehead, and his lips pulled back as a feral growl escaped him.
Wolf didn’t simply make love to him. He owned Spencer, possessed not only his body, but his soul and his heart, and Spencer willingly gave up to him everything he’d been holding inside.
The hot rush of Wolf’s climax filled him, and Spencer reveled in it. All the other men before faded away. They hadn’t touched him. He’d only know Wolf and the heat of their bare skin from now on.
“What are you thinking?” Wolf pulled out and lay by his side. “I can almost see your mind spinning.”
“Sometimes…I regret who I was. All the men. I should’ve confronted you years ago. Right after our night together.”
“And I would’ve pushed you away.” Wolf rolled to face him. “I couldn’t understand why I wanted only you. But if staying apart meant finding who we are as individuals, before coming together, maybe it was all worth it to make us stronger together in the end.”
“Those lawyer arguments are fucking sexy.”
His stomach rumbled, and Wolf laughed.
“So is that. Come on. I’ll feed you, and then I have to finish some work I can’t put off. I’ll come here after, and we can have dinner.”
“I like that idea.”
“I’m full of good ideas. Just wait.”
Chapter Twenty
Wolf was exhausted. His request to withdraw from Kemp’s case was denied, and he’d been angry and foolish enough to take to the punching bag at the gym, where he might’ve taken it a bit too far. The only consolation for that was having Spencer there to massage his shoulders.
Early in the evening, Wolf lay on the sofa, feet stretched out, with Spencer on the opposite end, their legs tangled together. Spencer was marking up some trade fashion magazine, and Wolf was busy writing up questions for Kemp. He was planning a trip to interview Kemp at the prison and see if he was willing to talk and make a deal.
“This is so cozy and domestic.” Spencer set his magazine on the pillow at his side. “You do realize you’ve been here every day this week.”
He blinked, and his stomach dropped. “Do you want your space? Is that a subtle hint to go home?”
“And we always thought you were the smart one. Don’t be an idiot. I love having you here. As a matter of fact…” Spencer bit his lip, and Wolf narrowed his eyes. Spencer wasn’t hesitant about anything. What was bouncing around in that head of his? “I was wondering if you wanted me to make space in my closet for you.”
“Is that even possible? You have more clothes than I’ve ever seen, or at least outside of a department store.”
Spencer wrinkled his nose. “Well, my job requires it. What I wear reflects on Maximillian, and I can’t be seen in the same thing twice.”
“What’s going on with that? I know you’ve been in contact with Matty, but has Christo reached out to you?”
A worry line bisected Spencer’s smooth forehead. “No. Which isn’t a good sign.” He propped his chin on his hand. “I don’t want to look for another job, but I might have to.”
Seeing how much the conversation disturbed Spencer, Wolf put his tablet aside. “I think we should get ready to go to Chess and André’s. I’ve never seen Chess happier, now that André’s home, plus, Chess is such a great cook. I can’t wait to see what he’s got for us tonight.”
“You didn’t answer my question. Do you not want to move some of your stuff over here? I know you have a few things, but I’m talking about something…I don’t know…”
“More permanent?” Wolf blurted out, and Spencer’s brows shot up in surprise, even as a smile broke across his face.
“Would you want that? I know how I feel, but I didn’t want to be pushy.”
“Since when?” He ducked the pillow Spencer threw at him. “And I don’t mind. I like when you push my buttons. But seriously?” He paused, trying to collect his thoughts. “I’ve been thinking it seems stupid to keep two places. And though it’s an easier commute to my office from my place, I wouldn’t have an issue putting it up for sale. Your place is more of a home.”
He had little in his apartment he’d want to bring. Aside from his clothing, the only thing that mattered to him was the graduation picture of the four of them.
