His entire body was on fire, and he opened his mouth to curse Harper, but Harper’s mouth covered his and he drove in deep, filling him, splitting him in two. Colson moaned and locked his legs around Harper’s waist, sending him all the way home. “Fuck,” he panted and grabbed Harper’s thick biceps. “Move, dammit.”
Harper rolled his hips and thrust hard, over and over, slamming him into the bed. He reached between them, and at the touch of Harper’s large hand on his dick, Colson blew apart and came.
“You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Harper murmured and continued a slow, deliberate slide in and out of his twitching, boneless body, wringing every last bit of pleasure from him. “And you’re all mine.”
His dick throbbed at Harper’s possessive, husky growl, and he dug his fingers into Harper’s shoulder and rubbed their cheeks together. “Mmm. You’re mine too.”
Harper stiffened and gazed down at him, eyes glowing and Colson reveled in the possessive hold Harper had over him. He tightened his grip on Harper’s thick shaft inside him, and Harper shivered.
“Yeah.”
His heart leaped at Harper’s admission. Their lips met, Harper’s movements grew more frantic, and Colson watched him falling apart as his orgasm hit. He was wild and so damn beautiful. Colson held on to him, not wanting to let him go.
Harper nuzzled into his neck. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”
“Arrest me, Detective. I’m your prisoner.”
“Don’t tempt me to bring my cuffs the next time.” Harper’s dick pulsed, and Colson squeezed him. “I’d like to see you spread out under me.”
His heartbeat accelerated at the thought. “I wouldn’t mind.”
A smile spread across Harper’s face. “I’ll remember that.”
A kiss to his cheek, then Harper slipped out of him and got rid of the condom. Colson held his breath, wondering if Harperwould get dressed and leave. To his shock, he slid under the covers and tangled their feet.
“Did I pull you away from anything important? Like your gruesome new book?” Harper wrapped an arm around him and kissed his ear.
Colson laughed. “Just so you know, when I’m writing, nothing will disturb me, not the doorbell, the phone…”
“Not even me?” Harper spooned him, his soft dick nestling in the crease of his ass.
“Nope, not even you, Detective. I have to concentrate, so I block out all distractions. No matter how delicious they might be, writing is my first priority.”
“Mmm, so I’m number two, huh?” Harper bit his ear, his hands roaming over Colson’s chest.
“Depends. For lovers, you’re number one.”
Harper tweaked his nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. “How many on that list?”
“Only one. You.” He wriggled his ass, and Harper grunted. Colson turned to face him. “Give me a few to recuperate, and we can go for round two.” Harper’s grin was all the answer he needed.
Colson’s phone rang, and he closed his eyes. “I’m not answering it.” It stopped, and he sighed with contentment as Harper encircled his waist and pulled him closer.
“Good.”
A minute later it rang, stopped, then started over. “Shit. I’d better see what the hell this is, because it looks like it’s not going to stop.”
He checked the screen and saw it was his mother’s number. A chill ran through him. “Goddammit.”
Harper sat up. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s my mother.”
The phone lit up again with the fourth call.
“Well, are you going to answer it?”
“No. Trust me, nothing good will come out of this conversation.”
