“Please,” he begged, needing more. He’d never felt anything quite like this in his whole life, and it felt so goddamn good that it was threatening to take him under.
And he never wanted to come up again.
If this was love, he needed it to survive now.
Corbin stroked him.
Then, he was honest.
“Condoms or no condoms?” he asked.
Alex stared down his body, and he was one hundred percent honest.
“I only ever had sex with condoms on. I’m safe,” he said.
Well, Corbin could match that.
“Will was the only person I ever didn’t use one with,” he offered. “I’m safe, too.”
Well, then, that ended that discussion.
“If I’m going to marry you, I’m sure condoms aren’t needed,” Alex said, taking a huge chance.
Corbin grinned.
And it stole Alex’s breath that he was looking at him with that much love—as if he deserved it.
“I meant what I said,” Corbin admitted. “When you’re ready, tell me. I’d marry you in a heartbeat.”
Alex was so overwhelmed.
“Show me.”
Oh, well, ask, and he would receive.
A few times.
Moving lower down his body, he got to the man’s erection, and he was rock hard. There was no faking that. Alex was definitely turned on, and now, Corbin would do the work.
This man was going to be his husband, and he knew this time, he’d live a long time.
Yeah, they’d have a life.
Will had told him this was his destiny, and he was going to hold on with both hands, and never let go.
So, he started blowing him, and the whole time, Alex was lost in so much pleasure.
His body was wracked with it, and Corbin loved every single second of it.
The taste of this man’s skin called to him, and the natural scent of his manliness drove him wild. Alex was his aphrodisiac, and he never wanted anything else.
He.
Was.
Home.
“Oh, fuck!” Alex muttered, as he clenched his fists in the bedding as Corbin blew him like his life depended on it.
