Clay shifted onto his hip, keeping his leg thrown over Scout. He grabbed a handful of covers and pulled the blankets over them. “You need sleep.” His lips swiped Scout’s mouth. “I’ll hold you and keep you safe.”
Scout couldn’t stop smiling even as his eyelids grew heavier and heavier. They would be okay. Clay loved him. Everything else would fall into place.
Chapter Ten
Softkissesonhisneck pulled Clay from his sleep. Without opening his eyes, he ran his hand through Scout’s hair. He couldn’t believe he had slept again after the fifteen-hour marathon, but he had a feeling he had been mentally drained for much longer than he realized. Clay loved the way Scout smelled—like some sort of exotic fruit straight from the shower. His hair was wet, and Clay didn’t care. He could run his fingers through the wet locks all day. Scout’s mouth moved to Clay’s chest. A needy moan escaped Clay. He still hadn’t opened his eyes, and he was rock hard. Scout did something to him no one else ever had—on the inside where no one could see. He touched a part of Clay that hadn’t been released before him. Clay had a feeling if anything happened to them, he would never feel this much passion again.
Clay heard the crinkle of a condom packet. He peeked open one eye.
Scout held his stare as he brought the wrapper to his mouth and used his teeth to open it. His gaze moved to Clay’s cock as he rolled the condom down Clay’s length.
“I’m about to use you.”
Clay closed his eyes. “I’m here for it.”
A wicked chuckle filled the air.
Clay got goosebumps at the sound. It seemed Scout had no qualms with Clay’s laziness. Fuck, Scout just did it for him. He brought Clay’s senses to life. Clay conserved his energy. Plus, he kind of wanted to see exactly how Scout liked it. Clay needed to know every detail of Scout because—one way or another—he intended to keep him.
Scout sat on Clay’s dick.
Clay was awake. “Mhmm. Fuck. You feel good.”
“You stole my line.” Scout lifted and lowered himself.
A pant burst from Clay. He wasn’t in control. That went against Clay’s nature, but he let Scout take charge… until he couldn’t any longer. Clay flipped, audibly knocking the air from Scout’s lungs as he hit the bed. With Scout staring up at him—wide-eyed and ready—Clay held him in the position he liked and took Scout’s ass. Scout looked half insane with lust.
Clay felt all the control flow back his way. He studied Scout’s face and fucked him the way Scout seemed to be the most into it. Clay really couldn’t see himself with anyone else. Not only did he love just sitting and talking to Scout, but he had also never had sex this good.
“You look so beautiful beneath me. I’m so fucking in love with you.”
Scout released a loud moan. He writhed like a sexy mess.
Clay lost his train of thought as Scout’s greedy asshole overtook his mind. He turned his chin up and closed his eyes, savoring every second.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamn sexy inside me. I can’t take it.”
At Scout’s desperate tone, Clay dropped his gaze to meet his stare. A flush covered Scout’s cheeks. He fought visibly for breath. So much lust stared up at Clay that Clay had to grind his back teeth to keep from blowing right then.
Scout tensed and Clay gasped. He was stealing Clay’s soul. Then Scout’s entire body jerked, and his spine left the bed in an arch that Clay knew would live in his head as the sexiest sight. Scout whined and cum coated his stomach. Clay lost it. He held Scout in place and pounded him through an orgasm so hard, Clay forgot how to breathe. By the time he made it to the final twitches, his lungs burned. Clay sucked in a deep breath. He sounded as if he had run for miles. “Holy shit. Fuck, Scout. You make my dumb ass forget to breathe.”
The way Scout’s body shook with silent laughter was captivating to watch. Clay dropped and rolled to the side, landing next to Scout while still struggling to catch his breath.
Scout brushed his palm down Clay’s side. “I swear you turn into someone else when you’re inside me. You’re almost scary with the way you watch me. Even though I’m not in danger of anything, except pulling something with how hard you make me come, you look at me like you can’t decide between fucking me or killing me.”
The statement swelled Clay’s throat. “I don’t mean to be so intense. You’ll always be safe with me.”
Scout turned serious. “Am I? It’s hitting me how much you could wreck me. I’ve never felt this much for anyone or anything. If you take it away…” He shook his head. “I might do anything.”
He sounded vulnerable and adrift, as if the thoughts running through his head terrified him. Clay stroked his face while holding his stare. “Same. No one would be safe.”
One corner of Scout’s mouth lifted in a hint of a smile. “That’s probably not normal, but neither are we, so…” He shrugged.
Clay chuckled. He honestly loved this man. Maybe they were fucked up, but they would be a huge mess together. He hoped. Clay had a decision to make with this promotion. He didn’t know what to do.
Even though he had just taken a shower, Scout needed another after the way Clay—once again—rocked him to his soul. Instead, they ended up sitting in the huge tub in Scout’s bathroom. Facing each other, they relaxed, letting the hot water soothe their muscles. Scout felt like he had been holding himself stiff since he had met Clay. Now that the strain slowly released, he realized how much he had carried unnecessarily.
Clay’s toe tickled Scout’s elbow beneath the water.
