Page 94 of Untamed Aggression


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Lucas was such a good man. Loving and caring, just like the rest of the guys—and girls—who were part of Marcus’s crew.

Wanting to do something nice, Gavin had secretly donated two thousand dollars through Lucas’s website. He hoped his donation might help his friend get closer to achieving his goal. Over the past few weeks, they had allgrown closer as friends. They had all risked their lives to protect him, and Gavin was never going to forget that.

“You did an amazing job in there tonight,” Gavin said, leaning in and hugging his friend.

“Thanks! I can’t believe how well the kids did. They looked like they were having the time of their lives. And the two who fell and then started fighting with each other? I almost peed myself laughing,” Lucas said, his grin nearly splitting his face in two.

“Did you see how packed the theater was?” Ace asked, stepping up next to Lucas and throwing his arm over his shoulder.

“Yeah! I still can’t believe how many people showed up,” Lucas said. “Sharon told me they actually had to turn people away at the door but promised that next time we’re adding a second performance. And the online donations were incredible—we raised enough funds to cover the program for the next two years!”

“Wow, that’s incredible! I’m so proud of you, little man,” Marcus said, reaching out to pull Lucas into a hug. “Now, let’s head over to the bar and celebrate properly.”

The guys all cheered, turning and heading down the street to get shit-faced and pass out god knows where.

Gavin was about to follow when Marcus grabbed him by the arm and tugged him back toward him.

“Thought we could hang back a bit and have a little alone time before we join the others to celebrate,” Marcuswhispered, bending down and kissing Gavin’s neck passionately.

Fuck,the man was an animal.

Gavin’s cock hardened instantly, every nerve on fire, as he tried to control himself long enough to find a private spot for them to have some fun.

But Marcus had other plans.

Reaching down, Marcus scooped Gavin up and tossed him over his shoulder like he had done the first time they met all those weeks ago.

“Hey!” Gavin shouted, laughing and beating his fists against his caveman’s back. “I never consented to this!” Gavin chuckled, pretending that Marcus was carrying him away against his will.

Who was he kidding? Gavin couldn’t get enough of Marcus’s big, fat dick. He needed it in his mouth, on his face, in his hands, and definitely buried deep in his ass.

“Fuck, I love it when you manhandle me.”

A feral snarl erupted below him.

God, he loved it when his man was all untamed and aggressive.

Marcus gave him a hard slap on the ass.

“Fuck, I love it when you do that.” Gavin moaned. His eyes were heated, and he was desperately hard.

Moving quickly, Marcus carried him across the town square and up the city hall clock tower.

How Marcus got access? Gavin didn’t want to know.

Placing him gently on his feet, Marcus turned Gavin sohe was staring out at the town through the large glass window of the clock.

“Wow, I’ve never seen such an incredible view.” Gavin gasped, taking a step forward and gazing out at the town.

It was well past nine, so the town was dark and quiet. All the rowdy patrons had either gone home for the night or were headed over to Ride ’em Hard to drink till their faces went numb or they passed out from alcohol poisoning.

Gavin gazed at the quiet town, his lips parting as he admired the delicate glow of the twinkle lights illuminating the streets and shops below.

Say what you will about small towns, but their residents take great pride in their beauty.

“This is probably my favorite view of the town. I come here late at night sometimes, just to look out and take in the peace and quiet. It calms me and reminds me why I love this town and the people in it.” Marcus wrapped his arms around Gavin’s body, then began kissing Gavin’s neck. “God, I love you. I want you to stay. Stay here with me. Now and forever.”

Hearing the love and need in Marcus’s voice was all Gavin needed to be sure of how he felt—how he had always felt.