“Comefor me, E. I want you to come for me.”
Beaucontinued to pound into him, fast, hard, perfect. The rhythm took Ethan toanother place where there was no pain, only absolute, soul-healing ecstasy, andhe knew without a doubt the only place he would find it was right there inBeau’s arms.
WhenBeau slid his fingers into his hair, pulling him back until he was nearlyupright against him, Ethan gave in. Slowing his thrusts, Beau shoved deep inside,pulled out slowly and then gripped Ethan’s cock and stroked until Ethan wasnearly blind with the intensity of their joining.
“Comefor me, E,” Beau breathed against his mouth. “Only for me.”
Ethanplaced his hand over Beau’s where he was stroking him. Within seconds, he washovering on the edge of a release he was sure would knock him off his feet.Thank God Beau was behind him. Ethan only prayed he would catch him if he fell.
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Beau’slegs were growing weak as he thrust into Ethan, the solid wall of his bodyflush against him, his hips moving faster as he fucked him into oblivion.
Thiswas heaven on Earth, and it didn’t matter one bit that they were in a small,cramped office filled with clutter. The fact that Beau was with Ethan was allthat mattered. The way Ethan said his name was all that he cared about. And theway he continued to touch him, an obvious attempt to keep that additionalconnection was all Beau needed.
“Oh,fuck,” Ethan cried out, his cock jerking in Beau’s hand as he came in powerfulbursts. “Beau,” Ethan breathed deep, “it feels too good.”
Nothingwas too good as far as Beau was concerned because every time they weretogether, it just got better and better.
Beaureleased Ethan’s cock and gripped his hips as he plowed into him over and over,unable to hold off his climax any longer. He growled low and long as his hipsslammed into Ethan’s one last time, then stilled as he came.
Comingdown from the high he got when he was with Ethan took more time than it shouldhave. One good thing, Ethan’s frustration level had dissipated almost entirely.For long minutes after Beau exploded inside of Ethan, he’d simply stood there,holding on to him, refusing to let go. And to Beau’s surprise, Ethan hadn’ttried to move either.
Nowthat they’d managed to clean themselves – and the office – up a bit, Beaufigured it was as good a time as any to bring up the next subject he wanted tobroach with Ethan.
WithEthan sitting in the creaky desk chair, Beau propped himself up against thedesk with his arms crossed over his chest. Neither of them had made an attemptto go back to work either.
Turning,he looked over his shoulder at Ethan. “I’ve been thinking,” Beau stated calmlywhen Ethan just stared back at him.
“Great.Just what I need. A fucking mechanic who thinks,” Ethan smarted, playful andlight, much more acceptable than the aggravation that had filled him earlier.
“It’swhat I do,” Beau said on a laugh. “I’ve got other skills too, you know.”
Ethanlaughed. “Don’t I know it.”
Ethan’sstatement filled Beau with contentment.
“Whathave you been thinking about?” Ethan asked a second or two later.
Beaugave him a suggestive look, letting Ethan read into it what he wanted to.
Ethan’sslow smile was mischievous and sexy as hell, nearly redirecting Beau’sattention, but somehow he managed to keep his train of thought. “About gettinga tattoo.”
Ethan’seyebrow rose. “And you were thinking about this today?”
“Yup.”
“Why’sthat?”
“Noidea. Where’d you get yours done?”
Ethanappeared to be thinking, although Beau found it difficult to believe the guydidn’t instantly remember where he’d received the tattoo.
“Why?”
“Whyask so many fucking questions?” Beau retorted, beaming another smile at Ethanin an attempt to break up the tension in his voice.
“Fuckyou, Bennett,” Ethan said with a laugh. There was a subtle change in Ethan’sposture, his shoulders tensing slightly before he said, “The guy I went to isin Houston.”
