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I lifted up, allowing the spent, flaccid cock to slip from between my lips. Landry, seeing the long strand of saliva that connected my bottom lip to the flared head of his cock, groaned deep and hoarse. When I licked my lips, he shuddered.

“Jesus, you’re so fuckin’ hot,” he stammered. “But you don’t have to blow me for me to feel it—to know that I belong to you, for me to know that you’re all there is.”

Our eyes locked together. “Maybe I needed to be reminded of who I am. You ever think of that?”

He reached down and put his hands on my face. “Take everything off; take your damn clothes off. I wanna see you… your skin.”

I rose up over him, not listening to him at all, still fully clothed as I loomed above him, over my man who was now a study in debauched beauty.

His eyes were glazed, his hair was tousled, he was flushed and panting, and his stomach was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. The dress pants were shoved down to his knees, and his sweater was pushed up to his hard pecs. He was less muscular than I was, but his body was toned and hard. I bent to taste him.

“I want your clothes off.” His voice rose, commanding.

“No,” I told him, turning away, getting up off the bed so he couldn’t see my smile, just hear the tone of my voice. “We need to go back up and talk to your folks.”

“Trevan!” he yelled at me as I grinned and left the room.

“Better hurry up,” I called back over my shoulder.

“One!”

He was counting?

“Two!”

Oh, shit! I bolted back into the room to find the man I loved standing beside the bed completely naked, hands on his hips in such a stance of indignation that I burst out laughing.

“I am going to murder you if you do not get your ass in this bed!”

But it wasn’t necessary anymore. I was real and he was real, and the love between us was vibrant and alive and sometimes ugly, sometimes even mean, but it was there, and I could see it all over him. His eyes couldn’t lie, and they were full of me.

I darted around the bed and grabbed him, and after a whimper in the back of his throat, he wrapped his arms around me and molded his beautiful body to mine.

“I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

“Oh, but I feel good.” I smiled into his hair, pulling back to brush my nose along his and close my eyes with the surge of feeling that swamped me. “I’m perfect.”

He grunted.

“I meant I feel perfect, ass, I didn’t mean I am perfect.”

His head turned, and he kissed a wet line up the side of my neck as I leaned my head over so he could reach all my skin.

“I love you,” he told me, nibbling under my chin as I let my head loll back on my shoulders. His lips were so soft, and between the pressure and the nibbling, I felt my body heat.

“Trev.” His breath was hot on my face.

“I love you, Landry Carter,” I said, smiling as I bent forward and nuzzled his adorable little nose before zeroing in on his mouth. “How ’bout I kiss you until you come again.”

“Oh God.”

I chuckled before I slanted my mouth down over his.

“Not fair,” he whispered even as he returned each kiss.

WE MADE the mistake of getting back on the bed, and when I saw his eyes fluttering, I pressed my advantage, grabbed him, and lay down with him in my arms. Head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat, the man passed out minutes later. I followed him into sleep and smiled when I thought how weird it would be if anyone walked in on us. I was still completely dressed except for my shoes, and he was naked. I patted his ass as I smiled.

The nap was good, and when we woke up, we headed up to see his parents. They sent us right back to the guest house to shower and change for dinner. We never ate at six, but since it was supposed to be a whole night of fun and partying, we did as we were asked.