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Patrick climbs onto my bed and slides under the covers.

“My phone was in my pants pocket. Do me a favor and set an alarm for six. I’ll need to swing by the hotel and change in the morning.”

He rolls to his side, turning away from me, but at least he’s in my bed.

Chapter 24

Patrick

Waking up next to Cain is not something I’ve ever done. Either he fled, or I was ordered to leave every time we were together in the past. His warm body and familiar scent wrapped around me are intoxicating, and I hate how much my body responds.

His arm is thrown over my torso, but leaves briefly to smack the alarm, bringing silence to the room, before the weight of it lands on my ribs once again, his fingers flexing into my pec.

“We literally just went to bed,” he whines.

“Look on the bright side; today’s Friday,” I remind him.

“Mmm,” he hums noncommittally, burying his face between my shoulder blades.

I feel the vibration in my back. Without making a conscious decision to do it, my ass moves back an inch, and I bump into Cain’s morning wood.

“Do that again, and I’ll take it as an invitation,” he mumbles with his lips against my skin.

I shift again, daring him, begging him, stupidly inviting him in.

Suddenly, his heat is gone from my back, and the covers are gone from my body. I hear him pump the bottle on his nightstand one time, and then he’s back.

“Stay on your side, and slide your top leg forward,” Cain instructs, encouraging me to give him better access.

I do as he asks and am rewarded when his fingers begin probing my ass a second later.

“Can I fuck you again?”

I’m not sure Cain has ever asked.

Seems like we’re having all kinds of firsts lately.

“Please.”

“You’re so fucking good for me, Kitten,” he purrs, making my back arch even more. “I’m going to give this ass what it needs.”

“You always do,” I groan into the pillow as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.

“Just think how agreeable I’ll be at our meeting later today, knowing my cum is still seeping from your hole.”

“Jesus, Cain.”

He lines himself up and eases in like we have all the time in the world. As soon as he seeks entry, my body grants it to him. His hand is splayed across my stomach as he thrusts into me on his side.

It’s quick this morning. It has to be, but it also feels like maybe Cain wishes he could drag it out.

Or maybe that’s my own wishful thinking.

“I’m gonna come, Patrick. Need you there.”

As soon as his cockhead swells in my ass, I hit the on-ramp hard and fast. It only takes a couple of strokes of my hand before I’m making a mess all over his sheets.

Cain groans and grunts behind me before falling silent.