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I gave his thigh another flick. “How old were you?”
“You should be clearer with your questioning.”
“You should—”
August raised an eyebrow. “I should what?”
I rolled my eyes. “Never mind. How old were you?”
“Twelve. It wasn’t long after my father died. I went through a reckless period. Discovering my immunity put paid to that.” August frowned. “Or maybe it didn’t. Maybe I just got reckless in other ways.” He jerked his chin to his cock. “Are you going to deal with that?”
I kissed the scar. Then I worked my way over the jut of his pelvic bone to his lower abdomen. Once there, I rested my chin on him. “I want to fuck you.”
“And I want to be fucked by you.”
I slid my chin over his skin, the slight sweatiness of it making the action easier. “We have nothing to use.”
“Don’t we?”
The amused note in August’s voice had me lifting my head and narrowing my eyes. “You brought lube, and you never mentioned it.”
One corner of his lips lifted in a lopsided smile. “You weren’t exactly the picture of horniness. Any sex we had was… Yeah…”
My silence said he was right without needing words. “Where is it?”
“On the bike.”
“Fuck!”
August pushed me off and swung his legs onto the floor.
“You’re naked,” I pointed out.
“So?”
“So… you probably shouldn’t go out there like that.”
He disappeared from the room. “I’ll take a weapon, and I don’t mean the one between my legs.”
The wait for his return stretched unbearably long. Long enough for worry to take root. I should have gone with him. I should always go with him if there was even the slightest hint of danger. The thought brought me up short. It sounded an awful lot like love. And with it came panic. Because what if I fell in love, only for him not to be here? It would be the ultimate irony. I leaned up on my elbows. “August?”
“Coming! And not in a good way.”
Relief slammed into me. Moments later he was back, shutting the door firmly behind him. He held up a small pot. “Lie back.”
I obeyed, August climbing onto the bed and straddling me. “I’m going to ride you.”
“Yeah?”
His smile was pure wickedness. “And you’re going to lie there like a good boy. You’re going to groan and tell me how good it is. And then you’re going to come again. Any objections?”
“None.”
August leaned forward and brushed his lips over mine, then followed with a sharp nip to my bottom lip that reminded me never to try to predict his next move. “Wise choice.”
He took an inordinate amount of time smoothing lube over my cock, the action passing way beyond stimulation to torture by the time he positioned himself over me. “Say please.”
“Please.” I was so entranced by this more dominant version of August that I would have said anything had he requested it. He eased down slowly, the eye contact between us making it ten times hotter. I ran my hands along his thighs, his skin silky and hot beneath my fingertips. Once he was fully seated, my hands rested on his hips, prepared to guide, encourage, and control the speed and angle.
