Page 78 of Resisting You

Renato yanked him hard enough to throw him off-balance, caught him, and pinned him to the wall. “Experienced.”

Frey’s smile widened. “Prove it.”

It took Renato only a moment to drag Frey out of the bathroom and fling him on the bed. He straddled him, pinning his hands above his head by the wrists, and he positioned himself so his cock was brushing against Frey’s. They both kicked, throbbing, wet between them as Renato rocked his hips.

Frey’s cheeks were darkening, his breathing getting heavy.

“Needy.” Renato kissed him and thrust his hips faster. “Greedy.” Frey moaned, and Renato caught the sound on his tongue. “Just look at you. Ready to shoot off, and I’ve barely touched you.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it,” Frey groaned, trying to rock against Renato, but he was pinned by Renato’s hips.

“No,” Renato chastised. “You take what I give you.”

Frey’s eyes rolled up, eyelids slamming shut. “Fuck. I’m going to come. You can’t say shit like that.”

“Like what? Like you’re only allowed to come when I say so.” He thrust faster. “That you have to take what I allow.”

Frey swore almost silently, his whole body pleading for release.

Renato was close, and he knew he needed Frey to come before he lost it. “I love seeing you like this. Love watching you fall apart beneath me. Just my dick touching yours is enough to get you off.”

Frey let out a high-pitched whine. “Please, please, please…”

Renato leaned in close and pressed down with his hips. Hard. “Come,” he said, then thrust rapidly. He felt the moment Frey broke, just before his come spilled, and in the slick wetness, Renato lost his own control.

His hips stuttered, and his vision went white as he let go. A moan caught in his chest, and he dropped his weight, releasing Frey’s hands so he didn’t crush him. Frey wrapped around him, legs hooked over Renato’s hips as he gave a few quick thrusts in the aftershocks. Renato’s cock was too sensitive, so he carefully moved away, kissing Frey as an apology before falling onto his side.

Frey pressed a hand to his chest and took in several deep breaths before he spoke again. “Jesus. Is it always going to be like this?”

Renato reached for Frey’s face, turning it just a little so he could look into his eyes. “No. Not always. But often enough.”

Frey smiled softly, then nestled close. “Can I be disgusting and let this come dry while I nap? I don’t think I can move.”

Renato just smiled and held him. He didn’t need more than this.

Chapter Twenty

Frey hadn’t expected to fully knock out after sex. It wasn’t nearly as intense as it had been in the past. They’d rubbed off on each other, except Renato had also talked him through his orgasm, which was something Frey would never get over.

It was like he knew exactly what Frey needed to hear, and never in his life had he thought words alone could get him off. But he was pretty sure he would have come from that, even if Renato hadn’t been rubbing his dick against Frey’s.

It wasn’t just the sex, though. Frey had been in a weird headspace since their last hookup at his house. He’d been in Renato’s home. He’d been in his bed—the one that he’d probably shared with his dead husband—and God, that was a weird thought. But it didn’t feel wrong.

It just felt like maybe Frey was encroaching on somewhere he wasn’t welcome. But it was all him. He knew that damn well. Renato hadn’t done anything to make him feel like he was unwanted, and that was something Frey needed to work on. He was used to his relationship hang-ups being the other person’s fault.

This was all him.

It might have been worse if he didn’t know what he wanted, but he did. He wanted this with Renato. He just needed to figure out a way to tell him that wouldn’t have him running for the hills. As good as Renato had been with Rex, he’d made it very clear his life plan had never included being a parent. And while Frey wanted to be the kind of guy who said I’m not looking for someone to raise my child, the reality was he’d never want to be with a man who couldn’t love his son like they were his own.

Stretching, Frey rolled over only to find the other side of the bed empty. His heart kicked up a notch, but when he stood up and glanced out of the window, he saw Renato’s car still parked in his driveway. It wasn’t a very charitable thought to the man who had only walked out on him once, but that was the sort of fuck-you Frey would have deserved.

Hell, Frey deserved a lot for tormenting Renato at work all this time. He still wasn’t convinced that all the shit that had gone wrong wasn’t Renato’s doing, but he wasn’t sure the man would keep lying to him. Renato definitely seemed like the sort to own up.

Grabbing his sweats, Frey stumbled around as he put one leg in, then the other. He checked his phone, but there were no emergency texts saying that Rex had broken his other collarbone, or maybe his leg, or God only knew what else. He debated about checking in, but he knew he was just stalling.

Renato had wanted to talk after dinner and sex. It was obvious something was on his mind. He’d been weird at work and was almost weirder now, and Frey was only slightly nervous.

He’d survive if Renato ended this, but it would hurt. A lot. More than he wanted to hurt.

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