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“Fine. I want you to move to be with me. I need you by my side, and if forced, I guess I could try life in Oregon.”

“This is a big commitment. It doesn’t scare you anymore?”

“No. I love you, and I know that now.”

“You love me?”

Woodley nearly fell off the bed. He looked shocked that those words had passed Harris’s lips and that the world might end.

“Of course I do.”

Harris answered honestly and had a moment’s hesitation until a smile broke out on Woodley’s face.

“Good, because I plan on sticking around. It’ll take a hell of a lot to make me return to Oregon.”

Harris pushed Woodley back onto the mattress and hovered over him. This man quickly turned into his everything, and Harris had no intention of fighting it.

“It’s decided then. When we return to Fire Lake, we’ll find a place to live together.”

“Sounds perfect,” Woodley said. “Now, if you’re done talking, can we get down to the more important stuff?”

“More important?”

“Yeah. Your dick in my ass.”

“Hell yeah.”

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Woodley

Woodley melted into Harris’s possessive, commanding touch when he dove in for a kiss. He and Harris were equals, but when it came to what they preferred in a sexual partner, each had their own needs.

For Harris, it was control. For him, control was the last thing he desired. Woodley’s entire life had been built on maintaining control in his detective work and chasing down the Noah Group.

With Harris, he relinquished that control for the first time in his life and had never experienced such intense pleasure before. Every touch felt freeing as he let himself enjoy and not get hung up on the details. As Harris’s strong arms wrapped around him, Woodley basked in how perfectly their bodies fit together.

He didn’t tell Harris that he loved him, and he wasn’t sure why not. He felt the emotion as strongly as his lover, but some part of him still held back. Surely, his never-ending fear that everyone he loved died played a large part of his reticence.

It was fortunate that they were both already naked because things were progressing at light speed. They went from kissing and exploring each other’s bodies to Harris stretching Woodley and pegging his prostate with every thrust of his fingers, driving him closer to coming. At the last possible moment, Harris pulled his fingers out, rolled a condom down his thick cock, added more lube, and lined up.

“Ready?” Harris asked.

“Hell, yes.”

With a grin, Harris thrust forward and drove into Woodley’s waiting hole, filling him and making him moan for more. He let himself go to the sensations, never once questioning whether this was right because he already knew. There’d be no more questions, only them together without compromise. Exactly what Woodley wanted and needed most in his chaotic life.

“God, you feel good wrapped around me,” Harris growled, his words sending shots of excitement through Woodley’s overheated body.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” Woodley said, and with a calculated shift, he rolled Harris over onto his back and rode that big cock for all it was worth.

Harris’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Woodley pistoned up and down faster and faster until he couldn’t hold his orgasm back and sprayed his release across Harris’s stomach. Harris gripped Woodley’s hips, flipped him over, and retook control, leaving Woodley helpless as his lover slammed into him until he roared his own release and collapsed onto Woodley’s back.

The only sound in the room was their heaving breaths as they fought for air after such a rigorous lovemaking session. Slowly, Harris slid his body to the side and gathered Woodley into his arms after taking care of the condom.

“Holy shit, you’re going to kill me,” Harris said.

“Can’t think of a better way to go.” Woodley laughed.

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