Page 91 of Blood on Ice

Vito glared at me. “Do you think you’re taking control today?”

“For now. If you want a chance to fuck me, you’re going to have to do what I say.”

“Zeke.”

“Relax. I want this, but I don’t want to hurt you. Please promise me you won’t do anything to injure your arm more. It’s going to take long enough for it to heal as it is, I don’t need to listen to you whine about the sling for even longer.”

“Asshole.”

“You love me.”

“Yes, I fucking do.”

I undid his jeans and pushed them down, taking time to cup his ass cheeks and tease my fingers into his crack.

“If you don’t want me to take over, you better get on with this,” he said.

I just rolled my eyes and finished shoving his pants and boxers to the floor. He toed out of his shoes and stepped free of his pants. I pulled off his socks, then rose back to my feet.

“Go and lay down on the bed. I want you to rest your arm by your head, and I expect you to keep it still.”

“I’ll get you back for this.”

“I have no doubt you will, and I’ll enjoy that very much, but right now you’re going to do what I say.”

Despite his protest, Vito’s cock was hard, and precum dripped from the tip. After scowling at me for another moment, he did as he was told. I moved around the side of the bed, took a pillow, and placed it under his arm. “How does that feel?”

“It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“I want you to be more than fine. I want you happy, and I want your arm as comfortable as it can be.”

“In a few minutes, I’m not even going to feel it. Once you’re riding my cock, you could probably cut it off and I wouldn’t know.”

I scowled at him. “Vito.”

“My arm is comfortable. Thank you.”

“You’re fucking welcome.”

“Good. Now get your damn clothes off.”

“I’m working on it.”

As he watched, Vito said, “I can’t believe you left the tracker in your jacket.”

“After everything that happened, I’m not sure I’ll ever take it out, and I think you should have one too. What made you decide to wear my jacket?”

“It smelled like you. I already missed you, even though we’d only been apart for a little while.”

I grinned. “You’re so cute.”

“Shut up.”

I pulled my T-shirt over my head and quickly got out of my sweatpants. Once I was fully naked, I climbed on the bed, positioning myself between his legs.

He smiled up at me. “You mentioned riding my cock.”

“And you’d like me to get on with that?”

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