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“I enjoyed it,” he said quietly. Then he gave a soft laugh. “I mean, kind of. The guy I was with—he wasn’t that good.”

“How so?”

“It’s…” Nolan paused. “Kind of hard to explain, I guess? It was like he didn’t move much. Or at least, his dick didn’t move much.”

I glanced at him. “How did he manage that?”

“Fuck if I know. He’d basically get all the way in, and then sort of flop against me. Like his hips would be against my ass the whole time, so… I don’t even know what he was doing, but it didn’t work very well.”

I snorted and clapped a hand over my mouth. “I’m sorry. I’m just trying to picture…”

Nolan chuckled. “His barracks room had a mirrored closet door. We looked so fucking ridiculous.”

I let go of a laugh, and he joined in.

“Okay, well,” I said, still laughing, “I might not be porn star material, but I’m pretty sure I can do better than that.”

“Oh, I know.” He slid a hand over my thigh, dangerously close to my groin. “You don’t have to tell me you’ll fuck me right.”

I bit back a moan and tried to stay still in the seat, if only so I didn’t push my cock against his hand. “This is going to be the longest drive ever.”

Nolan squeezed my thigh and grinned. “It’s only five—” He glanced at the screen. “Four hours now.”

“Uh-huh. Four hours of keeping my hands to myself when I can’t stop thinking about fucking you.”

His breath hitched and his fingers twitched on my leg.

And I was right—it was the longest drive of my goddamned life.

Chapter 12

Nolan

Not a moment too soon, Riley pulled into the parking lot of our next hotel. While he stayed in the car in front of the office, I went inside to get our room keys. Somehow, I went through all the motions without making an ass of myself. Maybe that was how I kept from getting an untimely hard-on, too; I was struggling so much to concentrate on simple tasks like“sign here”and“enter your car’s make and model here”that the embarrassment kept my dick calm.

Keycards in hand, I got back in the car, and Riley parked it closer to the entrance we’d be using. He was about to turn off the engine but hesitated.

“Wait, before we go in…” Riley gestured across the street. “Do we need condoms?”

I gulped, glancing at the drug store he was indicating. “Um. Do we?” Excitement and nerves both fluttered in my stomach.

Are we really going to do this?

Riley fidgeted in the driver seat. “I mean, you’re the only one I’ve been with since before I moved in with you. And I always have medical run a full STI panel on my annual physical,which was like a month ago. So…” He half-shrugged. “I’ll wear a condom if you want me to, or we can skip it. Your call.”

Oh. Hell. He didn’t mean“do we need condoms so we can fuck?”He meant“yeah, we’re gonna fuck—are we using condoms or not?”

And… why was that turning me on more than it was making me nervous?

I swallowed. “I get the same panel every time. Last one was…” I thought about it. “December, I think. Might’ve been the end of November.” I didn’t want to spell out that he was the only man I’d touched in the better part of five years, so I left that part out. The rest was true, though.

“Okay, so we can go either way.” His forehead creased. “My tests are all clear, but it won’t hurt my feelings if you’d rather use condoms.” He paused. “Some people like them for easy cleanup anyway.”

“Do you prefer them?”

“I’ve never had sex without them,” he said quietly. “Not anal, I mean.”

“Oh. You haven’t?”

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