Page 26 of Protecting his Heart

Owen moaned, his hips frantically trying to reach for that second release. Evan pushed himself to sit upright with his good hand, stilling Owen’s movements for a moment. His hand rested against Owen’s lower back, encouraging him into the motion he wanted, and Owen slid his arms around Evan’s neck, Owen’s cock between their bodies.

He bit Owen’s earlobe. “Would you want your cock in my tight ass? My virgin hole? Or would you prefer me to wreck yours for anyone else? To make sure no one else could give you what I can? Is that what it would take?” He bit him again, and Owen buried his face in Evan’s neck as his ass clenched around him again, his orgasm barrelling through his sensitive body.

Then Evan followed him, the contractions too beautiful for him to ignore this time. He tightened his hold on Owen, his teeth finding purchase on his neck, and let himself go.

They both trembled, and Evan’s head spun. Without letting go of Owen, he dropped to his back, being careful his injured armwas out of the way, and shivered when tremors flowed through him.

“Holy fuck,” Owen breathed.

Evan chuckled. “You took my words.”

His cock slid free of Owen’s body, and he groaned, but he rolled Owen to the side, and slid off the bed. “On your stomach.” Owen obeyed without question, though his movements were sluggish. “Bend your knees to the sides.”

He studied Owen’s pucker, watching the come leaking from it, and he lapped it with his tongue, stuffing it back in again. Owen writhed and moaned but didn’t stop him although he must’ve been sore.

“Next time, I’m tying you up and seeing how much more you can take before you have no choice but to disobey me.”

Owen’s hole clenched, and Evan shoved his tongue inside him one more time before slapping his ass and standing. He grabbed a cloth from the bathroom and wet it, cleaning Owen’s body, even as he wanted to keep it all inside him.

“Hmm, I’m also going to get a plug. You’ll be able to keep my come in your ass all day,” he growled.

“Fucking hell,” Owen groaned. “You’re going to destroy me.”

Evan slid up the bed, resting beside him. “And put you back together again. Each and every time,” he promised.

Owen slammed their mouths together, their tongues tangling until Evan softened it. Their lips sipped at each other, and then Evan pulled back. “Time for bed.”

They turned out the light and rearranged themselves on the pillows, Owen’s head on Evan’s chest, their arms holding tightly, though Evan kept his bandaged one to the side. Evan listened to Owen’s breathing, knowing he wasn’t falling asleep.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Owen said nothing for the moment. “I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“That I’m not enough for you. That what happened will come between us again.”

Evan exhaled heavily. “I know. I’m scared of that, too. But the only answer I have is that we need to take it one day at a time. Talk to each other if there are problems. Stay on the same page as much as possible.”

“Okay.”

Evan stayed awake for a long time after that, even after Owen had fallen asleep, wondering if their relationship—and by extension of that, their friendship—would survive. He had to take his own advice. Communication was key.

But four days later, he was gritting his teeth as Owen opened another parcel from hisadmirer. The calendar had been wrapped in gold paper with a blue bow on top and had, yet again, been left on the doorstep. Owen’s smile was radiant because it was a coffee calendar, though why he was so excited about pictures of coffee, Evan didn’t understand. Drinking it was so much better. The note was weird:With your love of coffee, I thought you might like something to brighten your day. A picture of coffee for every month of the YEAR. Enjoy.

Evan frowned at it. “Why is the word capitalised at the end of a sentence? And what’s with this number two?”

Owen shrugged, flipping through the calendar. “Don’t know. This is awesome, though. It also tells you how to make certain drinks. I might have to try some of them.”

Evan grumbled and headed for the kitchen, needing more coffee. “Don’t take too long admiring it, you’ll be late for work,” he called.

Arms slid around his waist, making him jump. “Don’t be grumpy. It’s just a gift. I won’t be leaving you for someone else. When they eventually tell me who they are, I’ll turn them down with a thank you but no thank you. You’re all I need.”

Slightly mollified by those words, he turned in the circle of his arms and cupped Owen’s jaw. “I’m glad because I don’t think I could be without you again.”

Owen’s eyes glistened. “Me either.”

“Meneither,” Evan corrected.

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