Page 57 of In Step

I ignored the swell of something unmentionable in my chest and focused on the slinking approach of Tank with Bossy hot on his heels. “Incoming.”

Abe peered over my shoulder. “There’s room.”

Tank shot me a look that clearly said, “So, fuck you,”and curled in a ball close to my head while Bossy settled for Abe’s feet.

Abe dropped his head back to the pillow, his breath hot on my neck, closely followed by his lips as he trailed kisses up into my hair and then back down my neck. “You smell really good. Likereallygood.”

“Hey, that tickles.” I shucked my shoulders. “And FYI, I’m still dripping lube.”

His hand left my waist to investigate. “Hmm.” He kissed my neck while sliding a finger inside and my body jumped to attention. “It’s like my own private slippy slide, hot and wet and so fucking tight.”

I groaned and pushed my hips back as his mouth found the slope of my shoulder and began working its way up.

“Your mouth and fingers should be bloody illegal,” I murmured, rocking back and forth to get him deeper.

“I can’t help it. You’re too tempting.” He kissed and nibbled at my ear, his free hand finding my nipples and tweaking them gently.

And goddamn, if my dick wasn’t filling again. “I can’t believe I have another one in me,” I moaned, drawing my knees up so he could really go to town.

“Really? Impressive. Let’s not waste it.” He added another finger, catching my prostate to fire an electric zing through my balls.

“Oh god, don’t stop.” I grabbed my cock, stroking hard as he mouthed and nipped and laved at that tender, sensitive spot behind my ear while still finger fucking my hole and tweaking my nipples. Before I knew it, the rising tide of sensations crashed through me, and I came with a strangled cry.

He wrapped me tight, his fingers gliding in and out of my twitching arse, slower and slower, until my body fell to jelly.

“That’s it. I’m officially dead. Send flowers.”

“Does that mean I can take my fingers out of your arse?”

I thought about it. “Nope. You can’t. I like the feeling.” I wriggled my butt. “Although maybe we can drop one.”

He snorted but did as I said, massaging the rim as the muscle re-shaped itself.

“And goddamn this cat.” I blew Tank’s fur out of my nose. “He stealthed my pillow.”

Abe grinned against my back. “How’s the weight-loss effort going?”

“A few grams in the right direction, although I think he mostly burned that in pissy irritation. I’m telling you, the look he sends when he sniffs that diet kibble could strip paint. Okay, I’m done. Out.” I clenched around his finger a couple of times to make my point.

He laughed. “It’s almost like morse code.” He grabbed his shirt from the floor and cleaned us both before flinging it across the room and scaring the shit out of Bossy in the process.

“I’ll wash it with my stuff tomorrow if you like?” I offered.

“Not gonna argue.”

I rolled over and drew him into a soft kiss. “I like you, Abraham Tyler.”

He smiled and tucked my hair behind my ears. “I like you too, Kane Martin. But no haircuts before I leave.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I think you have some weird fetish thing going on with my hair.”

“I absolutely do,” he said with a smile, twirling a lock around his fingers. “And I have big plans for it next time. Think, all over my arse and between my thighs, and... more, a lot more. If that’s okay with you?”

I drew a shaky breath. “Does that mean you want to do this again?”

He smiled. “And again. If you’re in?”

Over my head. Way, way over my head.I nodded. “I’m in.” I ran my fingers through the soft hair on his chest. “So, how was your day, dear?”

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