Page 108 of The Geography of Happiness

“Shut up.” I ran a finger through the heavy scruff along his jaw and pressed a kiss in place, the prickly sensation still fresh and exciting even eight months down the track. “It’s only Judah and Leroy I worry about.” I brushed the hair from Spencer’s lashes. “Those two are trouble.”

Another groan from Spencer, louder this time. “I see I’m gonna have to work through this inane conversation while I up my game.” He aligned our naked bodies, his cock thick and hard against mine.

“Argh,” I grunted. “I’ll admit that’s a good start.”

“Told you.” He kissed me softly. “And Morgan and Fox will keep the others well under control.” He kissed down my neck.

“I’m not so sure.” I slid my hand down his back, grabbing his arse and giving it a squeeze. “Until the day I die, I’ll never forget watching Leroy try to flip a sheep onto its back under Holden’s direction. I’ve never heard cursing like it. Fox almost pissed himself laughing.”

Spencer chuckled against my neck. “Until it was his turn. He’ll be wearing those bruises for days. Holden sneakily chose one of his wiliest ewes. Even I’ve had trouble with that old lady.”

“I knew it.” I pulled Spencer’s head up so I could kiss him more thoroughly. “The whole damn thing was rigged. And damn, if Judah and Abe weren’t the only ones to actually manage it.”

Spencer nibbled the lobe of my ear, sending fire to my balls. “Judah is a lot stronger than he looks.”

“Mmm.” I stretched my neck to the side so Spencer had better access and grumbled, “He’llneverlet us forget it, the smug bastard.”

Spencer chuckled. “Your own effort was stellar also, if a little misjudged.”

I scoffed. “You’re biased. Getting one leg off the ground doesn’t count.”

“I could kiss it better.”

I cupped his face in my hands and met those wicked eyes. “Notthatleg, you idiot.”

Spencer’s hand slid around my dick, his thumb brushing the slit. “But it feels so... swollen and... tense. A massage could relieve the stress, and I prescribe one immediately.” He squeezed and I drew a sharp breath. “I also call time on this conversation. I want your friends out of bed right this second.” He repeated the swipe manoeuvre thingy, and I swear I saw stars.

“Okay... deal. Fuck that feels good. Come here.” I hooked his top leg over mine, slid my hand between his thighs to cup his balls.

Spencer grunted, his teeth latching onto my neck, one of my many, many hot buttons he’d discovered over the months. Then again, maybe it was just Spencer. And maybe it was me too. I’d come a long way in six months, an eager and willing student in our bed, and Spencer’s misspent bachelor days had come with some excellent pluses in that regard. There weren’t too manytricks he’d missed along the way and I was down to learn all of them.

“Hey,” I protested as he flipped me onto my back before disappearing under the covers to swallow my delighted cock down his throat. All protest ceased. Instead, I threw the covers back so I could watch him work, thankful for the shiny new lock on Spencer’s bedroom door.

The sight of my dick shuttling in and out of Spencer’s mouth never ceased to fascinate me. It was my favourite thing and he knew it. I let him go for a bit and then laid a gentle hand on his head and he immediately rolled onto his back.

I scrambled to my knees, straddled his chest, and fed my cock deep into his mouth. He took it all, his eyes fixed on mine, so much love swimming in their depths it almost broke my concentration. He tried to pull me deeper, but I kept my rhythm. Spencer might love the feeling of me deep in his throat, butIloved those short, sharp jabs of pleasure at the shallower end. Compromise was a thing. Shallow, shallow, deep, until his face blew red, saliva dripped from his chin, his eyes glazed, and sweat ran from his brow in the ice-cold room. Until a burn started at the base of my spine and electricity thrummed through my body. Almost... almost?—

I grunted as he flipped me onto my back and shoved the lube into my hand. “I want to come on your cock.” He straddled my hips and smiled at my furrowed brow. “I’d prepped for last night until we zonked out, but I’m still good to go.” He winked and I couldn’t stop the grin that spread over my face.

“Well, all righty then.” I popped the lid on the lube and slid a set of slick fingers between his legs. “But we need to be fast.”

“Quick and dirty?” Spencer leaned down for a kiss. “Sign me up.”

The second our lips met, I slid the first finger into his arse. One quickly became two, but after a few thrusts, Spencer pulled himself free and shuffled into position.

I steadied my cock and frowned up at him. “Are you sure that’s enough?”

“Mmm, hmm.” His expression changed to one of intense concentration as he held my gaze and began to slowly sink down.

Tight heat engulfed my cock centimetre by centimetre—skin on skin and so fucking incredible, I still cried almost every damn time. It wasn’t our go-to. It wasn’t something we did on the regular, but I loved it just the same. We’d been with each other so long before the first time we did anal, tested and so sure of each other by then that any need for condoms was quickly dismissed. Now, I couldn’t imagine doing it any other way.

I hadn’t bottomed for Spencer and I honestly wasn’t sure it would ever be my thing, but he seemed not to care. He said he was happy with how things were and he didn’t give a fuck if I was never ready. When we were in the mood, he craved me inside him, and that’s all there was to it.

“I love you,” he whispered, leaning forward on his hands to brush his lips over mine. The change handed me control, giving me room to rock up into him as he focused on working his own cock. “So good,” he grunted softly into my open mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I whispered back, my dick pushing through the tight clench he had around my shaft. Almost there. Almost—a wave of heat unfurled in my belly and exploded in my heart, releasing a shuddering soft cry.

Spencer leaned back to watch me ride the pleasure, stroking faster until he spilled onto my belly with a muffled grunt and finished sprawled on top of me.

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