Page 90 of Out of Control

“Thanks for knocking out those lights back there. And for finding the cameras.”

Spencer grinned. “I like fucking you.”

Drago snorted but smiled back. “The feeling’s mutual.”

Spencer reached out and briefly grabbed the back of his neck. “I’ll always have your back. You’re my guy.”

They didn’t have the time for it, but he stepped close and grabbed Spencer’s nape in turn. They kissed hard and fast.

Yeah. That.

“Let’s blow this Popsicle stand,” Spencer murmured against his lips.

“You’re such a Goody Two-Shoes.”

“And you love it,” Spencer retorted.

More than you know.

But he kept the thought to himself as they took off running into the night.

IT WASnearly dawn before they cleared their tails of any possible surveillance and hiked halfway across the city to their hidey-hole. But finally Spencer followed Drago into the little room, and he set down the bag of gear and rolled his shoulders in relief.

“Need a back rub?” Drago murmured.

“I’d love one.”

“Then strip and assume the position. Facedown on the bed, if you please.”

He definitely pleased. Drago turned out the light, and darkness fell around them. Spencer stretched out flat and smiled into the bend of his elbow as Drago straddled his hips, as naked as he was.

Drago gave him a back massage and, interestingly enough, nothing more. The man’s hands were strong and sure and clearly knew the musculature of Spencer’s back intimately, for he hit every sore spot unerringly.

Eventually, relaxed and feeling great, Spencer rolled over beneath Drago. He reached for Drago’s thighs, resting in the bends of his hips in the dark. “May I return the favor?”

Drago shifted, stretching out beside him. Spencer lifted himself on an elbow and laid his hand on Drago’s face. Even the razor stubble beneath his palm felt good.

“I love everything about you,” he murmured.

Drago froze against him. “Do you mean that?”

It was his turn to freeze. It was right there. An opportunity to declare his feelings for this man. But the old fear of exposure was there too, shouting at him to shut up and stilling his tongue. He settled for mumbling, “Yeah. You’re awesome.”

Not a denial, but certainly not a declaration of true love.

Drago started to roll away.

Dammit. Spencer didn’t blame the guy. He reached out quickly, draping an arm across his lover’s shoulders, stopping him from turning away. Inviting him to come back.

Drago was still for a moment.

Spencer heard a sigh. And then Drago turned back.

There were no words between them tonight. He spoke with his body, trying to convey how much he cared for Drago, how important Dray was to him. They made out slowly. Gently, even. They traded kisses and caresses, their legs tangled together as they lay face-to-face.

It had been a long night, and neither one of them seemed up for a sex marathon. Spencer reached for Drago’s erection, and Drago did the same. Their hands moving in unison, they stroked each other into hard excitement.

Spencer pushed upright and shifted position, reversing himself until he knelt beside Drago, facing his feet. He bent down and took Drago’s cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the broad, salty tip, savoring the musk he knew so well. He would never get enough of this man.

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