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After we dried off, I took his hand and led him to our bed, sliding in behind him, pulling him into my arms. I sighed against the back of his hair, falling into a deep sleep moments later.

MIGUEL

When I opened my eyes in the dawning light, it took me a minute to figure out why I only had partial vision in the right one. I touched the skin under my eye and groaned, as memories of what had happened the day before came rushing in. I lay still, taking in the sounds of birds in the garden outside our bedroom window. Spring was finally here, and the nights were warm enough to sleep with a light comforter instead of the mass of blankets Raven liked to pile on the bed when it got cold. Right now, though, I was pretty sure I was overheated from the warm body plastered to my back. A wave of desire flooded through me. It felt like an eternity since I’d been inside Raven and I missed him, evidenced by my swollen cock. I reached down and wrapped my hand around it, giving myself a couple of strokes before rolling to my back.

Raven shifted in the bed, and I watched him. He was pursing his lips. His long lashes framed his closed eyes, so I took a few minutes to just stare at him. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. I thought back to the first time I’d seen him at the Capitol Records building, the day I’d gone to collect Lyle Trench and secure my bounty. Running into Raven six months ago had changed my life in ways I never would have imagined. His kindness, his fierce protective streak for anyone he loved, and his gentle or not so gentle touches when we lay entwined together in bed, were everything I could have ever wanted in a man. Raven was my whole heart.

Today was going to bring challenges. I knew we had things to do and a new recovery contract to find Leopard’s diamond pin. Now, though, I had different ideas. I leaned over and reached beneath the sheet, sliding my hand down his belly to the thatch of hair that always turned me on. I took his flaccid cock into my hand, stroking it gently so I didn’t wake him. I wanted him hard and needy when he actuallydidopen his eyes. He moaned in his sleep, wiggling in the sheets as he began to harden. I smiled. I seemed to do that a lot in his presence. Scooting down the bed, I ducked under the sheet and found my prize.

I opened my mouth and closed over the wide head, sliding it just inside where I trapped it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. After a minute or so, he spread his legs. Groaning above me, he moved his hand just far enough to take hold of the sheet and pull it back. The fresh air was a revelation as I glanced up at him.

“Miguel,” he said in a gravelly voice.

I hummed around the head, sucking him deeper, sliding down to take the shaft into my mouth. Swallowing around the head, I couldn’t even take half inside but gave it my best effort. I knew I was good at this; enough guys who’d been in my bed had told me so, but there was something infinitely different about the one here now. I wanted to be the best because I loved him. Reaching for his balls, I took them in one hand while the other held his shaft.

I began to suck him in earnest as his hands landed in my hair where they always did when I sucked him off. I wanted to give him pleasure, feel him give me everything he had. Rolling his balls, I dragged a guttural sound out of him, knowing that he loved the pleasure when I squeezed him just a little. I didn’t know whether it was the dominance he always craved, or the way he felt like there was no way to get away until I let go. I suspected it was a little of both.

He adored it when I held him down and fucked him hard. I’d learned months ago that he liked a little dominance in bed or out of it. The day I’d pinned his hands against a door and fucked him up against it after nearly being shot by security guards at the Getty, was still big-time fantasy material for me. Psychologists would probably say it had something to do with escaping death and taking it out on a willing partner who was also the man I loved. I let his cock slide from my mouth as an idea came to mind.

“Miguel!” he gasped, whimpering at the loss of my mouth.

“One second, baby. Let me just—”

I reversed on the bed, throwing a leg over him, so that he was at my groin, and leaned down to take him back into my mouth.

“You have the best ideas,” he said, blowing hot air against my cock before wrapping his fingers around it, and guiding it to his mouth. In seconds, I was sucked inside, tingles shooting down my spine. There was just something so hot about sixty-nine, especially when I was on top. I loved a cock in my mouth. No messy clean up, no inequity in pleasure, just the simple act of sucking each other off, and coming down each other’s throats. I bobbed my head at his groin as I thrust into his mouth, loving the pressure of his lips around me, the suction he always managed to give me at this angle.

Doing this to him was incredibly sexy. Having it done to me was even better.

He began to thrust his hips, lifting them up off the bed as I sucked him harder. He squeezed my balls, rolling my nuts in his hand, and the tingling sensation of my rapidly approaching orgasm began in my lower back. I pushed in deep, sucked harder, and Raven reciprocated.

I heard him moan, felt his shaft swell between my lips. He was close, but so was I. I was going to empty my balls down his throat in seconds. Fucking down into his mouth, I pulled out, shoving deeper, knowing I might very well be cutting off his oxygen but he wasn’t protesting. I had no other care in the world aside from getting off with my boyfriend as heat flooded my veins, racing through me. I sucked hard, knowing how close I was, feeling the pain in my bruised cheek as his thrusting into my mouth became choppy. Forcing any thoughts of discomfort away, I heard him shout around my cock.

A second later, he was coming and as the first spray of his release shot onto my tongue, my own climax hit. I sucked and swallowed for long seconds as he did the same, emptying his balls into my mouth. Thirty seconds after his climax began, I swallowed the last of his load and felt myself relax as he let my cock slip out of his mouth.

He nuzzled his nose into my groin, taking a deep inhale of my freshly washed pubes before I felt hot breath whoosh out of him and his body relax. I lifted my head, letting his cock slide from my mouth, then rested my forehead against his inner thigh as I tried to regulate my breathing and the rapid tattoo of my heart. I rolled to my back a minute later, reversing on the bed, and pulling him into my arms.

His mouth was on mine moments later, his kisses languid, his tongue tasting of my own release. I knew he could taste me too, and there was something about knowing that which made me happier than I had a right to. I was sure there was something very primal about the way men felt when they’d sucked each other off and for a fleeting moment, I pictured cavemen going at each other. The very thought of the segue made me chuckle against his lips, and he pulled away, looking at me with glittering eyes in the early morning light filtering through the blinds.

“What’s so funny?” he asked with a smile playing around his lips.

“I was just picturing cavemen doing sixty-nine,” I said, laughing out loud. The stretch of facial muscles and the way I could barely see him out of my right eye, sobered me immediately, reminding me I probably resembled Frankenstein’s monster this morning. I lifted my hand, touching my cheek, and wincing.

Predictably, Raven instantly frowned and propped his head in one hand, checking me out. “Oh, baby, you poor thing. You’re so bruised and look at your eye.”

“Does it look as terrible as I think it does?” I was worried that I couldn’t work if it looked as bad as it felt. “I’ve gotta work today.”

He cocked his head to one side, furrowing his brows. He reached up and brushed featherlight fingers over my forehead. “I’m not so sure you shouldn’t take the day off, Miguel.”

I frowned. “Raven, I’ve got to work. We’ve got a new recovery.”

He eyed me critically. “Okay, I think if we covered these little scabs with some makeup and you didn’t shave, it’d be fine. You could wear dark glasses to cover the swelling in your eye, but that’s not what worries me. Your eye is really red. I mean, it’s better than yesterday, but even in this low light, I can see how red it is, Miguel.”

“It just stings a little. Look…I won’t overexert myself. I promise, Raven.”

“Why don’t we wait and see what the doctor says.”

I groaned long and loud. “Ah, come on, Raven. I don’t need to see a doctor.” The very idea of sitting in the emergency room gave me anxiety. I hated hospitals.

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