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Gavin stepped into the tub before he sank down behind Stryker. Again, he was going to have to give River credit for thishuge tub where they both fit. He pulled Stryker back to lean against his chest.

Stryker snorted. “Never shared a bath with someone before. It’s…nice.”

It was. He ran his hand down the center of Stryker’s chest. “And I like being able to touch you.”

Stryker placed his hands on Gavin’s thighs. “I get to touch you too.”

“All you want,” Gavin said. He had never been in the tub with another person before either. This felt right though. Perfect. He cupped some of the water to drip it over one of Stryker’s nipples.

Stryker gasped, his fingers tightening on Gavin’s flesh, all while pushing back against Gavin’s quickly growing dick.

Maybe he should have looked at making baths sexy before.

Gavin did it again. This time allowing his fingers to brush over Stryker’s pert nub.

The boy shook for him.

Gavin really liked that. Lowering his head, Gavin sucked on the back of Stryker’s neck.

“Gavin.” Stryker moaned out his name.

“Maybe I need to help you work up an appetite,” Gavin teased. He nipped at the bruised skin.

“I…” Stryker panted. “Whatever you want.”

That was right. Gavin was in charge and the sooner that Stryker accepted that, the easier it would be to keep him close.

Chapter Six

Stryker

He was fucked out.

Literally.

Rolling over in Gavin’s big comfortable bed, Stryker’s entire body was sore and humming with leftover pleasure. Had Gavin gotten six or was it seven orgasms out of him? Stryker didn’t even know. He did know that he was not pleased waking up alone in bed. He’d thought better of Gavin.

He sat up, letting the soft blanket pool in his lap. He peered around the room, stopping his gaze on the open laptop.

Things looked different from this angle.

The room appeared larger. More open. Decorated in soft blues and greens, the space had a warm and welcoming feeling. Stryker quite liked it. He’d like it a whole lot better if the man he’d been watching in that very room was actually there with him.

Wait! Was that bacon?

Stryker grinned.

He totally smelled bacon.

The bedroom door opened and Gavin walked in, carrying a tray. “Awake?”

“I could be,” Stryker quipped, “if that’s coffee and bacon.”

“Eggs, pancakes, bacon, and orange juice,” Gavin said.

“No coffee?”

“No.”

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