Page 90 of Rival for Rent

He grinned broadly, and I couldn’t help laughing.

I used my fingers first, of course. One, then two, then three, as Kai demandedmore, now, more. I was happy to oblige. It had only been a few days, but I meant it when I said it had been too long. Now that I knew how good he felt—and how good I could make him feel—there was nothing I wanted to do more.

So once I was sure he was prepped enough, I coated my cock in oil, brought it to his entrance, and pushed it in to the hilt. Kai’s moan became a groan, and he fell down onto his elbows, his head hanging low.

“You’re so big.”

“And you’ve got such a tight little hole.”

“It’s yours. It’s yours as long as you want it.”

“How about forever?”

The last time we’d had sex—the first time—Kai had been so gentle. But I didn’t want to be gentle tonight, and neither did he. I began to fuck him, and he slid back to meet my thrusts. My chest ached, but I didn’t care. I gripped his hip with one hand and slid in and out of him, our bodies working together.

He dropped a hand to stroke himself, and I knew I needed to touch him there too. I wanted to jerk him off with my cock inside him, giving him as much pleasure as possible. He writhed underneath me, his voice getting steadily higher.

Yes, yes, oh god, please, yes, fuck, Mason, fuck.

The words came out in a torrent as he panted for breath, and suddenly, he was coming. His ass clenched around my cock, and it was enough to push me over the edge. I came too, releasingdeep inside him. Knowing we weren’t using condoms, that I was filling him up, made it even sweeter. I wanted him to have a part of me inside him at all times. Wanted to leave my scent on him. Wanted the world to know he was mine.

I finally stopped moving, bracing myself against the counter top, closing my eyes and resting my chin on the back of his head. My chest heaved. Sweat covered both of us. The ache in my chest was even stronger, but I didn’t care. I wanted to stay like that forever, basking in the afterglow.

“Before you pull out,” Kai said, “I want your promise that you’re not going to go all weird and panicky on me now and try to push me away again.”

I laughed. “Or what? You’ll hold my dick hostage?”

“Don’t think I won’t try it.” He wiggled his ass from side-to-side.

“I won’t go all weird and panicky. Or at least, I promise I’ll try not to.” Something tight in my chest unknotted at those words.

“And do you promise that if you start feeling that way, you’lltalkto me, instead of trying to make decisions for me, for my own good?”

“Just how many demands do you have?” I asked, still laughing, still riding the high of my orgasm.

“As many as it takes to keep you with me.”

“I promise I’ll talk to you.”

“And you’ll respect my right to make my own decisions?”

“And that. Unless your decisions involve going outside with a knife in the middle of the night again. Because you really should have come and talked tomeabout that.”

“Fiiiiine.” He stretched the word out like it was a huge imposition, but I knew he was joking. “I promise not to do anything like that again.”

“Good.” I kissed the back of his neck. “Then let’s clean up down here and go back to bed.”

He grinned over his shoulder. “I like the sound of that.”

20

KAI

Iwoke up the next morning to Mason sleeping in bed with me, and it was wonderful. He was still asleep—wonder of wonders. Usually, he got up earlier than I did. But it was nice, getting the opportunity to study him as he dozed.

He lay on his back, his blond hair splayed out across the pillow. The furrow between his eyes was gone, and he looked peaceful in a way I’d never seen before.

I wanted him to feel that way all the time. He’d done so much for me, and I was prepared to spend the rest of my life showing him the version of himself I saw. The version I knew was the true Mason—not the fucked-up self-image he carried around in his head.

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