Page 108 of Body Check

Dakota shivered at the thought, and he licked at a spot on Gavin’s shoulder, his hips rocking faster, taking Gavin deeper and he closed his mouth over the skin and began to suck. Gavin sighed softly, his grip tightening on Dakota’s hips.

This man …Dakota thought, head spinning when he finally lifted it to look at Gavin’s face. His eyes were still closed, mouth slack with need. Dakota sat upright, shifting to get his feet underhim, so he could reallymove. The noise Gavin made when he did made Dakota laugh, then clap a hand over Gavin’s mouth.

“My sister is down the hall,” Dakota hissed, but he couldn’t stop smiling, especially when Gavin’s eyelids flew open and amusement crinkled the corners. The light in his eyes made another bolt of heat go through Dakota and he lifted his hand away, bracing himself against Gavin’s chest.

Gavin bit his lip, muffling the noises he made, and this was suddenly so easy … so right. Dakota couldn’t remember the last time sex had been fun and a little silly and joy rose inside him.

Oh, ohthiswas what he’d been missing …

“Gavin,” he said with a quiet gasp. “I …”

But he didn’t know what he wanted or how to say it.

“I’ve got you,” Gavin murmured. He fumbled in the bedclothes for the lube and Dakota nearly cried out with relief at the feel of his big warm hand wrapped around his cock, his grip tight and slick.

Dakota had been so caught up in the feel of Gavin inside him that he hadn’t paid much attention to his dick, but the touch was so good. It made heat and need sizzle up Dakota’s spine, urging him to move faster over Gavin.

The bedframe began to creak a little, the headboard knocking against the wall, and Gavin laughed again, quietly joyous, and braced his free hand against the wall. His other hand was busy, twisting over Dakota’s cock with an expert rhythmic stroke that sucked all the breath from Dakota’s lungs.

“So close,” Dakota whispered, overwhelmed by the sensations racing through him and settling at the base of his spine.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” Gavin whispered. And maybe it was that or maybe it was the way Gavin’s cock grazed his prostate, but Dakota let out a cry he cut off by sinking his teeth into his lower lip.

Pleasure raced through Dakota until he clenched around Gavin’s cock and came. He came and came, rocked by it, overwhelmed by the tight, expert grip of Gavin’s fist.

When the orgasm was over, Dakota collapsed, dimly aware of his thighs aching as he shifted to rest on his knees again. Gavin’s skin was sweaty against his own and Dakota suddenly realized Gavin was still hard inside him, hips twitching with imperceptible shifts, like he was fighting back the urge to shove up into Dakota.

“Yeah,” Dakota said, grinding their hips together, shivering at the way Gavin’s cock pressed against that sensitive spot inside him. He was going to feel this tomorrow, wasn’t he? “Yeah, come on, Gavin,” Dakota urged. “I can take it.”

Gavin’s grip tightened on his hips and he fucked up into him, a few short, hard thrusts that made Dakota gasp and writhe over him. And then Gavin went still, body shaking as he emptied into the condom.

The soft, surprised noise Gavin made as he came made Dakota smile and he buried his head in the crook of Gavin’s neck and lay there a moment, breathing him in.

He … he’d missed this. It was only one of many positions but it was one that had become so fraught and tangled up in the hurt from his past that he’d closed himself off in every way.

It was different with Gavin though, wasn’t it?

He wasn’t perfect, of course he wasn’t, but he was a good man. He was trying.

Dakota hugged him tighter.

“Sweetheart …” Gavin whispered tenderly, stroking a hand up and down Dakota’s sweaty spine and damn, Dakota didn’t hate the sound of that nickname at all now.

He smiled, pressing his lips to Gavin’s neck, tasting the burst of salt against his tongue once again, though for very different reasons this time.

“Was it good for you?” Gavin whispered eventually, shifting them onto their sides. He brushed Dakota’s hair out of his eyes, studying his face intently.

“Yes,” Dakota said simply, because he didn’t have any other words.

For now, that was enough.

Gavin awoke to the sound of a baby crying.

For a moment, he was deeply disoriented. And then someone stirred beside him, muttering something too muffled to hear, and Gavin remembered he’d spent the night with Dakota.

He smiled, pulling his warm body closer, hoping they’d both be able to fall back asleep. Dakota sighed, pressing a sloppy kiss to his bicep.

“Mama, Mama!” Another little voice piped up. “It’s Cwistmas!”

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