Page 301 of Labor of Love

He huffed, finally getting the key twisted. The lock clicked, and he stepped forward, pushing the door open. I stepped with him, and as soon as we cleared the threshold, he spun, pressing me back against the door until it closed with a loud click.

“It’s leaking out of my ass. I don’t know how you make me so goddamn wet before you’ve even touched me.” His words ghosted over my lips before he slotted his mouth against mine.

A groan ripped out of me. I clamped my hands onto his hips, pulling him closer while I ground forward, letting him feel how rock-hard I was for him. “It’s not just you, sweetheart.”

Micah smiled into our next kiss, the only indication the endearment pleased him. I was glad because I didn’t think Icould hold them in. When we were together like this was the only time I could let the filter drop, using my body and some of my words to show him how much I wanted him.

“Come on,” Micah said, moving to kiss along the line of my jaw. “Bedroom.”

“I’m right behind you, baby.”

He kissed me one more time. Then, smirk firmly in place, he pushed away from the door, grabbing my hand to lead me further into the apartment. Not that I needed the guidance or that there was any chance in hell I wouldn’t follow him. There was no walking away for me. Only Micah and his mouth-watering scent.

“You with me, big guy?”

I huffed a laugh, picking up my pace and reaching forward with my free hand to pinch his ass. “Always.”

Micah ducked his head with a shake, the dim light of the apartment barely letting me catch his grin. We hadn’t bothered to turn on any lights so the intermittent glow from the security lights outside lit our way down the short hallway to his bedroom.

Once we were inside, Micah let go of my hand and stripped off his shirt on his way to the bed. He clicked on the bedside lamp and tossed his shirt toward the hamper.

I stopped a few feet back just to stare. Micah was magnificent. Always had been. Even fresh-faced in the academy and lacking the thirty or so pounds of muscle he’d packed on in the last few years. He liked to call me the big one because I was taller than him, but really, he had me beat in the muscle department.

Broad shoulders narrowed to a tight waist before flaring out again with an ass and thighs that were proof he never skipped leg day. All covered in miles of golden skin.

Beautiful. There really wasn’t another word for him.

“You just gonna stare?”

”You know I could.”

That sweet smile pulled at his lips again. “Some other time, huh? I need your knot, Alpha.”

Fuck. My nostrils flared. We almost never referred to each other by our secondary genders because they honestly didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things.

“You’ve got me.” I stalked forward, watching him shuck off his pants. He sat on the bed to remove his socks and shoes. I did the same, trying to calm my heart rate. I didn’t want to pop my knot the minute I got inside him, but fuck, it was going to be close. He smelled so goddamn good.

Micah scooted backward on the bed, laying his head on the pillows and spreading his legs.

I got with the program and started getting rid of my own clothes, not really caring where they landed. Once I was as naked as he was, I crawled up from the foot of the bed, keeping my gaze on his.

When I reached him, I skimmed my nose over his knee and up his thigh, sucking in greedy lungfuls of the heat scent pouring off him. He was soaking wet now. I could smell it and see the gleam of slick where it had leaked down onto his inner thighs.

“Nash, don’t make me wait.”

“Almost there, baby,” I whispered against his skin. Despite my assurance, I moved slowly, licking a hot stripe up the inside of his thigh and groaning at the taste of him.

“Nash, I swear to god.”

With a chuckle, I dove in, muscling his legs further open with my shoulders and swiping my tongue over his fluttering hole.

“Jesus, fuck!” Micah arched up against me. I banded an arm over his hips, holding him in place as he squirmed and cussed under my assault. I couldn’t get enough of him—salty and sweet and all Micah.

Licking and sucking at his hole made him twitch and pant and I swore I could stay happily right there all night, my own hard cock be damned. There was nothing like hearing his little whines while I tormented him.

“Nash,goddammit, get up here,” he finally grit out, hands finding my hair and giving me a stern yank.

I chuckled again, pulling away from my feast. His cock was as hard as mine, purple and leaking against his abs. “Are you ready for me, baby?” I asked, pressing a soft kiss to the swollen head of him.

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