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“Andrew?” Cain’s eyes glittered. “You do?”

“I love you, too.” He kissed Cain. “I’m here for you. Tell me what you need, and I’ll do it.”

“Andrew?” Tears filled Cain’s eyes. “You love me?”

“Yeah, and I’m not giving up. No way.” He’d poured out his heart.

“Take me upstairs and fuck me until we can’t think straight.” Cain launched himself into Andrew’s arms. “I love you, too.”

Hell, yes.He had the love of a good man and could call Cain his boyfriend. Now he had to convince the family to give Cain his freedom. He’d do anything to keep Cain happy. Anything.

Chapter Fourteen

Andrew kissed Cain. They loved each other and they’d find a way for the relationship to work. That was what mattered. He had a partner and a lover in the same man.

“Take me upstairs.” Cain left the sofa and held out his hand. “I want to feel you in my soul.”

He followed Cain through the house. When Cain stumbled on the stairs, Andrew captured him between his body and the steps. He kissed him and ground against Cain’s groin. “If you’re trying to get me to catch you, it’s working. I win and I love the chase.”

“I do, too.” Cain’s eyes flashed as he kissed Andrew.

The tender sweetness of the kiss only lasted seconds. The feral position on the steps and the passion in his veins spurred Andrew on. He nipped Cain’s bottom lip. “I could take you on the stairs.” He’d have to add it to their list of places to fuck.

“I’d let you.”

The husky sound of Cain’s voice sent delicious shivers down Andrew’s spine. He released Cain. “I’ll follow you.” They’d fuck on the steps later.

Cain tweaked Andrew’s nipple through his shirt. He scampered up the steps, leaving Andrew in his wake.

Andrew chuckled and admired Cain’s ass.Such a nice little ass.He’d bet Cain knew his sex appeal, but doubted Cain saw his true attractiveness.

Andrew caught up to Cain and collided with him again, but this time on the bed. He crawled on top of his lover and kissed him. He caressed Cain through the fabric of his shirt. Cain rubbed his groin on Andrew.

A groan rumbled within Andrew. Christ, he was hard for Cain. He straddled him and removed his shirt.

“Have I told you I love you naked?” Cain’s eyes glittered. “So strong and sexy.” He smoothed his hands over Andrew’s chest. “You aren’t inked. I thought you’d have ink.”

“I’m not wild about needles.” He wriggled his hips. Heat built within him and he groaned again. The fact that they were able to have a conversation impressed him. “You aren’t tatted either.”

“Didn’t help with film roles.” He pinched Andrew’s nipples. “I don’t strike anyone as a bad boy.”

“They don’t know you.” He scooted off Cain long enough to unzip and remove his jeans. His cock bobbed free and the chilly air caressed his shaft. The cool air did little to mellow his fever. He stroked himself.

Cain’s eyes lit up. “Don’t ever get ink. You’re perfect.”

“I won’t.” He had no desire to. Andrew focused on unzipping Cain’s jeans. “Right now it’s Christmas and I want my present.” He tugged the denim down Cain’s legs.

“God, yes.” Cain writhed, helping Andrew and whimpered. “I want to taste you.”

“Yeah?” He rounded the bed and tugged the hem of Cain’s shirt. “Off. Can’t have me with this on.”

Cain shrugged out of his shirt and tossed the garment onto the floor, then reached for Andrew. “Yes. Fuck me over the end of the bed. Fuck me in the straw, on the steps, the tractor…wherever you want. I’m yours.”

“After I get a taste.” He crawled onto Cain again, but lined them up so that he could suck Cain’s cock while Cain serviced him.

Cain groaned. “I’ve never sixty-nine-ed before. Teach me.”

He’d figured Cain would be new to this experience. He’d gladly be his teacher and, if he had his way, Cain’s only lover from now on. He straddled Cain’s head. Power from his position surged through Andrew. Every cell and synapse vibrated on high alert. He nuzzled Cain’s pubic hair, needing to tease him.

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