Page 95 of Reclaiming Quinn
“More, Quinn.”
He thrust in a little harder, which drew a whimper from Deke. “Never knew how good this could be,” he groaned. “Never believed I could love someone so much.”
Deke wanted Quinn to move; he could see the image clearly. Quinn pulled out, then slammed back in, which elicited a grunt from Deke. He repeated the movement, each time feeling the crescendo that Deke was riding. At one point, Quinn knew he’d tagged Deke’s prostate when he shouted, “Yes, like that! Do that.”
Quinn’s heart soared. “I love you!” he cried out.
“Love you so much” came the whispered reply.
And then they were there. Deke didn’t even need to touch himself to shoot a load as Quinn followed him over the edge, giving Deke a second load. Afterward, the room was quiet, except for the panted breaths from both men. Deke rolled over and opened his arms. Quinn looked at them like a safe harbor in stormy seas and let himself be drawn into them.
“That was amazing,” Deke whispered into his hair. “I never knew it could feel like that.”
Neither had Quinn. No pain or cries for mercy. It was all about the love he shared with Deke.
“Next time, you do me,” Quinn said, his voice filled with sleep.
He knew Deke wouldn’t worry if Quinn was ready because he’d be able to feel it in his heart.
“I think we could do that,” Deke replied as he pressed his lips to Quinn’s hair.
Sated, safe, and wrung out, Quinn snuggled in against Deke and fell asleep, secure in the knowledge that his old life was over, and the only thing that remained was the road that stretched out before him.
