Page 144 of Haunted

Maybe it was better this way, not being able to see Sol’s face while they talked.

“Would… would you want to fuck me?”

He caught Sol’s soft exhale. “Ah. Are we talking about who tops, who bottoms? Because I do remember what you said. You’ve only ever topped, haven’t you?”

“About that… I didn’t tell you everything.”

“Is it something you feel you can share? Because if it isn’t, that’s okay.” Sol’s voice was as warm as his words.

Butch’s pulse was calm and steady.Tell him.

This was Sol, and although he couldn’t explain why, Butch feltsafe.

“The first guy I ever had sex with—his name was Race, by the way, but that isn’t important—he always let me top, apart from this one time. It was probably my fault. I said I was ready, and I wasn’t, and we were both a little drunk.” He chuckled. “Actually, we were alotdrunk. The bottom line? I didn’t like it, and I told him I wasn’t gonna do that again.” He winced at the memory. “It hurt.”

“Maybe he didn’t prep you enough, or—”

“I’m not gonna go into details, all right? Afterward, he was mortified. Kept saying sorry. I think it was the booze, because he usually went out of his way to make sure we both enjoyed it.”

It took him a moment to realize Sol had gone quiet.

“Sol? You still there?”

Sol’s rough chuckle eased his nerves. “‘Bottom line’? Was that a deliberate choice of words?”

Butch laughed. “You know, I didn’t even think about it.”

“So… just to check I’ve got this… youdowant to fuck me?”

He laughed again. “Sorry, but this has to be one of the weirdest conversations ever.”

“It’s taken your mind off Diana, at least for a while, hasn’t it?”

Butch’s heart hammered. “That isn’t why you—”

“Fuck, no.” Sol sounded horrified. “This isnotme distracting the hell out of you, all right? This is me trying to tell you I want you.”

Lord, the relief…

“I want you too. And yeah, I want to fuck you. Although Iamkinda surprised you’d let me near your ass.”

“Why?”

“Well… you’re a Dom, right?”

“I never told you that, but yes, I am.” A pause. “Oh,Iget it. You think Doms always top, is that it?”

“Well, yeah.”

Sol’s soft laughter told him he might have gotten that part wrong.

“No one ever makes you sign a contract that says Thou Shalt Never Bottom, you know. I can’t speak for every Dom, but Ilovetaking a dick.”

“Why? What makes it so good?” Butch had always wanted to ask Teague the same question, but theirs hadn’t been an arrangement where conversation had played a huge part.

Theirs was more of awham bamkinda deal.

“I love clenching my muscles tight around it, and hearing him moan because I’ve brought him to the edge and he can’t hold back a moment longer. I love that feeling when he’s all the way in, and we’re locked together, his sweat dripping onto my skin, his smell filling my nostrils, his groans so fucking loud because he’s buried his face in my neck and he’s picking up speed. The throb of his cock when he comes…”

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