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running his lips across the skin. Against his better judgment, Shane tangled his fingers
in Gabriel s hair and cupped his head, succumbed to the temporary impulse to hold
him there as long as possible.
I got a deal for you, Gabriel murmured, that voice trickling malt liquor into
Shane s ear and turning his brain to mush.
What?
Gabriel leaned back, ran slow hands over Shane s stomach. You can have me,
Shane& but if I see a woman I want to go with, I send her to you for permission. And
you say yes or no.
Shane stared at the man s chest, fearing his eyes. He realized in a flash what they
were, just what Gabriel had said a minute earlier lovers. Duh, perhaps, but it hadn t
truly occurred to him before. This man counted. Mattered. In fact, if Shane were the
type who carved notches into his bedpost Gabriel s would be the deepest by far, damn
near saw the fucking frame in half.
I keep it discreet, Gabriel said, but I send them to you. What you say?
And I can say no if I want?
If you say no every single time, you prolly won keep me around forever. Gabriel
fingered Shane s belt buckle. But yeah. You get to decide.
And I ll own you? The verb he knew both of them got so fucking hot over.
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Oh yeah, you own me, Shane. Gabriel grinned, looking nearly coy if he didn t
also look about three breaths away from sucking Shane s cock.
Yeah. Fine then.
Gabriel s grin deepened to the shit-eating variety once more, a kid in the midst of
his own birthday party. He offered a slender hand and Shane shook it, firm and quick.
Shane took a moment to stare at Gabriel, to feel the warmth and fear and excitement
churning in his gut. He reached out and cupped Gabriel s hips, felt his muscle and
strength and eagerness and realized it was all his.
Want you, he grunted.
Gabriel blinked at him. Then take me.
Shane pushed him off to the other end of the couch, got up and set the chain lock on
the front door. He stood over Gabriel, surveying his official territory for nearly a
minute. Gabriel sat up, linked his fingers through two of Shane s belt loops. Those black
eyes darted, hands waiting for permission. Shane stepped closer until his ankles hit the
bottom frame of the couch. Gabriel took the cue and ran a palm across Shane s fly, eager
fingers tracing the outline of his erection. Closing his eyes, Shane let himself melt into
the feeling, that seductive mix of power and shame and relief. He let those familiar
fingers open his belt and zipper, stroke him through his shorts.
How do you get me so hard, he mumbled, not quite a question.
Ooooh, Gabriel teased. I got a gris-gris.
Shane laughed. Spare me your crazy grandma s voodoo bullshit.
Then I dunno, Shane.
The hold on Shane s cock tightened, lighting him up with impatience and desire
and that ever-present and undeniably exciting anxiety.
There s something between us, Gabriel said.
A fuckload too much clothing, for starters. Stand up.
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He backed away so Gabriel could submit to the order. Shane memorized each
button as he freed it, every square inch of golden skin as the white cotton slid away. He
got Gabriel s pants off, pushed him gently back onto the cushions then went to work on
his own clothes, got a condom from his wallet and tossed it on the side table.
Turn over.
You ever gonna fuck me face-to-face? Gabriel asked, already obeying.
I give you everything else you want, Shane said. Lemme have my baby steps.
Gabriel got onto his knees, elbows on the arm of the couch. Shane sank down
behind him, traced each knob of his spine, the muscles pinched between his shoulder
blades, marveled at him a moment before lust pushed adoration out of the way. He
squeezed his hard ass, spanked it a few times, watched Gabriel s skin bloom pink and
made him wait. He fucking loved this part controlling this man s anticipation and
excitement.
Come on. Please.
God, I love it when you beg. Shane wet two fingers and slid them over Gabriel s
asshole, eased them in slow. Gabriel s arms trembled as he moaned, set Shane on fire.
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