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the other side and pointed back in at Christian.  You re nobody s quick fuck. Don t ever say
that. He curled his hand into a fist.  Just& don t.
Jonah took another step, but Christian leaped and grabbed Jonah s hand before he
could get away.  Then what is it? he pleaded.  Tell me.
The tight fist locked under Christian s grip fairly vibrated, as did the man in front of
him. Jonah s jaw ticked visibly, and he looked for all the world like someone had just kicked
him in the teeth, and he had no way to fight back. Jonah finally blurted, his voice raw,  It s
you, damn it. Christ, Christian -- Jonah s lips paled and thinned down to almost nothing --
 it s you, okay.
Every molecule of air felt sucked right out of the room, and Christian s hand fell dead
to his side.  What?
 Damn it. Jonah strode through the house, eating up the linoleum and carpet with his
long legs.  I don t know what the fuck I m doing here. He reached the front door and
turned, looking all the way down the shotgun hallway to where Christian still stood at the
back of the small house. His voice dropped, but Christian heard every single word, every
deep breath, clear as digital.  I want you to like me, Christian, and I ve fucking never cared
what someone thought about me before. At least, not enough to be embarrassed that I don t
have one goddamned relationship to point to and say,  See, this person knows me and likes
me, so I must be a stand-up guy. It has never bothered me that I ve never had a girlfriend, or
even a boyfriend, so I don t have any idea how to be with someone, or even if I m capable of
it. I ve never given a rat s ass that all the people in my life are acquaintances or employees,
because I ve never once in my life connected to anyone I wanted to impress and think of as a
friend. I don t have a friend. His chest heaved.  Not one.
Pain clamped a tight band on Christian s heart, and he took a step forward.  Jonah.
A Fostered Love 57
 No. Jonah raised his hands and put up the stop sign.  You pushed this, goddamnit, so
let me just get it all out. Shit, you pushed it before tonight. You ve had me tied up in knots
from the second I stepped over the threshold of this house, making me question myself and
why I m defective in this way -- Jonah s voice caught, and Christian started running --  and
how the hell I can hide it from you so that you like me.
Christian slammed into Jonah and wrapped him up in a tight embrace.  Shh, shh. He
stood on tiptoe, still naked, and rained kisses all over Jonah s unforgiving face.  I already like
you, Jonah. I like you so fucking much. You don t have to be someone else for me.
Jonah manacled his arms around Christian and lifted him right off the floor.  Jesus,
Christian, I don t know how to be something normal with you. His entire body shook,
sending tremors into Christian. Jonah held Christian against his chest with one arm and
brushed his knuckles against Christian s cheek and temple with the other. His face still
looked hard and tough as hell, but his eyes were finally open in every way, showing the
much different man living inside.  I just know I want you again.
Aching, Christian ran his fingers along the edge of Jonah s hair, loving the thick, dark
stuff. He held Jonah s gaze, lost in its pale depths.  You can have me. Christian leaned in and
laid his forehead against Jonah s, and at the same time twined his legs around Jonah s waist.
 Take me to bed, Jonah, and have me right now.
A rumble started in Jonah s chest, ending in a textured growl. He swooped his mouth
down, fusing his lips to Christian s as he started to walk. Christian held on tight and kissed
Jonah back with everything in him, his entire body reigniting with one touch of their
tongues. Jonah didn t seem to have a middle ground; he just went full out with deep,
exploring kisses that were wet, messy, and raw -- full of an honesty that raced through
Christian s blood, had his cock hard, and his ass clenching for another fucking he knew
would leave him tender tomorrow. He didn t care. Right now, nothing mattered more than
getting Jonah inside him again.
Clinging and kissing, their tongues in a frantic dance, Jonah kicked at the half-closed
door and stumbled inside their bedroom, letting go with one arm long enough to yank the
mattress from his bed to the floor. He lowered Christian to the padding and came down on
top of him in a push-up stance. Almost smiling, his face suffused with a rosy red, he said,
 Frame might break with two of us. Better not to risk it.
Every nerve ending in Christian s body sparked with the memory of Jonah s recent
sexual enthusiasm. The man did like to pound away on his partner.  Right. A child s bed
would not withstand Jonah s particular brand of fucking.
 Damn it -- Jonah pushed up to his knees --  we need the lube.
Christian grabbed Jonah s arms and pulled him back down, toppling the man fully on
top of him.  No. He spread his legs and reached down between them, fingering his slicked-
up asshole. His bud already squeezed for a second penetration.  There s still enough there.
You were plenty generous before.
58 Cameron Dane
 Sorry. Jonah spoke a foul word under his breath, looking downright stricken.  I
didn t know how to slow down before, and I just dumped a bunch of the stuff onto you so I
could get inside.
Folding his arms at his sides, Christian leaned up on his elbows and brushed his lips
against the hard set of Jonah s.  Stop apologizing. He held Jonah s intense stare, flicked his
tongue against Jonah s seam, and then darted inside for another drugging taste. Jonah s pupils
flared and he moved in fast, capturing Christian s tongue and sucking hard. Christian [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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