Page 38 of Fourplay & Fatalities

He belonged to Asa because nature itself had apparently looked at the two of them and gone, Yep. That one’s his problem now.

He swallowed when Asa arched a brow at him, letting him know he was waiting.

Right. Clothes.

Zane really needed to stop letting Felix tell him about all those weird Mulvaney fanfics circulating around the internet. They were starting to fuck with his reality.

His hands shook as he slipped Asa’s T-shirt off his head, then hooked his thumbs in his sweatpants and underwear, tugging them down and off in one go until he was totally bare before his husband, feeling, for some reason, like it was the first time.

The room suddenly felt cooler against his skin. Asa’s reaction made it seem like he felt the same.

His pupils blew wide, his gaze roaming freely over every bite mark and bruise he’d left on Zane’s body in the past few weeks. Zane stood still and let him look.

Some were old.

Some were new.

Some were permanent.

All of them were proof of how much Asa loved him, needed him, couldn’t get enough of him.

Nobody else got this from Asa, just Zane.

Only Zane.

Zane was special. Zane was important to Asa. He was Asa’s.

He stood trembling and naked, cock now painfully hard as Asa sat there greedily drinking him in, letting his knees fall open. Finally, his eyes snapped back to Zane’s, catching and holding as he crooked a finger at him.

“Come here.”

Zane lurched forward, as if Asa’s voice alone had compelled him, stopping only when he stood between Asa’s muscular thighs, his belly quivering.

It wasn’t the first time he’d been completely naked in front of his fully dressed husband, but it never failed to drive home the power exchange. The give and the take. Zane giving. Asa taking.

Zane’s eyelids fluttered at the heady thought.

“On your knees, beautiful,” Asa murmured, pointing downward to drive home the point.

Zane shivered but did as he was told, settling back on his heels, hands at his sides.

This he could do. He could follow orders. He could be good for Asa. This was familiar. This was easy. This was home.

The last of the uncertainty inside him quieted. He let his eyes fall shut, waiting for Asa to finally take what he wanted.

Instead, a finger chucked him under the chin. “Uh-uh. Eyes on me.”

Zane struggled to comply, his lids feeling anvil-heavy, his hands growing restless at his sides. When he finally managed, he didn’t look up, just stared at the obvious outline of Asa’s hard length pressing against his zipper, his mouth watering.

Zane wanted it. Wanted him. It was clear Asa wanted him, too.

And, somehow, that helped.

This play—this new thing Asa was trying—it wasn’t all about Zane and his offhand remark to Felix.

Felix, the traitor.

Asa tapped his chin again. “Look at me, Lois.”