Page 44 of Sin Deep
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Harley was nervous as all get out that Winter wouldn’t understand his presents. He’d found a copy of his favorite book,Territory, and then he’d found some fancy makeup brushes that the lady at the store had said were special and all, so—
God, he wanted Winter to like them.
“Home sweet home.” Winter opened the door and gestured for him to go inside. “Would you like a cup of coffee? I think I’m still too full for cake yet, so can we start with presents?”
“We can! You go sit, and I’ll bring them to you, okay?” Harley was buzzing. Just seriously buzzing, nervous that he’d chosen wrong.
“All right.” Winter went and took a seat in his favorite chair, kicked off his shoes, and put his feet up. “I can’t wait to open them.”
“I can’t wait for you to open them too. Either. Whatever. God, I’m excited.” He brought both the packages over, sitting close by on the ottoman.
“They’re wrapped so nicely. Which one first?” Winter reached for them, hovering his fingers over one and then the other and back again. “Does it matter?”
“Open this one first.” Harley handed over the book.
“Very well.” Winter took it and smiled as he started to open it, carefully popping open the tape on the ends and obviously trying not to tear the paper. “Oh, it feels like a book. It is! Oh…wonderful! I haven’t had the opportunity to check it out yet. This is lovely. Thank you.” Winter flipped to the back jacket and read it, then opened the book and flipped through a couple of pages. “I can’t wait to read it.”
“It’s my favorite, so I thought I could share it.” There was something intimate about sharing favorite books. It said things about your soul.
“I appreciate this very much. I think reading someone else’s favorite book tells you so much about them, don’t you?” Winter put the book down and picked up his other gift. “I can’t even guess at this one.”
“I hope you like it.” He prayed he hadn’t made a crazy misstep. It was sort of…personal.
Winter opened the wrapping as carefully as the book. “Oh.” Winter flipped the box over in his fingers slowly, then opened up one end and pulled out the brushes, one by one. “Oh, my. Harley, these are beautiful. One for liner, blush and…the shadow brush is amazing. They’re so elegant.” Winter ran his fingers over the bristles and tried out the blush brush on his cheek. “They feel nice too. I just adore them.”
His heart was pounding, and his cheeks felt like they were on fire. “Happy birthday!”
“It is, very happy. Such thoughtful gifts. I can’t wait to use the brushes on your handsome face. Shall we go to the club tomorrow? I could make you up before we go. I would enjoy that very much.”
“You can. I’m so glad you like them. The person at the store said they were nice ones.” He didn’t know much, but he could see that Winter was truly pleased.
“They are. They’re special, like the man who bought them for me.” Winter put his gifts down next to him on the ottoman, caught him by the nape and pulled him into a deep kiss.
Oh. He sank into the kiss, hands sliding over Winter’s shoulders as they fed on each other.
Winter stood, pulling him to his feet without hardly breaking the kiss for a second and moved them slowly toward the bedroom, hands sliding over his ass. He followed like they were dancing, like this was the most natural thing on earth.
“I want to thank you properly for all of my surprises. Can we have cake in bed…later?” Winter’s lips moved under his chin and down to his collarbone.
“Anything you want, lover. It’s your birthday.” Although this was spoiling him, not Winter, those kisses sending fireworks through him.
“We’re lovers officially, then?” Winter asked, pulling him through the bedroom door. “I like that very much. I want to call you mine.”
“Oh good. I want that. Us. I want to be an us.” He knew it was probably too everything—too fast, too much, too soon—but he didn’t care.
“We’re an us. But it’s nice to be clear on what sort of us we are.” Harley’s back hit one of the thick bedposts. “Lover.” Winter took another kiss and pressed a thigh between his legs. Oh fuck, yes.
He groaned, rolling against that firm pressure, letting himself feel the burn a little more.
He got a low moan in response and Winter untucked his shirt and started opening the buttons. “Mon petit. My boy.”
“That’s really sexy…” God, he sounded like a dipshit, but it was true. It was hot as fuck.
“I’m glad you think so.” Where Winter was usually pretty quiet and reserved he wasn’t shy in the bedroom, and Harley knew he was wanted. Winter slid his shirt over his shoulders and ducked right to one sensitive nipple, battering it with a hungry tongue.
His toes curled, and he rocked up into that hungry mouth. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he fought his cry.
