Page 82 of Sin Deep
“Naked? Me?” Harley laughed and stripped off his shirt, shaking his butt.
“Yes. Entirely. And hopefully not too long from now.” He’d settle the boy down in a minute, but he couldn’t help his grin, watching Harley play, seeing his boy so happy.
“Not too long. Just a little anticipation.” Harley opened his belt and fly.
“Mmm. Because we like that.” He backed Harley into the bedroom. “Waiting just another minute.”
“Yeah. Just.” Harley licked a line up his throat.
He arched his neck for Harley, tucked a hand around one jean-clad butt cheek and pulled his boy closer. His Harley was hard as nails, belly tight, and Winter loved how the boy fit in his hands.
His need for his boy was making his heart beat hard. “I don’t want to wait anymore.” He gently pushed at Harley’s jeans. “I want inside you, petit.”
“Yeah. I’m all in for that, lover. I want your cock.”
“Take off your boots.” Winter lifted his own shirt off and watched his boy as he kicked off his own shoes.
“Why hasn’t a cowboy’s uniform got flip-flops?” Harley was chuckling as he leaned against the wall and worked his boots off.
He laughed and undressed. “I’m not complaining.” Not one bit. He watched Harley move, so graceful even just tugging on his boots.
The stitches on Harley’s thigh looked like spiders crossing the tight skin, and Winter was ready for them to be gone.
Every time he looked at them he worried about that job; they reminded him that it could be dangerous.
“That leg.” He sighed. “I want to wrap you in bubble wrap to keep you safe from everything.” He took a light kiss.
“Scars are sexy, remember?” Harley licked his bottom lip.
“Maybe. But stitches are scary.” He focused on Harley’s eyes. They’d be gone in a few days. Right now he needed to focus. They’d been waiting so long. He slid his hand over one smooth hip and across those gorgeous, hard abs.
“Mmhmm…” Harley arched and pushed into his fingers. “Want.”
“Yes, petit. All night.” He slid both hands up and around to Harley’s nape, pulling his boy into a deep kiss. Their hips ground together, cocks pinned between them, making them both moan as they moved.
He wanted to eat Harley up, snap him up and turn him inside out, but he had to be gentle, easy with that poor thigh. It was bad enough, that thing with Oliver had shaken Harley up a bit, he would just go easy, make sure his boy was okay.
“Come to bed, love.” Winter backed toward the bed, pulled Harley along with him.
“Mmm…coming…” Harley chuckled softly, rocking against him.
“Good boy. Careful, petit,” he said as Harley climbed up on the bed.
“I’m good. I just need you.” Harley wiggled that tight ass at him.
God, it was too much. Winter tugged open a drawer and tossed a rubber and the lube on the bed, climbing right up after his boy. “Pretty petit.”
“And all yours, right? All of me. I promise.”
Harley’s words made it hard to breathe as emotion swelled in his gut, his chest, and brought tears to his eyes. Winter nodded, believing every word that his boy said. “Yes, petit.” He pushed Harley onto his back and took a kiss, it was easier than explaining himself.
Harley wrapped around him, taking every single thing he offered and begging for more.
He rocked against Harley, his own need making his eyes cross. “Beautiful boy. I am yours. I promise you too.”
“Good. Fuck me now. Show me.” His boy had a wicked, dirty mouth.
“Naughty.” But he didn’t argue, he wanted that too. He rolled his condom on first, then popped open the lube. “Such a mouth. What if I make you wait even more?” He pushed one of his boy’s knees up and back and found that sweet hole with two slippery fingers.
