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muscles Clay couldn t wait to run his hands all over. Without
touches or even dirty talk, Clay s cock pushed up against Trent,
demanding as always.
Finally, Trent took the hint. He broke the kiss and gazed down
at Clay. Feeling strangely vulnerable, Clay didn t know what to
say or do. He stared back, waiting.
Trent stroked his free hand down Clay s jaw, and lower. He
didn t smile back. Instead, he murmured,  I can t remember the
last time I wanted anyone or anything as much as I want you.
Clay opened his mouth to say,  me? Somehow he managed
not to blurt that out. The last thing he wanted to do was make Trent
change his mind. He forced a teasing grin.  Then take me.
That made Trent smile. He rolled to his side and reached for
something. He came back seconds later, clutching the condom
packet Clay had given him earlier. His smile faded.  Lube?
 The condoms have extra lubrication. That should be enough.
Clay had never been a Boy Scout, but he believed in being
prepared. And it wasn t like he was a virgin.
 Good. Trent ripped the foil open and rolled the condom
down his erection. He fumbled with the packet some more.
Clay didn t have to wonder what Trent had been doing when
two lubed fingers found his hole and pushed in. The stretch and
burn hit right away, and Clay gasped.
 Okay?
 Don t stop. Clay breathed through the pressure and closed his
eyes. Pressure melted into pleasure, and then Trent was pumping
those fingers into him. The thick digits rubbed against his inner
walls, giving him friction but not as much as he needed.  More.
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Jesus, more.
Trent groaned.  Fuck. So hot. Can t wait. He yanked his
fingers from Clay s channel.
 What  The head of Trent s cock pressed against his
entrance, began to push inside. The pressure increased until it
became an almost pain, but not quite, and Clay s half-formed
whimper of protest turned into a long moan.
Trent caught Clay s legs and lifted them to his chest.  Tell me
this is okay.
It was more than okay. Clay wanted Trent to take him, to make
him feel it.  S okay.
 God, Clay. You ll make me lose it. Trent pushed the rest of
the way in and paused, already breathing fast.
 Want you to. Clay grabbed his thighs to hold his legs to his
chest.  Fuck me.
Trent hissed. He pulled almost all the way out and hovered
there for just a second before slamming back in.  This what you
want?
The sound Clay made was barely recognizable as human, but
Trent must have understood, because he did it again. He pounded
into Clay over and over. Their bodies slapped together, the sound
loud in the quiet tent. Trent s cock scraped over Clay s prostate
with a force that was almost too much.
Clay squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the orgasm that wanted to
overtake him. He wanted to make this last. That wasn t going to
happen if he kept looking at Trent s face, so fierce and intent.
It didn t happen anyway. Trent reached down to stroke Clay s
shaft. He was totally off the rhythm, but his hand felt so good. And
then he panted,  Come. For. Me, and Clay lost it. White-hot
feeling exploded through him.
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Arching into Trent, Clay howled and came, painting both their
chests and stomachs. Trent fucked him through his orgasm with a
few more hard, ragged thrusts. He stiffened for a few seconds and
then collapsed onto Clay s chest.
* * *
Exhausted, Clay didn t protest when Trent said he d take care
of everything. Clay closed his eyes for what he thought was only a
minute, but when he opened them Trent was coming back into the
tent.
Clay reached out for him, only to grab material. Trent was
wearing his jeans.  Why are you dressed?
Trent chuckled.  Had to put the fire out. Get into the sleeping
bag. He maneuvered Clay into his sleeping bag and zipped his
own to it to make a bag big enough for both of them.  Let s get
you cleaned up before you sleep, huh?
Something cold and wet touched Clay s stomach, and he
shivered.
 Shh, it s just a wet wipe. Trent cleaned off the congealed
mess on Clay s stomach and chest and put the wipe aside. After
some rustling sounds, he slid into the sleeping bag beside Clay,
naked once more.  Is this okay?
Clay shifted toward the bigger man s warmth.  It s wonderful.
You re wonderful. Too wonderful.
Wait a second. His mind foggy with sleep, he muttered,  Did I
just say that out loud?
Trent chuckled again, the sound as warm as his body.  Yeah.
Don t worry, I think you re pretty wonderful, too.
Clay smiled and snuggled closer.   Night, Trent.
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 Good night.
The last thing Clay felt before he slid into sleep was the kiss
Trent pressed to the top of his head.
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CHAPTER 10
Mornings weren t Trent s favorite time of day. In high school
and college, and even during the first few years of his time on the
force, Trent had loved mornings. He d made a habit of getting up
earlier than he needed to so he d have time to take a run, or go to
the gym, or just drink his coffee in peace.
That had all changed when he started doing undercover. Late
nights meant no more leisurely mornings. On his last job, he had
often slept until three in the afternoon after staying up until five in
the morning. He d wanted to get back into his old habits once his [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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