Chapter 57

Rafael swallowed it all, nearly drunk with passion as his own orgasm exploded and dripped down his hand.

Dustin sagged against the door, his breath coming out in ragged pants. Rafael wound his arms around Dustin’s waist and rested his head against his belly, holding tight. Fingers stroked his hair, his face, his ears, and he never wanted to move. Dustin’s heart, slamming against his ribs, reverberated through Rafael.

Finally, Dustin slumped to the floor, pulling Rafael with him, his pants still around his thighs. He laughed. “Holy fuck, Raf, that was hot.”

They lay on the floor in an exhausted heap. Rafael completely agreed. It had definitelybeen hot. He would need time to recuperate before making good on the promise he’d made in the truck—“For hours, Dusty. Until we’re both too exhausted to leave the bed or even answer our phones and our friends send out a search party”—which he absolutely intended to do.Chapter 16

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