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“I’m sorry,” Santee whispered. “I didn’t mean to burden you with my problems.”
Beckett turned Santee around, tipping his chin up so he could look into his blue-gray eyes. “I told you already that this isn’t on you.”
Santee gave him a small, grateful smile. Beckett took the soap from the dish and lathered his hands before running them over Santee’s chest, feeling the heat of Santee’s skin under his fingertips.
Santee hissed as Beckett’s fingers brushed over his sensitive nipples. Beckett smiled and continued his exploration, moving lower until he reached Santee’s hardening cock. He wrapped his fingers around it, stroking slowly as Santee moaned.
Beckett’s own cock throbbed as he pleasured his mate. He wanted to take him right there, but he knew Santee needed this first. He needed to feel desired, needed to feel loved. And Beckett was more than happy to provide that for him.
And Beckett did love Santee. It had been slowly building and then hitting Beckett square in his heart. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for his little bunny.
He turned Santee, resting his mate’s back against his chest, continuing to stroke his hard cock as Santee arched his back, whimpering as he reached up and slid his hands around Beckett’s neck to hold on.
“I love you,” Beckett whispered into Santee’s ear.
His mate’s breath hitched. “You do?”
Beckett chuckled. “Don’t sound so surprised, sweetheart.”
“I just…” Santee’s fingers tightened around Beckett’s neck. “I just thought it took years for someone to love another person.”
“Tell that to my heart,” Beckett said.
Santee pulled away, and for a moment Beckett thought his mate was going to get out of the shower. Instead, he shoved Beckett backward, his palms against Beckett’s pecs. Santee stared up at him. “I love you, too.”
Beckett watched as Santee lowered to his knees. His heart quickened as his mate took Beckett’s cock into his mouth, remembering Santee’s reluctance because of what some jackass had said to him in the past. Beckett and Santee had sex like crazy over the past two weeks, but Santee had yet to suck Beckett’s dick.
It wasn’t a deal breaker for him, but damn if Santee didn’t look erotic as fuck on his knees sucking him off. “Shit, babe.” Beckett closed his eyes briefly but opened them, because he didn’t want to miss a second of this. “Your mouth is made of magic.”
Beckett didn’t say a word when Santee gagged, pulled back, licked his lips, and tried again. In fact, that only turned Beckett on even more knowing how inexperienced his mate was.
“Mmm.” Beckett rocked his hips slightly, not wanting to choke his mate. “Feels so damn good.”
He gripped Santee’s wet hair, keeping the strands in his fist. “Just take what you can right now.”
Then Beckett curled his free hand around the base of his cock, detracting inches to make it easier for Santee.
Santee hummed, the erotic sound vibrating over Beckett’s dick, making Beckett suck in his breath and tighten his hold on Santee’s hair.
His mate’s fingers dug into Beckett’s thighs as he tried again, taking in more of Beckett’s length.
His head falling back, Beckett gritted his teeth as he felt the pleasure coiling low in his belly. He forced himself to be patient, to let Santee get used to his size, to the act itself.
“Easy,” Beckett said with a hiss when Santee’s teeth scraped over his sensitive flesh. “Try to keep your teeth away from me.”
Santee eased back. “Sorry.”
“I didn’t say to stop,” Beckett teased. “I just said to be more careful, love.”
Determination flared in Santee’s beautiful eyes as he sucked Beckett’s cock back into his mouth, using his tongue to bring added pleasure.
There was no goddamn way Beckett could hold out any longer. Not when he knew that Santee was resolved to get this right. There was no right way. Not in Beckett’s opinion.
When Santee slid a finger into Beckett’s ass, Beckett was so shocked that his toes curled and his orgasm shattered him. He snarled as he yanked Santee to his feet, spun his mate, and went right back to stroking his mate’s hard cock.
“Don’t stop,” Santee begged. “Don’t stop!”
“Not going to.” With one hand, Beckett stroked his mate. With the other, he teased and rolled Santee’s balls in his hand.
