Page 40 of The Collector


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Placing the last of the elastic bandages around Chase’s wrists, Levi moved his supplies to the side and helped Chase up off the floor.

“You’ll be fine after a good night’s sleep,” Levi said, pulling Chase’s shirt off his body and helping him into bed. “Love the sleepwear,” Levi mentioned, referring to the flannel sleeping pants that Chase wore.

The pants were covered in all sorts of penises—big, small, yellow, black. If you could think of a cock type, a picture of it was plastered somewhere on the material.

Chase looked down, seeming to forget about his choice of PJs. “Courtesy of Pappa M.”

Levi chuckled. Matteo gave out the sleepwear to first-time guests as a sort of thank you for coming!

“Get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning,” Levi said, turning to leave the bedroom.

Chase grabbed him by the arm. Startled, he looked from Chase to the door. There was no movement outside.

“Stay?” Chase asked, staring up at him with hopeful eyes.

Levi knew that Matteo would be pissed if he found out that he stayed the night, even after Matteo had given him a direct order. But staring down at this sad, wounded man, Levi wanted nothing more than to spend the night wrapped in Chase’s warm, comforting arms.

Taking one last glance over at the door, he struggled internally for only a moment. His brain finally silenced, and his heart and body fell in step.

“Sure thing,” he nodded, pulling off his shirt and removing his jeans.

Unlike Chase, Levi wasn’t wearing his little penis pants. If Chase wanted him to stay, he would have to sleep next to him in nothing but his underwear. Not that he thought Chase would mind, of course.

Smiling, Chase pulled back the duvet.

“That’s not fair. If this is going to be a ‘no pants sleepover,’ I’m taking mine off as well.”

“It’s fine by me,” Levi said, nodding over his shoulder as he slid into bed next to the Canadian beefcake.

He turned over just in time to see Chase’s bare ass in the air as he used his legs to kick off his sleep pants.

Levi couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“There. That’s much better,” a naked Chase declared, turning to face Levi with a smug look on his face.

“Hmm, sneaky little man.”

Chase looked down at his junk that was already at full mast. “Little?”

Jesus, tonight was going to be a test of wills. Levi shook his head and smirked. “So, do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?”

“Definitely the big spoon. Sorry, babe, but I like my guys wrapped in my arms.”

“You do realize that if Matteo comes in, he will probably cut off your balls, no questions asked,” Levi said, reminding them of the danger this little sleepover presented.

He hoped that Glenn and Malik would keep their mouths shut and not rat him out. He would have to get them something special for covering his ass—perhaps a bottle of scotch or a big bottle of lube. He’d worry about that when he wasn’t lying beside a hunky naked man with a raging boner attached.

“No, he’d probably send in one of his goons to do it for him,” Chase corrected.

Well, he wasn’t wrong there. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Why ruin an expensive suit with Canadian blood.”

Levi slid in next to Chase as the man gave a chuckle. He turned so that his back was facing Chase and rested his head on Chase’s extended arm. A second later, he found himself being pulled backward until his body was firmly pressed into Chase’s muscular body.

He exhaled. He loved the feel of Chase’s big, warm body pressed up against his. He felt so… safe, and protected, and… claimed.

Yes, this was exactly where he wanted to be.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” Levi moaned, referring to the thick shaft pressed firmly between his ass cheeks. One wrong move, and he would surely be impaled by the massive rod jetting out between Chase’s legs.

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