Page 73 of Loving a Warrior

“Aww.” Matt couldn’t help but smile at how plaintive he sounded. “Get your ass up and take some aspirin.”

“I’d rather cuddle. Come over and cuddle with me.”

Longing tinged with regret shot through him. “I’d love to, but I can’t. Bus is leaving for La Posta in two hours and I got a ton of stuff to do.”

“Shit, that’s right. How long you gonna be there? A month?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn.”

“If I could, I’d totally come over and cuddle with you, though.”

A split second of silence, and then Shane heaved a disgruntled sigh. “Wonderful. Just great.”

“What?”

“You get me hard when you say stuff like that. Now I have a boner and a headache.”

Matt choked out a startled laugh. “You’re insane. But join the boner club.” He reached down to palm himself soothingly.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. When you get all sex voice-y like that…fuck, I’m gone.”

“Sex voice-y?” Shane sounded bemused. “I have a sex voice?”

“You do. Low and growly. Gives me fucking goosebumps.”

“Like this?” Shane dropped his pitch, his tone roughening. “Is this my sex voice?”

Matt couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped him. “Stop it. Trey might walk in the door at any moment.”

“Nope. They’re all headed to breakfast.”

Matt closed his eyes, relaxing back into the bed as he took his cock in a firm grasp. “Then yep. That’s your sex voice. I love it.”

“Mmm. You know what I love? The way your breathing hitches when you’re about to come. The feel of your nipples against my tongue.”

“Oh, God. Shane…”

“The way you moan my name. Just like that.”

Giving himself long, slow strokes, Matt rasped, “I love the way you smell. The way your mouth tastes.” The way you hold me close, the way you curl around me like you’re shutting out the world and it’s just us in it.

“Oh, Matt,” Shane whispered. “I want you so fucking much. Ah.”

With a loud groan, Shane came, his grunts of pleasure in Matt’s ear sending him careening off the edge, too. He jetted all over his stomach in a messy rush, gasping out Shane’s name in a breathless litany.

They wallowed together, recovering, until Shane said, “You think maybe that cured my headache? Lemme check.”

Matt could hear a rustling, then Shane gave a whimper. “Nope, still there. Why, oh why did I drink that Drambuie?”

Wishing with all his heart he was there to kiss it better, Matt said gruffly, “Go back to sleep, clown. I need to get ready for La Posta anyway.”

“Fine,” Shane said, clearly disgruntled. “Go get ready, then.”

“I will.”