Page 113 of Hard Rain

Axel felt the man pulse in his hand, warm come jetting across his own chest, and he nearly lost his own load. He ran the pad of his thumb over the crown where he smeared the come. Whip moaned, shuddering.

The sight. Fuck. So fucking hot. Pleasure crashed through his gut and tightened his balls.

He lost it.

He exploded and sent several more jerking thrusts. His orgasm rolled over him, blurring everything but this moment as he emptied his balls.

Above him, Whip ground down, taking everything he had to give.

Including his heart.

Rain hammered the hotel windows hard enough to blur the skyline into shades of gray.

Axel wandered into the kitchenette wearing a T-shirt, jeans, and yesterday’s satisfied grin.

The coffee maker looked simple enough.

Five minutes later, it was making noises that suggested otherwise.

He finally convinced it to cooperate and turned his attention to the basket of complimentary pastries sitting beside it.

Free was free.

He tore open a package and took a bite.

Not bad.

The bedroom door clicked open behind him.

Whip shuffled into the room, barefoot, hair sticking out in every direction.

Axel smiled before he could stop himself.

Morning looked good on him.

Whip caught him looking.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

Axel crossed the kitchen, leaned in, and stole a quick kiss before Whip could protest.

“There, that’s better.”

Whip huffed a laugh.

Then noticed the pastry wrapper.

“…You’re actually eating that?”

Axel looked down at it.

“It’s free.”

Whip stared at him for a long second.