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“What?”

“In my jeans.” Tanner kissed him again as his finger slid inside, causing Miles to groan. A second finger quickly followed, and he scissored them, making Miles gasp.

Suddenly, Tanner spun him around and Miles bent over the counter, hearing the rustle of the condom wrapper. A few seconds later he felt cold lube over his hole then Tanner’s body leaned over his and the head of his dick brush his ass.

“Ready?”

“Yeah.” Miles groaned when Tanner eased inside, bending over and pushing his ass out. The burn had him dropping his head and he breathed deeply, waiting for it to pass. When Tanner was fully inside, Miles panted then nodded.

Tanner pulled out then pushed back inside and Miles moaned at the fullness he felt. Tanner kept repeating the move and Miles moved with him, pushing back when Tanner slid inside. It wasn’t long before Tanner picked up speed and his thrusts became harder.

Miles grunted, his hands gripping the edge of the counter. Tanner moved faster, grunting with every thrust, then his hand gripped Miles’ hard cock and began to stroke it. Miles shuddered, his balls pulling up. “Tanner,” he gasped. “Close.”

Tanner didn’t say anything, but his hand squeezed Miles’ dick as he pumped his hard flesh. Miles whimpered, his body moving with Tanner’s, as pleasure built inside. He could feel his orgasm growing, and he moaned Tanner’s name, hearing Tanner groan behind him. Seconds later, he came, his body bowing as his orgasm exploded through him. He shuddered and held onto the counter as Tanner continued to pound his ass.

A loud groan filled the air and Tanner thrust in, his hands gripping Miles’ hips before pulling out then sliding back inside. Miles could feel Tanner’s body shake as his own came down from its ecstatic high.

What felt like minutes later, Miles opened his eyes. He stood with his hands braced on the counter, trying to get his pulse and breathing under control. Tanner stood behind him, his soft pants of breath ghosting over Miles’ skin.

Miles swallowed then straightened and dragged a hand over his face. “This was not why I came here.”

Tanner’s laugh came behind him. “Yeah, right.”

Miles turned and looked at him then and felt the same problem he’d been fighting for days. It would have been easier if it was only attraction, but it wasn’t feeling that simple anymore.

Chapter Eight

Tanner lay in his own bed with Miles beside him and stared at the wall in front of him, his breathing still not fully settled. Miles’ arm was across his waist, his breath warm against the back of Tanner’s neck, and the weight of him there brought the last hour back all at once.

The kitchen. The counter. The paperwork scattered across the table and floor. Miles in front of him, hands on him, mouth on his. Then Miles pulling back enough to ask if he was sure, and Tanner telling him not to stop. Tanner had grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bedroom after.

They’d spent the last hour in there. Kissing. Touching. Tanner still wasn’t sure what to do with the fact that he’d wanted every second of it.

He’d had sex before. That wasn’t new. What was new was this. Tanner closed his eyes for a second. He wasn’t used to this. Since leaving Robinson, sex had been for money. Quick, and over with as soon as possible. There had been no room for anything else. Not with Savannah depending on him.

This was different, and that was the problem.

Miles was the first person Tanner had wanted. Not because he needed something. Not because he had no choice. He’d wanted Miles from the second he opened the door and saw him standing there.

And now Miles was in his bed, and Tanner didn’t know what to do with that.

He could feel the heat from him through the blanket and the weight of his arm where it rested across Tanner’s waist.

Tanner should have moved. He should have gotten up, pulled himself together, and put some space between them, but instead, he stayed where he was.

Miles shifted behind him and his arm tightened for a second before easing again. Tanner swallowed and turned his head enough to look over his shoulder.

Miles’ hazel eyes were already on him.

“You okay?” Miles asked.

Tanner looked at him for a second before nodding once. “I’m fine.”

Miles nodded then let his hand move slowly over Tanner’s arm. The touch shouldn’t have done anything, but it did. Tanner felt his body respond straight away, felt his cock harden. He looked at Miles and saw Miles’ gaze drop to his mouth before lifting again.

“Tanner,” Miles murmured.

Tanner didn’t answer. He rolled over, closed the space between them, and kissed him. Miles returned it, his hand sliding over Tanner’s back. Tanner moved between Miles’ legs, letting his dick drag along Miles’ leg. Miles moaned into their kiss, both hands now gripping Tanner’s ass. Tanner slowly moved against Miles, feeling their dicks slide together. One of Miles’ legs lifted and rested on his hip, urging him on.