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I had to agree.

Chapter Twenty

Styx

When—back when I was younger—had I gone from seeing him as a competent roadie and trusted ally to someone I wanted to be intimate with? Noticing his cute butt. Finding his voice deep and sexy. Looking at his biceps and wondering what they’d feel like. Sneaking a peek at his package and wondering what it’d be like to be fucked by him.

Well, I was about to find out.

Again.

After donning a condom and squirting lube on his hand, Carver ran his finger around my rim.

I giggled. Yep. Giggled. The lube was a little cool against my heated skin.

He arched an eyebrow.

I attempted to school my features. “Carry on.”

He gave me a wicked grin. “I intend to.” He slowly continued to tease me. Almost sticking his finger in—then pulling back at the last moment.

“Look, dude, I’m getting impatient.”

“Dude?” Carver chuckled. “I thought I was your baby.”

I groaned. “Baby is for when you’re being sweet and giving me what I want. Dude is for when I’m frustrated and want something right fucking now.”

He leaned forward to press a kiss to my lips. “All good things come to those who wait.”

“I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole fucking life for you. For this moment. So I need you to fuck me. Right the fuck now.”

A laugh burst forth from him. “I wondered where the sweary Styx had gone.”

“He never left. Trust me.” I flexed my hips.

He returned to that place between my thighs. Jesus Christ—I’m getting hard again. It’s good to be twenty-three. One of the best things about being young.

Finally, he sank a finger into me.

I grinned. “That’s better. About fucking time.”

He added a second.

I moaned. “Yeah, baby. Keep going.” Because I’ll die if you stop—so please don’t.

He laughed. Then sank in farther. Then scissored his fingers to open me up as best he could.

Under his ministrations, I both relaxed and my cock got harder.

Well okay, then. Friction would be nice. At least that. And his cock leaked a drop of precum. My saliva glands kicked into overdrive because I knew—knew—what he tasted like. I wanted more. Except I wanted him in my ass more. Priorities.

Carver twisted his wrist in just that way and brushed my prostate.

I shivered as an electrical sensation rocketed through my body.

“You like?”

“Oh yeah, I totally like. Please keep that up. Or, better yet, how about you fuck me?” I tried to use my eyes to plead with him.