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Will huffed and rolled over. “Whatever.”
With a snorted laugh, Charlie slipped out of the room and crossed the hall to the bathroom. He disposed of the condom and quickly cleaned himself with cold water while waiting for it to warm enough for Will. He returned to the bedroom—after having not met a single soul in the hallway—with a damp cloth for Will.
To his surprise, the good doctor was still awake, though his eyes remained shut and his face turned away from the door. He gently cleaned the dried cum from his dick and stomach, then tossed the towel aside. Only when he stretched out in the open space next to Will did he feel the other man stiffen before he shifted onto his side, putting his back to Charlie.
As he pulled the covers up over both of their bodies, he waited to hear Will say that he wasn’t allowed to sleep in the bed with him or to remind him that he was supposed to be sleeping on the couch. But those words didn’t come.
“This was just sex,” Will grumbled instead.
“Mmhm,” Charlie hummed, knowing that he didn’t sound convinced in the least. He reached across Will and turned off the lamp on the bedside table, blanketing the room in blessed darkness.
“I’m serious, Charlie.”
“I know you are, baby,” Charlie replied as he settled his head on his own pillow. He threw his right arm across Will’s waist and pulled the man backward into his body. Again, he expected Will to fight him, but his slender body relaxed into him as if it knew this was exactly where he was supposed to be.
“And you can stop calling me ‘baby’ now.”
“Maybe in the morning,” Charlie murmured. He didn’t mean that either. Will might not realize it yet, but he was firmly in Charlie’s clutches now and he was not letting go.
He didn’t know what this meant for his life going forward, whether he would be giving up his life as a mercenary and running around the world with his three closest friends, but he’d do it for the man in his arms. He needed Will, and every minute they were together further convinced him that Will needed him just as badly.
The one problem he saw ahead of them was proving to Will that he was worthy of a second chance, that he could be trusted. That he could be everything that Will needed in his life.
As much as he hated the idea, his friends might be right. He needed to get some advice from his brother. Stephen might be an annoying worrywart, but at least he usually skipped over the “I told you so” parts and got right to the useful advice. Not that Charlie generally took it, but for Will, he would at least try.
Closing his eyes, he rubbed his nose against Will’s soft hair and listened to his slow, even breathing. This was the only man he’d ever truly slept with. The only man he’d held through the night and awoken to hooded looks and beautiful smiles. He wasn’t expecting that tomorrow, but he had to believe they’d get there one day. Will was his, and he was going to keep him right here in his arms for the rest of their lives.
Please, let me keep him…
12
WILL MONROE
Never in his life had he been so eager or so reluctant to get out of bed. He woke with his cheek pressed to Charlie’s chest, the man’s heart a steady thump under his ear. His leg was stretched across Charlie’s waist while Charlie’s morning wood poked his thigh. His own was pressed to Charlie’s hip, begging for attention.
Naturally, his sleepy brain conjured up countless memories of Charlie rolling toward him and taking their cocks together in his massive hand. He would stroke them in such a slow, lazy manner, as if they could spend all day in bed. No pleading, cursing, or urging on his part would speed him up. Charlie just brought them perfectly to completion and then had to practically carry him to the shower, because his body demanded sleep.
No. No. No.
He needed to get out of the bed.
It was bad enough that he’d suffered one weak moment and begged Charlie to fuck his brains out—which he’d done with his usual bone-melting skill. He was not going to succumb to the temptation of stringing this out to more than a one-time thing.
Very carefully, he braced his right forearm on the mattress and pushed up, sliding out from under the arm Charlie had across his shoulders. It was another matter trying to free his legs of the tangle of covers without falling onto the floor, but he managed without any cursing. His body was sore, and he hated to admit that it was the kind of well-worn, well-fucked sore.
Sex was never a problem for him and Charlie. They had meshed perfectly together from the very first night, and it got better every night after that.
