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“Goddamnit.” Quick grunted again, when the last of his tremors wracked his big frame. His head spun like he’d just gotten off his favorite ride. He guessed technically he did. Now he needed Cayson’s mouth. He squirmed, reared, and twisted until his feet were back at the foot of the bed and he and Cayson were kissing and murmuring to each other again. Their noses bumped and nudged while they went at each other from every angle. The eagerness of their connection was gone now that they were sated, replaced by delicate, slow fingertips fleetingly dancing over flushed skin. The gestures were so loving and comforting that Quick was fully relaxed in a lover’s embrace for the first time in ages.
“Sleep,” Quick said after a few minutes of just hugging.
“Okay.” Cayson got up and went to the bathroom and Cayson watched that sexy, pale ass sway naturally all the way until the bathroom door closed. Joe, you are one dumb ass motherfucker.
Quick took the time to go downstairs and double check the doors. He took his 9mm from under the pillow on the couch and brought it upstairs. That showed how much his head was completely focused on Cayson, because he’d never left his gun anywhere. He hurried back upstairs when he heard the water shut off, anxious to sleep in Cayson’s comfortable bed instead of on that couch. He pushed the weapon under the pillow closest to the stairs. If Cayson was used to sleeping on this side, he was going to have to get used to sleeping on the inside. If anyone came into his doctor’s home, they’d have to get through him to get to him.
Cayson ignored what side Quick was lying on and climbed over him to settle in. With one arm tucked under his pillow, keeping his burner close, he let Cayson curl into his side. He leaned down and kissed the top of Cayson’s head. “Night, Cays.”
Cayson’s reply was music to his ears. “Mmm. Night, Rome.”
Quick
Quick hadn’t slept so soundly in a long time. He peeked an eye open just enough to see it was daybreak. It was definitely early, because the warm, orange glow from the sunrise was filtering through the blinds. His internal time clock told him it wasn’t even six yet.
“It’s Saturday, go back to sleep,” Cayson mumbled against Quick’s pec, where his head had remained the entire night.
Quick rumbled a content agreement in his chest and Cayson snuggled up closer. He threw his leg up higher on Quick’s body, bumping his morning wood.
“Well.” Cayson chuckled sleepily. “Good morning.”
“See what you do to me,” Quick said, rolling into Cayson’s warmth.
“I’m pretty sure that would happen whether I was here or not.”
“True. But I don’t usually do anything about it.”
“Are you saying you want to?”
Quick hugged Cayson. “Nope. I just want to lay here with you a little while longer. That’s all I need.”
“What if I want to?” Cayson challenged cheekily.
“Then I’m all yours.”
“I’ll be right back.”
Quick propped one knee up, the sheets pooling and tenting between his legs. He put his hands behind his head and reclined back to wait. He’d wait all damn day. He had a mind to pull out his phone and go back to the YouTube channel where he’d found that porno, but shook his head. He was going to do whatever felt good. He knew the important stuff. Be considerate, use a condom, lots of lube, and stretch Cayson properly before he dared to penetrate him.
Damn, if Duke wasn’t with Vaughan, Quick would be throwing questions at his best friend like a ninja threw knives, but it was too awkward. Through the whole conversation, he’d be too busy to take notes, because he’d be consumed with trying not to picture Duke doing those things to his son. So it was just him and the World Wide Web.
Quick’s dick was still rock hard, as if it knew it had a job to do. He grinned to himself thinking about what he and Cayson could do today. He hoped the man wasn’t ready to send him home yet. Quick didn’t want to wear out his welcome – as his grandfather used to say – but they still had a lot of learning and talking to do. Quick hadn’t wanted to broach the subject of his rough childhood or his job too much at dinner. Some of the details could be scary, so he’d taken Vaughan’s advice and tried to be a good listener. He’d only told Cayson why he became a bounty hunter, and then he moved off that topic as fast as he could. Quick heard the shower turn on, and groaned, mildly annoyed. “You already smell fine, Cays.” Rolling his eyes, he slid his jeans on over his bare ass and fought to shove his erect dick inside the confined space as well. He was thirsty and in need of caffeine. His mouth was dry and tasteless from the scotch last night, and the thought of nasty morning breath had him up and in search of some flavor to coat his cottonmouth.
