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Authors: Taylor V. Donovan
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sunglasses he was wearing made it impossible for Sam to read his
expression and gauge his mood.
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“I forgot to take my room key,” the Texan finally said. He
didn’t sound upset. Or sad.
“I noticed. You also forgot to take your phone.” Mac shrugged,
an almost imperceptible movement of his huge shoulders. “Why
didn’t you knock?”
“I didn’t mind being here for a while.”
Meaning he’d much rather sit on the hard floor for only the
gods knew how long than deal with Sam.
And who could blame him?
“How long’s a while?”
Another shrug. “Dunno… a little over an hour, I think.”
“Little over…?” Sam shut his mouth. Why the hell had he
stayed in that bathroom for so long? He watched Mac slowly get
up and grab a bag he hadn’t noticed before. “Did you eat?”
“No.”
“Want me to order something?” He asked, still trying to
assess Mac’s mood.
“I’m good.”
“Where did you go?” Jesus. What was he now? Mac’s mother?
“To do some shoppin’.”
Mac walked up to the door and waited patiently until Sam
moved out of the way and let him in. He left his bag on the
breakfast table and paused when he saw the paper Sam had left
next to his phone.
Glancing in Sam’s direction, he unfolded it and studied it for
what seemed to be weeks.
Sam almost went to him and yanked the goddamn sunglasses
away from his face.
“I know it was your idea,” Mac said in that soft, sexy as sin
drawl of his. “I remembered while I was out.”
“I remembered too,” he mumbled, sticking his hands in his
jeans pockets only to take them out seconds later and fold his
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arms across his chest. He was fucking squirming under what he
knew was Mac’s stare. He didn’t like it that he was, but he couldn’t
stop. “I texted you,” he blurted out. “Twice.”
“Did you, now?” Mac finally took off his sunglasses and
placed them on the table along with the drawing. By now Sam
should have been immune to Mac’s beautiful eyes, but the
moment he looked at him Sam fell prisoner to the piercing green
glare. “What did you say?”
“You can read it.”
“I guess I could.” But it was clear he wasn’t going to. The
bastard was going to make him say it.
“I asked you to come back.” He watched carefully as Mac
slowly approached him. “I said I’m sorry.”
“Are you really? Sorry?” Mac put his hands on each side of
Sam’s head, trapping him against the door and putting his mouth
next to Sam’s ear before speaking again. “Those things you said
to me, Sam, they were totally uncalled for.” Had he been able to
move, Sam would have pushed the other man away. Or maybe
pulled him closer so that he could feel Mac’s hard body pressed
to his.
Pushing into his.
But he was immobilized by the kitten’s heat and that unique
smell that Sam would recognize anywhere. It did things to him,
the way Mac smelled. It never failed to make him feel intoxicated,
and that was before the guy even touched him.
“I told you I’ve never done this.” Sam’s voice was a little
hoarse from both anxiety and arousal. He plastered his hands
against the door. It was that or grab Mac’s ass and grind himself
against the slightly taller man. “You knew I’m—”
“An arrogant prick with a knack for detrimental statements
whenever you feel a little shaken up.” Mac’s voice was low, and
his lips touched the shell of Sam’s ear. Lord, would he ever
shut up and kiss him? Sam swallowed hard and closed his eyes.
“But that ain’t gonna cut it this time, darlin’.” He caressed Sam’s
cheek, chin, and neck with the tip of his fingers, making it almost
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impossible for Sam to think. But he needed to think. He needed
to understand what it was that Mac was saying. Were they done?
Was Mac done with him?
“What’s gonna cut it, then?” He didn’t get an answer. What
he got was Mac’s lips, tongue, and teeth all over the side of his
neck, but still he kept his hard, muscular body away from Sam’s.
“It’s been only three months since we met,” Mac whispered,
all along doing wicked things with his tongue. “But not once
did I get the impression you’re the type of man that would do
somethin’ he doesn’t wanna do.” His tongue licked Sam’s Adam’s
apple before tracing his collarbone and inside his half open shirt
until it latched onto one of his nipples. Mac nibbled and sucked
on it hard enough to leave a mark, and Sam’s cock stiffened
painfully against his jeans. He couldn’t think of anything more
erotic than having his lover mark him. Not at the moment,
anyway. “And I know you aren’t impulsive either.”
Mac slid one of his powerful legs between Sam’s and moved
his tongue to the other nipple. Sam took a shuddering breath and
tried to pull Mac closer, but the guy wasn’t having it. Instead, he
grabbed Sam’s hands and held them against the door.
Months ago Sam would have balked at being overpowered by
Mac. Today his cock jumped in anticipation.
“Based on those facts, I can safely say you gave this vacation
a lot of thought before asking me to join you, and I know you
planned every minute of it.”
He moved Sam’s shirt to the side with his chin and bit the
curve of his shoulder, wrenching a needy whimper out of Sam
and making his cock pulse and leak precum.
“I know that, for reasons I don’t presume to understand,
you intended for everythin’ that’s happened here between us to
happen.” Sam closed his eyes and arched his body, desperate for
the full body contact Mac refused to give him. “And you did it
knowin’ you’d be violating the… shall we say provisions…of our
agreement.”
Mac moved his knee back and forth, massaging Sam’s balls
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through the thick material of his jeans. “Because somehow…
rules…just doesn’t ring well to me anymore. You knew I was
very much aware of the fact that you’ve been breaking your own
rules.” He caressed the inside of Sam’s wrists with his thumbs.
“Why else would you insist on remindin’ me twenty times a day
that being here didn’t change anythin’?” He pulled Sam’s earlobe
with his teeth. “I know you want me…”
Mac’s voice dropped an octave when he said that, and
finally he took pity on him and opened his fly. Sam sucked air
in, his stomach trembling in anticipation of a touch that never
materialized. But at least his dick wasn’t constricted by his jeans
anymore.
“And I know you wished you didn’t want me so much…”
Mac moved his knee higher, and as soon as his bare skin made
contact with Sam’s prick his legs shook violently. He needed to
come. Soon. “But you do. Don’t you darlin’?” His tongue was
tracing lazy patterns all over Sam’s neck. “You like to fuck me.
You like to have your mouth full of my cock…” He glued his
chest to Sam’s and looked at him straight in the eye. His lips were
moist, his cheeks flushed deep red, and his eyes were burning
with the same passion that threatened to consume Sam.
Still he didn’t take his cock and jerked him off. He didn’t get
down on his knees to take Sam in his mouth. He didn’t even kiss
him.
“You like to bury that amazing cock of yours deep in my ass
and you love it when I squeeze it and throb around it…”
Sam couldn’t take it anymore. He threw his head back and
ground himself against Mac’s thigh, so desperate to come he
didn’t give a shit he was whimpering and moaning and ready to
beg for some release.
But he didn’t have to, because Mac grabbed his cock with one
hand and his head with the other and forced Sam to open his
eyes and look at him.
“You know this pleasure I give you is not somethin’ you’ll
easily find with another lay, and I think there’s a chance you might
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be worried about me wantin’ to get with somebody else.” He
trapped Sam’s lower lip between his teeth and pulled at it softly,
not releasing it even when he talked again. “And that’s why you
decided to design us matchin’ tattoos darlin’. Not because I’m the
fuckin’ flavor of the month, and you damn well know it.”
Mac slid his hand down and grabbed Sam’s ass. He pressed
one finger against his clenching opening and jerked him off with
his other hand. The strokes were confident. They came from
knowing all of Sam’s triggers.
Mac opened his mouth over Sam’s and assaulted him with his
tongue.
Wet and deep.
Sam was lost. A stroke of the kitten’s tongue over his and
two fast pulls at his dick and he was spraying hot seed all over
Mac’s hand and thigh, reduced to nothing but a shivering mass
of owned male.
“I’m done playin’ by your rules, Sam.”
He wanted to ask Mac what he meant by that, but his tongue
felt heavy and unresponsive, and his chest hurt.
Was he having a damn stroke? But why would he? He was
only thirty-three and he was healthy.
Jesus.
He watched what he ate and worked out on a regular basis
and…no, it had to be something else. His thoughts were coherent
and he was able to move.
He put his arm around Mac’s waist and rested his head on his
shoulder, close enough to the neck for him to bury his nose in it
and inhale that spicy warm scent he’d become so familiar with.
“Sam, are you listenin’ to me?”
No.
He hugged the guy closer and breathed him in deeper.
If Mac was saying what Sam thought he was…what he
himself would be saying were he in Mac’s position, then he
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wasn’t listening. He wasn’t ready to. He thought he was. That he
would be when the time came, but he wasn’t ready to hear that
they were done.
He didn’t care to hear that.
He moved a little, just enough to cup Mac’s prick with his
hand and to feel the finger the guy had yet to remove from his
hole. Mac wasn’t soft, but he wasn’t hard either, which in Sam’s
eyes was a sign for bad things to come.
Up to that point, Sam’s seed had had the effect of an
aphrodisiac on Mac; the sight and smell of it never failing to
drive his guy crazy with lust. But now his thigh and hand were
covered in it and he wasn’t even glancing in that direction.
Sam’s spunk wasn’t doing anything for him.
So that was it, then.
The kitten didn’t want him anymore.
“It’s getting late,” Sam’s voice sounded hoarse when he
managed to get the words out. “We need to get ready to leave.”
Not looking at Mac, he tucked his spent cock inside his boxers
and wiped his hands on his jeans. It had been earth shattering
when he came, but now he was feeling exposed.
Months ago, he would have been more than fine with a quick
hand job. Hell, he would have insisted on it. But Mac had made
sex amazing after years of settling for impersonal fucks, and now
that it was obvious his guy wasn’t looking to get anything from
Sam, he felt cheap and empty.
Cheated out of the best part of his encounters with this
magnificent man.
The fact that the best part was watching Mac’s beautiful face
while he came was what made Sam realize he was in way over his
head.
He needed to get out of there.
The moment he tried to step around him the Texan put his
hand on Sam’s chest. It was still covered on his spunk, and a little
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shaky. Why was his guy shaking?
“Is this your answer?” Mac’s voice was so low and apprehensive
it twisted Sam’s guts.
“To what?” he whispered, noticing how pale the guy looked.
How unsure. “I didn’t get a question from you.” Was it possible
that Mac was willing to forgive him? “You just said you’re done
playing by my rules.”
“So you assumed I was done with you?” His voice was a
rumble now, as if he didn’t like the conclusion Sam had jumped
to.
“You’ve a right to be. After—”
“Do you want me to be?” One thing about Mac, he could
only tolerate so much of Sam’s evasiveness, and it was clear at the
moment he was having none of it.
“I don’t.” Not only did Mac deserve his honesty, but Sam
wouldn’t have it any other way between them. Keeping his
thoughts and feelings quiet had been the beginning of the end
of his marriage, and he didn’t want to subject whatever it was he
had with Mac to the same treatment. “But you said—”
“That I was done playing by your rules, meaning they need to
be revised!” Mac raked his fingers through his hair.
“So what do you suggest?” Mac was being all gentlemanly
again by not mentioning the reason why those rules needed to be
revised, but they both knew. Sam knew he hadn’t been sticking
to them.
“I…” Mac looked startled, like he hadn’t expected for Sam to