Melting Point by Kate Meader Page B

motions.
    â€œYeah, just . . . let’s take it slow.”
    And then he couldn’t speak anymore, just stroke in, stroke out, each pump pushing him deeper. The stretch was unreal, the sensation of being completely filled unlike anything he had ever experienced. An aching burn flooded his ass, and Gage prayed for that moment when it turned sweet. It had to get better, it had to turn sweeter, fucking hell, it had to, and, oh, God, within seconds it happened. Brady’s cockhead rolled against that perfect spot inside Gage, and yes, there it was. No pain now, just a sensory overload that radiated everywhere. He could usually never come from fingers inside him or without some other friction, but hell if his body had forgotten that pesky detail.
    Coming like this would be entirely possible.
    Brady took over, and even with his arm in a sling, his strength as he fucked from below was awe-inspiring. Gage leaned in, his hand clutching the headboard, angling for a better view. They both watched the spot where their bodies connected, riveted by that thick, erotic slide.
    Brady continued to thrust, long, hard, consuming, and claiming every inch inside Gage.
    â€œYour ass, Gage—so tight—so good. Fuckin’ love it.”
    His eyes locked onto Gage, the ecstasy in his expression making his mouth hard with lust. But there was more in their sealed gazes. There was the pure intimacy of looking at someone. Truly seeing him and knowing that this was the person you were meant for.
    Getting more comfortable with the sensation of invasion, Gage squeezed around that thick shaft. The groan he dragged from his man’s throat was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. Nothing beat this feeling of having the man you loved deep inside you, his body becoming one with yours on every blistering stroke.
    Sex with someone you love—who the fuck knew?
    He hadn’t missed Brady’s slip of the tongue earlier over dinner. I’ll love you while you’re hot, followed by that panicked look of busted . Gage could wait. He had untold reserves of patience.
    But not where his pleasure was concerned. Their mouths united in a crash, a precursor to needing every other part of them to be joined. Chests, hips. Hearts. Considering the man had once had reservations about kissing, he had come a long way. This was a kiss Gage would never forget as Brady poured every ounce of his usually tightly reined emotion into Gage.
    Brady broke away. “I think— fuuuck, I needto come, Gage.”
    â€œLet go, baby. I’ve got you.”
    Brady lurched up, shuddered, and even with the condom, Gage could feel the pulse of his orgasm spurting inside him. And with it, his heart grew to ten times its normal size. Yeah, this was the real deal for sure. Gage was all in.
    Only then did he come in a hot, wild, jerky mess all over his beautiful boyfriend’s body.

chapter ten

    M OANS, LOW AND KEENING, woke Gage up, and it took him a moment to figure out that the noise was coming from Brady.
    â€œNo,” he moaned.
    The dim glow of a streetlight spilling through the window caught beads of sweat as they coursed down Brady’s temples.
    â€œBrady, it’s okay.”
    No response, just a further exhortation to whoever was messing with him in Dream Land to get the fuck away.
    Gage turned to face him fully and rested a palm on Brady’s good shoulder. With no warning, and with the crack-whip force of a lightning strike, Brady shot up straight, cupped Gage’s throat, and squeezed. His black eyes flew open, unseeing, and as Gage instinctively withdrew, Brady’s hand tightened in reflex. Not a killer grip just yet, but sure as hell getting there.
    â€œWhat do you want?” he snapped in a voice that didn’t sound like Brady. Or vaguely human.
    â€œIt’s Gage.”
    â€œWho?”
    â€œGage. Your guy.”
    Blinking once, twice, Brady unhinged his paw from Gage’s