“You seem to be getting around well, so I should probably get out of your hair.”

Surprised, Shane rolled his head on the back of the couch to look at Quinn. “You said you’d take care of me this weekend.” He tried to pull off a blatantly needy expression and couldn’t hold it as a smile broke through. “So you have to stay and you know, do stuff.”

“Like what kind of stuff?” Quinn’s mouth twitched, his eyes gleaming.

“Make sure I don’t roll out of the bed tonight. Wash me in the shower in the morning. Feed me breakfast.”

“Yeah, I was worried you wouldn’t be able to reach your ass or your mouth with your massive wound.”

Shane laughed and wrapped an arm around Quinn’s neck to pull him close for a kiss. When Quinn stiffened up, he knew it had everything to do with the scary bodyguard in his kitchen. He whispered into his ear, “So, where should we stick Royce so you’ll stay the night?”

“I’ll stay,” Quinn said softly. He gave him a better, more relaxed kiss. “He can stay on the couch. But we have to be good. I think your dad heard us last night. He was cool about it, though.”

“That’s because he’s a great dad. But watch out—he wants to see me settled down badly. He may try to wine and dine you.”

“So there was an ulterior motive to the fantastic bacon and pancakes?”

“He always made an awesome breakfast and does spoil me, I’ll admit. But yeah, there was probably just a little bit of an underhanded motive.” He paused. “Let’s put him on the roof.”

“Your dad?”

Shane snickered. “No, the man I can hear exploring the staircase.”

Quinn snorted. “He’d probably like it up there, but Royce takes his job very seriously, so he’ll want to be closest to the door.”

“He’ll want to be closest to you. He loves you.”

The startled look on Quinn’s face just then surprised him.

“Surely you know that.”

“I know he likes me, but I’m not sure about love.”

“Trust me, he cares. But not in the wants to crawl into bed with you way like I do.” That didn’t make much sense, so he chuckled as he realized the painkiller was definitely kicking in. And Quinn smelled so good and his skin was so warm. He nuzzled into Quinn’s neck. “I really want to crawl into bed with you right now, and I do not want to be good. So we gotta figure out where to put the dark lord.”

“Don’t let him hear you call him that. He’d like it too much.”

“You know what I’d like right now?”

Quinn pulled back to look at him and nodded, smiling. “Yeah, I think I do. Let me see if I can get Royce to, I don’t know, put in earplugs or something.” His gaze dropped to Shane’s mouth and his voice lowered. “You have the naughtiest grin. It’s so damn hot.”

“Yeah? Tell me what else is hot.” He pulled him back, trying to tug Quinn onto his lap.

“Hold on there, cowboy. Why don’t you go into your room and I’ll talk to Royce.”

“Cowboy. I like that. Want me to get naked and put on the boots?”

Quinn snorted again, stood and pulled him to his feet. He planted a hard, fast kiss onto his lips and pushed him toward the bedroom. “Naked, yes. Boots, no.”

“There you go with that toppy voice again. Did I tell you how hot that makes me?” Shane turned and gave Quinn the grin that he knew the man couldn’t resist and gave him a toppy voice of his own. “Hurry. And undress as soon as you step into the room.”

He turned to find Royce standing there trying to keep a straight face. He looked over his shoulder at Quinn who just rolled his eyes and pointed toward the bedroom.

Shane hurried, not really giving a flying fuck where Royce ended up. He wasn’t in pain now, and all he wanted was Quinn in his bed. More than he wanted to breathe. He ripped off his clothes, leaving them in a heap near the door and carefully sat on the edge of the bed, bouncing a little to test his thigh. It hurt—he hadn’t taken enough medicine to kill it entirely—but not enough to deter him.

Quinn came into the room and firmly shut the door behind him. “I kicked him out for an hour.”

“Only an hour?”

He grinned and tugged his T-shirt over his head.

“Royce actually left?” Color him surprised.

“Nah, he’s hanging outside, watching the building. I didn’t want him in the condo for this.” He finished undressing and stalked to the bed, naked and beautiful, his dick already hard and leaking. “How’s your ass?”

“I’ll show you how my ass is,” Shane growled, pulling Quinn down to straddle his lap. That condo remark sounded very promising. “Why? You want back in it?”

“Of course I do, but that’s not exactly why I asked.”

Shane was barely listening to him as he ran his fingers over all the warm skin he could reach. He wrapped his hand around Quinn’s cock and spread the pre-come around with his thumb. A low, needy sound came from Quinn that made Shane’s toes curl into the rug.

“Is it hurting you?” Quinn asked even as he nuzzled into Shane’s hair. “Me sitting here?”

“My thigh is fine. Certainly fine enough for this.” He stretched up to put his lips on Quinn’s neck. “I love the way you smell. And you have the silkiest skin I’ve ever felt.” He opened his mouth over and over again on all that soft flesh. “Fuck, love the way you taste.”

Quinn made that noise again and plastered himself against him, wrapping his arms around Shane’s neck, then crushing his lips down on Shane’s. Quinn thrust his fingers into the hair on the back of Shane’s head to hold him close.

Shane’s toes curled again at the hunger he could actually taste in that kiss. He ran his hands up and down Quinn’s ribs, tilting his head and opening wider for Quinn, who instantly made the kiss deeper. Hotter. Quinn kissed like it would be the last time he got to and it scrambled Shane’s mind. His tongue stroked slowly, mimicking sex in a way that had heat pooling low and deep in Shane’s groin. His cock ached.

Quinn pulled back, his blue eyes at half-mast behind those sexy glasses. “You okay?” His hands came around to cup Shane’s cheeks and neck.

The gesture was so caring, so…intimate, he couldn’t breathe for a moment. He lifted his hand and laid it on the back of Quinn’s. “Get up,” he whispered. “And get the condom and lube.”

He stood but didn’t move to comply right away. “This time, I want you. In me. I want to try that again.”

The trust he was giving Shane humbled him even as it ramped up the lust tearing through him. “You sure?”

Quinn nodded, his hands curled into fists. “Yeah, I am. What would be the best way with your thigh?”

All the possibilities rolled through his mind like the best kind of porn. He reached out and stroked Quinn’s dick again, watching as he hissed and thrust into his hand. As his hands opened and closed. “I should be on the bottom.”

He stilled. “But I really want—”

“I didn’t say I’d be the bottom this time. I just think it would be best this first time with you on top. That way, you can control how you want it. How hard…how deep.”

Quinn’s Adam’s apple bobbed with his hard swallow and he was on Shane again.

He parted his lips and slashed them over Shane’s, licking into his mouth, his hands running over his neck, shoulders, and back. He grinded on him in a way that had sweat breaking out all over Shane’s body. He groaned and bit Quinn’s bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, causing an answering moan to vibrate from Quinn, who again rubbed against him and thrust his tongue back into Shane’s mouth.

Shane couldn’t keep his hand off that beautiful prick and pushed it between them, circled his fingers and squeezed, loving the way Quinn hissed into his mouth. He pulled back, eyes dark as he rocked his hips so his dick slid in Shane’s fist. With his other hand, he removed Quinn’s glasses and stretched to set them on the nightstand. When he moved, Quinn came with him and he grinned, knowing he probably looked like the big, bad wolf about now.

He wanted to sink into this man more than anything.

When he let go, Quinn made a disappointed sound and Shane felt a wave of lust so strong, he couldn’t stop himself from going back in. At this rate, they wouldn’t make it to the condom part of the program.

Tongues lashed and hands roamed and fingers dug into muscles. Quinn bit down on his collarbone as Shane groaned again. His dick was so hard, it ached and his eyes rolled back in his head as Quinn sucked on his skin. Then he suddenly stood and instead of pushing Shane to his back, he gestured for him to sit up against his headboard.

Shane moved slowly, taking in the way those blue eyes raked over him. He could almost see the desire thrumming through Quinn as he shook with need. He turned and rummaged in the drawer for the condom and lube and Shane’s exhale was shaky and rough as his gaze dropped to Quinn’s ass. His ass, like him, was slim and firm and it drove Shane crazy.

“Stay there,” Quinn ordered. “And let me do the work.”

Still, Quinn looked a little nervous as he came to the bed and straddled Shane’s thighs. He rolled the condom on Shane and Shane had to grit his teeth because Quinn took his time putting it on, slowly rolling it down, then stroking lube from the tip down. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it so much, Shane couldn’t take his eyes away from him as he stroked him with a firm fist, squeezing at the top and watching it pop through his fist. Each time he did it, Shane gasped.

“You have such a beautiful dick.” Quinn said—he seemed to be mesmerized.

Shane couldn’t take his eyes off that gorgeous face as something inside him burst and flooded his chest with warmth. He started breathing harder and it wasn’t only from that slow, delicious slide of his hand, no. It was his expression and his need and his trust and it all built up inside Shane until his breath actually stopped.

Because he wanted to make this good for him so badly, he was actually nervous. Like this had changed from something as simple as sex into something so much more profound that Shane knew this was going to scare the hell out of him later. But now, now he just wanted Quinn.

“I love your body,” Quinn whispered. “It’s…I can’t think of the right word. One word anyway.” He still had ahold of Shane’s dick. “No, I know. Mouthwatering. You’re really fucking gorgeous, Shane.”

But he was the gorgeous one and Shane knew he didn’t feel that way about himself at all. He tugged Quinn’s hand off his cock and ignored the pull in his thigh as he jerked him close and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him so close he could feel the man’s heart beating against his chest. “You take my breath away,” he said as he dragged his fingers down Quinn’s back. “I want inside you so badly.”

Quinn grabbed the lube and came up on his knees, still straddling Shane. He poured lube on Shane’s fingers and guided his hand under him. The move was so fucking erotic, Shane held his breath as he touched him. He circled his fingers over puckered skin, spreading the lube and learning how he felt and when he pushed a finger inside, he went slowly, not once taking his gaze off Quinn’s face. Shane loved the glasses but Quinn was pretty without them—actually pretty. His eyes were a bright, bright blue, his chin square, his lips lush. And when he really smiled, one dimple popped in his cheek.

But right now, he wasn’t smiling. His lips were parted, his eyes half-closed and he stared at Shane and panted.

“Okay?” Shane breathed, then kissed his chin.

“More than,” he growled back, then gasped when Shane put two fingers in him and pushed them deeper. This time, his eyes widened and Shane knew what he was feeling, remembered that first uncomfortable feeling. He slowed his movements until he was still inside him, letting him get used to the intrusion.

The lube made everything slick. He was hot and silky inside. He clenched around Shane’s fingers and this time, Shane groaned because he wanted in there with his cock. Now. But he knew he had to take this slowly, knew that Quinn’s experiences with this sort of sex hadn’t been great. Not everyone enjoyed taking a cock in this way, and Shane had been with a lot of men who preferred hands and mouths. One guy had only liked to frot. That was it—not even kiss. Shane had not gone for a repeat with him. He loved frotting, but he also loved kissing and going without that would never work for him.

But he had a feeling with Quinn. A big one. Something told him that if Quinn relaxed enough and they took their time, this would be something the man would enjoy.

Plus, he wanted to rock his fucking world. Even if they had to take things slow this time. He had to anyway with his damn thigh.

Quinn began moving up and down on his fingers.

“Is it getting better?”

“It wasn’t bad. Just different.” He slid up and down again and this time, he gasped. “I like it, though. Starting to like it more. Oh, God. A lot more.” He came down a little harder.

Fuck, he was hot and the faint surprise and honesty in his tone was scorching. Shane pulled his fingers almost out, then pushed them back in and crooked them and Quinn just…came apart.

“Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck. Do that again!”

He did and he couldn’t take his eyes off Quinn as he began to fuck himself on his fingers again. Then Quinn came down to kiss him, devouring his mouth, getting more and more worked up until Shane felt like he might die if he didn’t get inside him. “Can you take another finger?”

“No, I want you. Fuck, I want you so much. Now.” He lifted up until Shane’s fingers came out of him and speared his hands into Shane’s hair and scooched forward. “Now!”

Demanding Quinn blew his fucking mind; Shane grasped his dick and aimed it at Quinn’s entrance as he closed his eyes and counted to try and calm himself down. But Quinn had other ideas as he pushed down on him. He grasped his hips to try and direct him some more, but he was so damn turned on, he could hardly focus. Quinn was gasping and cursing, and Shane stared up at his face to make sure the cursing was the good kind. Fuck, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt the man or make him hate sex for life. He didn’t think he had a magic dick or anything like that, but they had insane chemistry and he’d hoped with time and care, he could make it good for him.

Shane knew exactly when he hit that sweet spot, because Quinn threw his head back and grabbed Shane’s shoulders. “Yes!” he yelled.

Shane forgot all about his stupid wound then as he speared up into Quinn, holding on to his hips and putting his mouth anywhere he could touch. Quinn tasted like salt from the sweat that slicked their bodies and he was so damn delicious, Shane wanted to eat him. Then, Quinn leaned back on his hands, bit down on that swollen bottom lip, rolled his hips, and let out a long, blistering, carnal groan.

Shane saw stars.

He gasped and watched, shocked as Quinn found a rhythm and position that must have flat-out worked for him, because he was stunning as he gasped and writhed and clenched that hot, delicious ass on Shane’s dick. Shane shuddered, astonished at the sight Quinn made. So raw and beautiful that his heart rose up into his throat and lodged there. He couldn’t look away as the younger man lost himself in pleasure. Then he knew what would send him over that much more.

Shane grabbed the lube and covered his hand. He reached out and stroked his wet hand up and down Quinn’s dick and the shout that left the man’s throat reverberated in Shane’s chest. He wanted to force that noise out of Quinn over and over. Quinn’s head fell back, his long neck bare and Shane wished he could put his mouth there right as Quinn clenched around his dick and shot. And shot. And shot.

That sent Shane over with him, pleasure streaking through his body like lightning. He shuddered and quaked and held on to Quinn with clenched fingers, unable to shut his eyes even as the intense bliss pulled at his eyelids and his lungs.

And his heart.

Even as he gasped and tried to find his air, he reeled with the knowledge that he was in love with Quinn Lake.