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They didn’t have a large discrepancy in their
height. Noah was six-three while Mateo had been six foot-even. But, standing
there, in that shower, Noah towered over his husband. I almost lost him. Noah bent his head and pressed his lips to
Mateo’s. Wrapping his arm around his husband, he deepened the kiss. Desperation
and need burst through Noah’s system. He moaned against his husband’s mouth.
“I could have lost you,” he whispered across Mateo’s lips. “I fucked up so bad.”
“I could have lost you because you decided to make
decisions for me.” Mateo stared up at him. “You could have lost me because you
were too stubborn.”
Noah pressed his forehead to Mateo’s. “I thought I
was doing the right thing.”
“I’m made of stern stuff, love,” Mateo replied.
“You can’t keep me in bubble wrap all the time. I need to breathe.”
“You’re right.” He sighed. “You’re right.” He
kissed Mateo once more. “Tell me if I hurt you?”
Mateo nodded. “Always.”
Noah turned him to face the wall so not to get the
bandage wet. He reached out to the medicine cabinet above the sink and grabbed
his bottle of lube. Mateo cocked a brow and Noah shrugged. “What? I get lonely
when I’m not with you.”
Mateo gave a soft chuckle. “Sure.”
Noah grunted. “I’d never fuck around on you.” He
smacked Mateo’s ass. “You know that.”
“I don’t really know what you do.” Mateo's mouth curled in a sardonic smirk. “For all I know you have orgies here every time you
go on a, ‘mission.’”
“Fuck that. Not when I know your sweet, tight ass
is waiting for me at home.” He groaned palming Mateo’s ass. “And, I’ve missed
you.”
His husband gasped. “Noah...”
Coming in July 2019...
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