Dex didn’t hold back, screaming into the music-filled air, cursing up a storm as he came against his chest and Sloane’s hand. Sloane milked him of every drop until Dex was a quivering mess, sagging against him, his breath as ragged as Sloane’s. Dex lolled his head to one side, and Sloane kissed him, his tongue slipping between Dex’s
soft lips, drawing out a moan.
“That was kind of intense, huh?” Dex snapped his fingers, and the music turned off.
Sloane chuckled. “I think you have a music kink.”
“Hey, nothing wrong with a little mood music.”
“Oh, I’m not complaining,” Sloane promised. “It’s hot as hell.”
“I can’t move,” Dex groaned. “You fucked me numb.”
Sloane laughed. “I’ll take care of it.” He got up and gently laid Dex on the bed before heading into the bathroom to wash his hands and grab a soft cloth, which he ran under warm water. When Sloane got back to the bed, Dex had his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted in a sweet, almost shy, smile. His face was still flushed, and he was already asleep. How was it possible to love someone this much? It was pretty scary.
Sloane very carefully cleaned Dex up, smiling when Dex stirred, his voice dreamy as he hummed.
“You’re so good to me.”
Bending over, Sloane kissed Dex, who sighed against his lips.
“Mm, upside-down Spiderman kiss.”
“You’re such a dork,” Sloane said with a soft laugh.
“And you love it.”
“I do. Now get up, get dressed, and come downstairs. I’ll make you some breakfast.” Sloane returned the towel to the bathroom, ignoring Dex’s grumbling at having to get up, but when Sloane returned, Dex was pulling on a pair of orange boxer briefs, followed by the black V-neck T-shirt Sloane had left on the armchair last night. The shirt used to hang long and loose on Dex. Now, not so much. Sloane let out a groan.
“What?” Dex asked, running a hand through his disheveled hair, his pouty lips quirking up on one side.
“Can you at least put on some pants? I want to be able to cook you breakfast without the possibility of setting myself on fire because I’m distracted by your ass and the way you look in my T-shirt.”
With a laugh, Dex walked to the dresser and grabbed a pair of old jeans. They were faded, fit snugger than they used to, and were torn on his knees and under his left asscheek.
“Better?”
Sloane narrowed his eyes. “Just get that bubble butt downstairs, you troublemaker.”
“Hey, I resemble that remark.”
Sloane let out a playful growl, and Dex yelped before taking off downstairs, Sloane on his tail. He caught Dex before he reached the kitchen, grabbing him and lifting him off his feet, making him laugh. Sloane lived for that sound. It was full, rich, and genuine. When Dex laughed, it formed little creases at the corners of his beautiful eyes. Sloane put him on his feet, and popped a kiss on his lips before heading into the kitchen.
Dex went about making his latte while Sloane got started on breakfast. Thankfully, he managed to do so without incident.
“Everyone got back to me about tonight. They said they’d be there, so I texted Bradley to let him know to expect us around eight,” Dex said before taking a sip of his coffee, then releasing a moan that went straight to Sloane’s groin every time. He placed the plate with a breakfast sandwich in front of Dex and earned himself a dreamy sigh. “Sexy and a great cook. How did I get so lucky?”
Sloane took a seat beside Dex and turned on his tablet while Dex ate. He held back a smile. “Hm, funny that. I’m pretty sure two days ago you said I had—what was the word you used? That’s right, cuckolded. I had cuckolded you, and was trying to kill you with my food. Where did that word even come from?”
Dex narrowed his eyes at Sloane. “I’d just finished reading one of Hudson’s smut novels. Cuckolded was used several times, and Lady Amelia’s husband was totally onto something. Like him, I had been cuckolded by my love! You said you were making breakfast burritos. I expected some yummy burrito goodness in my mouth, and instead I bit into a load of birdseed. There was birdseed in my burrito, Sloane. Why was there birdseed in my delicious breakfast burrito instead of bacon and cheese?”
“I already told you, it was quinoa.”
“It was birdseed. And I don’t care what you say, seaweed belongs in the ocean. Do I look like a mermaid to you? Do mermaids eat seaweed? Never mind. Stop trying to feed me things that have no right being called food.”
Sloane hid his smile behind his mug, but there was no way he could keep his shoulders from shaking. Dex bit off a huge chunk of his sandwich, then stilled.
“There’s bacon and cheese in this,” Dex said around a mouthful of food.