The Fix Is In (Torus Intercession 4)

He sucked in a breath. “Are you sure?”

“So sure.”

“That’s fast, right?”

“I’m over worrying about that.”

“You are?”

I nodded.

“What made you change your mind?”

“We’re both grownups.”

Benji grimaced like he wasn’t so sure.

“We are,” I stated with conviction. “And you know yourself, I know me so… we’re good.”

“Well said,” Nash called over.

“All you can do is try,” Rais chimed in as well.

“Okay,” Benji sighed, smiling at me, reaching for me, taking my face in his hands. “Let’s try. I’m ready.”

“Yeah?” I was so afraid I was having a great dream I was going to wake up from.

“Yes,” he said, leaning forward to kiss me.

“Awww, lookit you guys,” Cooper said fondly as he walked into the office. “Why’re you on the floor?”

I blocked him out, along with everything but kissing Benji Grace and sealing the deal on the rest of my life.

Breaking the kiss, he looked at me. “Did you know Delly’s coming to live with us?”

Like I cared. “Sounds great,” I answered, and kissed him again.

Technically, Delly was going to live in the dorms, but I let Benji know that the guest room was all hers as well. He seemed very pleased, and loved my plan to visit Sian as soon as her son, Vladimir, was born. Checking in with Harold and Chief Brasher was also something he was looking forward to.

“They’re all so nice,” was all he could manage to get out since I was peeling him out of his suit pants, having already left his jacket downstairs, along with his dress shirt which I’d unbuttoned and dropped. I didn’t rip it off him, because first, even though this was about to be hot and fast, I wasn’t manhandling him, and second, ripping a shirt off only happened in the movies. Real people had small children and pets; buttons strewn about the floor were a choking hazard.

“They are nice,” I echoed, going down on one knee to slide his briefs and pants down his legs at once, angling his hardened cock into my mouth at the same time.

“Shaw,” he whimpered, hands in my hair as I had him lift first one foot, then the other, so he didn’t get tangled up in his clothes. I didn’t worry about the socks; it was Chicago in December after all.

Letting his cock slip free, I backed him up to the bed, toppled him over, and stood there, staring down at him with the full understanding that he was mine.

“Jesus,” he moaned, “please look at me like this for the rest of my life.”

“I plan to,” I admitted, my voice hoarse and rough, flipping him over on his stomach. “Don’t move,” I ordered.

“Yessir,” he whispered, his breath catching in anticipation.

Going around the bed, I got the lube and was back, crouching down, parting his cheeks, hearing his gasp before I licked over his puckered hole.

“Shaw!”

I did it again, and again, and the pleading began in earnest, for me to fuck him, as he stroked his own cock.

Unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans with one hand, I used the other to pop open the cap on the lube, get my dick out, and begin slicking it up as quickly as possible. “We never had the whole discussion about condoms and needing them or not,” I said, sliding a slippery finger deep into his ass.

“I’ve never done—fuck—without one before you,” he confessed, pushing back on my finger, trying to get it in deeper.

His moan was filthy and loud when I added a second finger; the third caused mewling and words I didn’t catch.

“If you don’t hurry,” he nearly snarled at me, “I’m going to––”

“What?” I goaded him as I had once in his kitchen. “What’re you gonna do?”

“Beg louder,” he cried and shouted my name when I pressed inside of him, stretching him around me in slow increments. Never would I just shove inside. I would never hurt him; he was the love of my life.

Bent in half, facedown on the comforter, hands bunched in it, holding tight, when I slid back and then plunged forward again, he met the thrust so I was buried to the hilt.

“I’m good. I’m ready and willing and all yours,” he panted, and because there was trust there, I used him hard, pistoning in and out, the pace I set both ravenous and unrelenting.

Always, there was my name, like a prayer, and in the midst of the pounding I delivered I felt him tightening, bearing down, and I knew he was close.

When I came, I straightened him up, yanking him back, the manhandling so he was nearly impaled on my cock, and he climaxed with a yell, his own semen on his fist and mine dripping down the inside of his thighs.

Once I could move, I put him gently back on the bed and went to get a washcloth to clean him up. It took seconds, and when I returned, I saw how wide his eyes were.