“Damn, Wiley, that was so good.”
“Yes,” Wiley licked his lips. “It was.”
Baer rolled him over and took his lips in a kiss that made them both moan. He kissed Wiley’s smooth jaw and down his neck. Wiley wore a T-shirt, and Baer nuzzled through the soft cotton to nip at his nipples.
“You don’t have to reciprocate. I enjoyed that.”
“I want to. I told you, I love the feel of you in my mouth.” He kept moving until he got to Wiley’s jeans. He slowly worked the fly open as he dropped kisses. Wiley wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his curly pubes tickled Baer’s nose. He inhaled, taking in the warm, musky scent of Wiley there. Tugging the jeans, he freed that gorgeous, surprising cock. Wiley was built small everywhere but here, and Baer liked being the only one to know that. Of course, Wiley’s other lovers had discovered it, but nobody else here knew that his Wiley packed a punch.
He ran his tongue down the smooth, silky skin, smiling against it when Wiley gasped above him. When he took that cock into his mouth, Wiley let out a soft cry, his hands grasping the bedding on either side of him.
Baer made love to his erection, licking and sucking, using his hand at the base to squeeze tight. He wanted this to last. Wanted that smooth skin in his mouth forever. Wiley thrust up into his throat and he swallowed around him. More soft sounds came from Wiley as he writhed on the bed.
“You’re so good at that,” Wiley gasped out, his hands moving to Baer’s head. “So damn good.”
“Not good enough if you can still talk,” Baer whispered before taking him deep again. He felt Wiley swell in his mouth and he tugged at his sac, working to ward off Wiley finishing because Baer wanted more of this. He loved it so much. He worked his tongue around Wiley, letting the saliva build until Wiley was nice and slick and it dripped down to his balls. He increased the suction and Wiley shuddered beneath him, groaning long and low. That guttural sound made Baer’s belly clench.
Wiley was so fucking hot.
He let go of his cock and ran his hands up under Wiley’s T-shirt, loving the smooth, warm skin. He tweaked Wiley’s nipples.
“Come up here and kiss me,” Wiley whispered. “Please, I’m so close.”
Baer rose up and pressed his swollen lips to Wiley’s as he wrapped his fist around Wiley’s cock and pumped him. Wiley made another strangled noise and Baer swallowed it down as the dick in his hand jerked and Wiley spilled all over his stomach. Wiley kissed him through his orgasm, his tongue in Baer’s mouth as he gasped and quaked. Baer stroked him through it, feeling protective of the smaller man.
The swelling of feelings in his chest told him that what he felt for Wiley went beyond just hooking up. It was warm and filled with hope, and he suddenly didn’t give a shit if he ever found his soul mate.
He wanted Wiley.
Wanted him more than he’d wanted anyone in his past. Wanted to move him into this room and keep him forever. Wake up with him every morning and hold him every night. He wanted to bury himself in Wiley’s body over and over.
He looked down at the man, and what he was feeling must have been stamped on his face, because Wiley lifted a hand and ran it over his cheek. But there was a sadness there he hated to see, and he knew that Wiley was feeling at least some of what he was and worrying.
He didn’t want him to worry, so he softly kissed his mouth, his chin, then his nose before he wrapped his arms around him and held him close. “Even though it put you into danger, I have to say I’m happy I messed up. I’m happy to have you in my life, Wiley.”
“Same here.” Wiley held him close, nuzzling into his neck.
Baer lay there, feeling the man against him. He no longer cared about finding his supposed fated mate. Far as he was concerned, Wiley was all he needed. The Circle would find a way to win and survive even if Baer never found his true soul mate. And he’d do it with Wiley at his side.
“Shower with me?”
“Oh, hell yeah.” Wiley grinned and scrambled off the bed.
Grinning, Baer took his hand and led him into the bathroom. The whole time he started the water and waited for it to heat up, he stared at Wiley with his disheveled hair and his now-stained T-shirt. He watched while Wiley stripped and got into the spray, loving that tight little body. But it wasn’t only his body that Baer was starting to love. As those warm feelings spread in his chest again, he vowed to find something in those journals or books to keep Wiley with him.