All Kinds of Tied Down (Marshals 1)

“Miro,” he panted, trying to free his hands, wanting them on me.

His orgasm twisted his muscles around my cock, and the heat between us, the rhythm and the slide, all of it tore my climax from me. He shivered as I filled him, and then harder when I kissed him, rubbing my tongue over his.

It took long minutes for us to be able to speak, much less move.

“You okay?” I asked when I finally unsealed our lips.

“Oh yes,” he murmured.

When I eased free, I was going to dart to the bathroom and grab a washcloth and a towel, but he wrapped me in his arms, hugging me tight.

“We should take a shower.” I chuckled into his sweaty hair, nuzzling, kissing his temple, his cheek, tightening my hold on him instead of letting go.

“Yeah,” he agreed, not moving, sliding his leg between mine. “You know, I think I might be ready to tie you down.”

I smiled, loving the feel of all his skin all over mine. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he growled, and God it was sexy.

“Anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“I belong to you, right?”

“Yes, you do,” he said, and the confidence in his voice sent a warm buzz through me.

“Okay, then.”

“How do you feel about rope?”

The laughter bubbled out of me. I could not ever remember being happier.

“I promise to untie you,” he swore, kissing my throat, his hands starting to roam. “Maybe.”

Like I cared. Between us was trust, friendship, the whole shebang. And now, most importantly, love.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered into my ear.

It went both ways.