Beyond Eden by Kele Moon Page A

others couldn’t. Danny knew Paul’s limits and he tested them, forcing him to bear most of his weight as he fucked him recklessly.
    Danny was so focused on the pleasure pooling in his stomach, working its way into his limbs the longer he fucked him, he didn’t bother to jerk Paul off. He didn’t have to, Paul was moaning, his breathing labored and desperate.
    “Gonna come,” Paul panted as he arched back against Danny, spreading his legs wider and taking him deeper. “Right—r-right there.”
    Danny bent his knees a little more and angled himself in a way he knew he would hit the right spot. When he surged forward once more Paul cried out and Danny had to wrap an arm around him to keep him standing when his knees buckled. Paul’s whole body shuddered from the force of his climax. He gasped out Danny’s name once more as he started clenching around his cock and that was all it took to pull him down with him.
    Danny felt as if he were sucker punched by the orgasm, because he wasn’t ready to come yet. He wanted to enjoy being inside Paul a lot longer. Stars burst behind his closed eyes as he fucked Paul to the raging, pulsing rhythm of the pleasure pouring over him in liquid waves. The bliss throbbed outwards from his cock and radiated through his whole body, making his arms and legs tingle. He hadn’t wanted it yet, but the orgasm was all encompassing and he had no choice but to collapse under the force of it. He wasn’t sure if it lasted for ten hours, or ten seconds but he felt as if every ounce of energy was pulled out of him when it started to subside.
    “Shit,” Paul gasped out in a shaky whisper. “I think I’m gonna pass out.”
    Danny realized Paul was bearing most of his weight when he blinked against the shower spray and opened his eyes to find himself draped over Paul, his cheek resting against his shoulder and his arm wrapped tightly around his waist. He was also close to passing out, the heat from the shower, too much alcohol and Paul combined would easily do the job if he wasn’t careful.
    The two of them slid down to the shower floor, a messy tangle of hard, wet limbs. Finally Danny found himself sitting next to Paul, who had his head hanging between his knees as he took long, steadying breaths. That seemed like a good plan, so Danny followed suit, bringing up his long legs and resting his forehead against his knees as he also focused on breathing while his heart beat the hell out of his ribs.
    It felt as if the shower stall was spinning even with his eyes closed. It seemed the alcohol was choosing now to rear its ugly head and point out he may have had too much to drink. He needed an anchor, something to focus his mind on as a distraction before he got past dizzy and to the actual sick part of being drunk.
    “Are you okay?” he whispered once his breathing had calmed. “I’m fine,” Paul said tensely. “You know I’m durable.”
    That didn’t make Danny feel better. He brushed his wet hair out of his eyes and turned to look at Paul in concern. “Did you eat? I know you don’t eat well at work. Did you finish your dinner?”
    Paul’s shoulders grew tense and he turned his head, resting his cheek on his knee as he glared at Danny. “You’re not my mother—or my wife.”
    Danny turned away from him because he knew the pain was showing on his face. “Boy scout, my ass,” he whispered bitterly as he stood. “You’re a dick.”
    “Danny—”
    “Bite me,” Danny growled as he opened the shower door. He stepped out and then just to be vindictive, reached over and turned the shower to ice cold. Paul gasped and jumped to his feet so fast he wavered where he stood. When he reached over to turn the shower back to hot, Danny lurched forward, pushing his hand away. “Leave it. Get used to it. Learn to love it, because you’re going to be taking a lot of showers like this once you marry that bitch.”
    Danny shut the door harder than needed. He noticed Paul left the water cold as he