mate’s afterglow.
He didn’t take offense to Abe calling him strange. Valentino knew he was just a tad different from everyone else. He liked who he was.
And he was also lying there with his dick so hard his jeans had become tight. Maybe after Abe dozed off he would—“Oh hell,” Valentino said when Abe’s hand covered his straining erection.
He wasn’t sure what Abe had in mind, but right about now, Valentino would settle for a hand job—anything to relieve the ache in his groin.
Abe turned onto his side, watching Valentino with those pretty blue eyes as his fingers fumbled with Valentino’s zipper. He didn’t interfere. This was Abe’s moment and Valentino would accept anything the man did to him.
His mate looked uncertain and there a slight trembling to his fingers, but that only made what Abe was doing all the more special.
Not saying a word, Abe pulled Valentino’s cock free and began to stroke his heated flesh. His hips shot forward in a knee-jerk reaction, the pleasure of his mate touching him overwhelming.
“You give an awesome hand job,” Valentino said with a deep purr. He rolled to his back, Abe climbing over him until he was settled between Valentino’s legs. There were deep concentration lines etched in Abe’s face. Valentino wanted to tell his mate to relax, to just go with his instincts, but he didn’t want his mate to think he was criticizing him.
The man had already misinterpreted one thing Valentino had said.
“I want to kiss you,” Abe admitted shyly.
Kicking his shoes off, Valentino shoved his jeans down his legs as Abe helped him pull them off. “Come here.”
Abe crawled up beside him—as best his could considering he only had one good hand—and Valentino positioned the man to lie down next to him. They were both on their sides, their bodies aligned.
Valentino guided Abe’s hand back to his cock as he captured Abe’s lips. It was the softest, sweetest kiss ever. Valentino groaned, spreading his legs wider as Abe stroked him, his rhythm growing faster as he kissed the fey deeper.
Shoving his tongue down Abe’s throat, Valentino growled through his orgasm, his seed shooting between them as the fire inside of him burned to an inferno. He never knew a hand job could be so damn awesome.
It was never this damn good when he did it himself. He panted out slowly, regaining his breath before speaking. “So, does this mean you’ll live here?”
Valentino wanted to be very clear that his mate wanted to stay. He had uprooted the man, but now that he was calmer, he was wondering if that had been the best thing to do.
“I like it here,” Abe said, still holding Valentino’s cock in his hand.
He wasn’t sure why, but those four words felt as though they had another meaning. Valentino wasn’t going to press his mate. The man had said he liked it here.
He hadn’t said he was overjoyed that Valentino was his mate, but he hadn’t said he wanted to leave.
So why did Abe’s answer leave him feeling lonelier than he had ever felt before?
Chapter Five
Bryce hated to see his brother so damn downtrodden. Ever since the accident, Gavin had been moping around, acting as if the world was coming to an end. He was beating himself up and Bryce had to find a way to rectify the situation.
“Why don’t you just talk to him?”
Gavin’s jaw muscle became pronounced as he clenched it. “You heard Valentino. He’s right. I was only thinking about the part, not Abe’s safety.”
Bryce was ready to smack the man. He had grown up with Gavin and knew for a damn fact that Gavin was the least selfish person in the world. His brother would never purposely harm anyone, especially not Abe.
Alex—Gavin’s mate—had been trying to get Gavin out of this funk, but nothing seemed to be working. Bryce was going to have to talk to Abe himself and see if he couldn’t mend this fence.
Finding Ahm in their bedroom, putting Ashayla to sleep, Bryce stood in the doorway for a moment and
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