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uncle isn t that type.
Then don t take me to your parents house, or I will stand watch during dinner then eat
in the kitchen with the servants. Jones nodded. All good. You okay? You haven t said much
about the protestors today.
Brian shrugged. No reason to upset my aunt and uncle. Besides, two can play at that
game. I ve got supporters.
It s not a game, Brian. What are you thinking? Jones took off his hat and set it gently
on the table.
Not interested in a debate, Brian started to pull up Jones shirt. I m thinking you
promised to do something tonight. I m thinking my aunt would adopt you if she could and that
sort of man doesn t ignore his promises. Brian unbuttoned Jones shirt and pushed it off before
he kissed up Jones gorgeous torso.
No tricks, Brian. What are you planning? Calling the police? Let me handle it. Jones
ran his hands through Brian s hair but didn t pull him away.
Brian kissed over Jones collarbone and along his shoulder. Do your job tomorrow.
Now, you re a sexy man who is supposed to be dominating me and screwing me senseless. In
Texas, a man s word still means something. So fuck me. Moving behind Jones, Brian nuzzled
the perfectly muscled shoulder blades. Then Brian slipped out of his shirt and pressed his chest
to Jones back. Unless you want to reverse tonight? Brian wanted to feel Jones come deep
inside his ass where Jones belonged, but Brian could be flexible to please Jones.
I think we re both aware of our true nature. Jones reached around and snagged Brian s
belt buckle.
So boss me, Brian challenged.
Get naked. Jones pulled Brian around to stand in front of him.
Brian stripped off the rest of his clothes and stood there proud and hard. He waited for
instructions, not wanting to delay the sex with punishment.
Now mine, Jones said.
Freeing Jones belt, Brian stepped very close so they were nose-to-nose. Brian yanked at
the button fly. Sliding his hands around back, Brian slid his eager fingers under the boxers and
slowly pushed the fabric down.
Brian knelt and eased off Jones boots. Then the socks and clothes were gone. Looking
up, Brian never wanted this to end. He kissed Jones calf and inched up toward what he really
wanted.
Now you have the patience of a saint? Jones teased.
Brian kissed Jones inner thigh. I can be very good or very bad. Do you want me to be
bad? Tell me what you want. He bit the taut flesh of Jones thigh and watched that beautiful,
long cock grow.
There were mixed messages clouding Jones eyes. Brian tried to read the stern
expression, but Jones was good at masking. A bodyguard would need to be. Did he crave
affection or want to paddle Brian now?
As his lover stayed silent, Brian decided the move was his. It could be a test of patience,
or maybe they both feared taking it to the next level since they didn t have a future. Living in
different states, not even close, they d lose this. But Brian couldn t think about that now. He had
to strike while Jones was throbbing hot.
Brian kissed Jones hip, bypassing his erection completely. Without permission or
request, he stood and kissed Jones boldly on the mouth. Thrusting his tongue in Jones mouth,
Brian baited Jones playfully.
The switch in Jones was instantaneous. He griped Brian s shoulders firmly. Shivering,
Brian gave in to the power, and Jones took what he wanted, pushing Brian to the bedroom.
Brian went face down on the bed willingly. Jones grabbed Brian s arms and pulled them
behind his back. Turn over, Jones said.
No, I want this. Brian planted his feet and arched his ass.
And I thought I was in charge. Jones pressed to Brian s back.
You like the spoon position; I like doggie. You re in charge. I m just being honest.
Brian shuddered. Maybe Jones didn t care about what Brian wanted, but Brian needed to tell
him. Brian heard Jones rummage in the drawer. It wasn t lube, but Jones tongue that first teased
Brian s ass. Just as Brian began to enjoy it, the tongue was gone and cool lube replaced it.
Bracing to be turned, Brian couldn t resist with his arms folded behind his back.
As much as he wanted this man, in this position, Brian knew he d enjoy anything with
Jones. His cock throbbed against the blanket, wanting attention as well. Sex had never been so
pure and freeing.
The rustle of a condom wrapper made Brian tremble in anticipation. He buried his face in
the soft linens. Instead of a position change, Brian felt the sweet press of Jones cock.
Yes! Brian relaxed and eased back to Jones.
Jones kissed Brian s shoulder. You think about any man you want. But you re mine for
now.
What? Brian bucked back in pleasure, but his mind processed Jones words.
Jones reached under and stroked Brian s cock. I ve hooked up enough. Anonymous sex
isn t as hot as it used to be.
He thought Brian could think of someone else? Wanted to? It can t feel good? Brian
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