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could crash. He could sleep on the recliner. Luke

swallowed. He felt like he was doing something very wrong. Part of him was glad

he couldn’t drive. So glad, that when the thought of

calling Sheilagh and asking her to take Tristan back to his Aunt Rosemarie’s

popped in his head, he immediately shoved it away.
    “I was about to hit

the sack anyway,” he said.
    Tristan nodded. “You

got an extra blanket?”
    “Yeah. I’ll grab it. M ake yourself comfortable.”
    He went to the closet

in the hall and pulled out a spare blanket. When he turned, Tristan was in the

den, kicking off his boots. “Here you go.”
    “Thanks, Luke. Listen,

I’m sorry about all this. I hope—”
    Luke slammed his lips

to T ristan’s mouth. He didn’t know who was more

shocked, him or Tristan. All he knew was the thought of Tristan, who’d taken

his fair share of beatings for only being who he was, apologizing to him, cut

him apart. He silenced him the only way he knew how.
    Stro ng hands cupped the back of his head and he was walked

backward through his house. His back slammed into the wall as Tristan’s mouth

slanted over his. His heart was going to beat out of his chest.
    Sturdy hips pressed

into his and his ass clenched. His cock filled his

jeans in seconds flat. He didn’t lift his hands or touch the other man, only

let him do his worst.
    Tristan’s tongue stole

into his mouth, hard yet soft. Their teeth gnashed and there was an unfamiliar

nudge at his hip he didn’t want to think a bout for

too long. It was hard to think about anything. All he could do was feel. Feel

how incredible Tristan’s mouth was on his, the strength behind his hold, the

forceful way he pinned him to the wall. Every part of his body was suddenly

alive, pumping w ith the adrenaline of a million

victories.
    His shirt was stripped

away and Tristan’s mouth sealed over the pulse point at his throat. “Your

heart’s beating so fast. I can feel it.”
    He shivered as

Tristan’s gravelly voice whispered over the shell of his ear . So many foreign things were affecting him he couldn’t

keep up. There was the scrape of the other man’s stubble along his shoulder,

the scent of his cologne, the trace of a cigarette he’d likely smoked when he

realized he didn’t have a way home, his cock digging

into his hip. Luke had never been more turned on in his life—or terrified.
    Jolted into action by

the pure eroticism of the moment, Luke grabbed the other man’s shoulders and

gave him a power drive into the adjoining wall. Things hanging from the sh eetrock rattled and Tristan grunted.
    “Sorry,” Luke mumbled

as he gripped Tristan’s shirt and sealed his mouth over his.
    Tristan moaned and bit

his lip. “Don’t be.” His tongue thrust into his mouth. The kiss broke only for

a second as Luke ripped off Trist an’s shirt and

tossed it aside. Skin to skin, chest to chest, his body caught fire. Their lips

rejoined in a fury as his hands roamed over the other man’s body. So hard. So

strong. Nothing like a woman’s.
    He heard the clink of

metal followed by the tug at his fly. Tristan’s hands worked fast at getting

him out of his pants. Before Luke could object, Tristan dropped to his knees

and took his cock into his mouth, swallowing him back to the root.
    Luke’s knees trembled and he caught his weight against the wall and

cursed.
    “God damn, you have a

beautiful cock.” Tristan’s breath cooled his wet flesh which was then engulfed

once more in the heat of his mouth. He didn’t suck him off like a woman. There

was no toyi ng around. Tristan swallowed him back and

pumped his mouth over his length like there was nothing in the world he’d

rather be doing than sucking his dick.
    Finally, Luke grabbed

hold of the hair that had been driving him crazy all night. He fisted the long, soft strands in his fingers and pumped Tristan’s head over

him. “Yeah, you suck my cock. Take all of it.”
    Slurping