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saying. Just—”
    The helpless breaking of words undid Tuck. He couldn’t see Cade hurting. Not without doing everything he could.
    “It’s okay, babe. I’ve got you,” Tuck said. “Shh.”
    Cade shuddered, nodded, and kept his silence.
    Tuck still didn’t know where they stood, he and Cade, not in the long run. But he knew for sure what he could do now.
    He held Cade still and bent his head to breathe in the scent of his man, dark and musky, salty and hot. Last thing he’d thought would happen tonight, but he’d take it; by God on high, he’d take it.
    Tightening his hold, Tuck parted his lips over the now-full stiffness of Cade’s cock, straining the zipper of his jeans, and mouthed the rising stiffness beneath. The thin denim wet through with his saliva and the salty taste of precum.
    He slipped beneath to cup Cade’s balls. So tight, so full. He had to be aching, desperate for some release. Tuck was a fool for love. Of course he’d hoped there hadn’t been anyone else for Cade since him. He wasn’t stupid, though.
    But there hadn’t been anyone else in Cade’s bed after all, had there? Tuck would bet his life on it. He knew what Cade looked like, how he moved and how he tasted when it’d been a while. Watching Cade now, as finely and tightly strung as a high wire, told a tale of six months of sleeping alone. So help him, it went to Tuck’s head.
    A groan slipped free of his lips, echoing reverberations against Cade’s fully hard cock that made Cade gasp and lose some of his balance. If Cade hadn’t caught himself, he’d have fallen to his back.
    Tuck laved the ridge Cade’s cock made, wetting the cotton so thoroughly it clung to Cade and hid less than nothing. Hard, needy, desperate. The head of his cock almost peeked above his waist. His cheeks had gone apple red; a bead of sweat trickled down his neck and pooled in the hollow between his collarbones; his lips were strung apart and his pupils dilated wide.
    Been just as long for me as it has for you, Tuck thought but didn’t say. He nosed at the wet patch he’d made, breathing deep. “Love your smell. Always loved the way you smell.” He took the fabric delicately between his teeth and tugged, chafing it against Cade’s dick.
    Cade groaned, fisting his hands in the tousled bedspread. His legs fell farther apart, silent permission and voiceless pleading for more. Stubborn was just the way Cade was too. When he needed more, he wouldn’t ask. Tuck had had to learn to know.
    Like now. He knew. Tuck mouthed up the length of Cade’s cock and sucked below the cherry crown. Cade jerked, betraying how desperate he had to be to thrust up and in.
    “I got you, babe. I got you,” Tuck soothed. His hard-on throbbed behind his zipper, begging to be set free. Not yet. He palmed himself, groaning louder at the pulse of pure pleasure and the flash fire of want . Made him crazy for more. Easy now, he told himself, thrusting into the palm of his hand and no more.
    Cade first. If this was going to happen, it had to be for Cade first. Just like always.
    “Tuck…” Cade slid his fingers through Tuck’s hair and pulled, tilting his chin back, and then it was rock back on his heels or fall. “Wait. Let me—”
    Confused, Tuck licked his lips. “Not hurting you, am I?”
    “No.” Cade’s throat worked. He stared at Tuck through the ring of those dark, dark pupils. “Look at you.” He nudged Tuck’s shoulder in an effort to push him back farther, but Tuck got it now. Hard to miss with that stare riveted on him. “Show me?”
    Tuck understood, and it made him hiss in a breath. “Like this?” He slid his hand inside his jeans and massaged himself.
    “ God ,” Cade whispered, staring. “Your hand.”
    Tuck didn’t have to look to know what Cade saw; he’d seen it in mirrors, in window reflections when Cade was in a rare reckless mood. His fist, wrapped around his cock, bulged obscenely inside the denim. Almost impossible to move in the limited