Relentless
Copyright 2010 Bailey Bradford
Gabe’s legs shot out from under him as Mika collapsed on top of him. No doubt he had fucked himself senseless. Gabe couldn’t hide his smug feeling, but he couldn’t breathe very well, either.
“Get up, caveman!” The words came out garbled as Gabe’s face was mashed into his pillow. Mika grunted and didn’t budge.
All right, then. Evil grin in place, Gabe flung an elbow up and caught Mika in the ribs.
“Get off me, caveman; I’d like some air, too!” Satisfaction poured through Gabe as Mika’s breath exited his lungs with a whooshing sound. Music to his ears, Gabe snickered.
Mika wheezed and rolled over to the side, one hand on his battered ribs. “One of these days, babe…”
Gabe propped himself up on an elbow and eyed his mate. “One of these days, what? You’re gonna manage to dodge?”
Mika snorted. “It’s your fault, you know. I’m pretty sure that tight ass of yours melted my brain for a few minutes there.” He waggled his eyebrows at Gabe.
Gabe loved the man like crazy, but there wasn’t a chance that he was going to pass up this opportunity. “Yeah?” He gave Mika the sweetest smile he could—which had the opposite of his desired effect. Mika looked at him suspiciously and scooted away a few inches.
“So what’s the excuse for the other twenty-three hours and fifty-seven minutes of the day?”
“You—”
Laughter erupted between them as Mika dove at Gabe, flipping him onto his stomach and straddling the backs of Gabe’s thighs.
“I think you need to learn to respect your mate, babe.” Mika’s big hands glided over Gabe’s ass cheeks.
Gabe hummed his approval—until one hand lifted and came back down in a stinging little slap on his butt. His cock twitched and his hole clenched, but he was not going to admit any of that to his mate, no way in hell!
“I can scent your arousal, babe.” The words were filled with laughter in Gabe’s head, as well as a liberal dose of horniness.
“Yeah, well, maybe it wasn’t the spanking that turned me on, maybe it was—”
Smack.
Oh, fuck, he was so busted!
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