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He hoped. Desperately.
“Think I’m going to come soon.” He grabbed his dick, and gave himself up to the inevitable. Dixon pressed their foreheads together, and Josh tugged harder, his breathing rapid and shallow.
“Aw fuck, I can feel your hole tightening,” Dixon groaned, hips jerking as he quickened his thrusts. His cheeks, neck and chest were flushed, and gasps and low cries spilled from his lips. He grabbed Josh by the hips, lifting him higher still off the bed, and Josh moaned as he shot, his load puddling in his navel, his weight resting on his shoulders.
Dixon raised his face to the ceiling, back arched, a long, low noise bursting from him, and Josh knew the second he came. Warmth filled him, and he was acutely aware of Dixon’s shaft throbbing inside him. It seemed never-ending, one pulse after another, until at last Dixon shuddered out a breath. He sat back on the bed, lowering Josh with him, then covered him with his larger frame, kissing him over and over again, his cock still buried in Josh’s body.
Josh wrapped himself once more around Dixon, their bodies slick with sweat, Josh’s heart thumping, his dick spent. When they lay still, he caressed Dixon’s cheek, unwilling to break their connection.
Dixon kissed his brow. “You’re amazing.” He grinned. “And now you need another shower.”
“Only if you’re in it with me,” Josh replied.
Dixon’s eyes gleamed. “No shenanigans again?”
Josh bit his lip. “Well… if I was kneeling, it would be more difficult for me to fall over, right? Therefore a safer position.”
Dixon laughed. “You’re not done yet, are you?”
“Done? You just opened up a whole new world for me to explore. And you know I’m very thorough in my testing.” He grinned. “In other words, I’ve only just gotten started.”
Chapter 17
Josh was grateful to have Dixon at his side as they headed to the meeting room where Michael and Gary were waiting, but that didn’t stop the butterflies in his stomach or get rid of the rock in his throat.
Now I know how someone feels when they’re on their way to an encounter with the electric chair.
He knew why he was stressing about this. As soon as he told them what he knew, their lives would be in danger too.
No. This is a really bad idea in the history of bad ideas.
Josh came to a halt, and Dixon reacted instantly. “Doc? What’s wrong?”
He sighed. “I don’t think I can do this.”
Dixon studied his face for a second or two. “Okay, what’s going on?”
How can I explain the anxiety that continues to ratchet up inside me?
Gary and Michael had already lost so much, with Gary nearly losing his life, and this would put him right back in the crosshairs. Michael too. Dixon too. They have so much to lose.
Josh didn’t have a whole lot in his life. He never had. There was his lab, of course, but sadly, that was pretty much it. He worked from the moment he woke up to the minute he got home. Even after that, his mind was awash in thoughts and ideas, and that made sleep difficult.
Yet you slept in Dixon’s bed.
In fact, you did a lot more than sleep.
Except what they’d shared was so much more than sex. Lying beside Dixon, feeling his warmth, those strong arms around Josh…. It was as if he’d been given permission to let go of all the thoughts that normally plagued him at night.
I’ve known him for such a relatively short time. Long enough to know I want this.
Nothing he did was good enough for his parents, and the only way he’d be complete in their eyes was if he gave up his life and became Christopher’s… whatever. Yes, he had accolades and patents and money, and not one of those things meant a damn thing to Josh. Accolades don’t keep you warm at night.
Dixon did.
Patents didn’t calm his racing brain.
Dixon did.