“You totally missed an important part,” Fox groaned.
“Nope,” Winter murmured against one hard nipple. He licked it, then let his hot words dance over the damp flesh. “I like to save my favorite parts for last.”
“Evil fucker,” Fox snarled. He squirmed underneath Winter. Those magical hands finally stopped gripping the blankets and started to rub across Winter’s chest. They drifted up and tangled in his hair, pulling Winter to the promised land of Fox’s wonderful lips. “Missed you so much.” Fox finally kissed him.
Winter moaned into his mouth, thrusting his tongue deep inside. They tangled and fought and rubbed. He swallowed each of Fox’s whimpers. The kiss grew hungrier and more desperate. Winter tried to press even closer, but Fox’s grunt of pain had Winter pulling back, ending the kiss.
“No, don’t. I’m fine, I promise,” Fox said a little too quickly. Winter knew better. There were bruises forming on his ribs to match those on his face. He needed to be careful with his precious Fox for at least a few days.
Carefully wrapping his arms around Fox, he rolled them so that Winter was on his back and Fox was now straddling his waist. “I’m thinking this might work better while you’re healing.”
Fox pressed his hands into Winter’s chest and grinned. “Oh, I like this. I can make this work.” He inched backward, wiggling his ass against the head of Winter’s hardening cock.
“Smart guy like you. I figured you’d have some ideas.”
Lifting one eyebrow, Fox’s smile turned a little more devious. “But we might have to first go through some questions and answers.”
Winter froze. This was not what he was expecting. He just wanted to be buried deep inside his moaning lover. What the hell did he have in mind?
“It would seem you were busy while I was hanging out with the devious Damon,” Fox said in light tones.
“What do you mean?”
“Did you have an important conversation with your family?”
Winter’s heart started up again, and he breathed a little more easily. “I told them everything. The ghosts, the ring, how much you mean to me.” Winter reached up and ran his fingers over the uninjured part of Fox’s cheek. “Though the last part was easy to see. I was a fucking wreck without you.”
Fox closed his eyes, smiling as he rubbed his face against Winter’s palm. “That would explain it.”
“Explain what?”
When Fox opened his eyes, there were unshed tears shimmering there. “Why each one of your brothers came up to me, hugged me, and thanked me for saving your life. I wasn’t sure if they were talking about the ghost thing or—”
Winter pulled Fox down for a slow, draining kiss that tasted of tears, heartbreak, and healing. “They were talking about everything. You accepted everything about me, took all of me, and claimed me as yours.”
“You are mine. Always will be.”
Fox’s kiss became more possessive, and Winter handed himself over to his lover. They shifted against each other, the kisses growing more passionate. Winter moaned as Fox’s stiff dick rubbed beside his own. His hands clamped onto Fox’s hips, holding him in just the right place so Winter could continue to rub against him, sending the most wonderful sparks of pleasure throughout his body.
“No! You’re gonna make me come,” Fox groaned.
“I thought that was the point.”
Fox growled, but he could still feel the smile. “I want you coming inside of me.”
“Sounds perfect. I—shit! Lube?”
“Nightstand. Ethan assured me that there was a new bottle of lube in the nightstand,” Fox said a little too quickly.
Winter froze, his eyes narrowing on Fox. “Did you ask or—”
“Oh, hell no!” Fox sat up straight, which just put his ass in better contact with Winter’s dick, and he was left wondering if he really cared about the answer anymore. “Your brother-in-law was happy to volunteer that information. Apparently, there are a lot of people living in his house who like a lot of sex.”
“Ethan,” Winter softly muttered. Only Ethan. He had no idea how Marcus handled that fledgling, but it didn’t matter. He had his own witch to keep him on his toes.
Fox grinned as he stretched across the bed and pulled open the top drawer of the nightstand. It took only a few seconds of fumbling to find the new bottle of lube. Fox returned to his previous seat and quickly pulled the plastic wrapping off, tossing it over the side of the bed.
Winter snatched the bottle out of Fox’s hands and popped open the cap. “Hold out your hand.”
“Really?” Fox asked but still did as he was instructed.
Winter squeezed a sizable dollop onto Fox’s fingers. “I like watching your face while you work. So damn sexy.”
Fox laughed as he braced his clean hand beside Winter’s shoulder and rose up on his knees over Winter. He reached back with his lubed fingers and while Winter couldn’t see him working the gel into his body, his face was a beautiful mask of pleasure. Squeezing some lube into his hand, Winter tossed the bottle aside and reached between their bodies. But instead of stroking himself, he wrapped his fingers around Fox’s straining cock.