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the mouth. “Probably just as much as I love you.”

* * * *

“Did you mean it?”

Seth glanced up, smiling when he saw Frank standing in the

doorway, leaning against the wooden frame. He knew what the man

was asking. He could see the fear and hesitancy in Frank’s eyes.

He meant what he said, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to

make Frank sweat it out just a little. The man had commitment phobia

down to an art form. Seth wanted to make sure Frank meant what he

said now that the danger was over.

“Did I mean what?”

Seth took pity on Frank when he blanched. He wanted to make

sure the guy meant what he said, not make him pass out. “If you are

asking if I meant it when I said that I love you and want to marry

you? Then the answer is yes.”

Frank’s shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world had

suddenly been lifted off of them. He moved further into the room,

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walking over to sit on the side of the hospital bed next to Seth. His

fingers gently grazed the white gauze wrapped around Seth’s arm

before moving up to his neck.

“We were lucky, Seth.”

Seth’s eyes dropped to the matching white bandage on Frank’s

shoulder. “We were.”

“My brother is pissed.”

Seth cocked his head in confusion. “Your brother?”

“Well, you know Sirus was tapped into the police scanner. That

was how he knew everything the police were doing. He was listening

in. When he heard Vinnie going off about him, he shot him. Granted,

the wound wasn’t too terribly bad, but Vinnie was hoping for a little

TLC from Ma. That worked right up until she learned about you.”

Seth’s eyebrows shot up. “Me?” he squeaked.

Frank grinned. “I told her I had met the man I was going to spend

the rest of my life with. I even told her I proposed and that you had

said yes.” Frank suddenly paused. “You did say yes, right?”

“Yes, Frank.”

“Good, good, because my mama is at home right now planning

the wedding.”

Seth gulped. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down between his

shoulder blades. “She’s planning the wedding already? I just agreed to

marry you a few hours ago.”

“I didn’t tell her about Sophie. I thought I’d leave that up to you.”

Seth felt the blood slowly drain from his face. “Why?” he

croaked.

“Because once you present her with a grandbaby, there is nothing

in this world you could do wrong in her book. That woman loves her

grandkids, and she’s pretty much given up hope that I would ever

have any.”

Seth grinned as he began to understand what Frank was getting at.

“We’re talking serious brownie points here, aren’t we?”

“Exactly.”

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“Nice.”

“You know what would be even nicer?” Frank asked as he

scooted closer, his fingers curling in the hair at the nape of Seth’s

neck. “If you showed your fiancé what was under that ugly hospital

gown.”

Fiancé.

Seth almost sighed at the six-letter word. It was simple word and

yet so complex at the same time. And it held so much meaning. Frank

was his fiancé. One day they would be married, living together,

sleeping together, waking up next to each other every morning.

Seth couldn’t wait.

“Impatient much?” Seth laughed a moment later when Frank

jumped off the bed and kicked his boots off, undid his belt, and then

slid his shirt off his shoulders.

“Very,” Frank replied.

All Seth could do was drool.

The man was a bronzed god. Seth wanted to lick every inch of the

Frank’s body. As Frank lifted his arms to take off his shirt, Seth

leaned forward, placed his hands on well-sculpted thighs. When one

of Seth’s fingers brushed over Frank’s peaked nipples, he saw Frank’s

hands tighten, the knuckles turning white.

Seth glanced up into deep-blue eyes that were studying him

intensely. He could see that Frank didn’t want him to stop. The

muscles of Frank’s neck seemed strained as Seth’s eyes slowly

lowered. He wondered how to ask for what he wanted.

“Can I… I want to…” Seth wanted to kick himself. He hated that

he couldn’t bring himself to just ask. His tongue grew thick in his

mouth as his fingers still skimmed over Frank’s naked flesh.

“Just ask, baby. Whatever you want.” Frank’s voice had returned

to the deep, melodic tone that Seth love to hear. All of a sudden, Seth

wanted to hear the husky, sex-riddled voice while they made love.

Seth brushed his hand down Frank’s abdomen until his fingers

touched the waistband of Frank’s pants. They hovered near the snap

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as Seth swallowed hard. “I–I want to taste you.” He felt his face

heating up at his blunt statement.

Frank’s abdomen jerked. “Then do it.” He took Seth’s hands in his

and brushed them over his straining erection. Seth’s fingers became

too big for his hands as he tried to release his mate’s cock.

He just couldn’t seem to make them work properly. Frank finally

saved him when he unsnapped his pants, pulling the zipper all the way

down. The metal-on-metal sound seemed to amplify in Seth’s ears.

“Stand up.”

Seth moved until he was off the bed. Frank stood as well, taking

his jeans all the way down his legs. His thick fingers wrapped around

the base of his cock. Seth could see now that Frank wanted him on his

knees.

Before Seth could lower himself, Frank grabbed the cushion from

the nearby chair and dropped it down at his feet. He wanted to say

something witty, but nothing came to mind as he stared at the hard

cock in Frank’s hand.

With his heart beating faster, Seth lowered his knees to the

cushion. He was now staring directly at the head. Small glistening

beads of pre-cum were escaping from the slit. The strong, manly scent

filled Seth’s lungs.

“Taste me.” Seth could hear the strain in the man’s voice. He

moistened his lips before opening his mouth wide, and took Frank’s

cock into his mouth. Frank made a loud hissing noise as Seth licked

his tongue around the head, sucking the taste deeper into his mouth.

“Son of a bitch!” Frank shouted, his thighs shaking.

Seth worked the thick cock, licking and humming the whole time.

He felt two large, beefy hands caressing his hair as he lapped up the

pre-cum spilling onto his tongue.

“That’s it, babe. Suck my cock. Take it all in,” Frank crooned as

his fingers continued to skim through Seth’s hair. “You can do it,

baby. Just relax your throat.”

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Seth stopped himself from gagging and then did as Frank asked.

Although this was not his first time giving head, Seth still found the

man’s shaft daunting. Not only was Frank thick as hell, the man had

to be at least eight inches long.

Frank hissed as Seth took in another inch. His hand gently

brushed over Seth’s hair until he cupped the back of Seth’s head. His

mate began to move in slow increments, his cock pushing in until it

nearly touched the back of Seth’s throat and then slowly withdrew.

“Oh, god,” Frank said as his legs shook harder. “That’s it,

baby…that’s…it.”

Taking in a deep breath through his nose, Seth pushed forward,

feeling Frank’s erection slide all the way in until the wiry hairs at

Frank’s groin tickled his nose.

“Holy fuck!” Frank’s hands gripped Seth’s hair as his hips moved

back and then forward.

It was a slow, sensual fuck. The man’s cock was going down

Seth’s throat, and then pulling back. He didn’t need to make a tight

suction. Frank’s dick filled his mouth to the stretching point already.

“Oh, babe,” Frank said with a hiss. “God, this feels so damn

good.”

And then Frank pulled back, letting Seth suck the head with

enjoyment. It also gave Seth a moment to catch his breath. He

wrapped his hand around the base, retracting several inches, making it

easier for him to take his mate back into his mouth. He was going to

have to work on this.

Hopefully, over time, Seth would be able to take Frank’s steel

shaft down his throat with ease—all eight inches.

Frank ran his fingers under Seth’s chin. When Seth looked up,

Frank’s hungry eyes were watching him closely, filled with love and

desire. There was no way he could mistake that look for anything

else.

Frank loved him.

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Frank pulled back. The cock Seth had been sucking on popped

from his mouth. Seth raised one brow, asking without words what

Frank was doing.

“God, look at you,” Frank said as he bent at the waist and

captured Seth’s lips. “You look so good when you’ve been sucking

me into your mouth.”

The man knew how to talk naughty.

Seth loved it.

“That was good, really good, babe. But I want some of this ass.”

Frank grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, giving the flesh a light

squeeze. The sensual hold and the dirty words made Seth’s hole pulse

with need.

“Then fuck me,” he said, feeling his face heat up at what he just

said. He could feel Frank’s chest rumbling as the man chuckled into

Seth’s neck.

“You’re learning.”

“To what, talk dirty?” Seth asked innocently. He grinned happily

as he gripped Frank’s shoulders. “I want you to shove your thick cock

up my ass and fuck me until I scream for mercy.”

Frank swallowed. “Okay.”

Seth would have laughed, but he was too horny to do anything but

race up to the bathroom for something to smooth the way. Lotion

would do the job. Seth skidded to a stop when he ran back and saw

Frank laid out on the bed, his cock in his hand, giving the large

erection slow strokes.

The man didn’t say a word. He just crooked a finger, and Seth

nearly tripped over his own feet to get to the handsome detective.

Frank plucked the lube from Seth’s hand and then tapped his thigh.

“Come sit on me.

Seth straddled the man’s thighs. Frank pressed him forward until

Seth was chest to chest with him. And then he felt Frank’s fingers

playing at his quivering hole, circling his entrance before they speared

inside of him.

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“I can’t wait to feel my cock here.” On the last word, Frank

speared two fingers into Seth’s ass. He jerked up, his own cock

rubbing into Frank’s stomach as he gripped his mate’s shoulders

tighter.

Seth moaned as the long, thick fingers that seemed to fill him so

perfectly brushed across his prostate with every movement of Frank’s

hand. Seth panted as he felt Frank’s fingers push deep and then pull

back. He ground his ass into the thrusts, feeling his balls grow tight.

“No, babe,” Frank said as he kissed Seth’s chin. He was moving

his fingers so quickly in and out of Seth’s ass that his body was

quivering. “You’re not coming like this.”

“W–why?” Seth said in desperation. He had been so damn close.

His butt tried to chase his lover’s fingers when Frank pulled them

free.

“Because you are going to come while I’m fucking you.” Frank

lined his cock up, the blunt head touching Seth’s hole. “Now slowly

lower your ass onto my dick, baby.”

Seth dropped his chin on Frank’s shoulder with a sigh of pleasure

as he felt his mate’s cock pop past the tight muscle and fill him

completely.

“So good, Seth…so good.” Frank slid his hands down Seth’s sides

and then gripped his flesh. “Now ride me, babe.”

Their tongues dueled as Frank drove his cock deep into Seth’s

body. But after five minutes, Frank pulled free. “Get on your hands

and knees.”

Seth quickly flipped over and presented his ass. Frank didn’t

waste any time. His cock was driven deep into Seth. He grabbed

Seth’s hips, pulling him up off his knees as he pounded into Seth’s

ass. This was not the careful lovemaking that Frank had shown him

before. This was wild, animalistic, and holy hell, Seth loved it!

He could feel Frank’s balls slapping his as the man jetted into

him. He began begging Frank to fuck him harder. He was held still by

his mate’s hard body, his plunging hips, and the need to come. Each

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thrust nailed his gland, and Seth moaned, undulating as they moved

together.

Frank was moving powerfully behind Seth, letting him know he