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  Dean felt the first spark of his impending orgasm gently nudge his balls, and not wanting the ride of his life to end, he slowed his pace, drawing a deep, guttural growl from Adam that should have been concerning but only enticed Dean. “Goddamn, that’s sexy,” he cursed, leaning down and kissing Adam forcefully, biting down on Adam’s bottom lip hard enough to draw blood when he tried to pull away.

  “Done with slow and sensual now, baby? Is it my turn to drive?” Adam’s glare was menacing and promised a smidge of pain, but oh, so much pleasure.

  Before Dean could form a response he was lifted and spun around, Adam grabbing and pulling his limbs every which way until Dean was on his hands and knees. He laughed. “Adam, I…oh, fuck!” he shouted as Adam pushed all the way into him with one thrust. He immediately set a brutal pace, plowing Dean from behind. “Oh yeah, harder, Adam…harder!”

  Adam was pounding into him hard and fast, Dean’s insides vibrating from the intensity of sheer force in each and every thrust. “You like that, baby?”

  “Fuck, yeah!” Dean replied, fisting the sheet beneath them with a grip tight enough to tear the delicate material. Never in his life had he been fucked quite so roughly and in the moment, Dean wondered how the hell he would ever be fucked by anyone again. Adam was tearing him apart from the inside and it was the most amazing thing he’d ever felt.

  Grabbing one of Dean’s arms and twisting it around behind him, Adam held it against his back, using it for leverage, the angle it held Dean’s body at allowing Adam to peg his prostate with every thrust in and every drag out of his tight passage. “You like that baby, like me fucking you hard and deep?”

  “Ahhhhhhhhh, yessssssss.” Dean shuddered under Adam’s power, loving the way he completely owned him right then.

  “So tight Dean, so good, I could fuck you for days,” Adam preened. Dean’s only response was to shove his ass back and meet every push with an equally forcefully tightening of his passage until Adam was reduced to simple grunts and growls of pleasure. He released Dean’s arm and gripped his hips so hard that Dean cried out from the pain of those huge hands digging into his flesh, biting at his hip bones. But Adam didn’t stop—if anything, he fucked him harder. Dean’s arm shot out and he braced one hand against the wall to stop himself from going through it. The headboard banged against the wall angrily. The sounds of wood against concrete and flesh against flesh were music to Dean’s ears. His dick was so hard and full, when he finally came he would probably pass out from exhaustion.

  “Goddamn-jesus-damn-fuck! I’m gonna come, baby!” Adam shouted, thrusting one last time so fucking hard, burying himself so deep inside Dean he thought, perhaps, Adam’s balls were inside him as well. All it took was one pulse from Adam’s twitching cock, tickling Dean’s prostate for him to come in a rush that left him flying and blind. His entire body ignited, flames licking his sweat-soaked skin until he reached a height of orgasm he’d never felt before. He couldn’t see or feel anything but the point where their bodies were still connected, Adam’s fat cock still pulsing and throbbing inside his quivering channel. It was sheer bliss, leaving Dean a puddle of flesh and limbs in the middle of the bed.

  He must have either passed out or zoned out for a few minutes. He could hear Adam calling his name but it sounded so far away. The warm wetness gently caressing his cock and balls told him that Adam was cleaning him up. And then there was the sweet, soft press of Adam’s lips on his, Adam’s breath on his tongue. “Hey beautiful, you back with me now?” His lover chuckled.

  “Ye…yea…yes,” Dean finally managed to make his mouth work. It took a moment for him to get his eyes to cooperate, blinking until he could see Adam smiling down at him serenely, a white haze still circling his field of vision. “I don’t think I have ever come that hard in my life.”

  “Agreed.” Adam stole another kiss before sitting up, leaning back against the headboard, and pulling Dean into his arms. “That was…I don’t even know what that was, Dean, it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”

  “Intense.” Dean loved the feel of his lips brushing Adam’s flesh when he spoke.

  “Animalistic,” Adam countered.

  Dean snorted. “Fucking amazing.”

  “Yeah, it was. Wanna do it again?” Adam tightened his arms around Dean’s still-shaking body.

  Dean laughed long and loud. “No fucking way. I’ll be walking crooked for a week after that; you’re gonna have to give me a couple of days to recover.”

  Sliding down the headboard until they were face-to-face, Adam waggled his eyebrows comically. “Who said anything about me fucking you?”

  Dean was taken aback by the implication of Adam’s words. “I…well, I assumed you were a top. I mean, damn Adam, you were so powerful and consuming before; I didn’t take you for a bottom.”

  “I’m not. But seeing the way your body responded while I was fucking you, the way you took everything I had to give and gave just as good. I’m actually anxious to see how you use that in your favor when you top me.” Adam reached up and brushed Dean’s sweat-soaked hair out of his eyes before closing the distance and kissing him.

  Dean could feel the flush in his cheeks, his heart ramping up in his chest again. “Wow, I…” he watched Adam’s face for any sign he might be joking, but there was none. Only sincerity and want stared back at him. “…I really didn’t think it was an option. But I will be happy to show you all my skills in bed later. Right now, I need a nap; you wore me out, babe.”

  Nuzzling the top of Dean’s head with his chin, Adam sighed like a contented house cat, and they drifted off to sleep wrapped around each other, a tangle of legs and limbs.

  ~ Chapter 9 | That Was Quite an Afternoon ~

  The following month flew by in a rush. A couple of days after their first passionate night together, Adam spent the night at the apartment with Dean. They were rudely woken up the next morning by Dusty and David having sex. “Tell me again why I can’t fuck you in the apartment, but those two are in there trying to tear the walls down?” Adam asked, his thick cock already hard and pressing against Dean’s backside. Dean wholeheartedly agreed and decided, to hell with his son’s request that he and Adam tread lightly when at the apartment because it made him “uncomfortable.”

  That same day, Maggie finally told Dusty she was pregnant. Possibly because she was due to pop at any moment and time was running out unless she intended to simply show up at their door, baby in tow and shout, “Surprise!”

  Liable to go down as one of the worst days ever, the afternoon was punctuated with a visit from David’s mother, Diane Thompson. David explained that after the attack at school—and seeing how Dean was by their side through it all—he missed his mother. So he’d called her in a moment of weakness that he quickly regretted. After making it clear to the bigoted woman that David belonged to them now, Dusty ordered her out of his home and Dean wrapped that order in a pretty bow by shoving the bitch out into the hallway and attempting to slam the door on her bony ass, but she’d moved too quickly.

  “You belong to us now, David; we’re your family,” Dusty told his boyfriend, and Dean and Adam agreed.

  When Adam left for work and David went off to school, Dean was able to sit down and have a long heart-to-heart conversation with his son. He came clean about everything: he and Maggie drifting apart, the fighting and drinking, and the cheating. He knew his son was hurt and disappointed in him, but he was also understanding. Things were less tense between them after that, for which Dean was grateful.

  He and Adam were on their way to lunch one Sunday afternoon when Adam got a call from his friend and patient, Beau, who was the boyfriend of one of Dusty’s friends, William. “Of course Beau, text me the address and we’ll be there as fast as possible.”

  Concerned, Dean wondered if one of his son’s close friends might be hurt. Why else would Beau call Adam on a Sunday afternoon and ask for his help? “Everything okay?”

  “I think so, but I’m not sure. I need to take a driv
e out to Mamaroneck to be certain,” Adam responded. “Do you want me to take you back to the apartment?”

  Dean shook his head, reaching for Adam’s hand. “No, it’s fine. I’ll go with you if you don’t mind.” Adam nodded. He didn’t know what was going on, but judging by the immediate change in Adam’s demeanor from the time he answered the call until he ended it, Dean wanted to be there for Adam if things weren’t okay.

  Adam nodded sharply. “Do me a favor; pull up that text and type the address into the GPS for me, would you?” he asked when his phone dinged.

  “Of course.” Dean typed the Mamaroneck address into the GPS. It took them about an hour to make the drive. Small talk was exchanged on the way, but Adam was tense, preoccupied, so Dean didn’t push. He was confident all would be explained when they arrived. If not, if questions needed to be asked; he’d ask them later.

  When they arrived, Dean couldn’t help but be in awe of the large home with a tire swing hanging from a tree in the front yard. Stepping out of Adam’s BMW, he sucked in a deep breath of welcome fresh air. “Jesus, this place is amazing Adam; who lives here?”

  Before Adam could answer him, William and a couple of other guys Dean recognized as friends of Dusty’s bounded down the steps from the back porch. “Adam, Dean, thanks for coming on such short notice. Beau thought it might help given the circumstances.”

  They were ushered into the house through the back porch, into a large, roomy kitchen that looked inviting. Several loud voices were trying to talk over each other in the room beyond the kitchen and dining room. Dean recognized some of them; others he had never met or seen in pictures, but he would probably know by name. The tall man with black hair and equally black eyes Dean recognized from Facebook posts as one of the owners of All Cocks INC. approached where he stood with William just inside the back door.

  His gaze was unnerving, taking Dean in from head to toe before a spark of recognition lit in his eyes. “You are being Dusty’s father; I am seeing resemblance, please come, come.” He waved Dean further into the house with his hand. “I am Victor Dimir; that is my husband Andrew.” He pointed at a man with black curly hair that was currently yelling at someone on the phone. “And that is my husband Mattie.” The man that sounded like count Dracula pointed out an extremely beautiful but young blond standing in the den holding…a baby?

  “Who’s…what…baby?” Dean couldn’t string two words together it seemed. He knew of the Dimir men—Dusty spoke of them often, but he’d never met them and at no point in time had Dusty told him that they had a baby.

  “Mattie, can you come sit over here on the couch so I can take a look at her?” Adam asked. “Shit, hang on, I left my bag in the car.”

  “Language, Adam,” the blond admonished.

  From there, what happened could only be described as chaos. Dean wondered how in the hell Dusty remained sane if all these people were always around talking over each other and eating and drinking and…it was a big damn house, but still. Adam retrieved his medical bag just as Dusty and David walked in, Dusty eyeing his father curiously. Over the course of that afternoon, in a two-hour time span, every life in that house changed. Apparently, the Dimir men had been trying to become fathers by fostering a child, adoption, or surrogacy, but nothing ever came to fruition because not only were they gay, they were in threesome relationship living as married men in a marriage not recognized by the state of New York. And, they owned an online gay porn studio.

  William shared the story of the day they were all sitting at the long kitchen table in the dining room eating breakfast when the last letter came, another denial from the state of New York, barring Matthew Dimir from becoming a foster parent. How upset the fragile young man was after that. Looking over his shoulder, Dean watched Mattie with the baby girl, how perfectly at home he looked with that baby in his arms. How could anyone deny him that? The Lord works in mysterious ways, though. The minister that had performed the Dimir men’s ceremony when they married was called to a local hospital when a baby was abandoned in the nursery by her drug-addicted, HIV positive mother. And that was where Adam came in.

  Dean was content to fade into the background as pandemonium was in full effect all around him. “That was quite an afternoon.” He blew out a shaky breath once they were in the car and heading back to the city.

  Adam reached for his hand, threading their fingers together. “I know we had plans. I’m so sorry; you’re not upset, are you?”

  “Oh, God no, Adam, that was definitely more important. It’s just…that was a lot going on all at once and my brain hurts.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

  “Come home with me tonight?” Adam asked.

  Dean smiled, nodding. “Yeah, I’d like that. Wait, I have a project due tomorrow that I need to finish. Can we stop by the apartment so I can grab my laptop?”

  “Of course,” Adam quickly agreed. “Pack a bag while you’re at it; I’m off tomorrow, so we can spend the day together after you finish working.”

  It didn’t take more than fifteen minutes for Dean to pack an overnight bag and the large computer bag he kept all his work stuff in, and then he was out the door with Adam, leaving a note for Dusty not to expect him back that night. Judging by the looks and not so subtle comments Adam was making on the drive to his house, Dean was confident he was going to get lucky very soon. So he decided to finish the project and send it off to the client for approval while Adam showered. Foresight was an amazing thing, especially when your boyfriend decided the first thing he needed to do after his shower was bend you over the couch, rim your ass like no one ever had and then pound you so goddamn hard, said couch wound up in the middle of the living room.

  Dean was growing quite fond of the constant ache he felt in his ass. About the time it started to fade, Adam would fuck him good and hard and he’d welcome the return of the now-familiar ache. His stature and size gave Adam the ability to be rough and plow him without hurting him, and he loved it. Loved the fact that his lover could push him to limits most people wouldn’t enjoy in bed. They were nowhere near a dominant and submissive type of relationship; Dean didn’t take orders and gave as good as he got. It was the knowledge that Adam could hold him down and fuck him hard enough to leave bruises, that he could manhandle him and mark him with the press of his fingers, a graze of teeth over his collarbone, and Dean could physically take it all.

  Regardless of how many times or how often they had sex, Dean could not get enough. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, even with Maggie. It was as if the two of them were split from the same mold, and now that they’d found their other half, they were insatiable, unstoppable, and wanton. When thinking back on the early days of their relationship, those first few intense weeks, Dean felt certain he could pinpoint the exact moment he started falling in love with the beautiful man beside him. The double date with Dusty and David in Central Park when Adam quickly interceded after taking notice of Dean’s emotional state—without any words, his lover simply knew, almost instinctually, that something was wrong. That was the beginning for Dean, the moment his heart opened up and invited his Viking angel lover in.

  Anyone on the outside looking in would say it was too soon for feelings from the heart; he and Adam had only known each other a short couple of months. He could argue that they were both older, mature men that had each lived a lifetime of memories with someone already. Neither of them had been given a guarantee that they’d find someone to share life with, much less another when the first was lost. And now fate stood at the foot of the bed they shared, offering them another chance at love. So when they fell into bed, their bodies covered with sweat and come, both breathless and sated…Dean knew it was the right time to tell his lover how he felt.

  Stretching out beside Adam, his head on his chest, Dean smiled up at him. Adam was running his fingers through his hair lazily. “Adam, I need you to know that I’m falling in love with you.” Those fierce blue eyes widened slightly, his fingers stilled. Dean sat up, reac
hing for Adam’s hand. Patiently, quietly, Dean waited for what seemed like a goddamn eternity for Adam to respond.

  Slowly, Adam sat up to face him. He reached for Dean, his big, strong hand cupping Dean’s cheek. He could feel the warmth in Adam’s fingers on his skin buzzing like an electrical current. His gaze penetrated down deep to Dean’s soul and he found it hard to breathe; it was so intense. Pulse quickening, heart hammering in his chest, Dean didn’t know how much longer he could wait for Adam to respond before he flew apart. Adam blinked a couple of times and it was only then, when a tear fell down his cheek, that Dean realized he wasn’t breathing. A noise he didn’t recognize escaped him, something between a laugh and a psychotic wail while gulping air, and he threw himself at Adam, peppering his face and lips with kisses.