The Moonlight Breed 8: Leap in the Dark by Gabrielle Evans (chrysanthemum read aloud .txt) 📕

“Right now?”

Braxton looked so excited that Xander couldn’t stop the chuckle that rumbled through his chest. “I wouldn’t say no.”

“Yes, please, and hurry.”

The guy was always passionate in their lovemaking, but his sudden eagerness just proved that Xander had been neglecting his mate in more ways than one. Wow, what a selfish prick you are, Alexander Brighton.

Holding Braxton around the waist with his good arm, he rose from his chair and strode out of the kitchen, ignoring the strange looks he received when he passed through the common room. Once inside their bedroom, he placed Braxton on his feet and pushed his own sweatpants down his legs so that they pooled around his ankles.

Braxton dove at him like a wild animal, causing him to stumble backward until he was pressed against the closed door. Dropping to his knees, he fisted the base of Xander’s swollen cock and wrapped his plump lips around the crown without preliminaries. His tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, and he sucked hard until his cheeks hollowed.

Lacing his fingers through Braxton’s short, spiky hair, Xander dropped his head back against the door and groaned as the incredible, moist heat wrapped around his aching dick. Braxton worked the lower half of his length through his fist, squeezing and stroking, and in no time at all, Xander was teetering dangerously close to the edge.

“Bed,” he ordered as he pulled Braxton’s head back by his hair. He hesitated for a moment, but this was Braxton. He could tell him anything and know he’d never be judged. “I’m going to need some help.”

Braxton rose gracefully but kept a firm grip on Xander’s cock as he backpedaled toward the mattress, pulling Xander with him by his dick. “Stop thinking so much. We might have to do things a little differently, but we’ll figure it out together.”

Stopping when his legs hit the edge of the bed, Braxton released his hold on Xander, undressed quickly, and crawled to the center of the mattress where he sprawled out on his back. “I’m assuming you haven’t forgotten how this works.”

Xander was graced with that gorgeous smile that always made him feel ten feet tall and invincible. He still remembered the first time he’d ever seen that look of total trust and adoration on his lover’s face. Though he’d been blessed with it often in the time they’d been together, it never failed to warm him and make his pulse quicken.

Reaching over his head, Braxton managed to find the lube nestled into the corner of the shelved headboard without even looking. Then he popped the cap with his thumb, while he lifted his other hand and crooked his index finger, beckoning Xander to him. “I can do this by myself, but I think it would be more fun if you joined me.”

Easing down on the foot of the bed, Xander eyed the bottle Braxton offered him and frowned. His dominant hand wasn’t functional, and he’d never attempted to stretch and prepare his mate with his left hand before. It was little moments like these that reminded him just how much he’d taken for granted. Even the simplest of tasks now took double the time and twice the amount of effort.

He could continue to sulk and be pissed off at the world, or he could adapt. As he gazed down at all of the smooth, creamy skin on display and practically begging for his touch, returning to the land of the living seemed like a much better option than wallowing in self-pity.

Holding his hand out palm up, he took a deep breath and released it slowly when Braxton coated his fingers in the slippery gel. Here goes nothin’. Xander insinuated himself between his lover’s knees and cocked his head to the side. This definitely wasn’t going to work. “Flip over.”

Eager to please, Braxton maneuvered around until he was on his stomach and pulled his knees under him, lifting his ass in the air for easier access. “Like this?”

“Very nice,” Xander praised as he leaned forward to nip at one perfectly rounded globe.

He continued to lave kisses across his mate’s lower back and over his hip as he skimmed his slick fingers along Braxton’s crease. The quiet, muffled moan he received when he found his lover’s fluttering star was music to his ears and a sound he hadn’t heard in far too long.

It took a bit more work than usual, and he was mindful of the amount of pressure he exerted as he penetrated the ring of muscle with just one digit. The velvety heat that wrapped around his finger was bliss, and a strangled groan rumbled through his chest as Braxton’s inner walls clamped down around him.

Stretching his lover took more time and concentration than usual, but Xander found he didn’t mind. Somewhere along the way in their relationship, they’d fallen into a rut where small things like foreplay were often overlooked. It was a strange silver lining to his injury, but he wouldn’t waste the opportunity to slow things down and reconnect with his mate.

“Xander, please.”

Ah, he loved the sounds Braxton made, and just as always, he couldn’t deny the man in anything. “C’mere, chulo.” He might only have one good arm to hold Braxton with, but it was better than none.

Helping his lover into his lap, he kept a firm grip on Braxton’s hip as the man fisted the base of his cock, holding it upright so that the leaking tip pressed insistently against his lover’s entrance. Inch by torturous inch, Braxton lowered over Xander’s dick, impaling himself until his pert ass rested against the tops of Xander’s thighs.

His length flexed inside Braxton’s hot, snug channel, and a series of shivers rippled along his spine. His mate didn’t even give him a chance to get his bearings before he started a fast, hard rhythm that left Xander gasping for breath.

Braxton’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and his head fell back as the most exquisite look of surrender fell over