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behind Liam, kneeing his legs apart and pushing Liam down to his elbows. The quiet, accepting grunt from Liam did nothing to soothe his hunger. Too long had he denied this part of his sexuality. The part that wanted the flat, muscled planes of a male body, the part that urged him to reach around and grab Liam’s dick just to feel it in his hand.
    He ignored that urge, instead using his hands to spread Liam’s ass cheeks and expose the small, tight opening there. The bottle Liam had dropped caught Hunter’s eye. He held himself at bay long enough to grab the lube and squeeze a slippery line into Liam’s crease before he guided the flaring tip of his erection into place.
    Liam gasped at the pressure, thrilling Hunter’s system. If it was this good now, what would it be like once he got inside Liam’s ass?
    “Tell me if I hurt you.”
    Liam gave a choked laugh. “Jesus, Hunter. You aren’t going to hurt me.”
    But he could. Hunter knew instinctively that he could hurt Liam, and not just physically. He knew this man even though a decade separated them. Hunter’s body had been trained for war, trained to kill, and he’d spent the same time training his mind to ignore the feelings he had for this man, for this man’s wife. Jesus, he was one fucked-up Marine.
    Shaking his head to dislodge the unwelcome thoughts, he focused on the incredible feel of Liam’s hard, lean body under him. He was going to regret this tomorrow, but he couldn’t force himself to care tonight.
    He ran his hands over Liam’s flanks, digging his nails in just a little bit. Liam shuddered under him, and Hunter felt it right up the length of his cock and into his balls.
    Slowly, he pushed forward. Liam opened around him, a smooth, tight constriction that rivaled the sucking of Liam’s mouth. The hard slap of pleasure sang up his body.
    Hunter froze, just the head of his cock breaching Liam’s body. Holy fuck. How could he have known it would feel so good?
    Every move generated new, incredible sensations. The squeezing pressure, the smooth muscles, every inch he pushed forward swamped his pleasure centers.
    Liam’s muffled grunts only added to Hunter’s excitement. Liam squirmed, trying to work Hunter’s cock deeper.
    “Stop wiggling.”
    Liam moaned. “Can’t. God. Go deeper. Go all the way.”
    “Shut up,” Hunter ordered. Sweat dripped down his face with the effort to go slow.
    Instead of being quiet, Liam got louder. He shifted so he could palm his erection, tipping Hunter off balance and pushing his cock in to the root. Intense pleasure fired all the way through to the base of his spine.
    Liam moaned under him, a sound so viscerally sexual Hunter bit his lip to contain an answering groan. It suddenly seemed imperative that Hunter not make a sound. He might have his dick lodged in Liam’s ass, but he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much it affected him.
    Hunter readjusted his grip and changed his angle, withdrawing as slowly as he’d entered. This was new territory to him, and he concentrated on the scrape and pull of every movement. Out, all the way to the tip, then back in again. A slow, exploratory slide that drew his nerves taut and tightened his muscles to the point of agony. Fuck.
    Hunter’s concentration focused, everything narrowing down to sensory inputs. The burning friction of the carpet against his knees blended with the cool firmness of Liam’s buttocks pressed against his hips. The sound of Liam’s pleasure filled his head. The lights from the holiday display outside threw colored shadows into the hall, painting the smooth skin of Liam’s back like stained glass.
    The primal beauty of the moment slammed into him and he froze. His pounding heart stuttered in its rhythm and his breath whooshed out as if he’d been kicked in the solar plexus.
    “Hunter!” Liam’s voice snapped him back. He couldn’t deal with that shit now. Right now...right now he needed to move. His dick demanded his