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thrust that made me whimper.
    “Mmm,” I moaned, pushing up, pulling him closer, rubbing my aching cock against his smoothly furred belly. I shuddered. It wouldn’t take much, and he knew it. I kissed his neck, the plane of shoulder, anything I could reach, urging him to move on, to race for the finish with me.
    I shifted again, seeking more friction on my cock, when the sudden surge of sensitivity, the tightening in my belly signaled imminent release. Cris groaned. Beautiful. Fucking beautiful. His knee slid a bit on the sheets, and the angle of his penetration changed just enough to make that final thrust a direct brush over my gland. The sights, sensations, of making love with Cris were overwhelming.
    I drew my nails down his broad shoulder and back as I arched forward, shooting streams of pearly cum between us. “Yes,” I hissed.
    Cris collapsed completely, pressing me into the mattress as he stilled. I could feel the throb of his cock as he released inside me. I savored the bliss on his face as his eyes drifted open again.
    “Now can we talk?”
     

Chapter Seven
     
    I blinked. I could barely think, and he wanted to talk. There was something seriously wrong with this picture. “Umm…” I shoved him off me and slid out of bed. What the fuck? “You sure you wouldn’t just like to roll over and go to sleep?”
    The sweet image of Cris lying in my bed, waiting for me, gift wrapped as it were, was fading fast. What was so fucking important he couldn’t let me enjoy the afterglow? Snuggle a bit?
    Cris shoved the blankets away and sat up. He pulled the condom off and knotted it, aiming it at the wastebasket near the desk. He missed of course. He always missed.
    “Look, Ben. I don’t know what the fuck just happened here, but I told you before, I have things I want to say.” He rose determinedly from the bed and proceeded to stalk me around the room as I retreated in the face of his glare.
    “So talk. Who’s stopping you?”
    He scowled, neatly trapping me between his arms and the closet door where I’d intended to find a pair of shoes and jeans. “No one, I guess. It’s just kind of hard to say what I need to say when you’re acting like this.”
    I narrowed my eyes, crossed my arms over my chest, and waited.
    He sighed, tried to pull me forward. “Ben, this isn’t how I wanted to do this.”
    “I swear to God if you say it’s not me, it’s you, I’ll knee you in the groin without a second thought.” I don’t know on what planet it was considered acceptable to fuck someone before you break up with them, but at this point I was contemplating buying Cris a one-way ticket there.
    “Ben. Listen to me. Quit getting all dramatic. I don’t know what it’s not me, it’s you is supposed to mean. As far as I’m concerned, it’s both of us. Remember a few minutes ago, I said I love you.”
    I remembered. “Men say all kinds of things during sex that they don’t mean. I say all kinds of things during sex that I don’t mean.” I tacked on snidely.
    “Fuck you, Ben. I don’t, and you know it.” He stopped, drew in a few deep breaths, his chest swelling to press against me. I caught myself nearly leaning into that contact, pressed back against the door again.
    “So.”
    “So. I meant it when I said I loved you. I don’t know what you’re thinking. I never know what you’re thinking. My brother says it should be easier for me to understand you, ‘cause you’re a guy and I’m a guy and we should be on the same fucking page. Right now, I don’t think we’re even reading the same fucking book.”
    I wasn’t sure I was reading anything. The words swirled around in my head, but damn if any of them made sense. I closed my eyes and pictured Cris wrapped in ribbon on my bed. That was the memory I’d keep when he was gone. Love shining in his eyes, his delight at surprising me plain to see. My heart stopped beating for just a moment. I stopped reacting and started thinking. “Cris,” I ventured