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the perfect rhythm.
    Sam was rapidly becoming addicted to Mac’s tongue and lips.
    He couldn’t get enough and he seemed to be incapable of letting
    go, not even to breath. He traced arm tattoos, touched muscular
    shoulders and pecs, twisted erect nipples, and caressed Mac’s
    rippling hard abs. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the big guy
    away from the door before sliding his hands inside and grabbing
    his ass so tightly Sam was sure he was leaving bruises.
    They both moaned as their pricks made contact and ground
    against each other through the thick material of their jeans. But
    it wasn’t close enough.
    “Jesus,” he whimpered when Mac disengaged their mouths
    and clamped his teeth in the curve between Sam’s shoulder and
    neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin, making him harder
    than he’d ever been in his life.
    Then Mac grabbed his face and started feasting on his mouth
    like a starving man again, and all Sam could do was give back as
    good as he got. He split Mac’s butt cheeks open and inserted his
    finger in his crease, grinding himself harder against the slightly
    taller man and groaning when he finally touched his puckering
    hole. Their kiss turned voracious. Mind-blowing.
    Mac reached down and yanked Sam’s jeans open and they
    both growled when his big hand tugged on his tight balls and
    then covered his dick. Sam lost control. He was possessed by lust
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    the likes of which he was unfamiliar with, and he couldn’t wait to
    get in this man’s pants.
    He pulled Mac’s jeans down and they must had moved closer
    to the bed and lost balance because the next thing he was barely
    conscious of was his back hitting the mattress and Mac landing
    on top of him.
    He broke the kiss and pushed Mac’s shoulders a little. “Fuck,
    Tex. You’re heavy.”
    He didn’t like to be pinned down. Ever. The fact that having
    at least 250 pounds keeping him flat on his back wasn’t making
    him hyperventilate in panic was another first for Sam, even if all
    that weight was raw, animal, and sexy as hell male.
    “I’m sorry.” Mac tried to stand up, but for some unknown
    reason Sam grabbed his forearms and stopped him from moving
    away.
    “It’s okay,” he whispered. “It’s okay for now.”
    He closed his eyes when Mac touched their foreheads
    together. He was too close. It was too fucking intimate. But Sam
    couldn’t not have this. He took several deep breaths that didn’t
    do shit to calm his out of control heartbeat. He had no damn
    clue what it was that had gotten into him, but Mac’s weight felt
    right. Sam liked Mac’s chest grazing his own almost as much as
    he wanted to bury his cock in the blond’s hole. Before he could
    stop himself, Sam opened his legs to accommodate Mac’s form
    and get closer to him. Just for a little bit, before he pushed him
    away and fucked that sexy drawl out of him.
    “Oh, fuck,” Mac moaned, lowering his face and lapping at
    one of Sam’s nipples with his tongue. “You want me to turn the
    lights off now?”
    “Why would I want that?” Sam lowered his own head until
    he was able to take Mac’s earlobe between his teeth and pull at it.
    “Are you ready for me?”
    “I want to blow you, Sam,” Mac whispered against his neck,
    his calloused hand busy lowering both their jeans past their hips.
    It was uncomfortable as hell, but at least their erections had some
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    freedom now. “I want to taste you and have you come in my
    mouth.”
    “You can’t.” Not without protection, Sam thought, but he
    would have given anything to be able to feel those luscious lips
    wrapped around his bare cock and fill Mac’s mouth with his
    release. He knew he was clean, but what about the Texan? He
    just couldn’t risk it. But the mere thought of it… “Damn it.”
    “I know.” He physically felt Mac’s hushed lament somewhere
    in his chest. What the hell? It was probably the vibration of his
    voice. “Yeah… I just…” He