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get-the-job-done kind of sex.”
    Lowering his arm, Rhodes saw that Wash had turned onto his
side to face him. “What exactly have you done?”
    With a devilish grin, Wash purred, “You want me to talk
dirty to you?”
    “I don’t mean…well, yeah, I do , but I didn’t mean
that.” Rhodes shook his head, trying to bring his mind back from the tempting
place Wash’s words had led it. “I need to know what I’m dealing with here so I
don’t hurt you. You been fucked before?”
    Scooting closer, Wash ran his fingers across Rhodes’ chest,
tangling in the hair and tugging.
    “Wash.” Rhodes flattened his partner’s distracting hand
against his chest.
    “Yeah, a couple times,” Wash finally answered. His hand
trapped, he leaned in to close his mouth around one of Rhodes’ nipples.
    “Jesus Christ!” Rhodes almost flew off the bed.
    Raising his head, Wash gave him a smile way too smug for
Rhodes’ taste. With a growl, Rhodes rolled him back over to their original
position with Wash underneath him.
    “I liked fucking better, though.”
    After a second, Rhodes realized that Wash was still
answering his question. “‘Liked’?” he repeated with a cocked eyebrow. “Past
tense?”
    Wash’s eyes flickered away before coming back to Rhodes.
“The whole thing with that bouncer…you know, getting me back in line?”
    Pretty sure he knew what was coming, Rhodes’ cock surged.
“Yeah?” he barely managed to grunt.
    “And then in the club, when you were dragging me around,
calling me your bitch…”
    Wash was going to kill him with this. Rhodes barely kept his
eyes from rolling back in his head. Unable to say anything, he just nodded a
silent command to continue.
    “For some reason, you bossing me around made me hard as a
rock.”
    Just the words almost made Rhodes come. Gritting his teeth,
he rested his forehead on Wash’s shoulder for an endless moment, concentrating
on breathing. When he could manage talking again, he raised his head.
    “Okay then,” Rhodes growled. “You’re going to get fucked.”
    “’Bout time.” Wash barely got the words out before Rhodes
was kissing him again. This time, it was as if a barrier had been removed, as
if the dam had swept away and the river flowed uncontained. This was going to
happen—a year’s worth of fantasies were about to come true.
    With a growl, Rhodes twisted both hands in Wash’s silky hair,
pulling his head back, exposing his vulnerable throat. Rhodes kissed his neck,
licked, sucked and nipped as the vibrations from Wash’s moans moved through his
throat to Rhodes’ lips. Working his mouth back up, Rhodes bit at his partner’s
lips, drawing hungry, pleading sounds from Wash. The rougher Rhodes got, the
more frantic Wash sounded.
    Pulling back with a small, savage smile, Rhodes rasped,
“Like it rough, do you?”
    His eyes huge and hungry, Wash could only nod, his teeth
catching the edge of his swollen bottom lip. Rhodes liked that look, liked that
he’d caused that look. Sliding lower on Wash’s body, he caught one of
the other man’s nipples between his lips.
    It was Wash’s turn to grab Rhodes’ head. Sucking the small
nub, Rhodes closed his teeth in just the threat of a bite. Wash cried out,
arching his back, and Rhodes released him, soothing the abused flesh with a
stroke of his tongue before tracing a damp line to Wash’s other nipple.
    He sucked and licked at it, feeling Wash quivering beneath
him in anticipation of the pinch of his teeth. Rhodes smiled against Wash’s
chest and kept his mouth gentle, lips and tongue teasing.
    “Do it,” Wash hissed, pulling Rhodes’ head closer. “Fucking do it!”
    The plea in his voice made Rhodes take pity on him and he nipped
at the straining point of his nipple. Wash’s hips lurched up and he ground his
erection against Rhodes’ stomach, only the thin layer of his boxers separating
skin from skin. The feel of Wash’s cotton-wrapped cock reminded Rhodes that
there were even better things