Free Dear Rose 3: Winter's Risk by Mechele Armstrong Page A

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    Quinn used his hands to drop his pants to the floor, thrusting his hips forward as they pooled around his ankles. He looked down. “This goes better with stripping pants. Tight jeans don’t cut it.”
    Only they did. He was sexy as anything Zach had ever seen. His cock was long and thick. Reddened. It rose up against Quinn’s stomach. A thin layer of fair-colored hair was smattered along the base of his cock. Zach’s cock pushed along the top to his pants, seeming to want to be free.
    Quinn shucked his feet from the confines of the pants and finally slid them fully off. He stood naked before Zach.
    Zach couldn’t pull his gaze away from Quinn’s cock. Didn’t want to. He wanted to lap his tongue around it. And he would.
    He turned his gaze to the windows around them. The shades and curtains were drawn. Good, because he didn’t want to give the neighbors a show. Especially in Quinn’s neighborhood.
    Quinn clucked his tongue. “Okay, Army Man. It’s your turn to take off your pants.”
    Zach had been intending to do that, but he stopped. He stared down Quinn. “Why don’t you come over here and help me?”
    “I thought you’d never ask.” Quinn was at his side in two seconds. He scooted closer to him and tugged on the upper portion of Zach’s jeans.
    Zach lowered his hands over Quinn’s. He settled his fingers across him and plastered his mouth to Quinn’s. Each kiss was a delve in and gave as much as he took from Quinn. He finally broke his mouth from Quinn’s. “Finish.”
    Quinn took a second as if collecting his thoughts and then lowered his hands again. He slipped the material over Zach’s thighs and to his feet. Zach lifted each foot, and Quinn slid the jeans from Zach.
    Zach stood exposed in front of a naked man. He waited for the usual guilt to start, but it didn’t. Maybe he was finally growing to accept who he was. Girls were simpler, because that was expected. When he’d gotten his first erection over a boy, he’d been stunned and surprised. He’d not expected to like both sexes. He hadn’t wanted to. Had fought it for years, even up until now. But he couldn’t change who he was.
    Quinn whistled in appreciation as he circled Zach again. His gaze seemed particularly drawn by Zach’s cock. “Nice piece.”
    Zach shook his head. “Just me.”
    “Yep, yep, it is.” He came up against Zach in an embrace that pressed their bodies together.
    Zach hissed at the feel of the man’s body touching him. Too good. Their cocks brushed against each other. Not to mention the words. Quinn liked him back. It was an amazing thing.
    Imagine Josie between us.
    He squashed those thoughts that might be his answer. Tonight was about him and Quinn, and this might never go any further. He wouldn’t think about a future. Only tonight. And he needed to focus on Quinn. Not have thoughts of Josie. Because if he couldn’t keep those out, they had no chance.
    Zach slipped from Quinn’s arms and located the lube. He undid the cap and poured a handful in his palm. “Like cherry, do we?” It was flavored. “And warming? Really?”
    Quinn’s grin was fierce. “If you haven’t had the warming kind, you haven’t lived.” He rubbed a hand down his chest. “Course, if you haven’t had me, you haven’t lived either.”
    “That’s about to change.” Zach peeked at his dripping hands. “On both fronts.” Part of him still expected Quinn to call this off. To put a halt to what was going on between them.
    “Yep.” Quinn went to the couch and stretched out on it. He elongated his body as much as possible. “Yep, all yours.”
    “Should we put down towels or something?” Zach indicated the wetness in his hands.
    “While I appreciate the sentiment, this is a removable slipcover. I have another one like it. Doesn’t matter what gets on it. I can wash it.” He beckoned with one finger and arched a brow. “No cold feet now.”
    Zach didn’t have cold anything. All of him was burning up. He took a