Free Caleb Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 7] by Anitra Lynn McLeod Page A

his ass was unbelievably tight. McBride wanted to be inside him almost desperately, but he also didn’t want to hurt him.
    McBride let out a low growl when he discovered the warm tingly power of the greaser sensitized his prick. “And you think I’ll be able to last?”
    “It heightens awareness, but it’s also supposed to make climax more difficult.”
    “Sounds like everything you’ve ever done to me.”
    Caleb chuckled, which quivered his rectum around McBride’s prick.
    “It’s like I want to come so badly but I know I can’t.” McBride reached for Caleb’s prick, but Caleb pushed his hand away.
    “Oh, no. I’m going to wait.” Caleb kept his eyes closed. “I want to be inside you before I come again.”
    “Is that so?”
    “I could always stop.” Caleb started to lift up, but McBride tightened his grip on his hips.
    “Don’t you dare.”
    With amazing amounts of grace and raw physical power, Caleb slowly lowered himself over McBride until his cock was buried inside his snug rectum. Finally, Caleb’s eyes came open. The dangerous look in his gaze was replaced by something far more intriguing. For a moment, McBride didn’t know what to name that look, but then the answer came to him. It was the look of love. Caleb, the man who did everything in his power to present himself as an aloof, uncaring monster, was deeply and irrevocably in love with McBride. His expression was one of absolute trust and boundless affection. Just like the altar formed from thousands of candle tears, Caleb was now using McBride’s body to make a physical sacrifice upon.
    Gently, McBride flexed so that he could rise up and kiss Caleb. He murmured how beautiful he was, how special, how great his gift, and that nothing in the world could ever tear them apart.
    “Nothing?”
    “Nothing,” McBride assured him. “They say that a bloodbond is the most powerful, but it doesn’t come close to the strength of our soul bond.”
    Caleb rolled his hips, making McBride clutch at his thighs to hang on. Nothing had ever felt so good. He felt like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment. Using his entire body, Caleb quite literally danced on McBride’s cock. Each time he got close to climax, Caleb found a way to stretch the moment out just a bit more. By the time he finally felt there was no turning back, McBride was drenched in sweat, his breath was harsh, and his fingertips had dug so forcefully into Caleb’s meaty hips he was certain he would leave bruises.
    Sensing his imminent release, Caleb increased his torment and then clenched hard around McBride’s cock, forcing him to come so hard he practically lost consciousness. Drifting in a state of dreamy bliss, McBride pulled Caleb close and kissed him as he buried his hands in his beautiful hair. As they lay recovering, McBride thought of all the things they would do in the upcoming days.
    “Once we send the slammers packing, we’re going to move your things—including the wax-covered table—into my room.” McBride waited for Caleb to say something. When he didn’t, he added, “Or we can pick a different room. It doesn’t matter to me.”
    Caleb lifted up just enough so McBride could see his face. He knew before Caleb spoke that he wasn’t going to like what he had to say.

Chapter 6
     
    “Caleb?”
    “Not now. Please don’t make us do this now.”
    “Do what? I just wanted to move you into the big house. If you want to stay out here I won’t like it, but I guess I can understand that you want your privacy.”
    “It’s not about that.” Caleb couldn’t imagine anything better than crawling into bed with McBride. “I would be willing to work three times as hard during the day knowing that I got to bunk down with you each night.”
    McBride’s surprised grin turned into a frown. “Then what’s the problem?”
    “I’m not so sure we should get rid of the slammers.”
    McBride’s entire body tightened below Caleb’s. He was holding most of his