So Far Gone in You(Primal Heat 2)(30)

He grabbed a small container of lube from his nightstand before walking to the door, easing it open. The last thing he needed was for Aunt Mya or Uncle Fester to wake up. He tiptoed down the hall and then slipped into the guest bedroom.

Olin stilled when he saw Karidon hugging a pillow, one leg swung over onto Coop’s thigh. Coop was no better. He was sleeping with his arms and legs wide, as if staked to the desert sands. Olin smiled and wished he’d brought his camera with him. This would make an awesome blackmail photo if Karidon ever gave him shit in the future.

Olin moved silently to the side of the bed and then hesitated. What exactly did he hope to accomplish by kicking Karidon out and slipping in next to Coop?

You know exactly what will happen. Are you ready to be claimed? Are you ready to possibly get pregnant? Think about this before you wake the man. Think long and hard.

Olin’s gaze slid over Coop’s face. He would never find another man like Cooper Dalton. He could still feel the man’s arms wrapped around him as Olin shared his memories with the man, feeling as if a suffocating weight had been lifted off of his soul.

How long are you going to fool yourself into thinking you can live without this man? If you don’t want this, you better walk away and let Coop have a chance at being happy with someone else.

That thought made Olin feel as though his chest were being crushed. He couldn’t let Coop go. Olin might be afraid of letting Coop in, but he was terrified to shut the man out.

Then give yourself to him, mind, body, and soul. No holding back.

Coop’s eyelids flew open, his beautiful dark-gold eyes locking onto Olin. The color in his irises churned like a storm at sea before he held out a hand.

Olin took a deep breath and then took it. He slipped into the bed and knelt there beside Coop, trembling as their hands stayed linked together. Olin set the lube aside as Coop turned his head, shook Karidon, and then nodded toward the door.

Karidon didn’t complain about being woken at three in the morning. He slipped from the bed and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Coop turned back to Olin, the darkness of the room concealing part of him as the moon bathed the other half. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Olin’s heart beat like the stampede of a thousand wild horses. He pressed his free hand over his chest to feel his crazy-beating heart. “I’ve been alone in here”—Olin tapped his chest—”and I was so damn lost. It was you who found me. It was you who stood by me even when I tried to push you away.” Olin shook his head. “I want to be so gone in you that I’m consumed by Cooper Dalton.”

When Coop reached up and cupped Olin’s jaw, Olin closed his eyes and rubbed his face over the strong hand. He’d gone this far. He might as well confess it all. “You helped me breathe again,” he confessed.

“Funny,” Coop said as the pad of his thumb brushed over Olin’s cheek. “I didn’t start breathing until I met you.”

Coop pulled him down and then kissed Olin so gently, so softly that Olin felt as if he’d fallen right into heaven. He climbed over Coop’s waist and straddled him.

“I’m not sure why, but I’ve been fascinated with your beard for the longest time.” Olin smiled as his fingernails scraped along the dark hairs. Coop lay there and let him explore, his gaze locked onto Olin’s face as if the guy wondered if this was a dream. Olin felt the same way. He couldn’t believe he was here with Coop.

His fingers glided from Coop’s jaw to trace his neck and then slid over the man’s bare shoulder. The swirls in his dark-gold eyes churned faster, but Coop had yet to move, to try and claim Olin. His chest rose and fell more rapidly, but he remained still.

“Am I torturing you?” Olin asked as the tip of his finger trailed around Coop’s nipple.

“Are you trying to?”

Olin grinned. “Maybe.”

A sensual, sweet smile curved Coop’s lips upward. “Then I’m all yours.”

The guy continued to surprise Olin at every turn. When they’d first met, Olin wanted to choke the guy into unconsciousness. Still did sometimes. But then Coop showed Olin another side to whom he was, and Olin had melted like butter. Either Coop was the one for him, or Olin seriously needed meds.

“What can you guarantee me if I give my life to you?” Olin asked as he shifted on Coop’s waist.

He felt the tip of the man’s erection press into one cheek. Olin was dying to peel the guy’s pajama bottoms off, but he liked going slow, teasing, exploring.

“I can guarantee that you won’t regret it.” Coop pressed his warm hand over Olin’s chest and then let it slide down until it touched the tent in his pants. Olin shivered and panted lightly. “I can guarantee that I’ll do whatever I have to in order to make you happy.”