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My eyes are fixed on Connor's slumbering face, enjoying the view, because, for once, I am the first one awake. Asleep, he's peaceful, if a little chaotic. His hair is wild on his head, a line from his pillow imprinted across his cheek, and he smacks his lips before they twitch like he's trying to smile.

This man is a walking contradiction—towering and rugged, exuding masculinity from every inch of his body, yet with me, he's soft-spoken and affectionate.

Beautifully submissive.

Last night, holding him while he worked through his emotions was as heartbreaking as it was fulfilling. He hit that space that gave him a high more potent than any drug, from nothing more than the touch of our mouths and hands. But the higher you fly, the further you fall, and the crash to reality hit him hard.

He trusted me to guide him gently to the ground, and I couldn't ask for a greater gift.

"Wake up, my love," I whisper, nuzzling his ear as he stirs.

"Don't wanna," he mutters, and I smile as he cuddles back into the pillow.

"What if I lure you with the promise of donuts from that bakery across the street?" He grunts softly and turns away from me, tugging the blanket over his head like he can hide his gargantuan body with it. "If you don't get up, I'll have to go by myself."

Without bothering to open his eyes, he rolls back over and slings his beefy arm around me. "Not safe… must… protect…" he mumbles, and this time, I laugh louder.

Connor finally sits up, stretching his arms high above his head as the sheets fall off his delicious body. Unable to resist, I lean in for a hug and steal a whiff of his smell, heightened after a long night's sleep. "Are you sniffing me?"

"Yep." I do it again.

He grunts and shifts his hips, and I spot his erection pushing against the sheet. "Fucking hell," he mutters, trying to push it down, a tactic which has worked exactly zero times in human history. "What are you doing to me?"

Delighted by his irritation, a grin spreads across my face as he scowls at me. "Listen, it's not my fault you spent the first forty-one years of your life not realizing you like dick." My hand slides under the sheets, and he groans as I give him a slow pull from root to tip.

"So needy," I tease, then stroke him again. "Want me to take the edge off?"

"At my age, I'm pretty confident I need longer to reload the chamber." I laugh as he closes his eyes, his cock flexing in my grip.

"Sure about that?" I slide down the bed and push the blanket aside, exposing his straining erection. "You look like you could blow with just a few touches."

Lips ghosting over the tip of his cock, my breath blows across the slick skin and he whimpers my name. My tongue darts out and licks at his slit, collecting the clear bead of arousal there, and he throws his head back in a moan. I smile to myself, knowing he won't last.

Not if I have anything to do with it.

"Look at me, Connor," I command, and his eyes open and snap to mine. My mouth opens, the flat of my tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft as I take him in. Once I hold all of him in my mouth, I seal my lips and suck, feeling my cheeks hollow out as his moans become louder and more intense.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth." His fingers run through my hair as I suck a slow path up and down his length. "So fucking perfect." Tracing a line through the indentation of his hip, I cup his balls and give a gentle tug.

A splash of salt tells me he really likes that.

Another needy whimper leaves his throat as I suck harder, and his hand grips the back of my head, hips punching up as he holds me in place. My tongue flickers over the sensitive vee on the bottom of his crown and he releases a long, growling string of curses.

He fucks up into my mouth, his powerful thighs bunching under my palms, and I swirl over his head like a lollipop as he falters. An almost pained whine leaves him as his hips snap up, his cock jerking against my lips.

"Tai," he whimpers as cum sprays across my tongue and drips into my throat. I slow down, timing my sucks to the beat of his orgasm.

His limbs quiver as I release him, grinning proudly as he slouches against the headboard, panting. Just as he gets his wits back and smirks, reaching for me, a knock sounds at my door. "Oh, no, the fuck you don't! Go away!" I shout, then deflate when Monica responds.

"Sorry, sweet cheeks, but if we're going to stay on schedule today, we need to get moving soon." I sigh forlornly at my dissatisfied erection, and Connor finds it endlessly amusing.

"It'll be okay, sweetheart." He gives me a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth.

I scoff as I stand, heading into the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready. "You'll forgive me if I'm not comforted by the man who just got his dick sucked as a wake-up call." Toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, he stands behind me with a dopey grin on his face.

"Jush way, I cake care ovvu wayer," he says around his toothbrush, then wiggles his eyebrows. "Rearry good." I laugh, leaning back into him and meeting his eyes in the mirror. It's so mundane, brushing our teeth and laughing, but the intimacy of the moment almost takes my breath away.

I want this every morning.

The thought should terrify me, but instead fills me with a sense of rightness.

Connor helps me pack and then we head into the hallway so he can grab his stuff from the other room. Leaned against the wall, I'm waiting for him when Dante and Theo join me.

Theo's smile is scandalous as he slides over to me. "How was your night, Tai?"

A smirk plays on my lips as I pull them between my teeth. "None of your business."

"That was a rhetorical question. We already know it was a good night because you, my friend, moan like a slut. I mean, that was really loud." He releases an exaggerated porn star moan right as Connor walks into the hallway. He skids to a stop and turns an unnatural shade of neon red in an instant.

Theo's mouth drops open, and I brace for impact.

"Oh my God," he whispers, his hand over his sagging mouth. "Oh… my… God ! Is… is Jugs a filthy screamer?! Was that you?! "

"Quit that," I snap, hurrying over and wrapping my arms protectively around Connor, which is hilarious because I'm half his size. I glare at Theo. "Leave my man alone."

Dante's expression is soft as he smiles at us, ignoring his fiancé's floundering. "It's good to see you happy, old friend," he says, and Connor's posture relaxes.

"It's good to be happy." I can hear the smile in his voice as he kisses the top of my head.

"Alright, boys, sorry to break up the circle jerk," Monica says, a self-satisfied smirk tugging at her lips, "but we've gotta get moving. Chop, chop."