20 Chapter 20

And suddenly he felt Gabe plunge into his hole, causing his head to spin, his body to tighten, and then loosen as Gabe slid so easily in and out, welcoming, begging, needing every thrust and stroke and motion that he put on him. Deuce could swear the bed was moving as if it were alive. Gabe Wesley was exactly what Deuce needed, exactly what he’d been missing, and he wasn’t ready or willing to give him up again, even if it meant a trip right down into the middle of hell.

It was there, right there in that flame-ridden bed that he made a decision.

This time he stayed the whole night with Gabe holding him close.

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