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  He chuckled. “No.”

  “Good. It’s my lips that’s busted, not anything else.” Definitely not anything else. Though my dick had wilted a little after my dumb attempt at a kiss.

  His hand wrapped around it, like he’d read my thoughts. “Stop trying to kiss me and we’ll get this show back on the road.” He grinned wickedly, moving his hips again in time with his fist stroking my cock.

  Since he’d sat up now and there was no shoulder for me to hold on to, I let my arms flop to the bed. A soft moan left me and my eyes fluttered closed again as he quickened his thrusts.

  “You look so sweet like this, Kasey,” he said. “All flushed and spread open for me.”

  Him saying that only made me flush more. But his words also made me happy. He always praised me. Al had never done that. No one had ever done that before, not the guys I’d sucked off either. But Wynn… he always said nice things during sex. He was quite talkative, wasn’t he?

  “Do you like to take it from behind?”

  He just wasn’t going to let me lie still and enjoy this in quiet, was he? “Umm, yeah.”

  “Let’s do that then.” He pulled out, his dick still as hard as ever, the condom glistening with lube, the piercings trapped underneath it. He grabbed my hips and flipped me over before I could even think about moving. Getting an eyeful of his cock pretty much ensured I wouldn’t be able to think, so… yeah. Good thing he took charge.

  I got my knees under me and lifted my lower body off the bed.

  “Fuck.” He grabbed my arse, squeezing, spreading my cheeks. The head of his dick bumped against my opening, then slid in without any resistance.

  A low, drawn-out moan escaped me and I buried my face in the sheets.

  “You can make a noise,” he said, leaning over me, hands running from my hips and up to brace against my shoulder-blades as he quickened his thrusts. “How many times do I have to tell you that? You don’t have to be quiet with me. I want to hear you.” He did a particularly hard, deep thrust, and I couldn’t hold the groan in. “There you go.”

  “It’s so good,” I whispered, wanting him to know just how much I enjoyed this. Being loud in bed was embarrassing, but I could definitely tell him. Tell instead of show… Hah. Shouldn’t it be show instead of tell? I’d work on it. If Wynn didn’t think it was embarrassing, then it wasn’t right?

  He kept his thrusts up, hitting my prostate so good each time I felt like I might burst. And I did—I came without touching my dick and a few tears leaked out from the corner of my eyes. Damn, even during sex I cry now. But that was because it was so damn good. Because Wynn knew what he was doing, knew how to make my body react to every single thing he did. He already knows me so well like this.

  His thrust grew a little erratic, his breath stuttering as he came too.

  My knees gave out and he followed me down, body covering mine. He was heavy, but I didn’t mind. It was nice to be so completely surrounded by him. It was so safe. Whenever he was around I didn’t have to be afraid.

  “I’ll be right back.” He brushed a kiss over the nape of my neck, then extracted himself from me. His dick, now flaccid, popped out of me and he pulled off the condom as he padded over the floor to the bathroom.

  I hugged the pillow close, not caring right now that I lay in the middle of a wet spot. I’d have to get up eventually, and we’d have to change the sheets—or the duvet cover, anyway, but for now I was too content to bother with anything.

  “Was it that good?” He laughed as he came into the bedroom again.

  My gaze zeroed in on his dick and the piercings glinting in the light. It was… fascinating. I couldn’t stop looking.

  “Did I leave you speechless?” He bent over me, pressing a harder kiss to the nape of my neck.

  “Umm.” His dick was so close now. I grabbed it, cupping it in my palm, rubbing my thumb over the piercings. “I just really like these.”

  He chuckled. “My piercings?”

  “Mmm.” I cupped his balls too. They were round, heavy.

  “You’ve changed a lot in the past few days, you know.”

  “Hmm?” I finally tore my gaze away from his dick to look up into his eyes. “How so?”

  “Well, for starters, you’re not a bundle of anxiety anymore.” He leaned down again, nose rubbing against the top of my head. “And that deer-caught-in-headlights-look… that’s gone too.” He climbed on the bed and stretched out next to me. I still fondled his dick, not letting it go, but I did arrange myself so I rested against him now instead of the pillow.

  He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, holding me close. “It was all his fault, wasn’t it?”

  “Yeah.” And it was true. Al had made me afraid of everything. Of people finding out, of people simply talking to me or being annoyed by me, like he always was. But Wynn… he made me feel safe and he never put me down. In fact, he’d helped me up, hadn’t he? When I couldn’t deal with the job, he’d taken me under his wing had properly taught me how to mix all kinds of drinks himself. No one else had ever done that. “This is better, right?”

  His grip around my shoulders tightened. “Lots better.”

  And I smiled against his chest. I might’ve been slapped around and bruised by Alistair. Wynn and I might not love each other yet, but we liked each other a hell of a lot. We were compatible. And love always started with like, didn’t it?

  It was hard to say after only a week if we’d make it, but so far we were good. I was living with him already, we were good together, we got along, we had great sex… That was a good foundation to build on.

  I knew I had my bad sides and he likely did as well, and we’d figure each other out eventually as we continued to live together… but that was what it was supposed to be like. We were supposed to experience both the good and the bad in each other, and then move on from there. Accept it, fight about it, whatever… I didn’t think we wouldn’t ever fight, because all couples did that from time to time. I didn’t think we’d always be this content and calm, because that wasn’t what life was like.

  But we liked each other. We wanted to try and build from this. We wanted to be together. We wanted a relationship with each other. And yes, it had only been a week, but we’d already built a strong foundation. I wholeheartedly believed that.

  A strong foundation was needed for when love came along, for when life got hard again. With that strong foundation, it would be hard to knock it all down. Mutual like and respect… that was good. That was what had lacked previously. With Wynn, it didn’t.

  “I really like you,” I whispered.

  He grunted. “Good. Because I really like you too.” And he kissed the top of my head, and I smiled, and for that moment everything was perfect.

  Yeah, love can definitely be built on this.

  Afterword

  Thanks so much for reading Bruised. This novel didn’t turn out as I had planned at all, but I think it’s that much better for it. First of all, it was supposed to take place over a span of months, not just a week, but that would make it massive and bog it down. I think, even if a week isn’t that much time, it has a happy ending. A hopeful ending.

  Fear not though! I plan on writing more. This’ll be a series. In fact, I’ve got a short story coming out in two weeks from Wynn’s POV. It takes place after Bruised, so no mirrored scenes, but it was fun to get to delve into Wynn’s mind.

  The next novel will be from Kasey’s POV again though. I like being in his head. And he’s got some stuff to figure out still.

  If you enjoyed this book, I would very much appreciate it if you’d be so kind as to leave a review. Thanks again for reading! Until next time.

  Best,

  Tina T. Kove

  About the Author

  TT lives in Norway and writes about gay men living in Norway. She also occasionally writes about gay men living in the UK, because she loves the UK. Norway might be too cold for her, but TT doesn’t like the summer, so she’s learned to adapt. TT is happiest in front of her
computer, creating emotional stories about men loving other men.

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