Chapter 22
They f****d again when they got back to Sean’s house. Dane bent him over the bed, knocked open his legs, and took him from behind, pinning Sean’s hands at the small of his back to deprive him of touching himself until Dane was ready. He enjoyed the fact Sean was up for frequent s*x and not opposed to a little roughness. It made the relationship easier. Not that they were really in a relationship exactly—Dane couldn’t go so far as to think that of himself—but they were having relations at the very least, and he enjoyed that.
Sprawled on the bed afterward, Sean moaned.
“I missed you.”
“Don’t even start with that,” said Dane. He closed his eyes, not wanting to think about concepts like “future” and “together.” Dane wasn’t surprised Sean would bring s**t like this up, considerin
