Extraordinary Things - Beth Bolden Page 0,2

through him. Love and lust and tenderness and winding through all of that, a golden thread of abject gratitude.

Leo was the toughest person Caleb knew—the most relentless, and possibly the least forgiving person on the planet. So if he'd forgiven Caleb, and they'd moved on, that must mean Caleb deserved that forgiveness.

“You look,” Leo said thoughtfully, tapping a finger on Caleb's bottom lip, “you look like you're not thinking of what you should be thinking about.”

It was impossible not to laugh at the pout forming on his boyfriend's face. “What should I be thinking about?”

Leo grinned, irrepressible. “Me. Me, naked. My cock, naked.”

“Well, that's easy enough,” Caleb said, “I'm always thinking about that.”

“Are you?” Leo asked, eyes wide and guileless even as he rubbed his hardening cock against Caleb's thigh. “Then why don't you do something about it?”

Maybe other people wouldn't have enjoyed being with a partner who pushed and pushed and pushed until he got what he—but really, what they both—wanted, but Caleb had loved it his entire life. Leo was the fire that drove him. Otherwise, he'd probably have been somewhat content with a normal, boring life.

There'd been pain in the extraordinary life they'd created together—hardship and heartache and an agony so strong that even the memory of it still burned occasionally—but the joy never failed to make it worth every ounce of suffering.

He leaned down and scooped Leo up in his arms, taking them into the bedroom they shared.

Setting him on the bed, Caleb watched as he scooted backwards and rolled over, ass up. Wiggling, because of course. He set a hand on the curve of Leo's delectable ass—the ass that had starred in almost every fantasy of his since they'd first met, over ten years ago.

“Please,” Leo begged. When he got desperate, he got pliant and sweet, which was something Caleb could never take for granted. Something that he knew nobody else would ever see.

Caleb smoothed a hand down the long, tanned line of Leo's back, his mouth dry. He was so fucking gorgeous, the only thing he'd wanted for his entire life. “I'm going to make you feel so good,” he murmured, leaning down, and gently biting Leo's earlobe, before hooking his fingertips into the waistband of Leo's briefs and tugging them down.

The sight before him left him speechless, swallowing hard against the sudden wave of lust that left his cock hard and his brain dizzy.

“You are . . .”

“Fantastic, incredible, amazing?” Leo questioned, and Caleb could hear from the smugness in his tone that he was definitely smiling.

Caleb reached down and circled the sparkling blue plug with his fingertip. “I was thinking more along the lines of . . . naughty,” he said. “How long have you been wearing this? All night?”

Leo nodded, the muscles in his upper back bunching and then releasing as he felt Caleb's fingers close around the edge of the butt plug and gently begin to ease it out.

“It's a good thing I didn't know about it,” Caleb said. “I'd have dragged you to the nearest bathroom.”

Leo sniffed, and then gasped as Caleb finished pulling it out, the blunt silver end finally escaping his body. “There's a reason you didn't. Though,” he said, dragging out the word, “it just about killed me.”

“Fuck,” Caleb ground out.

“That's the idea,” Leo pleaded, wiggling again. “Fucking get in me now.”

But Caleb already had his hands on his pants, unbuttoning and then unzipping them, shucking them quickly, followed by his own briefs, and then he reached over, grabbing the lube from the drawer. “You need to be more patient,” he said, even though his own pulse was racing, his blood running hot and furious, his cock straining as he set a hand on Leo's flank.

“Patient?” Leo's voice rose to dangerously high levels.

“More patient,” Caleb corrected, but then he was sinking a lube-coated finger into Leo's already wet, already stretched hole and he howled.

“Fuck patience,” Leo yelped as Caleb added a second finger. “Fuck me now.”

“You're so incredible,” Caleb said, knowing that Leo would hate the gooey-sweet tone of his voice. He clearly wanted one thing and one thing only—to be filled and then fucked, until he exploded. And Caleb wanted it too, he really did. But he also wanted to glory in this, to revel in the idea that Leo wanted it so much—wanted him so much—that he'd worked himself up into a frenzy with that plug right where he desperately wanted Caleb to be.

“You keep saying that and not doing anything about it,” Leo