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managing to stay buried inside him while they moved. He slid his own leg under Trey’s to support it, spreading Trey wide. With long, slow strokes, Smoke resumed fucking Trey.
    Although his cock was spent, Trey loved it. Floating in the afterglow of his orgasm, feeling Smoke’s arm tight around him, hand planted on his chest, being filled with Smoke’s cock, gave Trey a sense of completion he’d never allowed himself to feel before. He loved the little moans coming from Smoke as he rammed home, loved the way Smoke’s body stiffened, the swell of his cock inside stretching Trey’s hole even farther, and then the staccato jerk of Smoke’s hips when he came. Lying curled together afterward, sated and exhausted, he could pretend Smoke was his. Smoke’s hand, warm on his thigh, reminded him of Alex’s hand planted on Dolly’s leg.
    “Guess you missed me after all.” Smoke’s hot breath wafting over his ear sent a shiver down his spine.
    Unable to say the words, he found himself nodding. When Smoke laughed, his cock moved inside Trey’s ass, still hard, still owning him.
    But Smoke wasn’t Trey’s and never would be. Smoke was like the wind, and nobody could corral a free spirit like his. Anything more would lead to complications, and Trey had always tried to steer clear of those. If this was all Trey could get, he would take it. He let out a deep sigh, snuggling closer in Smoke’s arms.
     
     
    “YOU PLANNING to snooze through the whole event?”
    His heart pounding in alarm at the slam of the door, Trey shot upright in bed. He was naked and his skin was tight, pinched with dried sweat and come. The sheets were tangled around his legs.
    Smoke stood just inside the door, fully dressed and holding Trey’s bags. He dropped them to the floor and grinned. He must have kicked the door shut behind him after taking a shower, getting dressed, and leaving the room, all without waking Trey.
    “Thanks for getting my stuff.” Trey wiped a hand over his lips.
    “Didn’t think you’d want to trek out to Dolly’s truck bare-assed nekkid to get your duds. Might give those gals snake-fright.” Smoke’s eyes glittered in the dim light. He yanked the curtains open, making Trey squint in the sudden light. “Want to grab a bite to eat?” He ran the tip of his tongue over his lips, which were curved in a smile.
    Trey realized he was staring at Smoke’s tongue as if he’d been hypnotized. “Yeah. Let me catch a shower first.” He stood up and yawned. He stretched, pointedly not looking Smoke’s way again. Then he went into the bathroom and shut the door.
     
     
    THEY DIDN’T touch when they walked together. If a man was gay and lived in Oklahoma City, no doubt he knew where and when it might be safe, but Trey lived in Fort Worth, and he didn’t take chances like that. He wasn’t a holding-hands kind of man anyway. Plus he always figured even if he and Smoke hooked up every now and then, that didn’t mean they were engaged. Didn’t want to cramp Smoke’s style in case he flushed better game out of the bushes—and Trey knew there was always better game to be had.
    Trey distracted himself from the unsettling prospect of Smoke’s future conquests by taking longer strides, and was mildly amused when Smoke immediately hurried to keep up. All part of the constant game of one-upmanship they played at.
    “You like Italian?” Smoke grinned as if he knew what Trey was up to.
    “Yeah.”
    “I know a place. Kind of a dive.”
    “Dives usually have pretty good food, or they wouldn’t stay open long,” Trey said.
    “You got a point. Sausage sandwiches, yum.” A sly glint lit Smoke’s eyes.
    Ignoring the innuendo, Trey kept walking. “And usually dives are cheap.”
    He followed Smoke into the diner, remaining silent while they were seated. As usual Smoke smiled and chatted and flirted with the girl who showed them to a booth. The owner poked his head out of the kitchen to shout a greeting to Smoke, who grinned and