Devon Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Anitra Lynn McLeod Page B

finger combed his hair into a razorback. Devon’s laughter filled the small room, making Karsten smile.
    “You need some little curls to frame your face.” Devon reached over and made circles with his fingertip. “You look almost like one of those statues in the town square.”
    “The one of the Greek boy?” It was the only statue Karsten could think of that had curls against his face.
    “Yeah. You remind me of him.”
    That caused Karsten to drop his face a little. No wonder Devon was giving him an out on his promise. He saw him as a boy and not a man. “I am eighteen.” He’d only just barely turned of age to go out onto the auction block, but the fact remained that he was of age. Karsten didn’t like the idea of being rejected for something that wasn’t true. Or maybe he honestly didn’t like the idea of Devon rebuffing him. The other men in the town square wanted him desperately, but this slammer didn’t. It was confusing that the less Devon pursued him, the more Karsten wanted him.
    “You don’t look it.”
    Karsten lifted his face defiantly. “Well, I am.”
    Devon’s eyes went wide, revealing his surprise at Karsten’s reaction. “Okay. I guess you just look younger to me since you’re smaller. I’m twenty-four.”
    Karsten realized he wasn’t impressing his maturity on Devon by behaving like a petulant child. He filled the cup with water and rinsed his hair.
    “I have some nice soap, too.” Devon offered the green bar out.
    “It looks brand new.”
    “I wanted to smell nice for you.” A look of horrified guilt crossed Devon’s face. “I mean, since we’re stuck in my house for who knows how long, I thought that would be a nice thing to do. To smell nice. For you. And for me.”
    Karsten nodded. He reached for the soap but suddenly changed his mind. “Would you get my back?” For a moment he thought Devon was going to say no since he dropped the soap in the water, but he took the soap into his trembling hands. Karsten turned away, wondering why Devon was shaking. It obviously wasn’t fear since Karsten was probably less than half his size.
    With tender care, Devon stroked the bar of soap over Karsten’s shoulders. After building up some suds, he let go of the soap and now only his hands smoothed over Karsten’s skin. The trembling was gone, but then Karsten felt that his breath wasn’t quite even since he was blowing out erratically against his wet skin.
    “Are you cold? You have goose bumps.”
    Karsten couldn’t answer because all the blood in his body was flowing away from his brain and into his penis.
    Devon didn’t seem concerned. He used the cup to pour hot water over Karsten’s shoulders, which only make him shiver harder. Now he understood why Devon’s hands were shaking. He was aroused. And so was Karsten.
    Turning, Karsten found Devon’s pupils were dilated and his lips were parted and glistening, making it clear he’d been licking them. Both were signs of arousal. Karsten felt absolutely no fear as he floated over to Devon. He discovered he was sitting with his legs crossed, making a perfect seat for Karsten to settle into once he slipped his legs around Devon’s waist. Once he was closer, he knew his supposition about Devon’s excited state was correct when his cock—his very hard cock—bobbed against Karsten’s under water.
    “You’re hard, too?” Devon asked even though it was obvious Karsten was. “I won’t do any—”
    Lifting up, Karsten pressed his mouth against Devon’s, kissing him before he could say anything else. His resistance melted under Karsten’s persistence. Maybe it was the fact of his honorableness contrasted against his childlike playfulness, or maybe it was just the way he looked at him with compassion and care. Whatever it was that attracted Karsten to Devon, it was pulling him ever closer and making him want to hang on tighter.
    Eventually, Devon opened his mouth, allowing Karsten to slip his tongue inside. They simultaneously