DJ Jamison | Copyright 2022

Note:  This is a deleted sex scene from 7 Minutes in Kevin. It originally took place on an emotionally charged night. I ultimately decided they needed to talk more, and I had too many sex scenes to put into the book–these two really like sex!–so I cut this one out.  Enjoy!

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GARRETT

“Whatever you need, I will give you, Kev.” I kissed him gently. “Anything, I swear.”

In that moment, I realized I meant it. I’d been torn between love and duty—fearing I could only be a full partner to Kevin if I gave up my job, but also fearing I’d let down Em and her kids if I gave it up. But now, confronted by the possibility of losing Kevin, I knew my choice.

He made me happy. Happy in a way I’d never experienced.

I’d find a way to help Emily, regardless of what job I worked. Even if it didn’t pay quite as well, I’d find a way to shore up the gaps. I believed that.

Kevin deserved someone who put him first. I wanted to do that for him.

“Right now, I just want you,” he said, voice rough with emotion.

I kissed him gently, but Kevin wasn’t having it. He pulled my head down, teasing my lip, then biting it hard enough to sting. The pain sent a thrill through me. Before Kevin, I’d never had an adventurous love life. I was a pretty mild-mannered guy, and even once I was divorced, my sex life had been pretty tame.

But not with Kevin. He took what he wanted, and he wasn’t shy about it. That bossy streak combined with his undisguised desire for me was like an aphrodisiac every time.

Kevin pulled me down so he could plunder my mouth with his tongue, his hands hard on my shoulder and the nape of my neck, his nails digging into me. I let him take what he needed, growing lightheaded as my blood rushed south.

“Take me to bed,” he ordered.

I led him to my bedroom, then pressed him down on the bed. But when I went to follow him onto the mattress, Kevin stopped me with a foot pressed to the center of my chest. I gazed down the long length of his leg, to his naked cock beneath the oversized T-shirt he wore, and groaned.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, all innocence.

“Want you.”

His lips curved. “Good. Get naked for me so I can see what I have to work with.”

My face flamed. Christ, Kev was good at these sexy games. I was a novice by comparison, but I pulled my shirt overhead and kicked off my shoes, eager to obey, knowing a hell of a reward was in store.

“Hmm. I love that broad chest. It holds such a big heart.”

I faltered as I unbuttoned my jeans. “It’s yours,” I said hesitantly. “If you want it.”

It was the closest I’d come to telling him I loved him. I knew he probably wasn’t ready for that confession. But I couldn’t hold the words in now as he gazed at me with those beautiful, soulful eyes.

“I’ll always want any part of you, Garrett.”

I swallowed hard. “Good.”

Kevin playfully kicked my thigh, breaking the intense moment. “Get those jeans off, or I’ll have to get myself off without you.”

He fisted his cock, and a sound of protest escaped me even as I scrambled to strip off the rest of my clothes. Once I was naked, I looked to him for my next direction, and he grinned.

“You’re learning, huh? Come here and get me naked too.”

I eagerly climbed onto the bed and pulled the T-shirt up and over his head. Once it was gone, I took a minute to look down at him, stretched out in my bed, lean muscle rippling under silky, pale skin. His nipples were rosy, already peaked from the chill in the room. His cock, hard and long, lay against his stomach, damp with precum.

I dipped my head and licked a stripe up his shaft before Kevin grabbed my hair. “Ah-ah. Breaking the rules.”

I rolled my gaze up toward him. “Please?”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Fine, but just a taste. I have plans.”

I lowered my head, lapping at his cockhead, the salty, sharp flavor of him bursting on my tongue. I groaned with pleasure and opened my mouth to suck him, but he pushed me back.

“Don’t get greedy.”

He sat up to drop a kiss on my cheek, then turned around, and opened his side table to toss the lube back to me. While I rolled on a condom, Kevin knelt at the headboard, gripping the top, and arched his back to push his ass toward me. 

“Now, fuck me.”

I poured lube over my hand and used it to slather my sheathed cock. Then, warming a bit between my fingers, I gently stroked Kevin’s hole. He immediately pressed back, and the tip of my finger slid inside.

“Don’t worry about getting me ready. I want your cock.”

“But it’ll hurt.”

“I want it to hurt.”

“Kev,” I started, my heart dropping.

He gave me a look over his shoulder. “I want to feel you tomorrow, Gare. Two days from now. Hell, I want to still feel you when you’re gone. Trust me. I can take it.”

I couldn’t deny it was hot as hell, the idea of Kevin feeling me long after I’d left his body. But before I could give him what he wanted, the way we both loved, I needed one thing to be clear.

“I’ll always come back to you.”

“I believe that.” His eyes gleamed. “Now fucking tear my ass up.”

I laughed a little, but lined up my cock, and started to press in.

“Fast and hard,” he ordered.

I was still a little concerned, but Kevin knew what he wanted in bed. He was confident and had never led me astray yet, so I decided to trust him.

I bucked my hips forward, pushing through the resistance in his body, and was rewarded with a sharp gasp followed by a guttural moan.

I rubbed my hands up and down his flanks. “Okay?”

“Yes. Fuck.” He trembled a little. “Definitely gonna feel that.”

Concern flared. “Did I hurt you?”

“Only in the best way. Do it again.”

I drew back, deciding I’d gentle my thrust, but Kevin shoved back with his hips, forcing me deep again. And again. His ass bounced as it connected with my hip bones, a loud smack echoing through the room each time we connected. I lost all restraint and  started thrusting hard, giving him everything he wanted.

Sawing breaths and moans took over for the next few minutes as we fell into a frantic rhythm, pleasure and pain merging with the rough sex, every second a delicious torment.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I gritted as I felt my climax rush toward me.

“Yes, do it. Fill my ass with your cum.”

Jesus Christ, that filthy mouth.

It did the trick, tipping me over the edge. I jerked, cock pulsing in the tight grip of his body, teeth buried in his shoulder as I growled my way through the orgasm. With one hand, I fumbled under Kev’s body and found his cock, stroking it clumsily. He leaned back against my chest, supported by my arm across his torso, and groaned his release, cum spraying onto my headboard.

“Oops,” he said with a laugh as he sagged in my arms, panting. “Made a mess.”

“A beautiful mess,” I murmured, kissing the side of his head.

He turned and caught my mouth, giving me the soft, tender kiss I’d been after before he dragged me to bed. It was a stark contradiction to the sex we’d just had, and yet, it was exactly right. Even when we were fucking our brains out, we both felt so much. We didn’t have to say the words. It was there in the sweet kiss, there in the caress of his elegant fingers over the swell of my bicep. In the way he rested his head on my shoulder, trusting me to hold him.

“Thank you. I needed that.”

I squeezed him tight, heart swelling, reassured that somehow we’d find our way to a happy ending. This was too special for any other outcome.

 “I’ll never say no to bossy Kevin,” I rasped, voice hoarse after all the growling and groaning of sex.

He smiled at me–that glorious, dazzling smile that I’d come to crave.

“Smart man.”

Kevin and Garrett’s full story, 7 Minutes in Kevin, is available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.