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about Chace was sexy.
    “Trin…” Trembling in Trin’s arms, Chace’s breath was a hot tattoo. However slow and gentle Trin wanted to take it, Chace was wild.
    “Easy.” He kissed Chace’s forehead and the corner of his mouth. Chace made a soft sound of want.
    Trin’s balls tightened with the need to spill on Chace’s skin, marking him. What would it be like to cover him while he lay in bed with Trin? He tried not to think of that as he took Chace’s jaw and applied firm pressure so Chace parted his lips. When he did, Trin slid his tongue confidently inside Chace’s mouth. Chace curled his fists in Trin’s T-shirt as he rubbed himself against him. He sucked Trin’s tongue as if desperate for penetration.
    Trin made an approving sound, liking that Chace instinctively knew his natural place in their mating—as Trin’s submissive human. It probably wasn’t politically correct, something Sasha was always going on about, but Trin didn’t give a fuck. Chace had always belonged under him and everything alpha in Trin needed to protect Chace, to give him pleasure.
    He stroked Chace with his tongue, exploring thoroughly, patiently, as Chace quivered. Chace’s lower body was plastered against his, the hot imprint of Chace’s cock rubbing against his leg.
    He wanted to cover that cock with his palm, give Chace the release his body was begging for, but they couldn’t do that here. Jesus! What were they doing?
    He fell back on his heels, drawing into a crouch as he breathed through the pain of separation from his mate.
    “We can’t.”
    He saw the flash of humiliation in Chace’s eyes. It pissed him off.
    “Not here, Chace. It’s under a freakin’ church.” Trin shook his head. What the hell was wrong with him? Chace was the inexperienced virgin, not him. Trin should have better control.
    “We’re alone,” Chace said. “Good thing it’s a weekday, I guess.”
    Trin nodded and after a moment, managed to get to his feet. “Do you want to do some more sketching?” he asked. He couldn’t ruin this for Chace, not when he was so happy to be here.
    Chace shoved his hair out of his eyes. “I need… I can’t just switch it off!”
    Trin edged to the corner of the little walkway, staring at a pavement with three men holding fruits and flowers, fall leaves, winter branches. He guessed they were the seasons. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Chapter Four

    I’m not going anywhere.
    Trin had always been there for him, Chace mused as they left the Domus dei Tappetti di Pietra where Trin had patiently waited while Chace had sketched as many of the mosaic carpets as he’d wanted. Despite his swollen, unsatisfied cock, he’d soon lost himself in his art though he planned on a long, hot shower when they arrived at their hotel. It wouldn’t take much more than his soapy fist and the memory of Trin’s kiss to make him come.
    “So you’re bisexual?” he demanded as soon as their waiter moved back behind a long counter filled with desserts. Trin had managed to order them espressos in the little café.
    Trin’s eyes widened and he glared at Chace as Chace sat down under an umbrella dripping with rain, the bright colour looking a little depressed with the heavy weather. “Do you want everyone to hear you?” Trin whispered, colour touching the tops of his cheeks. “Folks aren’t exactly tolerant in White Deer, never mind Italy.”
    Chace grinned. He should have guessed his rugged cowboy was shy. “I think it’s a fair question to ask. As long as I’ve known you, you’ve gone out a few times with women, you had a kid and yet you kissed me. What gives?” He raised his brows, thinking Sasha would be proud of him for being so assertive.
    “Sage was the result of an arrangement.” Trin didn’t look at Chace, taking the small black coffee the waiter passed him from a tray into his working-man’s hands. It was almost as thick in consistency as the stuff he made over a campfire, so Chace figured Trin had to like