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  was, and you knew Case had accepted me?”

  “I wanted to make sure your opinion of yourself

  didn’t hinge on whether or not a school had accepted

  you.”

  “Bullshit! You just wanted me to feel bad because

  you were pissed at me.”

  Keaton took him firmly by the shoulders. “You

  know that’s not true.”

  “You knew since last night!”

  “I’m sorry I kept it from you. And if you’d asked

  me for your phone anytime between then and now, I’d

  have given it to you. I am so, so incredibly proud of you.

  But I would be even if you hadn’t gotten into Case. And I

  want to know that you’d be proud of yourself either way

  too.”

  “You jerk,” Aiden muttered, giving Keaton another

  halfhearted bump on the chest. Then he put his hands on

  Keaton’s shoulders and leaped, wrapping his legs

  around Keaton’s middle. Keaton groaned and held him

  up, laughing. “You asshole. You total bastard.” Aiden

  nipped the side of Keaton’s neck.

  Keaton gave him a light swat on the butt.

  “Ow.” Aiden slid to the ground.

  “I might be all of those things,” Keaton said. “But

  you’re an MFA candidate.”

  Aiden grinned. “I am.”

  “You’re going to accept their offer?”

  “Um, let me think for a minute—yeah.”

  “Cleveland,” Keaton said slowly. “I think I could

  adapt to big-city life.”

  “What do you mean?” Aiden demanded.

  “I called my friend at Cleveland State last week.

  They’re still looking for a studio arts professor. The pay

  is modest, but I’m a modest man.”

  “Yeah, right.” Aiden couldn’t keep the smile off his

  face. Was Keaton really saying what Aiden thought he

  was saying?

  “Plus there are venues in Cleveland that might be

  more amenable to some of my abstract pieces than the

  galleries here.”

  “So you’re coming?”

  “I’ll give it a try.”

  “Keaton, are you serious? You’ll come with me?”

  “I’m serious.”

  Aiden tackled his partner again. Keaton chuckled,

  squeezing Aiden back.

  “You said Little Italy’s close to campus, right? Just

  don’t let me gorge myself to obesity on Italian food.”

  Aiden pulled back suddenly. “Classes go from ten

  to six every day except Sunday. And there are rehearsals

  in the evenings. We’ll never see each other.”

  Keaton brushed the hair back from Aiden’s face.

  “Aiden. Let yourself be happy. We’ll work out the

  challenges as they come.”

  “You’re way too calm,” Aiden grumbled.

  “And you’re too quick to rain on your own

  parade.”

  “It rains in Cleveland. Like, every day.”

  “I like the rain.”

  “You like everything.”

  “I don’t like to see a barely touched dinner plate.”

  Keaton nodded at the supper Aiden had sworn he’d eat

  before starting on his lines.

  “I’m working on it!” Aiden insisted.

  Keaton laughed. “Don’t think I won’t take you over

  my knee again, brat.”

  “You wouldn’t.”

  Keaton grabbed him playfully and spun him

  around, bending him over a chair and whacking his

  bottom with a rolled-up magazine. Aiden giggled and

  tried to struggle away. “Ow! Keaton, don’t. I’m too sore.”

  Keaton leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Too

  sore for me to fuck you?”

  Aiden let out a breath and wriggled against Keaton.

  Keaton wouldn’t let him up.

  “No,” Aiden gasped. “Not too sore at all.”

  “Good. Because as soon as you finish your dinner,

  I’m going to take you upstairs and ravish you.”

  “Nooo!” Aiden protested. “Ravish now! I promise,

  that’ll satisfy my appetite better than this.”

  “You have a problem with my stir-fry?” Keaton

  tapped Aiden’s butt warningly with the magazine.

  “No! I’ll eat; I’ll eat. Let me go.”

  Keaton released him. Aiden sat down and began

  shoveling forkfuls of stir-fry into his mouth. “Now that’s

  what I like to see,” Keaton said. “Eat your vegetables,

  and you’ll get dessert.”

  Aiden made a face at him. He’d barely put the last

  bite of dinner in his mouth when Keaton lifted him out of

  his chair and flung him over his shoulder. Aiden

  pounded on Keaton’s back with his fists, a display

  Keaton answered by casually swatting Aiden’s bottom.

  Aiden was breathless with laughter by the time they

  reached the bedroom.

  Keaton lowered him onto the mattress, mindful of

  his sore rear, and kissed him deeply. “I’d better take

  advantage of this while I can,” Keaton said. “Once you’re

  a big star, you’ll forget all about the little people.”

  “Not so little,” Aiden said, stroking the bulge in

  Keaton’s pants. “Besides, I’ll still need you around to

  keep me in line.”

  “You really think you can live by my rules?”

  “That’s the only way I want to live.”

  “All right, brat. Here are the rules for tonight. You

  let me undress you and stare at your gorgeous body

  until I can’t take it anymore.”

  “Yes, Keaton.”

  “You spread your legs and take me deep inside

  you.”

  “Yes.”

  “You let me hear you while I take you. You don’t

  hold back. You let yourself be young and happy and

  beautiful in front of me.”

  “Yes,” Aiden whispered.

  “You don’t worry about a thing.”

  Aiden smiled, reaching up and snagging Keaton’s

  collar with his fingers, pulling Keaton into another long

  kiss. When they parted, Keaton’s breathing was rough

  and his cheeks were flushed. Aiden stroked his face.

  “How could I, with you here?”

  Loose Id Titles by J. A. Rock

  By His Rules

  J. A. Rock

  J.A. Rock lives in the hot, humid wilds of Alabama

  with a dog, Professor Anne Studebaker. A lover of

  alphabet soup, J.A. writes LGBTQ BDSM romances with

  a D/s focus.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

 

 

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