"Maybe," he breathed back, seating himself hard and swiveling his hips in a circle. "But I'm damned good competition."

Pulling out all of a sudden, Raylan swatted him again a few times, pausing between each one to build up a fraction of suspense before he swung and as soon as he had, he was repositioning himself and sinking back into Malcolm furiously as the heat started coiling along his spine.

"And you need the use."