“What about the ring?”
Huh? The what? “What are you talking about?”
“My engagement ring, Bryce! Do I have to give it back?”
I shook my head at the absurdity of the woman. Here I was breaking off our upcoming wedding, and she was worried about the fucking ring! I hated the bloody thing. It cost me twenty-five grand after having had it custom-made to Ava’s specifications. She wouldn’t accept anything less than five carats, so when I told her that spending that much money on a ring was out of the question, she threw a hissy fit and ran to Daddy. He and my father ganged up on me, of course, spewing some crap about the good of the family and doing my part. Bullshit, wank, wank.
I caved like I always did, bought the fucking diamond bauble and regretted it the second I placed it on her finger. Fucking coward, that’s what you are, I silently told myself. Well, no more!
“Ava, I don’t give two shits what you do with the bloody ring. Throw it away for all I care,” I said loudly into the phone, drawing the attention of my VP, who had made his way back over to me sometime between my phone ringing and me shouting just then. A smirk crossed his face, and then he gave me a thumbs-up sign.
My brothers had made no secret of their dislike for Ava. The woman just had something about her that rubbed people the wrong way, and all it took was her to open her mouth.
“I am not throwing it away. Honestly, Bryce, do you have any idea what you are giving up? You won’t find a woman better than me,” Ava said with that snotty tone of hers I hated so much.
I snorted a laugh the same time Steel did. Obviously, Ava’s vile, shrieking voice was loud enough for him to hear.
At that moment, as I watched my brother roll his eyes to the heavens, I made my choice. Now was the time to stop hiding.
“Ava, your voice annoys the piss out of me, always has. Do I know what I am giving up? A lifetime of listening to you and your cow of a mother backstab everyone you meet, your father and his pathetic arse-kissing of my old man. That’s what I am giving up. And you wanna know something else?” A smile curved my lips. “There is definitely, absolutely, without a doubt a better woman out there than you, just not for me because I am in love with a man. A fucking sexy, hot, computer nerd, bike-riding, amazing man who loves me for me. So go fuck yourself, Ava.” I took the phone away from my ear and pressed disconnect, cutting off Ava’s shrieking.
“Well, brother, it’s about goddamn time. Mannix and Deck will be disappointed, though,” Steel said with a shake of his head.
“Why?”
“They were fighting over which one of them was going to stand up during the wedding at the part when the priest asked if anyone objected. Poor bastards aren’t going to be happy you took away their fun.”
A loud laugh erupted from deep down in my belly. “Well, they are going to have to get their jollies another way,” I told him. I grabbed my cut and threw it on.
“I gotta go, mate. I have to go back to the compound.”
“Yeah, I know, you got a sexy, hot, computer nerd, bike-riding, amazing man to grovel to,” Steel mimicked me.
“Don’t ever say those things again, Steel. That was just fucking wrong,” I mumbled and pushed past the big bugger, my head shaking.
I feared, though, that Steel was right about grovelling definitely being in my future. It didn’t worry me, though. I would gladly get on my knees and beg for another chance, the last chance I was going to need to make things right. I would do anything to make sure Ford was part of my future, too.
***
I pushed open the wooden door to the compound with my shoulder, my hands full with bags I’d grabbed from the back of my XC Coupe. I had been living in between a flat my parents bought and the compound, mainly to please my mother. She never liked my living quarters here at the club. She thought the place was uncouth, so she made my dad buy a block of upscale flats. I got to live in a way that made them happy, which seemed to keep them off my back enough for me to spend a few nights in my small room here without them chucking a fit.
After my momentous victory with Ava, I went straight home after leaving the Bar and Grill and packed up all my clothes. I grabbed a few personal items I couldn’t do without, threw them into my car, and then drove here. Tomorrow, I would go back to pick up my bike, and I would ring my parents and tell them what they could do with their spacious three-bedroom rental, then I was done with that life.
“Hey, Luck, you moving in or out?” Mannix yelled from over at the pool table. Did he ever stop playing pool?
“In, brother. I’m here for good,” I answered as I searched the main room for Ford. I noticed when I pulled into the club’s car park that Creed’s car was in his spot, indicating that he and Memphis were back from their date night, which meant Ford was finished with his babysitting duties.
“Ford around?” I asked casually while inside my stomach churned. I had taken so many steps in the right direction tonight. Taking that phone call in front of Steel and saying those things about Ford was huge. My brothers were on my side, and logically, I knew that but was I ready to make out with Ford in front of the club—maybe not.
“He went off to bed about ten minutes ago—on his own,” Mannix replied with a knowing smirk, and that damn eye patch made him look even smugger. Fucking arsehole knew.
I grunted something along the lines of ‘get stuffed’ and turned for the bedroom Ford used. His room wasn’t as big as the other suites, so he turned his computer tech room into a living space. It suited him, and now it was going to have to suit me, as well.
He better be in bed alone, I thought to myself and then stopped my mind from imagining shit like Ford with another man. He was mine, and after I got down on my knees and begged for forgiveness, he was going to get down on his knees and give both of us a night neither of us would forget.
As I made my way down the hall to the room, my heavy boots echoed as they ate up the distance that would take me to my happiness. When I got there, I saw there was a sliver of light coming from the gap at the bottom of the door. He was awake. I took in a deep breath and lifted my hand to knock, but instead, I reached for the handle and turned it. If I gave him the option to let me in or not, I feared he would choose the later.
“Listen, Ford, we gotta talk, mate, about what happened this—” I started to say as I opened the door, but I stopped abruptly. Ford was in his bed, propped up against the headboard with one arm behind his head. His bare chest was covered in colourful tattoos, and one nipple had a piercing—the result of a dare he’d lost with me during our first year in the military. But what had my mouth watering was that the sheet barely covered his magnificent cock, which had his hand wrapped around it, stroking it.
“Fuck me, you are gorgeous,” I exclaimed at the sight in front of me. “I’m yours.”
Chapter 9
FORD
I’m yours.
Did I really just hear Bryce say those words to me?
I was about to rub one out when he burst into my room, wanting to talk. I was close to coming, too, but now my hand was still, and my hard cock throbbed, aching for release. But I couldn’t form the message in my brain to tell my hand to move. Why? Because the man I loved was staring at my hard dick with hooded eyes, and his talented tongue was licking his lips.
“Bryce?” I whispered huskily. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his jeans grow bigger behind his zipper. With a smug grin, I slowly moved my hand down to the base of my shaft and squeezed hard, making the purple head of my cock grow bigger and get darker, a clear drop of pre-cum gathering at the slit.
“You wanted to talk,” I prompted, enjoying the way his eyes stayed riveted on my movements. Sometimes, I got hard just from Bryce’s eyes on me—all it would take was one heated glance, and my dick stood tall. His eyes watched the bead of liquid like it was his last meal.
“Bryce, you wanted to talk,” I said, louder this time. If he kept ogling my cock with his tongue out like that, I was going to come.
; “Yeah,” he growled at the same time as he took his cut off, throwing it on the chair that I left by the door for that very purpose. “Short version, I fucked up, and I’m sorry, and I broke up with Ava,” he told me, ridding himself of his shirt and carelessly tossing it across the room.
I barely had time to process what he had said before he stalked to the end of the bed and crawled on his knees right up to my hard dick, his hands sweeping the sheet away from my waist to reveal my full nakedness.
“Mine,” Bryce growled just before his tongue came out and licked the pearl of cum from the purple head of my shaft. My eyes rolled back in my head from the warm contact, and mind-blowing ecstasy flowed into every nerve, setting my whole body on fire. Just from a few smouldering looks and one tantalising lick, I was gone.
Bryce groaned as his tongue trailed up my abdomen before stopping at my flat nipples where he torturously lathed one then the other with the flat of his tongue, concentrating mainly on the one with the piercing. Bryce had dared me to get it done when we were in Melbourne for a well-earned rest. I was supposed to get the other one pierced, but the fucking pain of the procedure had me reneging on the deal. I would much rather face a firing squad than go through that shit again.
My body shuddered when Bryce took the steel bar into his mouth and pulled on it with gentle suction. Damn, he knows how much I love this. The hand behind my head found the slats of the bedhead, and I gripped it hard, arching my upper body further into Bryce’s mouth, not wanting him to stop what he was doing but wanting so much more.
“Bryccccee.” I moaned long and low, silently trying to tell him I needed him all over me.
Bryce quickly released my nipple, and his body covered mine in a lightning-quick move.
“We will talk, I promise.” His mouth dropped to mine, his firm lips slanting across mine and kissing me with a passion the moment demanded. “But first, I have to have you, take what is mine. I have to feel your warmth after being in the cold for so fucking long,” Bryce rasped against my mouth, his panted breath mixing with mine.
“Yes. Have me. Take me and make me remember how it used to be,” I begged, the cravings of the past few years overtaking all my senses. We needed to talk and discuss so many things, but right now, at this moment, all I could do was feel. The blinding pleasure I knew Bryce could give me trumped everything else.
“It will be different from now on, Ford. No more hiding, no more sneaking into dark rooms for a quick fuck. This is the beginning of you and me becoming what we were always destined to be,” Bryce promised, and my heart soared with hope. This was a different Bryce, one who sounded confident, brave, and sure about this, about us.
I could only nod. Words were impossible and unnecessary… for now.
“Kiss me, baby.” I manage to get out before his lips crashed against mine, our tongues immediately seeking out each other. Our moans mingled as we got lost in the passion that always bubbled below the surface.
I felt Bryce move his arms, and he wiggled against me as he shucked off his jeans without taking his mouth from mine. My dick screamed with every touch as he revealed his bareness. It took a minute, but he finally got his jeans off, leaving him as naked as I was. I groaned at the sensation of his hot skin against mine, his hard shaft pressing against my own hardness. Slowly, he moved his hips, and the motion had our dicks rubbing erotically together.
For long minutes, we just enjoyed each other’s bodies and the moans that escaped as we dry humped as the slickness from the pre-cum we both produced made it even more pleasurable.
“Oh, yes, Ford, I love rubbing my dick against you like this,” Bryce whispered against my lips, his five-day-old stubble creating amazing friction against my own beard, and to say I loved the feeling was an understatement. I once made him promise to trim his stubble but never shave it off completely.
I hummed in agreement, my mouth nipping at his jawline then down his throat.
Bryce let out a deep chuckle that I felt against my lips. “You love my scruff, don’t you, baby?” he said, then rubbed his cheek against mine.
“You know what else I love?” I pushed one hand between us until I found his large but soft ballsac. The smoothness of it reminded me how Bryce liked to keep his cock and balls free of hair. The man loved the hair on his face, but his hatred for it on his dick rivalled my contempt for sand.
Bryce growled when I squeezed my hand gently. “Mmmm, keep doing that, and you’re gonna love seeing me come.”
His dirty words spurred me on, so I let my finger trail down until I found Bryce’s tight tempting puckered hole. I couldn’t even get the tip of my pinky inside him.
“You’re so tight, just like I remember.” I pulled my hand away and went searching for my cock, the pearl of liquid at the tip just what I was looking for. Gathering the wetness, I went back to Bryce’s opening and rubbed the slipperiness from my finger to his hole.
“Oh, Jesus, Ford, you got my dick so hard.” Bryce groaned as he bit into the flesh of my neck just enough to make my dick jump in anticipation.
I changed the direction of my foreplay and went back to our dicks. There would be plenty of time discovering each other again later, but right now, I wanted that full feeling only Bryce could give me.
“Now, Bryce. I want you in me now,” I demanded. Too much time had gone since Bryce had been on top of me, his arms wrapped around me and loving me.
“Position my dick at your entrance, baby. Use the pre-cum to lube yourself up—fuck knows there is enough for the job.”
Once again, his dirty words worked their magic, making my balls ache and my dick throb. My legs opened enough to let Bryce slip between them. I grieved the loss of his body aligned with mine, but what was about to happen would more than make up for it. I painted my hole with the head of Bryce’s cock, and he was right when he said there was enough lubrication.
“Stop teasing and get me in where I crave to be,” Bryce ordered, his eyes hooded as his tongue licked at his pouty lips.
I moaned at the memory of our last time together like this. It was the day before the team took off on the mission that ended most of our military careers. We snuck off to our favourite supply room, which was the biggest one on the FOB and offered plenty of surfaces the perfect height for bending over or laying on.
“Ford.” A low, deep growl snapped me out of my desire-filled daydreaming.
As I lifted my hips up slightly and held Bryce’s cock against my hole, I may have deliberately let one of my fingers press against his perineum. I smirked at his laboured groan. Bryce may be the top in this relationship, but he loved it when I teased him.
Bryce slowly pushed his length inside me, and my body involuntarily stiffened at the invasion. There had been no one since that last time. Bryce was my only.
“Relax, baby. You know I will take care of you.” He purred above me, and his neck muscles corded with the effort as he attempted to push past the tight ring of muscle.
I complied instantly, and believing his words, I tilted my hips and pushed my lower body up to meet his.
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s my man,” Bryce encouraged, then surged forward until I felt his shaft slip all the way into me, filling me. Buried to the hilt, Bryce held himself still inside me, our heavy pants the only sounds in the room.
“You okay?” Bryce said, breathing heavily, his arms shaking on either side of my head as he held himself above me.
“Hmm, I’m perfect,” I answered, my eyes closed, enjoying the moment of my man back inside me.
“Look at me, Ford.” The command was deep and rough, laced with pure desire.
I opened my eyes and looked straight into heated ones.
“You are fucking perfect, Ford. Perfect for me,” he whispered, then his body lowered, and he blanketed me with his warmth. His arms pushed underneath mine, bringing us impossibly close, his mouth now inches from mine. “I love you, Ford. Love you with a fucking fierceness, baby.”
Tears stung the backs of my eyes. Never had
Bryce said those words to me. I wished and prayed for them, and now, hearing them after everything we had gone through and the amount of time taken from us, emotions overwhelmed me.
I wound my arms around his strong back and held on tight. My dick nestled between our bodies harder than ever.
“I love you, too, Bryce. I have since the day I met you,” I admitted shyly.
“This is it, Ford. You and me forever.” Bryce exhaled loudly as his hips erotically and slowly thrust in and out of me. Each time he slid out, his dick pressed against my prostate, hitting the right spot that would have me coming hard.
“Forever,” I agreed just before I lifted my mouth and took his in a passionate kiss. His warm tongue filled my mouth, searching for mine. Over and over, we kissed in time with the slow dance we were creating with our hips. This was us finally! Bryce was mine to have, to be with, to love forever.
My hands travelled down to the most perfect arse in the world, and the firm globes clenched with every forward thrust. Going further, I slipped my fingers in the crack and squeezed, which emitted a loud growl from Bryce. His hips picked up speed, and suddenly, the mood changed from slow and sensual to hot and desperate.
“Put your finger in my arse,” Bryce commanded again, his dominance turning me on.
I did exactly as I was told and pushed my middle finger past the ring and into warmth.
“Yes, oh God. More, Ford, more,” Bryce cried out as his hips pistoned harder, his arms tightening around my shoulders. I moved my finger around and found the softness of his prostate. Over and over, I rubbed it, then I added another finger, and his arse stretched to accommodate them. Bryce enjoyed being the one to fuck me. There had only been a few occasions where I was the one inside him, but that was going to change very soon. I wanted to fuck my man, give him the same pure bliss he gave me.
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