by Zoey Marcel
Kale was assertive and all things made of testosterone. It was impossible to feel in control with him. That was part of the allure, but it didn’t ward off an immense feeling of insecurity. What if he didn’t do things right?
Brighton followed Kale’s lead, feeling a spark of fire and closeness when Kale rested his hand against Brighton’s shoulder blade. They went into Kale’s bedroom. The queen-sized bed looked as inviting as it did formidable. He wanted it so badly, but he really wanted it to be good for Kale, too.
Kale shut the door and locked it. That revved the fireworks in his body even more. It also served to increase his disbelief that this was really about to happen.
“If you don’t want this, tell me,” Kale said gently. “I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for.”
Brighton gave him a consenting smile, feeling more secure. “I’m ready.”
Kale had to bend his head down since he was taller than Brighton at six-foot-four. He pressed his lips softly to Brighton’s, nibbling and massaging him. Slickness at the seam of his lips encouraged Brighton to open his mouth so the other man could taste him. Kale’s tongue slid into his mouth and tangled with his. It was a slow, exploring kiss that sparked smoldering heat and thrilling intimacy.
Gentle touching and kissing led to gradual undressing. They admired each other’s naked bodies before more kissing ensued.
A rush of air fled from Brighton when Kale came down onto the bed with him. Swells of euphoria flowed through him, but he couldn’t stop trembling or get over how nude he was. He had a naked dude on top of him. It was hot and kind of shocking.
The guy’s dick was huge.
Bye-bye, asshole.
If Kale managed to get the fleshy beast up his bum, there was no way it would ever be the same. Would it hurt? He imagined it would. That thing was a monstrosity.
Kale gave him a reassuring smile as he got a tube of lubricant and a condom packet from the top drawer of the nightstand next to his bed. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“You’re shaking.”
He tried to knock it off, but he still couldn’t believe they were in bed together, as exciting as it was. “I’m just nervous, but I’m excited, too. Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’ll go slowly with you.”
“Thanks.” He became squeamish when he saw Kale squirting the thick jelly onto his fingers. “How about I do that, if it’s all the same to you?”
“If you like.”
A charge of chemistry flared when Brighton’s fingers touched Kale’s to collect the lube off them. Brighton worked the lubricant into his own asshole, trying to stretch it discreetly and keep the blushing to a minimum.
“Sorry it’s taking so long.”
What else was he supposed to say?
Kale smiled and petted his thighs. “I don’t mind. Stretching you will take a while since it’s your first time.”
“Maybe it’s not.”
He looked like he already knew the answer, but Kale was gracious enough to humor him. “You’ve been with a man before?”
“No. This is totally my first time, but I’ve seen porn.” He wrinkled his nose. “You’re not into cream pies, are you?”
Kale smirked. “I’ll be wearing a condom and no, I don’t indulge in cream pies.”
“I mean, real cream pies are fine. I like chocolate cream pie the best. What’s your favorite?”
The man looked like he might crack up. “I hadn’t really given it much thought.”
The silence got awkward for Brighton. Only the slick, nasty sound of his fingers sliding in and out of his asshole filled the quiet.
God, why isn’t this awkward for him? He probably does this all the time. Oh yeah, that’s what a guy likes to hear. Oh well. At least he knows what he’s doing.
“Well, maybe you should give it some thought.”
Kale cupped his balls and massaged them gently. “Banana cream pie, then.”
The erotic contact on his scrotum broke his concentration. Brighton pulled his fingers out of his anus, not knowing where to wipe them off. For some reason he chose Kale’s pubic hair. The man watched him curiously, seeming entertained by the act.
“She’s all lubed up. You can wrap him now,” Brighton said.
What? Your ass isn’t a she and his cock isn’t a living entity. What the hell is wrong with you?
Kale ripped open the foil and then put on the rubber.
“How do you want me?”
“On your back.”
Brighton was about to go down, but Kale’s hand on his arm stopped him. They indulged in a nerve-calming kiss that fired his passions. Kale pushed him onto his back, giving him a carnal smile. Brighton gave him a meek grin, feeling even more exposed when Kale spread his thighs and then pushed them up toward his chest.
The artificial touch of latex brushed against his anus. The covered organ felt strange and slid in the slippery lube. Pressure made him tighten up.
“Try to relax,” Kale said gently.
“Relax, okay. I’m relaxing.”
He eased up on his butt muscles, but Kale’s cock still couldn’t get in.
“You’re too tight. Try pushing out.”
Brighton did so and it helped, but not enough. “I have a confession to make.”
“What’s that?”
“When our cook makes lemon meringue pie I don’t eat the meringue part because I don’t like it.”
What?!
Kale lifted his head and met his gaze with a tickled expression. “I forgive you.”
“Thanks,” Brighton said sheepishly. “I mean, it’s kind of wasteful. People are starving and I don’t finish my pie. It’s terrible, right?”
Kale stopped nudging against his ass. “Meringue never sustained anyone. No one blames you.”
“Okay, cool.”
Oh my God, shut up, man! He probably thinks you’re a loon.
“You need more stretching.”
Kale stuck two of his fingers up Brighton’s ass and wiggled them around, relaxing his sphincter. It felt good, but Kale kept leering at him, which was as scintillating as it was debilitating.
“You bang many dudes?” Brighton asked.
Kale gave him a quizzical look. “Why is that?”
“Just curious.”
“I don’t hold the world record or anything, but I’m no innocent, either.”
“Yeah, sorry I’ve got a shy ass.”
“Don’t apologize. I don’t have a new dildo with me or I would use it on you. I think I’ll buy you one.”
“I’ll be right here waiting for ya.”
Kale smirked. “I meant for next time, unless I can’t make it in this time.”
“You could just shove it in if you have to. I’m man enough to take it.”
“I’m not shoving anything into you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Kale removed his fingers from Brighton’s hole and then poised his suited-up cock at his rear entrance again. Brighton wouldn’t look him in the eye. He couldn’t stop quivering, blushing, or feeling super naked and wishing that he had experience with this to blow Kale’s mind.
Crap. No eye contact.
Tipping his jaw, Kale made Brighton look at him. Then everything stopped. The man moved his dick and unsheathed it.
Brighton sat up. “What are you doing?”
Kale handed him his clothes. “You’re too nervous. I don’t want to push you.”
“I’m not nervous.”
“You’re shaking and tightening up very badly. I’m not taking you in this state.”
Strong disappointment crashed into him. He redressed quickly, wanting to hide.
God, I’m such a wimp. I gave him nothing to make him want to come back for more.
“Maybe I’ll get better if you keep going.”
“No, Brighton.”
Ouch.
“Not until you’re ready.” Kale was almost completely dressed.
“But what hap
pens if I’m always this nervous?”
“Then we’ll stay friends.”
His eyes stung, welling up in a way that astonished him. Oh my God, was he really going to cry because the hot dude wasn’t taking him?
Moron, you blew it.
“I should probably get going anyway.”
“I’ll see you soon.”
Brighton forced a weak smile on his way out. “Yeah, you, too.”
He’s just being nice. Odds are you’ll never see him again. You blew it.
His throat hurt and his eyes got wetter. He was addicted to Kale, to their friendship and the man’s hotness. Why did he have to go and screw it up by clamming up? Wasn’t gay sex supposed to be earth-smashing and good?
Apparently, not when he was one of the men involved. Kale probably made it dynamic when he was with another man. Lucky them.
A few minutes later Brighton wanted to hug himself as a security blanket, but that could mean his car veering off the road, so he refrained. It really hurt to think of Kale with anyone else, except for Danielle. Sharing her with him would be hot.
A salty drop of not manliness fell from his tear ducts.
Oh my God, not this.
Well, he couldn’t go home yet and let his lady see him like this. He had to be strong for her. Crying wasn’t masculine.
Why the hell wouldn’t his face stop melting with grief and self-pity?
His chest ached and the tears came faster. Apparently Kale meant more to him than he’d realized.
* * * *
Gavin Donnelly was pretty fucking proud of himself. Not only was he in South Dakota, but he’d found the McAlisters’ address.
He figured Danielle Hartwell was either staying with her brother for the time being, or she was whoring it up big with the rich bastards that lived on this swanky-looking property. Either way it didn’t matter. He might not know where her brother lived, but he knew damned well where her wealthy boyfriends lived. He was looking right at their gate.
Chapter Four
Danielle licked all over that ice cream cone. Butter pecan was her favorite flavor and it was wooing her mouth splendidly.
She stopped walking down the street when she saw an austere-looking hottie approaching. She recognized him from the pictures on Brighton’s cell phone. It was Kale Enos.
“Danielle?” He came to a stop in front of her.
“Yeah?”
He was quite the eye-catcher. She could see why Brighton was so attracted to him. Kale was an impressive six feet, four inches tall and solid everywhere. His long dark brown dreadlocks made him look like a badass. The severe arch of his brows had a villainous slant and she’d never seen hazel eyes quite like that before. They smoldered like melted caramel.
“Brighton hasn’t been answering my calls or texts,” Kale told her. “Has he said anything to you?”
“He told me what happened. He really likes you. I think he’s just embarrassed because he feels like he messed things up with you. I told him to talk to you.”
She licked her ice cream, growing warm when she saw his eyes following the wet path of her tongue. No wonder Brighton had been nervous. Kale was intimidating and powerful and so fiercely sexual it was rattling.
“Do you like him?” she asked, desperate to breach the torrid silence.
“Very much.”
“You should talk to him then. He said he might be in town later today.”
Her heart stuttered when Kale brushed a finger against the corner of her lips. Holding her bewildered gaze, he sucked the ice cream off his finger. Liquid warmth spilled into her panties.
“You’re a messy girl,” he murmured.
She felt like she might combust.
It suddenly occurred to her that this was Heller’s younger brother. She’d met Heller in Chicago about a year ago. He hadn’t exactly been subtle about his designs on her. He’d said he wanted to make her his woman and share her with his brother, Kale. As tempted as she’d been, she turned him down. Heller had been the one to inform her that Gavin had ties with the mob and he talked her into breaking up with him. She’d wanted to accept Heller’s offer to return to McKenna Downs with him, but he was a biker and all her problems with men would just follow her there.
“Yeah, that’s me.” Danielle snorted twice like a pig.
A slow smile turned up Kale’s lips when he saw her blushing at the idiot she’d just made of herself.
“In some ways you’re like Brighton,” he said on the verge of laughter.
“Yeah, we’re both clowns.”
“You’re both adorable.”
“Thanks.” There seemed to be no end to her flushing or his hotness. “I’m going to walk. Have fun with Brighton.”
Kale grinned. “I will.”
When she started to walk past him, he lightly touched a finger to her arm. A subtle current of electricity rippled through her skin.
“Why didn’t you leave Chicago with Heller when he asked you to?” Kale questioned her.
Oh God, Heller had told him.
She shrugged. “I was just getting out of a relationship. It didn’t seem appropriate.”
He didn’t say anything.
“Can you not mention to Brighton or anyone about that?”
“About Heller, or your former occupation in Chicago?”
She peeked down at the ground. “The latter, but it’s probably best not to bring up that I know Heller either. I was kind of a bad girl in Chicago, but I’m not a bad person.”
“I know you’re not. Brighton speaks highly of you.”
She smiled up at him. “He does?”
Kale nodded. “He loves you very much.”
“I love him, too.”
She practically made love to the buttery, nutty ice cream with her mouth. He watched her do it, pretty much fucking her with his eyes. Good lord, she needed to get away from him. He was too virile and dangerous. He was Brighton’s man. She already had enough men to her name.
“Have you ever indulged in BDSM?” Kale asked.
Her stomach knotted with desire. “No, but I’ve heard about it and read up on it.”
“Are you interested in it?”
Her nipples pebbled in her bra. “I’m indifferent. I’m not going to have an identity crisis if I never get to do it, but I’m open to it. I could go either way.”
“So do I.” His sultry hush made her pussy spasm. She had a feeling his implication was about his sexuality rather than BDSM.
She chomped off a hunk of ice cream, trying to look like a pig so he wouldn’t want her. Two or three men were more than enough for one woman and she just knew Brighton would be adventurous enough to share her with Kale if either of them showed interest in each other. People would talk.
Kale didn’t seem repulsed by her ice cream oinking. He smiled at her like he thought she was cute and loveable.
“Well, I should go,” she said. “It was nice to meet you, Kale.”
“And you, Danielle.”
Good Lord, her name sounded so hot and sinful in his mouth.
“Brighton wants you,” she told him. “You’ve just got to make the first move.”
“I will.”
More eye-fucking followed. Serious ice cream munching resulted. She kept her eyes down as they said goodbye and parted ways. Heavens, what a man.
* * * *
Brighton McAlister tried not to think about how he’d screwed up what had almost been his first time with Kale Enos. Unfortunately his efforts were in vain. He’d fantasized about being with a man for so long and then when the moment had come the other night he’d clammed up. He would probably never see his hot-ass sugar daddy again.
It was a shame. Not only was Kale a real eye-catcher, but he’d been so much fun to be around. Now it was over, because he wouldn’t shut up in bed and had ruined what might have been a great night between them.
Maybe he should stick to girls instead of indulging in his bi-curiosity. He was so confident in bed with women. What the hell had
happened with Kale? Yeah, the guy was built differently, but why should that make such a difference?
His heart fluttered when he saw Kale in the distance. A little pang of sadness trickled through him when he thought of the man getting another sugar baby, be it male or female. He really liked him.
He felt even more depressed when the thought occurred to him that maybe Kale had only been trying to come on to him to scare him off. That way their wager would be off and his sugar daddy exploits wouldn’t get plastered all over the Internet.
Brighton kept his head down when he glimpsed Kale approaching him.
Pretend you don’t see him.
“Brighton.” That gruff, rugged voice halted him in his tracks and aroused him completely in spite of his glumness. “I must speak with you.”
Slowly, Brighton lifted his head. “What about?”
And the genius award goes to—
Kale eyed him seriously. “You know what about.”
His gaze faltered and he felt humiliated again. “I’d rather not.”
“I wanted to apologize for what happened.”
“What do you have to apologize for? I’m the babbling idiot who ruined it.”
“You didn’t ruin anything.”
“Well, it didn’t end in sex. That’s not exactly one for the books.”
“Intimacy doesn’t have to always lead to penetration and orgasms.”
His face warmed. He loved Kale’s forwardness, even though it made him blush sometimes.
“Look, I know what you were trying to do.”
Kale’s hazel eyes twinkled with wanton humor. “I’m not surprised. I wasn’t subtle.”
Brighton refrained from smirking. He just had to be rid of the conniving sex god. “You were trying to scare me off so I’d call off our wager. Well, you don’t have to worry. I won’t post the video of our first meeting online. You never have to see me again.”
“Excuse me?” Kale growled.
The low snarl made him flinch. It was followed by the taller man’s large hand cupping his jaw to angle his head in a way that enforced eye contact.
“Your little schemes do not worry me in the slightest. I took you to bed with me because I wanted you.”
Brighton gulped nervously. “Oh. I didn’t know.”
