by Zoey Marcel
Aiden tensed when he wondered if Sean still thought about men in that way. Even if he did, it would go away eventually. Sean was straight. So was he.
Chapter Six
Heath Brodie checked his cell phone and read the text message. “Come by my house tonight. I want you there at seven. Bring beer. Then we’ll be even. I’ll give you the address.”
He texted back. “Who is this?”
Judging by the content he figured the text was from Heller Enos, but he wanted to be sure.
“It’s Heller, genius.”
Heath rolled his eyes and texted back. “How did you get this number?”
Heller replied, “Does it really matter? Do what I say. We’ll have a good time and catch up.”
Heath wasn’t sure he wanted to catch up. How could he possibly look the other man in the eye again after what he’d done years ago? Having lunch with him the other day had been awkward enough. This time Heller probably wouldn’t be wearing sunglasses and Heath would have to make eye contact with him. It would kill him.
At seven o’ clock in the evening Heath went over to Heller’s house in McKenna Downs. He hoped he didn’t run into Danielle while he was in that town. That would suck big time and the sight of her would probably crush him. She didn’t need him. She had her man-harem.
Forget her.
Heller opened the door, sporting a subdued smile. “Did you bring the beer?”
Heath nodded to the bag he carried. “It’s right here.”
Heller’s smile broadened and the mischief in his dark eyes was pure wickedness. “Good boy.”
Heath brushed off the heat that resulted from the intimate praise and entered Heller’s house.
“So tell me about your clinic. It’s those old doctors’ offices in Stone River, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” He stood there awkwardly. “How did you know?”
Heller handed him a bottle of beer and took one for himself. “I saw the sign. I bet you’re excited.”
Heath smiled, popping the top off his bottle. “I am. It’s been my dream for years.”
“I remember.”
He downed a bunch of beer when Heller’s intense stare made him uncomfortable.
“Let’s take this into the living room.” Heller led the way. “We’ve got the house to ourselves, so feel free to be yourself.”
Whatever the hell he meant by that.
They made small talk and drank beer for a while. The longer they spent in each other’s company, the more relaxed Heath felt in Heller’s presence. It was just like old times when they were the best of friends, before the ugly betrayal and the heartrending falling out between them.
“So what about you?” Heath asked. “What do you do for a living?”
Heller moved over from his chair across from him and sat down next to Heath, making him feel cozy inside even as the closeness heated his blood. It might have been the liquor, though.
“I actually owned a motorcycle shop. Since Kale and I moved here we’ve decided to open up shop somewhere new,” Heller said, leaning closer. “Been thinking either Stone River or here in McKenna Downs.”
Heath smirked. “Go with McKenna Downs. Stone River will probably protest a motorcycle shop going in there.”
Heller gave him a slow smile. “Not if the preacher’s boy endorses it.”
Heath frowned, shaking his head. “Is that what this is about? You’re just using me to promote your business? And here I thought you wanted to be friends again.”
A devious shadow darkened Heller’s eyes. “You have no idea what this is about. I want all kinds of things from you. More beer?”
“Nah, that’s okay. I think I’ve had enough.”
“Tell me about Danielle. Did you get to fuck her?”
Heath managed to smile through the pain. “Yeah, I did.”
“How was she?”
“She was the best woman I’ve ever had.”
Heller gave him a knowing look. “The best woman?”
Heath’s body heated beneath the carnal knowledge the other man exuded. “I’ve only been with women.”
“A partial truth.”
He didn’t know what to say to that.
Heller changed the direction back to Danielle. “Tell me about it. What made fucking her so much better than screwing the other women?”
Heath gazed numbly into space. “Honestly, I think it’s because I felt something for her. That made it better. Plus she was hot. She was everything I wanted in a woman.”
“Did you ever lie with a man?”
The question inflamed him. “No.”
“Ever had a three-way?”
“Yeah, I did with her. Well, a foursome, actually.”
Heller cast him a curious glance. “I thought you said you didn’t want to share her.”
“I didn’t. I was hoping if she got it out of her system she’d choose me over them. Didn’t work out that way.” Heath rolled his eyes, brows lifting in agitation before he took another swig from his bottle.
“So, you had a four-way?”
“Yeah.”
“Where were you during the encounter?”
Heath’s veins tingled at the memory. “I was in her ass.”
Heller licked his lips, making Heath’s loins burn at the wet, dirty sound only inches from his ear. “Did you like being in her ass?”
“Yeah.”
“Was she tight?”
Heath closed his eyes and moaned. “So tight and hot.”
His eyes popped open when Heller laid a hand on his thigh, just above his kneecap. He squirmed a little.
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re still a homophobic douche.” Heller sneered. “Can’t a man use his friend as an armrest in the absence of one without him freaking the fuck out?”
“Sorry. I’m just not used to it.”
“Well, get used to it. I do what I want.”
Heath rolled his eyes. “You’re an ornery fuck, aren’t you?”
“You wouldn’t have me any other way. Tell me about that four-way you had. Could you feel the other guy’s cock rubbing against yours while he was in her cunt?”
His cheeks bloomed with warmth. “Yeah.”
“Did it turn you on?”
Heath shot a look of feigned disgust at him.
“Be honest. Nobody’s judging you.”
“Kind of.”
“What about his balls? Could you feel them grinding against yours?”
“Jesus, Heller, you pig. Why don’t you have your own foursome if you’re so fucking curious about it?”
Heath sucked in a breath of air when Heller gave his leg a squeeze. His blazing eyes scalded him and were hard with authority.
“Don’t get lippy with me, bible boy. Lying is a sin. Just be honest with me.”
Heath wanted to slug the facetious bastard, but at the same time he kind of wanted to kiss him. “Yeah, I felt his balls against mine.”
“Did you get excited, feeling his testicles against yours?”
His breathing accelerated, becoming shallow when he saw and felt Heller’s palm gliding slowly up his inner thigh.
“What are you—”
“Touch yourself,” Heller ordered.
“I’m not pulling my cock out in front of you.”
“You won’t have to. Just rub it through your pants and tell me about the four-way you had. Then I’ll move my hand.”
Heath swallowed, going breathless as he lightly palmed his own groin.
“Did you wear a condom when you fucked her?”
“I always wear a condom.”
“Good boy.”
His dick jerked at the praise, swelling beneath the heady friction of his own hand.
“Were you all naked?”
“Yeah.”
“Does she have nice tits?”
Heath closed his eyes, groaning in euphoric remembrance. “God, yes.”
“Is her cunt shaved or natural?”
“Shaved.”
“Did you mak
e her wet?”
He bit back a louder noise as he slowly rubbed his stiff length through his jeans, keenly aware of Heller’s hand still resting on his thigh.
“Yeah, she was soaked.”
“Did you feel the guy’s dick swell while you both fucked her?”
Heath’s penis fattened and pulsed with want. “Yeah.”
“Did you feel his balls draw up, how hot and solid they were?” Heller murmured hotly near his ear.
Heath shivered, answering him through clenched teeth as he groped himself. “Yeah.”
“Your dick is hard.”
“Yeah, it was,” he rasped, eyes clamped shut partly to revel in the juicy memory and also to hide from Heller’s primitive gaze that was far too tempting and daunting for comfort.
“Your balls drew up and got tingly when you imagined it was me you were grinding against instead of him.” Heller pushed his hand away from Heath’s crotch and replaced it with his hand.
Heath’s mouth fell open and a wild gasp tore out of him at the violent way his shaft stiffened and throbbed with agonizing heat.
“Heller.”
A savage cry ripped from him when Heller squeezed his erection, making him ache all over.
“You’re hard because you want me.” Heller’s face smoldered with assertiveness and lust, voice dripping with testosterone.
“I’m straight,” Heath said in a feeble tone. Even he didn’t believe his own lie.
“Like hell you are.” Heller traced his cockhead, causing his penis to twitch, resting his case. “Touch my dick.”
Heath sucked in a sharp gust of air. He wanted to so badly, but he had to be the good one.
“You know you want to.”
Heath placed his hand on Heller’s crotch. The mammoth erection sizzled through Heller’s khaki pants. “Happy?”
“Does it feel happy to you? He’s pissed.”
“He?”
“Well, it ain’t a she.”
Smirking, Heath shook his head. “Cheer him up yourself.”
His breath hitched when Heller put his hand on his arm to keep him from rising.
“You’re not getting away from me this time, Heath.” Heller breathed into his ear, sending a hot blast in his canal that made him shiver and ache. “I’m gonna fuck you.”
“I’m supposed to be the good one,” Heath mumbled.
“Do you want to be the good one?”
His erection jerked beneath Heller’s hand.
“Sometimes I don’t.”
He choked on a low moan when Heller began rubbing him insistently through his jeans.
“It doesn’t matter if you tell me you’re straight. I know you’re not. You can tell me it’s wrong or that you’re a pastor’s son, but none of that matters because I’m gonna fuck you.” Heller traced the shell of Heath’s ear with his hot, wet tongue, making his lobe prickle and burn. He flicked open the button on Heath’s fly with his other hand. “I’m gonna pound your self-righteous ass until you beg me to stop.”
Heath mewled in desperation when he heard Heller lowering the zipper on his fly. He clutched Heller’s thick bulge, causing the man to grunt with want.
Heller’s eyes burned with electricity and anger as he stuck his hand down Heath’s pants and grabbed his hard, achy cock. “I’m gonna jack this lying dick off until you know down to your bones how gay you are for me.”
Heath lost it. Heller’s licentious words and the feral way he forced Heath’s pants and underwear down while pulling his bare cock out shredded every ounce of control he had left. He clawed at Heller’s fly and quickly got the man’s erection out. It was enormous, probably ten inches.
“Jesus,” he breathed.
His anus clenched in dread and some kind of morbid fascination.
Heller grinned. “Yeah, I’m big.” He shoved Heath to the floor. “Take your shit off while I get you ready.”
Heath nearly blacked out. His mouth went dry. “You’re gonna—”
“That’s right, pretty boy. I’m fucking you. Did you really think I’d let you top me?”
He took off his things.
“Take it all off. I want your hot bod completely naked.”
The words and the man’s virility made Heath feverish as he obeyed. He shrank, feeling nervous when he saw Heller grab a tube of lubricant, a condom, and a dildo. He planned this.
Heller spun him around so Heath was on all fours again. His mouth fell open and a breathy cry slipped from him when cold jelly touched his anus. He flinched when Heller shoved a finger into his asshole.
“What the fuck? I can do that.”
“Don’t move or I’ll spank you,” Heller threatened. “You’ll take my fingers up your ass and like it. I can already see that you do.”
Heath closed his eyes and moaned at the salacious taunting. His cock bounced and swelled the more Heller played with his anus. The man worked the lube in and stretched him before sticking a dildo up his ass to loosen him up. He’d never had a toy back there before. It was strange, unnatural feeling, yet delicious in a way that felt right.
The dildo was replaced with fingers again before Heller removed his digits from Heath’s asshole. He peeked over his shoulder when he heard foil ripping. The sight of Heller sheathing his well-endowed penis with the rubber sent wanton urges roaring through him even as cold dread assailed him. It would hurt having something that big plunge up inside of him.
“Heller...” He could barely think as the other man moved into place.
He wished Heller would take his clothes off, too, but the man only lowered his pants enough to get his dick out. Why didn’t he get nude, too? Heath felt a bit like a slut, getting fucked by someone quickly before they walked off after sating their needs. He also felt vulnerable, being completely naked like that while the stronger man remained clothed. He didn’t know quite what to make of it.
“Shh,” Heller crooned, poking his crown at Heath’s anus.
“You’re not gonna say anything, are you?”
A mischievous grin hovered over Heller’s voice. “Quit thinking and just feel. This is gonna hurt.”
Heath tensed up when he felt Heller’s startlingly broad tip surge forward. It lodged in his sphincter and he tightened up around it.
“Ease up, little bitch.”
He gritted his teeth, oddly aroused by the slur. Heller’s cock up his ass might have had something to do with it. “Asshole.”
Heller chuckled. “Seriously, let me in or this is gonna hurt worse.”
Heath relaxed and Heller was able to advance. His ass burned the deeper Heller’s erection pushed into his body. His anal tissues stretched around the man’s protected organ, pinching and stinging with dull heat.
“Just relax, little virgin. I’m about to go deeper.”
Heath’s face felt hot. He cried out in pain when Heller shoved forward, clearing his anal ring, and sent his dick plowing into Heath’s rectum. He panted, choking on tearless sobs as Heller kept packing more of himself into Heath’s bowels.
Heller groaned deeply when he was inside of Heath up to his balls. “Do you feel me inside you, bible boy?”
Guilt and embarrassment plagued him. “Don’t call me that while you’re buried deep inside me.”
Heller chortled and hovered over him, fanning his ear with his humid breath. “I can say and do whatever I want and there’s not a thing you can do about it. You get hard when I taunt and insult you.”
Heath wailed breathlessly when Heller wrapped his hand around his erection.
“I like that.” Heller grazed his teeth over the thick cord that joined Heath’s neck to his shoulder, causing him to shiver violently. “You were made for this. No woman could give you the kind of pleasure I’m going to.”
Heller fondled his balls. Heath moaned, pressing his scrotum into Heller’s groping palm.
“Now, in order to get any action, you have to beg me for it.”
“You really are a bastard, you know that?” A drawn-out noise of surrender
resulted when Heller slowly tugged Heath’s ball sack away from him and then rolled it back up against his pelvis.
“Just beg me and then I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.” Heller kissed him behind the ear and then nipped his lobe in warning. “I’m not gonna ask you again.”
Heath was in meltdown mode. His cock throbbed and his balls tingled with an unbearable ache. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me.”
“I’m not convinced. Say it again with feeling,” Heller whispered into his ear like a smartass.
Heath wanted to slap him as much as he wanted the man to pound him into the carpet. “Please fuck me.”
“You want it?” Heller stroked into him once in a controlled, fluid motion.
A long, ragged sound somewhere between a moan and an outcry came from Heath. “Yes, I want it.”
“You want me to play with your dick?” Heller followed the question up with another steady thrust and his hand slid up to Heath’s cock, grasping him firmly.
Heath gasped and tried to fuck his hand. “Yes, God, yes.”
“Sounds pretty gay to me.”
He groaned in frustration. “Stop making it like that and just fuck me.”
Heller laughed. “So much denial. I’ll have you coming out yet.”
“Shut up or I’m leaving.”
A strong thrust made him jolt and cry out softly.
“You’re not going anywhere, bible boy.”
Heath bit back a moan, the fire within becoming a raging inferno. “Don’t call me that.”
“Oh, you mean names to remind you about your holier-than-thou upbringing?” Heller taunted, fucking him deeper.
Heath’s head dropped and he panted. Heller’s tunneling remained fairly cautious, but he did pick up the pace, causing Heath discomfort and simultaneous pleasure. The man’s grunts and heavy breathing sounded so raw and primal, Heath felt devoured in the flames.
“You’re so fucking tight. That’s good you saved yourself for me. And this gay little cock is getting nice and hard for me.”
Heath’s dick swelled in the man’s grip, pulsing with hot blood the more the man pleasured him with his hand.
“Spread your legs wider, little bitch.” Heller knocked his legs farther apart.
Heath shook with need, eyes narrowing in between the huffing and puffing. “Quit calling me a bitch.”
