by Cameron Dane
With a raw growl, Gradyn bit Devlin’s forehead, and he drove his cock hard and deep into Devlin’s newly-breached ass. He ground his pubes against Devlin’s flaming, tender ring, only to pull all the way out amid Devlin’s cries not to leave, and then pierce his thick shaft deep into Devlin’s chute again.
Devlin growled right back at Gradyn, loving this fiercer mating. He dropped his feet to the bed so he could get better leverage and pumped his hips up to meet every thrust down from Gradyn, moaning as each drive down from Gradyn pounded Devlin’s entrance faster and rougher than the last.
“Oh yeah, fuck me.” Devlin scratched at Gradyn’s shoulders and back, and surely left torn skin in his wake. “I can take it.”
Gradyn reared up and tangled his hands in the bedding. “Oh fuck, Devlin, fuck.” He snapped his hips and drove his prick into Devlin in rapid-fire motion. “You’re gonna make me come.”
Blood rushed back to Devlin’s cock in a torrent and shot his prick straight up. “Denny... Denny...” Devlin’s passage burned so good with the raw mating. “Come. Ohhh fuck,” he strained against Gradyn, begging for everything without words, while looking right into his lust-glazed eyes, “come inside me.”
Gradyn’s jaw dropped, his gaze darkened, and his arms shook as the rest of his frame went taut. “Touch yourself.” Fully buried inside Devlin’s ass, Gradyn clearly did battle with his body’s needs. “I need to see it.”
Devlin stared up at the unconventional beauty of the man above him, deep inside him, and his tender channel clutched in sharp spasms all around Gradyn’s length.
Gradyn jerked, and his lips thinned down almost nothing, matching the harsh lines of the rest of his face. “Hurry.” His body glistened with moisture as he rasped out that order. “Come with me. Please.”
The open need in Gradyn spurred Devlin to grab his own cock. First contact sliced through him with a line of pure pleasure that raced through to every corner of his being. With his stare locked on Gradyn, Devlin began dragging his fist up and down his sensitized length, and Gradyn started to move in Devlin’s ass again.
Each full slide of contact Devlin delivered to his dick increased in speed the next time around, which Gradyn matched with every push in and out of Devlin’s chute. Within half a dozen strokes, Devin had his prick whipped into a painful frenzy, and Gradyn pummeled Devlin’s ass with a punishing fucking in turn. Devlin didn’t care about any discomfort; he only cared about giving Gradyn what he needed in order to come.
“Harder.” Devlin bucked up to meet Gradyn’s every downward thrust, and he rubbed his hand furiously up and down his own cock as he strained to find a third release. “Fuck me harder and make me come.”
A rough curse escaped Gradyn, and he reached down to cover Devlin’s hand with his. He closed his fingers tightly, making Devlin gasp with the extra pressure around his dick; then Gradyn pushed lower and fondled Devlin’s balls. Gradyn pulled, rolled, and teased Devlin’s sac as he drilled his dick into Devlin with a sawing slide, taking him repeatedly to the root.
“Please...” Devlin writhed and whimpered and ground his asshole into Gradyn’s thick penetration as pure, gut need consumed him. “I can’t...”
Gradyn slid his hand lower, and he pushed on the thin membrane of skin between Devlin’s balls and hole ... just exactly at the same time he tagged the sweet spot in Devlin’s ass ... and sparked the most explosive fireball to roaring life throughout the whole of Devlin’s body.
“Ahhh!” Devlin split his thighs wide, drove his hips up, fusing cock and ass together as the heat of orgasm ripped through his spine and raced back to his core. Everything tightened inexplicably rigid for a split second, so goddamned solid it iced panic through Devlin, until finally the pulse exploded and hurled Devlin into the stars. He grabbed hold of Gradyn right before it happened, and cried out his name as his channel contracted like a vise. He shot a split second later, spraying ejaculate all over Gradyn’s stomach.
The second the first spits of cum hit Gradyn’s flesh, his entire frame jolted and his face twisted in a map of base desire. He bared his teeth and surged his cock deep into the furthest reaches of Devlin’s ass one more time. He arched his upper body in a way that made him look like an animal howling at the moon, shouted hoarsely, and suddenly the sensation of warmth touched deep in Devlin’s passage. As Gradyn came, the tattoos skimming the left side of his face and body made him seem almost otherworldly, but the vulnerability in his eyes, and the way he locked onto Devlin the entire way through his release, showed Devlin exactly how human this man was.
A visible tremble worked its way through Gradyn, and with a deep breath, he finally collapsed on top of Devlin. His weight pushed them even deeper into the dip in the center of the mattress but Devlin didn’t care. He reveled in the perspiration and cum making their skin cling together, and each time Gradyn breathed against Devlin’s neck, goose bumps popped up on Devlin’s arms. The man still had his cock tucked all the way inside Devlin too, keeping Devlin feeling connected and full. He should probably request Gradyn pull out and dispose of the condom, just in case it tore or leaked. At the same time, Devlin figured he would have felt it when Gradyn came if it had, and he didn’t want to separate from the man just yet.
Not sure I ever want to. Fear sluiced through Devlin with that thought, and he clutched his arms tighter around Gradyn’s massive shoulders, holding him close. He’s so solid; he feels ... necessary. A second wave of fear--that Devlin could be feeling this way about this man so fast--shivered through him again.
Long minutes passed in silence. Devlin kept holding Gradyn, unable to let him go. Just as he thought Gradyn might have fallen asleep, the man stirred and pushed up to his hands.
Gradyn searched Devlin’s entire face before making eye contact. “Are you okay? How does your ass feel?” He reached between them, very slowly withdrew his cock from Devlin’s rectum, and then rubbed his hole. “Hurting bad?”
A dull throbbing made Devlin extremely aware of his channel, and lingering tenderness made his entrance tingle. “Feels used.” He shifted his weight more to his hip. “A little sore, but in a good way.”
The edge of Gradyn’s mouth hitched up with a smile. “Nothing you won’t get over then. That’s good.” He scooted backward to the foot of the bed and got to his feet. “Let me get you a washcloth and a towel. I’ll be right back.”
Devlin rolled to his side and admired the way Gradyn moved as the man walked to the bathroom and disappeared inside. The sound of the toilet flushing and then water running reached Devlin’s ears from through the half-open door, and he closed his eyes to better paint a picture of that sexy hulk of a man standing at the sink wiping Devlin’s cum from his belly.
Oh, sweet merciful gods. Devlin couldn’t keep the ridiculous cat-who-caught-the-canary smile off his face. I’ve been fucked.
And not just for the sake of it, not just to say he’d done it, as had been his original plan when coming to San Francisco. Rather, he’d been fucked thoroughly, properly, and well. By a somewhat scary looking, but sweet-as-hell under the hard exterior, guy.
I can’t believe I lucked into meeting him.
Gradyn reappeared right then, glistening with moisture, as if he had wiped himself down all over. “Here you go.” He handed Devlin a large towel, one half wet, the other dry. “Housekeeping didn’t leave us new stuff like we requested, so go ahead and use that to clean up with the wet side and then dry off with the other. We’ll make another call to have something sent up in the morning.”
Devlin worried his lower lip as he wiped lube from his skin and gently cleaned his tender hole. He used another portion of the damp cloth to wipe the perspiration from the rest of his body and then patted himself dry. All the while, he couldn’t get the implications of Gradyn’s words from his mind.
Just bite the bullet, Morgan. You’ve had the man inside you, for fuck’s sake, that allows you some liberties to ask questions.
“So we’re going to make this a whole weekend thing?” he blurted out as he t
hrust the towel back at Gradyn. “Is that what you’re saying?”
Gradyn paused mid-step to the bathroom; he took a long, drawn-out moment and openly looked Devlin over from head to toe. “Oh yeah, beautiful.” Devlin could have sworn the man’s cock twitched again already. “If you want to.”
Devlin’s heart fluttered like mad, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from Gradyn. “I do.”
“Good.” After taking a second to toss the towel into the bathroom, Gradyn crawled back in bed and tucked himself against Devlin’s side. They lay in silence for a long time, and then Gradyn murmured, “That might have been your first time, period,” his lips brushed against Devlin’s shoulder, “but I have to tell you I’ve never experienced anything quite like what we just finished doing either.”
There went that crazy flip-flopping in Devlin’s belly and chest again. “It might not be fair of me,” he admitted, “but I like hearing that.”
Gradyn settled even deeper into Devlin, snuggling close. It took him all of two minutes of shifting, where he finally draped an arm and leg over Devlin, and then he started to lightly snore.
Devlin stayed awake for a long time afterward, just enjoying the weight of this big man clinging to him. He let the tips of his fingers run up and down the swirling indigo pattern running the length of Gradyn’s body, loving the peace and silence of them sharing a bed.
All the while, Devlin wondered how in the hell someone he’d met less than twelve hours ago could so immediately feel absolutely like he was meant to be in Devlin’s arms forever...
*
...Devlin awoke with a start to find himself holding his pillow against his chest, mimicking how he’d held Gradyn all night in that motel.
He remembered the quiet combination of confidence and vulnerability he’d constantly witnessed in Gradyn in San Francisco, and then mentally flipped backward to the hallway outside his apartment tonight and the absolute fear he’d seen drenching those wrong-colored blue eyes of Garrick’s.
He’s scared, and he’s hiding.
Devlin wanted to know why. He might be able to ignore the stranger Garrick was pretending to be, but no way in hell could he walk away from a frightened Gradyn Connell, no matter that they hadn’t talked in four and a half years.
They were the same man. Gradyn--Garrick--knew that Devlin knew they were the same man. Devlin had a thousand questions, and he did not intend to give up until he had answers for them all.
This isn’t over between us, Denny. Not by a long shot.
Chapter Six
Maddie usually works on Saturdays. Garrick reasoned that fact in his mind as he stared down at her home phone number lit up on his cell. And maybe he won’t even be home. You might get a reprieve. With his finger poised over the button, Garrick still didn’t let it drop to make the connection. Damn it. Stop being a pussy and just hit the damn Send button.
Garrick cursed himself for the hundredth time since waking up, after going back and forth for the better part of an hour about this call. “Damn it. Shit. Fuck.” He finally just did it, and hit the button that would connect him to Devlin.
He had to talk to the guy; he didn’t know what in the hell to say, or how much, but he knew he had to set up a meeting so they could have at least one more conversation. He owed Devlin. The question became: How much? Garrick knew sharing too much information could be detrimental to his own safety. A person like Devlin, who would certainly mean well, might let something confidential slip purely by accident, and set off a chain of events that could lead to Garrick’s demise.
This is why I never should have come here. It’s messy. And complicated.
However, those were also the reasons he couldn’t just cut his losses and run.
Garrick let himself out of his apartment and was in the process of locking the door when a decidedly feminine voice hit his ear with a winded, “Hello?”
Shit.
“Maddie. Hi.” Garrick’s heart rate kicked up a dozen notches, and he started sifting through his conversation options. “You sound out of breath.”
“Just finished a run.” Heavy, uneven breathing mingled in with her words. “Nasty habit Aidan taught me.” There was a long pause, wherein Garrick swore he could hear Maddie guzzling water. “I’m thinking of quitting. My heart can’t take it.”
His chest loosening some, Garrick chuckled as he pocketed his keys and traipsed down the narrow flight of stairs. “Only you would say something like that with a straight face, Maddie.”
“How do you know my face is straight?”
“I can picture you as you say it, and believe me, I know it’s poker straight.” Garrick grinned to himself. “But yes, I do know you’re actually joking. I can hear the humor too.”
“So now that you know I have a love and hate relationship with running,” Maddie said, “what else can I do for you this morning?”
“Oh...” Double shit. “Um, right.” Garrick’s heart went right back to Indianapolis 500 level speeding, and his brain spun various scenarios in a fast cycle until one spat out. “I was just wondering if you think I would lose all respect with Mr. Corsini if I ask for a few days off from work? I’ve only been there a month, and he’s such a workhorse, I’m afraid he might let me go after my probation period ends if I start putting in requests for personal days already.”
Maddie didn’t respond for what felt like eons, and Garrick found himself standing with his breath trapped in his throat.
“Did you really call me on a Saturday morning about that?” she finally asked, her voice rising in pitch. “Or are you wondering if my brother is here, and you really want to talk to him?”
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. “Why would you say that?”
“No reason; I just don’t think you really want time off from work already.” Another stretched moment of thick silence fell between them until Maddie said, “He isn’t, in case you were wondering.”
Garrick stalled in place, halfway up the steps to the Fine’s porch. He looked to the floor and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Who isn’t?”
“Devlin. He’s not home right now. I could tell him you called, if you’d like.”
“No!” Through the panic of dealing with the subtle third degree Maddie was giving him, the hackles on Garrick’s spine suddenly shot to attention for an altogether different reason. “Look, I’m sorry I bothered you,” he said quickly. “I have to go. See you Monday.” Garrick hung up without waiting for her goodbye. He then shifted, stepped up the rest of the way to the porch backward, and took inventory of the neighborhood for the third time in as many days.
He assessed the road from one end of the block to the other but recognized everyone outside as a person who belonged in the area. He studied the cars quickly, one at a time, and again, they all had reason to be on the street or in their respective drives.
Everything looked exactly right, but the tentacles of chill kept tickling at Garrick’s back.
Who are you, damn it? And how did you get the skills to blend into the woodwork?
Garrick knew someone was out there watching; he had felt it for a few days now. He just didn’t know why that person hadn’t come for him, since they so clearly knew where he lived. Could it just be Joe discretely checking up on him? Garrick absolutely could not contact the FBI agent to find out for sure.
He heard the door open and close softly behind him, and Grace stepped to his side. “Something feel out of place again?” Her voice was little more than a whisper.
Garrick crossed his arms and shifted to an at-ease military stance. “Nothing looks out of the ordinary.”
She glanced at him without turning her head. “That’s not exactly a complete answer.” With a shiver, Grace drew her fitted blazer more completely across her breasts. “Maybe I shouldn’t leave the kids after all.”
“They’ll be fine with me. I promise.”
If the person watching Garrick right now wanted to kill him, they would have attacked him already. He’d certainly acted irrationally enough
in the past few days and given this person ample opportunity to take him out.
It’s Devlin. Garrick suddenly stood up straighter. Of course. Except, how is someone like Devlin, without the necessary training, disappearing so completely into the shadows?
“Garrick,” Grace’s voice pulled him back to her, “be honest with me. Do you really think someone is peeping at us right now?”
“I don’t feel it anymore.” He outright lied. All his muscles still sat poised, pulled tauter than a drum. “If anyone was playing Peeping Tom, he or she is gone now. I apologize. I’m feeling antsy and you’re the one who’s getting scared. Go. Wow your client and make your first sale. I’ll take care of Shawnee and Chloe.”
“I don’t know...” Grace’s left cheek sank in, and even though he couldn’t see it, Garrick knew she chewed a hole on the other side.
“Take a look around,” Garrick suggested. “You have a couple of guys mowing lawns, a teenager shooting hoops, and three moms three houses down watching one toddler play in the grass. It’s only going to get busier as it gets later in the morning; more people are going to be in and out of their houses. We’re fine here today, if just due to the safety in numbers.”
“I suppose.”
Damn it. Garrick hated like hell that he’d put fear in Grace and possibly ruined her big break. “How about thinking about this?” He planted his shoulder against the porch post and put his full attention on her. “Sell that rich son-of-a-bitch a house today and you’ll take a good step toward making yours and the kids’ life more financially secure.”
Grace pursed her lips and sort of shook her head. She glanced from the street to her front door--Garrick knew she was thinking of her children beyond it--before finally settling her focus back on him. “Good point. Okay, let me go before I make a bad first impression by being late.” She unclipped her keychain from her purse and trotted down the stairs to her serviceable but old car. “The kids are still sleeping but you won’t get a reprieve for much longer.” As she climbed in behind the wheel and started the engine, she rolled down her window and shouted, “Wish me luck!”
