by Cameron Dane
“’Kay.” Shawn let go of Garrick’s shoulder and clamped his hands to his ears. “Spiderman, Spiderman...”
Garrick beseeched, damn it, he fucking begged Devlin with his eyes. “Devlin, listen to me.”
“Please don’t.” The sharp sting in Devlin’s tone shut Garrick up. Devlin then glanced at Shawn, and his entire face softened. He moved to Garrick’s side, and he leaned in, speaking softly in Garrick’s ear. “He looks right in your arms. Like he’s supposed to be there.” Devlin shifted, and the tips of his fingers lingered against Garrick’s hip. “When we talked that whole night on the phone, I remember you telling me how badly you wished you had a father. I could feel your pain even though we were three thousand miles apart. I understand your choice.” Lips brushed with shivery softness against the skin behind Garrick’s ear. “Goodbye,” Devlin whispered. Before Garrick could find his brain and utter a word, Devlin pulled Shawn’s hands from his ears, said goodnight to him too, and joined his date.
“But...” Garrick spun. The pizzas burning his hand tilted, and another patron grabbed them, righting them before they fell.
Garrick thanked the man, but he was still half focused on Devlin and the cute-as-hell blond being shown to a table. He just knew by looking at him that Devlin’s date would be one hell of an enthusiastic bottom. Garrick ached to put everything down, chase after Devlin, explain everything, and promise to bend over for him forever, if that’s what he now wanted.
Instead, Shawn poked him in the shoulder and pointed out that the nice man who had saved their pizzas from disaster now stood holding the door open for them. Garrick noticed Shawn chewing on his lip again in that way he did when he got nervous, and Garrick knew he wasn’t doing anything but going home and eating pizza--as he’d promised.
Chapter Nine
Garrick tore into the garage apartment three hours later still ready to rip something apart. He’d kept a lid on everything through dinner and a kiddie movie, and even managed to focus on Shawn and Chloe’s friendly bickering for a little while, but the second their eyes started drooping from their busy day, Garrick excused himself, and everything flooded back to him in a torrent.
Devlin. And his date.
He couldn’t believe Devlin would still go on that date after the day they’d shared together. And to give up on them as a couple, just like that? To turn Garrick over to the Fine family as if Devlin and Garrick hadn’t shared the most incredible intimacy two people possibly can?
And Garrick wasn’t talking about all the fucking they’d done in San Francisco either.
Not that the sex itself that weekend hadn’t shifted from a hook-up designed to relieve an itch into an act Garrick could honestly swear he’d never done with anyone else. He’d lost himself not only in the stunning male body, but in the man himself, and Garrick had never let that happen with any person before Devlin. Shit, he hadn’t intended it to happen with Devlin either, but from the moment Devlin’s sweet, nervous energy had taken over that cheap motel room, Garrick had found himself drowning in a place from which he did not want to be saved.
Now he’s out with another man. Maybe falling into bed with him too.
“No way.” Garrick growled and paced his apartment, a living space not much larger than that motel room he would never forget. He clenched his hands into fists again and again, trying to contain the desire to maim one hot young blond with a sweet behind.
Better not be tapping that pretty ass tonight, beautiful, or any other while I’m still breathing.
Garrick groaned, slipping back to the last time he and Devlin Morgan had made love...
*
...Gradyn ignored the band tightening his chest as he folded his flannel shirt and set it on top of his other dirty clothes in a plastic bag.
Almost time to say goodbye to him. Don’t be a wuss about it when it happens either.
He listened to the water running in the bathroom and didn’t have to turn around to know steam would be pouring out of the half-closed door. Gradyn couldn’t believe how much in just forty-eight hours together he’d gotten used to having another person underfoot. Someone his gut said was one of the good ones, a person worthy of trust.
Someone easy to love.
Gradyn fell into a chair and buried his face in his hands. “Don’t even think about that, Denny.” He spoke the denial aloud a second time, determined to force it down his throat and into his brain, into the cold light of reality. He had to talk himself out of envisioning a future with this man, especially since he didn’t even know what his own life would bring tomorrow.
My normal life again, maybe. Definitely no more living with looking over my shoulder. At least for a while. No more daily lifting weights either. Gradyn looked up and caught his tattooed, menacing reflection in the mirror. In time, hopefully no more image looking back at me that I’ve had for so long now I can’t remember if it’s the real me or not half the time anymore.
I won’t have Devlin anymore, that’s for sure.
Gradyn’s insides coiled tight on that thought, and his mind gutted him with fast-moving pictures of Devlin in Gradyn’s bed at home in San Diego or sitting at his side at his friend Jimmy’s annual barbecue that Gradyn always attended alone. Gradyn moaned and turned in his chair, as if facing away from the mirror could stop the barrage of images tormenting and tempting him with scenarios he could not let be.
Devlin deserves the world. And I can’t give him that. Not right now. Maybe never.
Christ, his job wasn’t even technically complete yet. Just because they had Kressley and most of his people behind bars right now didn’t mean Gradyn wouldn’t have to go back inside the motorcycle club if some aspect of the case went to shit and that butchering, human-trafficking SOB Kressley got released on a technicality. Gradyn didn’t fool himself that a weekend pass as part of a job well done meant he was actually free of this case that had eaten up the last two years of his life.
Fucking might never get the full stink of it off me.
“You look far away, Denny.” The sound of Devlin’s voice pulled Gradyn back into the motel room. He shifted, lured by the gentleness of it, and found Devlin leaning against the bathroom doorframe, still glistening from his shower, wearing nothing but a towel.
Good Christ. Gradyn’s breath caught in his throat. You’re everything I need right now.
“Are you okay?” Devlin asked.
Gradyn forced an easy smile. “Just listening to the water and picturing you naked in the shower.”
Devlin stayed where he was, watching Gradyn so intently that Gradyn’s skin heated and tightened under his clothes. Furrow lines appeared between Devlin’s brows, and he softly said, “I don’t think so.”
Please don’t make me outright lie to you, Devlin. “Let’s just say I was, okay?”
It took a moment, but Devlin eventually nodded. “If that’s what you want.”
With an uneven, deep breath, Gradyn held out his hand. “Come here, beautiful.”
Devlin moved to Gradyn with an easy grace and fluidity that defied the jittery, untried enthusiasm he’d exhibited just two nights ago. Gradyn swallowed hard as he took in the taut, tanned skin encasing perfectly defined muscles that didn’t tend toward too lean or too thick. Gradyn could happily kiss and nibble on Devlin’s chest and down to his flat stomach for years and not grow bored with it or what that narrow line of hair led to below the towel.
The body was damned amazing, but it was Devlin’s eyes that did Gradyn in. Holy Mother, Devlin’s pale stare, that didn’t waver under the scrutiny of a much larger man, and in fact held Gradyn locked in place right now, sucked Gradyn into a place in which he would happily drown.
“Jesus.” Falling fast, Gradyn tore off his shirt and tossed it aside. He then captured Devlin’s hand and drew the younger man between his spread legs. “I can’t walk away while we still have an hour on the clock before you have to go.” He splayed his hand across Devlin’s stomach and trembled when he felt it quiver under his palm. His pinky fing
er caught on the damp towel knotted around Devlin’s waist. Gradyn wanted to tear the white terrycloth aside and get at more of that wonderful warm skin, but their activities of the past two days nagged at his conscience. He commanded his hand not to move, and looked up into those mesmerizing gray eyes. “Can you take me one more time?”
“Yeah.” Devlin swayed into Gradyn’s open palm, pressing with his weight. He stared down, his eyes full of languid lust. His cock jutted, tenting the towel. “If you go slow.”
“Baby,” Gradyn slid his arms around Devlin’s waist and tugged him closer, “we can set whatever pace you want.” He pressed his face to Devlin’s stomach, closing his eyes as he inhaled the mingling scents of woodsy shower gel and a natural spicy musk that was purely Devlin. Blindly, Gradyn rubbed his cheeks, forehead and nose across Devlin’s skin, sipping at droplets of moisture still clinging to the man from his shower.
With every nip and taste he took, Gradyn’s prick thickened and pushed harder against the confinement of his jeans. He clung to Devlin, digging his fingers into the man’s back as he sucked on the firm skin above his hipbone and pulled blood to the surface. I could feast on him forever.
Needing more, he turned Devlin to the side and bit his way around his waist to the small of his back, leaving red tracks in his wake. Gradyn swirled his tongue into the dip at the base of Devlin’s spine and teased down to the line of the towel, suckling right above the cleft of Devlin’s ass. The man whimpered and pushed back for more, but Gradyn licked the other way instead, up Devlin’s spine as far as he could go without standing, and pushed his hands under Devlin’s arms to his chest. He scraped across Devlin’s nipples with his trimmed-to-the-nub fingernails, quickly stiffening the peaks to tiny eraser points.
“Ohhhh shit...” Devlin covered Gradyn’s hands and helped him scratch deeper welts into his flesh. “So fucking hard already.” He shoved one of Gradyn’s hands under the towel to his cock, knocking the fabric to the floor.
Scorching heat seared Gradyn’s palm at first contact but he welcomed the fire; he wrapped his hand firmly around Devlin’s swollen penis and pumped the full, rigid length. Devlin hissed and jerked his hips, and Gradyn reached with his middle finger to smear the early pearls of cum Devlin released. Devlin let out a needful little hum and pushed Gradyn’s other hand down to join the first, bypassing his cock and curling Gradyn’s fingers around his heavy sac.
Oh yeah, he’s already primed to shoot.
Gradyn delivered what he knew was an agonizingly slow pull and too-soft rub to Devlin’s prick and nuts, and made the man standing in front of him moan and writhe like crazy. Gradyn couldn’t stop the grin he stamped against the small of Devlin’s back ... or from slipping two fingers further between his legs to tease the sensitive patch of his taint.
“Oh God, Denny...” Devlin gasped as if someone had stolen all the oxygen from the room. “So good.” He pushed Gradyn’s hands away and spun, putting his erection in front of Gradyn’s face. “Suck me.” Looking down through eyes like mirrored glass, Devlin took his cock in hand and guided it to Gradyn’s mouth. “Please.”
The smell of pre-cum took over Gradyn’s nose and had him growling. A bead formed on the tip of Devlin’s cock, right in front of Gradyn’s eyes. Gradyn darted out his tongue, savoring the faintly bitter drop with a lick across Devlin’s slit. Devlin moaned and rubbed the moist head over Gradyn’s lips, cheeks and chin, leaving streaks of slick heat, and in doing so toyed with what little restraint Gradyn had left in him.
Devlin slid his penis over Gradyn’s lips again, lingering. This time, Gradyn opened wide and sucked almost half the stiff length down in one swoop. Hot, throbbing flesh burned Gradyn’s tongue, cheeks and roof of his mouth, but he just relaxed his jaw and went down for more, swallowing as much of Devlin as he could take.
As he neared getting Devlin to his throat, Gradyn slowed, working diligently to get the extra length and thickness into his mouth. Once he got there, stuffed so fucking full, Gradyn grasped onto Devlin’s hips, held him in place, and sucked in his cheeks for all he was worth. He dragged all the way up Devlin’s shaft and then filled his mouth to the brim with hard cock again as fast as he could, swished his tongue back and forth on the sensitive underside, and pulled up with every bit of suction in him a second time.
“Shit ... shit.” Devlin stared down as Gradyn’s sucked him off. He sank his fingers into Gradyn’s scalp, and his beautiful face twisted to stark, harsh lines. “Fuck, you’re gonna suck me inside out.”
Gradyn spat Devlin out and looked right into his eyes. “Don’t warn me.” Gradyn’s entire body hummed on the inside as his world slipped to a place of pure lust. “Come wherever you want when you can’t hold back.”
Not waiting, Gradyn licked down the underside of Devlin’s cock, latched onto one of his balls, and sucked it into his mouth. He tongued and tugged gently while continuing to tease his fingers ever-more-closely toward Devlin’s asshole, to the man’s moans of encouragement and delight. Gradyn murmured around his mouthful of nut, gave the smooth, hot orb one more swirl with his tongue, let it go with a wet pop, and eased the other into his mouth for similar ministrations. He sucked and breathed in the scent of aroused man, and rubbed the pad of his middle finger over the star pattern of Devlin’s tight pucker. Gradyn loved feeling the contractions of the small muscle as Devlin relearned the intimate contact, and he savored the moment of power and victory when the man finally whimpered and pushed down into the digit playing with his asshole.
Gradyn tongued Devlin’s sac one last time, and withdrew his finger without penetrating Devlin’s ass.
Devlin cried out and tried to force Gradyn’s head back to his balls and hand back to his snug entrance. “Please...” He ground himself into Gradyn’s face and fingers.
Gradyn grunted and bit the inside of Devlin’s thigh. He licked deeper between Devlin’s legs, not stopping until he found the tangle of their hands; he anointed Devlin’s fingers with saliva. With a quick move, Gradyn then reversed the hold between Devlin’s legs, reaching from behind instead, and forced Devlin’s own finger against his hole, with Gradyn holding it there.
Devlin shuddered. “Oh God.”
Gradyn kissed his way backward until he had his lips poised once again at the head of Devlin’s cock, and then looked up into his lover’s eyes. “Help yourself, baby.” Gradyn pressed against the back of Devlin’s hand with his own, nudging Devlin’s ring. “Let me feel you do it.”
The flare in Devlin’s pupils told Gradyn everything he needed to know. He’s never fingered himself before. He’s unsure. Gradyn held frozen, for just a couple of heartbeats, as Devlin stood locked before him statue-still.
His chest hurting again, Gradyn pecked a kiss to Devlin’s cock. “Whenever you’re ready, beautiful.” He kept his hand on top of Devlin’s but stopped applying that gentle pressure. “It doesn’t have to be with me.” Gradyn licked the sensitive rim of Devlin’s cock; he smiled and growled with pleasure when the red length jutted straight out before his eyes.
“Christ.” Gradyn’s mouth automatically filled with saliva. “You are something to see.” He opened up and took another deep pull of hard cock again, moaning as Devlin filled his mouth to capacity.
Devlin jerked, stilled, and then started pumping his hips at Gradyn’s face, fucking his mouth with shallow thrusts that didn’t choke. Gradyn relaxed his jaw and took the gentle assault, reveling in an act that could be incredibly crude or completely intimate, depending on the man thrusting his cock. Devlin didn’t shove--although Gradyn thought he could come to love a forced throat full of dick from this man.
With each brief pump of his hips, Devlin’s hand slowly moved under Gradyn’s, fingering his own ring, as if learning and searching. Gradyn stayed with Devlin, his palm lined up on the back of Devlin’s hand, piggybacking passively. His cock leaked inside his jeans every time he felt a hint of more aggressive movement and thought Devlin might push his own finger into his ass.
Devlin picked up the
pace of fucking Gradyn’s mouth, and Gradyn needed more too. He curled his free hand around the base of Devlin’s erection and started twisting his fingers and mouth in separate directions, squeezing and sucking with more power, taking charge again. Gradyn ate up and down two thirds of Devlin’s cock with wet, sucking pulls. Scorching-hot, salty rigid flesh burned his tongue with every lick, providing everything Gradyn craved in giving a blowjob to another man.
“Denny... Denny...” Digging his fingers into Gradyn’s scalp, Devlin scratched the smooth skin, and his thrusts lost any hint of gentleness. His finger moved harder against his bud, and he begged, “Fuck me.” Devlin suddenly shoved his finger into his own ass, and Gradyn’s pointer finger went right along with him, breaching Devlin with two simultaneously.
“Ohhh fuck...” Devlin’s rectum clamped down with moist heat around his and Gradyn’s fingers, drawing the invasion deeper into his passage. “Can’t... Ahh!” Devlin drove his dick into Gradyn’s mouth as he shook from top to bottom. A moment later, hot bitter ejaculate poured down Gradyn’s throat in jetting bursts, each consecutive pulse losing a little of its strength as Devlin came.
Gradyn swallowed down every sharp-tasting drop of Devlin’s cum, craving this taste of man again. No, not just any man. Gradyn milked Devlin’s cock with his throat and hand, stealing as much seed as he could. The taste of this one man.
He growled around Devlin’s length as he struggled with that truth; Devlin hissed in response. Right then, Devlin withdrew his cock from Gradyn’s mouth and their fingers from his ass. Gradyn, still full of desperate need, yanked Devlin down and savaged him with a kiss meant to seal ownership.
Devlin groaned and kissed Gradyn back just as deeply. He curled his hands into Gradyn’s shoulders, crushing the muscles, tangling tongues, and then abruptly tore his mouth away. “Oh fuck, Denny.” He breathed heavily against Gradyn’s mouth, clearly needing to catch his breath as much as Gradyn did. He then licked across Gradyn’s kiss-swollen lips, up to his nose and forehead, where he pressed a small kiss. “I love tasting myself inside you.” Silver flecks danced in Devlin’s eyes. He darted his tongue inside Gradyn’s mouth again with a fast, tormenting lick. “Feels right. Like I’m supposed to be there.”
