He couldn’t lose the ground he’d gained—he just couldn’t.
“Someday…maybe…I’ll tell you a story about a boy who didn’t have a lot of choices growing up, but right now, I’m going to tell you part of his story. When he was twenty-two years old, he faked his death.”
Abe’s face paled.
Dom’s lips tightened, his palms sweating so badly he pulled a towel out of the drawer next to the sink. He ran it through his hands, twisting it into a rope. The rush of joy he’d felt when he’d heard Abe’s truck pull into his driveway had been so intense; the punch of fury over what his brother had done to his car had his head swimming. He’d just showered and thrown on comfortable shorts and a T-shirt. The past several minutes had been spent trying to talk himself out of sitting outside Abe’s house—in case James went back there.
If his brother was at all the same, his cat-and-mouse game would last longer. He wouldn’t actually go after Abe until he’d driven his brother mad with worry, forcing him to act.
James got off on psychological torture, but Dom was terrified he’d taken that need to a more horrific level when James had discovered he’d been tricked all these years.
“Dom?” Abe walked up to him and set down his glass on the counter. He pulled Dom tight against him. “You faked your death?”
Dom nodded against him, digging his fingers into the strong muscles of Abe’s back, the memory of what he’d had to do still having the power to stab him through the chest. “I deliberately burned down the house where we’d been living. I stole some cremated remains from a funeral home so that some bits of bone would be found, but not enough to run a DNA test. Made it look like a gas explosion so that everything was destroyed. And I ran. Like a fucking coward. I ran and never looked back. I…I just had to get away. There was no other choice.”
“Hey,” Abe said as he tipped Dom’s head up with both palms over his ears. Brown eyes met his, and the concern mixed with lust snapped him out of his anxiety. “We don’t have to talk any more about this. You can share the rest with me when you’re ready, and I’ll be here to listen. What can I do right now? Should we call the cops?”
Dom was quick to shake his head. “No. No cops. I don’t want the cops involved in this. At least…not yet.”
“Then what if we call Shane? He’s a private investigator and has some experience dealing with some strange stuff.”
“No, but thanks. You’re all I need right now.” He turned his face into Abe’s neck, brushing his lips against his jaw. “I just want to relax and think for a while. Figure out a plan.”
“Then how about I try to take your mind off things?” And with that, he brought his mouth to Dom’s.
Dom melted into his touch. Now this was a program he could get behind. Sex would wipe away all memories of his brother because his attraction to Abe seemed to wipe out all thoughts anyway. And now was no different as fire swept through to obliterate everything else. He parted his lips and Abe took the kiss deeper, his tongue scorching a path of fire in Dom’s mouth.
He reached up to thread his fingers through those soft curls he was fast becoming obsessed with. The night before, he’d imagined Abe rubbing his curly hair all over his body.
Moaning, Abe ran strong hands down his back and dug his fingers in to clutch Dom as close as possible. His entire front was plastered to Abe, and he felt his hard dick as Abe began to move his hips side to side, rubbing against him.
Dom hadn’t put on any underwear and even with his eyes closed, he couldn’t stop them rolling back into his head. When Abe groaned and gripped his ass to suddenly grind, he nearly came in his shorts.
He pulled away, gasping air into his tight lungs and wrestling himself under control. “I like your idea,” he panted as he turned and pulled Abe out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and into the hall, backing slowly toward his bedroom. He was fucking trembling with excitement, never having felt this hopeful about another man in his life. This kind of lust—it was something else. It raged through his body like a firestorm. The backs of his knees hit the bed and Abe just kept coming, his brown eyes narrowed and so full of intent, Dom shivered.
“You’re shaking,” Abe murmured, his hand coming up to cup Dom’s jaw. “Shouldn’t I be the nervous one here?”
“Because you’re a man-virgin?”
Abe snorted. “That just sounds so wrong.” He softly kissed Dom’s lips.
Dom pulled away slightly. “What if you hate this?” His voice was barely above a whisper.
“I won’t.”
“You don’t know that. I don’t think I could stand being the man who proves this isn’t what you want.”
“Dom,” Abe growled as he grabbed Dom’s hand and placed it over the iron spike filling the front of his jeans. “I’m more turned-on than I’ve ever been in my life, so you have nothing to worry about except me throwing you to that bed and taking you apart.”
“Yes, please.” He nearly barked the words.
Abe grinned suddenly and kicked out, effectively swiping Dom off his feet so he fell back onto the bed.
“Well that wasn’t very fucking romantic,” Dom muttered even as he laughed and wiggled farther up the comforter. He got to the pillows and started to yank off his T-shirt, but Abe stopped him by crawling up his body and dropping his weight on him.
Dom groaned, his mouth opening for the kiss Abe gave him. And holy shit, the man could kiss. He fucked with his tongue, moving it in and out of Dom’s mouth, tasting and sucking on Dom’s tongue. He nipped Dom’s lips, then ran his cheek over the scruff on Dom’s face. The rasp of Abe’s beard felt so good on his skin, he held his breath and clutched his sides.
Abe wiggled his hips and Dom opened his legs, wishing he’d taken long enough to get out of his clothes. “Skin,” he breathed against Abe’s cheek as the man sucked his earlobe into his mouth. “Gah!” he cried out. “This would be better naked.”
Abe put his hands on either side of Dom’s head, his large frame pushing back and away from Dom. Dom started to complain, although he’d been the one to request the loss of clothes, but his tongue twisted into knots when Abe tugged off his shirt and revealed his wide shoulders and barrel chest. Brown and silver hair curled between and around his nipples and down his belly. Muscles bulged in thick arms. Dom had been privy to the upper-body strength of the man and right now, all he could do was take in the heady masculinity hovering above him. His hips were narrow compared to his upper body, and Dom pushed him farther back.
“I want to see it all. Stand up and show me.”
He was glad he’d left the light on because he would have missed the faint flush of red on Abe’s neck as he stood and reached for the fly of his jeans. He undid it and pushed them down, revealing leaner hips that flowed down into thighs thick like his arms. He had round, muscled calves and long feet. Dom brought his gaze back up to the gray boxers and couldn’t manage to form words enough to ask for their removal. Fuck, he was so excited, he felt like a teenager.
But Abe pushed the underwear down, his dick rearing up and leaving a faint glistening trail on the hair on his belly. His cock was thick, the tip wet, and Dom’s mouth watered.
“Am I the only one getting naked? Because I have to say that wouldn’t be my first choice.” Abe’s low words yanked him out of his trance.
Dom scrambled off the bed to take off his own clothes, but his hands seemed to have a mind of their own as he instead ran his palms down Abe’s chest and stomach. He stroked fingers over Abe’s hips and around to the smooth skin of his back. He stepped close and nipped at Abe’s bottom lip. “I love your body.”
“Pretty sure I’m going to love yours too, when I get to see it.”
Chuckling, Dom stepped back and tugged off his T-shirt, pushed down his shorts, and kicked them off.
Abe groaned. “I knew you were flying free under those damn thin shorts.”
“Like them, do you?”
“I like what’s under them a lot more. Fuck, Dom, look at you.” This time, A
be’s hands did the mapping of Dom’s body. He started with his shoulders and when he stroked his palms down Dom’s arms, he couldn’t keep himself from flexing—just a little. He had to bite back a grin when Abe moaned softly and continued his exploration, grazing the backs of his fingers over Dom’s abs. “You’re like a work of art. Like something I’d see in a museum.”
“Shut up,” Dom murmured. “I’m just a guy and I’m not the gorgeous one here.”
Brown eyes met his. “You make me feel gorgeous.”
“I wish you saw what I do when I look at you. What I’m pretty sure Trent saw when he looked at you. Did I tell you that I felt a little jealous and a lot possessive after seeing that?”
“Oh, yeah?”
Abe’s fingers drifted back up his chest, across the long scar from the explosion he’d been in during the mission to save Geoffrey Ralse. “Not quite museum quality. More scratch and dent,” Dom nervously joked. Was it wrong that he wanted to be perfect for Abe? To be exactly what the man craved.
“Better than museum quality. You’re real. And mine.”
Abe must have tired of talking then, because he grabbed Dom as he turned and fell back on the bed, bringing Dom over on top of him. “Oh God,” he groaned. “I knew that smooth skin of yours would feel good against me.”
Lust shot through him so hard, he felt his balls drawing up way too fucking early. Again. Nope, that wasn’t happening. He shut his eyes and willed the racing orgasm back. But Abe grabbed his head and started that expert kissing of his. Dom sank into him and opened his mouth. Tongues dueling and sliding—teeth nipping. He was ravenous suddenly and he straddled Abe, spreading his legs and letting that fat cock of Abe’s rest against his crease.
Abe froze.
Panting, Dom tore his mouth away and sat up enough to get a good look at the man beneath him. He expected to see hesitation on that gorgeous face, and instead he saw such an intense level of desire, Abe looked like he was ready to blow as well. His breaths were coming fast and hard, and he writhed under Dom in a way that had Dom biting his lip.
“Move like that again,” Abe whispered.
Dom placed his hands on Abe’s chest and slowly rubbed his ass back against Abe’s dick. He rolled his hips. “Is that what you want? Want inside me?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know.”
He couldn’t help the small smile because so far, there was absolutely nothing telling him that Abe wasn’t one hundred percent into this. “You’ll like it.”
“No doubts on that here.” Abe thrust up his hips, rubbing the soft tip of his cock over Dom’s hole. Back and forth and back and forth until Dom was gritting his teeth.
“I do want inside there at some point, but there’s something I really want to do first.”
“Anything. I’m yours for anything.”
“Lie back.”
Dom lifted his leg and rolled onto his back. Air left him in a rush when Abe came with him, rolling on top. “Oh, you feel so good on me like this. Shit.”
Abe was too busy nestling his entire body on Dom’s, nuzzling his jaw, then his neck. Dom nearly came up off the bed.
“Good spot?” he murmured, his breath hot against Dom’s collarbone.
“Yeah. Love attention there.”
Abe placed his teeth around Dom’s pulse and bit.
“Agh!” Dom cried out, bending his head back to give Abe all the access he could possibly want.
“I love discovering your sweet spots. Got more?”
“Yeah, several. Have fun.”
Lips moved down his chest and to his nipples. He bit and licked, then sucked Dom’s nipple into his mouth. Dom hissed and bucked up again. Abe chuckled and kept going. As he drew close to one of Dom’s other spots, he started to shake. His lower abdomen—he loved to have that kissed, and when Abe reached that spot, he clutched at those soft curls on his head and moaned.
“Oh man,” Abe breathed as he nuzzled Dom’s bellybutton, and before Dom could utter anything else, Abe had his hand on Dom’s cock and his lips in his pubic hair.
Dom’s eyes slammed shut and he waited, barely able to breathe. His big hand stroked up and down, fingers tight around his dick.
“Love how silky the skin is here.”
“Lemme feel yours.”
“In a minute. I’m acquainting myself with all of you. Been thinking about this a long, long time.”
“Oh yeah? Since when?”
“That first fucking night you stayed in my house and walked around with your shirt off. Shameless hussy.”
“You know it. Still, it took you long enough to come around.”
“I’m here now and hopefully, coming soon.” He moved down and shocked the hell out of Dom when he kissed his knee and came up. That was when he discovered Dom’s other weakness. Abe licked his inner thigh, and the whimper that came out of Dom’s throat would have embarrassed him if Abe hadn’t bitten down softly in that moment.
“Damn,” Abe murmured softly as he gently tugged on Dom’s balls. “You’re ready to blow. Not yet.”
“You’re killing me.” Dom reached down to grab himself, but Abe’s mouth beat him there. He licked the tip of Dom’s dick.
“Oh,” he breathed like he loved the taste.
Dom figured he only had a few moments to live then. He couldn’t get his lungs to work properly, and the effort to hold back his orgasm was making his brain hurt. Right when Abe went to take him farther into his mouth, Dom pulled him off and curled up as he lost the fight. He bowed up off the bed as he shot all over his stomach and chest. Some hit his chin.
When his vision returned, it was to see Abe grinning, his expression more smug than Dom had ever seen it. “I did that to you.”
“You did,” Dom panted. “I feel like an idiot.”
“Don’t.” His chest puffed out. “I made that happen and I’m proud of it.”
“Goof.” Dom sat up and grabbed the T-shirt he’d thrown onto the bed. He wiped himself off, tossed the shirt to the floor, and pulled Abe back to him.
“Missed a spot,” Abe said as he licked Dom’s chin.
And like that, the tingling started up in his body and his dick perked up a little. Knowing it would take more to bring it back to full mast, Dom still moaned when Abe came in for another kiss with the taste of Dom on his tongue. It was time to show this man what he could do with his mouth.
Dom pushed him to his back and slowly explored as he moved down Abe’s body. He nuzzled into the hair on Abe’s chest. He’d always loved a hairy man. His own body had so little, and what he did have on his legs and arms was sparse and more red than the auburn hair on his head.
He reached that fat cock and nosed below, taking in the scent of Abe, who had obviously showered before coming over, but who also still smelled faintly of sweat and musk and man. He went lower to see if Abe’s inner thighs were as sensitive as his and smiled against his skin when Abe quivered. He came back up and didn’t give Abe any warning, taking that beautiful cock into his mouth slowly and surely, hollowing his cheeks, and relaxing his throat so it could keep sliding until his lips met his hand at the base.
“Agh!” Abe bellowed, voice deep, before the yell broke off into a hoarse cry as Dom sucked back up. He licked the underside, went down, and swirled his tongue around the base before coming back up to suck him back down again. The whole time, he listened to Abe’s noises and when there were good ones, he repeated whatever he was doing until he had turned Abe into a quivering mass of sputtering and moaning man on his bed.
Abe thrust up into his mouth, then grabbed his head. “Coming!”
Dom figured Abe thought he didn’t like the taste since he’d pulled Abe off his own before—but he just hadn’t been sure Abe was ready for a mouthful of spunk.
But he sure as hell was, so he sucked harder and got his reward when the warm fluid filled the back of his throat.
Abe, who’d been making all kinds of noises before, went silent as his body became one taut line of muscle. He shook and came, and a s
ense of relief hit Dom hard.
Abe loved what they had just done. All of his doubts in that respect were gone.
He came up and watched as the haze left Abe’s face and he focused on Dom. A smile slowly stretched Abe’s lips.
“Stay here tonight?” Dom whispered.
“Oh, yeah.”
Chapter Nine
Abe stretched, legs sliding along the soft sheets. He rolled onto his side and pressed his face into the pillow. A smile tugged at his lips. He could smell Dom on the pillow, in the sheets. The man surrounded him, and it gave him such a deep sense of peace and rightness. He didn’t want it to end.
Sliding his hand out, Abe came up with only cool sheets. His eyes popped open and he discovered he was alone in bed. The clock on the nightstand announced that it was after eight in the morning. He couldn’t remember if Dom said he had to go in for an early shift. The bodyguard had admitted that he was naturally an early riser, which matched Abe perfectly.
But for a rare moment, he didn’t want to get out of bed just yet. His body was luxuriously relaxed after last night. He kept in good shape, but sex with Dom meant using a few muscles that had been neglected over the years. Closing his eyes, he replayed each kiss. Dom’s moans and cries of pleasure still rang in his ears. He’d never known it could be like that.
Patricia and he had burned up the sheets when they were young, but it had been about pure pleasure when they were together. With Dom, he felt connected on a deeper level. There was something in his stare, in the way he let go, the way he trusted Abe so completely, that made it so much more.
Stifling a groan at himself, Abe took a deep breath…and caught the faint whiff of bacon. Had Dom gotten up to cook breakfast? Abe pushed into a sitting position and grinned at the sight of a pair of loose basketball shorts at the foot of the bed. After a brief stop in the bathroom, Abe headed to the kitchen, where Dom was standing in front of the stove in the similar shorts from last night and an old T-shirt with the sleeves ripped off, showing off his amazing arms. To hell with breakfast—Dom was a mouthwatering sight. He’d thought the previous night’s sex had sated him within an inch of his life, but his cock started to perk up as he stared. Apparently it was determined to make up for lost time, and Abe no longer wanted to argue with it.
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