“I really didn’t think it was possible for you to look sexier, but you’ve accomplished it,” Abe said, his voice still a little rough from sleep.
Dom looked over his shoulder at Abe and the strangely pensive expression on his face disappeared, the smile that he flashed heart-stopping. Dom was normally a happy person, but this was a different kind of joy shining forth. And it was humbling to think that he was the cause.
“I have a feeling you’re more tempted by the pound of bacon I’ve fried up rather than my sausage,” Dom teased.
“I think I proved otherwise last night,” Abe said with a wink. Flirting with Dom was just too easy, too addictive.
Dom turned his attention back to the stove for a moment and flipped over a piece of bacon before looking over his shoulder again at Abe. He grinned bigger than life itself and shook his head.
“What?”
“I just can’t believe you’re here.”
Abe chuckled. “This isn’t the first time I’ve been in your house, Dom.”
Dom rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the food. “No, I mean I can’t believe you’re standing in my kitchen, half-naked, wearing a pair of my shorts after a night of incredible sex.”
Abe could feel his cheeks warm slightly as he closed the rest of the distance between them. “Incredible, huh?” Dom had said as much last night, but it was still encouraging to hear it again. His confidence hadn’t been at its highest when he decided to give it all a try. But then Dom kissed him, and he forgot all about being nervous and insecure. He just couldn’t get enough of Dom. Probably never would.
“Fuck yes,” Dom groaned. “My knees get weak just thinking about last night. I’m totally ready to do it all over again.”
Abe stood behind Dom, smiling. His cock was fully at attention now and ready to go just from listening to Dom talk. Sliding his hands under Dom’s T-shirt, he ran them up his wide, muscular back, loving the feel of his smooth skin. “Then why aren’t we?”
Dom’s head jerked around, holding Abe with his narrowed gaze for a moment, before he lurched forward again. He snapped off each of the burners with a quick twist. “We’ll figure out breakfast later,” he muttered under his breath.
Stepping backward so that Dom could move without hindrance, Abe laughed to see his desperate urgency. “Are you sure—”
He barely got the words out before Dom’s mouth was on his, devouring him. It was as if it had been months since they were last together rather than just a few hours.
They hit the stairs and Abe pressed him into the wall, kissing back. Dom had obviously been sneaking bites of bacon. It tasted damn good on his tongue.
Laughing, Dom pulled away to tug him up the stairs behind him, but his ass looked so good in the shorts, Abe kept reaching out to squeeze those round cheeks and the third time, Dom nearly tripped. Cracking up, he turned, still a step above him, and wrapped both arms around Abe’s neck to thrust his tongue back into Abe’s mouth
“Abe?”
“Yeah.” He bit at his bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth.
“You wanna fuck me this morning?”
“Oh God,” he groaned, reaching around to palm Dom’s ass again and grind him against his abdomen. “Yeah, yeah I do.”
“Then hold that thought.” Dom kissed him one more time, lips lingering, before he hurried into the master bedroom and kept going. When he disappeared into the bathroom, Abe felt a return of nerves as they scrambled about in his belly. He went into the guest room bath and breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted the spare toothbrush and toothpaste in the top drawer. He cleaned up from the night before with a rag and soap. His hand was shaking with excitement, and he laughed at his reflection in the mirror.
Forty-nine years old and giddy as a teenager about to get laid.
He made it to the bed before Dom came out, still fighting the tidal wave of nerves rushing through him. He knew what Dom was doing in that bathroom.
Fuck.
Dom came out, gloriously nude, his dick already hard. He saw the direction of Abe’s gaze and winked. “Just thinking about this kept it going.” He grabbed a condom and lube out of the drawer, and Abe couldn’t help but take in every curved muscle of his crazy-toned body. “Jesus, how much do you work out?”
“Have to be fit for what I do.”
“You’re sure as hell that. You make me want to up my workout.”
“If you are in any way hinting that your body isn’t perfect the way it is, I don’t want to hear it.” He pointed at the spike still aimed at Abe. “I have never met anyone who turns me on like you do. Ever. All you see here”—he waved a hand down his body—“is yours.”
He crooked his finger. “Then bring my body here.”
Dom climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. He picked up Abe’s hand and squeezed lube onto his fingers. “I started the program in there already, so it won’t take much, but you should explore first and yeah, probably get me a little more loose for that fat cock of yours. Damn, that thing’s a beaut.”
Abe was pretty sure it would be impossible to get any more excited than he was in that moment. He slid his hand under Dom, brushing his palm on his hanging balls, watching as Dom’s eyes closed and his mouth fell open. He didn’t take his eyes off the man as he rubbed two fingers around his rim, then slowly slid one finger inside him. Hot. Holy shit, he was hot in there. And tight. He may have cleaned and loosened himself up in the bathroom, but that sure as hell didn’t feel like it would work around Abe’s dick.
“It’ll fit.”
His eyes flew open wide.
“Yeah, I can read your mind. Especially right now with that line splitting your forehead.” He ran his finger down it. “I like-a the buttsex.”
A laugh jumped from his throat and like that, he stopped worrying. The wicked twinkle in Dom’s beautiful green eyes drew him in just as it had in the beginning. He’d been drawn to the man’s sex appeal, yeah, but that humor was like fluffy icing on the best chocolate cake. A little extra flavor on the best taste. Laughter in sex wasn’t something he’d ever experienced, and he found he liked it.
A lot.
“Put another finger in,” Dom whispered.
Oh God, those words were so damn sexy, Abe’s breaths picked up. He pulled out his finger, then slid in two and the tight clasp around them made him see stars. He simply couldn’t wait to get his dick in there.
“Ready?” Dom groaned out the word. “I am. I so fucking am. Let me suit you up, gorgeous.”
He scooted back and tore open the condom packet with his teeth, then rolled the rubber down Abe’s cock, which reared in his hand.
“Damn. He’s ready to go.”
Whatever word that tried to come out of Abe’s mouth then didn’t work, and it only made Dom laugh softly as he held up Abe’s dick. He rubbed the tip over his hole once, twice, and Abe made another sound—this one long and low—as Dom sank down onto him.
His head snapped back, the muscles in his neck going taut.
That. Felt. Amazing.
“Oh fuck, oh shit, Abe!” Dom came down to kiss him, his tongue sliding hard and fast into his mouth. He kissed him as he worked himself slowly onto Abe, and Abe was pretty sure he was about to come unglued.
Then Dom squeezed him in a hot, tight grip and he did.
“Agh!” he yelled and clutched onto Dom’s hips. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting up into Dom, who yelled with him. Worried he’d hurt him, he forced himself to stop. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No. Stings but that’s a part of it. You can move—just go a little slow at first while I get used to you.”
Abe groaned at the sexy words, his fingers digging into Dom’s skin. He slowly rocked his hips, hoarse cries escaping his throat at how it felt inside Dom. It was like a vise, and he just knew it would be velvety without the condom, and he hoped for that at some point.
He was so not the kind for casual sex.
And this felt too incredible and anything b
ut casual.
Dom reared back and used his knees to make himself rise and fall. Abe watched his dick disappearing into that hole, but couldn’t see enough so he sat, wrapped his arms around Dom, and rolled them so Dom was on his back.
The man beneath him merely smiled and bit the corner of his lip.
Abe scooted up, holding his dick and at this angle, he could see Dom’s hole swallowing around it as he pushed inside. He invaded that stunning body slowly and surely and nearly choked on his own tongue at how unbelievably hot it was to watch the man taking him. He glanced up to find Dom’s gaze on him and they locked. All traces of humor were gone on his face as he watched intently, eyes slit, mouth falling a little open with each thrust of Abe’s cock. Abe remembered something he’d read about hitting a certain spot better at a different angle, and he grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Dom’s hips.
This time, when he pushed back in, Dom cried out, his legs falling open farther. “Yeah, fuck me, Abe.”
Talk about coming unglued then. Abe’s hips started snapping as he pushed in and out of that snug heat, unable to look away from the way Dom’s body worked with him. Abs tightening and flexing as he rocked his hips up into Abe, arms flexed as he held his fists tight. And pleasure on Dom’s face was something to behold, turning features that were almost pretty into a work of fucking masculine art. His lips were red, his white teeth biting on the bottom one, his nose flaring, eyes heavy-lidded.
Abe came over him, covering his body but propping himself up on his hands. His hips couldn’t stop moving as he slid inside that slippery, tight hold. “It’s good,” he managed to get out between pants. “So good.”
“Yeah,” Dom breathed. “So full.” He seemed no more capable of words than Abe. When he reached down and fisted his cock, Abe came back up, needing to watch. He grabbed the lube and squirted some at the base of Dom’s cock, and the long, rumbling groan of appreciation made him dizzy. “Don’t stop,” Dom ordered.
He watched his face to see the right place to hit and knew he got it when Dom gasped and sped up the movements of his hand on his prick. Wet sounds added to how hot it was to watch that hand moving up and down, his thumb swiping over the top in a well-practiced move. Fuck, it was all just so…much. So raw and sweaty and…perfect.
“There. Right there.” The veins in Dom’s neck stood out as his head went back. Perspiration glistened on his smooth chest and along the scar on his left side. None of the scars on his body detracted from his looks in the least. In fact, the only thing they made Abe feel was angry that someone had hurt this wonderful man.
Dom’s ass suddenly tightened around him and Abe grunted and fell forward, his own ass clenching in response as he watched Dom’s balls draw up tight. “Fuck yeah,” he breathed. “Let me see you come!”
Thick white ropes hit those gorgeous abs, and that was enough for Abe as his own orgasm erupted, the pleasure so intense, he gritted his teeth as every muscle in his body tightened, then released in waves of drugging pleasure as he came into the condom while still buried inside Dom.
When he could see again, he found Dom staring up at him, a fucked-out half smile on his face.
“Oh…did we find something we’re good at,” he drawled, his voice gritty and low.
Abe removed the condom, tied it off, and looked around. He spotted the small, silver trash can next to the nightstand just as Dom pointed at it. He collapsed on the bed and pulled Dom to his side, too. The air conditioner kicked on, and the cool air felt good on his sweaty body. They stared at each other for long moments; then a serious note entered Dom’s eyes. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Abe’s in a long and affectionate kiss. When he pulled back, he sighed.
“I’m so glad you finally caved.”
“Took me too long. And now that I know what I was missing, I feel like a fool.”
“You’re not. And I can’t complain. I’m just so damn happy to have you in my bed. In my house. And in a moment, in my shower.”
Abe rubbed at the wet hair on his chest. “I could use a shower.”
Dom rolled off the bed and came around to Abe’s side and held out his hand. “Come on. I’ll show you how good I am at soaping your balls.”
“My balls are going to need time, youngster.”
“Psht,” Dom breathed. “You haven’t experienced my superior technique yet.”
But Dom ended up being the one to learn a little something about soap and balls when he came all over Abe’s legs.
Afterward, Abe took his time dressing, allowing Dom to head down first to the kitchen to see if he could salvage any of the food he’d been cooking. Belly grumbling, he’d happily eat anything that Dom could scrape together. But the ache in his chest bothered him more than the emptiness of his belly. The craving for Dom was getting worse the more time they spent together, rather than less. A part of his brain was shouting for him to hurry down the stairs and join him again in the kitchen. To sit down at the little kitchenette and just watch him at the stove, to soak in his joy.
Dom had made it clear that this wasn’t some one-night stand or meaningless fling. He seemed as invested in making a real go of…whatever this was as Abe was. But that was just it. Being with Dom like this, the overwhelming happiness and feeling of contentment, the rightness of it all…Abe could feel himself getting swept away and so quickly. It hadn’t been what he was looking for. Not so fast.
Companionship. A little fun. Happiness. That had all been in the plan. But Dom was so much more. And he was coming to mean so much to him in so short a time. What if he got in over his head again like he did with Patricia? He’d gotten so lost in his ex-wife when they were young. With his experience, he thought he’d be able to better protect his heart, to put up more walls against getting swept up in everything that was Dom.
He didn’t want to. Not really. His heart pounded when Dom was close, and he felt alive around him. The world didn’t seem so daunting, and his life didn’t feel so aimless. His joyful outlook and fierce determination put everything in perspective.
Maybe he needed to take a page out of Dom’s book. Grab on to the happiness for as long as he had it and fight for what he wanted. And he wanted Dom.
Shaking his head at himself, Abe wandered over to the dresser and picked up his cell phone. At some point, either during the night or that morning, Dom had been nice enough to plug it in so that it wasn’t totally dead that morning. A smile crossed his lips when his eyes fell on Dom’s white Panama hat. The finely woven straw hat with the wide black band was striking on him, if a little odd. But the moment he flashed that rogue’s grin and tipped the brim, Abe was a goner for the man. He picked up the hat to take a closer look at it and a piece of paper fell out, fluttering to the floor.
Abe quickly leaned over to pick it up but froze when he saw that the small sheet of paper was covered in the same stick figures he’d seen scratched into Dom’s car and drawn across his garage.
The note was barely bigger than an index card but had significantly more characters drawn on it than the other messages. He hesitated for only a second before making his decision.
Snatching up the piece of paper, he placed it on the dresser and took a clear picture of it with his cell phone before covering it again with the Panama hat. He now had images of three full messages and the one partial message that Dom wiped off his front door. The thought of going behind Dom’s back made him ill, but he knew the man was shielding him from the truth.
Dom’s story of how he’d faked his own death replayed in his head. What had he gone through as a young man to make him take such a drastic step in order to escape? And was the person he escaped now leaving Dom the messages? Abe wasn’t sure if Dom was just scared to tell him the truth or if there was a darker reason for him to hide it from Abe.
Sighing softly, Abe shoved his phone into his back pocket and hurried to the kitchen before Dom could come looking for him. He would help Dom whether the man wanted it or not.
Chapter Ten
The gun in h
is hand seemed heavier than usual as Dom stared at it. It was the same gun he carried when he was on jobs. He’d fucking carried it on countless assignments for Ward Security and after that first one working for Rowe, he’d never given the gun much thought. But this was different. Walking into this meeting, he wasn’t a security agent for the preeminent Ward Security, protecting a high-value target. He wasn’t even Dominic Walsh anymore.
He was John O’Brien. A petty thief and a con artist. John O’Brien wasn’t worth a tenth of Dominic Walsh or even a hundredth of Abe Stephens.
That was why he’d escaped.
But carrying a gun into a meeting with his brother felt wrong. There was no doubt in his mind that the rest of James’s crew would be present, and he had little trouble with the idea of shooting any of them to save his own neck. But could he shoot James?
No.
He couldn’t shoot his brother. He might hate who James had become, hate the kind of life that James was demanding he lead, but he couldn’t shoot his own brother.
Cursing himself and his own weakness, Dom popped open the glove compartment and shoved the gun inside. He slammed it shut again. This meeting was not going to go well. He knew it in his bones. There was a nagging little voice in the back of his brain that demanded he call Rowe. His boss was the only one who knew about James and his past. Fuck, he should have called the cops and let them descend on the place.
But he couldn’t because he was still clinging to the hope that he could find a way out of this. That he’d be able to return to the life he’d built at Ward Security and continue to date Abe. He was so damn close to having everything he’d ever wanted. It was like stretching out his fingers and feeling it all just brushing against the tips.
James wasn’t going to snatch that away.
Climbing out of the car, Dom walked around to the front of the single-story, square building. The Joint was deep in what Dom was coming to think of as “old” Covington, across the Ohio River in Northern Kentucky. The city had pumped a lot of money into certain parts of the city to revitalize it for tourists and locals as a new place to shop and go out for an evening. But there were older parts where the money hadn’t reached yet, where the streets weren’t getting the quick pothole repairs and the blown lights weren’t being replaced in a timely fashion. The shadowy places where the city officials turned a blind eye to its people. That was where The Joint sat. It was only natural that James felt comfortable in this part of town.
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