Dangerous

by RGAlexander

  Brady wanted to lick the salt off his skin.

  “Just a favor,” Ken said with a shrug. “He owes me more than one. Anyway, it’s not important. I have news. This morning I made sure that I’ll be doing a rope demo for the get-together. Once Cal told you where he was taking you, I made some quiet inquiries. The place is highly secure and private and prefers their own Doms as a rule. In fact, the only name I recognized is more hardcore than most, which made it harder to get in than it should have been. I had to make a few promises and twist a few arms to be put on the list, but we’re good to go. You won’t be alone, which is a good thing. I don’t trust places I can’t vet thoroughly.”

  What had he done for Trick to get those favors? And who had he made promises to? Brady shook his head. He was seriously fucked up.

  Marine heal thyself. What had he said in that video about acting like a jealous fishwife? What did he care?

  “Who are you going to be hogtying this time for our deviant audience?”

  Jesus, just stop talking.

  Ken sent him a questioning look. “Someone I’ve worked with before who knows how to put on a good show. He’s a professional dancer. Why? Did you want to volunteer?”

  Brady walked over to the leg press machine and started adding weight. “You already know I don’t. Maybe this dancer could be your partner in crime instead so you don’t need me to come with Cal. I think I did my part, right? We know where they’re going to be? With your skills at arm twisting, I’m sure you could get everything you needed on your own.”

  He was being a difficult bastard and he knew it.

  “What the hell, Finn? You know I can’t. I won’t be able to get near the target, but you’ll be introduced. Vargas is our ticket to ending this. You’ll shake his hand, and then you’ll be done. That’s what you want, right?” Ken strode over to him and dug his fingers into Brady’s forearm. “Why are you trying to back out now? Is it Cal?”

  He hadn’t been planning on it, but Ken’s reaction—no longer so serene—pushed him to continue. Brady gripped Ken’s wrist firmly and dragged his hand away. “I don’t know, Tanaka. Maybe I’m not the right guy to play bait, even for a good cause. Leading people on is obviously a fetish of yours, but I don’t enjoy it. Even with a freak like Cal. God, especially him. Once this job is over, things will go back to normal for you, but I’ll be dealing with the fallout for a while.” He shook his head, turning back to the weights.

  He’d have to warn Stephen. And stop using a traceable phone. And go to church to do penance for being such a jackass.

  He didn’t see it coming. He felt a rush of air and then his feet were no longer beneath him and his back was slamming hard on the gym floor, stealing his breath.

  Tanaka had swept his damn legs out from under him.

  Ken straddled his waist, his braid brushing Brady’s chest and his amber eyes burning gold. “You think I’m leading you on? Is that what you told yourself?”

  “Tanaka—”

  “Who’s the real tease, Finn? The way you watch me every time I look away. The way you respond every time I touch you. Willingly participate just long enough to get me rock hard before you push me away with your no-kink excuse. That’s what it is, Brady. An excuse.”

  Brady started to move and Ken used his hands to hold his shoulders down. “Let me finish. Have I ever asked to tie you up or whip you? No. But you don’t seem to care about that. It never occurred to you to ask why I’m in the life, or how much it does or doesn’t have to do with sex, because you’ve already decided. You never considered that I might be drawn to you. That I might like being with you. That I might just want to have my brains fucked out by a tall, well-hung Marine whose body drives me wild.”

  Brady swallowed and licked his lips, his adrenaline pumping. Ken wasn’t wrong. He’d never asked because he didn’t want to know. It was a wall he could put up to protect himself. Four letters to stop him in his tracks. BDSM. It kept him from acting on his own darker desires. Kept him from losing himself to the chemistry between them. But now Ken was attempting to strip those excuses away, leaving Brady vulnerable. Exposed.

  He bucked his hips up and twisted, flinging Ken to the floor beside him. Rolling quickly, he pinned Ken down with one arm behind his back and his hips trapped beneath Brady’s erection. “What about you? You could have offered to tell me. But you leave me twisting instead. You leave me to guess how you feel, what we’re really doing on this job, everything. First you suck my cock and then disappear for a month. Then you send me a text, but it’s only so I can use my giant ginger charms to help you on a job that makes me the focus of a pervert’s unwavering attention. You corner me in a restroom stall, hint at kinky role-play sessions that start just like this, and then you treat me like the invisible roommate until I piss you off.”

  “I didn’t know he’d be that crazy.”

  Brady sighed. “I know. But that’s the only thing I’m sure of.”

  “You want to know all my secrets, Finn?”

  I want to know you. “It would be a nice change.”

  Brady couldn’t resist moving his hips against Ken’s, then doing it again when he heard the man beneath him moan.

  “I’ll give you one right now,” Ken panted. “It’s your secret too. I know you watched me in the shower that first morning. I know what you saw. You think I wouldn’t notice the camera angle?”

  Brady froze. Ken knew about that? When had he found out?

  “Did you wish it was your thick dick that was stretching my ass instead of that dildo?” Ken asked, his voice a sexual challenge. “I did. I was riding it and knowing it wouldn’t be enough. I wanted it to be you.”

  “Stop…” But Brady didn’t mean it.

  “Did you come, Finn? Were you watching me fuck myself and stroking that hard cock? Or is that too kinky for a guy like you to admit to? I told you I wanted you. Do you have the balls to tell me what you want?”

  Rising off him, Brady reached for the waistband of the loose black pants Ken was wearing and dragged them down and off, throwing them over his shoulder. He dragged Ken up to a standing position in front of him and cupped his jaw with trembling fingers. “You want me again?”

  “I always want you, Brady. I was trying to give you space.”

  “No space.” He was too turned on to argue. “Just sex. No toys or restraints or mind games, and I’m the one inside you. Give me your word and I’ll trust it.” More than he trusted himself right now.

  Ken’s addictive lips parted for a short, shaky breath. “Anything you want, Finn. I’ve waited too long to care about anything else. Just fuck me.”

  “Upstairs.” Brady bit out before lifting Ken off his feet and walking toward the service elevator. “Does this work?”

  “Everything works.”

  Good. He didn’t think he could let Ken go long enough to race up one flight of stairs. He didn’t have the strength.

  He pushed the button as Ken wrapped his long, agile legs around him, pressing his erection against Brady’s stomach and lowering his mouth for a kiss. Brady groaned as Ken sucked on his tongue the way he’d sucked his cock. Hungry. Greedy. God, he never wanted it to stop.

  Inside the elevator, Ken pushed Brady’s sweatpants down with his feet. Without lifting his mouth, Brady toed off his sneakers and stepped out of his clothes. Finally. This. Skin to skin. He didn’t want anything between them that didn’t have to be.

  The door opened with a soft ding and Brady walked blindly, praying he was going in the right direction.

  Ken lifted his mouth and gasped. “Here. Do it here.”

  “Lube,” he croaked. “Condom.”

  Ken moaned and pressed his face into Brady’s neck, licking and biting the sensitive flesh, making Brady shudder. “Top drawer in the bathroom.”

  They managed to turn the knob on the loft door together, swinging it open while Brady made a beeline for that top drawer. He had to get inside Ken. He couldn’t think of anything else.

  Brady set him down be
side the bed and let him go, turning for the bathroom. “Top drawer?”

  Before Ken could respond, Brady was rifling through varying sizes and flavors of condoms and lubes. So many, he thought wildly. Where did he get… I just need—there. Regular lube and the right sized condom. Hallelujah.

  He came out with his hands full and found Ken waiting for him with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Grabbing Brady’s arm, he dropped to his knees, taking them both down to the floor.

  Brady glanced at the bed beside them and Ken chuckled raggedly. “You got me all worked up in the gym, Finn. Pinning me to the floor like that. I loved it. I want you to fuck me right here.”

  Fuck yes.

  Ken set the lube down beside them and took the condom out of Brady’s hand.

  Tearing it open, he bent his head and swiftly mouthed the tip of Brady’s erection before rolling the latex down with expert fingers.

  It took all of Brady’s control to let him finish. As soon as Ken let go, Brady was on him, kissing him and sliding his sheathed erection against Ken’s hard shaft.

  God, yes. Need you. Need you so much. I’ll be careful. I’ll make it so good…

  Ken bit Brady’s lip until he tasted blood, making him snarl and lift his head to see the sparkle of desire and mischief in those golden eyes. “I promised no toys, but you have to promise something too.”

  Anything. “What?”

  “Don’t hold back.”

  He didn’t know what he was asking. “Tanaka, I—”

  Ken pressed one finger to his lips. “I took you down in the gym and I can do it again. I know pressure points that could put you in the fetal position. I could stop you if you were hurting me. I can take you, Brady Finn. So take me.”

  Jesus, that was hot. His words caused something inside Brady to burst apart. He caught Ken’s surprised expression before he twisted him around, pressing his chest to the floor. Brady spread Ken’s ass cheeks roughly and poured a liberal amount of lube between them, his mouth watering and cock twitching at the sight of the tight little hole being readied for him.

  “This is what I wanted to do,” he rasped, hardly recognizing his voice as fantasy merged with reality. “In the shower. I wanted to throw you on the floor and fuck you. Make you scream my name. Make you come.”

  A fine tremor shook Ken’s lean body beneath his hands and he lifted up onto his elbows, his ass tilting enticingly. “Do it, Brady. I need it. Make me scream.”

  Jesus. Brady gripped Ken’s hip and guided his cock to that tight ring of muscles that clenched in anticipation. Would he hurt him? “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

  Brady hissed as he pushed the head of his shaft inside and felt Ken’s muscles squeeze around him like a vise. “Fuck, you’re tight. Damn it, I’ve never felt anything so ti— We need to slow down…”

  He heard Ken breathe out with a low moan, and then Brady was shouting in shock and arousal as Ken backed up forcefully, impaling and stretching himself wide on Brady’s cock. “Fuck.”

  “Yes.” Ken cried. “Oh God, you’re so big. Fuck me, Finn. Make me take it. I need it so bad.”

  Brady bent over Ken’s back, one hand digging into his shoulder and the other wrapping around his braid as he started to move inside him. Deeper. “You like that?” He yanked the braid and Ken cried out. “Damn, that’s sexy, Tanaka. Do it again.” Another yank and another cry of arousal.

  He dragged his hips back, grinding his teeth with the effort of restraint. Such a tight fit. He wouldn’t last long, but he never wanted to stop.

  He’d never imagined it would feel like this. That sex could feel like this. Like dying and being born again with every thrust of his hips. It felt so good it hurt. So good he forced himself to pick out a tattoo on Ken’s back he could focus on in case he started losing control. He wanted to make this last.

  “Brady.” Ken moaned low, shuddering. “Harder. Your cock is in me so deep, everywhere, and I’m so close. Fuck me harder so I can come.”

  He hadn’t even touched him yet. Brady’s hand left his hip to grip Ken’s erection. It was already dripping with pre-cum. Ken shuddered again at the touch and Brady’s fingers were coated. Holy shit. “Can you come like this, Ken? If I give you the hard fucking you’re begging for, will you come for me?”

  “Need to come for you. Want you so bad. Make me…” Ken sounded lost in pleasure. Brady couldn’t resist him. Not now.

  He dropped Ken’s braid and held onto his other shoulder, the wet fingers of his other hand firmly on Ken’s stomach. He took a deep breath that was more like a prayer before increasing his rhythm. Faster. He heard the slap of their flesh with each quick thrust and grit his teeth as lightning started to spark up his spine.

  God, that’s it. You love it don’t you, you sexy bastard? Love having that tight hole fucked and filled so much you’re going to come before I do.

  Ken cried out his approval when Brady started to sling his hips forward with more force. It felt so good he had to go deeper. Harder.

  Harder. Pin him to the floor and fuck him. That was what Ken wanted. That was what Brady was desperate to give him.

  The large room rang with their hoarse cries as he set a jarring, punishing rhythm. Ken’s tight ass stretched around him, trying to accommodate his girth, and seeing it made Brady wilder. Soon his hips were banging into Ken’s so hard and fast that the man beneath him started clawing at the wood floor for purchase. “Is that too hard, Ken? Too much? Are you going to try and stop me now?” Don’t tell me to stop.

  “Don’t stop, Finn,” he begged hoarsely. “That’s it. Like that. Oh, that big cock is fucking me so hard. It’s perfect. Give me more.”

  Brady started to growl with each impact, hearing Ken begging for him. For more. It was perfect. Raw. He’d never let go like this before. Never taken what he really wanted without holding back. This was what he needed. And Ken wanted more.

  Ken’s hand reached for his where it had flattened on his stomach. “Coming.” His words were garbled with arousal. “I’m coming for you, Brady. Coming hard for you.”

  Brady gripped Ken’s cock and felt each pulsing wave as he ejaculated onto the floor. “Christ, Ken, I—”

  Knowing he was coming without help made Brady so hot that he fell over the edge. He pressed Ken’s shoulders down flat on the floor and filled him over and over again as he found his climax, shouting his name and falling into oblivion. “Ken. God, Tanaka. Ken… Oh, fuck!”

  Lightning struck and he couldn’t hear anything but his own heart. Couldn’t feel anything but Ken’s tight ass milking his release as he rocked against him.

  They both collapsed onto their sides, still connected as they rode the rough aftershocks together. Ken pushed back into him like a cat in need of stroking and Brady lifted one weak arm to caress his hip. He was glad he hadn’t hurt him. The man beside him was practically humming with pleasure and release, removing all his doubts.

  Brady had come so hard his body was nearly boneless, but his mind was already reeling from shock.

  What the hell just happened?

  Great sex.

  Not strong enough. He couldn’t find the right words to describe the heights he’d just reached, what he’d felt when Ken… Was that normal for him? He knew he touched himself when he was alone in the shower, but he hadn’t needed to with Brady. Could he do that with all his lovers? Brady didn’t want to ask, didn’t want to know if other men had gotten that reaction. This belonged to him.

  In thirty-four years he’d had five relationships, including his first time in the back of the minivan his date had borrowed from his mother. He admitted to not being as experienced as…well, ninety-eight percent of his male relatives, but he enjoyed sex and loved orgasms as much as everyone else.

  What had just happened with Ken was another level, another galaxy, from anything he knew. And as the knot formed in his stomach, he realized that most of his other reasons for putting Ken off had been bullshit. This was why he’d resisted. Somehow he’d known that having h
im would change things forever. Change him. That he would never want to give it up, and that nothing less would ever be enough.

  Just sex, he’d told him. But it felt like more. It felt like everything.

  Chapter Five

  He woke up shouting in horror. Pain. Shock. Men and women were running toward him on fire, the smell of charred flesh all around him.

  “Brady, wake up. You’re dreaming. Just a dream.”

  Ken was here, nearly on top of him, as if he’d been trying to hold Brady down.

  A dream. Already fading. Just a memory. Brady forced himself to stop struggling. “I’m awake. You can let me go.”

  As soon as Ken released him Brady threw back the covers and got to his feet. He headed for the bathroom sink to splash cool water on his face and slow his racing heart. Only a bad dream. You’re home. It’s over. Let it go.

  He wished it were that easy. Wished he could fall back into Ken’s arms and go to sleep without seeing those images burned in his mind. But that wasn’t going to happen now.

  They’d spent the entire day in the loft exploring each other. Again and again they’d given in to the need that only got stronger each time. Again and again Ken had proven to be the most creative and passionate lover Brady could have asked for. His body was incredibly responsive. As addicting as his mouth.

  The sex had been so mind altering that he’d actually forgotten about his nighttime handicap and fallen asleep. He never thought about how his nightmares would affect someone sleeping in the same bed. Had he physically lashed out in his effort to escape? Had he hurt Ken?

  He saw Ken’s reflection in the mirror, his hair loose and flowing down his back in a way that made Brady’s breath catch. “I’m really sorry I woke you. What time is it?”

  “Three-thirty. And don’t worry about it. Are you okay?”

  He used the hand towel to dry his face and forced a smile. “Just a bad dream. It happens. You should go back to bed. I’m going to grab something cool to drink.”

  And go back across the hall so I don’t wake you when it happens again.