No Fear (No Shame Series Book 3)

by Nora Phoenix

  Blake parked the car a block away at a parking garage that was open twenty-four seven. He didn’t like the valet parking at the club, wanted to be able to leave right away when he felt like it.

  “Aaron, stay close to me tonight, okay?”

  “Why?”

  Blake smiled. He should’ve seen that one coming. “Flirt is aptly named. It’s a gay club with mostly male visitors, the majority of course being gay. There are many couples, but it’s also the perfect place to score a hookup.”

  “Like you often do.”

  “Yes. There’s an unwritten code that you don’t hit on somebody else’s boyfriend, so if you stay close to me you should be safe from unwanted advances.”

  Aaron scrunched his nose. “What if the advances are wanted?”

  Blake’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

  He was sticking that bottom lip out again, making Blake want to kiss him till they both ran out of breath. “I thought the whole purpose of coming here was to see if you were the best option for me. You know, to lose my virginity to. But if no one is gonna approach me when I stick close to you, how will I compare?”

  Holy hell. He had him there, didn’t he? He’d told Aaron to come here, to scout his opportunities, yet now he was telling him to stick close. He couldn’t even think about Aaron leaving with some other guy.

  “I have the perfect solution,” Aaron said, his voice bubbly.

  “What?” Blake snapped.

  “You help me inside and get settled. After that, I’m on my own, but you keep an eye on me. That way, if something happens, you can intervene and come to my rescue.”

  Charlie had been so right. Aaron really did have Blake wrapped around his finger.

  Fifteen minutes later, Blake cursed himself for ever coming up with the hair-brained idea of taking Aaron to the club. Minutes after he’d ushered them inside and had shown Aaron the basic layout of the club, Aaron had taken off. Blake had underestimated him. Even outside, when Sexy Aaron had showed up, all but demanding Blake to give him his freedom tonight, he’d figured Aaron wouldn’t have the balls. Turned out, he did. Smooth, sexy balls perhaps, but he’d sure found them.

  He was on the dance floor, moving that lean body of his to the beat, mesmerizing Blake. He’d never dared to imagine Aaron could move like that. He had an innate grace to him, yet seemed oblivious to how sensual his moves were. The jeans sagged even lower on his hips as he moved and dipped, teasing with flashes of skin. He wasn’t even flirting. Not deliberately, anyway. Many guys were eyeing him, but he ignored them all.

  Blake wanted him with a fierceness that scared him a little. Aaron was supposed to be a fling, a cute disruption of Blake’s somewhat boring litany of one-night stands. It was about doing a good deed, introducing a gay newbie to the pitfalls of gay dating and sex. Instead, Blake was caught in a web he’d never expected. What the hell did Aaron have that pushed all his buttons?

  A bearded, muscular daddy approached Aaron and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up from the trance he’d been in. The guy moved in closer, said something to Aaron. For one second Aaron’s eyes flashed to Blake’s, then he nodded with a soft smile. Beardy started moving with him, though he couldn’t match Aaron’s fluidity. Instead, he danced around Aaron, stepped in behind him, and pressed himself closer and closer until his body was completely plastered against Aaron.

  He was an inch or two smaller than Aaron and it looked ridiculous, Blake scoffed. The guy’s arms sneaked around Aaron’s waist, were placed on his hips and chest, pulling him even closer. Aaron smiled and slowed down his moves. His hips still swayed, dipped, but now they pressed back against Beardy’s crotch. Blake bet the guy had a hell of a boner from grinding against Aaron’s sweet ass like that. Blake sure had one and he was merely watching.

  Beardy’s hand moved to Aaron’s dick, palming it over his jeans, but Aaron swatted his hand away. He tried it again, and again Aaron moved his hand. The smile on his face dimmed, and his moves lost some of their finesse. A minute or two later—Beardy had been grinding against him that whole time—the man’s right hand found his way to the front again. This time, Aaron’s mouth lost its smile entirely. He tried to move away from the man, but the guy held him back. Aaron turned his head and said something, but Beardy merely smiled. Blake’s eyes narrowed. The guy had about two seconds to move his hands and let Aaron go—or Blake would make him.

  Aaron took matters into his own hands, however. He stepped back hard on the guy’s toes and when Beardy froze in pain, he turned swiftly to escape. Beardy’s hand reached out to grab him, but Aaron was faster. He turned the man’s arm and clamped it tight into an arm bar that made Blake’s chest swell with pride. He’d taught him that very move a few days ago. Aaron said something to Beardy, who shook his head. Finally, Aaron let go, walking away from the dance floor without looking back.

  Blake’s eyes followed him as Aaron made his way to him, annoyance painted all over his face. He stepped close to Blake, much closer than Blake had expected. Aaron looked at him through those beautiful, long lashes with those perfect eyes.

  “Dance with me, Blake.”

  Every fiber of Indy’s being screamed at him to run. He had contemplated it over and over again as Noah fell asleep next to him, then snored softly. His man was at peace in his sleep, the worry lines finally relaxed. Indy still had moments where he looked at Noah and couldn’t breathe. The fact that this wonderful, gorgeous man loved him—it was too much to take in.

  On his other side, Josh slept peacefully as well. No nightmares, no bad memories. His arm was half draped over Indy, with Noah claiming him from the other side. It was so telling of how Indy often felt, standing between both men. He loved them both so much.

  He didn’t want to run. For the first time ever, he wanted to stay. The thought of leaving Noah, of leaving behind Josh and even Connor, took away his breath. They were his family now. Besides, he’d meant what he’d told Noah. It was enough. Somebody had to take a stand and do the right thing. Merrick had tried and had paid for it with his life. If he could do it, with his family at risk, so could Indy.

  He’d take his chances with the Feds. Connor was right, the probability of the Fitzpatricks having Feds in their pocket was low. He’d have to risk it.

  Even after testifying, he’d never be safe. They’d come after him with all they had to take revenge. He’d never, ever be able to be free. Not outside of witness protection. It had to be on the table, considering how badly they must want to nail the Fitzpatricks to the wall, and how much Indy knew. But how could he leave Noah behind? Josh? The mere thought broke his heart with a physical pain.

  “Can’t sleep?” Josh whispered with a drowsy voice.

  “Sorry, did I wake you?”

  “It’s okay. You’re tense.”

  Indy turned on his side to face him. “My head, it won’t stop spinning.”

  “Are you scared?” Josh asked.

  “Yeah. Terrified. Were you ever scared on the battlefield?”

  “All the time. Anyone who tells you they’re not scared when facing enemy fire is either lying, or about to get killed. Fear is what keeps you alive.”

  “How do you keep the fear from paralyzing you?”

  Josh reached out, pulled him close to his body. Noah’s arm slipped off his shoulders, but it was okay because Josh was holding him tight. “You tell yourself that it’s okay to be scared. You embrace the fear. When you do, it stops controlling you.”

  Indy looked at Josh in the dim light. “You know that I love you, right?”

  Josh smiled. “Of course I know.”

  “I never meant to take Noah away from you.”

  “You didn’t. He was never mine in the first place.”

  Indy bit his lip. How could he make Josh understand how much he meant to him? He was so much more than merely a friend, even a good friend. It was important that he knew. “I would’ve shared him with you…and you with him. If it had been enough for you, I would’ve loved you both.” He wasn
’t sure he was even making sense.

  Josh kissed him softly. “I know, baby. You have the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever met.”

  “You were my first. You’ll always be my first.”

  Josh's face broke open in a smile. “I’ll never forget it, Indy, that you trusted me with that.” He kissed him again, deeper and slower this time. “You need to sleep, baby. Close your eyes.”

  “I can’t. I’m so tense.”

  “I’ll help you relax. Now, lie on your back, keep your eyes closed, and don’t move. I need you to be selfish and take right now, okay? Take all that you need.”

  Indy knew what Josh was gonna do. “Connor?” he asked.

  “Not your problem.”

  “I don’t want to use you,” he protested.

  “Don’t you get it by now, silly boy? I like being used. Close your eyes, baby. I’ve got you.”

  He did as he was told and settled down on his back with his eyes closed. Josh peppered his chest with little kisses, then nibbled his way down to Indy’s cock. Indy spread his legs without being told. The bed moved. Warm hands lifted up his ass and suddenly he was engulfed in Josh's warm mouth. He took him in completely, sucking him hard and deep. Indy bucked, and Josh let him. He let him fuck his mouth until he came hard down his throat.

  Josh licked him clean, hoisted his ass higher in the air and licked his way around Indy’s balls. Oh damn, he wasn’t done yet, by far. Indy moaned as Josh took one of his balls in his mouth and sucked it gently, then the other. His tongue went lower, and he licked the hypersensitive area behind Indy’s balls, teasing his way back with soft bites that made Indy’s skin prickle. His cock was rock hard again.

  Finally, Josh had reached his hole. He lapped around, before pushing his way in. Indy’s hands balled into fists as he fought to keep his moans soft enough to not wake Noah. Josh fucked his hole with his tongue until Indy was withering in pleasure on the bed, thrashing his head back and forth at the exquisite torture. He was so damn close to coming again, but Josh kept him teetering on the brink. He kept tonguing his hole for what felt like fifteen minutes, and Indy went crazy with the need to come.

  He bucked violently, and Josh finally took pity on him. He released his ass and took him back in his mouth. Indy came within seconds, shooting another load down his throat. Josh swallowed, then proceeded to lick him clean. He hummed in pleasure, his nose buried between Indy’s balls, and gave one last lick before he stretched out besides Indy once again. Indy snuggled close to him, needing the comfort of his touch. “Go to sleep baby, you’re good now,” Josh whispered.

  “Thank you.”

  “My pleasure. Now, sleep.”

  Indy fell asleep with Josh wrapped around him, his mind finally at peace.

  Aaron listened politely to Blake’s protests that he couldn’t dance, then took his hand and simply pulled him toward the dance floor. Surely a guy who had mastered the most complicated jiujitsu moves could find a way to move that body to the beat.

  Who would’ve thought he’d love dancing so much? This club was amazing. Nobody had looked at him with disgust for wearing makeup. Heck, no one had even looked surprised. And when he’d started dancing to that low, thumping beat, he’d felt free for the first time in his life.

  He found a spot for them on the dance floor and turned around to face Blake, who was looking mighty uncomfortable. He laughed. It was the first time he’d seen Blake so out of his element, and it warmed his heart.

  Blake yanked him close. “You laughing at me?”

  He wasn’t really mad, not when his eyes were sparkling. Aaron shot him a smile he hoped was sexy and blinked a few times. “I wouldn’t dare.”

  He linked his arms around Blake’s neck and moved his body in as close as he could, grinding his crotch against Blake’s. Blake’s erection had been clearly visible before, but apparently he felt no need to hide it in here. Aaron began moving with slow, deliberate moves, pressing his body against Blake’s.

  After a few seconds, Blake’s arms came around him. One hand found a possessive spot on his ass, the other rested on his lower back on his bare skin. Heat rolled through Aaron, weakening his knees. He put his head on Blake’s shoulder, surrendering to the strength enveloping him.

  Blake’s hand pushed against his ass, and he rubbed his hard dick against Aaron’s equally aroused member. The delicious friction made Aaron moan softly. His heart was beating fast, and sweat broke out all over his body. What was this effect that Blake had on him? When that other guy had danced with him, it had been nice. The guy had been hard, too, but it hadn’t affected Aaron at all. All Blake had to do was look at him with those burning eyes, and goose bumps would break out all over his skin.

  Blake’s finger slipped under his jeans, teased his crack. Aaron’s breath caught. A flash of heat pulsed through him.

  “You’re so damn beautiful,” Blake grunted in his ear. He pushed his finger in lower, eliciting another moan from Aaron. He widened his stance, wanting more. “And so responsive. Fuck, Aaron, you do things to me that make me lose control.”

  “Blake,” Aaron said. His head was swarming with sensations.

  Blake ground his hips against him, increasing that delicious friction that made Aaron want to keep rubbing and grinding until he came. “What is it, puppy?”

  “I’m yours. Please, Blake.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Please, Blake, I don’t want anyone else but you. I’m yours.”

  Blake’s body came to a full stop. His hand came up from Aaron’s ass to gently pull his head up by his neck, so Blake could look at him. Apparently, what he saw pleased him. His mouth broke open in a smile sexier than Aaron had ever seen on him. His heart danced in his chest, recognizing Blake’s approval.

  Blake’s hands moved to Aaron’s hips and he lifted him up with ease. Aaron’s leg’s circled around Blake’s waist. His jeans were riding dangerously low like this, but he didn’t care. Heck, even if his entire ass was exposed, he wouldn’t care. Anything to be held by Blake like this.

  Their mouths were so close that Blake’s breath warmed his lips. “We’re gonna have ourselves a little appetizer, right here, right now, and then we’re going home where I’m gonna fuck you all night long, my sexy Aaron.”

  His eyes burned into Aaron’s, but he wasn’t scared, not even a little bit. Instead, he nodded. “I’m yours.”

  Those words seemed to do something to Blake, like they reached deep inside him on some primitive level. His eyes blazed as he spoke. “You’re mine, Aaron.”

  He kissed him, claiming his mouth with ruthless passion until Aaron completely surrendered to the delicious onslaught. Blake fucked his mouth, pushing in and out with his wet tongue, exploring every place of Aaron’s he could reach. Aaron opened up completely, his body and mind pliant in Blake’s hands.

  Finally, Blake set him down on his feet. He gave him one last kiss. “Come with me.”

  Aaron followed him without question as Blake led them to the back of the club. A short line of couples stood waiting in a hallway, most of them kissing or getting frisky. Blake took position in line, leaned against the wall and pulled Aaron close to him, his back pressed against Blake’s front. “This is the line for the private bathrooms. Technically, they’re bathrooms. In reality, couples come here for a quickie. Etiquette says to limit it to a few minutes.” His voice was soft in Aaron’s ear.

  Aaron’s eyes widened as realization sunk in. This line, these men, they were here to have sex, in some way. And he and Blake were in that line. What was he planning?

  His confusion must have shown, because Blake chuckled. “I’m not gonna fuck you here, Aaron, don’t worry. You deserve better. But you got me so fucking hard that I can’t drive home like this. I need some relief ‘cause you’re killing me.”

  Aaron brought his mouth close to Blake’s ear, not wanting anyone else to hear. “I could suck you off again, if you want?”

  “Hell, yes, I want your sweet mouth on my cock. But only if you w
ant to. Don’t ever feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to.”

  Aaron turned around to face Blake, snuggling close to him. “I want to. I like it.”

  Blake lifted his chin with his index finger and studied him. A pleased smile spread across his lips, but he didn’t say anything. He kissed Aaron again, lazily roaming his mouth till Aaron couldn’t think at all.

  They kept kissing and grinding until a bathroom opened up. The couple that stepped out were both flushed and giddy. Blake dragged Aaron inside, locking the door behind them.

  “Take off those dam jeans,” he ordered.

  Aaron pursed his lips. “I thought I got to suck you off.”

  “I’ve been driving myself crazy tonight wondering what you look like under there. Take them off.”

  Aaron smiled. He should feel shame, probably, or embarrassment, but all he was aware of was a deep sense of how right this was, how much he wanted it.

  He turned his back toward Blake, popped his button and slowly shimmied his jeans down, revealing his bare ass. He kicked off his shoes, managed to wrangle himself out of the ridiculously tight pants. The air teased his smooth ass, his completely hairless crotch and balls. It felt strange, but wonderfully sexy.

  “Turn around.” Blake’s voice was hoarse.

  He obeyed instantly, showing his erect dick.

  “Oh, damn, Aaron. Look at you. You look perfect.” Blake reached out, caressed Aaron’s cock, then his balls. “You’re so soft, so smooth.”

  He pulled Aaron in, sneaking his hands around his waist to reach his ass. He trailed down Aaron’s crack with his fingers, and Aaron spread his legs. “That little hole of yours is impatient, huh?” Blake teased it with his finger.

  All Aaron could do was nod. More, he wanted more.

  Blake pulled back his finger, and Aaron whimpered.

  “Sssh, my sexy Aaron, I got you,” Blake shushed him. He grabbed something from his back pocket. A little packet that he ripped open. What was it? He squeezed it onto his fingers and brought them back to Aaron’s ass. Lubricant. He pushed and Aaron opened up, letting him in.