Broken Wings

by Bethany Brown

  Brad delved into his lover’s mouth, chasing after any remaining trace of champagne. He couldn’t find any. All he could taste was Patrick. Brad ran his tongue over the roof of Patrick’s mouth in a move that Patrick loved to do to him. His actions earned him a moan and a lick of his own. Brad pulled away just long enough to suck in some air before diving back into the kiss. He loved kissing Patrick. Whenever they kissed, it felt like Patrick put his whole heart into it,

  Brad shifted so that the material of his shirt brushed across Patrick’s sensitive nipples. Patrick broke the kiss with a cry. His hands locked onto Brad’s hips with enough force to make Brad wince. Brad heard fabric tear as he pulled away. He flashed his lover a cocky grin. “If you wanted my shirt off all you had to do was ask.”

  “Off! Off now!” Patrick demanded. Brad laughed softly before he pulled his shirt over his head. The minute his skin was bare, Patrick’s hands landed on him. Brad moaned as Patrick’s fingers trailed down his spine. Allowing Patrick to pull him forward, Brad ended up braced on his arms above Patrick. Once he was in position, Patrick latched onto his left nipple. Brad gasped as his arms started to tremble and shifted most of his weight to the arm without the cast. Every time Patrick sucked on his nipple, Brad felt his cock twitch. He was starting to worry that his arms wouldn’t hold him up for much longer. When Patrick moved to the other nipple, Brad gave up trying to hold himself up. He managed to fall to one side instead of landing on Patrick when his arms gave out.

  Brad allowed Patrick to roll him onto his back. When he looked into Patrick’s green eyes he saw they were nearly black with lust. Brad moaned and slid his hands down Patrick’s strong back. He grabbed Patrick’s ass with both hands and thrust up, rubbing his erection against Patrick’s. Brad tilted his head to one side as his actions caused Patrick to lunge for his neck. He pressed into the teasing nips and licks on his neck. As Patrick attempted to duplicate the mark that Brad had left on him, Brad slid his cast-free hand down the back of the tight leather. His hand clamped onto bare flesh. Brad wasn’t one to normally go commando, but he loved that his lover hardly ever wore underwear.

  “You look fucking sexy in these pants,” Brad panted. He removed one hand from Patrick’s ass and used it to pull Patrick off of his neck and into a hungry kiss.

  “They are my lucky pants.” Patrick pressed tiny kisses all over his face.

  “I can see why.” Brad pinched the cheek he still had his hand on. “I better be the only one you’re getting lucky with.”

  “You are,” Patrick answered. He arched into the grip on his ass. “The one and only.”

  “Good to know.” Brad wrapped both arms around Patrick and rolled them back over. He grinned down at his lover. “Your lucky pants are about to get you fucked.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  “I’ll have to peel you out of them first.”

  “I’ve got no problem with that.”

  “Good,” Brad replied. He pressed a quick kiss to Patrick’s lips then began to kiss his way down his lover’s chest. Brad considered going for his nipples once again, but decided against it. While he did enjoy tormenting his lover, he was so hard it was almost painful. He wanted Patrick naked.

  Brad reached the waist of Patrick’s pants and started to unbutton them. He was hindered slightly by both the bulge behind the fly and the cast on his hand. When he finally got all of the buttons undone, Brad pulled the flaps of leather back, allowing Patrick’s rather excited penis to pop out of the opening. Brad gave it a quick nuzzle before peeling the pants down Patrick’s hips. By the time he got halfway down Patrick’s thighs, he was starting to wonder how his lover had managed to get the pants on in the first place. They seemed to be incredibly tight. Brad finally got them off of Patrick and tossed them to the floor. The socks were easy to remove. Brad quickly removed the rest of his own clothing before climbing back on the bed.

  Brad settled near Patrick’s feet and picked up one leg, running his hands over the small scars left by the motorcycle accident Patrick had been in several years before. “You don’t have any ink down here.”

  “No.”

  “Why not?” Brad pressed a kiss to Patrick’s leg before placing it back on the bed. He started to run his hands along Patrick’s legs as he crawled up the bed.

  “Haven’t found anything that I like yet. You have any ideas?”

  “I’ll think about it,” Brad replied. When he reached the juncture where Patrick’s leg joined his torso, he leaned down and gently bit the area. Patrick moaned and shifted beneath him. Brad grinned against his lover’s skin as Patrick attempted to contort his body so Brad’s mouth ended up where he wanted it. Brad bypassed the leaking erection and instead settled in to nibble on Patrick’s hip. Patrick’s moan of frustration made him smile. He loved the sounds that Patrick made, even the frustrated ones.

  “Angel, please,” Patrick begged.

  “Lube and condoms?”

  “On the nightstand. I put them there earlier while you were getting ready to go.”

  “Very smart of you,” Brad stated. He gave Patrick’s hip one last nip before crawling over him to reach the nightstand. Patrick wiggled beneath him as he slid over his lover’s body. Grabbing the lube and condoms, Brad moved back to his previous position. Patrick’s arms wrapped around him and pulled him into a kiss. Brad lingered over Patrick’s mouth, enjoying the taste of his lover. He didn’t pull away until he felt Patrick’s leaking erection brush against his.

  Brad sat back and opened the lube. He coated several fingers before putting the lube down and looking at his lover. Patrick was flushed and panting with small trembles running through his body. His cock was full and leaking. He had pulled his legs up, exposing himself to Brad’s gaze. He was the perfect picture of need.

  Smiling at his prone and needy lover, Brad took two of his lubed fingers and thrust them inside Patrick. His lover’s passage clamped around his fingers as Patrick threw back his head with a wail. Brad stilled his fingers. “Too much?”

  “No,” Patrick gasped. “I like the burn. Just give me a minute.”

  “Okay.” Brad waited as patiently as possible. When Patrick gave him a small nod, Brad began to move his fingers. He twisted them until he felt Patrick’s prostate. Brad pressed against it, and Patrick bucked under his hands. With a grin on his face, Brad kissed Patrick’s raised knee. The thrusting of his fingers became easier, so he added a third finger. When the three began to move easily, Brad pulled them out. Patrick whined and shifted toward his fingers.

  Brad opened the condom packet and rolled it on. It had taken some practice, but he was now able to put on a condom without snagging it on the cast. He used the lube still on his hand to coat his sheathed erection. When he finished, Brad placed one hand on Patrick’s hip and used the other to line himself up with Patrick’s entrance. He slowly pressed forward. Brad was going to pause to let Patrick adjust, but his lover had other ideas. The moment he was partially in, strong legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him forward. Brad grinned and pressed forward until he was stopped by Patrick’s body. He panted as he looked down at his lover. Patrick looked amazing with passion riding him. His face was flushed and his eyes were bright with lust. Brad rolled his hips and watched with approval as Patrick’s back arched off the bed.

  “Shit. Do that again,” Patrick demanded. Brad laughed softly and did as his lover asked. Patrick’s legs tightened around his waist as his hands fisted in the sheets. Liking the effect his actions were having, Brad did it once more before beginning to thrust. He pulled out slowly then slammed back in. He must have managed to peg Patrick’s prostate since his lover howled beneath him. Brad rotated his hips once more before pulling out and starting the pattern all over again.

  Sweat began to drip down his back. Brad could see his lover’s erection leaking against his stomach, but Patrick made no move to touch it. He simply moaned and moved his hips in time with Brad’s. Brad leaned down and licked over the dark mark on Patrick’s neck. Patrick sh
uddered and wrapped his arms around him. When Patrick’s hands latched onto his ass, Brad bit down on his neck once more. Patrick cried out as his fingers dug into Brad’s flesh. Brad knew that he would have bruises there in the morning, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

  Brad lifted his lips from Patrick’s neck for a kiss as he began to increase the pace of his thrusts. He could feel the orgasm building within him. Brad pulled one of his hands from the grip he hadn’t realized he’d had on Patrick’s hips and wrapped it around Patrick’s erection. Patrick broke their kiss and tossed his head on the pillow. He groaned deeply and on the second stroke of Brad’s hand came hard enough to nearly spatter on his chin. Brad gasped as his lover’s body clamped around him. He managed two more thrusts before he cried out Patrick’s name as orgasm washed through him. He collapsed against Patrick’s chest as his arms gave out.

  “Happy New Year, Angel.”

  “Happy New Year, sugar.” Brad pressed a kiss to his neck before he levered himself up and pulled out. They both groaned as he slipped free. Brad tied off the condom and dropped it in the conveniently located garbage can. He rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. “Damn, what a way to start off the new year.”

  “Hell yes.” Patrick rolled into his side. “Want to try out the Jacuzzi?”

  “That sounds fun.” Brad tilted his head to press a kiss to the top of Patrick’s head where it was resting on his shoulder. He was running a hand through the sweat-dampened hair when he heard a sound from the outer room. “Is that your phone?”

  “Sounds like it.” Patrick pushed himself up with a sigh. “Sorry, Angel, I need to take this. If someone’s calling this late it’s probably important.”

  “I’ll be in the bathroom,” Brad replied. He smiled softly as Patrick climbed off of the bed and headed into the other room. With a groan, Brad pushed himself into a sitting position. He swung his legs over the bed and got to his feet. Brad stretched out his back as he walked to the attached bathroom.

  Brad stepped into the bathroom and whistled in appreciation. The bathroom was spectacular. The counter had two sinks. There was a toilet and a free-standing shower stall on one wall. The corner of the room held the Jacuzzi. It was large enough to hold two people—maybe three—comfortably. Brad walked over and turned on the hot water, taking a moment to look out at the view. There were windows by the Jacuzzi, but they were so high up that no one would be able to see into the room. It would be incredibly romantic to look out at the view while he and Patrick cuddled in the tub.

  “Nice view?” Patrick asked. Brad felt strong arms wrap around his waist and leaned into the embrace.

  “Gorgeous. Who was on the phone?”

  “Nathan.”

  “Nathan?” Brad turned so he could see Patrick’s face. The look he found there wasn’t very encouraging. “Why did Nathan call? I’m guessing from the look on your face it wasn’t to wish us a happy new year.”

  “No.” Patrick sighed and took Brad’s hand, pulling him over to the edge of the tub. “Dwight tried to break into your house tonight.”

  “What?”

  “Dwight tried to break into your house.”

  “Why?”

  “Well, from what Nathan found with him, he’s pretty sure that Dwight was going to try and kidnap you.”

  Brad blinked at his lover as he tried to process what Patrick was saying. Dwight had been planning on kidnapping him? “How did they catch him?”

  “Your neighbor called the police because of the noise.”

  “What noise?”

  “Bingo took him down.” There was a grin on Patrick’s face. “He didn’t even make it into the house. Nathan said when he got there, Dwight was holding a bleeding arm and she had him pinned in a corner of the porch.”

  “Holy shit. Is Bingo okay?”

  “She’s fine. Nathan was going to take her home with him, but she refused to leave the house, so I told him he could stay on the couch. Plus, he didn’t really want to leave since the lock is now busted.”

  “And it’s a holiday so we might not be able to get anyone to fix it right away.” Brad sighed and rested his head against Patrick’s shoulder. “So they arrested Dwight?”

  “Yes. He won’t be a problem anymore.”

  “That’s good.” Brad turned his attention back to the tub, noting that water had filled it. Damn, this tub has good water pressure. He reached out and turned the water off. “Looks like the tub is ready. Give me a hand?”

  “Sure thing, Angel,” Patrick replied. Brad stood patiently while Patrick tied a plastic bag around his arm to keep the cast dry. He climbed into the tub with Patrick’s help. He didn’t really need the help. He just liked having Patrick’s hands on him. Brad helped Patrick get into the tub and settled before he curled up in his arms. Patrick turned on the jets before pulling Brad against his chest. Brad rested his wrapped arm on the tub ledge. They were sitting so that they could see out the window. Patrick tightened his arms around Brad’s waist and gave his neck a gentle kiss. “I think we should make this our thing.”

  “Make what our thing?”

  “Coming here for New Year’s Eve. Maybe not the club every year, but I think we should come here.”

  “I can live with that.” Brad sighed happily as Patrick pressed a kiss to the top of his head. The water was rushing around his chest, and Patrick’s arms were wrapped tightly around him.

  Brad couldn’t think of a better way to start the new year.

  Epilogue

  PATRICK hated airports. They were busy, smelly, and most of the people who worked there were cranky and mean. He was tempted to pull out his gun to get them to leave him alone, but was fairly certain that would result in him getting arrested and never being able to fly again. Hmmm. That had possibility.

  He swung his carry-on over his shoulder, nearly hitting the person walking next to him. Patrick gave the woman a dirty look. If she didn’t want to get hit with luggage, she should back the fuck off. She opened her mouth—he assumed to tell him off—but he silenced her with a glare. His angry-cop look was good for something.

  Patrick made his way to baggage claim to grab the last of his bags. The last of his bags. That thought made him smile. He was finally fully moved to Alberta. Patrick stood in line with the rest of the plane passengers. Several took one look at him and moved away. Apparently the smile that he couldn’t stop was another way for him to keep people from intruding in his personal bubble.

  “Excuse me, dear. Could you grab that bag for me?” a woman’s voice asked. Patrick turned to see a short, elderly woman standing next to him. “I can’t really lift it off of the belt with my back.”

  “Sure. Which bag is it?”

  “The gray one with the big purple flower on it.” She smiled at him. “My granddaughter stuck the flower on it. It’s a purple daisy and her name is Daisy.”

  “It’s a good way to keep track of your luggage,” Patrick replied. He reached out and grabbed the bag she had indicated. It was surprisingly heavy. “Wow, what do you have in here?”

  “Bricks.”

  Patrick laughed. “Really?”

  “No. It’s gifts for my granddaughter.”

  Patrick reached out and grabbed both of his bags as they came by. “Do you have any other bags?”

  “No, just the one. Thank you.”

  “Not a problem.” Patrick hooked his suitcases together, held out an arm for the woman, and fell into step with her as she linked her arm with his. “So, what brings you to Alberta?”

  “It’s my granddaughter’s birthday. What about you?”

  “I’m moving in with my boyfriend. This is the last of my stuff.”

  “Congratulations!” She gave his arm a squeeze. “It’s so nice to see a young man so happy.”

  Patrick smiled. “I am happy.” They had reached the main part of the airport and he spotted Brad waiting for him. “I’m even better now.”

  “Is that your young man?”

  “It is.”

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nbsp; “He’s very handsome.”

  “He is.” Patrick stopped walking and pressed a kiss to her lined cheek. “Have a good time with your granddaughter.”

  “Thank you. You give your young man a kiss,” she replied. She gave his arm one last pat before making her way to where a couple with a young girl was waiting. Patrick watched as the young girl ran to give her a hug.

  “Make a new friend?” Brad asked. Patrick turned, dropped his bags, and pulled Brad into his arms. He pressed a kiss to his lover’s lips before resting their foreheads against each other. “I’m guessing that you missed me.”

  “Of course I missed you. And yes, I guess you could say that I made a new friend. She needed help with her bag.” Patrick frowned down at his lover as he realized that Brad seemed to be sniffing him. “Are you smelling me?”

  “Just checking.”

  “For what?”

  “The smell of smoke.”

  Patrick laughed. “I promised to quit, and I did. I did not sneak a cigarette while I was back in Ontario. You told Justine and Cam that I had promised to quit and both of them made sure that I didn’t smoke at all.”

  “And here you have me and Julian.”

  “Yes, my boyfriend and a doctor. I think it’s safe to say that I won’t start smoking again.”

  “Just wanted to check. I like having you alive.” Brad grinned at him. “Do you have everything?”

  “The big stuff should arrive by truck later in the week, but yes, this is the last of it.”

  “Good. Ready to go home?”

  Patrick looked into Brad’s blue eyes and saw all the love he felt in his own heart. He smiled as he grabbed Brad’s hand. “I’m ready. Let’s go home.”

  About the Author

  Between hiding from the snow in the winter and the grass in the summer, BETHANY BROWN ends up spending a rather absurd amount of time with her trusty laptop Desmond. Yes, she has named her laptop. She’s also named her car Blue, but that’s neither here nor there. While she hopes to one day be able to support herself by writing full time, she keeps herself fed with various customer service jobs, the most recent of which is at a tuxedo rental shop. Thankfully, spending the day fitting men with tuxedos helps to fuel the writing side of her brain. Other writing help includes: chocolate, ice cream, and movies with cute boys. On bad days, she can usually be found sitting on her couch with a stuffed penguin watching Donald Strachey movies. She is thrilled to have found a home with Dreamspinner and plans to stick around until she runs out of ideas. Or the Earth’s sun implodes. Whichever comes first.