by Megan Slayer
Isaac paid little attention to their surroundings. All he saw was Len. He kissed him and pinned Len between his body and the door. He touched Len all over, learning each curve and ripple of his hard chest. Len’s nipples beaded. He kissed him and needed to feel everything. He massaged the bulge in Len’s jeans. He knew his lover’s cock and he wanted to play with him even more.
Len moaned. “Isaac.”
He pushed Len’s shirt up over his head, exposing his boyfriend’s chest. Isaac loved the view. So sexy. He kissed the ripples and planes of Len’s body.
Len tensed and threaded his fingers into Isaac’s hair. “Need you.”
“Where?” Isaac sank to his knees. “Here?”
Lust burned in Len’s eyes. He panted. “Yes.”
His pulse throbbed in his ears. Perspiration glittered on Len’s chest. Isaac traced the thin line of fuzz between Len’s pecs down his body to the darker outcropping of hairs leading from his navel to below his belt. His moans were music to Isaac’s ears.
Isaac popped the button on Len’s pants. The denim loosened and Len’s abs flexed as he sucked in a ragged breath.
“My prize.” Isaac tugged Len’s zipper and the pants slid down Len’s legs. Len’s briefs slid down as well, exposing his groin. Isaac wrapped his fingers around Len’s shaft. The pale curls at the base glimmered in the light. Len’s balls tightened and pre-cum shimmered on the tip of his erection.
Isaac met Len’s gaze. “For me?” He knew damn well he turned Len on, but he needed the reassurance.
“Always.” Len guided him. “Need you.”
Isaac loved being pushed. He nibbled on the inside of Len’s inner thigh as he stroked his lover’s cock. The heat radiating from Len spurred him on.
“Damn.” Len tugged on Isaac’s hair. “You’ll wear me out.”
“Nah.” He kept stroking, but slid his free hand along Len’s abs to his chest. He pinched one of Len’s nipples. He wanted Len right at the edge before he’d even sucked him off.
“Jesus Christ.” Len pumped his hips. “Please?” More pre-cum shimmered on his cock. “Need more.”
He nudged Len closer and switched nipples as he increased the pace of his strokes. He nuzzled Len’s balls. His lover wasn’t where he wanted him yet.
“Fuck me, yes.” Len ground on Isaac’s face. He moaned.
Now he had Len at the edge of coming. Isaac chuckled around Len’s erection and sucked him to the back of his throat. He bobbed his head, taking Len deep before letting him slide most of the way out. He flattened his tongue along the underside of Len’s cock and hummed.
Len groaned. “Yes.” He pushed himself to the hilt inside Isaac’s mouth. “Oh my God.”
Lust and desire filled Isaac and he licked his way along Len’s dick. He loved when he pleased his boyfriend. He needed to be craved and Len did with him.
Isaac continued to bob his head. He caressed Len’s balls and ventured back to his lover’s hole. Len was a natural top, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t like the special attention.
Len’s movements turned jerky. He fucked Isaac’s mouth faster and his actions increased in speed. A shudder rocked through Len as Isaac toyed with his ass.
“No. Need to be inside you,” Len said. He pulled out, stopping Isaac.
Len’s commanding tone sent a shiver through Isaac. He let go of Len’s dick with a pop and sat back on his heels. He stared up at Len.
“On the bed. On your hands and knees and show me your ass.” Len shoved his pants the rest of the way down his legs. He stepped out of the tangled denim and underwear.
The lack of tenderness in Len’s voice didn’t bother Isaac. He needed his boyfriend to be frantic. Isaac stood long enough to strip, then crawled onto the bed. He embraced the freedom in being nude before his man.
Len slapped Isaac’s ass. “Do you want me in here?” He stroked Isaac’s hole.
He moaned. “Yes.” He thought he’d been happy to lick Len’s cock, but having Len inside him was better. He wiggled his ass. “Fuck me.”
“Here?” Len tapped Isaac’s ass.
“Yes.” He dug his fingers into the bedding. His skin prickled and fever spread across his body. He closed his eyes and basked in the thrill of being with Len.
“Christ, you have a nice ass.” Len massaged Isaac’s butt. “I need more of you.” He left Isaac for a moment.
Isaac missed Len’s warmth. He opened his eyes and glanced over his shoulder. Len stood with his back to him at the dresser. In moments, Len withdrew a bottle of lube and a condom. Giddiness washed over Isaac. Soon, he and Len would be one body moving in perfect rhythm.
Isaac spread his legs wide. He wanted to stroke himself but held back. A chill ran down the crack of his ass. He knew the cool sensation—lube. His excitement increased. He dug his toes into the blankets.
Len flattened his hand on Isaac’s back. “Breathe for me.”
“Too excited.” He buried his nose in the sheets, breathing in the scent of Len.
“Naughty.” Len swatted Isaac’s ass. “All mine, though.” He toyed with Isaac’s pucker without penetrating him.
Isaac moaned. He loved the teasing.
Len eased one finger into Isaac’s body and the move blew Isaac’s mind. He bore down on Len, needing more. “Jesus,” Isaac murmured.
Len curled his finger, stroking Isaac’s prostate.
A rumble filled Isaac’s chest. He writhed. Christ, he needed to jerk himself off.
In and out, Len moved in a rhythmic motion. He caressed Isaac from within, yet pushed him, too.
Isaac rocked into Len’s finger and groaned when Len added another digit. He couldn’t take much more, yet he’d accept whatever Len gave him.
“You love it,” Len murmured. “You’re stretched and used, but you crave this.”
He panted. “I do.” He wasn’t going to last much longer. Isaac propped himself on one hand and his knees, then reached between his legs and stroked his cock. “Fuck me.” He couldn’t think straight. “Do it.”
Len increased his speed and added more lube. The burn from being stretched seared Isaac to his core, but morphed into pleasure in seconds. Passion overwhelmed him. Len scissored his fingers in Isaac, pushing him to the edge.
“Oh, God,” Isaac whimpered. “Fuck.”
“Now?” Len asked. “Isaac?”
“God, yes.” He continued to ride Len’s fingers and stroke himself. The combination was too good. He’d never be able to hold back. He whimpered again. The snap of the condom wrapper opening relieved Isaac. Soon, they’d be one soul together.
Len withdrew. He added more lube down Isaac’s ass. “I’m making you mine.”
“Yes.” His senses were on high alert. He exhaled as Len breached him. Despite the prep work, Len being inside him was still a snug fit. He groaned. The burn increased with each thrust, but the pain subsided in moments and turned to pleasure. Len added a few swats as he pushed in and out of Isaac’s body.
Isaac moved in time with his lover. One heart, one body, one soul. Len touched parts of him he’d thought were buried. He’d never be the same.
“Fuck,” Len bit out. “So tight.”
He wanted to answer, but the words weren’t there. He basked in the perfect rhythm of being with Len. He moaned and his thoughts blurred again. Nothing mattered except Len and the present moment.
Len moved faster and pushed harder. He filled Isaac to the hilt before pulling almost all the way out. The slap of skin on skin and Isaac’s moans echoed in the room.
A shudder rippled through Isaac. How in the hell was he supposed to hold back now? It wouldn’t be much longer before he lost control. His balls tingled as the orgasm pushed him. The sizzles started in his belly and spiraled through his body. “Fuck, I’m coming.” He couldn’t keep the climax at bay if he tried.
Len groaned. “Let go.”
He couldn’t argue. Isaac embraced the orgasm. For a few seconds, he swore he floated. He came hard as Len pushed to the hilt again.
He didn’t care if he made a mess. When Len’s cock throbbed deep within him, his control shattered again.
“Christ.” Len collapsed against Isaac’s back and added three more thrusts. “That’s hot.” He kissed Isaac’s shoulder blade. “My knees are going to give out.” He sprawled on Isaac, sending them both onto the bed in a heap.
Isaac laughed. His heart lightened and his worries melted away. Life was good and he’d been changed. He wasn’t the same man. He’d grown stronger and his connection to Len was deeper. He couldn’t go back to the way he’d been, but why would he want to? Now he had the man he’d always wanted.
Len was still panting. “Why are you laughing?”
“I’m happy,” Isaac said. “That’s it. I’m good. I’ve been loved well.”
“You have and I’m dying to do this again.” He kissed Isaac’s shoulder again. “Feels so right.”
“It does.” Isaac sighed. His ass hurt in a wonderful way.
“Stay tonight.” Len tucked Isaac to his side. “I want to wake up to you beside me.”
“It just so happens I don’t have any early appointments, so I can.” He draped his arm across Len’s taut belly. “Been looking forward to this.”
“Good.”
“We should put the dogs out before we get too comfy and fall asleep.” He hated to break the moment, but Stan tended to need one more trot outside before he was in for the night.
“I’ll get you some pajama pants.” Len left the bed. “Next time, tell me I’m not so good. That way you don’t have to use the dogs as an excuse.”
Shit. That went sideways fast. “No.” He sat up. “Len.” He accepted the pants, but didn’t put them on. “Len.”
“Yeah?” Len kept his back to Isaac. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.” He left the pants on the bed and crossed the room to Len. He stood naked before his lover. “Stan still has accidents if it’s too long since the last time he went out. I’m just trying to save your carpet from an oops. You were good. Better than good. Forgive me for being practical.”
Len blushed. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t have to be.” He trailed his fingers down Len’s chest. “We’re both out of practice with relationships. We’ll get this figured out. I know it.”
“After Ross…” Len shook his head. “Be patient with me.”
“I will.” He donned the pants and tried to push thoughts of Len’s ex-partner from his mind. He hated Ross and the stress the man had caused. “I’m not him.”
“You’re not.” Len reached for Isaac. “I’m still learning, but I’ll get better.”
“We’re together. That’s enough.” He followed Len to the back of the house. Stan and Cissy raced past him into the yard. The flood lights bathed the yard in white light as the dogs did their business. Cissy kept an eye on Stan and herded him back into the house.
Isaac admired the animals and the situation. Both dogs were a lot like their masters. Cissy was adventurous but cautious. She needed to be in control—like Len. Stan was more skittish, but grew more confident with a partner. He was a happy dog, but quiet and more reserved—like Isaac. Both fit well together.
Cissy kept up behind Stan as he headed into the house. She directed him back to the bedroom.
“I guess she’s in charge,” Len said and locked up. He lowered the lights in the yard. “She’s pushy.”
“They’ll probably be curled up together by the time we get to bed.”
Len picked up the bottle of wine. “Where are those glasses? We’ve got an open bottle and a movie. Ready?”
“More than ready.” He snagged the wineglasses, then returned to the bedroom. He had everything he wanted—the dog, the guy and something strong. He’d never been this excited for the next step in his life. Bring it on.
Chapter Eight
Len pushed the book cart across the second floor of the library. In the last two weeks, he’d seen Isaac almost every night. He’d never be the same, but in so many good ways. He’d fallen for Isaac McLean.
Isaac was such a unique man. An old soul, smart and oh, so handsome. Len shelved the books and ran his fingers over the spines. He loved the smell of books, pages and ink. He’d always thought paper was better than electronic books, but he had a reading device, too.
He pushed the cart to the health section. The books reminded him of Isaac and Aiden. He’d been mighty lucky to have both in his life. Aiden was a great young man. Isaac was a fantastic lover. He’d accepted Len’s need to control the situation and hadn’t balked when he made mistakes.
He spotted his friend, Martin White, at one of the study tables. He’d battled Martin many times in the courtroom. In the courts, they were the worst enemies, but friends on the outside. He pushed the cart aside and parked it at the end of one of the stacks. “Hi, Marty.”
Martin put his newspaper down and nodded once. “Len.” He folded the paper. “How are you?”
“Good. You?” He turned the chair at the next table and sat beside Martin.
“Are you working here?” Martin asked. “I thought you’d keel over in the courtroom.” He folded his arms. “I heard you had a stroke. Doesn’t look like it.”
“I did.” He lowered his voice. “A couple of years ago. It wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, but it woke me up.”
“I’ll bet.” Martin frowned and his bushy eyebrows knotted. “Is that why you retired?”
“I retired right before, but I’m not sure why the stroke happened,” Len said. “My boyfriend at the time didn’t make it easy to recover.”
“Not Keye.”
“No. A man named Ross.” He wasn’t about to go into details, but he couldn’t prevent himself from blaming his ex.
Martin’s frown increased and he sighed. “I don’t remember him.”
“You didn’t miss much.”
“You look good,” Martin said and brightened. “Who is he? Whoever you’re with is a good man and influence.”
“I’m seeing Dr. Isaac McLean.” He sat up straighter as he said those words. He’d never get tired of talking about his current boyfriend.
“The doctor? He’s young, you sly dog. I’m proud. I’ll bet he keeps you young, too,” Martin said. “Looks like it anyway.”
“He makes me happy.” He hadn’t thought about the relationship as being so obviously good for him, but he wasn’t about to argue. “How’s Katie?”
“Good. We’re grandparents now to six kids. Anna had four and Steven had two. I never thought either of my children would settle down. Then again, Anna always thought she’d marry Aiden.”
“No kidding?” He’d never known she was interested in his son.
“She had a huge crush on him.” Martin laughed. “She married a lawyer—one that never came up against you. His name is Campbell Cook. Nice guy. He treats her well and she loves him, so it’s good.”
“I don’t know him.” He didn’t recognize many of the newer lawyers, but he’d been out of the game for a while.
“He works for the DA.”
“Ah. Good for him.” He should get back to shelving the books. “Tell them all I said hello. I miss seeing Katie and you at Wagoner’s Place.”
“That joint closed three years ago,” Martin said. “Jimmy Wagoner passed and Coral didn’t want the stress of running a restaurant. The kids didn’t want to run it, so it closed. I hear rumbles that people are considering opening it again, but I don’t know who.”
“I hope someone sees the potential.” He enjoyed the little restaurant just outside Cedarwood. “What brings you to the library? The paper?”
“Yeah.” Martin blushed. “I come here and read them. I suppose I could buy a subscription, but I figure this is better for the environment. Why are you shelving books? Do you need the money?”
“I volunteer.” Martin could afford the paper, but if he was truly about saving the environment, then fine.
“I never thought about that.” Martin shrugged. “Whatever works.”
“
It does. Books get shelved and the library doesn’t have to spend the money on me. They can focus on the rest of the staff and the collection.” He prided himself in his volunteer work.
“Gonna get Dr. McLean to cough up a big donation?” Martin asked. “You decided to sleep with him to get the library some dough?”
“I don’t mix business and pleasure.” Besides, it wasn’t Martin’s business if he did.
“You’re no fun.” Martin laughed again. “Oh well. I should go. Katie’s getting her hair done and I’m supposed to pick her up.”
“I’ll see you around then. It’s been good to catch up.” He pushed the chair back to its table and nodded. “See you.”
Martin winked, then wandered off without pushing his chair in.
Len eased the chair up to the study table, then resumed his place behind the cart. He mulled over his conversation with Martin. A donation. He wasn’t with Isaac to garner donations for the library. What did Martin know?
Len finished shelving books and returned the cart to the storeroom. The girls at the counter waved as he clocked out. He’d put in three hours. Now he needed to grab some lunch and Cissy before he headed to the shelter for his afternoon volunteering hours.
As he strolled out to his car, his phone rang. He waited until he was behind the wheel before answering. He left his keys on his lap. “Hello?”
“It’s Stone. Hi.”
“Stone,” Len said. “How are you?”
“I’ve had better days,” Stone said. “I’m calling because I need you to purchase a couple bags of dog food before you come in for your shift. I’ll personally reimburse you, but we’re out. I put a request on social media, but we need the food right now. Donations will come through, I’m sure, but if you can help me, I’d appreciate it.”
“I’ll do it right now and you don’t have to reimburse me. Consider it my donation,” Len said. “My pleasure.”
“Thanks. It means a lot.”
“No problem. I’m leaving the library when I get off the phone with you. I’ll pick up the food and Cissy, then be over in less than an hour.”
“I appreciate it more than you know,” Stone said. “I hate that we got this low.”
