by Megan Slayer
A moan rumbled in Aiden’s throat. He couldn’t hold back his craving for Matt. He plunged his mouth down on his lover’s cock. He bobbed his head, licking and sucking all along Matt’s shaft. He embraced his passion for Matt. No matter what, he wanted to make him happy. He toyed with Matt’s asshole.
Matt tensed, then relaxed. “God, yeah.”
Aiden released his hold on Matt. “Like that?” He grinned. “Give me a moment.” He left Matt long enough to retrieve the bottle of lube. When he searched through the nightstand, he couldn’t find any condoms.
“What?” Matt rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. “What’re you looking for?”
“I’m out of rubbers.”
Matt shrugged. “You’re clean. I’m clean. We’re not planning on splitting up. I don’t see why we can’t go bare. I want you to.”
Aiden stared at Matt. He knew what he’d heard, but he didn’t believe it.
“I mean it.” Matt shut the drawer. “I’ve never gone bare with anyone—no one else. Just you.”
“I love you.” Aiden didn’t think twice. He grabbed the bottle and returned to his place between Matt’s legs. He sat on his heels and left the lube on his lap. Power resonated within him. He parted Matt’s ass cheeks and nuzzled his asshole.
“Wow.” Matt’s sharp intake of breath echoed in the room. He planted his feet on the edge of the bed and parted his legs more. He stroked his dick. “I like it.”
Aiden hoped so. He liked having Matt so turned on. He licked along the seam of Matt’s ass. Each moan and whimper from Matt encouraged him. He hadn’t forgotten how special this moment was. He flicked his tongue over the wrinkled skin, then traced his fingertip down Matt’s rump.
“Aiden.” Matt tensed again. “Don’t make me wait.”
“I can’t rush.” He dumped lube onto his fingers, then resumed playing with Matt’s asshole.
“Don’t care.” Matt rocked his hips. “Please?”
Aiden tapped the tight ring of Matt’s ass. He eased his middle finger into his lover and twisted. Matt whimpered again and bore down on him. The sound of the bed creaking resonated in Aiden’s head. He focused on his lover and the rhythm of his finger in and out of Matt’s hole. After a few strokes, he added his index finger. He needed to stretch and prep Matt. God, the man was tight. He wasn’t sure this would work, no matter what he did to get Matt ready.
“Fucking hell.” Matt grinned. He curled his fingers around his shaft. “So good.”
He’d make it better. Aiden flicked his tongue over the blunt head of Matt’s erection while he pumped his digits in Matt’s ass. The combination of his tongue and his fingers must’ve pushed Matt to the edge.
Matt jerked and pre-cum shimmered on the head of his dick. He rolled his torso and grunted. “Damn.”
He loved having Matt reduced to one-word sentences. He moved his fingers in and out faster, pushing Matt closer to coming. Matt moaned. Aiden slowed down again and eased his digits from Matt’s body.
“Yes.” Matt nodded. He stretched back on the bed and stared at Aiden. “I want this. Want you.”
“I’m right here.” He picked up the bottle and stood. Aiden dumped more lube onto his hand, then stroked his dick. Just the few touches on his body had him as horny as Matt. The groan erupted from deep in his chest. He lined his cock up with Matt’s hole and pushed. He kept his gaze fixed on Matt’s as he sank into his lover’s ass.
Matt tipped his head back and his lips parted. He whimpered again.
“You’re doing well. So pretty and tight. I’m protected when I’m in you.” He grasped Matt’s hips. “Breathe and focus on me. You’re doing great.”
“I’m trying to…” Matt grabbed two handfuls of the sheets. “I’m too full.”
Aiden shifted his hips, moving in a slow rhythm at first. He added extra lube between thrusts. “You’re so beautiful. I love this. Love you.” He continued to push into Matt until he sank balls-deep into him. He eased all the way to the hilt, then pulled most of the way out before going in again. “How do you feel?”
“Nervous, but damn.” A lazy smile curled on Matt’s lips. “I forgot how good this can be.”
“Better than good.” Aiden rolled his hips and increased his pace. His heart overflowed with love for Matt. The tightness of Matt made the action of lovemaking a tad harder but worth it. The power overwhelmed him, but he embraced the tenderness of being together with Matt.
He hooked his elbows under Matt’s knees and worked himself into a frenzy. No matter how much he wanted to go slow to protect Matt, the need and desire won out. He held tight to Matt’s legs. The sound of skin slapping skin thundered through the room. His growls echoed in his mind. He met Matt’s gaze again.
Matt stared up at him. “Damn,” he murmured. His brows crinkled and he flexed his asshole. “Do it. I need you. Fuck.” He drew out the last word, and his eyes rolled back.
Withholding wasn’t an option. Aiden’s restraint clung by a thread.
“Please?” Matt’s eyes widened. “I need to come.” He let go of the bedding and stroked his dick. His movements turned frantic. He grunted. “Need. To. Come.”
The headboard clunked against the wall and Aiden knocked his knees on the edge of the mattress, but he didn’t care. Any sense of delicacy was gone. Aiden pushed into Matt’s body at a frantic pace. A moan escaped his lips.
“Matt,” Aiden bit out. “Oh my God.” He trembled as the orgasm hit. Everything around him blurred. Only Matt and the moment existed. He pistoned into Matt until his resistance shattered. The climax washed over him and weakened his knees. He slumped forward over Matt and braced himself on his hands to keep from putting too much weight on his lover. Aiden kissed him.
“Fucking hell, yeah.” Matt grunted and kept stroking his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut and tensed beneath Aiden. His breath warmed Aiden’s face.
Aiden leaned back enough for Matt to finish jerking himself off. “Yeah, babe. Let go. Christ, you’re beautiful. Come for me. Do it.”
Matt dug his feet into the mattress and bucked against Aiden. His mouth formed an O and his brows knotted again. He jerked forward and sticky cum shot across his chest. Another ribbon landed on Aiden’s lower belly. He didn’t open his eyes right away but instead panted and slumped on the bed. He whistled and the smile returned.
“Good?” Aiden kissed him and smeared the cum between them. “It was for me. I love your O face. So sexy.”
Matt chuckled. “I probably looked dorky.”
“You? Never.” He kissed Matt again, then backed up enough to pull out of him. Aiden stood and the energy drained from him. “You blew my mind.”
“You’re pretty special too.” Matt patted the bed. “Come here.”
“I need to get a towel.” Aiden retreated long enough to grab something to wipe the jizz from his chest, then Matt’s. Once dry, he stretched out on the bed and snuggled up to Matt. “I love you.”
“Love you too.” Matt sighed and closed his eyes. “You wore this old man out.”
“You wouldn’t have it any other way.” Aiden draped his arm across Matt’s belly and nuzzled his neck. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else and thanked God they’d found their way back to each other. Matt was the only man for him and he wasn’t about to let go.
* * * *
Aiden surfaced from sleep and blinked as the room came into focus. He heard the thumping on the front door. What the hell? Where’s the noise coming from? His front door? He patted Matt’s ass. “Do you hear that?”
Matt grunted, then rolled over. “Hear what?”
“Thumping.” He crawled out of bed and snatched a pair of sleep pants from the floor. When he stopped moving, he listened for the noise. Voices filtered through to him. Voices? Who in the name of God is outside?
Aiden grabbed a shirt from the dresser, then poked his head out into the hallway. Shadows darkened the front windows of his townhome.
“I hear you fucking in there,” someone screame
d.
Aiden froze. He knew that voice. Lucky. He waved at Matt. “Stay in the bedroom,” he whispered. “Don’t turn the lights on, but call nine-one-one.”
“Don’t go out there.” Matt grabbed Aiden’s arm. “Please?”
“I’ll be fine.” He wasn’t sure what in the hell to do, but Jesus . He eased out into the living room and ducked behind the sofa. The hulking piece of furniture wasn’t the best hiding spot, but it worked for the time being. “Don’t do this,” he said. Maybe he’d be able to defuse the situation.
“Why?” Theo pressed against the window. He tapped something on the glass. A gun? His eyes widened and his lips curled in a sneer. “Where are you, pissant?”
“This isn’t you.” Aiden curled up tight. Keep them talking. He blew out a long breath and tried to keep calm. “You’re smart. Both of you are.” He hoped Matt had gotten through to the cops.
“I know he’s in there,” Lucky snarled. “You can’t miss his car.”
His must mean Matt’s. Shit. “So?” Aiden asked.
“You’re my boyfriend. I told you I have money,” Lucky said. “You won’t give me another chance. I can handle myself.”
“You stole that money from the auto body shop. Lucky, you aren’t that kind of guy. Tell me it wasn’t you. Please?” Aiden knew the truth but wished Lucky hadn’t been that underhanded. Strike one.
“You can’t prove anything,” Theo said. “Can’t.”
“Jesus. Let me shoot them. He’s fucking my boyfriend.” Lucky clunked another gun on the window. “Turn a light on so we can see you. I want to shoot the fucker who’s with my boyfriend.”
“And Theo will shoot me? No.” Aiden balled his hands.
“I’m going to break down the goddamn door.” Lucky thumped against the security door. “I’ll shoot the both of you. I don’t care.”
The deadbolt and chain mechanism held, but damn… Lucky was stronger than Aiden remembered. “Don’t do this. You’re a good man. You’re smart and funny. Don’t screw it up,” Aiden pleaded. With Theo and Lucky both having guns, the glass wouldn’t be a match. He and Matt were so screwed.
“You didn’t give me another chance,” Lucky shouted. “I hurt myself for you.”
“The dangerous ex wasn’t real?” Aiden pounded his fist into the carpet. He knew the truth but kept hoping Lucky would prove him wrong. Strike two.
“No. Jesus. I refuse to let anyone do that to me.” Lucky laughed, and the evil sound echoed in Aiden’s brain.
“Lucky,” Aiden said.
“Let me in.” This time, Lucky’s voice turned sweet and soft. “We can work this out. You love me.”
Dear God, where are the police? “Lucky, Theo…put the guns down. You don’t want to do this.”
“I want you back,” Lucky pleaded.
The blood thumped in Aiden’s ears and his fingers ached from keeping his fists clenched. He swallowed against the dryness in his throat. He almost answered oh hell no but thought better of the idea. “Okay.”
“Okay…what?” Lucky asked.
“I made a mistake.” Aiden stayed behind the couch. No way he was leaving his hiding spot—except if the cops ordered him to. Lucky didn’t need to know that truth. “I’ll go with you if you put the gun down.”
“Not until you’re outside,” Lucky answered. “I want proof.”
“We don’t want to kill you,” Theo said. “But…” He didn’t speak, and neither did Lucky. Blue lights flooded the townhome. “Motherfucker,” Theo screamed. “You called the damn cops.”
The loudest noise Aiden had ever heard filled the room. Glass shattered and the mirror on the far wall splintered into a thousand pieces. Debris rained down on Aiden. He bit his arm to muffle the sound of his screaming. Something boomed and more glass broke. He cowered behind the sofa. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t curl up tight enough. Jesus. The fear overwhelmed him, and he covered his ears. He didn’t want to die behind his couch, but what in the hell was he going to do?
Although he was scared to move, he inched forward enough to peek around the edge of the sofa and listened for Theo or Lucky. The silence paralyzed him. Something beside him crackled and he pressed himself back into his hiding spot.
“Aiden.” Matt touched Aiden’s arm. “Hey.”
Aiden managed to glance up, but he couldn’t speak. The words weren’t there. Tears burned in his eyes. Why is Matt with me behind the couch? It isn’t safe. They could shoot him. Where’s the noise? What’s going on? He wanted answers, but he also wanted everything to stop—the nightmare needed to go away so he could have his life back.
Matt gathered Aiden in his arms and petted his hair. There wasn’t much he could do until Lucky and Theo stopped shooting up the townhouse. He and Aiden were stuck, but he’d shelter Aiden. If they were going down, at least they were together. He noticed a bright light and footsteps. Shadows moved just beyond the couch. Matt tipped his head. He’d thought he heard Jordan’s voice and another one that didn’t sound like Theo or Lucky. The longer he listened, the better he could tell who was with Jordan. Detective Lutz. He’d talked to the older man during the robbery investigation.
“I found them.” Jordan knelt next to Matt. “Bring the EMTs in. I can’t tell if anyone else is hurt.”
“I’m fine.” Matt eased away from Aiden. “Babe.”
“I’m…” Aiden wouldn’t uncurl. “I’m fine. Are we safe?”
“Yes,” Lutz said. “Both individuals have been apprehended.”
Matt moved out of the way as the EMTs took charge. He heard them talking to Aiden, but he paid them little attention. He followed Jordan out of the townhouse. A sheet had been spread out on the lawn.
“I’d like to get a statement,” Lutz said. He pointed toward the closest squad car. “We’ll get you something to put on your feet.”
Jordan appeared with a pair of shoes. “These might not fit. They’re my spares in case…just in case.” He draped a blanket around Matt’s shoulders. “Once Aiden’s free, I’ll bring him over.”
“Thanks.” Matt sat on the bumper of the patrol car. “You wanted my statement. We were sleeping then someone pounded on the door. Aiden tried to de-escalate the situation, and I called the cops. I heard shooting and kept my phone with me when I went to be with him. I don’t know who fired, but both said they had guns.”
“Who said it?” Lutz asked.
He groaned. Just talking about the situation sucked. “Theo Bartelone and Lucky… I don’t know his last name, or his real first one for that matter.” He’d been told, but he couldn’t remember. “Theo was my ex-boyfriend and Lucky was Aiden’s ex.”
Lutz nodded. “We’ve dealt with Bartelone before.”
Jesus. He had a talent for finding men with issues. Thank God Aiden didn’t have tons of them. “Can I see Aiden?”
Jordan and Aiden walked over to Matt and Detective Lutz.
Matt didn’t think twice. He threw his arms around Aiden. He had to see the man he loved and know he was safe. “Aiden.”
“I just needed a rim job,” Aiden mumbled. He met Matt’s gaze and sobbed softly. “If I hadn’t hit the curb, then would this have happened?”
“I don’t know.” He held Aiden tight and kissed his lover’s temple. “They were going to do something no matter what.”
Jordan put one hand on Aiden and the other on Matt. “I’m glad you’re both okay.”
Matt nodded. He had Aiden. The rest would work out and nothing else mattered. “I’ll take him to the hospital to be examined.”
“I’m fine,” Aiden whispered. “They didn’t hurt me.”
Jordan rested his hands on his hips. “Tell me about Bartelone. Was there a history of violence?”
“Yeah.” He refused to let go of Aiden. “Nothing major, though. He broke plates and liked to shoot guns, but he never abused me. He swore he’d do anything to get me back, but I ignored him because he left me first.”
“You were using when you were with him, weren’t you?” J
ordan asked. “I’m trying to get a better picture of what happened.”
Aiden tensed but didn’t pull away.
He hadn’t wanted to discuss this, but fuck it. “I was. When I went to rehab, I dropped him. We had very little contact until last night at the club.” A shiver ran the length of his spine as he thought about his ex and the white sheet on the grass. “What happened to them?”
Jordan didn’t speak at first. He rubbed his forehead. “Emmett Luck was transported, but Bartelone wasn’t.” He averted his gaze. “Both have gunshot wounds.”
Matt wobbled again. The sheet covered Theo. Had to. “Oh my God.” He clutched Aiden tighter. He’d thought he’d been in love with Theo long ago, and knowing he was dead bothered Matt, but not as much as the possibility of losing Aiden.
“Luck wasn’t in the system, oddly enough. We matched Luck’s fingerprints with the ones lifted from your desk and the lock box as well as the recovered keys to the cars from the lot.” Jordan folded his arms. “I’m sorry.”
He’d been right. Lucky—Emmett Luck had been the one who’d robbed him. Holy shit. He frowned. “Wait. Lucky’s name is Emmett?” He hadn’t pictured Lucky as being an Emmett. Maybe an Oliver or a Jon, but not Emmett.
“Yeah,” Aiden said. “Emmett Earl Luck. The name didn’t fit him, and he hated it.”
“Matt…that bothered you?” Jordan asked. “Really?”
“No, it just struck me as odd.” He shook his head. “Why would he do it? What’d I do to him? What’d Aiden do?” He wriggled his frozen toes. Putting on the shoes would’ve been a lot smarter than standing there freezing. The air wasn’t bad for late October, but chilly enough.
“I’m not sure. I would’ve liked to have asked him.” Jordan widened his stance. “Andrew said he’d slipped out of consciousness and it didn’t look good. The initial findings show that Luck shot Bartelone. We couldn’t get a clean shot to stop them, and I’m sorry.”
