by Andrew Grey
Wes shifted over to kiss Evan gently. Evan leaned into the touch, and Wes deepened it as Evan’s arms closed around him, drawing him closer. It might have been a strange time for this, but Wes pressed nearer, kissing harder, his mind swirling and floating while Evan poured more and more energy into the kiss. Before Wes knew it, Evan slipped his hand under his shirt, his fingers plucking at a nipple. It had been so long since Wes had been touched like that, and he arched into the slight roughness of it, hissing softly as he pressed for more. God, he wanted it so bad. His entire body felt like a lit flame, ready to burst into a full-on conflagration at any second.
“Evan…,” Wes whispered, his voice rasping, his throat barely able to form words. He pushed closer, and Evan began to slide down onto the cushions. Wes added more pressure, and Evan went down on his back, taking Wes along with him. Evan trailed a hand upward to cup the back of his head, deepening the kiss as he pressed his hips harder.
Wes could hardly control himself. He held on to Evan, letting his body take over, releasing his worry and concerns for a little while, and just let himself feel. It had been quite a while since he’d allowed himself this kind of energy, and now that it was within his grasp, it was all he wanted.
“Wes,” Evan whispered when he broke away. “Why don’t we go upstairs instead of doing this on the sofa?” He wagged his eyebrows. “We don’t need to rut like teenagers when there’s a king-sized bed upstairs and I can make you happy.” He smiled, and Wes sheepishly got up. He had been so far gone, he’d pretty much forgotten where they were.
Evan turned out the lights and made sure the door was locked, then came back, took Wes’s hand, and led him up the stairs. At the landing, Evan turned out the light down below before leading him to his bedroom.
The room was dominated by a king-sized bed with a decadent royal blue cover. Evan pulled down the bedding and then guided Wes back until his legs hit the side of the mattress. Evan wound his arms around his neck, holding him closer as he pressed Wes back down onto the mattress.
Wes went willingly, achingly, wanting to know what he’d only gotten hints of under Evan’s clothes. Evan’s strength was evident, but as he tugged Evan’s shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor, Wes was treated to sculpted muscle that his hands longed to stroke. Evan backed away, holding still, and Wes paused, wondering where he wanted to start. Wes actually whimpered softly at the manly feast in front of him. His throat went dry, and he swallowed hard, placing his palms against the heat of Evan’s chest.
“Jesus….” Evan was all man, his chest covered in a light dusting of dark hair that narrowed over his six-pack belly. The man was fit and fine—there was nothing else to say. For a second Wes wondered what Evan could see in him, but he didn’t have long to wonder. Evan pulled at his shirt, getting it off, and his lips latched at a nipple, sucking, tongue swirling, making Wes’s head spin. He leaned forward, capturing Evan’s lips, tugging on them with his own. Evan groaned, the sound resonating through Wes like a siren song. He quivered with excitement that he could make tall, strong, sexy Evan sound like that. It was heady, and Wes kissed him harder, sliding his hands around Evan’s back and down to his belt, his fingers slipping to tease the top of his butt.
“Damn, you go for what you want,” Evan whispered. “I really like that.”
Wes slid his hands down over Evan’s ass, massaging his cheeks, hard and firm like the rest of him. “God, are you made of rocks?” he teased.
Evan chuckled. “I’m strong and cocky.”
Wes rolled his eyes dramatically. “You’re also bragging.” Though judging by the pressure against his hip, not by much. Wes popped open the top of Evan’s pants and groaned when Evan stopped him to tug at his own. Evan’s hands shook a little as he pulled open Wes’s fly and shimmied his pants down and then off his legs. Wes laughed nervously when they got caught on his feet. Evan growled and tugged off Wes’s shoes, pulled his pants off, and let them join the rest of their discarded clothing on the floor.
“Damn, you’re sexy,” Evan whispered, his fingers blazing trails over Wes’s body.
Wes quivered and closed his eyes, soaking in the attention like a sponge. He had spent so long taking care of Greyson that it was incredible to have someone paying special attention to him. Excitement built as Evan kissed trails behind his hands, adding more energy to the mix. When Evan lifted his head away from where his tongue and breath kissed Wes’s skin, their gazes met, and Wes shivered at its intensity.
Evan looked at him as though he were the very center of the universe, and he didn’t turn from it. Wes almost ached to look away only because watching Evan was like staring at the sun: intense and almost blinding and just too much. Evan captured his lips as heated fingers encircled his cock, stroking just enough that Wes could barely think. He kissed Wes and stole his breath and Wes’s ability to breathe. All Wes could think about was Evan and the fact that he was still dressed while Wes was naked. Somehow he managed to fumble his way to getting Evan out of his jeans, and then they were skin to skin, heat to heat, rocking up and down as Wes tried for more sensation.
Wes had never imagined himself as a hedonist, but Evan brought out that side of him. He clutched him, taking everything he could get, and Evan gave all Wes could want and more. God, this was heaven. When Evan’s boots thunked to the floor and Wes kicked off the last of his clothes, Evan pushed Wes farther up on the bed, spreading his legs and taking him to the root. Wes could only gasp as a tsunami of passion washed over him. He clutched the bedding, holding on in case he was completely swept away by it. Not that he was going to complain. Evan knew exactly what he was doing, and the wet heat that surrounded him threatened to suck his brains out along with the rest of him.
“Evan… I….” Wes gave a warning, and Evan backed away, grinning as he brought their lips together.
“Damn, you’re a hot one, sweetheart,” Evan huffed, and took his lips as though they already belonged to him.
Wes held on for dear life as Evan gave him the ride of his soul. What shocked Wes was how excited he was, though they really hadn’t done anything yet. He stayed on the edge for a long time only kissing Evan. His breathing got short, and he groaned into the taste of Evan’s rich lips.
“Evan….” Damn, he wished he could have kept the pleading out of his voice. Yeah, he wanted Evan badly, but he hadn’t wanted his voice to break and to sound as needy as a teenager.
“What do you want?” Evan whispered into his ear as he worked his hands beneath Wes, cupping his butt. Then Evan stilled.
“I… everything.” No one had asked Wes that question before. The people he’d been with had pretty much assumed he wanted the same things they did. “I want you. What you did before.” Dang, when had he gotten too shy just to say what would make him happiest?
“You mean this?” Evan asked, then slid down him and took Wes’s cock between his lips. Wes moaned his assent and groaned when Evan took him deeply, taking him all the way to heaven.
“Yes…,” Wes whimpered, trying not to yell. He wanted to shout his happiness to the stars, but things would definitely come to an abrupt end if he woke Greyson. And since that was the last thing he wanted to happen, Wes swallowed his yell, hoping to hell that Evan didn’t fucking stop. “Oh God,” he gritted between his teeth. Evan probably had no idea what he had said and he didn’t seem to care, intent on sending Wes into orbit… and he was doing one hell of a job of it.
Evan brought Wes to the edge and then backed away, only to do it again. A sheen of sweat covered him, and he heaved for breath as Evan continued playing him like a fine instrument.
Evan backed away, and Wes’s cock bounced against his belly. He groaned and moaned at the loss of sensation. “Jesus, you’re a real tease.” He huffed and blinked his eyes, trying to get a hold on himself.
“I don’t want things to be over yet.” Evan tugged him close. “I want to be here with you for some time to come.” He kissed away any protest that Wes might have offered, not that he was going to a
rgue with Evan’s logic. It was just that his head was going to explode if he endured that for much longer.
Evan rolled them on the bed until Wes found himself on top, looking down into Evan’s eyes. The warmth and passion that shone back at him nearly stole Wes’s breath yet again. How could anyone feel that way about him this quickly? Wes certainly didn’t know, and yet it was right there for him to see. He closed the distance between them as Evan ran his hands down Wes’s back to cup his buttcheeks.
Wes liked being touched, especially the way Evan did it. He wasn’t tentative or harsh, just firm, self-assured, and he seemed to know what Wes liked. Or maybe they were simply in tune with each other. His past lovers hadn’t been at all. They’d fumbled, or Wes had simply endured what he thought they liked because he didn’t want to disappoint them. This was different, special, because Evan seemed to really care what he wanted and liked.
“You need to talk to me.”
“I don’t want to wake Greyson, and I’m as likely to scream my passion into your ear as anything else.” Wes wriggled a little, and Evan hissed slightly as he ground their cocks past each other. “How do you know what I like?”
Evan chuckled, massaging his buttcheeks. “You’re so expressive. Your eyes cloud over a little and your mouth hangs open, but mostly it’s your breathing. You tell me everything I need to know.” Evan shrugged. “I want to please you and make you happy, so I pay attention. If the people you’ve been with haven’t cared enough to do that, then you haven’t been with the right people.” Evan leaned forward to kiss him. “Sex should be about giving, because if you’re concerned with the other person, then it’s mind-blowing for both of you. That doesn’t mean it’s one-sided, just that giving makes it so much more special.”
Evan rolled them back on the mattress once again, and this time, when he slid down Wes’s body, the heat was nearly unbearable. Wes was almost instantly on edge, and Evan seemed to like it that way. Only now it made more sense to Wes, and he just went along with him, confident that Evan wasn’t going to leave him hanging. And man, when Evan got him close this time, Wes gripped the bedding as Evan took him to the moon on the ride of a lifetime.
Wes sighed and lay still, wondering if he dared to move or if he was going to simply melt away. His very bones were loose and his head floated on clouds. Evan settled next to him, rubbing his belly. It felt so nice to be taken care of.
When Wes was able to think again, he rolled over on top of Evan, grinning down at him. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah?” Evan asked.
Wes nodded, his hands already busy exploring. Evan’s upper chest was like armor, and he flicked the perky nipples on each pec before leaning forward to taste him. “You make me feel special,” Wes breathed as he slid lower, letting his lips blaze a trail along Evan’s hot skin while his fingers traced the line of silky black hair that bisected his belly down past his belly button, leading to Evan’s thick treasure, which Wes stroked slowly before doing his best to return the absolute pleasure that Evan had already given him.
Evan tasted amazing—slightly salty, musky, and all male. Wes adored it. He slid his lips down Evan’s length, loving the groans, deep, guttural, and as full of passion and need as any sound Wes had ever heard. They only urged him on. He wanted to give Evan as much pleasure as Evan had given him, and to that end, Wes pushed himself, drawing out each stroke, loving the energy that poised to burst from Evan at any second.
“Don’t stop,” Evan whispered. “Please don’t stop.” Not that Wes had any intention of it, but it was amazing to hear those words crossing Evan’s lips.
Wes redoubled his efforts, heat already building once again inside him. He let his gaze drift upward, and what a sight it met. Evan’s mouth hung open, and he licked his lips, his eyes wide and hips flexing. Evan had his hands in the bedding, his breath coming faster and deeper. Wes swirled his tongue around the head of Evan’s cock, stroking and sucking in a fast rhythm that seemed to stoke Evan’s fire by the second.
“Oh God…. Wes….” He stilled, and Wes took him deep, swallowing all of Evan’s release before easing back and lying in Evan’s arms.
As Evan’s breathing evened out and fatigue overtook both of them, Evan pulled up the covers.
“I should check on Greyson before I go to sleep.” Wes slipped out of bed, put on his underwear, and padded through the house to the other room. Greyson lay sound asleep. He hadn’t moved at all, other than to kick off some of his blankets. Wes pulled them back into place. When he straightened up, a pair of strong arms wound around his belly.
“Is everything okay?” Evan whispered as they stood still, watching Greyson sleep. There had been so many times over the past eleven months that he’d stood like this, watching Greyson and wondering what his life would be like without him. Wes kept coming back to one answer: dull and empty. Now he wondered what his life would be like with Evan part of it, and he realized that future held something pretty amazing. But nothing was guaranteed, and Wes had learned to hang on to what was his. The thing was, he wasn’t sure if Evan was his or just a temporary inclusion, and he wasn’t going to know for a while.
Wes nodded. “Greyson is fine, and we should go back to bed. Tomorrow promises to be a really busy day.” And he needed his rest if he was going to get through it.
Wes let Evan guide him out of the room and back to bed. He lay down, and Evan tugged him close, pressing his chest to Wes’s back.
“Just go to sleep. I know there are a million questions running through your head right now, but just let them go. You’ll get answers in the morning.” Evan yawned, holding Wes a little tighter. “I have a big day tomorrow too.”
Wes couldn’t help wondering what was coming next, but for now, he was content. And that was usually when things went to hell.
Chapter 7
EVAN STOOD in the grocery store parking lot, waiting for Trey. He did his best to appear casual, even though his senses were on overdrive. He had made initial contact with a few members of what he hoped was the group behind the drugs and violence, but at this point, he couldn’t be sure. Hell, he wasn’t sure of very frickin’ much right now, other than the fact that he was at a very critical point. If they bought his story that he was basically muscle for hire, then he might have a chance to see some of the inner workings of the group and maybe who the leader was. But if they didn’t, then it was likely he was going to be led on a wild goose chase that would end, quite possibly, with his demise. Or at least his attempted demise.
He glanced around the parking lot. If he’d had one, he’d probably have smoked a cigarette, though he hated the things. Still, it would give him something to do, and he needed to appear like he belonged. Evan lifted his gaze toward the sky as the first drops of rain began to fall, and he shifted back under cover. He would so much rather be in bed with Wes right now. All night long they’d kept the chill away, pressed to each other. In the darkness, they had shifted, and Evan woke to Wes facing him, his hands under his head, relaxed and calm. His incredible eyes opened, and for just a few seconds, he smiled and remained calm. Then concern and worry crept in, tension entering his body. Evan wished he could have taken all of that away and just kept Wes the way he’d been seconds before, happy and contented.
The Cadillac he’d seen in the diner parking lot pulled in and up to where Evan waited. Two men got out, leaving the engine running. They were some of the guys he’d seen earlier in the diner. Evan’s heart beat a little faster, but he kept the excitement out of his expression and body and appeared relaxed. This meeting was make-or-break, and his assignment depended on it… as well as the residents of the county, who deserved to feel safe in their homes.
“I remember you,” one of the men said, but gave no further indication of how or where.
“Yeah,” the other agreed, and they exchanged looks. “Trey’s brother.” They both nodded, and some of the antagonism slipped from their gazes.
“Come on. We need to take a ride.” The guy opened the back door and he
ld it. Evan took a step closer and got in. The door closed, and one of the men got in back with him. “Are you carrying?” the man asked, and patted his sides as the car started forward.
“Nope.”
“At least he can follow instructions,” the guy in the front seat said. Evan had expected this, so he sat back, listened, and watched. “Don’t talk much?”
Evan shrugged. “I guess I don’t have much to say. You haven’t asked questions, and a bunch of useless chatter isn’t doing anyone any good.” Sometimes it was best to let his size do the talking and provide as little information about himself as possible. It kept others guessing, and when undercover, details mattered. So the fewer data points he provided, the fewer that could be checked out.
The driver nodded. “I’m Randy, and the guy in back with you is Justin.”
“I’m Evan, as if you didn’t know. Where are we going?” Evan asked as they passed through the heart of town and on west, past the frozen custard stand at the edge of town. They continued on, which didn’t really surprise Evan, given where they had discovered the previous headquarters. In fact, it gave him hope that he truly was on the right track and not on a chase to nowhere.
“You’ll find that out soon enough,” Randy said as he drove, making a turn and continuing down the country road.
Evan kept watching so he could retrace their route if he needed to, but he doubted that he was being taken anywhere vital at this point. It was too soon. They weren’t going to show Evan anything important until they were sure of him, and that usually meant some sort of test.
The car lurched and turned onto a smaller road, and then they made another turnoff onto a two-track lane between a farmer’s fields and pulled to a stop behind another car. Randy and Justin got out, and Evan followed, his senses running high as he took in everything around him.
