“I, fuck, I…..more…..please.”
Garrett added a second finger, curved them and searched around for that bundle of nerves until….
Justice’s eyes snapped open, his hips bucked and pre-cum shot out of his dick onto his belly, “Holy fucking shit!” he barked.
Garrett brushed over it again and Justice jackknifed on the bed and grabbed Garrett’s arm, “That?” he said breathlessly, “that’s what I’ve been missing out on? Fucking hell, Garrett, do that again.”
Garrett smiled as Justice lowered his upper body back to the bed and grabbed onto his cock, stroking it slowly. He added a third finger and tunneled them in and out of Justice’s body until the man begged him for more.
He slid those fingers out, wiped the lube off onto his shirt then grabbed Justice’s knees and placed them over his forearms then he gripped his dick and pressed the head against Justice’s hole and watched as it both fought him and then opened to welcome him inside. “Oh god, babe,” he moaned as he watched his dick slowly slide inside until he was buried to the hilt, with Justice’s balls pressing against his pelvis.
Then and only then was he able to tear his eyes from where they were joined to look up at the man staring down at him. “You okay?” he whispered.
Justice nodded as a tear slid from one corner of his eye, “More than okay, butterscotch.”
Garrett took that as his okay to get moving and he slid his dick out to the tip then slowly pressed it back inside.
“Oh yeah…..” Justice groaned and Garrett looked up to see him with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.
So, he did it again, this time a little faster. And then again and again until he was pounding into Justice so hard the slapping sound was echoing throughout the room. And he watched, oh fuck did he watch, as his dick slid in and out of what he now knew was his perfect place, his nirvana, his…..home. His eyes stayed locked there until a sound jerked his eyes upward. Justice sobbed/yelled into the room one word, a plea, a curse, a prayer, a name all rolled into one: “Garrett”
He fell forward with both hands braced next to Justice’s head, dipped his head down for a kiss and let his belly press and slide against Justice’s dick as he crushed it between their bodies while he continued to slam his dick in and out.
“It’s okay, babe. Let go, let me feel you,” he whispered into Justice’s lips.
Justice’s eyes went wide, “Fuck, I love you, Garrett,” he cried then he threw his head back and shouted as his orgasm shot out, smearing between their joined bodies.
“Yes, yes, yes, Justice!” Garrett cried as his hips stuttered and then he shoved as deep as he could go, dropped down to crush both their bodies and lips together and shook as his orgasm filled the condom.
Justice’s hands slid behind him to grip his shoulders, “Fuuuuuccccckkkkk,” he groaned, “that was amazing.”
Garrett kissed Justice’s lips, his jaw, his chin, his neck as he whispered, “It was perfect.”
“Yeah, it really was. It was so good, I can’t wait to do it again.”
Garrett lifted his head and smiled down at him, “Yeah? Well, don’t think I’m going to be a top all the time because I kinda love having your dick inside me too.”
“Good, ‘cause I kinda love putting it inside you. And I do love you, butterscotch. That wasn’t some in the moment declaration. It was real.”
Garrett smiled, “I know it wasn’t, and I love you too.”
“So, a long-ass road trip, huh?”
“That’s what I’m thinking.”
“I can live with that.”
Chapter Forty-Four
Morgan stepped into his home for the first time in…..days? weeks?.....he really couldn’t remember.
“Hello, my love,” Luther said from the darkened kitchen.
He frowned, “Why are all the lights off?”
“Because I didn’t want you to see this until I was ready,” Luther’s deep voice said and then the light over the stove flicked on and Morgan almost swallowed his tongue. Because there, standing in his kitchen, was his beautiful husband, wearing black leather pants so tight you could see the outline of his thick, hard dick on his thigh almost as if he were wearing nothing at all. A black leather harness crisscrossed his chest, with his dark chest hair glistening and begging for Morgan’s fingers. And in his hand was Morgan’s favorite leather crop.
“Fucking, hell,” Morgan said with a whimper.
Luther pushed off of the counter and began walking, no, stalking towards him, “Not the right response, babe.”
Morgan hitched in a breath, his cock already rock hard, his body vibrating as he dropped to his knees – his eyes down, his hands on his thighs.
He saw Luther’s bare feet as they walked up to him and began circling, “You’ve been gone a long time.”
Morgan opened his mouth to respond but then snapped it closed – because he didn’t have permission to speak.
“Good boy,” he said as he slid the crop across Morgan’s back, “Did you miss me?”
“More than anything,” Morgan whispered.
“Do you want me?”
“More than anything.”
“Do you need me?”
“God yes, more than anything.”
Luther stopped in front of him, the hard outline of his cock pressing against Morgan’s head then he slid his fingers into Morgan’s hair, gripped it tight and yanked his head up, “Then you shall have me,” he growled just before he slammed their mouths together.
And that was the moment that Morgan knew he really was home.
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The doors slid open and Cooper and Riley stepped from the cool air of the airport into the Las Vegas heat.
Cooper slid his fingers together with Riley’s as he glanced around for a cab.
“Do you think the guys will be pissed?” Riley said.
Cooper waved his hand in the air at a nearby waiting taxi, “Initially, maybe. But they’ll understand. You and I? We’re all about the marriage, not the ceremony. Anyone who knows us, knows that.”
“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. I still feel a little guilty though for slinking off like this.”
Cooper pulled open the back door of the cab and motioned for Riley to get in, “I guess we’ll find out soon enough. Drake is having a team meeting right about now and he’s going to let everyone know.”
“So, what you’re saying is that our phones are about to blow up.”
Cooper grinned at him, “Perhaps, but I have faith that Drake will keep things under control. Let’s get checked into the hotel, babe, so I can ravage you on your last night as a single man.”
“Aren’t we supposed to sleep separately on the night before our wedding?” Riley said with a smirk.
Cooper slid over, put one hand on the back of Riley’s neck and the other cupped his dick as he pressed his lips to his ear and said, “If you think I’m going to spend one second away from you and this dick, you are sadly mistaken. I don’t give a fuck about traditions, Riley. The rest of my life is going to be spent loving you, every second of every day.”
“You know we can’t be together twenty-four-seven, not with the jobs that we have.”
“I know, that’s why the only time I’m going to be apart from you is when I’m forced to be, not by choice or some silly tradition.”
“Point taken,” Riley whispered then he turned his head to press their lips together.
Until the driver in the front seat snorted.
“Problem?” Cooper said as he turned his head to look at the man and glanced at his ID, “Rowan?”
Piercing sapphire blue eyes looked back at him in the mirror as the man slowly shook his head, “Sorry, no. Just bitter is all. I recently left the asshole who had been stringing me along for three years, always promising that he would come out of the closet. Got tired of being forced to be in it with him. Now I’m driving a cab while I apply for jobs at any sheriff department that’s hiring.”
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bsp; “You’re a cop?”
“Yeah. Was one in the Marines anyways. Want to continue it out here but it’s tough when I keep having to move because that dickhead keeps finding me and harassing me and begging me to give him another chance. I gave him a million, I don’t have any more to give.”
“I hear ya, man.”
“Are you two here for vacation?”
Cooper smiled at Riley, “Nope, we’re here to get married.”
“Wow, that’s awesome. You need any recommendations on the best chapels?” Rowan said as he pulled up to the curb in front of the hotel that Coop and Riley were staying at.
Cooper laughed, “Yeah, we might.”
“When are you getting married?”
“Tomorrow, I’m thinking afternoon would be good.”
Rowan turned in his seat and handed Cooper a card, “Here’s my contact info, it’s got my cell and email on it. Give me a call and I’ll tell you where the best places are. And, if I’m free when you’re ready, I’ll drive you to the chapel myself.”
“That’s really great of you, thank you. I’ll be in touch tomorrow,” Cooper said as they both climbed out of the car. Riley went to grab their bags from the trunk while Cooper gave Rowan a cash tip for their ride.
As the cab drove away, Coop turned to Riley and saw him standing there with a huge grin.
“What?”
“I can see those wheels turning. You’re going to call JD and recommend this guy to him, aren’t you?”
Cooper pulled Riley into his side and pressed a kiss to his head, “Maybe,” he mumbled.
Riley just laughed as they walked inside the hotel to check in.
When they got up to their suite and walked inside, Riley said, “Babe, call JD. I know that Rowan guy has you thinking too hard.”
“I’m here for you, Riles, for us. I can call JD in a few days.”
Riley walked over and planted a kiss on the side of Cooper’s lips, “Call him, babe. I’ll take our bags into the bedroom and get us unpacked.”
“I fucking love you so much, Riley Miller, you know that, right?”
Riley grinned at him as he gently patted his cheek, “Yeah, I do. And I love you too. But, seriously, call him. It’s okay.”
Cooper pulled out his phone, scrolled to JD’s name and pressed the call button. JD answered before the second ring, “Shouldn’t you be balls deep in your husband right about now?” he said.
Coop threw his head back and laughed, “Trust me, that will be happening soon. But the wedding isn’t until tomorrow afternoon.”
“So why are you calling me?”
“I have a recommendation for you.”
“Oh yeah? How did you meet this guy and what’s his name?”
“He was our cab driver. Name is Rowan Bates. He was a cop in the Marines. He’s looking for a job now while driving a cab and dodging an ex who wanted to keep him in the closet.”
“Oh, ouch, that’s rough. Rowan Bates, huh. I’ll check him out and get back to you. I’m interested, do you have contact information on him?”
“Yeah, I’ll text you his number after we’re off the call.”
“Sounds good. Now, go enjoy your man. That’s an order.”
Cooper chuckled, “Yes, Sir, boss man,” he said then he ended the call. Then he stood up and went to find Riley so he could happily carry out JD’s orders.
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Kingston sighed as he stared down into his beer.
“You okay, sugar?” the bartender asked. What was her name again? Mary? Marie? Molly? Hell, he couldn’t remember – even though he’d been coming in here regularly for the last month.
He glanced up at her, intending to tell her he was fine – his standard answer – because spilling his guts to a bartender was so cliché but then he heard himself say, “No, I’m really not.”
He flinched and sat up straighter, wondering who the fuck was pulling his strings and making him say shit he’d never say.
She closed her hand over his, “You want to talk about it?”
He felt his head shaking No while at the same time his lips said, “Yes.”
What the fucking fuck???
“Let me tell Roscoe I’m going on a break then we can go upstairs to my room.”
King’s heart began pounding in his chest and he swallowed hard before he mumbled, “Um, I’m gay.”
It was the first time he’d said that to a stranger and only the second time he’d spoken it out loud.
She smiled at him, “That’s okay sugar, I am too. We’ll just talk.”
King nodded his head and watched her walk down to the other end of the bar.
She whispered into the ear of the big bear of a man at the other end. The guy’s eyes glanced at King for a second then he nodded his head. That glance said more than words ever could – you hurt her, you answer to me.
King nodded at him then downed his beer to try to calm his rioting nerves.
She walked back and lifted the pass-thru for him to follow her. Then she walked down a dim hall, opened the door at the end to reveal a set of stairs where he followed her up. His feet kept trying to stop, his head was screaming at him, run, because what waited for him up in that room terrified him.
The truth.
The truth about himself, the truth about his fears, the truth about his feelings.
But he also knew that it was way past time that he did this, that he told someone that he, Kingston Fisher, was a gay man in love with a man named Rowan Bates – he’d been in love with him for three years, since the day he first laid eyes on him when he and Row were assigned as partners to guard the gates at the base.
He’d known it, he should’ve shouted it to the sky – but he didn’t and now Row was gone. Gone and had given up on King ever coming out of his closet.
But he was out now and King was doing everything to try to win him back.
He just had to hope and pray that it wasn’t too late.
Chapter Forty-Five
“So, what happens now?” Blake whispered as his fingers gently played with the hairs on Tiny’s chest.
“What do you mean, babe?”
Blake lifted his head to look into Tiny’s eyes, “I mean, the Op is over. I don’t need to protect you anymore. So, um, what happens with us?”
Tiny stared at him for at least half a minute, “You don’t seriously think that all of this is contingent on the Op, do you?”
Blake glanced away, “I, uh, I wasn’t sure.”
Tiny resisted the urge to roll his eyes and huff….barely, but only because he knew that everything they were doing was entirely new to Blake. The man had come out of the closet…for him.
That alone deserved a little patience.
He reached up to brush his fingers through Blake’s hair, “Babe, we’re just getting started as far as I’m concerned. I want you, I want us, I want it all.”
“All? What does that mean?”
“It means I not only want to date you but I would love it if you’d move in here. I know it’s soon but, hell, I’m selfish, babe. I don’t want to spend another night away from you unless it’s because you’re working.”
Blake’s eyes went wide with surprise but then he frowned, “I’m, uh, not easy to live with, Tiny. I’m very particular about…..things.”
Tiny smiled, “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
Blake narrowed his eyes, “You’re being sarcastic.”
Tiny nodded, “I am.”
“So, you don’t mind how I like things a certain way or need everything to be clean?”
Tiny leaned forward and pressed their lips together, “Not only do I not mind but I welcome it, babe. Just think of my house as your house. Do with it whatever you need to do, I’m fine with it.”
“But, shouldn’t I discuss it with you first?”
“Nope.”
“But…”
“Nope,” Tiny whispered, cutting him off with a kiss as he reached over to wrap his hand around Blake’
s dick, “Now, do you think you’re ready for another round?” he said as he gave it a few tugs.
Blake groaned, “I am but I think my ass is a little sore.”
“That’s fine. I was hoping you’d take me this time.”
Blake yanked his head back and stared with huge eyes at Tiny, “You, you, you……”
“Want you to fuck me,” Tiny finished for him.
“But, I don’t know what I’m doing, Tiny. How am I supposed to make it good for you?”
“Babe, it won’t be good for me, it will be amazing. Just do what feels right.”
“But…”
“No, babe, stop. Have you ever fucked into your fist or something else?”
Blake blushed and looked away, “Yeah, all the time.”
Tiny kissed along Blake’s jaw, “My ass is just like your fist……only tighter…..and hotter…..and better,” he whispered between kisses.
“Oh fuck,” Blake groaned. If Tiny didn’t stop talking, Blake was going to cum.
“Get the lube, babe and suit up,” Tiny said as he rolled over to his other side.
Blake rolled the condom down his length and then spread some lube over his fingers, “You want it like this, sideways?” he whispered.
Tiny glanced at him over his shoulder and nodded, “Yeah, I really would,” he said as he bent his top leg.
He flinched when the cold fluid on the end of Blake’s fingers came in contact with his skin and Blake froze. “Did I, did I do something wrong?”
“No, babe. It’s just a little cold.”
“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve warmed it up first.”
Tiny reached a hand back to calm Blake’s shaking one, “Babe, it’s okay. You’re learning and that’s fine.”
Blake let out a breath as he nodded his head then he pressed a kiss to Tiny’s shoulder as he pressed a finger inside of him.
“Oh yeah,” he said with a groan.
“Have you, um, do you, uh, do this on yourself sometimes?”
“Fingers, yes, dildos, yes but never with another person before. More, babe, add another.”
Blake did and the sound that rumbled out of Tiny’s chest had Blake’s dick leaking into the condom.
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