Full Domain (A Nice Guys Novel Book 3)

by Kindle Alexander

  Just the thought made Aaron squeeze Kreed’s hand a little tighter. Man, he fucking wished things were different and he could stay with this guy.

  “We have to build our common,” Kreed said, giving him a sideways glance, taking a long drink.

  “You know, that sounds like someone who’s been in a relationship before.” Aaron tried to change the subject, surprised at the jealousy that one sentence evoked.

  Kreed gave a sharp grunt kind of laugh. Okay, that laugh spiked his jealousy to a whole new level. Maybe the deputy marshal had been in a relationship before. He turned fully toward Kreed and watched as the man took another drink. How had this never been fully discussed? Possessiveness slithered up his spine and coiled around his heart. All this time, he’d worried about hiding himself from Kreed, when he had no idea what was really going on with the guy.

  When Kreed didn’t respond, Aaron pushed. “Tell me.”

  Kreed’s face twisted in thought before he lifted his beer for another drink, then said, “I wouldn’t call it a relationship. Even if I would, he didn’t. It was one-sided—brief. I was in the navy. Of course I wasn’t out yet, because back then you didn’t come out, and he was on a different team. It was the first time I had emotions with sex, so I figured that meant a relationship—you know, all that was in my head; I never said it out loud. He definitely never said it. Then he got deployed and didn’t come back for me. That’s it, end of story.”

  “How long ago was this?” Aaron asked after absorbing all the information.

  “Are you trying to make me feel old?” Kreed released Aaron’s hand to pour them another round of shots.

  “Definitely not, but you’ve been out of the military for like ten years, right?” Kreed had tried to gloss over the details, but this was too important—at least to Aaron, who had again made a huge error in his line of thinking as he realized he’d assumed because these emotions were new to him that they’d be new to Kreed. How had he allowed himself to be so self-absorbed that he’d never asked these questions?

  “Yeah, I left when I was about your age. How old are you?” Kreed asked. He must really want out of this conversation; he was trying hard to move the dialog to another topic.

  “You know how old I am. Quit changing the subject.” Frustrated with the lack of response, he figured he’d just start asking very direct questions. “So he meant something to you? Did he hurt you?”

  “I don’t know. I guess at the time it hurt,” Kreed said, shrugging it off.

  “Enough for you to remember him,” Aaron pointed out, and Kreed tipped his beer bottle in Aaron’s direction in a toasting gesture.

  “You’re smart, kid. Why’re we still talking about this?” Kreed teased and poured two more shots of whisky.

  “I’m not a kid, remember?” Aaron downed his shot and stared at Kreed. Jealousy didn’t suit Aaron at all, but he couldn’t help it. He was jealous about a man he didn’t even know and who was no longer in Kreed’s life…and over someone he couldn’t even have, which was incredibly stupid.

  Kreed watched him for several long seconds. Everything went quiet between them. The radio played in the background and the sound of the waves hitting the shoreline just a few feet away harmonized with the occasional crackling of the fire, making that moment feel surreal. Aaron wouldn’t give, and Kreed finally spoke, a grin growing with each word. “I know you’re not. You’re anything but. Stop getting all defensive.” Kreed opened the top on another beer and handed it to him.

  Aaron could only stare at him as he accepted the bottle, because Kreed was right. He had gotten defensive, but that had happened way before Kreed had called him a kid.

  “You’re jealous,” Kreed announced matter-of-factly.

  “I’m not.” Aaron denied the clear truth and downed the beer. Of course, he was jealous. That wasn’t rocket science. But he didn’t have a right to be, and that was what made him even crazier.

  “You are too. That’s sweet,” Kreed started. The smile was there, but Aaron could tell he was thinking as he spoke. “All right, let’s see. That was a long time ago. I wasn’t trying to be vague. I just honestly don’t remember a lot about it all. I wasn’t much more than twenty years old, and it was more than just a fuck for me, but at that point, I hadn’t been with a lot of guys. When he never came back for me, it fucked me up a little. No calls, no letters, not even a fuck you. He was older. My head got a little crazy, so I looked him up—to make sure he hadn’t gotten hurt, even though back then all the teams were close, so I would have heard if he went down. Then I found out he had a wife and a bunch of little kids. He was just using me.”

  “Have you ever spoken to him since? Do you know where he is now?” Aaron immediately asked.

  “No. I’ve never looked for him again. I don’t actually really care anymore.”

  “And there’s no current significant other in your life?” Aaron pelted him with questions.

  “We’ve talked about that already. Finish that shot and the beer and have a couple more. You’ve got some catching up to do. I like my guys youngish, cute, and drunk,” Kreed said, taking his hand again. Aaron sat there silently contemplating what he’d heard, and after a second, he took the shot and swallowed down the beer. Kreed watched him, a knowing little grin in place, the firelight dancing in his dark eyes. He supposed there was some unspoken meaning in that look. Kreed broke eye contact and reached inside the cooler for another beer and twisted off the cap.

  “Man, I like being with you. Makes me feel good. Here.” Kreed handed Aaron the beer. “Scoot closer. You’re all right. You know that, Stuart?”

  “Huh.” Aaron eyed Kreed curiously as the guy pushed the heavy cooler from in between their chairs then gripped the side of his chair and started to pull him closer. Kreed’s strength was pretty amazing. Aaron actually moved a little before he finally got up and helped Kreed scoot the chair in the sand. After he picked up another log from the stack and threw it on the fire, Kreed reached for him again and hung on to his hand a little tighter this time, not letting him go.

  Instead of sitting back in his chair, Aaron moved to Kreed, straddling his lap. The unexpected move caused the deputy marshal to release his hand and immediately grip Aaron’s hips. Aaron tested the sturdiness of the chaise, surprised and thankful the chair held their combined weight.

  “Okay, I’m amending my statement. I like my guy’s youngish, cute, drunk, jealous, and in my lap when I spend time with them.” Kreed waggled his brows as he spoke.

  Lifting a hand, Aaron threaded his fingers through Kreed’s hair, before tipping up his bottle and taking a long drink. He wouldn’t let himself get too drunk—that could be dangerous—but he did have some drinking to do. Swallowing the mouthful, he leaned forward, dipped his head then pressed his lips against Kreed’s. Kreed opened for him, their tongues meeting and tangling. He could taste the mix of alcohol on Kreed’s tongue, so fucking good. Kreed’s hands left his hips and toyed with the hem of his shirt before dragging it over his head.

  Surreal was the only way he could describe the moment. Aaron was feeling good and relaxed, truly wanted. He was pretty sure he was in over his head with Kreed. If things were different, he could see himself building a life with this man.

  No sense in denying it, he was skating on thin ice where his feelings for the deputy were concerned, but there was something so special about being in paradise and sharing this moment with Kreed that he let himself dream. The tropical breeze blowing against his skin, the feel of cool wet sand under his toes, and Kreed Sinacola between his thighs, that hard erection rubbing against his own… Yeah, he could get used to this, if only. Stop dwelling on it and enjoy the time you do have.

  He recognized “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails the moment the first bass beat played on the radio. The thumping, seductive tones drove him to push himself off Kreed and stand in front of the sexy deputy marshal. The way Kreed sat in his chair, legs spread, arms resting across his stomach watching him with hooded eyes, sent a jolt of electricity t
hrough his balls.

  “I love this song. Makes me want to dance.” He hadn’t felt this tipsy, this free, in such a long time. He swayed his hips back and forth to the rhythm of the song and leveled his eyes on Kreed. “Ever had a lap dance, Deputy?” Aaron ran his hand down the front of his shorts and squeezed his cock through the material. Biting his bottom lip, he slowly undid the buttons, giving Kreed a wink as he slid the zipper down.

  “Probably nothing like the one I’m hoping to get.” Kreed grinned up at him, the firelight giving his eyes a wicked glow.

  The way Kreed watched him so expectantly made him want to shove his hands in his pants and relieve the pressure churning in his balls. Kreed was a fucking sight to behold as he removed his shirt; his dark nipples stood out against the lighter color of his skin. Aaron knew exactly how it felt to have them pebble against his tongue. There would be plenty of time for that after.

  “You say all the right things, Deputy.” He began to move his hips in circles, catching the rhythm of the song in his movements, sliding his fingers along the top of his chino shorts. He turned his back to Kreed, letting him get an eyeful as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and pushed them low on his hips.

  “You’re so fucking hot.” Kreed’s gaze slid slowly up and down his body as Aaron turned around and stepped out of his shorts. That stare lingered on his cock then moved up to meet his eyes. “Very nice. Don’t stop on my account.”

  Kreed watched him intently. He didn’t know what his deputy was thinking, but a smile teased the corners of his lips as Kreed unfastened his shorts and scooted them down far enough to put that gorgeous dick and balls on display.

  Aaron’s mouth watered at the sight of Kreed’s erect length straining against his belly. Aaron ran his hands over his body while he danced, enjoying the effect he had on Kreed.

  “I love the way you move. I could watch you for days. You undo me, make me insane with need.” Kreed’s words sent shivers of delight up his spine. The man always seemed to have everything under control, so calm, cool, and collected.

  He stepped closer to Kreed, tugging slowly on his swollen prick as he continued to move his hips to the music and inch closer to the gorgeous sight before him.

  “I fucking want you.” Kreed slid an arm around Aaron’s waist and pulled him back down to his lap. Aaron straddled him, his legs spread wide across Kreed’s thighs, their cocks bumping together as he used the sultry beat of the song to dance on Kreed’s lap. Kreed sucked two fingers into his mouth then reached around behind Aaron. The deputy marshal’s hand slid down his spine, and Aaron lifted his hips. With a dip of his head, he took Kreed’s mouth with his as Kreed pressed those slick fingers against his hole and then slipped in his ass.

  “Mmm…” Aaron moaned into the kiss, their tongues dancing slow and measured then hard and demanding. He wiggled on the fingers in his ass then lifted himself off Kreed’s digits before sinking back down with agonizing slowness, then doing it all over again. His body quivered as Kreed’s long, firm fingers dragged along his passage.

  “That’s it, baby. Need to be in you.” Kreed thrust his hand up with those words, driving Aaron to heaven with every brush of his prostate.

  Aaron dropped down to meet Kreed’s flexing and twitching fingers, increasing the sensation inside. When Kreed withdrew his fingers, Aaron managed to somehow get his legs under him and stand, which was a miracle because his legs were fucking jelly.

  After reaching into the pocket of his shorts, Kreed pulled two foil packets out and waved them in the air. Aaron grinned at that and stroked his dick harder. His ass clenched as he watched Kreed rip open the package and roll the condom on that beautiful, thick cock. He stood mesmerized as Kreed kicked his shorts off the rest of the way and crooked his finger at him.

  “Want to feel you around me.”

  Aaron wanted that too, as quickly as possible, so he turned around, situated himself between Kreed’s open thighs and bent forward, tilting his ass up, giving Kreed a good view of his backside. Kreed’s fingers ran down the crevice of his ass, sliding between his cheeks to tease and press against his hole.

  “Fuck me,” Aaron groaned.

  Strong fingers kneaded his ass then slid to his hips before pulling him back. Kreed held himself in the perfect position as Aaron spread his ass cheeks and sat back until the blunt head of Kreed’s cock pressed exactly where he wanted it. He lowered himself, working Kreed into his ass, lifting and lowering, enjoying the burn of being stretched and the pure bliss of being penetrated.

  “So perfect.” He moaned as he sank down, driving Kreed’s cock deep. The sudden feeling of fullness drove him to grab his dick and tug.

  “Son of a mother fucking bitch.” Kreed hissed and ran his hand up Aaron’s back to his neck, sliding long fingers against his scalp, curling them in his hair, then pulling his head back roughly. Sin bit and licked at his neck while making slow circles with his hips. Kreed’s dick moved deep inside him as he curled his toes into the sand and stroked himself. Fuck, this was so good, too good.

  His back rested against Sin’s chest as he writhed to the music while Kreed fucked him. Kreed found his nipple and pinched, toying and tugging on the sensitive metal ring as he gave himself over to every pleasure Sin offered.

  Kreed’s hand slid up, ghosting lightly over his collarbone, before those long fingers wrapped securely around his neck, and pressed his head against his lover’s shoulder. Aaron was held firmly in place while dominant fingers moved possessively against his jaw as Kreed ground up into him.

  “You fuck me so good, church boy.” Kreed’s mouth pressed against his ear, and the hot puffs of breaths dancing across his skin turned him on even further.

  Kreed moved a hand down Aaron’s torso to wrap strong fingers around his dick and grip him roughly before beginning to stroke. He squeezed his internal muscles, tightening and releasing Kreed’s dick as he took advantage of his position and bounced up and down, riding the cock in his ass.

  “Agh…Fuck yes! Not gonna last.” Kreed growled and thrust up into him, bumping his prostate. Aaron saw stars, almost lost the delicious rhythm he’d built. He was so fucking close. He was caught between needing to come and wanting it to last forever as Kreed’s grip tightened on his cock.

  “Fuck me harder.” Aaron reached behind him, threading his fingers in Kreed’s hair to anchor himself and let Kreed take over. Every thrust drove the breath from Aaron’s burning lungs. He slammed down on Kreed’s dick and worked his hips back and forth. Pressure built in his spine and his balls. Sin’s steady strokes on his prick drove him to the brink. That thick cock pushing against his prostate… Lips grazed the side of his neck right before Kreed sealed his mouth against Aaron’s skin and bit. Fuck yes! He bucked, his ass clenching as his orgasm flamed through his body and drew his balls up tight.

  “God, yes…Sin!” Hot come hit his stomach and chest as he struggled to draw air into his lungs. The rhythm of Kreed’s thrusts increased. The hand on his dick stroked faster, harder, drawing out his release.

  “Ahh. So close…gonna…fuck!” Kreed gasped when his body stiffened. The cock in his ass jerked as the deputy came. Heavy breaths ghosted over his ear as he melted back against Kreed to catch his breath. Kreed released his dick and wrapped strong arms around him, holding him tightly in the cool night air, as their breathing returned to normal. Firm lips pressed against his temple.

  “You were amazing. And I was right about one thing.”

  “Hmm…what’s that?” Aaron tilted his head to the side as he turned to look at Kreed.

  “I’ve never had a lap dance like that.” Kreed waggled his brows and pushed his hips up, his half-erect cock sending a twinge of electric energy through Aaron’s ass, making him clench again in response.

  “It’s a first for me too.” He lifted his chin, and Kreed captured his lips in a slow drawn-out kiss. Aaron groaned when Kreed’s softening cock slid out of him as he shifted positions.

  “Can you stand?” Kreed helped h
im up then picked up his shirt off the beach and used it to clean the come off Aaron’s stomach and chest. He removed the condom, tied it off, and pushed it into an empty beer bottle before dropping down in the sand and tugging Aaron down too.

  They both settled on an oversized beach towel in front of the fire. Kreed wrapped protectively around him, holding him as if his life depended on the contact. Nothing felt as good as being in this moment with this man.

  ~~~

  The big arm draped over Aaron’s body held tighter as he tried to roll over. His half executed turn had him wedged against Kreed’s warm chest. Normally, that was a sexy as hell move, one that would keep him there and lull him back to sleep, but not this morning. His head slid from Kreed’s chest, and his face pressed into the deputy’s armpit. All that hair tickled his skin and made it impossible to breathe.

  Aaron pulled his head away only to have Kreed force him back, moving in such a way that he became Kreed’s body pillow. Those beefy arms and legs embraced him tighter, and Kreed nuzzled into Aaron’s hair. He arched his large, hard body, grinding his rigid cock against the front of Aaron’s thigh before a soft snore made him smile.

  He wasn’t sure if it were his extreme cotton mouth or the squawking of the birds that was the final straw. Aaron rolled onto his back, trying to shift away from Kreed, who was still snoring loudly. He squinted, forcing his eyes partially open. The sun was almost too much to bear. He lifted a palm, shielding his eyes, and tried again. His eyes wouldn’t cooperate and remained nothing more than slits as he looked around. Shit, they were still outside.

  “What’s wrong? Why are you moving so much?” Kreed asked, finally waking up and turning toward him. Aaron rolled to his side to look at Kreed, his movement happened to be too fast and made his queasy stomach roil.

  “What the hell happened last night?” Aaron asked, fully pushing at Kreed, who fought to keep him there.