by K. C. Wells
Drake gave a rueful laugh. “Oh yes. Otherwise I’m sure she’d have been on the phone to you first thing Monday, Morgan,” he said, nodding at the guy to Jordan’s right.
Laughter broke out at that. Morgan Chambers was a divorce lawyer who practiced on Long Island.
“And we won’t be able to repeat this tomorrow evening for the party,” Belinda added. “We’re expecting another fifteen guests, so we’ll have a full house.” She grinned at Jordan. “Mara’s already dying to meet you.”
Brady squeezed his thigh under the table, his lips twitching.
Jordan didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking. He leaned in close and whispered, “Good thing you’ll be here, right?”
Brady chuckled, then straightened his face. “I think it’ll be great. I hear she’s already on the lookout for husband number three. Your luck might be in.”
Jordan narrowed his gaze. “You are not helping,” he muttered.
Brady grinned.
After coffee, they sat around and listened to Drake playing the piano, mostly easy-listening stuff that formed the backdrop to the conversations. Brady sat quietly for the most part, his hand resting lightly on Jordan’s. It was something Jordan could get used to. The kids were in their rooms, keeping out of the way, and Belinda made sure her guests lacked for nothing. She sat next to Brady, telling him about the various charities she was involved in, and he asked lots of questions, his attention focused on her.
It came as a shock when the other guests began to take their leave, and Jordan realized how late it had gotten. It wasn’t long before the house was quiet, with only their hosts, him, and Brady left.
Belinda took a swift look around the room, then smiled. “I’m going to bed, guys. I’ll do a cleanup first thing in the morning. No one is expected to turn up here until late in the afternoon, so there’ll be plenty of time. And you don’t need to get up early, all right? Breakfast will be whenever you surface. There’s no rush.” She smiled. “I’ll make sure the kids aren’t too noisy. They’re across the hallway from you.”
Drake stuck his head around the door. “Good night. Sleep well.” He gave Jordan a wicked grin.
Belinda rolled her eyes. “Turn out the lights when you’re ready for bed. See you in the morning.” She gave Drake a mock glare. “Bedroom. Now. Before you embarrass Jordan and Brady any more than you already have.” With a shake of her head, she pulled him from the room by his elbow.
Brady chuckled. “I do like her.”
Belinda was the last thing on Jordan’s mind right then. He got to his feet and held out a hand. “Ready for bed?” His heartbeat sped up, and he felt like he was in his late teens all over again, about to—
Holy hell. The possibilities that arose in his mind….
Brady regarded him with large bronze-colored eyes, his lips parted. “Sure.” The word came out as a whisper. He got to his feet unhurriedly, released Jordan’s hand, and went over to switch off the various lamps that stood around the room. When they were in darkness but for the lamplight that spilled from the hallway, Brady stood still.
Jordan didn’t want to wait a moment longer. He held out his hand once more, clasping Brady’s, and without a word, led him to their bedroom.
Chapter Fifteen
BY the time they got inside the room, Brady was almost vibrating with need. All evening, he’d sat next to Jordan, aware of his scent, the woodsy cologne that always stirred Brady’s senses. The memory of the kisses they’d shared only served to ramp up his desire, but he did his best to keep it at simmering point. The fact that Jordan had returned his kiss?
There was Brady’s green light right there. If he had the nerve to make that move….
Jordan closed the door and flicked on the light. “Alone at last,” he said in a joking tone.
“Thank God,” Brady muttered, looping his arms around Jordan’s neck and claimed his mouth in a fierce kiss. His heartbeat stuttered when Jordan froze for a second, but then Jordan’s hands were on his back, his ass, while his tongue took possession of Brady’s mouth, and Brady wanted to shout for joy. Yes!
Jordan walked him backward toward the bed, and they both tumbled onto it, their arms around each other, lips still locked in that kiss. God, the taste of him…. Brady wound his fingers through Jordan’s hair and held on as Jordan kissed him fervently. The question of whether Jordan wanted this was superfluous when he rolled on top of Brady and began to rock against him, soft sounds pouring from his lips, sounds Brady fed back to him, both of them seemingly lost in a fog of desire.
This had to be a dream, one Brady was afraid would end all too soon. He let go of Jordan’s head and went for his shirt, his fingers slipping as he hurried to free the buttons.
Jordan broke the kiss, grinning. “What’s your hurry? We have all night.” Firmly, he took hold of Brady’s hands and brought them to his shoulders. He lowered his head until his lips brushed Brady’s, and Brady sighed into a kiss that made his toes curl. Jordan appeared to have lost his previous sense of urgency, his hands stroking Brady’s neck and face as they kissed. Brady held on to him, fully invested in the kiss, his heartbeat returning to something near normal.
This was heaven. Languid, sensual heaven. And he didn’t want it to end.
JORDAN smiled against Brady’s lips as he felt him melt into the mattress. He still couldn’t believe this was happening, and his only thought was that it was a moment to savor. How long have I wanted this? Long enough that he was going to take his time, to make sure it was good for both of them.
When he was sure Brady was relaxed, Jordan sat up, straddling him. “Undressing a man should never be hurried,” he said with a smile as he slowly unbuttoned Brady’s shirt. He trailed his fingers down to where a stiff nipple pushed against the soft fabric and brushed over it, loving the way Brady shivered. “Anticipation is half the fun. Slowly unwrapping you, revealing this beautiful body…. Enjoying the sight of you, the way you smell, the feel of your skin….” Jordan slipped his hand under the shirt, seeking Brady’s warm flesh, the softness of the light covering of hair on his chest, the taut nipple that he couldn’t wait to taste….
Brady closed his eyes and sighed. “Love how your hands feel on me.”
Jordan smiled. “Wait until you feel my mouth.” With that, he pushed aside the fabric, leaned forward, and closed his lips around a warm, hard little nub. Brady’s breathing hitched, and he pressed his hands gently to Jordan’s head, holding him there. Jordan was aware of Brady moving beneath him, hips rolling in an almost imperceptible undulation, his chest rising and falling, his fingers brushing over Jordan’s scalp. Jordan ran his tongue around the nipple, feeling the flesh pebble, goose bumps spreading over Brady’s chest in a slow tide.
“Jordan? Kiss me?”
Jordan didn’t hesitate. He brought their mouths together in a gentle fusion of lips and tongues, Brady’s hands on his back, rubbing slowly, exploring him. When they parted, Jordan resumed his unveiling, pulling Brady up into a sitting position as he slipped the soft shirt off his shoulders, kissing the bare skin as it was revealed, inch by inch. Brady inclined his head to one side, and Jordan took the hint, slowly kissing his neck, tracing a line with his tongue from his collarbone to his earlobe. A shudder rippled through Brady, and Jordan sucked on the warm skin, Brady’s musky scent filling his nostrils. When he paused and straightened, Brady let out a sound that spoke of disapproval.
Jordan laughed quietly. “What—am I not allowed to undress?”
Brady grinned. “Only if I’m the one taking off your clothes. And I got the memo—take my time.” He reached up and leisurely began to unbutton Jordan’s shirt, his earlier urgency fled.
“When I saw you that afternoon at the spa, I couldn’t take my eyes off you,” Jordan admitted. The sight of smooth skin, a glimpse of that lean body as he’d undressed, that firm, round ass….
Brady blinked. “When? You weren’t looking at me.”
“How would you know? You turned your back on
me in the changing room.” He grinned. “Talk about a delicious view.”
Brady let out a low gasp. “You were looking?”
Jordan snorted. “Like you weren’t looking at me?” He cocked his head to one side. “Did you like what you saw?”
“God, yes.” Brady bit his lip. “I didn’t mean for that to sound so….”
Jordan laughed again, then leaned forward and kissed him, a slow, lingering kiss that sent warmth flooding through him. When he straightened, he ran a hand over Brady’s chest, and again that delicious hitch in Brady’s breath was music to his ears.
This is going to be so good.
Brady resumed his unbuttoning. “You distracted me,” he said accusingly.
Jordan leaned closer to brush his lips over Brady’s ear. “And just in case you’re interested, I really liked what I saw. So much so that I can’t wait to see you naked again. Only this time, I get to see all of you. Touch you.” He traced the curve of Brady’s ear with his tongue. “Taste you.” His hands were on Brady’s back, stroking the soft skin. “Explore you.” And because he couldn’t resist, he gently pushed Brady onto his back and left a trail of kisses down his torso, feeling the muscles in Brady’s abs quiver beneath his lips. When Jordan reached the waistband of his jeans, he shifted position, kneeling on the floor, and pulled Brady closer to the edge of the bed. Jordan nimbly freed the button and lowered the zipper before tugging at the jeans, his need growing inside him, filling him with heat. Brady wriggled, trying to help him, and finally he was naked.
Tossing the jeans aside, Jordan lifted Brady’s legs and kissed him from the soles of his feet to the back of his knees before placing Brady’s legs on his shoulders. Brady stretched up, grabbed a cushion, and shoved it under his head, his gaze locked on Jordan.
“Please,” he whispered. “Jordan….”
Jordan grinned. “Commando? Were we feeling lucky?”
Brady rolled his eyes. “No—we happen to go commando sometimes. Now put that mouth to some good use?” He grabbed his stiff dick—fuck, it was gorgeous, about six inches, thick, and with a vein along the side that Jordan longed to tease with his tongue—around the base and held it upright, presenting it for Jordan’s attention.
Like Jordan could ignore that invitation.
He leaned forward and engulfed the head of Brady’s cock, loving how Brady immediately pushed up with his hips, trying to go deeper. Jordan placed his hands on them, holding Brady down while he took his time licking up the shaft from root to tip.
Brady made a plaintive noise, hips pushing against Jordan’s grip.
Jordan chuckled around a mouth full of dick and kept up his slow-and-steady cock worship. He sucked on the head before taking him deep, until his nose was buried in Brady’s pubes, the smell of him rich and male. Brady’s mix of a growl and a gasp was comical. Jordan slid his lips up and down the shaft, varying his speed and pressure, until Brady was writhing, a constant flow of sounds tumbling from his mouth.
Brady pushed hard on Jordan’s shoulders, sending him backward onto the rug, then dove off the bed, going for Jordan’s pants, his glistening dick bobbing stiffly as he fumbled with the zipper. Jordan’s cock pushed against his briefs, bulging through the opened fly, and Brady was on it, molding his mouth around its girth through the cotton.
Jordan groaned at the heat of that mouth. “God, yes.” He ignored the fact that he was lying on his back on the rug, his entire world narrowing to his dick. Jordan freed his shaft, but Brady was already pulling at his pants, removing them, taking his briefs with them in a tangled mess of fabric. Then Jordan arched up off the floor when Brady deep-throated him with ease.
Holy hell. The suction was goddamn perfect. Jordan grabbed Brady’s head and held him there while he pumped his hips, sliding in and out of that hot, wet mouth. When Brady pulled free, it was only the knowledge that the kids were across the hallway that kept Jordan from shouting. Instead he resorted to a growl that sounded exactly like Brady’s.
“Gimme a sec,” Brady gasped, before swinging around to straddle his head. He pushed down on the base of his cock, sliding it between Jordan’s lips, and Jordan lost no time in taking him deep. Brady’s breath warmed Jordan’s dick, Jordan sighed with pleasure when wet heat engulfed him, and then they were both in motion. Brady’s hips snapped as he drove his cock deep, while he sucked hard on Jordan’s dick, head bobbing, picking up speed. Jordan’s hips were engaged in a similar motion as he tilted and pushed up to meet each bob of Brady’s head. Jordan grabbed Brady’s ass, squeezing the firm cheeks, rubbing his finger over Brady’s hole.
Brady forced out a groan around his cock and sucked harder, pulling gently on Jordan’s balls. The heat, the friction, the wet sounds that filled the room…. Jordan knew he was getting close, only he wasn’t about to shoot his load down Brady’s throat.
Jordan released Brady’s shaft, sliding his hand up and down its length. “Did you bring condoms?” He hadn’t planned for this.
Brady pulled free of his dick, scrambled to his feet, and grabbed his bag from beside the bed. “There’s one, I think. I hope.”
Jordan chuckled as Brady delved deep into a black bag before triumphantly holding up a single square. “Thank God for that.” Before he could say another word, Brady launched himself facedown onto the bed, spread his legs, and tilted his ass.
Jordan laughed and smacked one asscheek. “Subtle. Very subtle.”
Brady raised himself up onto his elbows and twisted to stare at Jordan over his shoulder. “Who gives a flying leap about being subtle? Get over here, put that on, and get inside me.” He wiggled his ass in invitation, then threw the condom onto the bed. “Come on, because after that it’s my turn.”
Jordan laughed again. “I guess taking our time didn’t work.” Then Brady’s words sank in. His turn? He uttered a silent prayer of thanks.
Brady rolled onto his back and pumped his cock. “Not now. Not when I want you so badly.” There was an edge to his voice, the faintest tremor, but Jordan caught it.
He got onto the bed and crawled up Brady’s body until their faces were inches apart. “I want you too,” he whispered. “And I hate to break it to you, but your turn will have to wait. One condom, remember?”
Brady wrapped his legs around Jordan’s waist and locked his arms around Jordan’s neck. “Then isn’t it a good thing I’m a patient man?” Their lips connected in another leisurely kiss. Jordan slipped his arms beneath Brady, aware of the tension seeping from him, a wave of calm covering them both like a blanket.
Some things couldn’t be rushed.
BRADY curved his hand around Jordan’s cheek. “Let’s take it slow, okay? I want to remember this, remember how it feels to have you inside me.”
Jordan nodded. “I can do slow. At least, to begin with.” His eyes sparkled. “I don’t know how long this is going to last, because I’m already too damn close.”
Brady pulled him down into a long, drawn-out kiss, their tongues meeting as they explored each other. When the thought struck him, he froze. “Oh God. Lube. I don’t have any. Do you?”
Jordan stilled instantly. “Aw, crap.”
“We could make do with spit.” Brady didn’t much like the idea. Been there, done that, and he still recalled how much it had hurt. But he was willing to try, because this was Jordan, for God’s sake, and despite making it clear he wanted to be inside Jordan, Brady had no idea if he’d ever get this chance again. He was a realist: he knew that for Jordan, this was just sex. They were there; they were horny… it was a no-brainer.
For Brady, it was way more than that. This was sex with the guy he was in love with.
Jordan scanned his face. “I know this is going to sound really personal, but—”
Brady snickered. “We’re naked, we’re about to—I think that’s about as personal as it gets, don’t you?”
Jordan had to concede he had a point. “How long has it been for you?”
Brady got where he was going. He sighed. “Long enough that sp
it wouldn’t cut it.”
Jordan cocked his head. “Got any moisturizer in that bag of yours?”
“Sure, but you can’t use that. Not with latex.”
Jordan smiled. “Just get it, please?” He knelt up, and Brady rolled over to reach toward the side of the bed. He handed Jordan the tube, and Jordan kissed him lightly. “Turn onto your front.”
Brady did as instructed, his breathing quickening when Jordan moved behind him, his warm hands on Brady’s thighs as he gently spread him. There was the snick of the tube’s cap, then a moment later, slick hands pulled his cheeks apart and an equally slick finger sank slowly into him.
“Oh.” The sound was torn from him. Brady clutched the comforter beneath him, lying still while Jordan gently fingered him, an unhurried motion accompanied by the sound of Jordan’s hand working his own dick.
Brady wanted to look, but somehow it was hotter not to see. He closed his eyes and listened to Jordan’s breathing as it grew more rapid, the erotic sound of hand on cock matching it. Then another finger slid into him, and Brady moaned with the pleasure of it all.
He tilted his ass higher and was rewarded when Jordan’s fingers encountered his prostate. “There. Right there.” God, the angle was perfect.
“How you look right now,” Jordan said in a low voice. “Pushing back onto my fingers. Getting faster.”
Brady rocked back and forth, the heat in him blossoming with every brush of Jordan’s fingertips inside him. “Wish it was your cock inside me,” he whispered. His body ached for that.
Jordan shifted, his chest pressing against Brady’s back, his breath tickling Brady’s ear. “And it will be. I promise. Just not tonight.” He moved his fingers faster, pushing them deeper. “Believe me, I want to be inside you. I want to be buried in this hot, tight hole.”