Sev reached up and unzipped Laine’s jeans, tapping his thigh so Laine lifted his hips. The jeans and boxer briefs were tossed to the floor, and Sev’s kneeling position gave him a view that had his dick leaking pre-cum. Sev pushed Laine’s thighs farther apart, then stared at the fat cock and heavy balls that were only inches from his face. The dark, wrinkled skin of Laine’s sac kept drawing Sev’s gaze. He finally braced his hands on Laine’s upper thighs and bent over so he could lap at the furry globes.
The musky scent of his lover filled Sev, and Laine’s moans spurred him on. Sev sucked one nut into his mouth, pulling gently and rolling his tongue over it. Laine’s thighs trembled then tightened under his hands and Sev hummed, knowing the vibrations would send bursts of heat throughout his lover’s body. Laine bucked, his ass rising off the bed as he moaned, fists twisting in the sheets.
“Sev, shit!”
It was more of a gasp than a plea, but Sev would get him there. Sev gave Laine’s balls a last lick then pushed himself up. He took a minute to appreciate the beautiful display of Laine spread out before him, his big cockhead glistening with moisture, a string of pre-cum bridging the gap from crown to stomach. Laine’s hands were clenched tightly around fistfuls of sheets, the veins in his arms and neck standing out. Breath coming in pants, Laine lips were parted, his eyes almost closed as he stared back at Sev.
Sev scrubbed the heel of his hand over his dick, aching with the need to gorge on his lover. He forced himself to take a step back, then another.
“Move to the centere of the bed.” Sev freed his cock with a flick of his fingers. “Put your arms over your head and grab the headboard.” He waited until Laine complied, enjoying the smooth glide of muscles as the man followed Sev’s orders. Once Laine was in place, Sev removed his own clothes then walked over to the dresser, feeling Laine’s gaze on him, and picked up Laine’s handcuffs before turning back to face his lover.
Laine’s eyes flared open as a flush spread over his chest and up to his cheeks. The sound he made as he sucked in air went straight to Sev’s balls and he arched an eyebrow in surprise. He’d thought Laine was just giving him this, maybe as a way to prove that he did trust Sev. Looking at Laine, watching him tremble, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, his cock bobbing and his eyes blazing, Sev knew that this was more than just something Laine was doing for him. Laine wanted this, maybe even needed it—and he was for damn sure getting off on it.
Sev reached down and squeezed the base of his cock, afraid he’d shoot before he ever got the cuffs on Laine. The move wasn’t lost on Laine, his lips curling up on one side in a heart-stopping grin. Sev gave him a narrow-eyed look, then let go of his dick and sauntered back to the bed, smiling himself when Laine’s grin faltered, his gaze locking on to Sev’s cock.
“Damn, Sheriff, you look so fucking sexy.” Sev crawled onto the bed and straddled Laine’s hips, moaning when he moved and their cocks brushed together. He made himself focus on his plan rather than the desire to grind against Laine as he reached above Laine’s head for his wrists. Sev couldn’t resist the offer of those parted lips, though, and stopped shimmying up the hard body underneath him to devour Laine’s mouth, claiming him with tongue and teeth. Laine’s fingers buried in his hair snapped Sev out of the kiss and he sat up, slapping a cuff around the offending wrist and pulling it back up above Laine’s head.
“I don’t think so.” Sev meant to sound firm, but it came out more of a purr that flooded Laine’s eyes with need. Sev wound the empty cuff and chain through the slat in the headboard, then snapped it around Laine’s other wrist. He stroked his hands down Laine’s forearms to his biceps, then over his shoulders.
“Look at you, Laine. God, you have no idea…” Sev certainly hadn’t had any idea, but the image of his lover cuffed to the bed was giving him thousands now.
Laine arched his back and squirmed, his legs shifting behind Sev. “Sev—”
Sev scooted back until Laine’s cock was rubbing against his hole. At first contact of his thick cockhead against Sev’s opening, Laine’s arms jerked, rattling the headboard.
“Sev—”
Sev rocked against the hard flesh, the copious amount of pre-cum making a slick path in the crease of his ass.
“Sev.”Laine’s voice was strained, strung tight. “I need—”
“I know what you need.” Sev slithered farther down Laine’s body, then sucked his cock down deep as Laine bucked and yelled, thrusting into Sev’s throat. One hand circled the base of Laine’s cock, the other held his balls, tugging them away from Laine’s body. Sev wanted to tease, to slick a finger and slide it into Laine’s tight hole, but they were both too on edge. He bobbed his head, tongue swirling around the shaft in his mouth, teasing the underside of the crown as the handcuffs rattled and the headboard jostled and thunked the wall. He glanced up to see the cuffs biting hard into Laine’s wrists, his lover straining as he writhed on the bed. Sev pulled off Laine’s cock with a lascivious slurping sound, releasing his grasp with his hands as well.
“Laine, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Sev’s stomach pitched as he saw the deep red marks on his lover’s wrists. He’d intended to play, not hurt the man! “Let me get the key before—”
“No!” Laine’s harsh command stopped Sev before he got off the bed. “You fucking finish this, Sev. Now!”
“But—” Sev shut up when he flicked a glance at Laine. There was no sign of pain, only the same clawing need that Sev felt. The fact that Laine had just snatched back the control with his snarled demand didn’t bother Sev once he saw that Laine was hurting in the best way possible. Sev reached across to the nightstand and grabbed the lube and a condom. He popped the top open on the lube and slicked a light coating over Laine’s cock before ripping open the condom package and rolling it down the hard length. Another dollop of lube, spread over the condom, then Sev coated the fingers of both hands. One trailed down, over Laine’s balls and lower still until he traced the wrinkled ring of Laine’s hole.
He checked and saw Laine sucking on his lower lip, the flush still high on his chest and cheeks. Sev teased the puckered opening, pressing and rubbing until the tip of his finger slipped in. Laine drew his legs up, bending them at the knee until his heels rested by his ass cheeks. Taking the move for the request that it was, Sev spread his own knees and reached behind himself, working two fingers into his hole as he penetrated Laine deeper with his other hand.
The sounds coming from Laine were twisting Sev’s guts with the need to fuck. The tight clench of Laine’s ring around his finger was stealing Sev’s ability to think. Sev pumped his fingers into his own ass as he carefully pushed another digit into Laine. The resultant yell from Laine as well as an ominous popping sound from the headboard told Sev it was enough, yet not. He slipped his fingers free from Laine first, then himself, and pushed Laine’s legs down.
“Sev, please…” God, could Laine’s voice sound any rawer?
“Just sit back, I’ve got you.” Sev lined Laine’s cock up to his hole and bore down, his back arching as he took the big cock into his ass. Sev ran his hands over his chest, pinching his nipples, knowing the image would drive Laine wild, shatter his control, and that was what Sev wanted.
Knees spread, Sev rode Laine slowly, his inner muscles clamping down, trying to keep Laine’s thick length buried deep inside. Pleasure coursed from Sev’s channel to his balls, then coiled in his stomach as he slid back down, the crinkly hairs surrounding Laine’s cock rubbing against Sev’s ass. He kept the rhythm deep and easy, almost rocking until Laine whimpered. The sound shot straight to Sev’s dick, which spurted out a warning.
“Now.” Sev arched his neck, pushing down to take that big cock inside again.
“Yesss.” Laine hissed the word as Sev’s ass swallowed Laine’s dick. Laine pulled against the cuffs, his own neck arching until only his shoulders and the crown of his head rested on the pillows. “Sev, God, please…”
Sev hadn’t known how much he wanted to hear La
ine beg until it happened. With a throaty groan, he fell forward, arms braced on Laine’s shoulders, and began riding his lover hard and fast. Sweat slicked their skin, making for a slippery ride as Sev’s hands lost their grip more than once. Laine bent his legs, the position providing him with the ability to thrust harder. Sev’s eyes rolled back in his head as Laine’s hip bones slammed against Sev’s ass, driving Laine’s cock in deep. It was unlike anything he’d ever imagined, raw and rough—and perfect.
Thighs burning from the strain, Sev took Laine again and again, fueled by his lover’s coarse words and breaths, his own burning need. His passage rippled around Laine’s length, squeezing and clamping so tight Sev couldn’t move as cum spewed from his dick. The sight of the first creamy rope on Laine’s neck short-circuited Sev’s brain. All he could do was feel the pulsing in his ass, the swelling of Laine’s cock as his lover shouted, eyes wide instead of closing. Another burst of spunk hit Laine’s chest, an answering throb from Laine’s dick inside Sev, and Sev felt his vision dim. It seemed that he came and came, each jet of seed matched by the shaft in his body, and when it finally stopped, Sev found himself collapsed on Laine’s chest, his body trembling as he gasped for air.
The rattle of metal on wood registered in the recesses of Sev’s mind, and he pushed himself up on shaky arms. Laine’s eyes were closed, his chest heaving and his lips parted—
“Oh God. Laine, your wrists…” Sev was up and moving, at least having enough forethought to grab the base of the condom before he dismounted from Laine’s cock. He pulled the condom off, tied it and tossed it in the small trashcan by the dresser. Sev found the key for the cuffs and hurried back to the bed, his hands shaking when he saw the red marks on Laine’s wrists.
“Laine, I didn’t mean for you to be hurt. Fuck.” Sev’s throat tightened until the last word came out as a squeak. He unlocked the cuffs and reached for Laine’s arms and quickly found himself on his back, held tight as Laine stole whatever words Sev had intended to speak with a bruising kiss. Something hot and wet tickled his temples, but it wasn’t until Laine drew back and pressed soft kisses from the corners of his eyes, tracing the wet paths there, that Sev grasped what had happened. He squeezed his eyes shut, mortified at being such a pussy, wishing he’d never cuffed Laine in the first place. What was he trying to prove, anyway?
“Hey, Sev.” Laine nudged Sev, rubbing his cheek against Sev’s before raising his head. “Open your eyes.”
Feeling ten kinds of a fool, Sev pried his eyes open, the tender expression from Laine greeting him.
“You stop feeling bad, okay? There’s no call for it.”
Sev tried to turn, tried to get a look at either of Laine’s wrists, only to have Laine’s hands frame his face and force him to meet his lover’s eyes. “I…I didn’t think, should have padded the cuffs or something, not used the damned things to be—”
Laine’s laughter cut Sev off. “Oh honey, you didn’t do anything wrong, though I’ll concede that maybe next time we should wrap my wrists first.”
Next time? Holy fuck! And honey? Sev’s mind spun with the promise of a next time and the endearment as Laine continued.
“You did everything exactly right, blew my damn mind. I can promise you, I did not feel the least bit of pain while you were fucking my brains out—or when you were doing anything else to torment me before you finally let me into your tight ass.”
Sev’s eyes nearly bugged out as he watched Laine’s mouth speaking those words. It was as if the bit of bondage had freed something inside his lover, and the words the man was speaking were sending Sev’s blood flowing back to his dick as Laine’s verbal seduction, intentional or not, stroked over Sev.
“And when you did seat yourself on my dick and ride me, I swear to God, I felt it from the tip of my cock to my toes and the top of my head, and everywhere in between. I’ve never…” Laine planted a series of kisses along Sev’s cheek. “Ever, felt anything like that before. So, there’s some marks on my wrists, and every time I see them, you know what’s gonna happen?’
“I… Maybe?”
“You do, I can tell by the way your dick is hard and pressing into me, and by the way your skin is heating, darkening on your cheeks.” Laine’s grin was doing all sorts of things to Sev, burning him in ways he couldn’t begin to describe. “So tell me.”
The press of a thick cock against inner thigh prodded Sev to answer. “You’re going to get hard.” Laine’s hips pumped and he pressed the head of his cock to Sev’s hole. “You’re going to think about fucking me, fast and hard, me riding you until you scream.”
Laine closed his eyes and groaned, his tip spreading Sev, pushing but not quite entering fully. Sev could feel the heat of Laine’s cock, wanted to feel every bulge, every vein—
“Laine.” God, Sev didn’t want to say anything, wanted to feel every bit of his lover, feel him shoot deep inside. “Laine, condom?”
“Mmm.” Laine stilled, not pushing any farther. Sev was glad Laine had the sense to stop. He wouldn’t have been able to say no if Laine had wanted to fuck him raw. “Let’s take this to the shower. You grab those.” He gestured to the nightstand where the condoms and lube were kept. “I can tell you I’m negative, and I told you earlier that I trust you.” Laine pushed himself up and crawled over Sev to the edge of the bed. He stood and smiled down at Sev. “Come on, let’s get wet.” Then he turned and headed to the guest bathroom, leaving Sev to wonder if that had been an offer or what.
While he had always practiced safe sex, and he believed Laine, Sev would never take a chance of hurting his lover again. He might be inexperienced at relationships, but even he knew he didn’t want to put the man he loved at risk. Sev grabbed a condom and the lube, wondering at how easy it was to let oneself love the right person, and padded after Laine.
Chapter Twelve
Laine slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Sev as he did so. The man was curled on his side, one hand tucked under his chin, the other clutching a pillow to his chest. He was tempted to wake him, to spend hours making love until they were both too exhausted to move but, more than he wanted to sate them both, Laine wanted Sev safe. Thinking about finding Sev’s body butchered and violated as Conner’s had been was unbearable. It might very well kill him—it would definitely crush his soul.
The strength of what he felt for Sev was awe-inspiring, and he knew it for the precious gift it was. Laine quietly gathered his clothes and boots, along with his gear and, with a last look at the man he loved, opened the door and stepped into the hallway. He dressed quickly, uncaring of the fact that Zeke or Brendon might find him, but needing to find McAlister and put the man away. Laine had just buckled his belt and was tugging on a boot when Zeke appeared in the hallway.
“You sneaking out or something?”
Laine finished putting on his boots and gestured for Zeke to follow him into the living room before he answered. “Or something. Sev doesn’t need to be worrying, and he will. Better to let him sleep.”
Zeke looked at him like he was an oar short of a pair. “Don’t you think he ought to be able to decide that for himself? Brendon would be pissed if I did what you’re doing.”
“Brendon would kick your ass, babe.” The man himself stepped into the room and pointed at Laine. “And I will help Sev kick yours, if he needs my help, when you get back.”
Laine nodded. “Okay. As long as he’s safe, and I get back, he can do whatever he wants.”
Zeke looked Brendon with astonishment. “You’re taking his side? Even though if I did it—”
Brendon shushed him with a hand gesture. “But it’s not you, and I know why Laine feels he has to do this. Why he has to keep Sev safe.” Brendon pinned Laine with his big brown eyes, and Laine nodded again. Brendon got it. Laine picked up his Stetson from the hutch and put it on.
“So what makes it okay, then?” Zeke sounded confused, and a little exasperated.
“I’ll check in off and on,” Laine informed them as he opened the door.
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“You do that,” came from Zeke, with Brendon chiming in, “Of course you will.”
“Now, Zeke, how would you feel if a psycho had killed your lover years ago, and was back, and you’d just found the love of your life?” Laine heard Brendon explain as he shut the door.
Yep, Brendon got it.
* * * *
Matt snagged his cell phone out of its belt clip as he pulled into his usual parking spot, not even checking the number, knowing intuitively it would be his boss.
“Morning, Sheriff.”
“Yeah. Matt, where are you?”
“In the parking lot at work, why? Something wrong?” No one was late yet…
“I don’t know. I can’t get hold of Rich, his cell is going straight to voicemail and no one is answering the phone in his room. Might be nothing, he could be at the café, or… Shit. Can you go check? You can get there before me.”
An icy dread had settled over Matt. He tried to tell himself he was a melodramatic idiot, but he couldn’t shake it as he shifted into reverse and turned around, heading for the hotel. “Well, he’s a city boy, maybe he— I just passed the café, his car isn’t there.” And that bad feeling was growing, weighing on Matt until he wondered how he could breathe.
“Shit. Matt, I don’t like this. No matter what you think, Rich is a smart cop. He wouldn’t turn his phone off or let the battery die, and he wouldn’t do anything else irresponsible. You two may hate each other, but he’s—”
Matt’s gut clenched hard as he pulled in at the hotel. “I know, I do. We’re just different. Fuck, Laine,” Matt dropped the title, propriety be damned. “His car isn’t here, either.” Matt unbuckled and opened the door, shutting it quietly behind him.
“You stay right there. I’ll be there in under ten minutes. I’m going to hang up and keep trying Rich’s cell. You try the room number. I’ll text it to you.”
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