by Lynn Hagen
I stayed on edge the entire time as Roland talked about work, asked how I was doing, and kept his damn hands to himself. I’d inched closer, and although Roland hadn’t moved away, he didn’t acknowledge our closeness. I opened my mouth a few times to invite him back to my place, but I wasn’t able to work up the courage.
“I think it’s time I headed home.” Roland ruffled my hair and left me standing there completely speechless as I watched him head out the door.
* * * *
I’d just stepped into my house and locked the door when someone rang the doorbell. I prayed it wasn’t Mrs. Algona. While I adored my elderly neighbor, she loved to work me to death with exhausting tasks she couldn’t do herself. I didn’t mind helping her, but tonight I just wanted to soak in a bath and forget my love life truly sucked.
But I didn’t have it in me to turn her down. She had no family, no sons to come over and check on her. Her husband had died two years prior, and I knew the tasks she gave me were her way of staving off loneliness.
Putting a smile on my face that I honestly didn’t feel, I swung the door open. But Mrs. Algona wasn’t on my doorstep.
“Roland?” He’d only ever come over here with Cage. I looked past him to see if my brother was in the driveway, but all I saw was his black Charger sitting behind my sensible sedan. “Is something wrong? Is Cage all right?”
I’d just left my brother’s. If anything had happened to him…
For the first time since I’d met Roland, he looked uncertain. “Cage is fine. Do you mind if I come in?”
I stepped aside and waved him in before closing the door behind him. My heart thumped so hard it hurt my chest. I couldn’t imagine why Roland had stopped by, so I said the first thing that came to mind. “Do you want something to drink?”
“Got any whiskey?”
With a nod, I went to my liquor cabinet and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels. I also grabbed two glasses and set them down and poured each of us three fingers’ worth.
When I turned to take Roland the tumbler, he was standing right behind me. I nearly dropped the glass, but Roland grabbed it and took a step back.
“What brings you over here?” I hoped it was for sex but knew better. I waved to my sofa. “Do you want to have a seat?”
“How about we sit on your patio?” Without waiting for an answer, he strode away.
I scratched my head, shrugged, and followed. The sun had set, filling my backyard with darkness, but it was still warm out. I lit the torches on either side of the patio and took a seat at my glass-and-nickel–finish table.
Roland moved his chair closer to mine. My stomach fluttered as I gripped my glass tighter. What was he up to? Why the impromptu visit? All kinds of scenarios raced through my mind. Was he here to tell me to stop chasing him, that he’d always see me as Cage’s younger brother and that I was wasting my time? But I hadn’t even flirted with him tonight. Hell, I’d been proud of myself for my restraint.
Or…oh God. I’d never seen him with a date before. I had no clue if Roland was even gay. Was that why he’d shot me down every single time over the years, because he was straight?
My heart plummeted as I looked everywhere but at him. If he was straight, my fantasies would crash and burn. Life would no longer hold any meaning for me. His gorgeous body and good looks would be such a tragic waste.
For fuck’s sake, stop being so dramatic.
I forced myself to calm down and stop thinking of the worst-case scenario.
Roland cleared his throat, then gave a short, deep chuckle. “Wow, I can’t believe how nervous I am.”
Roland, nervous? Seriously? I’d never seen him act any way but in control, commanding, and self-assured. “Why are you nervous?”
“About why I came here.” Roland swallowed his drink in one gulp, hissed, then set his glass aside.
I arched a brow. “That bad?”
“No.” Roland shook his head, swiped his hand over it, and let out a long breath. “Just long overdue.”
“You’re not making any sense.” I set my untouched glass aside. “And to be honest, you’re worrying me.”
Roland moved his chair again. This time he sat directly in front of me. He leaned forward and took one of my hands in both of his. Either I was about to be the happiest man on the planet or I was about to be the most devastated.
“Talk to me, Roland.”
He smiled. “I love when you say my name.”
What the who? I had to have fallen asleep. I dared not hope that he finally saw me, actually saw me. Not Cage’s kid brother, but Pedro, the man who had been craving him for the past five years.
“Ever since you became an adult, I kept telling myself you were still too young, too innocent for a guy like me.” He caressed his thumb over the back of my hand. “Not only do I lead a dangerous life, but I make a lousy boyfriend. I’m never around because my job sucks up all my time.”
My heart did summersaults.
He released my hand, stood, and paced around the patio as he ran his fingers through his blond hair. “But damn it. I can’t stop thinking about you, thinking about what it would feel like to sink balls-deep into that sexy ass of yours.”
I wanted to jump up and do a happy dance. Yeah, yeah, I was hearing him, but my dick couldn’t get past the word balls-deep. In one fluid motion, I was out of my chair and standing in front of his tall, broad body. “I’m old enough in both mind and body. I can handle anything you want.”
Desperate much? Yep, I was. The man of my dreams had just confessed to wanting me. No way would I give that up without a fight. I’d drop to my knees and suck his dick right here on the patio if only to prove how right things could be between us.
Roland rubbed the back of his neck. “But you’re Cage’s kid brother.”
I growled in frustration. “Stop calling me a kid. I’m a grown man, Roland.”
Yes, saying his name had been a pure tactical move. I was ready to use every weapon in my arsenal to get him into my bed. Using his own handcuffs against him wasn’t out of the question, either.
Roland’s gray eyes narrowed as he took my hands. “You deserve better, Peppy.”
“Pedro.” Peppy sounded too juvenile and I wanted, no, needed Roland to see me as the man I was.
I pulled my hands from his and lowered them to his waistband. I kept our gazes locked as I unfastened his belt, then his button, then finally, desperately lowered his zipper. I snaked my hand past his boxers and curled my fingers around his hard, thick dick.
Roland let out a sexy growl. “Do you know how long I’ve been dying for you to touch me?”
“For as long as I’ve been dying to touch you.” Right there in my backyard, uncaring if my neighbors caught us, I lowered to my knees and pulled his hardness free. If I didn’t do something to prove what a good lover I could be, Roland might change his mind, and I couldn’t let that happen. “For as long as I’ve been dying to taste you.”
“Shit, Pedro.” Roland clenched his jaw. “Yeah, baby, suck my dick.”
I swallowed his fat cock as soon as I took him into my mouth. His natural musk spurred me on. I palmed his nuts, weighing them in my hand, then rolled them around, tugging slightly.
“I love your mouth.” Roland hissed. “Dreamed about it.”
I bet not as much as I’d dreamed about sucking his dick. I flattened my tongue and slid it over the heavy vein that ran along the underside of his cock, licking and slobbering until I’d worked myself up. His beefy hands landed on my head, holding me as his hips thrust forward, his cock going even deeper.
“Gonna come down your throat, Pedro.” Roland grabbed my hair, pulling at it as he buried his cock deep, making the most beautiful sex noises as he came. But his dick hadn’t gone soft. It was still as hard as ever as I pulled back, licking my lips at the taste still coating my tongue.
“Tell me you have supplies.” Roland buttoned his pants, helped me to my feet, and led me inside. I pulled my wallet free. I’d stashed a condom a
nd a small packet of lube in there in hope that maybe Roland would bump his head at my brother’s and decide to fuck me.
We might not be at Cage’s, but I was definitely about to get fucked.
Instead of taking me to my bedroom, Roland bent me over the kitchen table. “Good for you?”
“Hell yes.” We could be on a bustling city block and I would’ve bent over for him. The location didn’t matter. Not when I’d wanted this stud for five long years.
Roland chuckled. “I see you’re just as needy as I am.”
“Even more.” I toed off my shoes, shoved my pants down, then kicked them off before resuming my position over the table. I’d never eat at it again without thinking of Roland.
“I don’t want this moment to go fast, but damn, Pedro.” Roland ran his hands over my ass, making me shiver with anticipation. “Not sure how long I’ll last.”
“Just want to feel your dick stretching my ass,” I admitted. “We can always go for round two afterward.”
His laugh made my stomach twist and flip. “Sounds good to me. I might be a lot older than you, but I’m not at the point I need those little blue pills to get me going.”
Thank fuck. “Sure you can keep up with me?” I teased.
His hand clamped over my nape, holding me steady as his wet fingers entered me. “Don’t issue a challenge you can’t deliver. I’ll fuck you ’til you can’t walk straight.”
“Now who’s issuing unkeepable promises?” I loved the banter. It made the mood even more thrilling. But my brain stopped working as Roland’s fingers scissored inside me. I pressed my cheek against the wood of the table, trying my best to lift my ass as high as I could.
“I see my baby wants this fat dick inside his ass.” Roland inserted another finger, making me feel so full I just might burst.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I couldn’t have cared less how frantic I sounded. At this point, coyness was out the window.
When Roland removed his fingers, I nearly cried in frustration.
“Get onto the table, baby.”
I climbed up and spread my knees, jutting my ass into the air like a freaking cat in heat. “Please,” I whined.
“Gonna take care of that itch, baby.” Roland pressed the head of his dick against my hole. As frantic as I was, I couldn’t wait. I shoved backward, fully impaling myself.
Roland hissed. “God, fuck, shit!”
I loved that I’d made him babble. I loved it even more when he grabbed my hips and started pounding into my ass. I cried out, making noises as if I was being murdered. I had always been a loud lover and didn’t care who heard me. I was pretty sure the people down the block could.
“This is my ass.” Roland slammed his dick into me. “Say it, Pedro. Tell me who this ass belongs to.”
Oh God! His possessiveness drove my pleasure higher. “Your ass,” I cried. “It belongs to you, Roland.”
“Damn straight.” The room filled with the sounds of slapping skin, pleasurable moans and grunts, and the night breeze coming through the open patio door felt good on my sweaty skin. “You better not give this tight hole to anyone but me.”
“I won’t!” How was I even talking? My brain had already flown the coop. I was nothing but raw, exposed feelings as his dick stretched me wide, grazing over my prostate, and making me want to drool all over myself.
“Gonna come again,” Roland warned. “Gonna fill you up.”
I reached under myself and curled my hand around my bobbing dick, jacking off to match his strokes. When Roland bit my shoulder, I shouted as I came. I had no clue he was a biter, but I loved it. I felt as if he’d just branded me.
Roland slammed even harder into me, then began to slow, rocking as he let out a long, hard breath.
I wasn’t sure if he wanted a relationship or if this would be friends with benefits. From what he’d told me already about his work, sexual friends would probably suit us better. I was fine with that. Just as long as Roland dropped in whenever he wasn’t working, I would be the happiest man on the planet.
Naughty Intentions
I grabbed the handle of the door, swung it open, and stormed into District Ten Police Station, going straight to my brother’s desk. I slapped my hands on my hips, giving him a withering glare. “We had a lunch date.”
Roland had been typing on his laptop—with his index fingers only—but glanced up at me as if I was a fly buzzing around his head. “Will you stop being so loud?”
I waved a hand to encompass the room. “No one is paying attention to me. I could see if your superiors were around, but they’re not and this isn’t a library. I don’t have to keep my voice down.”
“Sorry about lunch, David.” Roland stood, ushering me toward the coffee station at the end of the room. “I meant to join you, but Peppy called and—”
“And you completely forgot about me.” I didn’t care that Roland was banging his best friend’s brother. That was his business. What I cared about was being stood up. I was seconds away from slapping the mess out of Roland for doing that to me.
“I said I was sorry.” He poured himself a cup of the gunk that was supposed to be coffee. I crinkled my nose as he added powdered cream and so much sugar that he should have had cavities or an expanding waistline. When he shoved a stir stick in the cup, he turned to me. “Let me make it up to you.”
I raised a brow while crossing my arms over my chest. “How? Your sexy friend is already taken.”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re too outspoken for Cage, anyway.”
That was true, but I wasn’t going to make apologies for who I was. My best friend Reggie called me bitchy. My ex-boyfriend had called me things that’d made me want to murder him and bury his sorry ass. That was one of the reasons I’d dumped him.
“We can double-date.” Roland took a sip of his coffee and winced, stuck his tongue out, then set the cup next to the pot.
“If you have forgotten, Tyler and I broke up a month ago.” Just thinking that prick’s name fired me up. My outspoken nature was nothing compared to Tyler’s demands. I was a perfectionist when it came to cleaning, but Tyler had been a control freak who’d wanted to dictate every aspect of my life.
I probably wouldn’t have minded so much if he hadn’t been such a douchebag about it. Nothing was ever right to him, my hair, my walk, my conversations, and he even critiqued my performance in bed. He was damn lucky I’d broken up with him instead of knocking him upside his head with a frying pan.
“Shit, you did tell me that, didn’t you?” Roland guided me back to his desk. “Sorry, I forgot.”
I was getting really sick of hearing those apologies. Then again, Roland was consumed by his work. I hardly saw him, and although I understood, I still hated it. And now he was dating Peppy. That really sucked up his time.
I’d known for years about Peppy’s obsession with my brother. It wasn’t as if Peppy had hidden his interest. In truth, I’d felt sorry for the guy because I knew how noble Roland could be. He already worked hard enough, and Roland had told me more than once that he wasn’t good boyfriend material when I asked why he wouldn’t put Peppy out of his misery.
I clucked my tongue and jabbed a finger at Roland. “You seemed to be apologizing a lot to me lately, dear brother.”
Roland curled his hand inward and scrubbed his knuckles over his unshaven jaw. “I know, but things have gotten serious with Pedro. I just need you to understand that I—”
“Castings!”
My head snapped around when I heard my last name. Then I realized my brother’s boss was calling Roland. Lieutenant Spears was much older than I was, with gray around his temples, but damn if I didn’t drool every time I saw him. I couldn’t help it that I was attracted to older men. Tyler had been twelve years my senior. But he’d been a complete dick.
I hoped like hell Spears wasn’t. I wanted to seduce his sexy ass into my bed, but every time I tried to talk to him, his phone rang. Too bad I couldn’t slap it out of his hand so I could have five minutes
alone with him.
And I would have, if I didn’t think Roland would get into trouble over my rude behavior. I was bossy and bratty and didn’t think those were bad qualities. There was nothing wrong with speaking my mind and going after what I wanted. Life was too damn short not to enjoy it. I just wished Roland’s boss felt the same way. I had a sneaking suspicion he purposely avoided me.
Lieutenant Spears’s blue eyes landed on me and I saw the spark surface. Oh yeah. We were attracted to one another, but he had never done anything about that attraction. I planned on changing that.
I sauntered toward him, but Roland passed me, giving me a look that said I needed to go so he could get some work done. But nothing would stop me from at least getting Spears’s number…and first name.
“Go wait in my office,” the lieutenant said to Roland.
I took that as my cue to approach. I gave the older man a syrupy smile as I tucked my hands behind me, trying my best to appear all sweet and innocent. “Hey, Lieutenant Spears.”
His smile was genuine as he leaned his broad body into the doorframe of his office. “Hello, David.”
“I know you’re busy,” I hurried to say before his phone rang, “but I was wondering if you’d let me call you later.”
Although we’d shared heated looks, his constant hesitation and attempts to avoid me made me second-guess myself, and I hated feeling so insecure. That wasn’t me and I was tired of pussyfooting around. Either he would finally give both of us what we obviously wanted or I was leaving this shit alone.
For good.
Maybe.
He looked over his shoulder before stepping forward and closing his office door. I was glad. I didn’t need Roland cockblocking. My brother might be absentminded when it came to our lunch dates, but he was overprotective, too.
“Call me Darren.”
I could have asked Roland what his boss’s name was, but I’d turned this into a game, and I’d finally won. Now I wanted my goddamn prize.
Which was Darren’s cock.
When I slid my tongue seductively over my bottom lip, Darren’s eyes widened slightly before becoming heavy-lidded. “Okay, Darren. Can I get your number?”