by Aiden Bates
I grabbed his hips and pulled him forward, until his balls were nestled on either side of my shaft and the thick, perfect veins of his cock were throbbing against my own.
“Too big?” I whispered back.
He smiled. “Not if I’m wet enough.”
I arched an eyebrow as I reached around him. His ass was firm in my hand for a moment, so muscular I couldn’t help but give him a rough squeeze. Then, I slipped my fingers into the valley between his cheeks, probing, searching for that hot, sticky lubrication I must’ve conjured up a thousand times since our last liaison during all those masturbation sessions where I couldn’t get him off my mind.
I found it, just like I remembered. Hell, better than I remembered. I placed two fingers against his tight pucker. They glossed over with his honey immediately.
“Think you might be ripe for the takin’, sweetheart.” I watched his breath catch in his throat as I rolled my fingers around his ring. I pressed into him teasingly, stopping just short of entering him—then, when I could feel him all but crying out for it, I slipped my index in, testing his tightness.
He clamped down around me like a vice. Tight as ever. Tighter, even. Too tight for my cock—at least, for now. I worked my index finger in and out of him slowly and he rocked up and down on top of me in time. When he was ready, I added my middle finger, separating them just enough that I could feel that hint of resistance, hear that sweet little moan that told me he was ready for more.
His body bucked violently as I tucked my cock up against his hole, my tip pressing firm against the pads of my fingers when I withdrew.
“You want it?”
He nodded, teeth sinking into his lower lip.
I shifted my hand down to the base of my cock, bracing the length of my shaft while I used my free hand, curled around his hip, to press him down onto me. Another moment of resistance, one that left my need swirling around in my head, a maelstrom of wanting—then, ecstasy as my cock slipped into him.
Mine. All mine.
We moved gently together. I didn’t want to hurt him, and it’d obviously been too long since he’d had someone like me to ride. But quickly, our bodies figured out how to satiate the longing that had been building in me ever since I laid eyes on him again. I molded him to my cock, and he took me inch by inch until my balls were cushioned against his ass and his own sac was tight and tense against my pelvis. I reached down, fondling them while I fought back that same old urge. To fuck him brutally, take him until we both ached with exertion. Make him scream, make him sob, tear his entire world down around him only to help him rebuild it all around my cock, my body and the pleasure I could give him if he’d only let me.
But that wasn’t what tonight was about. Tonight was about rebuilding in other ways. Rebuilding trust. Rebuilding safety. Rebuilding love.
I could fuck him until he cried all over again, or I could make love to him so perfectly that it would melt all the pain and heartache of the last six years away into nothing.
I elected for the latter. As I pumped up into him, my body screamed for more—but my lips were spent in silent kisses on his neck. With every searing kiss I laid against his skin, all I really wanted was to dissolve all of those past hurts away.
Daniel, on the other hand—when he wanted more, he wasn’t afraid to take it. He leaned forward his lips against my ear. One arm was hooked around me. With the other, he braced himself against the back of the couch to set a new pace. A quicker one. Something harder, rougher, more relentless.
“Use me, Rusty.” His voice was pure temptation in my ear, a low, breathy sigh that ended in a snarl.
“Don’t have to ask me twice.” I bucked up harder to meet him, taking his cock up in my fist and matching the movements of our bodies stroke for stroke. He wanted to be used? I’d fucking use him, then. When it came to Daniel, there’d always been a thin line between ravishing him and making love anyway. I toed it the way I knew only I could, working him down onto my cock and grinding up into his hot, slick flesh the way I should’ve been doing every day. Every night. Every waking moment since our first.
There was no leading, no following. Not with him. We clung to each other, muffling our moans against each other’s skin. His breath was in my hair, humid and mingling with my own sweat. His lips pressed to my forehead, kissing, kissing, kissing. He cradled my face in his hands like I was something holy, and I dug my fingers into his hip like he was my plaything, my salvation, my world, my whore.
There was no word to describe how it felt, taking him like this again, but I’d never been good at words anyway. I had to settle for wordlessness, grunts and moans that I gave over to his collarbone, his neck, his chest.
I was on the edge of orgasm for what felt like an eternity. I could have let loose inside him the moment I entered him. My cock had damn sure wanted to. My balls were tight, hot cum churning within them and begging to be released up into his core. But as he moved faster, drove himself down harder, I only sank my teeth into his clavicle and fought it back.
I’d come soon enough, I knew. With the way his ass was milking my hard, thick shaft, it was only a matter of time. But I’d be damned if I let go before him. No, if I was going to come, then by god, he was going to come first.
I shifted my hips downward, slipping to the edge of the couch and bracing myself on the floor beneath my feet. It let me power up into him, fully supporting his weight. I slammed up into him over and over again, and the heat between us built to something explosive, something that neither of us could fight back or deny anymore.
His cock twitched, balls throbbing against my pelvis wildly. His shaft swelled up beneath my fingers as his cum shot out, rope after rope of it spraying up so hard that the first hit my lips and the second, my neck. My tongue slipped out immediately to taste him. His salt, his richness, that clean, sweet perfection that I’d been missing for far too long.
Then, I couldn’t hold back anymore either. My orgasm roared to life within me and I let myself unleash inside him. My hips, out of my control, pushed my cock up into him as deep as I could manage—so deep that we both nearly cried out. I wrapped his body, seizing in ecstasy, and pulled him tight against my own. His lips, I claimed with mine, letting him taste himself on my tongue as we let all sounds of our pleasure vibrate between each other’s mouths in a kiss, another, another. A kiss that never seemed to stop.
I didn’t want it to.
I didn’t want this moment to ever end.
Lifting him up with my hips, I shifted our bodies over to lay on the couch. Every spare ounce of energy I’d had, I’d left inside him. My cum slipped down my shaft as his ass continued to clench around me, slowing but not stopping. It pooled at my balls, coating them in my seed, until finally, smirking, Daniel lifted himself up off of me.
Another gasp caught in my throat as he settled between my thighs and sucked my balls between his lips—first one, then the other. He let them both go with a satisfying little pop! each, then lapped the rest of my cum away with long, loving strokes of his tongue.
“Jesus.” I stroked my hand down the back of his head, completely lost in him. I could have stayed like that forever, too. I was beginning to think that anything he did, I’d lose myself in.
He was so good, so perfect, so indescribably delicious, I didn’t want any moment with him to end.
“Do you…want to come to bed with me?” Daniel’s golden brow crinkled as the words left his mouth. “I mean, I don’t know how I’d explain it to Lissa, why Daddy’s friend is coming out of the bedroom tomorrow morning, but—”
I laughed, tugging him back up toward me. “Never had to have that conversation before?”
“No, actually.” He stared up at me in all seriousness. “There hasn’t been anyone for me since you. Pregnant Omegas aren’t exactly prime candidates on singles’ nights.”
“Tell that to my brother Harper. You know his Omega, Nick, was three months pregnant when they met, right? Still don’t know who the father is. Another victim of th
at birth control fuck-up.”
“That’s…incredibly good of Harper. Sad for Nick, though.”
“Ah, they’re fine. More than fine, actually.” I smiled, remembering earlier that morning. “They’re very much in love, sweetheart. Wear each other’s pajamas and everything.”
“But you King boys aren’t exactly standard fare in the way of Alphas,” Daniel pointed out. “Not many people want to date a single dad, either.”
“I can think of at least one Alpha currently present who might.” I stroked my thumb along his collar bone. “Don’t worry about Lissa. I ought to sleep out here on the couch anyway. If anything happens, I wanna be between you and her when it goes down.”
Daniel tensed up in my arms suddenly. “Do you think—”
“No. No, of course not.” I was kicking myself for even mentioning it. First, I’d scared him with the news that I thought someone had eyes on his house. Now, he was worrying about the same someones kicking down the door. “But just in case, sweetheart. Better safe than sorry.”
“You said Kaleb and Harper had been shot. You said the people you’ve run into haven’t been afraid to shoot.”
Of course, Daniel wasn’t ready to let it go yet. I curled him up a little more closely in my arms
“Yeah. Well… Aww, Hell’s bells, darlin’. I’m not gonna sugar coat it for you. The wasp nests we’re kicking here…there are some bad people involved, yeah. All this digging we’ve been doing is dangerous. But it has to be done.”
“I know. I think…I think part of me has known for a long time.” He sighed, his chest rising and falling, still beaded with sweat. “Behind closed doors, Dad has always been shady. But out in public…”
“He puts on a good face.”
“The best face. Even I still buy it sometimes. I didn’t think he was capable of…of…”
“Murder?” I curled my fingers around his hand and pulled it up to my lips. “We still don’t know for sure that he’s behind all this. If we can eliminate him as a suspect, I imagine you’ll sleep a hell of a lot easier at night.”
“I’ll sleep easier when everyone behind this thing is safely behind bars where they belong.”
“Then we’ll stay objective. We’ll make sure we follow every road this takes us down to the end.” I smiled against his knuckles in a way I hoped was reassuring. “Or at least, I will, and you’ll stay out of it. Stay safe. Keep our little girl safe too. And in the meantime, you’ll get whatever sleep you can.”
Daniel sighed again, then yawned. He snuggled against me, working his way a little deeper into my arms as he nuzzled his nose against my chest. “Good thing you wore me out, I guess. You’ll be okay out here? I can bring you a pillow and a blanket. Try and make you a little more comfortable.”
“My balls are empty and my heart feels full.” I smirked as I turned his lips to mine. A stolen kiss was sometimes the best kind. Even better when Daniel kissed me back just as hard. “How much more comfortable could I be?”
Daniel grabbed me a pillow and blanket from the linen closet down the hall, as promised.
“I’m glad you’re here, Rusty.” He held onto the pillow when I grabbed it, then used my grip on it to pull me a little closer.
I smiled as the warmth of his lips brushed against mine again.
“Me too, darlin’. Me too.”
Once Daniel had slipped off to his own bed for the night, I laid on the couch for a little while. There was the strangest feeling in my chest, something tight and protected but massive, expansive and open all at once. I was just rolling that big ball of light around inside me, wondering what exactly it was, when I felt the low glow of headlights slide across the front window. When I peeked out from behind the living room curtains, I spotted a vehicle parked down the block.
SUV. Tinted windows. Just like I’d seen parked outside yesterday.
Daniel’s house was being watched.
I grabbed my phone and tapped out a text to Harper, Kaleb and Ernesto. They needed to know where I was. What was happening. And I needed to keep my family safe.
My family. The thought hit me like a spin-kick to the head. But as it reverberated around my skull, I didn’t fight it. Just let it sink in.
This was my family. Whether I was technically a part of it or not. And no matter what, I was going to keep them safe.
Even if I had to call in every KPS man on Ernesto’s pay roll to do it. Even if I had to step in and stand in the line of fire myself.
Harper texted me back first. We’ll get someone to tail whoever’s tailing Daniel. Let’s see how much the watchman likes being watched.
16
Daniel
I woke up the next morning to the smell of butter bubbling away and the sound of something sizzling on the stove. Immediately, I groaned and launched myself out of bed. If Lissa was trying to make breakfast again…
“Morning, handsome.” Rusty King shot me a grin I’d need several cups of coffee to match as he flicked the pan he was holding, sending a pancake flying up into the air. It landed perfectly with a sizzle. “You’re looking a little more bright-eyed and bushy-tailed than normal.”
I wasn’t so sure about that. Admittedly, my body was feeling a little lighter and more springy than usual. Or, rather, it was feeling well-fucked. After so many years of fatherhood and celibacy, I was starting to think that feeling good and making love to Rusty King might’ve been one and the same.
“I’ll warn you, we’re not morning people in this house.” I set the coffee maker to start brewing me up some much needed caffeine. “But…mm. Pancakes smell nice, anyway.”
“Ew. Pancakes.” Lissa came into the kitchen rubbing her eyes and pulling her infamous ick face. Her tiny body collapsed into a chair at the table like she’d been running a marathon instead of sleeping all night. “What I need is a coffee.”
“No coffee.” I shot Rusty an apologetic smile. “She’s just heard me say that, ah. More than I’d like to admit.”
“You sure you don’t want pancakes, Lissa? I made them up special, just for you. Check it out.” He turned the frying pan over onto a plate and held it up for her to see. He’d managed to make three pancakes stick together in the shape of a face with ears. “See? Mickey Mouse.”
“I want cereal,” Lissa groaned. She barely gave Rusty’s pancakes a glance.
I watched his grin dim. “Well, ah… you don’t like pancakes, then? These ones are world famous. I’ve got some butter and syrup you can drench them in, too. If you want.”
“They’re gross.” This was one front that Lissa didn’t budge on. “I hate pancakes. Disgusting.”
Yowch. Rusty’s smile fell completely at that one, and I couldn’t blame him.
“She’s just a bit of a picky eater,” I whispered to him, leaning in close so Lissa didn’t overhear. I grabbed a box of her favorite cereal, Reeses Puffs, and a bowl from the cabinet behind Rusty’s head. “Don’t take it to heart.”
“I should’ve known that.” Rusty was already kicking himself so hard, even I could feel it. “Should’ve asked. Or should’ve been here all along.”
“Go easy on yourself. This will just take time. That’s all.” I poured the cereal and drowned it in milk from the fridge. “In the meantime, I happen to love pancakes. I’m happy to eat Lissa’s share.”
As we settled down at the table, Lissa with her cereal, Rusty and I with cups of coffee and Mickey Mouse pancakes that he’d buttered frowns onto, I expected Lissa’s mood to pick up. It usually did in the mornings after she’d gotten a little breakfast in her.
Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to have it in her today.
“Did Rusty spend the night?” She didn’t even look up at us as she posed the question. Just scowled down into her cereal bowl.
“No,” I said quickly. Was that what she was so grumpy about? “He went home last night, then came back this morning to make us breakfast. Isn’t that nice?”
“I guess.” Lissa pushed her cereal around with her spoon across from us.
To my right, Rusty was doing the same thing with a Mickey Mouse ear and the back of his fork. So that was where Lissa had gotten that from.
“If I, um. If I ever make breakfast here again, Lissa, I’ll be sure to plan it with you. That okay?” Rusty forced a smile. He was trying so hard—
And Lissa was having none of it.
“Whatever,” she said, all sass and ruthlessness.
Lord. And here I’d be hoping that I’d miss out on her moody phase completely. Or at least, that we could save it for her teenage years. Lissa was usually a little grumpy when she first woke up in the mornings, sure. But this was unusual, even for her.
Which meant she probably knew something was up. She was a smart kid. Of course she knew. She just didn’t know what it was yet.
I rushed Lissa around for school after breakfast while Rusty did the dishes. Her mood didn’t perk up then, either. Her braids were too loose, then too tight. Her sweater was too itchy. Her jeans, too pantsy. Her new jacket was an icky color. She didn’t like her shoelaces anymore—why, she wouldn’t say.
When we came back out to grab Lissa’s backpack, Rusty didn’t look like he was doing much better. The dishes were only half done, and he’d thrown off the yellow rubber gloves I kept under the sink in favor of glowering at his phone.
“Something wrong?” I asked while Lissa busied herself with tearing her backpack apart in search of her favorite marker.
“Nothin’ that we’ve gotta talk about right now. Later, maybe.” He waved my question away.
“Okay. Well, we’ve gotta head off to school. I’ll swing back around here before I head off to work.” I leaned in, dropping my voice down low. “So I can take you back to your car, I mean.”
“Yeah. Of course.” Rusty nodded and forced another smile, but his heart wasn’t in it.
Incredible. So now I had two grumpy Kings to contend with. Lissa had taken my name, but she’d obviously inherited the King family growly gene.