All In (The Den Boys Book 1)

by A. T Brennan

  I shifted my hips, forcing his cock to slide against my prostate, and every nerve in my body lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.

  “Fuck!” I shouted against his lips, ripping my hand free so I could wedge it between our bodies. I was so close to coming I could barely concentrate, but I needed more.

  Galen stopped kissing me and moved off my body slightly. He watched as I gripped my cock and began stroking it, matching his hurried thrusts, but a second later he batted my hand away and started tugging on me with long, hard drags.

  “Fuck. Oh fuck!”

  I was right there. My body was so tight it felt like my muscles might snap.

  “Fucking perfect. So sexy.”

  Between his words, his cock and his hand, I was right on the edge of my orgasm, but I couldn’t quite get there.

  “Come for me, baby.”

  I nodded, crying out as I inched closer to release. I’d never felt pleasure like this before, had never hovered in that perfect moment between bliss and orgasm, and I thought my head would explode if I didn’t find relief soon.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he grunted, his hand moving frantically over my dick.

  “Fuck!” I shouted in relief when he gave the head of my cock a final tug and sent me crashing into my orgasm.

  Waves of pleasure rippled through me and I was barely aware of Galen shouting his own release as he shot into the condom. I could feel his heat as he came and briefly wished there wasn’t anything separating us.

  He collapsed on me, his hand still on my cock as I covered him and myself with ropes of cum as he humped into me, pushing us through endless aftershocks.

  When he was finally still I could hear him sucking in deep breaths as he lay on me, spent and limp.

  He didn’t say anything for a long time, didn’t move, and I was glad. I loved the feel of his body over mine and wanted to bask in the moment. The sex had been incredible, beyond amazing, but this moment was pretty damn awesome too.

  After a while I knew I had to get up and clean off. I kissed Galen’s temple and rolled us over. He looked dazed and a bit sleepy, and I smiled as I climbed out of bed. My ass stung, but in a way that reminded me of how amazing it had felt to have him inside me. There was a bathroom through a huge and open walk-in closet, which seemed like a strange design to me, and I went to one of the his and her sinks.

  Using one of his washcloths I wiped off the evidence of our tryst and then wet another to bring out to Galen.

  He was still laying where I left him, but he allowed me to pull off the condom and wipe him down. When he was clean I tossed the condom in the trash and returned the cloth to the bathroom.

  As I made my way back I felt a niggle of fear.

  Galen wasn’t laying on the bed naked and dazed, he was sitting on the edge hastily pulling on his clothes.

  “Galen?”

  “I should drive you home. It’s late and I have a lot of work to catch up on tomorrow.”

  His words hit me like a bucket of ice water and I had to bite back my disappointment. I hadn’t expected us to crawl into bed and snuggle, but I’d hoped for him to be at least okay with what we’d done.

  “Don’t worry about me. I can cab home.”

  “I’ll drive you—”

  “It’s fine.” I pulled on my pants and boxer briefs and did them up. “I’ll be fine.”

  “At least let me call the car service.”

  “Car service?”

  “For the building. They’ll take you home.”

  “Fine.”

  I pulled my shirt on while Galen made the call. It only took me a moment to run my fingers through my hair and let my defenses go back up.

  This was why I didn’t deal with closeted guys or newly bi dudes. Their emotions ran like hot and cold taps and there was always drama.

  “Thank you for your help tonight,” I said formally as I left his room.

  Galen followed, wearing nothing but his dress pants and looking far too sexy. He didn’t say a word as we went to the door and he called up the elevator. Since it was already at the floor the doors immediately slid open and he pushed the button for the lobby.

  “Take care of yourself, Blaze.”

  “Yeah. You too.”

  I stood stiffly until the doors slid closed, then I leaned back against the cool metal wall and told myself it was for the best. Even if Galen was bi and liked dick, he was way out of my league.

  Chapter Seven

  Galen

  Sunlight was streaming through my window as I lay in bed. I hadn’t slept, not even for a second, after Blaze had left, and this time I couldn’t blame insomnia.

  I’d fucked a guy.

  I’d put my dick in a guy’s ass and it had been the best sex I’d ever had.

  Everything about the encounter had been raw and passionate, and I’d loved every fucking second, except when I’d hurt him.

  God, I still couldn’t believe I’d done that to him. I’d never tried anal before but I wasn’t an idiot. I knew the muscles were tighter and you had to use lube, but the moment I’d felt his cock rub against mine, had seen his hole fluttering and inviting me in, I’d lost my head and all I could think about was getting inside him as fast as humanly possible.

  I was disgusted with myself, and shocked that he’d let me.

  Blaze hadn’t stopped me. He’d let me hurt him so I could slake my need. I’d only noticed because the grunting sounds he’d made had sounded off. That had made me look down at him, and when I’d seen him bite his wrist I’d realized what I was doing.

  I’d been ready to stop, to tell him I couldn’t do it if it was going to be like that. I didn’t mind rough sex but I wasn’t into hurting my partner, then he’d said the three words that had melted something inside me.

  I need you.

  All of the primal desire I’d felt had been replaced with the need to connect with him, to share the moment and not just get off. I’d realized just how rough and impersonal I’d been with him when he’d made the crack about pretending he was a woman, and that had snapped the last of my defenses and had shifted the encounter from fucking to making love.

  God, what the fuck was going on with me?

  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d made love with someone. When the act itself was second to the connection and emotions it created. I’d never been in love, never felt that desire to physically love someone before. Hell, I’d never even been in a relationship. Sex was about getting off and relieving tension, but with Blaze it had been so much more than that.

  Watching him, being face to face was something else I didn’t usually do. And kissing him was way outside my wheelhouse, but every touch of his lips had made me crave more and it had physically hurt to pull away.

  Then I’d fucked everything up when the reality of the situation had hit and I’d dismissed him like a cheap lay, even after he’d taken the time to clean me up.

  I was an asshole of epic proportions, and it wasn’t until almost an hour later when I’d been tossing and turning, that I’d realized what he must be thinking.

  Blaze had to see my detachment as a rejection, and that I was ashamed of what had happened between us because he was a guy.

  The truth was I was terrified of what I’d felt, and the way he’d single handedly managed to break down and shatter every wall I’d ever put up without even trying.

  I was still confused as fuck over the fact that my sexuality seemed to have shifted in the span of an hour, but I wasn’t freaking out about that, even though part of me felt I should.

  Ever since I’d been old enough to have sexual feelings towards others I’d realized I was different. I thought women were beautiful and I enjoyed soft curves, but I’d never felt anything more than attraction for them. I’d never met a woman I craved or needed to have. I’d never felt a tug towards anyone that went beyond simple attraction, not until I’d seen Blaze’s beautiful eyes looking up at me the night I’d saved his life.

  Maybe I wasn’t gay, but I cer
tainly wasn’t straight. I didn’t know if I was bi or just curious, but I was into Blaze, and it had nothing to do with his gender.

  * * * * *

  I had no idea what the fuck I was doing as I stood in front of Blaze’s door, my hand up and ready to knock.

  I’d spent the last three days trying to get him out of my head and put my defenses back up. I’d thrown myself into my work, had hit the gym harder than usual, and I’d taken the sleeping pills I loathed to try and get more than a few hours rest.

  None of it had worked.

  I’d woken up every morning with a raging hard-on as I replayed what Blaze and I had done in my bed. I’d jacked off every time I was in the shower to the memory of kissing him as I slid in and out of his body, and each one of those orgasms had been hard enough to make me see stars.

  I thought about him during the day, fantasized about him at night as I jerked off in my bed, and I was pretty sure my dick would have permanent zipper indents on it from walking around with an erection for most of the day.

  There was no way in hell I could forget about him, but I had no idea if he’d even want to see me.

  His phone number had been in the police report, but I hadn’t been able to pick up the phone and call him because I’d been afraid he’d hang up. I needed to see him in person, even though I fully expected him to tell me to fuck off before slamming the door in my face.

  My need to see him won out over my desire to keep my dignity intact and I knocked.

  My breath caught as the door swung open, and I couldn’t help staring at him hungrily as a wave of desire washed over me.

  He was wearing a pair of cotton pajama pants slung low on his hips and nothing else. I could see the slight bulge of his cock, and every single muscle in his chest and arms.

  I’d been so filled with need that night in my apartment that I hadn’t really taken the time to examine his body. His shoulders were broad and his arms were well defined. His chest was strong and he had a smattering of light chest hair that tapered down into an incredibly enticing treasure trail. I’d started waxing my chest hair in college because I hadn’t liked the look of it on me, but on Blaze it was so fucking sexy I had to stop myself from reaching out and running my fingers over it.

  He had several intricate tattoos covering his chest and sides that fit with his tribal sleeve, and then there were those nipple rings I’d dreamed of teasing.

  His waist was narrow and his stomach was tight and flat, and then there was that ass. That perfect bubble butt that felt so amazing in my hands, against my skin.

  “What do you want, Galen?” Blaze asked when the silence between us stretched out. I’d been too busy staring at him to say anything.

  “Can we talk?”

  He didn’t say anything, he just stepped back and walked into the apartment. I followed him, and when I closed the door I found him sitting on the futon.

  “How did you know I was here?”

  “I called your work. They said it was your day off.” I sat next to him but kept a bit of space between us.

  “What do you want to say to me?”

  I hated the dejection in his voice. I missed the sassy and snappy Blaze from before, and it killed me that I was the reason he was so down.

  “I wanted to apologize—”

  “Don’t bother. I get it. You got caught up in the moment and when the adrenaline wore off you realized what you’d done—”

  “Please, let me finish,” I interrupted and Blaze nodded, his eyes falling to a spot on the futon between us.

  “I’m sorry for the way I acted afterward, and I’m so sorry I let you believe you were the reason I freaked out.”

  “What?” He looked up at me sharply.

  “One thing you need to know about me is that I’m a selfish prick. I’ve never been in a relationship, never felt anything more than mild lust for someone. I have sex to fulfill a physical need, but I don’t usually care about the person I’m with beyond getting us both off.”

  “Why is that?”

  “I don’t know, exactly.” I sighed and tried to think of the best way to tell him about my family.

  “Galen?”

  “My parents were matched by their parents. My dad is a doctor and my mom is the perfect housewife. I grew up with them being the perfect couple on paper, but they barely interacted if they weren’t in public. They had separate bedrooms, took separate vacations, and I don’t remember them ever kissing or even hugging. When my mom’s father died my dad patted her on the arm and told her he was going out for dinner so she could start making the arrangements.”

  “Shit...”

  “I have two sisters who fell into the role my mom did. They married doctors and popped out perfect kids, but they don’t have a connection with their husbands. At least they seem to be interested in raising their kids, we were raised by nannies.”

  “That makes sense then. You never saw love or affection so you didn’t seek it out.”

  “Pretty much. I also have a brother and he’s the perfect son. He’s exactly like our dad, even looks like him whereas I take after our mother. Blood makes me feel faint so being the next ‘Dr. Wells’ was out of the question, hence law school.”

  “Something tells me that wasn’t your choice,” he said knowingly.

  “No, it was chosen for me. I did everything I was supposed to do, but I’m still an outsider. My sisters don’t include me in family things because I’m single and apparently that’s a bad influence for their kids, but they invite my bachelor brother. Devon doesn’t talk to me because he looks down on me, and my dad never stops telling me how much of a failure I am.”

  “What about your mom?”

  “Half the time I don’t think she remembers she has a fourth kid. I don’t fit the mould so I get excluded from a lot of things.”

  “I’m sorry, Galen.”

  “It sucked, but it’s nothing compared to what you went through—”

  “My parents abandoned me and kicked me out of the family. You’re parents are doing the same thing while forcing you to watch.”

  “What do you mean?” His words hit a little too close to home and I felt my mouth go dry.

  “They don’t accept you for being different, but instead of cutting ties and letting you go, they’re forcing you to accept their disapproval. That’s affecting your life on pretty much every level. You may still be a Wells, but you’re not really a part of them.”

  “You’re right. And I’m too weak to walk away.”

  Blaze took my hand and held it, linking our fingers as he gave me a soft smile. “You’re not weak, Galen. You’re incredibly strong. You ran towards three men who were about to kill me. You were outnumbered and a lot of people would have looked the other way rather than risk their own safety for a stranger, but you saved me. You’re successful and confident and you’ve made a life for yourself, even with all the crap you’ve had to deal with. You helped me, some random guy, because it was the right thing to do. Not a lot of people do the right thing anymore.”

  Blaze’s words touched something deep inside me and I had to swallow before I could say what I’d come to tell him.

  “What we shared, it was amazing. I’ve never felt that kind of desire before, and I honestly don’t care that you’re a man. It wasn’t about fucking a guy, it was about being with you.”

  “Are you sure?” He looked at me carefully. “I don’t mess around with guys who are questioning. It’s always full of drama and I’m the one who gets hurt—”

  I cut him off by grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him toward me for a kiss. I expected him to move forward, maybe touch me, but Blaze had other ideas.

  Even as his lips slanted over mine, battling for control of the kiss, he shifted his body so he was straddling me. That extra height gave him the leverage he needed to hold my head still so he could claim my mouth.

  His tongue slipped between my lips, tasting and teasing every crevice as his hips ground against mine. I could feel his cock, hard
and hot, through his pants as he stroked it against my body.

  I never gave up control when it came to sex. I was always the dominant one, but Blaze’s lips and body were forcing me into submission, and I fucking loved it.

  He let go of my face so he could pull off my tie. I reached up to help him, but he batted my hands away and I rested my palms against the globes of his ass so I could feel his muscles as he thrust against me.

  He made quick work of my tie and dropped it on the futon next to us. My jacket was the next thing to be stripped off, then his nimble fingers made quick work of my shirt. I had to lean forward so he could strip it off, and when he finally pulled his lips from mine I was gasping for breath and wound so tight I was sure I’d come if he didn’t stop humping me.

  I opened my eyes to look up at him, but he’d picked up my tie and before I could react he placed it over my eyes, forcing me to close them as he used the material to tilt my head back.

  “Fuck, Blaze!”

  His lips were on my neck, feasting on the sensitive skin as he kept the tie in place. I’d never been blindfolded before and the thought of not being able to see what was going on would usually turn me off and make me rip his hands away, but fuck me if I didn’t want him to keep owning me.

  I felt him slip off my lap and kneel between my legs. He was tall enough to keep the tie in place as he kissed down my chest, and when his tongue laved over my nipple I cried out.

  “Fuck, yes!”

  He licked and suckled me, tossing in a few teasing bites, and had me squirming in seconds. I breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled away, but then his mouth closed over my other nipple and I was lost.

  “Fuck, I’m not going to last,” I panted, my hands gripping my pant legs as my body shook beneath him.

  Blaze pulled the tie off my eyes and I immediately looked down at him. His eyes were hooded and dark with lust, and the grin on his full lips sent another shockwave of pleasure through me.

  “Hands.”

  I didn’t even pause at his order. I put my hands out in front of me, my wrists together, and watched as he used the tie to bind them together.