by Mia Ashlinn
Oh my fucking shit. They’re different. They were amazingly, flawlessly, life-alteringly different. Someone had taken the two roses and twined the stems together. Ella gasped. But that means…oh double my fucking shit. As joy flooded her veins, she spotted a folded note on the pillow beside the roses and snatched it up impatiently.
Unfolding the note, she read Caedon’s writing out loud.
Good morning, sunshine. I know that you might be hurt that we both left you, but we need to talk—alone. I’ll explain later. Just suffice it to say, I’m going after our man.
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All my love,
Caedon
As soon as Ella finished his scrawled signature, she tossed the paper in the air and screamed. She couldn’t help herself. The excitement was too much to hold in. She unexpectedly surged to her feet and jumped on the bed like a child. She sang one of her favorite songs from years ago, “Perfect Day” by Hoku, and bounced until she was out of breath. Then she dropped down on her ass with an “ooph!” Picking up the roses, Ella turned the stems around and around, watching them spin like a beautiful wheel then lifted them to her nose and sniffed them lingeringly. Yes, today’s going to be the perfect day, Ella decided.
Falling back on her pillows with a drawn-out sigh, Ella kicked her feet against the mattress a couple of times before rolling to her side and scooting to the edge of the bed. She stood with a yawn then headed for the shower. And it’s time to get the day started.
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Across town, Caedon heaved a sigh of relief when he spotted Micah’s car up ahead. He put pressure on the accelerator and anxiously sped up, driving quicker than was safe. He needed to get to Micah and talk to him before he lost his nerve. And he couldn’t do that. After last night, he knew that it was too late for them to pretend that there was nothing going on. And that was what they were doing—pretending.
Swiftly reaching the house, Caedon pulled to a squealing stop then shut off the ignition. He got out of the car, and without shutting his door, he stalked for the house with only one thought, one purpose.
As he moved, he didn’t see the work they’d done. His eyes overlooked the paint job and the new shutters. The climbing roses they’d started training to grow on the trellis barely even registered, 198
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despite his deep affection and tireless care for them. He rarely walked by them without admiring them. But not right now. He had to get to Micah.
His soon to be lover had snuck out of the bed in the wee hours of the morning. Caedon hadn’t been surprised to find him gone, but he’d be damned if he let him go without a fight. Losing Ella and Micah two years ago had taught him a lot of things. One of those was that if he ever got them back, he wouldn’t go without them again.
Now that he’d realized Micah had feelings for him, too, everything had changed between them. Caedon could have it all, and he wouldn’t settle for less.
Stepping onto the wraparound porch, Caedon noticed that the front door had been left cracked open. He drove himself forward then pushed the door open forcefully, causing it to go flying and crash into the wall behind it.
Without hesitating, he entered their house. “Micah,” he called out.
“Where are you?”
Receiving no answer, Caedon went hunting. It didn’t take long to find Micah in the living room where he sat on the hardwood flooring they’d refinished only a few days before. As soon as he crossed the threshold, Micah shot to his feet. “Caedon,” he murmured. “What are you doing here?”
Rather than answering with some pithy words, Caedon went into action. He stormed across the room and jerked Micah into his arms.
The moment their bodies touched, they both groaned. And a second later, Caedon took Micah’s lips with his own. He slanted his head to the side and opened his mouth, but made no move to penetrate Micah’s lips. He waited for the other man to lead.
And lead Micah did. He delved his velvety tongue into Caedon’s mouth. Then he devoured him hungrily. In return, Caedon did the same. He tasted Micah, memorizing the feel of his mouth, and he drank in his essence, absorbing his intoxicating flavor.
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With a guttural growl, Micah grabbed onto Caedon’s hips as though he were his lifeline, as if he were the gravitational force holding him to the ground. He rubbed their crotches together roughly.
There was nothing easy or light about his actions. He was desperate, just as Caedon was.
Caedon’s cock elongated in his pants, seeking a way to escape the fabric confining him and keeping him away from the person he wanted. He jerked his lips away from Micah. “I need you now, ” he told Micah unashamedly.
Reaching between them, Caedon fumbled with the button of his jeans. He couldn’t seem to get his clumsy fingers to work. “Fuck,” he cursed vehemently. This was fucking embarrassing. In his uncontrollable urgency to touch his man, to be touched by him, Caedon was lost. He was adrift in a place he’d only found himself once before—with Ella. She and Micah had the power to reduce him to a pile of jitters, and it was one hell of a pill to swallow for someone like him.
“Here, let me help you,” Micah offered with an indulgent smile.
However, it wasn’t really an offer. He was already thrusting Caedon’s hands aside. Not surprisingly, Micah managed to get his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped in no time. He slipped his hands into the waistband on each side of Caedon’s hips then snaked them around to his ass. He caressed his cheeks for a second then eased Caedon’s pants down to his knees.
Bending, Micah slowly slid Caedon’s jeans down. But he paused halfway to the ground and licked the weeping head of his stiff cock.
The pleasure that swept through Caedon weakened his knees, and he hissed, “Shit.”
Micah chuckled, resuming his descent. He dropped kisses all down Caedon’s legs, and Caedon’s heart flipped. There was something so sweet about the gesture yet it made him want to beg Micah to fuck him. When he reached the floor, he said, “Step out of your pants, Caedon.”
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Shaking violently from need, Caedon managed to lift first one leg then the other out of his pants then kick them aside. “Micah, I need you,” he admitted, pretending not to notice the quaver in his tone.
Honestly, he couldn’t feel bad for admitting the truth. He needed Micah. He craved him. It was as simple as that, and he wouldn’t hide it any longer.
Micah’s eyes flared in surprise, but he wasn’t deterred. He lifted up and captured Caedon’s lips once again. Only this time, he kissed him with a gentleness Caedon would never have expected his partner to give him. He’d witnessed firsthand how tender and loving Micah could be with Ella. However, he’d never been on the receiving end—
until now. And frankly, he liked it.
When Micah eventually tore himself away, he murmured, “I need you, too,” with an honesty and a vulnerability that made Caedon love him all the more for it. Then the emotion was gone, wiped clean, and the molten lust returned to his blue eyes. “I need to fuck you, Caedon.
Last night nearly killed me. It was all I could do to hold back from you. I never want to go through that again.” Caedon had felt the same way. So when he’d looked at Micah, he’d seen the naked emotion in his eyes—the longing, the yearning, and the love. For the first time, he’d known how much Micah cared, and that had brought him here, to this moment. “I know how you feel,” he answered. “I love Ella, but I love you, too. I have for a long time. I don’t want to go through another day without you by my side and in my arms.”
Micah smiled. “That’s a damn good thing since I love you.” As soon as he stopped talking, he flushed. This wasn’t a man who enjoyed being sappy or sentimental. Not that Caedon was much better. He liked action far more than he liked words.
“Let’s stop with all this talking,” Caedon suggested, smirking.
“We don’t need to say anything e
lse. I think we’ve said the important stuff.”
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Micah nodded. “Then let’s get on with it. I’m hungry for a taste of you. You got to sample me last night. So now it’s my turn.” Oh, God, yes.
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Sinking to his knees in front of Caedon on the unforgiving hardwood floor, Micah ignored the discomfort he felt. Instead, he wrapped his long fingers around the base of his partner’s cock and smiled when they barely managed to touch. He glided his hand up and down Caedon’s iron-hard shaft a couple of times, admiring the way his warm flesh moved, the way the smooth skin pulled back and forth beneath his hand. He marveled at the perfection of his partner’s dick.
The length alone would impress anyone, but the wide crown with the unique red-purple color entranced Micah, beckoning him and calling to him.
Micah’s mouth watered, and he couldn’t keep himself from a taste. He had to have it. Leaning forward, he inhaled Caedon’s scent then snaked his tongue out and lapped at the underside of his cock. He probed the slit, desperately seeking more of his pre-cum.
When he received none, he sucked the tip of Caedon’s dick into his mouth, making sure to leave plenty of room for his hand to work its magic. He stroked Caedon’s shaft vigorously with his hand while he bobbed his head up and down. The sound of his wet sucks pervaded the room, turning up the heat for Micah. His cock responded enthusiastically, begging for attention of its own.
Using his other hand, Micah unbuttoned his pants then slid the zipper down. He was proud that he managed it without breaking his stride. While he continued to torment Caedon, he reached into his pants and gingerly maneuvered his aching cock out. He rubbed his shaft in time with his hand on Caedon.
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then stopped suddenly, and, without a warning, he grabbed on to Micah’s hair with both hands and pulled him off his cock.
Micah groaned as the sting stole over his scalp, the delicious sensation making his trembles transform into the shakes. He lifted his eyes to Caedon and ogled the face of his best friend and soon-to-be lover. The dark edge to his expression matched the sparks flying in the air around him. Micah’s heart picked up speed, racing in his chest until his erratic breathing set off a fiery burn in his lungs.
Caedon bent down and whispered, “It’s my turn,” with a nip to his bottom lip.
Micah groaned. “I like taking turns with you.”
“Me too.”
Micah lifted himself up just as Caedon lowered himself down. He widened his legs, bracing himself for the feel of Caedon’s mouth on his throbbing cock. He’d be pretty fucking lucky if he didn’t come the second Caedon enveloped him with his humid mouth.
He was right. Caedon’s mouth was fucking heaven, and he had to recite multiplication tables to keep from coming when his partner sucked him down his throat until his balls hit his chin. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Do it again.”
Caedon did. He pulled back then dove forward, taking all of him inside his mouth, and then he sucked him in again—and again and again. He set a pace, mouth-fucking him relentlessly. A tingle built in Micah’s balls then spread outward. His dick enlarged, the skin tightening until he flinched. His orgasm rushed upon him, moving faster than he’d expected, and he swore.
Latching onto a massive handful of hair, Micah yanked Caedon off his cock just in the nick of time. “Stop,” he barked, panting as he fought for oxygen. “Don’t make me come. I want to fuck you first.”
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wait. “On your knees,” Micah ordered as he tugged his pants completely off with shaking hands.
Reaching into his pocket, Micah retrieved the travel-size bottle of lube he’d brought along in case Caedon had showed up then dropped his pants to the floor. Part of him had expected Caedon to come after him, even if he wouldn’t admit it aloud. He’d known last night that this was coming. Their love for each other had been undeniable. After all this time, sharing Ella had revealed the truth.
Caedon jerked his shirt over his head then got down on all fours and waited while Micah poured a handful of lube into his palm.
Slathering his cock quickly with a copious amount of the slippery liquid, Micah cursed his impatience. At the rate he was moving, he wouldn’t make it inside Caedon before he came. Even his own touch was driving his ecstasy to the point of madness.
Finally done with the lube, he flung the bottle to the side then ripped his shirt off and got down behind Caedon. Sidling up close to him, he bent at the waist and kissed Caedon’s spine. “Have you been fucked in the ass, Caedon?”
He hated to ask that particular question, but he had to know. He wouldn’t purposefully hurt Caedon like that, not when he could ask beforehand.
“Yes. I’ve had a couple of women who enjoyed strap-ons. So I tried it, and I found it…pleasurable.”
His answer surprised Micah, but he didn’t let on. Instead, he positioned his cock at Caedon’s back entrance. Easing himself inside Caedon, he took his time, careful not to hurt his lover. Holding his painfully distended shaft in his hand, he set up a seamless, rocking motion—tunneling in a little then backing out a little, pushing farther forward then pulling back.
Being patient was killing Micah, but he owed it to Caedon to make their first time out of this world. He owed it to himself as well.
There would be no pain, no fears—only pleasure.
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Wiping the sweat from his brow, Micah reached Caedon’s sphincter. The strong muscle fibers attempted to keep him out, but he refused to relent. He loved this man. He craved him, and he would have him.
Micah grabbed Caedon’s ass cheeks and widened them so he could look down and see what he was doing. Oh, God. That is…beautiful and sexy and fucking hot.
The image of his cock disappearing into Caedon’s ass would forever be seared into his mind. Watching the tiny hole swallowing his dick was too much. He couldn’t wait a second longer. He needed Caedon more than he needed air.
“Hold on,” Micah growled then thrust all the way inside Caedon.
“Fuck,” Caedon bellowed, but Micah recognized the animalistic cry. He wasn’t hurt. He was agonized by the ecstasy. And, God, so was Micah. Unable to help himself, Micah took off. He pounded into Caedon who grunted and groaned with every plunge. The harder Micah hammered him, the more he seemed to enjoy it. Micah wasn’t much better off. He loved fucking Caedon without restraint, without fear of hurting him.
Latching onto Caedon’s hips, Micah held on as he propelled them both closer to orgasm. He rammed his severely engorged dick into Caedon, slamming his ass from behind. Their bodies collided with each thrust, their balls slapping together rhythmically.
Caedon’s back arched, and he groaned. “I’m so close,” he half said and half keened as he pushed back into Micah. “Fuck me, Micah.
Make me come. Please.”
Caedon’s pleas broke Micah, and he picked up his speed. He reached around Caedon’s hip then rubbed his cock with more strength than necessary, but Caedon seemed to love it. His cock pulsated in Micah’s hand then he blew, his body shuddering as cum spurted all over the floor.
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delirium. His cum streamed from his body in thick, long jets and poured into Caedon’s, and he groaned at the caveman thought of marking his territory with his seed.
Gasping for air, Micah collapsed on Caedon who fell to the floor with a grunt. Oh shit. Worried for Caedon, Micah rolled them both to the side and as
ked, “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to knock you over.”
“You didn’t,” Caedon responded. “My legs gave out. They’ve been shaking for the past five minutes.”
Micah chuckled. He was glad to not be the only one deeply affected by this coupling.
Random clapping filled the room, and Micah jerked upright. What the fuck? He scanned the room for the source of the commotion. His eyes rapidly found Ella in the doorway. Shit.
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Chapter 21
“You know what? The two of you fucking is outrageously hot,” Ella commented brazenly as she strolled into the living room of a house designed by the late Andy Hatcher. Acting as though she owned it, she meandered around the vacant room. But before she’d made a full circle, confusion settled in.
Someone had obviously been working on the house, but she didn’t know who. Part of her suspected that her men were involved.
However, she didn’t know for certain, and she wasn’t asking. That was a lose-lose question. If they were the ones working on it, then they obviously didn’t want her to know so she would ruin the big secret. On the other hand, if they weren’t responsible for this, then she’d be hurt and disappointed. She knew her limitations, and this was one of them.
Ella shook her head as though that act would clear her mind. It didn’t work, but she sucked it up and moved on. “I swear I orgasmed from just watching,” she informed them.
Both men scrambled off the floor as though they’d been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Before they had a chance to apologize for doing something they believed they shouldn’t have or make some inane explanation that would make her want to kick them in the balls, she smiled. “Don’t worry. I’m okay with you two together.” Shit. I’m more than okay with it. I wish you would have done this sooner.