Wild Angels

by Bethany Brown

  Brad’s lips moved down to his nipple, and he gasped, which caused Brad to stop. “No, don’t stop.”

  He felt the grin against his skin as Brad went back to tormenting his nipple. Patrick’s head thrashed against the pillows as the sensations ran through his body. He could feel his erection straining against his pants. The feeling of Brad’s answering erection pressing against him was enough to drive him mad. Brad moved his mouth to the other side of his chest and pulled the nipple ring into his mouth.

  Oh, fuck, yes! Patrick cried out in pleasure and buried his hands in the blond hair. He tugged on the strands as his erection swelled to almost painful fullness. Patrick moaned as Brad tugged on the ring. When Brad nipped at the pierced nipple, Patrick couldn’t take it anymore. With a strangled growl, Patrick flipped them over so he had Brad pinned underneath him.

  “My turn,” Patrick purred. He gave the surprised man a quick kiss and then started an exploration of his own.

  Patrick ran his tongue down Brad’s neck. When he found Brad’s pulse, Patrick locked his mouth at that point and pulled the skin into his mouth. He sucked the skin until he could feel the blood rising under his lips and Brad was panting beneath him. Patrick pulled back to look at the mark he had left on the slender throat. He looked up from the mark to see that Brad was flushed with arousal. It was a good look on him.

  Patrick gave the bruise a soft kiss and then moved down Brad’s chest. He paused on his way to press kisses to random pieces of skin. When he reached the first nipple, he pulled it into his mouth while using his fingers to toy with the other one. Brad writhed beneath him, and his hands buried themselves in Patrick’s hair. Patrick groaned at every tug on his hair. Releasing the nipple that was in his mouth, he moved on to the next one. When Brad was trembling beneath him, he released it and started to move down his chest.

  Trailing kisses down Brad’s chest, Patrick continued downward. He momentarily dipped his tongue into Brad’s navel. His actions made Brad squirm, causing Patrick to repeat the action. While he was licking and nipping Brad’s navel, his hands were tracing the waistband of his jeans. When they met at the center, Patrick popped the button.

  “Patrick.” Brad’s voice was a strained whisper. He’d removed his hands from Patrick’s hair, and they were now gripping the bedsheets. His entire body was thrumming with tension.

  “Hush, Angel, no need to worry.”

  “God, please, just touch me.”

  “I will, just let me get your pants off. They’re in the way.”

  “Yours too. I want to see you.”

  “Anything for you, Angel.” Patrick moved up Brad’s body and pressed a kiss to his lips. He then slithered back down to Brad’s pants. Hooking his fingers behind the opened button, he held the fly open slightly. He then lowered the zipper with his teeth.

  “Oh, shit, Patrick.” Brad’s fingers were clenching the sheets so tightly Patrick was surprised the cotton wasn’t ripping under the pressure.

  With a wicked grin, Patrick pulled Brad’s jeans down, managing to get his underwear as well. He climbed off the bed so he could get the jeans fully off. Once they were, he tossed them over his shoulder, not caring where they landed. Patrick took a moment to stare at the feast in front of him. Brad was gorgeous. He was all long, lean muscle, and a leaking erection that Patrick couldn’t wait to taste.

  Looking into Brad’s eyes, he slowly undid the buttons on his button-fly jeans. Every time he popped a button, Brad’s eyes got darker. When he had all of the buttons undone, he grinned at Brad and then shucked his pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. Ignoring the slight twinge in his shoulder, he stepped out of his discarded pants and climbed back onto the bed. He situated himself next to Brad and then rolled onto his back, pulling the other man on top of him.

  Patrick ran his fingers down Brad’s cheek. Brad nuzzled into the touch, causing Patrick to smile. He could feel Brad’s hands running over his sides. The touches were light and probably meant to be soothing, but they had the opposite effect on Patrick. Each touch only increased his arousal. He moaned and thrust up against Brad, bringing their erections into contact.

  “You really do like to be touched, don’t you?”

  All Patrick could do was nod. His hands trembled against Brad’s skin as he tried to arch into every touch Brad gave him. He loved having hands on his skin. Patrick, lost in his own haze of desire, almost missed it when the body above him stilled. He forced himself to pay attention to where Brad’s hands were. One of them was on the large, jagged scar on his right side. Forcing one of his hands to move, Patrick gently cupped Brad’s chin, forcing the blue eyes to meet his.

  “I’m okay, Angel.”

  “This could have killed you.”

  “But it didn’t, and I’m here in your arms, so you don’t need to worry.” Patrick ran his thumb along Brad’s jaw. He lifted his head and pulled Brad’s lips into a gentle kiss. Patrick shifted his hips and brushed his still-aching erection against Brad’s. The younger man groaned and thrust down. “Do you have condoms and lube?”

  “What?” Brad pulled away slightly, and Patrick could see a faint apprehension in his eyes.

  Framing Brad’s face with his hands, Patrick made sure he had the younger man’s complete attention. “I want you in me, Angel. Now.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I want you, Brad. Please.”

  Brad’s body slithered across Patrick as he retrieved the required items from the nightstand. “You’ll have to walk me through this.”

  “The first thing you need to know is that there is no such thing as too much lube.” Patrick spread his legs and allowed Brad to settle between them. He ran his hands over the strong arms and smiled at his lover. “Start with one finger and work your way up.”

  “How many?”

  “You’ll know. Trust yourself.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t hurt me, Angel. I trust you.” With a start, Patrick realized that he really did trust the other man. This was a bit of a surprise, as trust didn’t come easy to him. What am I getting myself into?

  Patrick was running his hands over Brad’s back when he felt the first lubed finger press at his entrance. He gasped softly as it slipped inside. The motion was so slow and tender that Patrick barely felt the burn of entry. He rocked his hips back, trying to pull more of the digit inside. The feeling of one of Brad’s fingers inside him made Patrick ache for Brad’s cock. He wasn’t sure how he was going to manage waiting. He wanted Brad so badly that he was tempted to impale himself on the rather impressive erection.

  Brad’s mouth closed over his pierced nipple at the same instant that a second finger entered him. Patrick gasped as his body started to shake. He couldn’t decide which sensation he wanted to press into. When Brad’s stretching fingers hit his prostate, Patrick screamed in pleasure and nearly tossed Brad off of him as his body reacted.

  “Patrick?”

  “More, please, Angel, more.” Patrick could hear the whimpers coming from his mouth, but he didn’t care. He wanted too much. His desire to have Brad buried inside him was nearly overwhelming.

  As the third finger entered him, Patrick began thrusting against them in earnest. He was dizzy with arousal, and his cock was leaking pre-come onto his stomach. His hands were digging into Brad’s back with enough force that he knew he was leaving bruises, but Brad didn’t seem to be complaining. Patrick was rapidly approaching the point where he would go crazy if Brad didn’t do something when he heard the sound of a condom being opened.

  Patrick didn’t realize he was begging until Brad’s lips covered his, and the sounds he had been hearing disappeared. He had hoped that all the “pleases” had been in his head. When the blunt head of Brad’s erection pressed against him, he whimpered and tried to press down.

  “Are you sure you’re ready?”

  “Please, Angel, I need you.” Patrick could hear the sob on the end of his words and was stunned to find that he was close to crying with
need. Brad pushed in and Patrick hissed. “God, yes!”

  Patrick wrapped his legs around Brad’s waist and pulled him all the way in. Brad’s forehead came to rest against his as the other man fought for control. Patrick squirmed beneath the weight of the body on top of him, loving every minute of it but wanting Brad to move. He felt the first, tentative thrust and moaned. Taking his moan for the encouragement that it was, Brad started moving.

  The pace that he set was slow and so tender that Patrick thought his heart would burst. He could feel the tears forming in his eyes again, but these were from the sheer beauty of the moment. He forced them away before they could fully form. The last thing he wanted was for his Angel to think that he was in pain. As their movements began to match, Patrick looked up and met Brad’s eyes. The moment he did, he was lost. He drowned in a sea of passion-filled blue, and he never wanted to leave.

  Brad broke the connection when he leaned down to kiss Patrick. Patrick put everything he was feeling in that moment into the kiss. He couldn’t hold back, but what scared him the most was that he didn’t want to. He continued to rock against Brad as his Angel took possession of his body. His whimpers were escaping the kiss. When Brad hit his prostate with a well-aimed thrust, Patrick broke away from the kiss and howled.

  Using the movement of his body, Patrick encouraged Brad to take a faster pace. He was beyond the ability to even think the words “harder” or “faster,” let alone speak them. Brad sped up to meet the new pace that Patrick was creating with his hips. He was close. When Brad’s hand closed around his aching erection, that was all it took.

  “Brad!” Patrick’s orgasm hit with enough force that he saw stars. He could feel the warm, sticky release hit his chest, but it seemed very distant from the pleasure he was feeling. He felt Brad give two more thrusts and then still as he released within Patrick. The feeling of Brad’s erection swelling as he released pulled a tiny whimper from Patrick’s mouth.

  Patrick’s hands were still on Brad’s back, so he could feel the fine tremors running through his lover’s body as Brad tried to keep from falling on him. Patrick ran his hands in soothing strokes down the trembling arms. When the trembling slowed, Brad gently pulled out of him. Patrick whimpered at the loss. Soothing kisses were placed on his face, and then Brad was gone. He returned moments later with a damp cloth and proceeded to clean Patrick off.

  “Are you okay?” Brad’s voice was full of concern as he settled next to Patrick. “I didn’t hurt you?”

  “I am more than okay, and you very much didn’t hurt me.” Patrick turned his head and looked into the blue eyes that were slowly becoming incredibly dear to him. He reached out and gently touched his cheek. “Angel.”

  Brad’s cheeks darkened with a blush. “I like it when you call me that.”

  “Then I guess I’ll have to do it more often, Angel.” Patrick used his hand to pull Brad into a tender kiss. He blinked sleepily when they parted.

  “I think you need some sleep.”

  “I think you wore me out, Angel.” Patrick yawned. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open. When he felt sheets settle over him, he murmured softly.

  A soft stroke to his side had Patrick rolling until he was in Brad’s arms. He rested his head on the strong chest and placed his right hand over Brad’s heart. Thankfully, Brad had positioned himself on Patrick’s left side, so he could snuggle into him without hurting his shoulder. Patrick smiled as Brad tucked the covers around him to make sure he was warm.

  “You warm enough?”

  “Perfect.” Patrick was starting to worry about just how perfect. The last time he had felt this comfortable after sleeping with someone, he and Julian had been dating for months. How easily Brad had slipped past his defenses was starting to scare him.

  “Patrick?”

  “Yeah, Angel?”

  “I’m glad it was you.”

  “Me, too.”

  “Goodnight.”

  Patrick felt a kiss placed to his head and then Brad’s body relaxed in sleep. The thought of someone else touching Brad had his mind spinning with possessive jealousy. He hadn’t felt this way about anyone in ten years.

  I am in deep shit.

  I had sex with a man.

  Brad stared at the ceiling in his bedroom. The man in question murmured in his sleep and burrowed closer.

  I had sex with a man. I had sex with a man and it was good—it was amazing.

  Brad ran his fingers through the soft strands of Patrick’s hair. The detective sighed and wrapped his arms around Brad’s waist. They had spent the entire night wrapped in each other’s arms. Several of his previous female lovers had spent the night, but he had never woken with them wrapped in his arms. Most had ended up on the other side of the bed with all of the covers. He really enjoyed the change. Waking with Patrick in his arms was something that he could get used to.

  That last thought made him freeze. Patrick would be gone at the end of the month. He shouldn’t let himself get used to anything. It would only make it harder when Patrick eventually left. Brad’s grip on the other man involuntarily tightened, causing Patrick to emit a small whimper of pain. Brad had accidentally squeezed his shoulder.

  “Ow.” He felt Patrick move against his chest. A soft kiss was pressed there. “Can we pretend that I didn’t wake up saying ‘ow’?”

  “Sorry. I didn’t mean to squeeze your shoulder.”

  “That’s okay.” Patrick levered himself onto his elbows. Brad found himself looking into a pair of oddly shy green eyes. “Hi.”

  “Hi,” Brad repeated. He lifted his hand and ran his fingers along the stubble-dusted jaw. He smiled when Patrick leaned into the touch. He liked how responsive the other man was.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Me? I should be the one asking you that question.”

  “I’m happy.” Patrick stretched against his body in a way that made Brad’s cock incredibly happy that he was in the bed with him.

  “I didn’t hurt you?”

  “No, you didn’t hurt me, Angel.”

  Brad felt a jolt run through him at the pet name. He’d never had a pet name before. He liked it. It made him feel like Patrick thought he was special. Brad ran his fingers over the rather vivid mark he had left on the man’s neck. He’d felt like such a teenager putting it there, overcome by his own lust, but he had to admit he liked the possessive thrill it gave him.

  “I’m sorry.” Patrick dropped his eyes, but not before Brad caught the flash of guilt and shame.

  “For what?” Brad was surprised to find himself with an armful of trembling detective who wouldn’t look at him. He slowly started to run his hands over the strong back.

  “For what happened with Jack and Julian. I didn’t mean for it to happen, especially not after I met you.” Patrick sighed and gripped his sides. “It’s just… it was Julian. He was the only one who ever made me feel like I was good for more than sex, until you.”

  Brad felt a surge of anger at the slightly broken tone in Patrick’s voice. He didn’t like hearing Patrick sound like that. “It’s okay.”

  “No, it’s not. I feel awful. I feel even worse when I think about how wonderful last night was.”

  “Patrick, look at me.” Brad waited until the wary, guilt-filled eyes met his. “You are worth more than sex, and I’m not angry with you.”

  “You’re not?”

  “No, I’m not.” Brad tilted his chin up and gave him a soft kiss. “So stop worrying. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters”

  “You’re amazing, Angel; you really are.”

  “So are you.” Brad gave him another kiss. It was just starting to get heated when his stomach growled. He pulled away from the kiss with a blush.

  “Was that your stomach?”

  “I think I might be hungry.”

  “How about I make you an omelet? I seem to remember you eating one.”

  Brad smiled. “And I remember you saying that you made a good omelet.”

 
“I do.”

  “Well, then, let’s test that theory.” Brad gave him one more kiss and then released him from his hold.

  Patrick smiled at him and slithered out of the bed. Brad’s observant eyes noticed the slight twinge as he climbed out of the bed. He seemed to be favoring his shoulder. Brad watched as he pulled on his jeans and headed for the door. Patrick turned to him with a smile. “Are you coming?”

  “I’m coming.” Brad heaved himself out of the bed and grabbed his own discarded jeans. He pulled them on and met Patrick at the door. A smile bloomed on his face as Patrick grabbed his hand. They walked through the house holding hands. Patrick didn’t release him until they got to the kitchen.

  Brad sat down at the table and watched as Patrick moved around the kitchen. He liked the way the other man looked in his kitchen. He also liked the way Patrick looked in nothing but jeans. Brad was so intent on watching the way Patrick’s ass looked in his pants that he didn’t notice Patrick had everything he needed for the omelet until he could smell it cooking. “That smells amazing.”

  “Thank you.” Patrick expertly flipped the omelet onto a plate and set in on the table in front of Brad. “Go ahead, try it.”

  Brad picked up the fork that had appeared with the plate and took a bite. Flavor exploded over his tongue, and he moaned. It was amazing. The omelet had all of his favorite things in it, but there was something else. Patrick had added something to the eggs that just made it taste better. “Oh, God, this is amazing.”

  “You like it?”

  “This is the best omelet that I have ever had.” Brad reached out with his free hand and grabbed Patrick. He pulled him to his side and placed a kiss on his stomach. “Are you going to join me for breakfast?”

  “Yes, but you’d have to let go of me first, and I’m not sure that I want that.” A gentle hand ran through Brad’s hair. “I like having your arms around me.”

  “I like putting them there, but I would like for you to have breakfast with me.” Brad reluctantly let go of Patrick. As the other man made himself an omelet, Brad got juice out of the fridge for both of them. By the time he had the juice ready, Patrick was sitting at the table with his own omelet.