Wild Angels

by Bethany Brown

  “Can you promise me that you won’t get shot again?”

  “No, but I can promise you that I’ll try to not get shot again.” Patrick nipped Brad’s nose and pulled Brad into his arms. “So, are you going to tell me how you’re feeling this morning?”

  “I’m sore, but it’s a good sore.” His hands started to roam over Patrick’s back again. “You never mentioned how good that felt.”

  “The screaming wasn’t enough of an indicator?” Patrick laughed as Brad tickled his sides. “Stop it! Not fair!”

  Patrick howled with laughter as Brad continued to tickle him. He tried to roll away, but he had no real desire to be out of Brad’s arms. Brad tickled him until there were tears running down his face. While Patrick was trying to get his breathing back under control, Brad’s hands started to run over his skin again. This time, instead of tickling, they were hitting all of the spots that made him writhe with need. Patrick moaned and shifted under the attention of those hands.

  “Roll over,” Brad instructed. Patrick moaned and rolled onto his stomach. They’d moved enough during the tickle fight that he now had his head on Brad’s pillow. He inhaled Brad’s scent as he settled himself comfortably on the bed.

  Brad’s tongue started tracing patterns over his back once again. Patrick moaned softly and arched into the sensations. Brad’s teeth fastened on the back of his neck and he gasped. When Brad began to suck, he groaned and started to tremble. He could feel the blood rushing to the area as Brad continued the suction. It was going to be a very big mark. As Brad gave the trapped piece of skin one final bite, Patrick clenched the sheets in his hands.

  This time Brad avoided the tattoo in favor of sucking up bruises on the undecorated parts of Patrick’s skin. I’m going to look like someone tried to eat me. Patrick cried out as Brad actually bit his ribcage. He tried to shift some more, but Brad had his body draped over his lower half, so he couldn’t move very well. He attempted to knock Brad off of him, but Brad simply shoved him back onto the bed and bit his shoulder. Patrick hissed in pleasure and stopped trying to move.

  By the time Brad made it to his ass, Patrick was shaking with desire and could feel beads of sweat forming on his skin. He moaned as Brad bit into one of his ass cheeks. As he felt deft fingers playing with his ass, Patrick reached out, grabbed the lube and a condom from the nightstand, and tossed them to Brad. “In me, now.”

  “Demanding this morning, aren’t you?”

  “Please, Angel.” Patrick could hear the desperation in his own voice. He spread his legs and managed to lift himself onto his knees. Strong fingers gripped his thighs as a bite was given to the other side of his ass. Patrick was pretty sure that by the time Brad was finished with him, he wouldn’t be able to sit very well. He didn’t really care.

  Cool, slick fingers slipped into his ass and he gasped at the burn. Patrick thrust back against Brad’s hand, trying to get the fingers farther in. Brad complied with the unspoken request by twisting the two fingers and nailing Patrick’s prostate. Patrick howled, suddenly rock-hard and dripping. He whined and shifted his hips in an attempt to make Brad rub over his prostate continuously. His actions earned him another bite on the ass.

  “Damn it, Angel, stop teasing and get in me.”

  “Not yet. I don’t want to hurt you.” Brad ran a hand down his back as the motion of his fingers slowed. A third finger joined the other two inside of Patrick. The pace was fast enough to stretch him but slow enough to drive Patrick nearly insane with lust.

  Patrick writhed and whimpered, but Brad wouldn’t increase the speed of his fingers. He could feel the tenderness in the motions. It was enough to bring tears to his eyes. Patrick cried out at the loss when Brad removed his fingers. Gentle fingers and lips soothed him as he felt the head of Brad’s cock press against his entrance. Brad slid inside with one slow, gentle thrust. Once he was fully seated, Brad draped himself over Patrick’s back and pressed soothing kisses to his spine.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “No. Please, Angel, move. I need—” Patrick’s words were cut off by the groan he let out as Brad started to move.

  “You need what?”

  “I just need.”

  “I’ve got you,” Brad whispered into his ear. Patrick shivered as that announcement was followed by a lick. Brad’s hands ran down his arms until they reached his hands and then linked their fingers together. His mouth latched onto Patrick’s neck as he started to move.

  Patrick squeezed Brad’s fingers and trembled. He was drowning in sensation. Brad was hitting his prostate with every thrust, sending pleasure zinging through his nerves. Patrick tightened his hold on Brad’s fingers in time with the movements inside him. The feel of Brad’s mouth on his neck was driving his pleasure higher. It was the same spot that Brad always chose. He was starting to get an almost permanent mark there. It made the repetitive biting slightly painful, but the pleasure was worth it.

  As he moved, Brad’s chest rubbed across the numerous bite marks he had left on Patrick’s back. Patrick gasped and rocked his hips in an attempt to match Brad’s movements. His efforts were made difficult by the way that Brad was draped over him. The younger man had him practically pinned to the bed. He was completely under Brad’s control. Instead of continuing to try to fight for movement, Patrick gave in and let the sensations roll over him.

  He could suddenly feel every point of contact between his body and Brad’s. The constant bombardment of his prostate was making his leaking erection throb. He could feel Brad’s nipples rubbing against some of the bite marks on his back, causing tingles to run through his body. Brad’s fingers tightened on his as he lifted his mouth from Patrick’s neck. Patrick moaned at the loss of sensation, but Brad kept thrusting, and he could feel orgasm creeping closer.

  Brad’s cheek rubbed over his, and he felt breath, hot against his ear. “Come for me.”

  That was all it took. Patrick screamed as his orgasm ripped through him and shattered him into pieces. He was drowning in the pleasure, and all he could feel was Brad. Teeth in his shoulder and a throbbing cock inside him as Brad came triggered aftershocks of pleasure that were nearly as intense as the original orgasm. Patrick was shaking uncontrollably, and the only thing holding him up was Brad. He was also fairly certain that there were tears running down his face, it had been so intense. When Brad gently pulled out of him, he collapsed onto the bed. He went willingly when Brad pulled him into his arms. Patrick pressed his face into Brad’s neck and trembled.

  “Patrick, sugar, you okay?” Brad’s question was as soft as the hands running over his back. “You’re trembling.”

  “Intense,” Patrick murmured. He burrowed closer to Brad, practically climbing on top of him. Brad didn’t say anything else, just held him close.

  Patrick hoped that Brad couldn’t feel the tears he was dripping onto Brad’s chest. He wasn’t ready to leave. He didn’t think he ever would be.

  Chapter 16

  The circumference of the ice rink at the rec center was decorated to within an inch of being considered a fire hazard. There were streamers and balloons everywhere. All of the skaters were wearing party hats—and that was a lot of hats. The place was packed. Half the town seemed to be inside, either on the rink or sitting in the stands. They were all there to see the same person. The guest of honor was in the middle of the rink doing figure eights with a bunch of her friends while her father watched from nearby. Roy hadn’t let Hallie out his sight since they had arrived.

  Brad smiled as he glided by the little girl. She seemed to be doing all right, if the bright smile on her face was anything to go by. He moved through the people on the ice looking for his friends. Hearing his lover’s laughter, Brad turned to locate the sound. When he finally spotted Patrick, he felt a smile cross his face. Patrick was seated on one of the hockey benches, with Julian at his feet tying his skates.

  “You know, I can’t tell if that was Julian’s idea or Patrick’s,” Jack commented. Brad turned his head to find the older man s
tanding next to him. Without all of the hockey padding, Jack looked slightly less intimidating than he did during their weekly games.

  “I think it’s a bit of both.” Brad moved closer to Jack and lowered his voice. “Patrick’s shoulder still really bothers him when he has to tie things like shoelaces.”

  Jack frowned slightly. “He never said anything about that.”

  “Does that really surprise you?”

  “No, I guess not.” Jack chuckled. “Let’s go see how they’re doing.”

  Brad nodded and followed the other man to where his boyfriend was sitting. Boyfriend. Brad still couldn’t believe that he was actually dating a man. He felt a blush grace his face and a throb in his ass as he thought of what they had done the night before. While it had only happened twice, he was starting to crave the feeling of Patrick buried inside him.

  As they reached the bench, Patrick looked up, and Brad felt his heart clench. How was he supposed to give up this man in a week? Brad wasn’t sure if his heart would be able to take it.

  “Hey there, Wilde Thing. Wanna give me a hand?” Patrick held out his good arm as Julian moved away from his now-tied skates. Brad frowned when he saw the sling once again on Patrick’s arm, but he knew the other man had been pushing himself, with a little help from Roz.

  Brad grasped the offered hand and gave a small tug. Patrick got to his feet, only swaying slightly. Wrapping an arm around the detective’s waist, Brad helped him onto the ice. While he knew that Patrick could skate, he also knew that his balance would be off with his arm in a sling. Once on the ice, Patrick glided right into his arms. Brad smiled and nuzzled his cheek. “Hey, sugar.”

  “Hey, Angel.”

  “You ready to skate?”

  Patrick pulled back slightly. His eyes were glittering with happiness. “Only if you promise to hold my hand.”

  “I think I can manage that,” Brad replied. He laced his fingers through the fingers of Patrick’s good hand and slowly started to skate. It took a few strokes for Patrick to pick up the rhythm, but once he did, they began to glide easily around the rink.

  The warmth from Patrick’s fingers seemed to run up his arm. Brad smiled at the sensation. Having Patrick’s hand in his felt wonderful. It felt natural. Brad couldn’t remember ever feeling that way with any of the girls he had dated. The years he had spent being afraid of his attraction to men seemed silly now. Brad kept them moving until he felt Patrick start to slow. Tightening his grip on Patrick’s hand, Brad spun around so he was directly in front of Patrick and skating backward. He smiled into his lover’s surprised eyes.

  “You’re a bit of a showoff, aren’t you, Angel?”

  “Hey, I have to find some way to hold your interest.”

  “Trust me on this one, Brad, you don’t have to try and keep my interest.”

  The serious tone of Patrick’s voice made Brad blush. He stopped skating, which allowed Patrick to glide into his arms. He wrapped both of his arms around Patrick’s waist and pulled him as close as possible while in public. Their height difference, which Brad normally didn’t notice, was more apparent while on skates. Brad found himself staring up into Patrick’s green eyes. There was a soft look in them that Brad had been seeing more of lately.

  Those beautiful green eyes frowned in concern. “Brad?”

  Brad shook his head slightly when he realized he had been staring. “Kiss me.”

  The smile returned to Patrick’s eyes as his mouth descended. Brad opened his mouth the instant he felt Patrick’s tongue touch his lips. He sucked Patrick’s tongue into his mouth with a moan as he buried one of his hands in his lover’s brown hair. His other hand stayed on the trim waist, keeping the force of the kiss from pushing them apart on the ice. Brad had always enjoyed kissing, but kissing Patrick was like nothing he had ever experienced. Patrick kissed like he was making love with his mouth. In fact, during one lengthy make-out session, Brad had actually come in his pants.

  “If you two keep that up, you might just melt the ice.”

  Brad broke away from the kiss to see Roz next to them. He flashed her a smile. “Jealous?”

  “Of course. I know how good you kiss.”

  “What?” Patrick’s voice had gone low.

  Brad felt his stomach drop. Shit.

  Roz was smiling. “Bradley and I used to date. Well, actually, I’m not sure if date is the right word. We definitely used to hook up.”

  Brad caught the look on Patrick’s face before the cool cop mask slid into place and he felt himself pale. Double shit.

  “Excuse me,” Patrick said. He pulled away from Brad and skated toward the bench. Brad watched him go with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

  “What was that about?”

  “Patrick didn’t know about us.”

  “Shit, Brad, I’m sorry. I just wanted to tease you.” Roz shook her hair out of her face and looked after Patrick. “I’ve never seen him act like this.”

  “Neither have I. I’m going after him.”

  “I really am sorry,” Roz repeated. Seeing the upset look on her face, Brad reached out and gave her arm a squeeze. He quickly took off after Patrick. While he was able to catch up fairly quickly, Patrick’s head start had allowed him to get off the ice.

  “Patrick, wait.” Brad reached out and grasped his good shoulder. “Can we—”

  “Why, if it isn’t Brad Wilde,” a female voice commented. A voluptuous blonde pushed her way between the two men. “Where have you been hiding?”

  “Karen.”

  “You look great.” Karen ran her hands over his chest. “You feel great too.”

  Brad saw pain flash in Patrick’s eyes before the other man turned and hobbled to the locker room. “Patrick!” Brad pulled Karen’s hands off of his chest. “Damn it, Karen! Get your hands off of me!”

  Karen looked from Brad’s face to where Patrick had gone and back again. There was disbelief in her eyes. “No fucking way.”

  “Get out of my way.”

  “You’re fucking a man? You?”

  “Just get out of my way!” Brad snarled. He attempted to push past her, but she grabbed at his arm. With the skates still on his feet, the grip forced him to stop or risk falling on his face.

  “Don’t worry, Brad; I’ll still be here when you get this out of your system.”

  Brad shrugged out from under her touch with a glare. “Get away from me, Karen. I don’t hit women as a general rule, but right now you are making breaking that rule very tempting.” He got a small amount of satisfaction from the insulted look on her face, but Brad really didn’t care if he hurt her feelings. All he cared about at the moment was Patrick.

  Brad stepped into the locker room and looked around. He spotted Patrick sitting on the bench and leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed. Brad could see lines of pain around Patrick’s eyes and had a feeling he, not the injury, was the cause. The thought that he had hurt Patrick made Brad feel as if he was going to be sick.

  “Patrick?” Brad bit his lip as his lover’s eyes opened. “Can I join you?”

  Patrick looked at him for a moment, and then gave a slight nod. Brad crossed the distance between them and sat down on Patrick’s left side. What he really wanted to do was grab Patrick’s hand, but he wasn’t sure if his touch would be welcome. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he reached out and grasped Patrick’s hand anyway. When Patrick’s fingers laced with his, Brad exhaled in relief.

  “You know, sometimes I forget,” Patrick murmured. He lifted their linked hands and brushed his lips across the back of Brad’s.

  The press of Patrick’s lips sent shivers up Brad’s arm. “Forget what?”

  “That you’re bi.” Patrick gave a weak laugh and turned his head to face Brad. “I’m not used to having to compete with women.”

  “You don’t have to compete with anyone, Patrick. You’re in a league of your own.” This time it was Brad who kissed his lover’s hand. He could feel a slight tremble in the hand he was holdin
g, and was surprised to see a glimmer of tears in Patrick’s eyes when he looked up. “Patrick, sugar, what’s wrong?”

  “I don’t know how I’m going to do this.”

  “Do what?”

  “Go home to my life without you.” A single tear escaped and rolled down Patrick’s cheek. Brad brushed it away then pulled Patrick closer, resting his lover’s head on his shoulder. Patrick’s grip tightened on his hand, and he could feel lips pressing against his neck.

  “Don’t worry, sugar; we’ll figure it out. I promise.” Brad tilted his head and pressed his lips to Patrick’s forehead. His arms tightened as he felt the damp heat of tears against his neck. They had to figure it out. The last thing Brad wanted was to lose the man in his arms.

  Chapter 17

  “You’re quiet,” Jack observed, passing over a mug of hot chocolate to Julian, who was on the porch swing.

  Julian took it with a small smile. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

  Jack settled next to him on the swing and curled an arm around his shoulders. “Okay?”

  “Hmm.” Julian snuggled into him noncommittally. “Never better.”

  “You sound tired.”

  “Exhausted.” He tucked his feet up and set the mug down, adjusting the blanket he had to cover Jack as well.

  Jack smiled to himself and leaned backward, bringing Julian with him and carding his fingers through his hair. “It’s been a long couple of weeks.”

  “Hmm,” Julian agreed. “Do you think they’ll be okay?”

  “Brad and Patrick?” Jack clarified. He was pretty sure that was what Julian meant, though he could have been referring to Roy and Hallie.

  “They just seem so….”

  Jack knew what he meant, and more than that, he knew how he felt. Julian always took it so hard when someone he cared about was hurting. “Lost?” he suggested, stroking his lover’s back softly.

  Sighing, Julian relaxed against him. “Lost. Yeah, that fits. I mean, I’m sure you’ve noticed the difference.”