by Webster, K
Fuck, he’s hot.
So unbelievably gorgeous that I stop mid-step, caught staring at him. Tonight, Dante has on a dark gray dress shirt sans tie, black slacks, and his dark hair is mussed up in a way that looks like I’ve been running my fingers through it while I attack his mouth with mine. My dick twitches at that image, making me thankful my coat is covering me.
“Sheriff Bell,” Dante greets, his sexy, villainous smile wide. “Funny running into you here.”
Brie’s smile falls as her brows knit in confusion. “What are you doing here, Jax?”
I stride over to them and shrug. “Was passing by when I saw your car,” I lie to Brie. “Thought I’d come say hi. If I’m interrupting your date…”
“Heavens no,” she says with a laugh. “Dante already told me he’s seeing someone. He’s just new around here, so I thought we’d get to know each other a little better.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, my brow hiking up as I sit on the stool beside Dante. “Who’s the lucky girl?”
Dante chuckles, deep and throaty, as his knee brushes mine. “Not a lady, Jax. A fella.”
“Is it Cato?” Brie blurts out. “He’s such a great guy.”
“Nah,” Dante says. “You wouldn’t know this guy.”
He and I share a smirk until Kian steps over to our table.
“We charge double for cops,” Kian teases, laying on his bartender charm. “What can I get you, Sheriff?”
It relieves me that he’s being professional and not putting me on the spot for showing up.
“I’ll have a glass of whatever they’re having. Thanks, Kian.”
Brie launches into a story about her brother Atlas who’s serving in the military. Dante and I nod, half listening while stealing glances and accidental touches. It isn’t until I’m halfway through my glass of wine that I realize I didn’t even notice Kian dropping it off.
Guilt squeezes my heart inside my chest.
For as long as I have pined over Kian, it feels strange to be able to turn that part of me off. Somehow, Dante seems to distract me from those usual thoughts. Maybe, after Dante and I fuck around a bit, I’ll finally be over my unhappiness. Maybe I really am bisexual and once I get this need out of my system, I can get back into the dating game, find a wife, and settle down.
Maybe.
Or, maybe I’ll fall for the hot big city man.
That would be disastrous.
“Brie?” a familiar voice says. “I thought that was you.”
She hops off the stool to hug a guy we went to high school with. Hank Townsend, Ned Townsend’s son. While Brie liked hanging with Hank, he and I only associated through baseball and football. Off the fields, I thought he was a bit of an arrogant dick. Probably why he’s had two failed marriages already. It’s unnerving to see his attention on Brie.
“I thought you hated this place,” she says, frowning at him. “You and Kian never got along back in the day. Did you finally grow up and stop being a dick?”
He smirks, throwing his arm over her shoulders and pulling her to him. “Always so mouthy. Now I remember why we never dated.”
“We never dated because you were a manwhore. How are the kids?” She pulls out of his hold and plops down on her stool.
“Jayden played peewee football this past fall. Jacob started pre-K. They’re both good.” He sighs as he takes a seat beside her, inviting himself to our table. “Eliza babies them too much after the divorce, but I can’t do shit about that.” His gaze lifts to meet Dante’s. “And you are…”
“Dante Kincaid.” He nods and offers his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Hank shoots me a confused look. “Any relation to Callan Kincaid?”
“That’s my brother.” Dante stiffens. “You know him?”
“Hank coaches baseball and also teaches history,” I explain to Dante. “I’m sure the fight was gossip all over the school today.”
“Not to mention,” Hank reveals, “I’m the one who broke it up.”
“Don’t worry,” I assure Hank. “The boys shouldn’t be too much trouble now. We made sure to punish them accordingly.”
“Glad to hear it,” Hank says and then turns his smile on for Brie. “You seeing anyone, Deputy?”
“He really thinks these lines will work,” Brie teases. “Sorry, Hank, but I’m not looking to be the third Mrs. Townsend.”
“You break my heart, woman.”
They begin flirting, which is rather nauseating to watch, so I make eye contact with Dante, lifting a brow in question. He gives me a slight nod that he’s ready.
“Thanks for the wine,” I say to Dante, oddly satisfied that I’m leaving him to pay for it, and then turn to Hank and Brie. “I have an early morning tomorrow, so I’m going to run. It was good seeing you, Hank.”
As I walk away, I feel eyes on me. Kian watches me in that familiar way he does when he’s trying to solve a mystery. I give him a slight wave and then hurry out.
The last thing I need is Kian figuring out that I’m indulging in my secret side with Dante. It feels like a betrayal and I know he’d see it as one. It’s most definitely something that I’ll keep to myself and go to my grave with.
Until the day I have to bury it, I’m going to enjoy every second with Dante Kincaid.
Every damn second.
Dante
I feel like a teenager sneaking into my boyfriend’s bedroom.
Jax better be glad I like his dick. That’s the only reason I’m creeping through the shadows and into his backyard. If his dick was even slightly mediocre, I’d tell him to get lost with his closeted bullshit. I’d snag up a good boy like Kian or Cato and go back to business as usual in bed.
The lights in the garage apartment are on, but the ones inside Jax’s are off. I’m about to text him I’m here when the back door opens. I step inside his warm house and let out a relieved sigh to finally be here.
“Hey,” Jax murmurs. “Took you long enough.”
I roll my eyes as I shed my coat. “I got to talking to that dipshit. Finally bailed when he stuck his tongue down Brie’s throat.”
Jax takes my coat from me, his warm fingers brushing against mine. “She knows better than getting involved with that idiot. He has one helluva track record with women.” He opens a closet and hangs up my coat. “You thirsty?”
“I could use a drink,” I grumble.
Truth is, I’ve been on edge all night. First, I was irritated that Shelly and Jax went to dinner. Then, I was annoyed Kian was tending bar because then I imagined him with Jax. Later, when that douchebag showed up, I didn’t get to enjoy my night in public with Jax. Having to creep through the night to get to Jax’s was the final straw to put me in a pissy mood.
Jax walks into the kitchen and roots around in a cabinet. No light. Just more sneaking around. I prowl into the kitchen after him and let out a huff.
“We’re going to drink in the dark too?” I bite out, unable to control my tone.
The light above the stove turns on, revealing Jax’s half-naked form to me. All irritation melts away as I drink in the sexy way his jeans hang off his narrow hips. His chest and abs are muscled perfection. A little chest hair between his pecs has me craving to run my tongue through the dark patch all the way down to his even darker happy trail that disappears under his jeans.
“You okay?” he asks, his face contorted into one of concern. “You sound off.”
I release a heavy sigh. “Just tired, I guess. Sorry.”
He walks over to me and slides his palms over my chest before locking his hands behind my neck. With his pine scent flooding my nostrils, I’m unable to resist grabbing his hips and pulling him closer. My lips press to his, suddenly ravenous for him. We both groan as our tongues seek the other. Our kiss transforms from sweet to needy almost in an instant.
“I’ve been dying to taste you,” he murmurs in between kisses. “Longest day ever.”
I smile against his lips. “Now that you have me, what do you plan to do with me?”
“The possibilities are endless.” He chuckles in a relaxed way. It’s nice seeing him take the stick out of his ass for once. “I could start by giving you that thank you blowjob.”
“Is that all?”
“For now.” He nips at my bottom lip before he begins unfastening my slacks. “We’ll see if you can get it up again later, big city man.”
I laugh at his playfulness. It’s not a side I’m familiar with seeing from him. All thoughts fade when he takes my dick into his strong grip.
“Fuck,” he rumbles as he drops to his knees. “Your cock is perfect.”
Spearing my fingers into his dark hair, I latch on, tilting his head back slightly so I can see his face. The soft light from the stove makes him seem young and innocent. Though I know it’s not true, I pretend he’s about to give his first blowjob.
With my hold still on his hair, I grip my cock over his hand, teasing the glistening tip over his plump, parted lips. “Do you want me to tell you what to do, boy?”
“Yes.”
A thrill shoots down my spine, making my dick twitch. “Tease the tip with your tongue. I want to feel your hot breath tickling me.”
His tongue flicks out, obeying me without question. I hiss in pleasure the moment his wet warmth meets my skin. Rather than simply tease my tip, he’s curious and gentle, giving the crown of my cock sweet kisses. His tongue explores the slit on the end, lapping away the pre-cum there and pushing against it like it might grant him entry.
“Suck on my balls,” I rasp out. “I want to feel them inside your pretty mouth.”
He moans at my words, dragging a wet trail down my shaft to my nuts. I inhale a sharp gasp of air when he sucks one of my balls into his mouth.
“Jax,” I groan. “Just like that. Feels good.”
Emboldened by my words, the little Hoover feeds my other ball into his mouth. I guess there are perks to fucking around with a big guy. His dick isn’t the only thing that’s huge. It delights me that he can fit so much of me in his mouth.
Seeing a shirtless Sheriff Jaxson Bell on his knees with my balls in his mouth is one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed. His shoulders are strong and with each movement, the muscles tighten and bunch. I’m unable to keep from running my fingers over the flesh there.
He pulls off my nuts and smiles up at me. Slobber coats his chin and drips to the floor. His eyes flash with hunger.
“What now?” he asks, clearly into my telling him what to do.
“Suck on it. Show me you’re worth me sneaking around for. Gag on it. Swallow it.” I caress his cheek with my palm. “Give me a blowjob I won’t ever forget.”
With determination flashing in his gaze, he grips my dick and starts sucking it into his mouth. I’m thick, so his teeth scrape along the smooth flesh. He makes a groaning sound as he attempts to take me into his throat, too. His throat constricts as he gags. The vibration of his trouble feels so fucking good. I snag onto his hair and slightly flex my hips, urging him to take more.
“Good boy,” I croon, my legs shaking with pleasure. “You keep that up and I’m going to fill your belly with cum. Do you want my cum deep inside you?”
His nod, despite his gagging, makes me smile. So eager to please. A man like Jax Bell is dangerous to someone like me in the bedroom. When a perfect lover comes along, a man can get greedy. I know all too well what happens when you’re greedy over a lover.
You fall in love.
But with love always comes war.
Hearts are slain and no one wins.
Least not in my world.
His throat tries to swallow me again, catching me by surprise. Pleasure coils in my gut and my nuts tighten. I should warn him of my impending release, but based on the way he’s intensified his efforts, I’d say he knows it’s coming. Strangled sounds of need escape me before I’m pushed into ecstasy.
“Holy shit, Jax,” I grunt as my cock throbs with my release.
He chokes on the load jetting down his throat, but he swallows around my thickness like a blowjob champ. Once my cock stops twitching, he slides off, a grin tugging at his slobbery lips.
“Did that express my gratitude well enough?”
“I might need another one to be sure,” I tease, grabbing his shoulders and hauling him to his feet. “Your turn.”
He laughs and steps out of my hold. “No, big city man, I owe you a drink. Put your messy dick away for now.”
Bossy bastard.
I tuck my dick back into my slacks and watch him as he grabs a couple of beers from the fridge. Once he’s popped the caps off them, he hands me one and nods toward the hallway.
“Want to get more comfortable?” He sips his beer, swallowing a huge gulp that makes his Adam’s apple bob. Fuck, how I want to lick his throat. “Come on.”
I trail after him as he walks to his bedroom. He closes the door behind us, turning the lock. The television is on, which is our only source of light. I’m drinking in his beautiful body as he sets his beer down on the end table. His head turns my way as he studies me.
“I thought we could watch a movie,” he says, his arms crossing over his chest. “Does that sound good?”
“You don’t have to romance me to fuck me, Jax. I’m not a teenager.”
His features turn to stone as he regards me. “Can we…” He sighs. “I wanted to ease into it a bit.”
I’m being an asshole and he doesn’t deserve it. Especially not after the way he sucked my dick like it was the best damn thing he’d ever put in his mouth.
“Sorry,” I grumble. “I’m not trying to be pissy.”
His shoulders relax. “It’s fine. Now put your beer down and take your shirt and pants off but keep your boxers on.”
“Kind of hard to fuck with my boxers on,” I taunt, a teasing grin tugging at my lips.
“We’re watching a movie.” He smirks as he unfastens his jeans and steps out of them. “No fucking.”
“Right,” I drawl out, but obey the sexy cop. “I’ll keep my hands to myself like a good boy.” I flick through each button on my shirt and then peel it off my body, tossing it to the floor.
“Good,” he rumbles, his hungry stare raking over my naked chest. “I wouldn’t want to have to handcuff you.”
A laugh tumbles out of me. “Don’t threaten a bad boy with a good time.”
He climbs into his bed, looking too hot for words in a tight pair of black boxers. After I shed my slacks, I do the same, sliding beneath the covers beside him.
“What are we doing?” I ask, lifting a brow at him.
“Hanging out.”
A derisive snort escapes me. “Sounds boring.”
“Do you ever just relax, big city man? This is Brigs Ferry Bay. A forever vacation town. I know you’re used to go-go-go, but sometimes you have to just stay.”
“You could make me,” I rumble, teasing a finger around his nipple. “It’s your job to lay down the law around here.”
He wastes no time pouncing on me and straddling my thighs. His powerful hands grip my wrists, pinning them to the bed. With the light of the television behind him, his face is shadowed. My very own demon who’s come to possess my body.
“This is more like it,” I taunt, flexing my hips up. “I know I didn’t sneak through the dark just to watch Ironman.”
His hold on me loosens. “Dante…”
The tone in his voice pokes a tiny hole into my heart. So small, at first it’s just a pinch, but the ragged sigh that escapes him has it stretching and widening, weakening me to whatever it is he wants to say.
“This is supposed to be fun,” I remind him. “I understand the rules.”
“I feel like I’m fucking this all up. Let me explain myself.” Before I can argue there’s no need, he lets go of my wrists, sliding off my body but wrapping his powerful one around mine and his head resting on my shoulder. I shift to get comfortable, because I can tell he needs to talk, and rest my palm on his lower back.
“One day,” he murmurs. �
��I woke up different. No single thing happened to make me that way. No grand revelation. On a Friday I was straight, or so I thought, and by Saturday, I saw my best friend in a way I never had.”
I’m interested to hear about his past, which surprises me. Typically, my hookups are just that. Fast, hot as hell, and forgotten by the next one. Generic talk about the weather or a movie or whatever was as deep as it got.
Except him.
I try not to think about Toby.
Some things are better left in the past.
“He’d slept over,” Jax says, his voice soft and faraway like he’s right back there in that moment. “All night we stayed up shooting the shit like usual. I’d woken up with him sleeping on me. Just like this.” He gently caresses my pectoral muscle. “And it felt right, you know?”
I cover his hand on my chest with my own, squeezing it so he’ll continue.
“For a second,” he murmurs, “I forgot who I was. Who he was. All I knew was I wanted him. In ways that went beyond friendship. I wanted to taste and touch him. Out of the blue, I was starved for him.” He laughs. “Imagine his surprise when I woke him up with my lips on his.”
“Did you know he was gay?”
“He told me he liked guys. Was always looking at gay porn. But he wasn’t out yet.” His fingers tickle down my ribs and I tense, not eager for him to know how ticklish I am. “I thought maybe he’d punch me, but instead, he kissed me back. It was the sweetest kiss that turned hungry almost immediately. He’d worked his hand into my boxers, giving me my first taste of bliss from another guy, when I’d heard my dad hollering for me.”
“Way to kill a boner,” I say with a chuckle.
“No shit. I was traumatized for a solid week, ignoring Kian like it was all his fault.”
“So you’ve always been a dick is what I’m hearing…”
He playfully smacks my chest. “I went by his place the following weekend and begged him to forgive me for blowing him off. Told him I wanted to go back to being best friends.”
“That went over well?”
“He asked if he could give me a blowjob.”
“What teenage boy says no to that?”