“I want you inside of me,” he urged against the man’s lips.
“Here or in the bed?” Isaac blinked up at him.
“Here, I can’t wait.”
As quickly as he could manage, he rinsed the soap from their skin. His cock already thickening, hard.
“Let’s save that for when your ribs aren’t bruised.”
He pouted. “Fuck.” They were throbbing a bit.
“It’s okay, we have plenty of time,” Isaac promised and closed the distance between them. Isaac tore open a packet, rolled the condom on, and reached for the lube on the small shelf before slathering up his covered dick. Planting his hands on the tile, Isaac turned around and presented his ass.
Zane didn’t hesitate, he eased forward just as Isaac reached back and helped him align his dick at his entrance. He watched his cock disappear completely into Isaac’s body.
Oh fuck. Hot silk surrounded his dick and he couldn’t stop from rutting against Isaac’s ass. He slipped his hands along Isaac’s arms, then he linked their fingers. Leaning in so his chest touched against Isaac’s back, his knees bent so he could piston his cock into the man’s warmth.
Isaac bowed his head and groaned. Zane shoved deeper and roamed his mouth along Isaac’s shoulder and up his neck.
“So good. So fucking good,” Isaac moaned, lifting his head.
“Yes,” he agreed, panting, his breath harsh. Better than good, fucking mind-blowing.
The shower started to cool at his back and he had just enough mind to snap the water off.
The sudden silence amplified his heaving breath and stifling groans. Water trickled down the drain and dripped from the shower head.
Isaac panted and groaned, driving Zane crazy. He gripped both of Isaac’s hips and set up a hard pace.
“Fuck yeah.” Isaac widened his legs so he fit perfectly between them. He moaned when he went deeper than before. He hoped like hell he was hitting the same spot that Isaac had fingered inside of him.
“Oh yeah, right there!” Pressing his chest to the wall, Isaac widened his stance.
He took up Isaac’s silent invitation and hammered home. A pain pinched his ribs and his stride grew sporadic. He lost his rhythm several times due to the throb in his side. The newness of their lovemaking and the slap of wet skin kept him as hard as a hammer.
He wanted Isaac to lose control. Isaac hung his head, the top of his head pressed to the tile, and then gave a long shudder.
Zane leaned in and nipped, his teeth biting at Isaac’s shoulders before his lips trailed along the back of his neck.
Every shudder and clench of Isaac’s ass squeezed around his cock when the man released against the tile.
“Yes, yes.” Isaac spasmed, shuddering in his grip.
The feel of it all drove him over the edge and he curled forward and came hard. It was painful, but he didn’t fucking care. For several long moments, he stayed like that before sliding from Isaac’s body. Breathing hard, Isaac turned.
Reaching for him, he pulled Isaac close, his own chest heaving.
They had just enough hot water left to finish rinsing off.
Dried and laying beneath the blankets, he kept Isaac close to his side. Isaac rubbed his cheek against his chest and fell asleep like that.
Zane lay awake for a long time. His world had completely changed and he didn’t regret one second of it. It could have all been taken from him in a blink of an eye today.
He tightened his arm around Isaac and pressed a kiss to his head before drifting off.
Several hours later, the hot mouth surrounding his dick drew a groan from his throat. He sent his hips sleepily thrusting upward and then yelped.
“Was that a yelp?” Isaac popped off his dick.
“No. Keep going,” he complained.
Isaac laughed and took all of him into the back of his throat and sucked him hard. Strong hands caressed the inside of his thighs, pressing them apart. Fingers toyed with his balls, rolling them around just as a tongue swirled down the vein of his dick and he spasmed that fucking quick, his back bowed and he spilled every bit of come he had into Isaac’s mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned a few moments later.
“Good morning.”
He blinked sleepily down into Isaac’s face.
“Morning.”
Isaac
Not wanting to face the world right then, he burrowed closer into Zane’s uninjured side, but still remained careful of the man’s ribs.
“I can’t sleep any longer.”
“You’ve just been through something horrible, you should try.” He glanced toward the long, dark hotel curtains. A sliver of light swept through the crack between the drapes. He figured it was about nine in the morning or so.
“Can’t.” Zane sighed and scooted slowly up in the hotel bed, placing pillows behind his back.
He smiled and rolled from the bed, heading to the small coffee pot on the courtesy desk. Rummaging around in the organizer, he came up with two Colombian dark roast pods.
“Oh hey, Dillon told me you saw your mom.”
“Yeah.” Isaac filled up the container and leaned against the side of the desk.
“How’d that go?”
“I turned my back on her years ago.”
“But now?” The soft light in Zane’s eyes filled his chest with warmth.
“That’s a good question.”
He waited to fully answer until the coffee was done, and Zane didn’t pressure him. He brought Zane a coffee with creamer to the bed and a few minutes later, returned with one of his own.
“Now? I forgave her and I’m trying to forgive myself.” He carefully climbed back in bed.
“Yourself?” Zane frowned.
“For all the wasted years that I couldn’t forgive her. The crazy thing is, I barely remembered any of my childhood until I stepped back into that house.”
Zane reached out and cupped his cheek for a brief moment before dropping his hand to curl it around his cup. They sat like that sipping coffee for a few more moments.
“You’re not to blame,” Zane murmured.
“I know. I just wish I hadn’t forgotten so much.”
“I think that’s the brain trying to cope with tragedy,” Zane said.
“I think you’re right.”
“But going inside helped you remember?”
“It did. She used to protect me.” He swallowed coffee around a lump in his throat. “Dillon used to try and protect her. I was always hidden away. I was always protected, but I didn’t remember it being her. I only remembered Dillon.”
“You blocked it out.”
“Yeah. I didn’t want to remember my dad beating her and my mom throwing herself in front of him to protect me.” He plucked at the sheet.
Zane’s hand cupped the back of his neck and he pressed into the palm he drew so much comfort from.
“And now?”
“Now, I want to see her again.”
“Dillon wants to know if you’d come over to her house for dinner.”
“He does?” He lifted both eyebrows at Zane.
“Yeah.”
“And he sent you to ask me?” he smirked.
“I was handy?” Zane grimaced with a half-smile.
“You’re handy, all right,” he laughed, lifting up for a kiss before placing both empty coffee cups on the side table.
His mother was dying of COPD. The chronic obstructive pulmonary disease was a dangerous respiratory illness. He’d visit her again because she meant a great deal to him. He wanted to spend as much time with her as possible and he wanted Zane there with him.
“I’ll only go on one condition,” he teased.
“What’s that?” Zane tipped his head, looking so fucking sexy sitting there naked in the bed.
“If you’ll go with me.”
“I’d love to, baby.”
“Now, no more talk about my mother.” He and his mom had a long way to go toward repairing their relationship, and he’d make d
amned sure that happened before she died, but right then, he had other things on his mind.
He brushed his fingers through the dark hair on Zane’s bare chest and down the trail that disappeared beneath the blankets.
All he wanted was to make love to Zane. To reaffirm they were alive. To affirm he himself had survived the horrors of his childhood. That Dillon and his mother had both escaped as well. That Zane was alive and that…he was completely and irrevocably in love with Zane Gannon.
Zane cleared his throat.
“Yeah?”
“Move in with me.”
“Did you hit your head?” He gaped at Zane, his heart pounding in his chest.
“No. Move in.”
“You just started dating men. I’m your first.”
“And my last, so move in with me.”
“God damn it,” he scowled.
“Move in.”
“Stop saying that!”
“I will if you say you’ll move in with me.”
“Ask me in six months.”
“No.”
“Damn it.”
“Babe, I don’t want anyone else but you. I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”
He drew in a deep breath over the lump in his throat. “Okay, but you’ll need to move in with me. Your house is in Oregon.”
“Perfect,” Zane said with a smug smile and tugged at him.
“Perfect,” he huskily agreed. Rising up to whisper the word against Zane’s lips, he slowly pulled back the sheets and covers before slipping his body beneath.
This man drove him crazy. Already moving in together? For fuck’s sake. Yeah, it was a big step, but they already spent all of their time together.
Hands ran over his body and heat roared over him like a volcano.
Zane’s hand snaked down and cupped his ass. Isaac undulated his hips and moaned into Zane’s mouth, kissing him harder. Their mouths fought with a ferocious kiss. He ground his cock against Zane until he groaned.
“Condoms and lube still in the shower?” Zane growled.
“Yes!” He collected the items and was back over Zane in seconds. The sexy fucker sprawled like a dark haired Adonis on the bed.
“My tests are negative,” he whispered, sliding his hands up the man’s thighs.
“So are mine.”
“Just lube then?” he hissed, grinding and imagining having Zane inside of him completely.
“Fuck yeah,” Zane breathed.
Slathering up Zane’s cock, he gazed into his eyes, watching the expression of pleasure tighten his face.
He lubed up his fingers, tossed the lube, and took Zane’s mouth in a crushing kiss just as he slid one thick finger inside of his own tight body. Zane pulled back from the kiss and glanced down to watch him.
“Oh fuck,” Zane groaned. “That’s so fucking sexy.”
Isaac added another finger to the first until Zane was panting just from watching him.
“You need to tell me if I hurt your ribs.”
“You won’t hurt me,” Zane growled.
Straddling his thighs over Zane’s hips, he reached back and position the tip of Zane’s thick cock at his entrance and slowly pushed down.
“Oh yeah.” Zane tossed his head back, veins bulging in his neck as he took him inch by fucking inch.
“Fuck.” He gripped the top of his thighs before lifting up and sliding down on that thick cock.
Zane’s hands gripped his hips as he pistoned down, green eyes watching him. Isaac let every ounce of need show on his face and in his eyes as he gazed down into Zane’s rugged face.
His thrusts grew harder, sporadic, and uncontrollable until pleasure slapped into his gut and the room whitened out. He curled forward over Zane with a low groan and pulsed his release on his stomach.
“Yeah, that’s it, fuck yeah,” Zane choked out and then grunted. The pulse of hot come filled his ass. Zane growled out his own release and shuddered.
Panting, he stopped moving and smeared his come between them with a slow hand.
Zane opened his eyes and stared at him through slit lids.
“Isaac,” Zane breathed and tugged at him.
He carefully eased forward into those waiting arms.
Zane
Several hours later found him sitting next to Isaac with his back against the pillows sipping more coffee.
“So.” He cleared his throat.
“What?”
“I don’t think your BFF is happy we’re together.”
“Why do you think that?”
He filled Isaac in on the morning after their first time making love when he’d found Lacy in the house.
“I didn’t even know she was in the fucking house,” Isaac growled.
“It’s cool.”
“What if she watched us?”
His stomach churned at the thought. “We don’t know that.”
Isaac curled his fists. “True, but it’s still fucked up. I want my key back.”
“There’s something else.”
“What?”
“She saw me and Jo at the donut shop on the corner.”
“What were you doing?”
“Making it right with Jo when I got back from Oregon.” He held his breath. Would Isaac believe him?
Isaac tipped his head, the lines at the corner of his eyes crinkled. “What’s wrong?”
“I kissed Jo on the cheek when she announced herself my new BFF because I was officially gay. Lacy saw the kiss.”
“And you think I’d accuse you of cheating?”
“I didn’t want Lacy telling you out of context.”
“I wonder why she hasn’t told me yet?” Isaac frowned.
“My guess? I think she’s waiting to use it against me. To get me out of the way.”
“You make her sound sinister.”
If Isaac had seen her expression that day in his kitchen, he’d probably agree with him, but Zane kept quiet.
“I don’t know what to do.” Isaac sighed.
“Why don’t we give her a chance to prove herself?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“How about a little sting operation?”
“I got knifed the last time we did that.”
He blanched.
“Hey.” Isaac was up and over him, hands to his shoulder, straddling low on his hips, careful of his ribs.
“This is the last time I’m going to say this and then it ends here and now. You are not responsible for me getting wounded. That would be like me saying I’m responsible for you going over that cliff.”
“You’re not.” He frowned.
“I’m not. And neither are you.”
He held Isaac’s eyes for a long, searching moment.
“Okay,” he agreed.
“Okay?”
Isaac squinted at him as if looking for any signs he might be lying.
“Yeah, you’re right. I take my job of protecting you very fucking seriously.”
“Yeah?” Isaac gave a cheeky smile.
“Yeah. If I lost you, I don’t think I’d make it.”
“You’re not going to lose me,” Isaac whispered and kissed him softly.
He knew it wasn’t true, and so did Isaac, but he had to believe they’d be together forever. Otherwise, what was the point of living, of loving each other.
“Hey,” he whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Can I move in tonight?”
“You sure?”
“Hell yes, I’m sure.” Zane chuckled. “It won’t take long to pack.”
“You don’t have any storage?”
“House in Oregon, remember?”
“Well then, you can use my furniture.”
“And you can use mine when we’re visiting Oregon.”
“Deal.”
The drive was short from the hotel back to base and he packed his stuff with Isaac’s help.
“Hey, I got your message,” Oliver said from the doorway of the bunk room.
“What message?” He frowned.
“I sent him a text,” Isaac said. “Oliver is going to help us set up Lacy.”
“Damn right, I am,” Oliver said and Zane couldn’t remember a time he’d ever seen the guy mad, but Oliver was angry.
“Get whomever you need to recruit and be ready for my call,” Isaac said. “Nobody messes with my man.”
Oliver cackled and left the room.
Zane pulled Isaac into his arms. “Your man.”
“Damn right, you are,” Isaac said with a laugh.
Picking up pizza on the way, Isaac snuck him through the back door to escape Lacy since it was too late to get his key back yet.
“Plus, I don’t want her knowing anything is up,” Isaac whispered, leading him to the big bedroom to get settled.
The room was filled with light and splashes of blue and brown. With a blue gray colored carpet and a bedspread of white and brown swirls, the room looked inviting. A wide window faced the front of the house, but cream-colored shades covered the glass from prying eyes.
He tossed his bag in the corner and pulled on gray sweats and a black t-shirt before finding Isaac on the chunky brown couch in the den. The television filled up half of one wall and a large dog bed sat beneath. The cream-colored carpet in here was the same all through the rest of the house except for the bedroom.
“Done already?” Isaac gave him a smile.
“I can unpack later.”
Bear shoved to his feet and made his way over to them. Zane sank to the couch and caressed the back of the large dog’s ears.
“Who takes care of him when you’re gone?”
“Lacy.” Isaac made a face and scratched Bear softly beneath his muzzle. “But I think I can get Dillon to come over or Luke. He’s retired.”
“Won’t he be at the ranch?”
“Maybe.” Isaac’s mouth pulled down. “I guess I can board him.”
“We can have Jo do it if the general is busy.” Bear sniffed his and Isaac’s feet before plopping back down in his big, comfy dog bed.
“Good idea.”
He lifted his legs over Isaac’s lap and took the plate. Scarfing down the pizza, Isaac chose a movie from the app.
“What should we do with my Oregon house?” he asked Isaac.
Yeah, the question was out of the blue, but if Isaac didn’t want to live in Oregon, he’d sell it and it wouldn’t bother him at all. Home was where Isaac was.
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