Sweet Hart

by Rae Marks

Epilogue

  Six months later

  Brayden

  “What the fuck have you been telling your brother about me?” Ax grumbled.

  “Which brother?”

  Bray smiled at the question, because he now had two brothers he spoke to regularly again. Mase was still in Kiev, but he was getting ready to come back to the States. He’d still be undercover, but Bray would be able to see him under the guise of being Sam Wheeler’s boyfriend.

  “The cranky-ass one.”

  That would be Nick. He and Ax seemed to be butting heads more than getting along. Nick was getting ready to assist on his first op. He’d requested to work on the West Coast, so he was going to help Ax in San Francisco.

  Bray had been working mostly with Sam and it had been better than he’d ever imagined it could be. Inside the bedroom or out, undercover or in real life, he and Sam had made something real from something fake. Bray knew how rare that was.

  “I didn’t tell Nick anything about you. Maybe if you stopped calling him Nickel, he’d like you more.”

  “I call you Hot Cakes and you still like me.”

  “I think you’re incorrigible. Nick thinks you’re an asshole. You have to allow for both those things.”

  “Aw, you think I’m adorable?”

  Bray rolled his eyes and grumbled that Ax heard what he wanted to hear.

  “That’s not what you said last night,” Sam said as he sat down next to Bray and slung his arm over his shoulders.

  “I said incorrigible, not adorable.” Bray enunciated both words slowly.

  “Same difference.” Ax waved a dismissive hand.

  “It’s a huge difference,” Sam argued. “They’re not synonyms. Incorrigible means hopeless, as in no hope for getting my boyfriend to think you’re adorable.”

  Nick walked up and set his hip on Bray’s desk, on the opposite side to Ax. He narrowed his eyes at Ax and crossed his arms.

  “You just want to keep saying ‘boyfriend’.” Ax rolled his eyes. “We get it. It’s been six months. We’re over it, move on.”

  “Are you ready?” Bray asked Nick.

  “If he doesn’t fuck it up, I’ll be fine.” Nick pointed his chin in Ax’s direction as he spoke.

  “Hey,” Ax replied. “I haven’t fucked up an assignment yet.”

  Sam opened his mouth but Ax was already talking over him.

  “No, no. Don’t thank me for bringing you and Hot Cakes together. Just make me the godfather of your first born and we’ll call it even.”

  Sam chuckled and shook his head.

  “Everyone lived. Nothing was fucked up and you guys got to live happily ever after.”

  “You and your ego could take up this whole building,” Nick said.

  Bray was one hundred percent sure there was some sort of chemistry between his brother and Ax, but he kept that to himself. They’d have to work it out on their own. He didn’t mention it to Sam, because another couple of operators dating wouldn’t necessarily be a good thing.

  He and Sam had had their bumps in the road. Sam had tried to pull rank a few times and keep Bray from what he viewed as dangerous jobs. After some pretty bad fights and some pretty stellar makeup sex, they’d decided that Sam would have no say in Bray’s assignments. They left that up to Wade.

  “Time to head out, B,” Sam said as he stood.

  “Aw, you two are so cute,” Ax said. “Just remember… I’m the reason you two are together.”

  “I think we’ll take credit for our own relationship, thanks,” Sam said as he patted Ax on the head like a child.

  “I threw you two together—” Ax said.

  “By mistake, because you have a big mouth,” Sam interrupted.

  “And I made you jealous enough to actually do something about it,” Ax continued.

  Sam shook his head and took Bray’s hand, leading him from the bullpen. They’d been living together for two months. Bray had been looking for an apartment, but Sam had kept calling it a waste of money since they spent every night together.

  * * * *

  “What’s with the rush?” Bray asked as they stepped over the threshold to their apartment.

  “It’s our six-month anniversary,” Sam said.

  “Are we going out?”

  “Nope. We’re staying in.”

  The salacious smile on Sam’s lips had Bray’s body humming. They found their groove in the bedroom, though they still experimented pretty regularly.

  “I have a surprise for you,” Sam whispered.

  Sam sauntered toward their bedroom, taking off his clothes as he went. Bray smiled as he followed the trail of discarded garments down the hall.

  By the time Bray made it to their bedroom, Sam was in nothing but boxers as he started pulling things out of ‘the drawer’. It was where they kept all their playthings. The idea of a new toy or a new scene had Bray’s cock throbbing in his pants.

  “Lie down on the bed,” Sam said without looking up.

  Bray was naked and spread out on the mattress in probably two seconds flat.

  “Hands and knees or starfish?” Bray asked.

  “Starfish.”

  Bray squeezed his thighs together. Starfish meant he got tied to the bed. After a moment, Sam tossed a bottle of lube by Bray’s hip. Bray licked his lips. He had a love-hate relationship with edging. He loved the orgasm it brought on but hated the frustration it caused along the way. Sam loved edging him.

  Bray wondered if Sam had bought them a new dildo, maybe a bigger one or some vibrating wand he’d been making noise about. He didn’t care as long as Sam touched him.

  Sam quietly and efficiently bound Bray’s hands to the leather cuffs they left attached to the bed. He was surprised when Sam left his ankles free. It meant it wasn’t an edging session, because Bray would be able to get traction to hump up into Sam’s hand.

  Sam seemed on edge. Bray had assumed it was because he was turned on, but now he seemed…different. Not quite his confident self.

  “Talk to me,” Bray pleaded.

  Sam took a deep breath.

  “I love you,” he said before placing a blindfold over Bray’s eyes.

  Bray relaxed back on the bed. Sam placed a tender kiss at the corner of his mouth before backing away. The soft scuff of bare feet on carpet was all Bray heard until the rustle of Sam’s boxers hitting the floor.

  Some of Sam’s weight shifted onto the bed near Bray’s feet. He heard and felt Sam move around but he had no clue what was happening. Then there was the familiar snick of the lube bottle opening and finally Bray’s groan as Sam grasped his cock and tightly stroked up and down with a strong hand.

  Since his legs were free, Bray did what Sam would normally punish him for. He bent his knees and placed his feet flat on the bed. He pumped up into Sam’s tight grasp. Instead of pressing his hips into the bed, Sam chuckled.

  Bray felt small touches of skin on skin and dips in the mattress as Sam climbed over him, his legs on either side of Bray’s hips. So it’s going to be a frotting session? Bray hummed his approval. He loved having Sam’s weight on him.

  Then Bray felt something. It was something warm pressing to the tip of his penis. It took a moment for it to register, but when it did, he fought his restraints harder than he ever had.

  “Sam. No. Red.”

  “Red?”

  “Yes. If you’re going to force yourself to do this, then red. Red, red, red.”

  Sam pulled the blindfold off. Bray looked down but what he saw only turned him on more. Sam was poised over him. Bray’s cock was kissing Sam’s tight pucker and Sam was hard. Well, mostly hard.

  “Still red?” Sam asked.

  Bray shook his head.

  “I need the words, B.”

  “Green all the fucking way unless your dick wilts—but no blindfold. I need to see your face.”

  “A lot of men flag a little upon entry.”

  Bray smirked. Sam made it sound like a military op.

  “You don’t have to do th
is,” Bray said, even though his cock was throbbing with want.

  “I know. I want to, and that makes all the difference in the world.”

  Sam had been going to therapy again. He’d said he might want to try bottoming in the future, but this seemed too soon. Bray had been sure it would take more than a few months.

  “Typical Dom,” Bray said. “Bottoming from the top.”

  Sam smiled as he pressed himself against the tip of Bray’s erection. After that, Bray’s thoughts scattered. No way was he capable of carrying on a conversation when his dick was being strangled with warmth.

  “Fuck. So fucking tight.”

  Bray closed his eyes and concentrated on remaining completely still.

  I will not thrust. I will not thrust. I will not thrust.

  He repeated it to himself over and over for what seemed like hours until Sam’s ass cheeks finally pressed against his thighs. Bray gave in and arched up, pressing the last few millimeters of his erection inside Sam’s ass.

  “Fuck,” Sam groaned.

  “Yeah,” Bray sighed. “That was a good fuck, right?” Bray’s opened his eyes to assess Sam’s reaction.

  Sam nodded.

  It was like nothing Bray had ever felt before. Then again, he was bare inside of Sam and he’d never had sex without a rubber before—well, at least not while topping…or rather topping from the bottom. It was incredible. So. Much. Heat.

  Sam rolled his hips and Bray groaned. He was already breaking out into a sweat, trying to keep himself as flat on the bed as possible. Sam continued to experiment and it was killing Bray. He squeezed his eyes shut to keep from coming when Sam’s tight hole clenched around him. Warm lips brushed over Bray’s cheek and his jaw.

  “Open up, B. You didn’t want the blindfold. Let me see what’s going on in that head of yours.”

  “Too tight. Concentrating. Can’t. Move.”

  “What? Why can’t you move? I left your legs free so you could have leverage.”

  Bray’s eyes popped open and he tugged hard on the restraints. He wanted to arch up and kiss Sam, but he didn’t have enough give. What he saw just made his cock throb inside the vise that was Sam’s ass.

  “You have no idea how good this feels. I want to be able to do it again,” Bray ground out through gritted teeth. “If I fuck up now, it might send you back a few steps.”

  “You think I don’t know how this feels? Hi, I’m Sam. I’m addicted to Brayden’s ass and riding it bareback.”

  Bray tried to laugh but ended up groaning.

  “Did you just make a joke? You choose this point in our relationship to start joking? I’m trying not to come before we even get started. It’s been so long since I felt an ass gripping me and it’s never been this hot, this tight. Fuck, Sam. I have to move.”

  “We’ll talk after we come. For now, just fuck me, B.”

  Bray couldn’t hold back anymore. He planted his feet and started arching up. Sam gasped. Bray was too far gone to get anxious about Sam’s reactions. If Sam didn’t like it, he’d have to pull himself off Bray’s dick, because he couldn’t stop now.

  After a moment, Sam began to meet Bray’s thrusts. He watched as Sam’s cock began to fill and grow. He wished he could jack him off in time with his hips, but Sam wasn’t ready for that yet.

  He’d been sure Sam couldn’t handle this, but the cock in front of him, pointing to the ceiling, proved otherwise. Sam did something, some move that made his ass even tighter. Bray humped up at a different angle that had Sam shouting. He used that angle again and again as he pegged Sam’s prostate.

  Sam leaned down and stuck his tongue in Bray’s mouth. He held Bray by his hair and fucked his mouth like Bray was fucking his ass. It was almost perfect.

  One day, one day soon, Sam would climb on him with no restraints and Bray would be able to run his hands over the pecs and biceps he loved. He’d be able to touch and lick Sam’s tattoos while buried deep inside him, just like he did when they cuddled in bed. This, this was a step in the right direction. It was a sign that Sam trusted him, that they were moving forward.

  Bray changed the angle of his hips a little more, sliding down the bed just an inch. It gave him a little more leverage and a better angle to peg Sam’s sweet spot.

  “Fuck,” Sam shouted as he tore his mouth away. “I can’t… I’m going to…”

  The back of Sam’s cock had been running up and down Bray’s abs, but now, hot spurts of jizz landed on his skin. That and the tight spasms strangling Bray’s cock had him shooting as well. And when he remembered that he was bare inside Sam’s ass, a second wave of pleasure shot through him, causing him to spurt even more of himself deep inside the man he loved.

  Sam was supporting his weight on the mattress as he panted. Bray’s hands were still tied to the bed. Sam had come hands-free. That was the hottest thing Bray had… Fuck. He’d missed it.

  “I need to see that next time,” Bray panted. “You coming hands-free. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever not seen.”

  Sam chuckled as he collapsed onto Bray.

  “Now who’s making jokes at an inappropriate time? I can barely breathe or think and you want me to untwist that mind-fuck you just said?”

  Sam reached up to unbuckle the restraints. He gently rubbed and kissed each of Bray’s wrists. Bray wrapped himself around Sam like a monkey.

  “Best. Anniversary gift. Ever,” Bray whispered.

  “Yeah?”

  “Oh yeah. And this was only six months. What do I get for one year?”

  Sam shook his head but laughed.

  “I’ll have to think about it.”

  “I just don’t want you to push yourself. I mean, I’ve always leaned a little toward bottoming. You don’t have to try to do this all the time.”

  “I liked it, B. Obviously. I’m not saying I want it every day, but sometimes, and eventually, hopefully without the restraints.”

  “Mm-m. That’ll be a new fantasy for me if we’re on different assignments, me inside you and getting to play with your nipples, stroke your cock.”

  Sam covered Bray’s mouth with his hand.

  “Stop it. You’re going to make me hard again. You forget I’m older than you.”

  “And yet your recovery time is about the same as mine,” Bray said.

  “Well, that’s because you and my dick are writing checks my body can’t always cash. Give me at least thirty minutes before you start all the dirty talk.”

  “Fine. But how did you… I mean how did you know you were ready? Did you…?” Bray broke off with a groan as he pictured Sam using a dildo to fuck himself.

  “I’ve been working my way up with my hands and some butt plugs. I didn’t want to try it with you if I couldn’t even get myself stretched out. I was actually wearing a butt plug the last part of the day at work. I wanted to make sure I was really stretched before I tried taking your girth-y cock.”

  “Oh, fuck.” Bray was already hard again. “You were wearing a plug at work? Walking around, stretching yourself for me. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever not seen.”

  Sam laughed.

  “You’re going to have to show me,” Bray whispered. “Maybe I’ll have to pull it out with my teeth so I can fuck you with my tongue, since I’ll still need my hands tied behind my back.”

  “Fuckin’ kid,” Sam grumbled as he thrust his again-steel-hard cock against Bray’s hip.

  “You love it,” Bray teased.

  “I love you,” Sam said as he rolled Bray to his back and shut him up the way Bray liked, with his mouth.

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  Sometimes there were advantages to being vertically challenged. Landry, his ass sticking out from under a seventeenth-century folding card table, paused to contemplate other occasions when his five-feet-six-inch stature had been of benefit. Not when attempting
to get served at his favorite leather bar, though getting squished between all those black-clad hunks was always bearable. He snorted. Not when reaching for his preferred brand of chips at the market, which were always on the top shelf. Put there, he was sure, by the snotty assistant manager as revenge for Landry turning down his offer of a quick blow job in the staff restroom. As if. Never at family meals when he got to sit between his older twin brothers like a blond munchkin between two extras from Vikings. He reversed, wiggling his back end to avoid a willow-patterned platter balancing on a brass coal scuttle. His knees ached and he’d banged his elbow on a cast-iron fireguard, but he had rescued the battered cannonball making an escape attempt beneath teetering piles of stock.

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  “Hey!” Landry went for indignant rather than flattered. He tried to get up too soon and banged his head on solid, woodworm-free oak. “Fuck me!” He finally made it to open air and scrambled to his feet, rubbing his already messy hair into further disarray.

  “Is that a request?”

  Landry looked up…and up…into a pair of twinkling pale-blue eyes. The customer, because that was who Landry guessed the newcomer must be, was drop-dead, my-ass-is-yours gorgeous and he was grinning. Well, smirking.

  “Funny man. What can I help you with, sir?” Landry gritted his teeth and remembered that Mr. Lao, his boss, would swat him like a bug if he snarked at a potential patron. Though, on this occasion, it might be worth it to mess with the man.

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  Landry was more turned on than intimidated by the badge. Cop plus handcuffs equaled sexy time. Every cop he’d ever met had had a ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitude and a natural bent for control—just the type of man Landry liked to mess with. He batted his lashes. “And what makes you think I’m not the boss?”