What Remains, Bailey Bradford [classic romance novels .TXT] 📗

Laine had to twist around like a pretzel to see Sev, but it was worth it because Sev looked so horny Laine thought he’d come before he ever got his dick in Laine’s ass. He poured a generous amount of lube onto Sev’s fingers, chuckling when some of the cool liquid dripped onto Sev’s stomach.

He turned back to facing Sev’s feet and leaned forward, his chest only inches from Sev’s legs. The position put his ass up and open, and Sev took immediate advantage, sliding one finger in deep.

Laine tipped his butt up, ready for more in a matter of seconds.

“You’re eager for it tonight,” Sev rasped.

“For you,” Laine corrected. He moaned when Sev worked a second finger in, then he began rocking back to meet each thrust of those digits into his ass.

A third finger breached him and Laine’s eyes rolled up. His hole was burning pleasurably and Sev was brushing over Laine’s gland every few strokes. Everything inside and outside of Laine’s body tingled with little electric currents as Sev stretched him.

“More?” Sev asked in a guttural voice.

Laine hesitated. It might hurt. But it might feel fucking good. “Yeah, do it.”

Sev moaned then Laine’s asshole went from burning pleasurably to burning almost too much to bear. He opened his mouth to tell Sev to back that fourth finger right out. The pain ebbed as Laine’s little muscle gave, opening for the wider penetration.

“Fuck,” Laine mumbled as a line of ecstasy shot up his spine from his ass. “Jesus, Sev. Do…something!”

Sev did. He started pumping those fingers in and out of Laine, long hard strokes then slow, harder ones. Laine arched his back and slammed his butt against each thrust. He was bouncing eagerly on Sev’s fingers, moaning and chasing the climax tightening his balls.

“Come on, baby,” Sev purred, his other hand reaching between Laine’s legs to press at his drawn up nuts. Laine felt a scrape of fingernails over that sensitive skin just as Sev’s fingers filled him again and that was it. He shouted then grunted as cum spewed from his dick. Sev kept working his balls and ass, never letting up, dragging out Laine’s orgasm until Laine could hardly breathe.

Then the fingers were gone, and Laine’s hips were jerked down. Sev’s thick rod speared him in one thrust. Sev made a sound close to a sob, then his hands began lifting, his hips working, and Laine was fucked to within an inch of his life.

“Love this sweet ass,” Sev babbled, “love you, love fucking you, feeling your muscles clench around my fingers, my dick…”

It was a good thing Laine loved all those things too. He found the strength to sit up and start doing some of the work. Sev moaned his approval and fucked him harder. That was all well and good, but Laine wanted to see Sev, watch him fall apart as he came.

Later, once Laine’s dick was properly recovered, Sev could fall apart again with Laine’s shaft buried in his tight ass.

For now, though… Laine pried Sev’s hands off his hips before rising up and letting Sev’s dick pop out of his hole.

Sev started protesting but Laine shushed him—and knew he’d pay for it later—then he turned and mounted Sev again. He reached behind him for Sev’s dick then held it up to his pucker. Laine figured his grin was probably evil as he dropped down and took Sev’s cock in his ass in one move.

Sev howled and writhed and Laine’s cock started to take interest. He rode Sev hard, grinding his hips with each full penetration. Sev’s hands were latched onto Laine’s thighs. There’d be bruises there come morning. Laine liked that idea a lot.

“Laine, God, I…”

Laine squeezed his inner muscles and Sev let loose a strangled shout. Hot cum filled Laine’s ass, painting his channel with streaks of Sev’s release. Sev whimpered when the last shot came, then he panted and pried open his pretty eyes.

“You’re hard again.”

Laine waggled his eyebrows at Sev. “So I am. What are you gonna do about it?”

Sev made a lewd smacking noise with his lips. And Laine decided he was the luckiest man on the planet.

* * * *

“I can’t believe Mr. Kyle was driving seventy down Main Street,” Rich muttered. “Seventy! All because he wanted to get to the pharmacy before it closed.”

Laine had to ask, though he suspected he’d regret it. “What’d he need from there that was so urgent? Heart medicine? Blood pressure? Dia—”

“Viagra.” Rich actually kind of whined the answer, which maybe wasn’t very manly, but damned if Laine could blame him.

“God, I just had to ask.” And now he’d be having the occasional thought that Mr. Kyle was getting down and dirty with his bride of fifty-plus years. Laine sighed and took off his hat then set it on the desk.

It promptly went skittering off onto the floor. “Damn it, Conner, you shit.”

Rich shook his head. “Time for me to split, boss man. I expect Mr. Kyle will be in here throwing a fit over me ticketing him first thing in the morning. He was too, er, too busy to come by here today.”

Laine pointed at his office door. “Out. Go home to your guy and tell him about your traumatic ticketing.”

Rich snickered and waved Laine off. “Look who’s all fancy, rockin’ the alliteration.”

“Gotta have some skills besides being an awesome sheriff,” Laine retorted. His hat floated up until the crown touched the ceiling.

Rich was already gone, and had missed Conner’s little display.

“You must be bored, Conner,” Laine murmured. “Didn’t you just have enough of an adventure?”

The breeze that swept over Laine was tinged with an electrical current that made the hair on his forearms stand up.

“If that’s your idea of a hug—” Laine stopped, a familiar tightening in his throat and chest forcing him to take a steadying breath. Sometimes it hit him like that, like a punch, when it became real all over again that he was talking to Conner, a spirit Conner, that he’d