Aftermath, Bailey Bradford [latest novels to read TXT] 📗

I bite your nipples, too, so let’s see what happens when I do this—”

Lee’s cheeks were pried open wider then sharp teeth nipped his pucker. “Dar, Christ, baby, I can’t think!”

“That was the plan,” Darren said. “That, and to make you scream. Love hearing you scream when you come.”

Lee figured he’d be screaming pretty damn soon with the way Darren was going at his hole, tonguing it with bold deep thrusts, Darren’s teeth scraping over the wrinkled furls time and again. Lee reached for his dick, intending to clamp his fingers around the base to stave off his orgasm for as long as he could.

As soon as Lee’s hand started to close around his hot, hard cock, he felt a combination assault to his hole—teeth, tongue, lips that then sealed tight as kiss around his opening, and suction. Lee screamed, he whimpered, he went mindless as his climax tore up from his balls and seared a path through his nerve endings. He hadn’t even got in a stroke or much of a hold on his dick yet but it throbbed and sprayed ribbons of spunk on his stomach and hand.

Lee’s legs gave out and he collapsed on the bed as he panted heavily. He’d almost managed to get his breathing somewhere in the range of normal when his ankles were grabbed and tugged.

“Can you get your legs under you? Just curl up for me—yeah, like that.” Darren traced a spot on Lee’s ass then pushed. Heat flared out from the spot, coiling around the base of Lee’s spine as he folded his knees under him. Slick fingers penetrated him, stretching his hole.

“I don’t think you need as much of this”—Darren twisted his fingers deep into Lee’s ass—“since I worked this little hole over so well.”

Lee tried to see Darren’s face but his position made it impossible. He wanted Darren to see his expression so his lover wouldn’t doubt he meant what he was going to say. “Dar, just fuck me already!”

“I’m gonna, just let me find…” Those fingers wriggled and tickled Lee’s gland, warming him from the inside out. “That’s what I was looking for.”

The slight pressure to his prostate was making Lee’s dick hard again, his balls tingle and tighten. He shoved back as Darren pushed his fingers in deep, stretching Lee’s ring until it burned. Lee tried to beg but the garbled sound that sprung from his lips was wordless.

Darren tapped a finger against Lee’s gland and asked, “You’re ready, aren’t you? Begging for my cock?” Then his fingers were gone and the blunt head of his dick speared Lee as Darren gripped his hips and filled Lee’s ass in one fierce thrust.

Lee rocked back into each stroke, desperate for the ecstasy he could almost taste, he was so close. When Darren reached under and palmed Lee’s dick, Lee howled and bucked, grinding his ass against Darren’s groin. Darren grunted and fucked him like a beast, pounding into him, dropping onto Lee’s back and biting his neck and shoulders as he jerked Lee’s rod.

Lee tried to bring his legs further under him, craving the feel of Darren splitting him deep. Darren flicked the slit of Lee’s cock then pinched it and Lee wailed, clenching his ass and thighs, his stomach going rock hard as he came. Darren bit him where neck and shoulder joined and rammed his dick in Lee’s ass one last time before shuddering and moaning as he came.

“God, Lee,” Darren rasped, “it just keeps getting better.”

Lee thought he nodded but wasn’t sure. Darren was right, every time they touched each other it was more intense, the sex more meaningful, more powerful—more everything. And Lee didn’t think that would ever change.

* * * *

Stefan checked the cave. The ring was gone. That was good, that was what he’d wanted Lee and Darren to find. He would have tried to tell them sooner, like, as soon as he realized he was dead and still here, but he hadn’t known how—and he’d been scared, because this, like he was, was better than being dead and gone. He’d fretted about the ring, but had been too chicken he’d just poof into nothingness if his murderer was caught. Stefan had seen movies like that, where a ghost had to hang around until their killer was caught and stuff.

But…Conner was here, and his killer had been caught—or killed, and that hadn’t been a good thing for that poor detective with the scars. Conner had told Stefan about Rich Montoya being haunted by the man who’d cut him up. Stefan thought that had to be the worst thing he’d ever heard, even worse than being dead.

Well, what should he do now? Stefan wished he could sit and talk to Darren like he used to. He missed Darren so much, more than Lee, even though Lee was his brother. Darren had been there for Stefan, until Stefan had screwed up and trusted the wrong person. He’d been stupid for spending any time with Johnny, and stupider still for not telling anyone.

Stefan curled up like Conner had shown him, making himself small even though he was nothing. The pangs of loneliness weren’t new, but they still hurt and Stefan didn’t think he’d ever get used to them.

“You don’t have to, Stefan. You have friends here, like me.”

Stefan focused really hard and managed to make out a shimmering form. He still couldn’t focus right!

“You’ll get there. Now scoot over and make some room for me.”

Stefan laughed at Conner’s silly comment because they didn’t have a…a corporeal body, that’s what Conner had called it. But Stefan moved a little anyway, because Conner was here and he was Stefan’s friend, which meant Stefan wasn’t alone anymore.

Chapter Thirteen

Johnny Chapman didn’t look any different than he had in high school, Darren decided once Johnny finally opened his front door. Well, his mother’s front door, since Johnny still lived at home. Darren didn’t miss the slight widening of Johnny’s eyes or the panicked flare of his nostrils