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

learned not to so much as pluck up a weed—or what he’d thought was a weed. It was sometimes hard to tell, and it sure wasn’t worth getting his ass chewed out.

He took the three porch steps in a sprint and in one long stride he was at the door and sliding his key into the first lock. Before he had the key twisted around he heard the sounds of the deadbolts being unlocked. As soon as the last one tumbled open Laine was inside the house, his hands on that smooth, warm skin he’d fantasized about all day long.

Sev grunted when his back hit the wall. Laine took advantage of his parted lips and whatever Sev was trying to say was lost under the crush of Laine’s mouth. Laine didn’t care about finesse—he only sought to lose himself in this one man.

The first sweep of his tongue over Sev’s made them both moan, then Sev was holding onto his shoulders, grinding that sexy muscled body against Laine’s. Laine slid his hands down and cupped the firm swells of Sev’s ass, first holding him still so Laine could thrust and rub his groin against Sev until he was on the verge of coming. The way Sev was trembling and whimpering, Laine knew he wasn’t the only one fixing to go off.

Releasing Sev’s sweet ass was hard, but necessary for what Laine wanted. He shoved his hands between them and started pulling at the button and zipper on Sev’s jeans. Sev gave an alarmed squeak, his pale eyes shooting wide open as he turned his head aside only enough to separate their mouths. He grabbed Laine’s wrists, pressing them against his erection even as he tried to hold them still.

Laine wanted to growl, but Sev smiled so seductively he couldn’t find the breath to push the sound out with. Then Sev compounded his lust, the constriction in his chest.

“Careful, no underwear.”

“Fuck,” Laine drawled, turning the word into two syllables. He jerked his wrists free and tucked one hand into Sev’s jeans. It was a tight squeeze, what with the way Sev liked to wear his jeans so tight it made Laine’s nuts ache in sympathy. And the way Sev was squirming around wasn’t helping. Laine thought he’d lose his damn mind before he managed to cover most of Sev’s cock.

Once that was done, Laine popped the button free and unzipped Sev’s pants. Sev whipped his shirt off while Laine pulled those tight jeans down Sev’s leanly muscled thighs. Sev finished taking his jeans off, wriggling his hips, making his fat cock bounce and Laine’s knees weak. Sometimes he had trouble believing Sev was all his, from the soft soles of his delicate feet to the top of his silky black hair.

Laine took a few seconds to just ogle the man, drinking in the sight of all that smooth skin with its light smattering of hair. Sev even kept his bush trimmed down, unlike Laine’s own wiry nest of curls. Laine dragged his gaze up and noticed the erect copper nipples topping Sev’s heaving chest. Now, those he couldn’t resist.

Dipping his head, he bit at one, foregoing a softer touch, knowing what Sev needed, what he needed. He clamped his teeth around the nub and pulled back, using his thumb and forefinger to do the same to the other tit. Sev’s back bowed and he keened, his hands fisting in Laine’s hair and tugging until Laine’s scalp stung.

Laine released Sev’s nipples then immediately latched on again. He trailed his other hand down Sev’s ass, his fingers buried deep in the man’s crack. As soon as he felt the first bit of slick moisture under his fingertips what little control he’d hung on to snapped. Laine knew good and well what that meant. His man was already lubed up and ready to go.

Laine didn’t do more than open his pants and shove them and his boxers down enough to free his cock and balls. He gave Sev’s nipple one last suck and pinch then he was lifting and Sev was practically climbing him. Laine fisted the base of his cock and braced Sev’s lower back with his other arm as Sev wound his legs around Laine’s waist. His heart pounded in his chest as hard as he was going to be pounding in Sev’s ass.

“Now, now, now, now!”

At Sev’s shouted demand, Laine plunged into his lover’s hole. Sev howled and slammed down, using his arms around Laine’s neck and his strong legs around Laine’s waist for leverage. Bright white streaks exploded behind Laine’s eyelids as his dick was enveloped in gripping heat. A groan was torn from him as Sev’s channel rippled around his length, massaging it so tightly he couldn’t move.

Sev’s answering groan caused his whole body to vibrate. Laine’s eyes rolled back as he ground deeper into Sev’s ass. “Move,” Sev panted, his fingers clenching, the tips digging bruisingly against Laine’s shoulders.

Laine leaned forward, using his weight to pin Sev firmly to the wall, then he canted his hips and lifted Sev until only the tip of his cock was embedded in Sev’s hole. With the flared underside of the crown tugging against the inside of Sev’s rim, Laine could feel each pulsing of that ring of muscles around his dick. He snarled as he rammed back in, shoving Sev down hard enough to knock the breath from both of them.

And Laine didn’t let up, driven by Sev’s whimpers and curses and the spiking arousal that swelled unbearably in him. He couldn’t think of anything but the exquisite pleasure of fucking Sev, the feel of the man’s body sucking him in, clenching and strangling his cock.

Laine grunted and bit the sensitive skin under Sev’s ear. Sev bucked and writhed against him, spurring him on, his heels digging into Laine’s ass. He dragged his teeth down Sev’s neck, scraping and nipping as he went, then sucked hard on the join of shoulder and neck.

Sev’s scream rattled Laine’s eardrums, sweet music that fired