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

his blood. His dick swelled inside Sev as came, spurting cum between their stomachs. Sev’s ass tightened, encasing Laine’s shaft in the tightest, hottest vise.

Laine couldn’t shout, couldn’t even moan as his climax slammed into him, sending jets of spunk pouring into Sev’s ass. He bit down unthinkingly, in the grips of an orgasm so intense his head swam. Sev’s voice was muffled by the roar of blood in Laine’s ears, the pounding of it in his temples and behind his eyes as he emptied himself into his lover.

The last little shot of cum trickled from his dick then Laine’s legs must have turned to jelly because he was falling, sliding down, squashing Sev between himself and the wall until Laine’s knees hit the floor.

Slowly, Laine became aware of the growing pain in his knees and the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. He cracked open his eyes and blinked until he could see Sev’s loopy grin.

“That was so fuckin’ hot,” Sev said, the words slurred as if he’d just woke—or been fucked stupid, much like Laine felt.

Laine grunted, the lethargy that replaced his energy quickly trying to pull him into sleep. He came to with a jerk of his head that made his teeth snap together. Pain flared in his jaws as he pried his eyes open. “Wha?” Surely Sev didn’t expect him to move.

Sev looked at him, an earnest and slightly worried expression on his handsome face. “We need to talk. Alma called.”

Well, that was like being dunked in a pool of ice water. He was going to need some more coffee.

* * * *

Sev was back to gnawing on his lip as he watched Laine from across the kitchen table. The man was not happy, not anywhere near the happy universe, for that matter, but he hadn’t said no. Sev didn’t expect Laine would, but Laine wouldn’t be eager to have Alma and her family visit. It wasn’t that Laine didn’t want Sev to have contact with his family—he just wouldn’t want Sev hurt by them again.

Well, Sev wasn’t exactly eager to experience that, either. He planned to keep his sister at an emotionally safe distance, at least until he found out whether she was sincere or not.

“They’re not staying here,” Laine said, then added, “Right?”

Sev nearly snickered at the grudging tone carried in that one word. If Laine hadn’t just fucked him through the wall, Sev might have teased him, let him worry for a moment or two, but he was feeling way too sated despite his familial concerns.

“She didn’t say, but I’ll make sure they know I’ve booked them a couple of rooms at the motel.” Sev scrunched his eyebrows together. Alma and her husband Roger had three kids. “Or one room. Whatever, I don’t know if they want their kids in a separate room or not.”

Laine sat back in his chair, pushing against the table and groaning through a stretch. He canted his head and popped his neck, something that made Sev cringe every time Laine did it. “How old are the kids?”

“Ah.” Sev tapped his chin as he tried to remember. “I think the oldest is about sixteen. Alma had Rogelio when she was twenty, so yeah, that’s about right. The youngest just started school, kindergarten, so he’s probably five. Adela is in the middle there, she’s eleven.”

After seeming to consider it for a couple of minutes, Laine finally shrugged. “Well, I don’t know. Not like I know anything about kids. You better ask her when you call her back and find out when they’ll be coming to McKinton.”

Sev stood up then darted around the table, unable to keep from chuckling. “I get the message loud and clear, Laine,” Sev said, nuzzling Laine’s cheek. “You don’t want them staying here. Neither do I. Then I wouldn’t be able to do this.” He cupped his lover’s package, grinning when Laine humped into his hand. Laine’s cock was hard as steel—the man was ready to go again.

A few minutes later, when Laine had him bent over the table, his ass spread as Laine rimmed him to the point of insanity, Sev’s last rational thought was that he was one very, very lucky man.

* * * *

Something woke Laine in the middle of the night. He came to with a whole-body jerk that left him gasping for breath as he lurched into a sitting position. Sev grumbled beside him, patting at Laine’s thigh clumsily.

“S’wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Laine muttered, catching Sev’s hand in his. “Must have had one of those nightmares you don’t remember. I just woke up borderline panicking.”

“Yeah?” Sev sounded more alert and he was scooting around so Laine reached over and turned on the lamp. The low-wattage bulb still seemed way too bright for his sleep-darkened vision, and bright spots danced before his eyes. Laine scrubbed one-handedly at his eyes, which didn’t do anything but make more dots appear, although at least they were different colors.

“I’ve had a weird feeling all day,” Sev said from beside him. He leaned his dark head on Laine’s shoulder. Sev’s warm moist breath wafted over Laine’s chest, teasing at one nipple. “It always makes me feel off when Conner is too busy to give me crap.”

Laine suspected that, like him, Sev worried Conner had gone on to wherever it was spirits went if they weren’t staying around after their bodies died. As odd as it may have seemed to anyone other than Sev, Conner was a part of their bent little family. It was his spirit that had brought Sev and Laine together, and really, they couldn’t imagine not having the playful spirit around.

Frowning, Laine ran the prior day’s events through his mind. “You know, I’d have thought Conner get a kick out of showing up at the Sheriff’s Department and messing with Loretta. She’s just the sort of uptight person he’d enjoy tormenting. You know, hide her pens, restart her computer—goose her just to piss her off.” Laine could picture it all