Promises Part 1 (Bounty Hunters #1)(63)
Duke’s body began to shake and Vaughan knew he had him. Had his man where he’d wanted him for years. A shivering, aching, needy mess beneath him, impaled. Long strokes seemed to be Duke’s undoing, along with Vaughan’s provocative talking.
“I’m not going to bang you out this time, honey. Not yet. Still gonna go nice and easy until you’re healed enough to take the kind of fucking I’m going to give you.” Vaughan’s tone and his words contradicted how he moved. He dug in and out of his lover as slowly as he could muster. But he kept talking about how hard he was going to take Duke’s ass. “As soon as this cast is gone and we’re both one hundred percent healed, I’m going to get that dildo you tried to keep hidden in your nightstand drawer and I’m going to watch you fuck yourself with it while I feed you my cock.”
Vaughan caressed down the side of Duke’s face to his lips while he continued to love him from behind. “I’ll try not to fuck the hell out of this perfect mouth, but I make no promises.”
Vaughan’s balls pulled up high against his body when Duke pulled Vaughan’s middle finger into his mouth and began to suck it like he’d do his dick. He swirled his tongue around the tip of his finger before pushing the entire digit back down his throat, deep enough to tickle his esophagus.
“Oh, you bastard,” Vaughan whispered harshly, his hips snapping on their own. So he wasn’t the only one that could play dirty. Duke squeezed his ass muscles tight and wrenched a wail from Vaughan that was so extreme, he had to bury his face in the back of Duke’s hair to scream his release.
“That’s better. Come hard for me,” Duke coaxed in that sexy southern twang, sounding the most satisfied Vaughan had ever heard.
He finished grunting and sputtering around his orgasm like he’d never come before. “So perfect.” He nuzzled between Duke’s shoulder blades, tracing the muscles he found there with his tongue. “You’re perfect.”
Next thing he knew Duke was asleep again. Well he knew how to make his man rest. While he cleaned them up again, he thought he’d have to make it up to Duke for him not getting to come, but as he wiped up his mess he saw the large damp spot in front of Duke and the dried residue on his cockhead. His man had come. Was Vaughan that consumed by his own orgasm that he hadn’t even realized it? This is going to be so much more fun than I thought. Still in the same position, Vaughan held Duke as he slept.
It was a Saturday night. Quick sat on his patio sipping his fifth beer, not counting how many he’d had at the little bar across the street. His son had gone over to his best friend’s house again. They’d been on their fifth or sixth date now, who knew. It seemed like they were always doing something together while they were on the final stretch of their recuperation. Duke’s cast was off and both of them were passing their check-ups with flying colors, their bodies almost back to top shape.
Vaughan’s medical leave was up and he was scheduled to report to his new job on Monday. Quick wasn’t sure he’d see him before then since he’d been practically living with Duke. His son and best friends were lovers… that was still going to take some getting used to. Even though Vaughan had told him years ago about his feelings for Duke, Quick honestly thought he would find someone else before he finished law school and came back.
He couldn’t have been more wrong. His son was even more in love. When he’d first learned about it, Quick had called it a puppy love or infatuation. Duke was a good-looking man. All testosterone and muscles. At first he’d thought he’d been attracted to Duke but when they got to know each other more, Quick realized it would never work. There were only a few men that Quick had ever been attracted to, but it never amounted to anything, so why tell his best friend?
Quick never considered himself gay. He’d never been with a man. Didn’t even crave it actually. But lately there had been a stirring in his gut that he couldn’t shake. It hurt. And as much as Quick wanted to pretend he didn’t understand why, he was too smart to play dumb. He thought about Dr. Cayson Chauncey again. Replayed the argument they’d had in his office. Over and over. He’d hurt the sexy doctor. Sexy?
This wasn’t good. He knew it. But every part of him screamed at him to do something. Make all the negative feelings he had go away. However, he simply couldn’t bring himself to call him, not even to apologize. It wasn’t necessarily his pride that prevented him from doing it; it was the assumption that Dr. Chauncey would probably slam the door in his face or tell him to fuck off. He could imagine the proper man all pissed and angry. Those blue eyes blazing with pent up rage and lust.
Oh, fuck. The way that man had looked at Quick when he came in dressed in his gear. It made his chest constrict remembering the want and need he saw in the sweet doctor. But for all of that to be displayed in front of Duke and his son was too much. He was a private man. His personal life was just that… personal. Yes, he had friends, but they were grown men. They didn’t discuss their romps anymore. This wasn’t junior high.
Maybe it was best to leave it alone. He didn’t need to see the doctor anymore. Duke didn’t need an escort with him to his doctor’s appointments. He was more active than Quick had been over the past week. His friend went to work out daily and then god only knew how active his nights were. Quick shivered. He didn’t want to picture any of that.