Coming Home Page 14

  “You’re wearing too many clothes,” Cade said huskily, pulling at the hem of Brett’s T-shirt. “Sit up. I need to get this off.”

  Brett straightened and yanked the T-shirt over his head as Cade slipped out of his own shirt. Cade’s crotch rested in Brett’s lap and he felt Cade’s cock jerk as he threw his T-shirt on the floor. The evidence of the effect he had on Cade’s body had Brett choking back a groan. Then, as Cade’s teeth closed around the tiny bud of his nipple, he lifted his hips up off the bed.

  “You ever thought about this before?” he rasped out, and Cade’s lips curved against his skin.

  “Hell, yeah,” was Cade’s muffled reply as he kept his mouth on Brett’s chest. “All the fucking time.”

  Blood surged straight to Brett’s cock at Cade’s words and he ran his hands over the smooth skin of the man’s shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple as Cade lowered his head to Brett’s ribs. Cade nibbled and sucked at the skin of his torso and then licked a trail from his belly button to the waistline of his jeans. With Cade’s skilled mouth so close, Brett’s cock swelled in his pants.

  Cade lifted his head, a crooked grin spreading across his lips as he tracked his fingertips over the bulge in Brett’s pants. Brett watched, hypnotized as Cade got to work on his belt, unbuckling it and leaving it hanging open. Then his face fell as Cade moved away from him to stand at the foot of the bed.

  “Get up,” Cade said as he started on his own belt buckle. “We need to get you out of those pants.”

  Brett thought his balls would explode as he moved to the end of the bed and kicked off his boots. Then he stood and shucked out his pants, letting out a groan of relief as his cock sprang free, jutting toward Cade.

  “That’s it,” Cade said huskily, his eyes fixed on Brett’s dick which bobbed between his legs. “Lie back again.”

  Brett got back onto the bed and lay back, once again rising up on his elbows, eyes fixed on Cade. The man stripped down to a pair of black silk boxers and then climbed between Brett’s open legs. His hot breath bathed Brett’s cock and he couldn’t tear his eyes away as Cade’s tongue darted out and licked the swollen head. At the touch of Cade’s tongue, Brett hissed out a breath through his teeth. Cade licked again, and then again, the movement of his tongue captivating Brett’s gaze. Cade opened his mouth wide and swallowed the head. As he closed his lips tightly around the shaft, Brett clamped his jaw together and watched the length of his cock disappear into Cade’s mouth.

  He guessed it made sense a man would be so good at sucking cock. No woman could ever know the perfect amount of suction, the exact rhythm that made a blowjob incredible. Cade knew it all and worked Brett’s cock with his whole mouth, using his lips, tongue and even teeth to tease the tight skin and sensitive glans. As Cade tongued the underside of Brett’s cock, Brett lifted his hips, thrusting his cock further down Cade’s throat. Cade accepted him eagerly, letting him slide over his tongue again and again until drops of come seeped from the broad head. Brett had to clench every muscle in his body to keep from coming as Cade dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit on the head of his cock. Then Cade released Brett’s dick and lowered his head to his balls. He sucked one ball into his mouth, rolling it over his tongue before doing the same to the other. The scratch of day-old beard between Brett’s thighs had to be the most erotic sensation he’d ever experienced and he clutched at the sheets on either side of him as he fought for self-control. He didn’t want to come yet, not until Cade was—he swallowed hard as he realized what he craved—not until Cade was inside him.

  Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful of Cade’s shaggy hair. “Stop.”

  Cade lifted his head, his mouth red and swollen, his eyes glassy with desire. “Why?”

  Brett shuddered out a breath as he let his gaze roam over what he could see. Moonlight danced into the room, casting Cade’s upper body in a mixture of shadow and light. He could make out the roped muscles, the flat nipples and when Cade stood his mouth dried as he realized the black boxers had been discarded. He drank in the sight of the long, thick cock jutting out from a thatch of golden wiry curls. His own dick, wet with Cade’s saliva, stretched up to his navel. He forced his gaze up from the powerful evidence of Cade’s arousal to the man’s eyes.

  “I want you to—” He swallowed, his mouth suddenly sawdust. “Put it…put it—”

  Though he didn’t finish the sentence Cade seemed to understand. The fire in his eyes blazed as he climbed over Brett’s body and covered his mouth again. Brett tasted himself on Cade’s tongue and gave a low moan as their cocks rubbed together, pulsing heavily and hot as hell.

  Cade’s lips still pressed to his as he asked, “Do you have anything? Lube or something like that?”

  Brett’s thighs shook at what the question suggested. “I think,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Maybe there’s some Vaseline in the locker.”

  Cade reached over him to pull open the locker door. After rummaging for a couple of seconds, his hand emerged with a pot of the stuff.

  “Pretty old school,” Cade said, the corner of his mouth quirking in a small smile, “but it’ll do.”

  Brett expelled a shaky breath. “Good.”

  The smile faded from Cade’s face as his eyes narrowed. “You sure about this, Brett? We don’t need to rush it.”

  Brett nodded. As it was his cock was nearly leaping out of its skin each time it brushed Cade’s erection. He wanted, no he needed to feel Cade inside him, and if it was going to happen it had to happen now. “I need this,” he mumbled, gritting his teeth as his cock found Cade’s again. “Please.”

  “Yeah,” Cade muttered back, “as if you need to ask.” He shifted his body to the side and stroked a hand over Brett’s hard stomach. “Turn over.”

  As he rolled over on the bed and rose on his hands and knees, the night with Jessica flashed in his mind. He remembered being in this very position, waiting for her to drive a toy into his ass. Now he was getting the real thing and his body trembled with anticipation. He realized now he’d wanted this back then, that as he’d watched Cade jack off while the dildo penetrated him, he’d wanted Cade’s cock pushing inside him, setting him on fire.

  He bunched the sheets in his fists as Cade’s fingers, sticky with Vaseline, rubbed between his buttocks, coating his entrance until he was well-prepared. His muscles went rigid as the hot tip of Cade’s cock pushed between his ass cheeks and probed his hole. Sucking in a deep breath, he forced himself to relax.

  “I’m gonna go real slow,” Cade promised, his voice as shaky as Brett’s limbs. “If you want me to stop, just say so.”

  Brett nodded, but he knew he wouldn’t ask Cade to stop, not tonight. His eyelids flickered shut as Cade pushed forward, penetrating him with just the head of his dick. His whole body stiffened, his tight ring of muscles stretching around the width of Cade’s cock. Cade entered another inch and pain flared from where the breadth of his dick rubbed against the nerve-endings that had almost never been played with. Sweat broke out across Brett’s forehead as he fought through the pain. Cade propelled forward and this time slid a good three inches inside. The pain intensified, grew hotter, ripped through him until his eyes bulged. But then it melted, transformed into pleasure—a hot, stinging pleasure that made his stomach ripple and clench. A groan caught in his chest as Cade withdrew and then invaded again. With each easy thrust, Brett’s muscles gradually relaxed and welcomed Cade’s dick, clenching around him and sucking him deeper inside.

  “Fuck,” Cade growled in his ear as he slid in so far his pubic hair grazed Brett’s buttocks. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  Cade’s harsh words turned Brett on even more and he growled back, the sound rumbling up out of his chest. Sweat poured down his back. The veins stood out along his neck from the exertion of taking Cade this way. The fierce pleasure burned in his ass and spread outward, heating his body. His cock jutted out, rock hard and begging for attention, but if he tried to support his body on one hand he knew he’d col
lapse.

  As if sensing his dilemma, Cade stretched over his body and reached beneath him to grasp his cock. While he jerked his hand up and down Brett’s skin, Cade’s chest rubbed along his spine. Feeling Cade’s heart pounding against his back had emotion clogging Brett’s throat. The closeness, the intensity of the whole thing rocked Brett’s insides, shook him up so hard he couldn’t see past the color behind his eyes, couldn’t hear anything except for the light slap as Cade’s hips rolled against his ass. The strength of Cade’s thrusts increased, his cock sinking deep inside Brett’s ass, and Brett’s balls drew up beneath him.

  He let out a long moan as his stomach muscles clenched and his ass started to quake around Cade’s dick. The sensations blazed through his body, pleasure reaching from his scalp to his toes and eventually tearing the climax from him. He howled with the force of his orgasm as his vision blurred and his mind spun in rapid, dizzying circles. His come spurted over Cade’s fist in thick loads and his ass clenched hard around Cade’s cock. He’d never come so hard in his life. Cade quickly followed him over the edge, his shout of release echoing in Brett’s ears. Brett soared higher, head spinning so fast he thought he’d pass out. When his body finally stilled except for the occasional jerking of his hips, his arms and legs collapsed beneath him and he buried his face in the sheets. Cade’s warm, sweat-slick body fell over him, as spent as he was. Brett fell asleep like that, feeling safer than he could remember as his eyes drifted shut.

  ***

  When Cade awoke the following morning he was alone. Blinking to clear the haze from his eyes, he lifted his head. There was a dip in the sheets where Brett’s body had lain and when he ran a hand over it, he found the sheet almost cold. He’d been alone for a while.

  Gingerly, he moved his body to the edge of the bed and sat up. Rays of sunshine streamed through the window, flooding the bedroom with light. He reached a hand behind him to rub the top of his shoulder and glanced around the room. His clothes still lay strewn at the bottom of the bed but Brett’s had been removed. Wondering how long the other man had been gone, Cade rose to his feet and started pulling on his clothes. He realized he needed a shower as he stepped out into the hallway. But he’d go home first.

  The only sounds downstairs were a clock ticking and the gentle hum of the refrigerator. When Cade closed the screen door behind him and started down the steps to where his car was still parked, he saw the blue pickup was gone. A smirk twisted his lips as he pulled open the car door and slid inside. It figured. Brett had run away.

  He couldn’t blame the guy, he thought to himself as he shot down the driveway, clouds of dust billowing in his wake. The first time was always going to be a big deal, and coupled with the fact that Brett’s state of mind hadn’t been what anyone could call clear, Cade wouldn’t be surprised if Brett was gone for good.

  Guilt welled inside him as he took the turn for his house. Had he taken advantage of the situation last night? When he’d followed Brett inside his house all he’d wanted to do was make him feel better, to take the pain away. He hadn’t intended on taking the man to bed. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind until Brett’s mouth had slanted over his.

  Remembering the jolt of electricity that had sparked between their lips, Cade tightened his hands on the wheel. A stronger man would have stopped it right there before things could get out of hand, but not Cade. The pressure of Brett’s mouth on his had ripped away any honorable intentions he’d had before. He couldn’t have held back, especially after Brett’s request.

  Come upstairs with me.

  The breath hitched in Cade’s throat as he heard Brett’s deep voice in his mind. He’d never dared to dream that one day he’d get to touch Brett Miller, not even as a teenager when he’d watched Brett make out with his many girlfriends behind the stables. But last night it had happened. And the fierce intensity of the encounter had thrown all his previous sexual experiences into shadow.

  He pulled up outside his house and turned the key in the ignition. He closed his eyes as the engine died and rested his face on the wheel. In his mind he saw Brett’s face as it had been last night. Clenched jaw, parted lips, dark eyes desperate with need. There’d been no hesitation as Cade had touched his body, tasted the saltiness of his skin, sucked on the hard length of his pulsing cock. Brett had been so willing, a direct result of the pain he was suffering, Cade guessed. If Dixie hadn’t passed away last night, they’d still be in limbo, Brett ignoring whatever he was feeling.

  Maybe they were still in limbo, albeit a different kind. They’d crossed the line now. They couldn’t go back. But would Brett want to continue? Cade hoped he did because the idea of never being that close to Brett again made his gut clench.

  Slowly, he climbed out of the car and started up the steps to the porch. He stepped inside the house, already unbuttoning his shirt. Though his stomach growled with hunger, he headed straight for the shower and let the hot spray wash away all traces of Brett.

  ***

  Brett drove all the way to El Paso that day and spent the afternoon wandering through the city. His mind worked overtime, sifting through what had happened the previous night. It had been brewing for weeks, he could see that now. Dixie’s death had been the straw that broke the camel’s back, the final nail in the coffin. He’d snapped, let his confused feelings for Cade take over.

  For fuck’s sake, what the hell did he do now?

  It wouldn’t happen again, he decided, keeping his head down as he wound his way along the bustling sidewalks. He didn’t want it to happen again. It was too fucked up. It would throw the whole ranch into chaos. He and Cade could never work. It wasn’t even a possibility.

  But it felt so good, his mind reminded him, triggering an onslaught of memories from the night before—Cade’s hot mouth tugging on his nipple, his tongue swirling around his cock, the thick length of Cade’s shaft invading his body. Brett’s hands balled into fists at his sides as a shudder of desire passed down his spine. Gritting his teeth, he focused on blocking out the remembered sensations.

  A leggy brunette caught his eye as they passed one another on the sidewalk. Her eyebrows lifted suggestively, her pink lips smiling a come-on. He looked away, wishing with all his might he could summon some level of interest, but right now the only body he longed for was Cade’s.

  He fought the urge to stop and slam his fist into the nearest wall, to let the physical pain chase away the emotion weighing him down. Instead, he joined a crowd of people waiting to cross the street and watched the numbers count down until the “go” sign flashed. He strode across the street and headed back to where he’d parked. He’d keep driving until he felt he could face Cade again. He’d drive all night if that’s what it took.

  ***

  “Oh my God,” Jessica exclaimed down the phone as Cade shoveled a forkful of chili into his mouth on his way into the living room. “You fucked him, didn’t you?”

  Cade coughed, nearly choking on his food. “How the hell do you do that?” he demanded when he could speak.

  Her amazed laugh tinkled down the line. “You sounded a little off and I took a shot in the dark.”

  He frowned and sank into the sofa opposite the TV. “Good shot,” he said reluctantly.

  “I can’t believe it actually happened,” she said breathlessly and he could imagine her eyes widening with wonder. Then her tone became sharp. “I can’t believe I didn’t get to see it!”

  He let out a dry chuckle. “Guess I should have videotaped it for you.”

  “Yes, you should have.” There was a pause before she asked, “So where is he now?”

  “No fucking clue.” He put down his bowl of chili and lifted his feet onto the coffee table. “He was gone when I woke up.”

  “So you spent the night together? Whose bed?”

  “What does that matter?”

  “Just answer the question.”

  He rolled his eyes. “His bed. Happy?”

  She let out a breathy sigh. “You know what that means,
don’t you?” When he remained silent, she continued, “Every time he gets into bed he’s going to think of you and what happened between you guys. That is so hot.”

  “Well, considering I haven’t seen him since we fell asleep, I’m guessing he’s going to do his darnedest to block it out.”

  “Don’t let him,” Jess said simply. “And believe me, forgetting you ain’t easy. I know.”

  He grinned. “Thanks, Jess.”

  “You’re welcome.” Her voice lowered to a sultry whisper. “Now tell me everything.”

  He laughed, feeling the tension in his body lighten slightly. “Not a chance, sweetheart.”

  She gave a cry of protest. “That’s not fair. If it hadn’t been for me, the idea of fucking you probably never would have crossed his mind.”

  “Maybe.” Rubbing his hand over his stubble-covered jaw, he expelled a long breath. “It was different, Jess. I never felt anything like that before.”

  “That’s a good thing, honey,” she said, her voice soft. “Don’t let him run away from you.”

  “I don’t think I have a choice.”

  Her frustrated groan made him smile again. “Get over yourself, Cade,” she ordered, “and use every filthy trick in the book. Make him yours. Do it for me.”

  “For you?”

  “Yeah, you have no idea how hot I get when I think of you guys together.”

  “I’ll try my best,” he promised, wondering if Brett would be home yet. “Thanks for checking up on me.”

  “No problems, babe. You just make sure you keep me updated.”

  He laughed as he rang off, feeling a million times better than he had before her call. He’d give Brett a little time to sort his head out, but Jess was right. If he wanted Brett, he had to go after him. And that’s exactly what he intended to do.

  Chapter Ten