Devlin and Garrick by Cameron Dane (best big ereader TXT) 📗

the men, and they both collapsed onto the dresser. For long minutes afterward, Devlin remained slumped against Gradyn and pulled in cleansing air until he could breathe again without his entire body heaving. He still had his cock resting inside Gradyn, he still had his fingers locked in a bruising hold over Gradyn’s hands, and he knew he had enough weight in his six-foot frame to cause someone under him discomfort. Devlin knew he needed to get up and allow Gradyn to unfold from the dresser, but holy hell, he didn’t want to separate from this man’s body.

In any way.

Gradyn finally grunted and turned his head. “Can I?” He nudged Devlin but didn’t shove or force him off. “I have to piss.”

Oh shit. “Yeah, sorry.” Without thinking, Devlin shot upright, and in the process jerked his cock out of Gradyn none-too-gently. Gradyn hissed as it happened, and Devlin winced at his carelessness. “Fucking shit.” He snapped his attention to Gradyn as mortification burned him red from top to bottom. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Gradyn shot Devlin a sideways glance as he moved a little stiffly to the bathroom. “I’ll live.” He closed the door almost all the way. A moment later, Devlin heard Gradyn sigh as he relieved himself. Devlin peeled off the used condom and found a tissue to wad it into before throwing it away. As the toilet flushed and the water began to run, Devlin grabbed a few more of those tissues and wiped Gradyn’s ejaculate off the front of the dresser. No point in trying to clean off what was on his chest; the cum there had already dried to the point that he would need a wet cloth to remove it.

Didn’t matter. It was Gradyn’s, and Devlin liked thinking about how the man had looked--so harsh and primal--as he lost himself and covered Devlin’s chest with his seed.

Gradyn emerged from the bathroom with a stretch, lifting his arms toward the ceiling. He moaned a sound of content and cracked a few joints as he crossed the room to his discarded clothes. “Goddamn,” he rolled his shoulders, “I needed that.” As soon as he said it, he glanced up at Devlin with a grin. “The sex, beautiful, not the peeing. I needed the sex.”

Devlin felt his cheeks heat, and a thrill shot through him upon hearing this nickname Gradyn had bestowed upon him. “Wasn’t anything bad about it for me, either,” he admitted, and just went ahead and slipped into full blush again.

Gradyn chuckled as he sorted through his clothes. “You felt damn good in me, that’s for sure.” He cocked his head, and his jeans and underwear dropped from his hand. “You want to go out to dinner with me? Right now? I’m starving and ... I don’t know,” he shifted from one foot to the other and a furrow appeared between his brows, “I want to sit down and have a nice meal with you. What do you say?”

Devlin’s heart skittered and his stomach flip-flopped enough to make him feel a little bit lightheaded. “I would love to.” He hoped to hell he wasn’t beaming like floodlights in a dark night sky. “Thank you.”

“Good.” With a fast stride across the room to Devlin, Gradyn leaned down and stole a quick kiss. “Let’s go take a shower.” He took Devlin’s hand and pulled him to the bathroom. “We can talk about what kind of food you like so I know where to take you.”

Devlin let Gradyn lead him into the bathroom, but when he went to turn on the shower, Devlin stopped the man and turned him around. “Wherever we go,” Devlin’s mouth felt drier than desert sand, “afterward, I want us to come back here so you can fuck me.” His ass channel squeezed and his cock twitched just with saying it.

A sweet lopsided smile kicked up the edge of Gradyn’s mouth. It whispered through Devlin, exciting him and settling him at the same time, and it made any intimidation he’d felt regarding this man’s muscles or body art disappear.

Gradyn brushed the back of his hand against Devlin’s cheek. “It’s a deal, beautiful.”

Devlin swore he almost goddamn purred in response...

*

...Devlin jerked as his elbow slid off the desk, the motion yanking him back to reality. He was rock-hard where he sat in his living room, and a stain of pre-cum darkened his gray sweats. A quick glance at the time on the computer told him his sister would be home soon. Shit. Wincing at the stiffness of his erection, Devlin got up and went through his bedroom and into his bathroom for some privacy. He damned well wouldn’t be able to talk this thing down; he simply had to take care of it.

He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and could see himself back in that motel bathroom sharing a shower with Gradyn. It didn’t take anything else to get Devlin stroking his prick and his toes curling into the tile floor as the physical pleasure consumed him.

His mind wasn’t entirely in the moment, though. Just a few rubs up and down his dick later, he bit his lip and silently spilled into his own hand. And while Devlin did have his mind on Gradyn, the picture that had made him come had not been one of Gradyn back in that shower in San Francisco, but rather one of Garrick Langley, the man he’d seen in Redemption today.

In the aftermath of orgasm, Devlin couldn’t help wondering what he would say to Gradyn--Garrick--when they had another chat.

Chapter Two

I just want to crawl into bed and sleep forever.

It didn’t matter to Garrick that it was only six-thirty in the evening and still bright as blazes outside. As he pulled his beat-up truck into the drive, he envisioned stripping out of his dirty work clothes and falling into bed naked. A shower and food could wait until morning.

He cut the engine and climbed out of his vehicle as stress he couldn’t afford to feel pressed heavily