When the Dead Speak by Bailey Bradford (books to read to increase intelligence txt) 📗

clutched his bottle of beer to his chest. “We…we need to talk about earlier.”

Laine nodded and took a step forward. “I think so.”

Sev stepped sideways and shut the refrigerator, eyes locked with Laine’s.

The bit of fear in those beautiful eyes made Laine’s chest ache. He took another step toward Sev, grimacing when Sev tried to sidestep again. “Where are you going, Sev? I didn’t mean to hurt you earlier. I just really suck with words, trying to explain something I don’t really understand myself.” Laine reached out and trailed a finger from the top of Sev’s shoulder, down and across his collarbone, up to the top of the other shoulder.

“Laine.” Sev closed his eyes and groaned. “We have to talk about Conner.”

If Sev hoped bringing up Conner’s name would kill off Laine’s desire, he was wrong. Laine’s fingers stroked a series of small circles on Sev’s shoulder, but he nodded. “Okay. But first we’re gonna—” Laine pulled Sev close, ignoring the cold beer between them, and slid his hands to Sev’s butt. Sev’s mouth opened, on a protest or on a plea, Laine didn’t wait to find out. He lifted Sev and spun around, pinning the man to the refrigerator, and thought, finally! Laine lowered his lips to Sev’s and took the kiss he’d needed.

Chapter Five

Sev’s squeak was swallowed by Laine’s mouth. More than just the sound, it seemed as if Laine was devouring Sev, each stroke of the man’s tongue, each shift of his lips pulling apart the walls Sev had kept up to protect himself. Sev swept his tongue across the roof of Laine’s mouth and shook when Laine moaned. Hard hands gripped and kneaded Sev’s butt, pulling him closer as Laine ground his cock against Sev’s. The beer bottle was making a dent in Sev’s chest, his hands clenching it, pinned between them. Sev nipped at Laine’s lip, then laved the small sting with the tip of his tongue. He squirmed and tried to work one of his hands free but Laine’s weight held Sev immobile.

Frustration had Sev jerking his head to the side, but it was hard to speak when Laine moved his lips down Sev’s jaw then began a series of nibbling bites and licks down his neck. Sev’s shudder had nothing to do with cold and everything to do with the fiery explosion of heat that spread from his belly to his balls, disbursing to the rest of his body. Stunned by the force of the lust surging through him, Sev was reduced to gasping as he tried to speak. The feel of sharp teeth biting, of lips latching on and sucking, had Sev’s head snapping back against the refrigerator.

“God… Laine!” Is he marking me? Sev was torn. It felt erotic, painfully good, but he’d never let any man put a mark on him before. The fact Laine was, hadn’t even asked, nearly sent Sev into a panic. The sharp tug of pressure against his skin as Laine sucked, hard, sent the panic skittering away as Sev’s balls drew up tight and his cock pulsed. It felt good, too good, and if he wasn’t so damned horny, he would have protested. As it was, he arched his neck, giving Laine more skin to torture. Another stinging, sucking kiss on the sensitive skin below his ear had Sev crying out, his body trying to arch into the pleasure. He felt Laine’s moist tongue lave the newest mark, then Laine lifted his head, his liquid silver eyes flaring with need.

Carefully, Laine lowered Sev’s feet to the floor. He took the beer from Sev’s numb fingers and set it on the counter, then Laine was taking Sev’s hand and leading him into the bedroom.

“You have what we need?” Laine’s voice was rough and deep, and sent another one of those pulsing aches to Sev’s balls.

Sev nodded, his eyes on the firm, round, denim-covered ass in front of him.

“Sev? Do you?”

“Oh.” Sev had been so distracted by Laine’s ass that he hadn’t even thought about the fact that Laine couldn’t see him nod. “Yeah, in…in my suitcase.”

Laine jerked Sev around and kissed him until Sev’s head spun, then he stepped back and gave Sev a nudge.

“Go in my room and strip. I want you spread out on that bed by the time I get back.” Laine veered to the room on the left. Sev looked at that big, lean body, the rangy muscles that flexed and rolled with each step Laine took, and decided that feeling Laine inside him was worth any risk. Every cell in his body screamed out for the man’s touch, for the feel of Laine’s thick cock pressing into him. Sev turned and sprinted for the bed, jerking his clothes off and tossing them in whichever direction was convenient.

He paused long enough to pull back the dark blue blanket and sheet, then crawled into the middle of the bed, determined to make Laine as crazy for him as possible. Sev spread his legs wide and cupped his balls, not bothering to bite back the moan as he did. With his other hand, he began slowly working the length of his cock, and when Laine stepped in the room and froze, gaze locked on to Sev’s dick, Sev knew he’d succeeded in stoking Laine’s need up as high as he could. The man stood stock still and barely breathed, his muscles trembling.

“Fuck, Sev.” Laine got one trembling hand on the buttons of his jeans. “You… I can’t describe it. You’re fucking perfect.”

Sev thought Laine did a pretty good job describing it, so he stroked his cock faster, letting his eyes close as his hips thrust up and another moan left his lips. There was a flurry of sounds that didn’t really register, then the bed dipped down and Sev’s eyes flew open as his arms were yanked up above his head.

“That’s enough of a show.” Laine’s lips hovered above Sev’s, and he kept Sev’s hands pinned at the wrist.

“Laine, let me touch you, please!”