A Subtle Breeze by Bailey Bradford (best books to read in life .txt) 📗

“No. You can go, you can stay. It doesn’t matter to me. You choose to hang around, don’t expect me to be touching you or—” Zeke’s protest was cut off by Brendon’s laughter.

“I don’t think so, Zeke. You can’t even say those words like you mean them.” Brendon leaned harder into Zeke, finally removing his hands from Zeke’s wrists only to slide them up and around his neck.

“You suck at lying, babe, and you’re not going to run me off just because you’re afraid. I’ve told you that before. I get that today has hit you hard, but I’m here, and I’m staying, and you want me here.” Brendon brought his lips up to Zeke’s, stopping short of touching. Zeke couldn’t hide the way his body reacted to Brendon. His cock was hard and throbbing, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Brendon’s pretty mouth. It was so fucking close…

Brendon chuckled softly, rubbing his own hard cock against Zeke, stealing his strength and determination with that one move. Zeke’s eyelids slid down, too heavy to hold open when all he could think about was stripping this man naked and burying his cock so deep inside Brendon that his lover would feel it for days. That thought drew a groan from Zeke’s throat before he could stop it. Brendon’s smile grew bigger as he thrust his cock again.

“I’m not going anywhere, unless it’s to your room, Zeke. And I can guarantee that you won’t be able to not touch me. Guarantee it.” Brendon grabbed the back of Zeke’s head and pulled him down the little bit that was needed to bring their lips together. Teeth nipped his lower lip, sending a jolt of fire straight to Zeke’s balls. He groaned again as he opened for Brendon’s kiss, letting the man dominate and control the melding of their mouths.

When the kiss ended, Zeke rested his forehead on Brendon’s, trying to catch his breath. When he could manage it, Zeke met his lover’s gaze. Maybe he was just imagining the bit of hurt he saw there, but he doubted it, and his conscience wouldn’t let him ignore it.

“I’m sorry, babe. I just…I don’t want you to be hurt, and yet I turned around and hurt you myself. I’m so sorry, Brendon.”

Brendon nodded, hurt replaced by something that caused his eyes to glisten with tears. “I knew, within minutes, what you were doing, Zeke. Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt, so don’t ever pull that shit again, you understand me?” Brendon hugged Zeke tight as he spoke, burying his face against the side of Zeke’s neck.

“I won’t, Brendon,” Zeke promised. “Not like that, though I won’t vow not to ask you to leave if I’m worried about your safety.” He gave into the need and wrapped Brendon in his arms.

“You can ask all you want. Just remember to respect my decision when I turn you down flat. Every time.” Soft lips nibbled against Zeke’s neck, making his cock leak even as his heart swelled with happiness. They’d figure this out, somehow, and he would keep Brendon safe at the same time. Right now, though, it was time for the make-up sex Zeke had heard so much about. Well, if it was supposed to be more explosive than non-make-up sex, he and Brendon just might end up killing each other—in the best way possible.

Grinning, Zeke pulled Brendon off of him. “Time to shower, babe.”

Chapter Six

Zeke took Brendon’s hand and waited until he had stepped under the water before following. “You are so fucking sexy, baby, all wet and slick. Makes me want, need.”

Hearing those words had Brendon whimpering and leaning into Zeke, feeling the burn of his own pressing need. Zeke held Brendon tight, belly-to-belly and cock-to-cock, rubbing them together in slow, scintillating circles. When his lover stepped back, breathing hard, and tapped Brendon’s nose with a fingertip, Brendon was more than a little disappointed.

“I have plans for these.” Zeke touched their cocks, a quick stroke that had them both gasping. “We need to get done with this shower, fast before I toss my plans to hell.”

The wicked look he gave Brendon made his dick thump against his belly with anticipation. Wait. Zeke had plans?

“You know, babe, I had plans, too,” he informed Zeke, trying to figure out when, exactly, he’d let those plans go. Probably sometime in the truck, or during their little spat on the porch. Well, Brendon had to admit there was a lot to be said for spontaneity.

Zeke grinned, eyes burning hot. “I bet our plans work just fine together, but for now”—he reached out and pinched Brendon on the ass, making him yelp—“for now, let’s hurry up and wash so we can…merge our plans.”

Brendon rolled his eyes at that, which got him another pinch. Reaching for the soap, he lathered up a cloth before tossing the soap to Zeke.

“Race ya,” he taunted, knowing Zeke wouldn’t be able to refuse the challenge. Judging from the way his cock jerked and pulsed, that man was every bit as eager to get out of this shower as Brendon was.

After rinsing the last traces of shampoo from his hair, Brendon pushed the shower door open then reached for a towel. Zeke batted his hand away, wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted him out of the shower. Before Brendon could say a word, Zeke’s mouth was on his, tongue plunging in and fucking his mouth as Zeke guided Brendon to the countertop. Withdrawing his tongue, Zeke bit Brendon’s bottom lip, then spun him around so he faced the mirror over the sink. Brendon’s heart stuttered as he watched their reflections, Zeke’s hand clasping Brendon’s shoulder and pushing him forward so he was bent at the waist and bracing his forearms on either side of the sink. His eyes began to drift closed as Zeke stroked his shoulder, then started trailing his fingers down Brendon’s spine.

“No,” Zeke growled out, “watch me, watch us.”

Brendon forced his eyes open, meeting Zeke’s