Wait Until Dawn by Bailey Bradford (chrysanthemum read aloud txt) 📗

awesome, though Chris hadn’t thought to check his aura. He tried to imagine what colors he’d find there and decided there’d be mostly colors showing he was a good person—with a tinge of smoke. The happy laughing ones were always the guys with hidden issues.

Chapter Seven

“They aren’t going to drive off,” Severo said, pulling Laine away from where he was looking out the bedroom window. Laine came away with a grunt, not resisting but not exactly eager to be led to their bed. It had been one of those quiet, tense evenings, with Laine answering him in monosyllables and his broad shoulders slumped like the weight of the world was pushing them down. Severo had been shocked somewhat when he’d seen Rich. He hadn’t known the man very well before McAlister had got hold of him, but Rich had been bright and shiny like a new penny before then, and now he only glowed when he was focused on Chris—not that Severo could blame him. The big trucker was well past sexy, with all those thick muscles, his bald head—which normally Sev would veto ever being in the same sentence with sexy, but it worked for Chris. The piercings, tongue and chin, made Sev think wicked thoughts about what one could do with those. He’d love to drive Laine crazy with his tongue and, thanks to Chris, Sev couldn’t get the image of licking and fucking Laine’s slit with the ball of a tongue piercing out of his head.

Then there was the whole dick piercing. Sev shuddered at the idea of someone shoving a needle through his glans and urethra, but he’d heard stories about how good it felt for both partners, and he wondered if he couldn’t handle the pain and discomfort in order to find out for himself, with Laine, how it’d feel.

Of course, maybe Chris didn’t have a Prince Albert, maybe he had a Jacob’s Ladder or a guiche…

“Do I even want to know what you’re thinking about?”

Sev glanced up beside their bed to find Laine glowering at him. Damn, but he loved that snarly look his man got when he was jealous or just irritated. It made Sev’s already stiff cock even harder. Sev gave his lover the wicked grin that always set Laine’s libido on fire and stroked a hand over each of their packages.

“Piercings,” Sev informed him, adding a bit more pressure to Laine’s dick. Laine’s hips shoved forward but his scowl deepened.

“You like him?” Laine jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “You think that’s sexy, having holes poked—”

“Oh yeah,” Sev purred, sliding his hand down to cup Laine’s heavy balls through his boxer briefs. “You know I love having my hole poked, but tonight…” He shoved his hand further back until his fingers teased over Laine’s opening. Laine tensed from head to toe but didn’t pull away. He wrapped one rough hand around Sev’s wrist, pinning him in place. Sev tapped the tight hole once and Laine gasped and trembled as he fisted Sev’s hair with his other hand.

“Sev, I don’t know if tonight’s the best time for…” Laine swallowed and darted a nervous glance over his shoulder. “Don’t know if I can relax enough, not after seeing Rich and knowing I fucked up again.”

Sev heard the almost hidden plea in Laine’s voice. Tonight was exactly the right night to do this, to finally take Laine and drive him to the edge over and over again before letting him explode in a climax that would leave him addle-brained. Laine needed that, needed to stop thinking and blaming himself, although truthfully, Sev thought they both should have known better, reassurances from shrinks or not.

And he wouldn’t lie about it to Laine. The man was his life, the only reason Sev had sometimes to want to draw his next breath. Sev had cut back virtually all his work in speaking to the dead, and listening to them, but occasionally there was a police department that had a persistent captain who didn’t give a damn what the press or other cops thoughts. He, or she, wanted answers, wanted killings to stop, and Sev couldn’t refuse. Some of the spirits he encountered broke his heart and dinged his soul, but the evil ones… They twisted Sev up inside, and the only one who made him feel close to normal again was Laine. That kind of feeling and security, that kind of love, was something you repaid with honesty and a devotion that would never be questioned.

Sev sat on the bed and pulled Laine to him, an awkward move with his hand still in Laine’s underwear, but Laine hadn’t let go of his wrist yet. Sev managed to press the tip against Laine’s hole enough to penetrate, and Laine’s thick thighs quivered as he released Sev’s wrist. Sev grabbed his lover’s underwear and shoved them down, tugging until Laine braced his hands on Sev’s shoulders and unsteadily lifted one foot then the other. Underwear tossed aside, Sev latched on to Laine’s dick before the man could draw his next breath. He sucked that thick cock back in one quick stroke, his hands seeking out balls and ass, anywhere he could touch to drive Laine wild.

Laine cried out and pumped further into Sev’s mouth, the crown popping down deep. Sev tugged on his lover’s balls, giving Laine the bite of pain he liked. He swallowed around Laine’s cock as he pushed a dry finger into Laine’s ass—something else his big, tough sheriff enjoyed, the hot burn of sudden penetration, though Sev flat refused to do it with more than one finger no matter how much Laine pleaded with his pumping hips and sexy gasps. Laine would love that Prince Albert, love the feeling of the piercing slamming into him… Yeah, Sev was definitely going to have to give that, and a few other piercings, some serious thought later.

Sev wrapped one hand around Laine’s thigh, keeping his mouth full and his finger drilling Laine’s ass. He leaned back