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

that it didn’t hurt to do this, to share Conner with someone else, or to remember the man. “The police thought that might have been what got the attention of the bastard who killed Conner. He was just… He had this shine, I don’t know how to describe it.”

Sev stiffened in his arms, pushing at Laine’s chest. “There you go then, Sheriff—”

Laine’s head snapped up and he pinned Sev with an angry look. “Sheriff? I had my dick buried in your ass not more than two hours ago. How did I go from being Laine in that bed to Sheriff right now?”

Sev’s only answer was a shrug, but Laine wasn’t letting it go so easily. “Explain that to me.”

“He wanted you to know that you’re in danger. Someone is coming for you. Soon.”

“Duly noted. Probably someone like Irma.” He couldn’t fathom anyone really wanting to cause him harm. Laine stood, keeping Sev in his arms. “You didn’t answer my question, Sev. Explain to me why I’m back to being Sheriff.”

Laine could see the anger flash in Sev’s eyes, his lips tightening and his jaw clenching. “Fine! Laine, then. Conner—”

“I know what he told you. I got the message—someone wants me dead.” Laine shrugged the statement away and lifted Sev until their lips were almost touching. “But I think maybe you’re not getting mine.”

Laine closed the distance between their lips, brushing across Sev’s once before pressing in and teasing Sev’s tongue. Sev tensed then melted against him, the implied trust making Laine’s knees weak and his heart pound. Laine kept it gentle, sharing instead of taking, giving Sev the tenderness Laine doubted the man had much experience with. Sev opened for him beautifully, and Laine poured as much as he could into each stroke of his tongue, each press of his lips. He couldn’t tell Sev how he felt, the need he had to protect and comfort the man, but he could damn sure show him. Judging by the startled gasp that flowed from Sev into Laine, he must have gotten the message. Laine pushed away the flicker of hurt, unsurprised when Sev turned his head and broke the kiss.

“We should…we should clean up the kitchen.”

The panic in Sev’s big eyes broke Laine’s heart. His lover was so afraid of trusting, and now Laine knew why. He wasn’t going to give the man time to think. Laine dipped his head and began kissing a line down Sev’s jaw, down to the sweet spot right by his ear.

“And I didn’t finish telling you what happened. We…we…” Sev groaned and tipped his head back. “I can’t…can’t think when you’re doing that!”

Laine laughed softly and continued sucking, scraping his teeth on sensitive skin, not letting up until Sev’s protests died away and the man was writhing against him. When Sev’s legs gave out, Laine took advantage and encouraged Sev to wrap them around Laine’s waist. He carried Sev into the bedroom, only letting go of him long enough to set Sev down and strip his clothes off. This time, he was going to show Sev there was more to sex than just getting off.

Sev felt heavy with lust, so much so that he couldn’t even express surprise when he found himself lying on the bed, the long, hard stretch of Laine’s body pinning him down, and still, Laine’s lips never left Sev’s body. He tried to help when Laine began removing his clothes only to have his hands shoved away. Sev was naked and aching, his very existence narrowed down to feeling. Then Laine’s hot mouth swallowed Sev’s cock, a slow, tight slide of wet suction that caused pinpricks of color to burst behind Sev’s lids. Moaning, he drove his fingers into Laine’s hair, gripping the silky strands, not guiding or encouraging, just holding on to the one thing, the one person who had suddenly become his entire world.

Laine kept his movements slow and languorous, his tongue sweeping almost lazily over the length of Sev’s cock. One hand rolled Sev’s balls, while the other slicked up his body to tease his nipples. Sev was going insane with the pleasure, his breaths released in a stream of whimpers. The tip of Laine’s tongue dove into the slit of Sev’s dick and Sev felt his balls pull up. Another quick flick of tongue across his cock head, a twist of his nipple, and Sev’s fingers clasped spastically in the dark strands of hair. His stomach and thighs clenched, muscles quivering as he came in Laine’s mouth, that talented tongue pushing and caressing, swiping as Laine sucked down every drop of spunk.

Laine let Sev’s cock slip from his mouth and scooted down, dislodging Sev’s fingers from his hair. Those strong hands smoothed their way to Sev’s ass, thumbs sliding in the dark cleft to open him up to Laine’s seeking tongue. Sev barely had the chance to breathe without moaning when Laine’s tongue laved over his hole, then Laine suckled and nipped at Sev’s opening, working the tight muscle until finally his tongue slipped in.

It was an intimacy Sev hadn’t often experienced, yet he could deny Laine nothing—and denying himself this sensual torment was out of the question. As Laine’s tongue fucked him, twirling and curling around the rim of his entrance, Sev’s inner muscles rippled, his dick responding by filling in a dizzying rush. Laine worked Sev’s ring until Sev was near mindless, a babbling and incoherent pile of burning need. He might have begged, pleaded even, but Sev didn’t care, and when Laine finally rose up and pulled off his own clothes, the grateful sob that slipped past Sev’s lips didn’t embarrass him at all.

Sev gripped the backs of his thighs and pulled his legs to his chest, then Laine was rolling a condom down his thick dick. A smearing of lube followed before Laine dropped down over Sev and lined his cock up to Sev’s hole. Another strangled sound burst free, telling of Sev’s aching need, as Laine began to fill him. Laine