Aftermath by Bailey Bradford (most important books of all time txt) 📗

“You are beautiful, perfect,” Darren gritted out as his cock slid deeper into Lee’s hole. Darren groaned as tight hot muscles gripped and massaged his rod. His hips jerked as pleasure shot from his balls and spread up his spine. “And you’re mine.” Darren thrust and sank his cock in deep, his balls slapping against Lee’s butt. Lee shouted, his back arching as he let go of his legs and reached for Darren.

Darren dropped down on top of Lee, catching himself on his elbows at Lee’s sides while Lee wound his strong legs around Darren’s hips. He took Lee’s mouth again and began pummeling his cock into Lee, forcing a grunt from Lee each time Darren’s cock lodged deep inside him.

It couldn’t last long, or Darren knew he couldn’t last long, not with the way Lee’s walls contracted around his dick, pulling and pushing until Darren couldn’t do anything other than give in to his body’s demand. Darren snarled like a wild beast as he grasped Lee’s jaw and plundered his mouth with the same ferocity he was plundering Lee’s hole.

Lee jerked and writhed and clutched at Darren as wet heat spread between their bellies. Darren’s dick was gripped so tight he had to lift his lips from Lee’s and scream as ecstasy racked his body. He ground his hips against Lee, mindless with the intensity of his orgasm.

Sometime later he became aware of being sticky and sweaty. Darren opened his eyes only to discover Lee snoring softly under him. He knew his grin was a smug one—it had to be as he looked at his lover, worn out and marked with love bites that Darren wanted to keep on that tanned skin.

Despite feeling weak and drained, Darren reached down and grabbed the base of his cock, holding onto the rubber as his dick slid from Lee’s pucker. Lee grumbled and tried to pull Darren close but Darren resisted long enough to remove the condom and tie it off before tossing it on the floor.

Darren pushed aside his fears about Lee leaving him and slid onto his stomach beside Lee. He refused to believe this was all he’d have with this man, and as Darren closed his eyes he vowed to do everything he could to make Lee want to stay with him in McKinton.

Chapter Nine

“You think there was a ghost in the motel room?” Lee said impassively as he watched Darren. The familiar bright swatches of color bloomed on Darren’s fair cheeks as he nodded.

“You said yourself there was nothing holding the sheets up, but something was.” Darren leaned forward and gave Lee a pleading look. “Is it easier to believe the sheets just became animated and spontaneously attacked? Is it really too impossible for you to believe that people’s spirits might be able to linger even after the body dies?”

“I don’t know what to believe. If I can touch it, see it, hear it, even smell it, then I know it’s real, but this…” Lee shook his head.

“But it happened, you know it did. Let me call Severo, maybe he can explain it better.”

And there was another creepy thing, a man people claimed could speak to spirits, or hear them, whatever. The very thought of it made Lee want to shudder and run from this town like his ass was on fire.

Darren reached across the table and held Lee’s hand in his. One glance at those sweet brown eyes and Lee caved. He didn’t want to leave McKinton—specifically, he didn’t want to leave Darren. Whatever they had going on was strong and addictive and Lee didn’t want to fight it. He nodded once and Darren leaped up from his seat, letting Lee’s hand go so he could run around the table and hug Lee so hard he couldn’t breathe.

“Thank you,” Darren mumbled.

Lee didn’t know what he was being thanked for, but Darren followed it up with a tender kiss that rocked Lee to his toes. He was even a little stunned, especially after Darren had been so commanding earlier, taking Lee with all the skills of an experienced lover. No one had ever made Lee feel like that, as if he could—and he had, hadn’t he?—hand himself over completely and trust his lover to know what he needed. Darren had said Lee was his, and he was right. For however long this lasted, Darren had him, however Darren wanted him.

“I’ll be right back.” Darren kissed Lee’s forehead then sprinted out of the kitchen. Lee heard the low murmur of Darren’s voice and knew his lover was calling Severo. Lee decided he’d try to keep his mind open no matter how bizarre all this was. It was obvious Darren believed, and maybe—although Lee was afraid to hope for it—if spirits did exist, maybe Stefan was among them. Lee immediately felt guilty for the thought. If there was some way for people to hang around after they died, how did he know if it was better than them just…going wherever people went once they passed?

“Severo and Laine will be here in an hour.”

Lee glanced over at Darren standing in the kitchen doorway. He was wringing his hands and looking everywhere but at Lee. Lee couldn’t stand seeing Darren so worried.

“Come here.” Lee scooted his chair back and patted his lap. Darren hesitated briefly then came over and sat right where Lee wanted him to. Lee hooked his arms around Darren and rubbed his forehead against Darren’s chest. “I can’t promise you I’ll believe whatever Severo says, but I do promise you I’ll listen.”

Darren wrapped his arms around Lee’s shoulders. “That’s all I’m asking you to do.”

Lee was listening. Stefan was so excited he wanted to do something, ruffle Lee’s hair or just wrap around him.

“You’ll scare the crap outta him.”

Of course Conner had to burst Stefan’s happy bubble. Stefan gave the equivalent of a huff as he pouted. Sure, it was fine for Conner to scare the shit out of