Blue Moon: Too Good to Be True (25 page)

“It was my dad because the shots were fired from a gun with a laser and a suppressor on it, which dumbfuck over here doesn’t have on his nine millimeter. I’d say Shade is around somewhere because otherwise my father would’ve killed them, not just scared them.”

Angel walked over to the idiot who had the gun and kicked it a little further from the boy’s reach. “Hey, shithead. What are you doing with a big boy weapon like that?” Angel squatted by the boy who was still holding his right hand, which was now covered in blood. “You were lucky tonight boy, anyone else would’ve killed you.”

“Dude, I’m sorry…can you call me an ambulance or something…I’m bleeding.” The boy began to cry.

“You fucking pussy.” Max sneered down at him. “Help me, I’m bleeding,” Max mocked the boy in his best girly voice.

“Not helpin’, darlin’.” Angel looked at his man. “Hawk, come out here for God’s sake.” Angel raised his voice to be heard over the sobs of the teens.

Hawk’s deep voice made it to them before he appeared. “Nice moves Max. Gonna take that boy a while to smell anything again.” Hawk walked up the alley, appearing out of the shadows. He slapped Max on the back when he got close enough to him.

Max looked at Hawk like he had horns on his head.

“Don’t try to figure it out. I see everything, remember?” Hawk winked slyly.

“Bullshit. You left like twenty minutes before us.” Max laughed.

“Yes, I did. I was on my way to my lovely room when I saw these idiots stumbling down the street a few miles up. I knew you and Angie were gonna walk this way, and since you were already adjusting your hard-on in the pub I knew you weren’t gonna keep your hands off him before making it to your room. So seeing the future, I figured your paths would cross with these jackasses and it wouldn’t be pretty.

“I called your dad before he got too far and he took up position right over there.” Hawk pointed to the right and Max followed his line of sight.

Sure enough, on the roof of a bodega on the opposite side of the street was Angel’s father calmly smoking a cigar with his Desert Eagle resting at his side, the tip of the suppressor still smoking. Shade stood close to him with his large arms crossed over his chest.

Angel gave his two-finger salute and watched his father nod and turn to head for the fire escape.

One short hour later, Angel and Max were in their room. Apparently Call had made some calls and everything was taken care of by a few friends of his in the Washington, D.C. police department.

“That was entertaining.” Max began stripping off his clothes.

“Darlin’, you might want to bring it down a couple notches. You can’t just go around breaking kid’s noses or knocking out any homophobe that starts spouting off bullshit and pissing you off,” Angel stated while peeling off his cargo shorts. “I understand that you’re new to this lifestyle, but love, if we’re gonna be together I don’t want to be bailing you out of jail every other week. I love that you stick up for me…for us…but please promise you’ll try a little harder to be calm in those types of situations, because unfortunately there will be more.”

“Angel, those were not kids. They were all over eighteen and deserved what they got. I’m sure they’ll think twice before they approach the next gay couple. Not everyone who’s a victim of gay hate has Navy Seals lurking in alleys or on rooftops watching their backs.” Max pulled Angel into a long embrace. “Let’s shower,” he whispered in Angel’s ear.

“Sounds good, I’m beat. It’s almost four in the morning.”

“Are you too tired for me, babe?” Max’s hands made their way down to Angel’s ass and began to knead the firm flesh, his cock responding quickly.

“Never too tired for you, darlin’.” He laid a chaste kiss on Max’s mouth as Max moved quickly to get the lube.

When Max stepped into the shower Angel was already soaping his strong body. Angel’s hair was loose and hanging down his back. Max stopped bathing and stared at Angel as he dipped his head back and wet his silky mane. Max stepped into Angel’s space and traced down his neck to the well-defined chest muscles, then dropped to his knees. Angel looked down at Max and into those beautiful gray eyes staring up at him.

“I love you,” Angel whispered.

“I love you, more.” Max’s hot mouth was on Angel’s cock before he could protest.

“Ohhh…fuuckkk,” Angel gasped as he let his man work him over.
Damn,
he’s getting fucking good at this.
“Fuck yeah, darlin’…just like that…uuuhhh…take me deep, love.” Angel had to brace himself on Max’s big shoulders, because his knees were getting weak. “Ohhh…I’m gonna come baby…yes, yes, yes.” He thrust deeper into Max’s mouth. He brought his wet hands up to stroke over his own chest, stopping briefly to pinch both erect nipples. The stinging sensation pinged down his spine, making him arch his back. He clung to the edge ready for Max to take him over, then Max’s hot mouth was gone.

“No baby…please, I’m so close,” Angel begged.

“I want you to come when I’m buried balls deep in your ass.” Max turned Angel around, propped one of Angel’s legs up on the edge of the tub, and smeared the lube on his hole. Angel rocked back into his touch, trying desperately to get those fingers inside of him. His body was on fire and his balls were pulled up tight. He knew as soon as Max entered him he was going to explode…and he couldn’t wait. He wanted to show his man just how hot he was for him. Watching Max break that boy’s nose was fucking hot. His man was not going to stand for him being disrespected, and Angel was proud to be with him.

“Max…please…fuck me now!” Angel yelled. His face was pressed against the cool tile, his brow creased with frustration. Max was taking too long.

“Getting a little impatient, aren’t we?” Max slowly pushed one finger into Angel’s hot hole. Angel immediately tried to get more inside of him.

“Mmmm, my anxious little slut. You want my big cock in your ass now.”

Angel knew Max liked to talk dirty, but even more Max liked to torment Angel and make him beg.

“You fucker,” Angel growled trying to push back some more, but Max withdrew his finger and begin massaging Angel’s rim again. “Max goddammit! Fuck me now or I’m gonna flip you around and slam my hard

dick into you until I come!” After all the adrenaline from the fight and the gunfire Angel needed to be claimed and fucked hard by his man.

Max put his hand in the center of Angel’s back and pushed him back hard against the shower wall. “Stay the fuck there…I’ll give you my cock when I’m damn good and ready,” Max growled harshly in his ear, his grip like steel on Angel’s hips. Max took two fingers and pushed them both in Angel’s ass, making him cry out from the burn.

“Fuck yes! That’s it…fucking give it to me hard.” Angel knew he sounded like a wanton slut, but he would be a slut all his life for this firefighting God. Angel felt Max’s warm breath on his cheek. Max gently moved Angel’s mane over his shoulder. Angel loved the way Max handled his hair—always gently and affectionately. Because of its length men wanted to pull it all the time and Angel loved that Max never did that. They liked to play rough…a lot, but Max never yanked his hair.

Angel’s eyes were already losing vision when he felt the thick head of Max’s cock at his hole and his breath caught in his chest. Max breeched his outer ring and Angel welcomed the fire in his ass. Max made him feel so alive. Angel had rarely bottomed with other men, but with Max it came naturally. The man was able to make Angel fly from just touching him, but when he fucked him he took him to another dimension.

Max spread his legs and pushed into Angel in one long, smooth stroke.

“Fuck. Shit. Damn. Angel baby…Fuck…So fucking hot…Shit!” Max couldn’t form intelligent sentences whenever he and Angel came together like this.

“Ohh…gawwd…Max…my love…fuck me good…fuck me hard. Claim me.” Angel braced himself on the wall and let his man take over his body.

Max thrust into Angel’s snug channel relentlessly, over and over until he gave Angel everything that he begged for. Angel’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and his back arched as he shouted out Max’s name. The first jet of come that hit the shower wall made Angel jerk violently in Max’s grip. Angel never even touched his dick, but the come wouldn’t stop pumping out of him. Max hips were strong and unforgiving as he piston-fucked Angel

through his orgasm. His forehead rested on the back of Angel’s neck as his grip tightened, preparing for his own orgasm which was coming on fast.

Max didn’t stop thrusting, it was as if Angel was the purest cocaine and Max was an addict. He yelled out obscenities as his orgasm rocketed, filling Angel with wave after wave of his seed.

He put his arms underneath Angel’s and pulled him in close to his chest, his breathing still erratic. “I love you so much, Angel, you are my world,” he whispered sensually against Angel’s cheek. “When I first saw you, I knew right then that I wanted you to be mine.” Max kissed Angel’s cheek and licked the water cascading down his neck, sucking the gentle flesh along his collarbone.

“Fuuuuuck, Maximus.” Angel moaned low in his throat.

Max’s spent cock slipped out of Angel. He turned Angel around and wrapped him in his arms and held him tight…damn the cooling water. “I know baby. It’s okay.” Max laid soft kisses on his mouth, as he let Angel release all the emotions he was feeling.

Breakfast was pleasant but also irritating as hell. Angel’s father and team chewed them out for neither of them carrying a weapon when they were both licensed to carry a concealed firearm. Angel tried to explain their side but it was useless of course. All of his uncles had a comeback. He and Angel felt like scolded little boys that got caught behind the schoolhouse making out.

Angel told his dad that he and Max could’ve taken the little fuckers, and his dad actually didn’t dispute that, but he still argued it was an unnecessary risk to disarm a whacked-out kid on drugs that was trying to impress his little clique. After the lectures came to a slow halt they eased into a very nice brunch.

Shade told Max that he was impressed with how he’d broken the boy’s nose. He felt comfortable with him being Angel’s life partner. “Angel needs a man that is his equal, since he is more than capable of defending and

providing for himself. It’s clear that you fit the bill, Ace.” Shade gave him firm shake.

“Ace…huh.” Max quirked one eyebrow.

“Yep, actually Hawk gave you the name,” Shade replied.

Max looked in Hawk’s direction and his all-seeing gaze was riveted on him. “That’s right. I watched you the entire time and how you handled those guys. Angel is always the voice of reason and a rational thinker before he acts…but if he has to act, then your ass is grass. You, my friend, are a wild card. In blackjack the player with the trick up his sleeve usually wins. In cards that’s called the ‘ace in the hole’…it will almost always produce a victory.

That boy never saw your crazy ass coming.”

Hawk looked at him seriously along with the others. “It may seem unfair or like cheating, but there are no rules in war and combat.”

“They were just kids, anyone could’ve taken them down,” Max replied.

“True, they were kids, but the ‘ace in the hole’ trick will work in any hand just like it can work in any situation. If you keep your opponent guessing they’ll never see you coming. Trust me, I’ve played a lot of blackjack…Ace.”

Hawk winked at him, and Max couldn’t help but laugh and shake the man’s hand.

“I like it, and I’m honored, especially considering the company I’m in.”

Max beamed.

They finished eating and Angel told them they needed to get on the road to go home. They all insisted that Angel come back with Ace and his older brother soon. Everyone headed out to the parking lot to go in their separate directions. Max noticed Hawk surveying everything.

Fucking awesome.

Chapter Twenty

The weekend had been amazing, Ryker was disappointed that it was Sunday. Ryker got along wonderfully with Bass’s parents. Bass was right too.

His father believed that Ryker would be a good sub and life partner for his son.

Ryker was shocked to enter Bass’s parent’s home to find his mother sitting at her husband’s feet as she watched television and he read the paper.

She answered and served him the entire time they were there. Bass’s father also had his wife on a very strict schedule, as far as when she was out with her friends, when she had her own personal time…all the way to her cooking and home duties. Ryker had never seen an older couple live like that. It made him pray that he and Bass would end up the same way, because honestly Bass’s mother looked so happy and content.

They were back at Ryker’s condo and Bass had run out to handle some minor business at Blue Moon. On his way back he was going to pick up a movie to watch after dinner. Ryker prepared lasagna and Caesar salad…one of Bass’s favorite meals. Tonight he was supposed go back home. Ryker didn’t know how he felt about his Master not being with him in his bed at night. Ryker finally felt whole now that he had his Dom.

Maybe I should just ask him about living together….no idiot, too fucking soon.

However, Ryker didn’t agree with the rational side of his mind. He knew he needed his Dom with him, protecting and guiding him twenty-four hours a day. He was in deep thought staring out the window at the tide coming in to the shore when his ringing phone startled him.

“Hello.”

“Hey, big brother, what’s going on?” Max sounded happy and it made him smile. He moved to his couch and kicked his feet up on the solid oak coffee table in front of his brown leather sofa. He had a few minutes before Bass got back.

“Hey, Max, I’m cool. How’d it go with your future father-in-law and his merry men?”

“Real good man. Those guys are fucking awesome, but I’m glad to be headed back home. I got a crazy story to tell you when I get back too. Your gonna freak out or laugh your ass off when you hear this.” Max was excited and Ryker could tell his baby brother was smiling from ear to ear.