Dangerous (8 page)

Inside the elevator, Ken pushed Brady’s sweatpants down with his feet. Without lifting his mouth, Brady toed off his sneakers and stepped out of his clothes. Finally.
This.
Skin to skin. He didn’t want anything between them that didn’t have to be.

The door opened with a soft
ding
and Brady walked blindly, praying he was going in the right direction.

Ken lifted his mouth and gasped. “Here. Do it here.”

“Lube,” he croaked. “Condom.”

Ken moaned and pressed his face into Brady’s neck, licking and biting the sensitive flesh, making Brady shudder. “Top drawer in the bathroom.”

They managed to turn the knob on the loft door together, swinging it open while Brady made a beeline for that top drawer. He had to get inside Ken. He couldn’t think of anything else.

Brady set him down beside the bed and let him go, turning for the bathroom. “Top drawer?”

Before Ken could respond, Brady was rifling through varying sizes and flavors of condoms and lubes.
So many,
he thought wildly.
Where did he get… I just need—there
. Regular lube and the right sized condom. Hallelujah.

He came out with his hands full and found Ken waiting for him with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Grabbing Brady’s arm, he dropped to his knees, taking them both down to the floor.

Brady glanced at the bed beside them and Ken chuckled raggedly. “You got me all worked up in the gym, Finn. Pinning me to the floor like that. I loved it. I want you to fuck me right here.”

Fuck yes.

Ken set the lube down beside them and took the condom out of Brady’s hand.

Tearing it open, he bent his head and swiftly mouthed the tip of Brady’s erection before rolling the latex down with expert fingers.

It took all of Brady’s control to let him finish. As soon as Ken let go, Brady was on him, kissing him and sliding his sheathed erection against Ken’s hard shaft.

God, yes. Need you. Need you so much. I’ll be careful. I’ll make it so good…

Ken bit Brady’s lip until he tasted blood, making him snarl and lift his head to see the sparkle of desire and mischief in those golden eyes. “I promised no toys, but you have to promise something too.”

Anything. “What?”

“Don’t hold back.”

He didn’t know what he was asking. “Tanaka, I—”

Ken pressed one finger to his lips. “I took you down in the gym and I can do it again. I know pressure points that could put you in the fetal position. I could stop you if you were hurting me. I can take you, Brady Finn. So take me.”

Jesus, that was hot. His words caused something inside Brady to burst apart. He caught Ken’s surprised expression before he twisted him around, pressing his chest to the floor. Brady spread Ken’s ass cheeks roughly and poured a liberal amount of lube between them, his mouth watering and cock twitching at the sight of the tight little hole being readied for him.

“This is what I wanted to do,” he rasped, hardly recognizing his voice as fantasy merged with reality. “In the shower. I wanted to throw you on the floor and fuck you. Make you scream my name. Make you come.”

A fine tremor shook Ken’s lean body beneath his hands and he lifted up onto his elbows, his ass tilting enticingly. “Do it, Brady. I need it. Make me scream.”

Jesus.
Brady gripped Ken’s hip and guided his cock to that tight ring of muscles that clenched in anticipation. Would he hurt him? “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

Brady hissed as he pushed the head of his shaft inside and felt Ken’s muscles squeeze around him like a vise. “Fuck, you’re tight. Damn it, I’ve never felt anything so ti— We need to slow down…”

He heard Ken breathe out with a low moan, and then Brady was shouting in shock and arousal as Ken backed up forcefully, impaling and stretching himself wide on Brady’s cock. “
Fuck
.”

“
Yes
.” Ken cried. “Oh God, you’re so big. Fuck me, Finn. Make me take it. I need it so bad.”

Brady bent over Ken’s back, one hand digging into his shoulder and the other wrapping around his braid as he started to move inside him.
Deeper.
“You like that?” He yanked the braid and Ken cried out. “Damn, that’s sexy, Tanaka. Do it again.” Another yank and another cry of arousal.

He dragged his hips back, grinding his teeth with the effort of restraint. Such a tight fit. He wouldn’t last long, but he never wanted to stop.

He’d never imagined it would feel like this. That sex could feel like this. Like dying and being born again with every thrust of his hips. It felt so good it hurt. So good he forced himself to pick out a tattoo on Ken’s back he could focus on in case he started losing control. He wanted to make this last.

“Brady.” Ken moaned low, shuddering. “Harder. Your cock is in me so deep, everywhere, and I’m so close. Fuck me harder so I can come.”

He hadn’t even touched him yet. Brady’s hand left his hip to grip Ken’s erection. It was already dripping with pre-cum. Ken shuddered again at the touch and Brady’s fingers were coated. Holy shit. “Can you come like this, Ken? If I give you the hard fucking you’re begging for, will you come for me?”

“Need to come for you. Want you so bad. Make me…” Ken sounded lost in pleasure. Brady couldn’t resist him. Not now.

He dropped Ken’s braid and held onto his other shoulder, the wet fingers of his other hand firmly on Ken’s stomach. He took a deep breath that was more like a prayer before increasing his rhythm.
Faster.
He heard the slap of their flesh with each quick thrust and grit his teeth as lightning started to spark up his spine.

God, that’s it. You love it don’t you, you sexy bastard? Love having that tight hole fucked and filled so much you’re going to come before I do.

Ken cried out his approval when Brady started to sling his hips forward with more force. It felt so good he had to go deeper. Harder.

Harder.
Pin him to the floor and fuck him.
That was what Ken wanted. That was what Brady was desperate to give him.

The large room rang with their hoarse cries as he set a jarring, punishing rhythm. Ken’s tight ass stretched around him, trying to accommodate his girth, and seeing it made Brady wilder. Soon his hips were banging into Ken’s so hard and fast that the man beneath him started clawing at the wood floor for purchase. “Is that too hard, Ken? Too much? Are you going to try and stop me now?”
Don’t tell me to stop.

“Don’t stop, Finn,” he begged hoarsely. “That’s it. Like that. Oh, that big cock is fucking me
so hard
. It’s perfect.
Give me more
.”

Brady started to growl with each impact, hearing Ken begging for him. For more. It
was
perfect. Raw. He’d never let go like this before. Never taken what he really wanted without holding back. This was what he needed.
And Ken wanted more.

Ken’s hand reached for his where it had flattened on his stomach. “Coming.” His words were garbled with arousal. “I’m coming for you, Brady. Coming hard for you.”

Brady gripped Ken’s cock and felt each pulsing wave as he ejaculated onto the floor. “
Christ
, Ken, I—”

Knowing he was coming without help made Brady so hot that he fell over the edge. He pressed Ken’s shoulders down flat on the floor and filled him over and over again as he found his climax, shouting his name and falling into oblivion. “Ken.
God, Tanaka
. Ken… Oh, fuck!”

Lightning struck and he couldn’t hear anything but his own heart. Couldn’t feel anything but Ken’s tight ass milking his release as he rocked against him.

They both collapsed onto their sides, still connected as they rode the rough aftershocks together. Ken pushed back into him like a cat in need of stroking and Brady lifted one weak arm to caress his hip. He was glad he hadn’t hurt him. The man beside him was practically humming with pleasure and release, removing all his doubts.

Brady had come so hard his body was nearly boneless, but his mind was already reeling from shock.

What the
hell
just happened?

Great sex.

Not strong enough. He couldn’t find the right words to describe the heights he’d just reached, what he’d felt when Ken… Was that normal for him? He knew he touched himself when he was alone in the shower, but he hadn’t needed to with Brady. Could he do that with all his lovers? Brady didn’t want to ask, didn’t want to know if other men had gotten that reaction. This belonged to him.

In thirty-four years he’d had five relationships, including his first time in the back of the minivan his date had borrowed from his mother. He admitted to not being as experienced as…well, ninety-eight percent of his male relatives, but he enjoyed sex and loved orgasms as much as everyone else.

What had just happened with Ken was another level, another galaxy, from anything he knew. And as the knot formed in his stomach, he realized that most of his other reasons for putting Ken off had been bullshit. This was why he’d resisted. Somehow he’d known that having him would change things forever. Change
him
. That he would never want to give it up, and that nothing less would ever be enough.

Just sex, he’d told him. But it felt like more. It felt like everything.

He woke up shouting in horror. Pain. Shock. Men and women were running toward him on fire, the smell of charred flesh all around him.

“Brady, wake up. You’re dreaming. Just a dream.”

Ken was here, nearly on top of him, as if he’d been trying to hold Brady down.

A dream. Already fading. Just a memory
. Brady forced himself to stop struggling. “I’m awake. You can let me go.”

As soon as Ken released him Brady threw back the covers and got to his feet. He headed for the bathroom sink to splash cool water on his face and slow his racing heart.
Only a bad dream. You’re home. It’s over. Let it go.

He wished it were that easy. Wished he could fall back into Ken’s arms and go to sleep without seeing those images burned in his mind. But that wasn’t going to happen now.

They’d spent the entire day in the loft exploring each other. Again and again they’d given in to the need that only got stronger each time. Again and again Ken had proven to be the most creative and passionate lover Brady could have asked for. His body was incredibly responsive. As addicting as his mouth.

The sex had been so mind altering that he’d actually forgotten about his nighttime handicap and fallen asleep. He never thought about how his nightmares would affect someone sleeping in the same bed. Had he physically lashed out in his effort to escape? Had he hurt Ken?

He saw Ken’s reflection in the mirror, his hair loose and flowing down his back in a way that made Brady’s breath catch. “I’m really sorry I woke you. What time is it?”

“Three-thirty. And don’t worry about it. Are you okay?”

He used the hand towel to dry his face and forced a smile. “Just a bad dream. It happens. You should go back to bed. I’m going to grab something cool to drink.”

And go back across the hall so I don’t wake you when it happens again.

When he got to the kitchen he realized Ken was still behind him. “How often?”

“What?” He poured a glass of water, wanting to do anything but talk about this.

Ken pushed his hair back away from his face and watched him with knowing eyes. “How often does it happen? Once a month? Once a week?”

Every night since he’d come home, with the exception of the Great Rumming of 2015, when he didn’t dream at all. He supposed getting blackout-drunk had benefits, but he wouldn’t trade one problem for another. “Unless you have a swampy tea for bad dreams, it doesn’t really matter, does it? Anyway I’m told they’ll fade in time. Seriously, Tanaka, go back to bed.”

Ken sent him a speaking look. “Just because you broke my body with your big hard cock doesn’t mean you can boss me around. I’ll go to bed when I feel like it, preferably with one hand tangled in that sexy red chest hair and yours on my ass.”

Brady licked his lips, his cock stirring as he stared at Ken’s body. There were bruises on his hips and arms that made Brady frown, but Ken kept assuring him he wasn’t hurt. And he was vocal enough about his pleasure that there was no way Brady could doubt it. “If you’re staying awake too, I’m always up for another round of body breaking.”

Ken shook his head. “On the couch. Now.”

He went to sit down, sighing heavily. He didn’t like talking about it. Jeremy had caught him wandering around the house in the middle of the night that first week and Brady had tried to make light of it, but he could tell the man had been genuinely concerned. He’d tried to convince Brady to talk to someone about it, but in some ways he couldn’t avoid being his father’s son. Pride kept him from seeing a therapist. Pride kept him from telling his brothers. Pride told him he just needed to suck it up and wait it out. To be a man.

Pride was a chatty little son of a bitch.

“Look, I’m fine, Tanaka. I usually only sleep a few hours a night. The Marines don’t give you a lot of time to work on your napping skills.”

Ken sat down in his lap, his bare ass pressed against Brady’s thickening shaft while he stared him down. “I appreciate how bad you are at lying, but you don’t need to bother. Not with me.”

“I’m not lying when I tell you your ass is distracting me. But don’t move. I like it.”

Ken didn’t move. “I like it too, Finn. I like everything about this. Except the part where you woke up screaming. Have you talked to someone?”

“I’m talking to you right now,” Brady responded swiftly. “I’ve talked to Jeremy. I don’t really see the point in talking to a stranger about something only time can fix.”

“Stubborn. Is it the red hair? Or the Finn in you?”

“Unless you want some Finn in
you
, we should talk about something else.”

Ken’s smile was tinged with a sadness that tugged at Brady’s heart. “Okay then. I’ll share. I think it’s time I told you about the man we’re looking for. The reason I’ve put you through that Cal torture and not kicked his ass and called it a day. His name is Terry. Terry Wahl.”