Foster Siblings 3: Brokedown Hearts (28 page)

Ben grunted and pumped his hips in rhythm, and David moaned, welcoming the easy friction tenderizing his too recently used ass. Back and forth, up and down, Ben fucked David in slow, undulating waves. Ben braced his elbows above David’s shoulders, and with his stomach and chest pressed against David’s, each steady drive of his scorching staff into David’s channel made them both suck in small gasps of shared air.

Trapped in Ben’s unblinking gaze, David clung to the beautiful man. He pumped up his hips to meet each downward thrust, hungrily welcoming the discomfort mixed with the deeply throbbing pleasure pulsating all the way through his body.

Blood quickly flooded back to David’s shaft, creating a happy hum in his cock. So recently sated, though, David didn’t feel the usual frantic need to tug on himself and force a release. He ran his hands down the strong line of Ben’s back instead, over his ass, and up the sides of his body, savoring every inch of heated, sweaty skin.

When David rubbed across Ben’s chest, his fingertips grazed Ben’s nipples, and Ben jerked and his dick swelled within David’s channel. Emboldened, David scraped his fingertips across the quarter-sized disks of flesh again, and the tips instantly beaded into tight points.

Ben swore and jammed his dick harder into David’s ass. “Don’t. Not right now.” Crimson slashed Ben’s cheeks, and perspiration slicked his flesh. “I crave your touch, and any little bit slips my control.”

Speared by the sweetest, best pain, David pulled Ben down into a kiss and wound his hands around the man’s back. “I can’t stop touching you.” He pushed his digits into Ben’s skin, scraped down his spine to his hips and over his ass, loving the firm, hot flesh under his fingertips. “I dream about touching you all the time”—David’s voice hitched with the flood of love rushing from his soul—“and I don’t want to lose this chance in case it never comes again.”

“It’s not the end.” Ben growled the statement like a curse. “You can touch me until the day I die.” He tangled his fingers in David’s hair and pulled, and the sure slide of his cock caressed every inch of David’s passage with joyous precision and command. “I order you to.”

Bleeding his feelings all over the bed, David clung to Ben and eagerly lifted his hind end up into each merging of their bodies. “I love you.” He held to the heated life in Ben’s stare and clutched the tight globes of his ass. “God help me if my heart isn’t safe, but I do.”

Ben shuddered, and his pupils flared. “David… Christ, I’m gonna come.” Ben pulled out and tore off the condom, tossing it aside. “Come with me.” He parted his lips, but instead of speaking, he shouted hoarsely, yanked once on his heavily veined shaft, and spilled himself into the crack of David’s ass.

Before the first drop of semen hit David’s flesh, David’s nuts pulled up to his body, and he jerked hard too, responding viscerally to the pleasure twisting Ben’s features and the unbearable brightness in his eyes. Ben dumped load after load of seed into David’s crease, and David closed his hand around his own dick, shuddered, and spit a line of cum onto his belly. After having come so powerfully a short while ago, David didn’t have much ejaculate to give, but it didn’t matter; a bone-deep pleasure still rushed through his frame with equal power and, when he let go, flooded him with the welcome exhaustion of a full release.

With the last drop of seed given from Ben, he threw himself to the bed perpendicular to David and looked up at him with a wily grin. “Damn if that wasn’t impressive.” Shifting, he rested his head on David’s thigh and ran a fingertip along David’s spent shaft. “But just so you know, I could suck your cock and push you to come again.” He kissed David’s hip bone and added with a smile, “But I’ll give you a break.”

Instead of smiling back, with each word Ben had spoken so casually, David frowned, and his stomach started to knot into a tight ball.

David pulled a pillow against his chest, needing the shield, and Ben instantly sat up and narrowed his stare. “What?” He tickled the inside of David’s knee. “Don’t get shy with me now.”

David pulled his leg out of Ben’s reach and blurted, “Don’t be like that. Don’t be all easy and flirty about how many times and ways you can make me come in one night. I don’t like hearing about all the sex tricks you have up your sleeve that will make me come over and over again—at least not right now.” Nerves catapulted David’s heart rate into the stratosphere. He chewed his thumbnail past the nub, but even as his throat closed up—an ingrained reaction that signaled him to shut up—David pushed past the warning flags and forced himself to keep looking at Ben. “Right now, after what we just did, that kind of talk and play feels too much like you’re trying to con me, like I’m only one of a thousand guys who are all the same to you, like you’re trying to lull me into some easy aftermath of what just happened, when for me what just happened was pretty damned intense.”

Freezing now, despite the sweltering temperature in the room, David shrugged, trying to shake off how important these feelings were to him, although he could hear how stupid they sounded coming out of his mouth. “I guess right now I’m feeling too weak to simply believe those moves are part of the real you and are real when you do them with me. Instead they make me feel like a mark for a player who knows how to read a man and push all the right buttons to get into his head.”

“Hey, hey.” Ben moved up the bed to sit in front of David, caging David in with his legs. “Okay, first, you’re not weak. You’re just feeling vulnerable with me and about me right now. After everything that came out today about why I came to Coleman, I do get why. You’re not being unreasonable to feel the way you do.” Ben took David’s hands in his, kissed the back of each one, and smiled again in a real, lopsided way, one that this time tugged at David’s heart. “Even if I do wish I could shake you and make you trust me again, I know I can’t. And I should have realized this wasn’t the right moment to tease you. But second”—holding David’s gaze with the steadiness of his own, Ben tucked David’s hands against his stomach—“there will be times when I want to make you come more than once. But when that happens, while I may get you there with moves I know and have learned over the course of my previous sex life, that doesn’t mean I’m not getting a hell of a lot of pleasure—a different kind of pleasure—when I’m priming you to come more than you think you can.”

Still offering that soft, real smile, Ben held gently to David’s legs. “I get excited when I touch you, and I get even more turned on when I’m responsible for getting you wound up and hot enough to come. Even though I might have touched someone else in the same way in the past, that doesn’t mean the move feels the same when I do it with you. It doesn’t, because you’re different, and I’m different when I’m with you.” David parted his lips, but Ben reached in and put his finger to them, stopping him. “But I also understand why you don’t feel you can trust that right now, so I will pull back. For now.” This time, the wryness in Ben’s smile danced with truth in his eyes. “But I’m still gonna fuck you.” He leaned in, captured a light, sweet kiss, and murmured against David’s lips, “I can’t be around you and hold completely back, not when I know you want me just as much as I want you.”

David couldn’t help leaning into Ben’s kiss and nibbling back, or stop the spiral of pleasure the small contact evoked in his belly. Unfortunately, right along with that pleasant spiral, another rougher screw turned inside him too.

When Ben slipped his tongue past David’s lips, David reluctantly put two fingers between their mouths and broke the contact. Before Ben could growl—David at least knew him well enough to know he would—David touched Ben’s leg and said, “Right now I’ll settle for some answers.”

With a nod and only a little grumble, Ben eased back and rested his arms on his raised knees. “All right. Fine. What do you want to know?”

Of the thousand questions spiking like an EKG in David’s mind, he blurted the most basic one that had to be answered first. “What did Jonah say to you that made you agree to take me on as a job?”

He then held his breath, both dreading and needing to know Ben’s answer.

Chapter Twelve

David sat inches from Ben, visible fear etching lines into David’s forehead, and Ben wondered what in the hell David could possibly think his answer would be to make him so frightened. David’s question hung in the air, suffocating the room, so Ben responded bluntly, “Boredom, and as a distraction.”

David went from pinched to looking like a fish. “What?”

With a shrug, Ben grabbed the used condom and got to his feet. “You asked me what Jonah said that made me take this job. And you want honesty between us, right?” When David nodded, Ben replied, “The answer is nothing. Jonah didn’t say anything particularly compelling that pushed me into agreeing to tail you. I was bored and I needed the distraction, so I said yes.”

Without waiting for David’s response, Ben walked to the bathroom, tossed the condom in the wastebasket under the sink, and grabbed two washcloths. After wetting down both, he set one aside and then went about cleaning himself with the other. As he did, he studied himself in the mirror, searching for outward tells that would give away the hard pounding in his chest or the sick feeling growing in his belly. Ben knew the answer he’d given wouldn’t be enough. David would ask for more, for details, probably more personal ones before this night was over.

Ben knew David deserved openness and full truths. And while Ben didn’t have anything to hide, the thought of peeling back any of the armor he’d constructed around himself over the thirty-eight years of his life, the very idea of letting another person examine him up close, even someone he liked and was fucking, made Ben want to put on ten layers of clothes and then crawl under a king-size comforter to hide.

Man up
. Ben scowled at himself, tossed the dirty washcloth aside, and grabbed the clean one.
If you want David to trust you again, you’re gonna have to answer every single question he asks.

Ben strode back into the bedroom and found David still pushed against the headboard, with the pillow on his lap, only now with Elsa burrowing into the mussed bedding next to his leg. As Ben went for his clothes on the floor, he tossed David the clean, damp cloth and nodded when David murmured his thanks.

Quietly, David cleaned himself, doing so under the cover of the pillow. Ben pulled on his boxer briefs, watching David from the corner of his eye. When David wrapped the sheet around his middle before getting out of bed, blushing the whole way, Ben barely resisted the urge to tug the guy into his arms and kiss his shyness and modesty away.

Once David used the bathroom, he crawled back into bed, and Ben took a seat at the table.
Now or never, Evans. Dive on in.

Facing David, Ben stretched his legs, crossing them at the ankles, and said, “So shoot. Ask your questions. As long as they don’t infringe on the privileged information I had with Jonah as my client, I’ll do my best to answer them.”

“You said you accepted the job because you were bored,” David began, shocking the hell out of Ben with the direction of his most immediate interests. “But unless I’m reading you all wrong, you don’t strike me as the kind of man who ever gets bored.”

David’s insight made the hairs on the back of Ben’s neck stand on end. “For the most part, you’re right. When I’m working, I’m never bored. I was on a forced vacation. A long one.” Bitterness filled Ben’s mouth as he made that admission. “I don’t like vacations, so when I got the call about this job, I jumped at the chance to have something to do.”

David’s brow furrowed. “Why didn’t you go spend time with Mikael instead?”

“I can’t go too often,” Ben reminded him. “And I’d already gone two months ago. At the time I thought it was too soon to go again.”

“Right. You told me.” David’s face heated. “Sorry. I didn’t realize you’d gone so recently.”

“That’s all right. Going last week was a special circumstance. I was worried about him and didn’t feel I had any choice, but if the situation had been our normal one, I probably wouldn’t go again for another four or six months.”

“Understood.” Nodding, David narrowed his stare. He chewed on his lower lip for an extended moment and then nodded again. “Okay, so then why did your boss—I’m assuming you have a boss since a forced vacation doesn’t happen voluntarily—push you to take time off?”

“Other than a long weekend here or there, I haven’t taken my vacation time in years. They—my bosses, I have two of them, a husband and wife—wanted me to clear my head.”

“Why?” David frowned. “Did they think you were starting to lose perspective or something?”

Choosing his words carefully, Ben replied, “They want me to think about what I really want.” Martin and Adrienne’s offer danced on the fringe of Ben’s thoughts virtually every minute of the day, but he’d never spoken of it aloud to anybody.

“What is it?” David moved from the headboard, closer to Ben. “Is it something bad?”

David then leaned forward, so poised to hear whatever Ben chose to say, and for the first time someone’s genuine interest in Ben pushed words past the thickness filling his throat. “If, when my head is clear, I still love my job as much as I always did, Martin and Adrienne want me to run a branch of Skye Investigations out of Miami when they open it in a few years.”

Nude and as glorious as anything Ben had ever seen, David launched himself out of the bed and pulled Ben up into a tight hug. “That’s great.” He pressed the sweetest kiss to Ben’s cheek and then hugged him again. “Congratulations.”

Even as Ben basked in the outpouring of affection—he loved it when David got so interested in something that he forgot to be self-conscious and shy—a persistent, ominous weight kept Ben anchored to the floor.

“If I take it,” Ben murmured, sharing even more of himself than David had asked for.

Instantly David pushed Ben back into the chair and knelt on the threadbare carpet between his feet. “Why wouldn’t you?” Rich shades of turquoise intensified David’s already bright gaze. “Are you discovering you don’t like the work as much as you thought you did?”

Reflexively Ben withdrew. “No.” He once again didn’t feel like he had on nearly enough clothes. “I love my job. It’s not that.”