Blue Moon: Too Good to Be True (19 page)

Angel’s tongue came out and licked a path down the length of Max’s hard chest. He dipped into his belly button, eliciting a passionate moan from him.

Max took Angel’s braid and wrapped it around his weeping cock three times. His back bowed off the mattress at the first stroke.

“Oh my fucking God!” Max rapidly stroked the silky braid up and down his pulsing shaft. He thrust his hips in synch with each stroke, as he pumped his dick into the softly braided cocoon. He rose up to look at the erotic scene, and knew he wasn’t going to last long. It’d been at least three weeks since he’d come, and this act was so wicked nasty that it was catapulting him over the edge fast.

“Dammit, you sexy motherfucker! Fuck yeah… take what you need Max.” Max used him, used that long, beautiful hair to get off…and boy was it getting him off. Max’s was in sheer ecstasy.

“Augh! Fuck, Angel…I’m coming…I’m coming!” Every muscle in his stomach was clenched tight, as Max shouted his release. His hot come shot out of him like a geyser. Over and over, ropes of pearly white come coated Angel’s thick braid. Max groaned deep in his throat. His chest rose and fell rapidly with each labored breath. With both hands now gripping his braided-textured cock, he leisurely pulled up and down as he spastically drew out the last bits of his orgasm. “Fuck, babe.”

Max looked back into Angel’s shaded eyes and saw the rabid lust that lingered there. It’d been a long three weeks for both of them. He was in a state of raw lust and desire, unable to control his actions.

Angel climbed up Max’s hard body and sat on his chest. He grabbed a handful of Max’s hair and made him tilt his head back. Angel only had to pump his aching cock a couple times before his come shot out of his shaft,

hitting Max’s chin, and neck. “Fuckin’, shit!” Angel growled and bared his teeth as he used his sensitive cock head to smear around the come that dripped down Max’s chin, marking him in the most primal way. Max soothingly rubbed Angel’s strong arms, coaxing him to release the brutal grip on Max’s head. Max felt owned.

“Damn, Angel…that was so good. Shit. Can’t believe you let me do that.

I’ve fantasized about it since I first saw you.” He smiled at Angel.

“That was fucking hot. Only you could do something like that to me, love.” Angel looked at his come-streaked braid.

“Fucking right, I’m the only one.” Max grinned.

“Now come on, you’re going to wash your jizz out of my hair…and I’m telling Ryker that his baby brother is a kinky freak with a hair fetish, that’s why we’re late.” Max let Angel pull him up. He turned him to the bathroom and slapped him on the ass. Max helped Angel get cleaned up. They both dressed in casual clothes and headed to Angel’s club. Max finally felt better than he had in weeks.

Chapter Seventeen

Ryker tucked his cell phone back in his left breast pocket of his Gucci suit and jogged to meet his brother halfway when Max walked through Blue Moon’s double doors. “How you feeling, Grunt? Angel taking good care of you?” Ryker winked at his brother. “You certainly look well rested.”

“I’m good, dude, just fucking restless sitting around not doing shit. I’m ready to go back to work.” Max grabbed him around his neck and pulled him in close. He squeezed Max’s narrow waist and let his head rest in the crook of his brother’s neck. They held each other for a couple of minutes before pulling back. Ryker put both hands on his brother’s cheeks and pulled him in until their foreheads were resting together.

“Don’t you ever fucking scare me like that again, or I will fucking kill you myself.” Ryker’s eyes were shut tight. Tears that’d spilled freely the past weeks began to build again. He blinked them back when he felt Max’s firm grip on his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Ryke. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I know, Grunt. I thought I was gonna have to kick your doctor in his nuts though. No one fucking tells me I can’t see you.” Ryker sighed heavily.

“I had to let you know I was there, man.”

“I knew you were there, Ryke. Trust me…I knew the whole time.” Max plopped down heavily in the plush blue chair at their made-up table. “I’m just glad Bass stopped your ass from getting arrested for assault.” Max smiled at him. Ryker let out an indignant snort regarding the cocky Dom.

“Whatever.” Ryker left it at that and removed his suit coat to drape it over the back of his chair.

“So where is the big guy?” Max asked Angel who stood at the bar, reading over papers.

“Actually, he’s on a flight from Tampa, headed back here as we speak.

He was interviewing a couple of ex Marines as security for the new club.”

Angel fully turned his attention toward their table and honed in on Ryker.

“He just finished his last interview about three hours ago and was hauling ass to the airport. Said he had to get his ass back right away.”

Ryker tried not to show his excitement at Angel’s words. He knew exactly why the Dom was rushing back.

Max didn’t inquire any further about Bass’s affairs, much to Ryker’s relief. He couldn’t think about the sexy man without his dick pressing against his slacks.

“So, what do you have planned for the weekend, Ryke?”

“Umm…oh…this weekend…not much planned…why?” Ryker stuttered, not quite knowing how to respond. He’d hoped that no one knew about the Dom coming to his home tonight and staying for the weekend. He figured Angel probably did, because Bass would have to explain why he wouldn’t be working at the club all weekend. He cut his eyes to Angel still posed at the bar. Angel’s back was to him, but he could still see the smirk on the man’s lips.

Bastard.

“Babe, you gonna eat with us?” Max asked Angel. “Everything looks so good.”

Angel walked over to their table with the clipboard still in his hand. “You guys enjoy. I’m gonna get some things wrapped up in my office before we have to leave.” Ryker watched Angel bend down and place a soft kiss on the top of his baby brother’s head before turning to head toward the stairs. It made his heart smile knowing that Angel truly did love Max.

“All righty then.” Max grinned, clasped his large hands together and rubbed them anxiously as he surveyed the wide spread of cold cuts and condiments for their hoagies. “I’m starved.”

“You guys got plans?” Ryker asked his brother as he smeared a thin layer of mayonnaise on half of his Italian sub roll.

“Well, I’m going to Washington, D.C. to meet Angel’s father and uncles on Saturday. His dad saw the news and all the articles about me rescuing that little girl and asked Angel to bring me down to meet him. I feel like this is some kind of inspection.”

“Well no shit. You were going to have to meet the parents sometime, right?” Ryker said around a mouth full of sandwich. “Damn, this is good.”

“It’s only one parent and about five makeshift uncles,” Max corrected, chewing heartily.

“Fine, whatever.” Ryker used a white cloth napkin to wipe the crumbs from the corners of his mouth. “He’s bound to give you the whole ‘what are your intentions with my son’ speech, but just be yourself and tell him the truth. There’s no way he can’t see how happy Angel’s been since he met you.” Ryker took another large bite after asking, “So what does his dad do again?”

“He does some type of combat-training consultations for the government. Angel says he was a real badass when he was enlisted. He has all these awards and medals and shit.” Max stopped talking and looked to make sure no one was around before speaking again.

“It’s real fucking intimidating, Ryke. Not only can he kill you in like a hundred different ways, but get this…he’s fucking gay too.”

Ryker paused and looked up from his sandwich at Max’s last statement.

“No shit…his dad is gay too,” Ryker replied, shocked.

“Yep, he just told me that shit last night. Annnnddd,” Max drawled out the word for emphasis. “He’s got like five designated uncles that are all Special Forces too. He showed me a picture of his Dad and all of them at a UFC fighting match a couple of months ago, and no bullshit Ryke, Angel looks just like his Dad. His Dad’s hair is not quite as long as Angel’s, but it’s long. For real, no bullshit, he doesn’t look like your average fucking dad. He has this whole Steven Segal thing going on.”

Ryker burst out laughing at his brother. “That’s fucking hilarious, Max!”

Ryker put up both hands, warding off his brother’s harsh glare and added, “Just don’t accidently get in bed with the dad thinking it’s Angel and everything will be fine.” He loved that he was still able to make his little Grunt pout.

“Fuck you. It just caught me off guard when I saw the picture, you know.

Angel said that’s why he learned all his martial arts. Being gay and out in the Special Forces didn’t go over so well for his dad in the beginning. So he had to kick ass left and right to prove himself.”

“Damn…actually…that’s fucking awesome. I wouldn’t mind meeting him myself.”

“The man and his crew saved countless lives, Ryke. I’m wiggin, man.”

Max’s head snapped up and the blue in his eyes gleamed with an idea. “Hey.

You want me to ask Angel if you can come too? That would really make me feel so much better if you were there, Ryke.” Max all but got down on his knees to beg his big brother.

Sorry little bro, but I got plans with a gorgeous Master Dom. And, Jesus himself
couldn’t persuade me to change ’em.

“No, Grunt. I’m not going with you. You got this, bro.” He put a reassuring hand on Max’s shoulder. “It’s time you showed your man and his dad that you’re a badass too. Did you forget that you’re a fucking national hero? You pulled a child from a burning building and almost died yourself.”

Ryker pointed directly at his brother’s heart. “He’s going to be honored to meet you.”

Ryker could see that his talking was calming his brother’s nerves. “Angel wouldn’t take you to meet his dad if he didn’t think you were worth it and more.” Ryker winked at his brother, knowing it was time for him to get out from under his protection. It was no longer needed. He casually went back to eating his sandwich. Max looked a lot more comfortable as they settled into some casual conversation and ate their lunch. Ryker conveniently evaded his plans for this weekend. He’d tell his brother when it was time.

“You can tell me how great it went when you guys get back…okay?”

“Cool, Ryke…thanks, bro. Love you, man.” Max leaned over and let Ryker kiss him on his cheek.

“Anytime, Grunt.”

Chapter Eighteen

Ryker made all the preparations for his overnight guest. His beachfront home was immaculate. His bar was fully stocked, and he had enough food to last them the entire month just in case things went really well.
Dare I dream.

There was fresh linen on his California king-size bed and the guest room was spotless, although it probably wouldn’t be used, but he didn’t want to be too presumptuous.

He’d cleaned, scrubbed, and shaved every inch of his body. It was almost five o’clock, the time Bass said he would be there. He was more nervous than a sinner in church, but hornier than a hooker on Sunday.
One shot of Glenlivet
should do it
. Ryker had just finished his second shot when he heard a light knock on the door. He said a silent prayer on his way to the door.
Please let
him be the one.
Ryker opened the door and was stunned into complete shock at the stunning man that had promised to master his body.

Bass wore tight black leather pants and black motorcycle boots. The thin black cashmere V-neck sweater deliciously hugged his tight pecs. He had one arm propped against the doorframe and the other held his overnight bag, making his large biceps flex beautifully.

“Are you gonna invite me in, boy?” Bass asked casually while smirking at Ryker’s stare. His deep voice rolled around in Ryker’s chest and headed south to his cock that now twitched inside his jeans, which Bass noticed. “Nice,”

Bass growled. “I love the way your body responds to its Master.”

Ryker opened his mouth to object to Bass’s last statement but was cut off when one beefy finger was placed over his lips.

“I know you don’t think I’m your Master…yet, but I most certainly will be so I’m going to refer to myself as such…understood?” The Dom’s exotic hazel eyes were riveted to Ryker’s full mouth. Ryker didn’t move or speak because the finger over his lips began to press against the seam of his mouth.

Ryker let the digit slip past his lips into his warm mouth as he lightly swept his tongue over the pad of that thick finger.
Fuck, his finger’s are so thick, gonna
feel so fucking good stretching me.
Bass’s finger tasted like leather. Ryker’s cheeks hollowed reflexively and he sucked the finger in a little deeper.

Ryker wasn’t sure how the Dom looked at him because his own eyes were clouded with lust and his lids had closed halfway. Ryker released an unmanly whimper when Bass pulled the digit out of his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s good…such a sweet boy…would you like me to reward you for being so sweet?” He stood so close to Ryker that he could feel the rise of fall of his chest. Bass smelled like leather mixed with Gray Flannel cologne.

Tough and sweet. It made Ryker drunk and high all at the same time. His Dom was the best kind of drug.
My Dom, hmm, sounds so good.

“Yes sir, please reward me.” Ryker all but whined. His dick was hard and leaking already.
Fuck
.

Bass dropped his bag on the black marble tile in the foyer and wrapped one arm around Ryker’s narrow waist, pulling him tight against his rock-hard body. The other hand rose slowly up Ryker’s taut chest and wrapped around the back of his neck. Bass held his neck in a tight but comforting grip, the same hold he’d used at the hospital to calm him. He rubbed his stubbled chin Ryker’s smooth cheek. Ryker’s body instantly heated from the contact.

Bass turned his mouth toward his cheek and ran the flat of his tongue across it and landed on Ryker’s full lips. Ryker felt like his dick was going to explode with release.
Oh my God. What the fuck is he doing to me?
Bass’s tongue was soft like silk, the warm moist heat making Ryker want to hump the strong thigh that pressed delectably against his groin, but he knew better than to do that without permission. Bass didn’t kiss him, just licked his mouth a couple of times and pulled back. Ryker didn’t like the loss of contact and was sure his face showed it.