Dear Rose 3: Winter's Risk (8 page)

“Not a problem.” Zach finished his shirt and tossed it off to the side. He didn’t even notice where it landed. All his focus was on Quinn. Sooner they got this straight, the better. “Just a lesson.”

“A lesson?” Quinn’s gaze wandered down Zach’s bare chest. He froze on the point where the hair went under Zach’s jeans before his gaze shifted back to Zach’s face. He arched a brow.

“That I
always
win. I always get what I want.” Zach moved forward with all the speed his tired body could muster. “Every time. And I will top you.” It would be a test. He had a feeling Quinn would demand Zach earn the hard-won privilege. Which he would do.

Now it was his turn to circle Quinn. He walked a wide arc around him, like a predator circling the prey. Unlike Zach, Quinn didn’t move with him. He let Zach be at his back. That was his second mistake. The first was telling Zach he’d been a top, which naturally issued the challenge. “I bet you do.” Quinn sent an invitation with his expression as he glanced behind himself at Zach. “Maybe not with me.”

“Really?” Zach moved in against Quinn’s body, pressing his front to Quinn’s back. He nipped his earlobe and then the side of his neck. “Always. I bet even with you, I’ll get my way.”

He felt Quinn’s shudder before he rubbed his heavy erection against Quinn’s back. Back and forth. He held Quinn tightly, showing his strength, both of body and of want. Quinn had to know who he was dealing with.

It wasn’t nearly enough, probably for either of them. Quinn wasn’t naked, and Zach still wore his jeans. Zach ached, he was so hard. He wanted to plunge his cock into Quinn and take him harder than he’d ever been taken before.

He moved his arms around Quinn’s side until he reached the bottom of his shirt. Snagged the shirt from its position under Quinn’s jeans. Moving back, he tugged the shirt from Quinn’s body, exposing all the golden skin.

Even looking over his shoulder, he could see the excellence that was Quinn. The muscular pecs. The golden smattering of hair that coated Quinn’s flat stomach and trim hips. He was a few shades lighter than Zach’s tanned skin, and the contrast was thrilling.

Gorgeous.

Josie would be lighter than him but darker than Quinn. She would fit between them in so many ways.

He could see the bulge under Quinn’s pants where his erect cock pressed up against the confines. Soon it would be free. Soon both their cocks would be free. And Quinn would do a different type of dance.

Zach hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet, and he wanted Quinn badly. The stuff he hadn’t gotten to see yet even when Quinn danced. They couldn’t get completely naked at Temples. There were laws that governed how much they could take off. Break those rules, and Temples could lose its liquor license, the kiss of death for a bar in this town.

Just how big was Quinn? He couldn’t wait to find out.

He brushed his hands over Quinn’s chest, just lightly touching all over. He found one nipple and teased it out from being flat. Pinched him hard. Quinn jerked before settling down. A squeeze on the other side earned a moan.

“I always get what I want. I’m persuasive.” He tweaked both Quinn’s nipples at the same time.

“I see that.” Quinn’s voice was a breathy whisper.

“So you wearing a thong tonight?” He muttered the words against Quinn’s ear. That was what he wore at Rose’s revue.

“Why don’t you find out?” Still breathy. Still hushed. But there was a firmness to those words. An issued challenge.

“I intend to.” He’d find out a lot of things before this night was over. What Quinn was wearing under his jeans was the first thing. “I’m going to top you. I’m going to jerk you off. I’m going to fuck you.”

“You talk a lot, Army Man. But I’m not seeing a lot of action.” Quinn leaned back against Zach’s body.

Dammit but the man was mouthy. He lowered his hands down Quinn’s front to his jeans. Shifted his body so he was leaning over more and could reach. He undid the snap to Quinn’s jeans and unzipped them.

Hair and skin revealed themselves with each centimeter the tab went down. An unforeseen event.

“Commando.”

“Yep.” Quinn’s voice didn’t sound as strangled as it had been. “Yep, I go that way much of the time.”

Zach had to close his eyes against the humming in his head. All those times Quinn wasn’t dancing, he wore nothing under his pants.

Zach should have pushed him. Should have found long before now what Quinn wore under those jeans. Maybe he should thank Rose. If she hadn’t told him Quinn was bisexual, he might have walked out when he found Josie and Quinn together. Would have figured he’d gotten what he deserved and so had Josie. A man who could love and want only her, as opposed to Zach, who always seemed to want more.

He moved away from Quinn. “Take those off.” He wanted to see the full unveiling of Quinn’s thick cock. Wanted to see the clothes slide from his body, not at an angle but dead center.

Quinn laughed and moved away. He placed his hands on his hips and slid them down alongside the part Zach wanted to see. “Take these old things off? Is that what you’re asking me?” He sounded teasing with lilted speech.

“Yes.” What hoops would he make Zach go through to get him naked? Zach didn’t think they’d be fun.

Quinn’s gaze met Zach’s. Full-on. Not evasive. No guilt. Nothing but desire. “Okay.” He began to shimmy, moving back and forth. And with each shake of his hips, he slid his pants farther down his legs.

No rigmarole. Simple stripping. With a move he’d seen Quinn do before in Rose’s show.

Quinn used his hands to drop his pants to the floor, thrusting his hips forward as they pooled around his ankles. He looked down. “This goes better with stripping pants. Tight jeans don’t cut it.”

Only they did. He was sexy as anything Zach had ever seen. His cock was long and thick. Reddened. It rose up against Quinn’s stomach. A thin layer of fair-colored hair was smattered along the base of his cock. Zach’s cock pushed along the top to his pants, seeming to want to be free.

Quinn shucked his feet from the confines of the pants and finally slid them fully off. He stood naked before Zach.

Zach couldn’t pull his gaze away from Quinn’s cock. Didn’t want to. He wanted to lap his tongue around it. And he would.

He turned his gaze to the windows around them. The shades and curtains were drawn. Good, because he didn’t want to give the neighbors a show. Especially in Quinn’s neighborhood.

Quinn clucked his tongue. “Okay, Army Man. It’s your turn to take off your pants.”

Zach had been intending to do that, but he stopped. He stared down Quinn. “Why don’t you come over here and help me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Quinn was at his side in two seconds. He scooted closer to him and tugged on the upper portion of Zach’s jeans.

Zach lowered his hands over Quinn’s. He settled his fingers across him and plastered his mouth to Quinn’s. Each kiss was a delve in and gave as much as he took from Quinn. He finally broke his mouth from Quinn’s. “Finish.”

Quinn took a second as if collecting his thoughts and then lowered his hands again. He slipped the material over Zach’s thighs and to his feet. Zach lifted each foot, and Quinn slid the jeans from Zach.

Zach stood exposed in front of a naked man. He waited for the usual guilt to start, but it didn’t. Maybe he was finally growing to accept who he was. Girls were simpler, because that was expected. When he’d gotten his first erection over a boy, he’d been stunned and surprised. He’d not expected to like both sexes. He hadn’t wanted to. Had fought it for years, even up until now. But he couldn’t change who he was.

Quinn whistled in appreciation as he circled Zach again. His gaze seemed particularly drawn by Zach’s cock. “Nice piece.”

Zach shook his head. “Just me.”

“Yep, yep, it is.” He came up against Zach in an embrace that pressed their bodies together.

Zach hissed at the feel of the man’s body touching him. Too good. Their cocks brushed against each other. Not to mention the words. Quinn liked him back. It was an amazing thing.

Imagine Josie between us.

He squashed those thoughts that might be his answer. Tonight was about him and Quinn, and this might never go any further. He wouldn’t think about a future. Only tonight. And he needed to focus on Quinn. Not have thoughts of Josie. Because if he couldn’t keep those out, they had no chance.

Zach slipped from Quinn’s arms and located the lube. He undid the cap and poured a handful in his palm. “Like cherry, do we?” It was flavored. “And warming? Really?”

Quinn’s grin was fierce. “If you haven’t had the warming kind, you haven’t lived.” He rubbed a hand down his chest. “Course, if you haven’t had me, you haven’t lived either.”

“That’s about to change.” Zach peeked at his dripping hands. “On both fronts.” Part of him still expected Quinn to call this off. To put a halt to what was going on between them.

“Yep.” Quinn went to the couch and stretched out on it. He elongated his body as much as possible. “Yep, all yours.”

“Should we put down towels or something?” Zach indicated the wetness in his hands.

“While I appreciate the sentiment, this is a removable slipcover. I have another one like it. Doesn’t matter what gets on it. I can wash it.” He beckoned with one finger and arched a brow. “No cold feet now.”

Zach didn’t have cold anything. All of him was burning up. He took a step toward the couch, then retrieved the bottle of lube and the condoms and put them closer.

After placing one finger at the top of Quinn’s chest, Zach started running that finger down, winding a curvy path.

Quinn sucked in his stomach when Zach reached that portion of him. He shifted his hips too, as if shoving his cock toward the hand that was so near.

Zach slowly moved his finger back up Quinn’s torso. He left an oily path of lube as he slowly wound up and down the man’s chest, coming almost to touch Quinn’s cock but then moving away before actual contact.

After the fifth close encounter, Quinn let out a long groan. “You’re killing me, Army Man.”

“Am I?” Zach didn’t let out the smile that was brimming. He couldn’t. He ached to stretch his fingers around Quinn’s cock. To clasp him.

Anticipation.

Which Quinn promptly ruined by ducking his hand down and grasping Zach’s. Before Zach could resist, he took Zach’s hand and put it on Quinn’s cock. “Since you seem to have problems finding your way.” He lifted his hips, pressing himself against Zach’s hand.

Zach straightened his body. He couldn’t resist touching him now that the act was done. Had wanted to tease Quinn some more but needed that hand there almost more than breathing. He cupped Quinn, squeezing a little and keeping his fingers around him.

Lifting up, he found the lube and poured a generous amount on Quinn’s cock and, using his hand, slowly coated Quinn in more of the thick liquid.

Quinn was now oily. He slipped through Zach’s hands with ease.

Zach had always marveled at the way a man’s cock felt. He cupped his hands around him some more, stroking the soft skin. Pressing into the swollen tip. He explored Quinn’s every nuance.

Then he dipped his hands down and around and found Quinn’s balls. They were slightly hairy and cool to the touch. He squeezed them, playing in their lube-coated state.

Quinn let out a sound akin to a groan and shifted up. Such power over the man. Stroke his balls and get an instant reaction.

He left one hand to cup Quinn’s balls and moved the other hand up to grasp Quinn’s cock.

He manipulated Quinn’s base, then quickly brought his grip up to the tip. Again and again, he brushed from bottom to top, until Quinn’s hips lifted from the couch as if he could keep Zach’s grasp where he wanted.

Quinn half moaned. His body was coated in sweat.

Not a prettier sight had ever been seen than Quinn naked, his cock and balls coated in lube. His fierce erection poked out from his body like a divining rod. His breathing and body reactions said he was close to climax.

Not yet.

Zach released Quinn’s cock and balls.

Quinn let out an exasperated sound. “What did you do that for? I was so close, you bastard.”

It wasn’t time for him to come yet. “So you don’t want what I was going to do next?”

“And that would be?”

“My mouth.” He stuck his tongue out to demonstrate before opening his mouth wide. He wriggled his tongue around. “On you.”

Quinn’s breathing hitched. “Carry on, then. Don’t let me interrupt.” He closed his eyes and muttered something that sound like a curse. “You seem to have a plan.”

There was so much Zach wanted to do. So yes, he had a plot. And Quinn was acquiescing. He hadn’t thought it would be this easy, but the power of suggestion and lust often displaced reluctance. “Somehow I thought you’d say that.”

“Uh-hmm.”

He lowered himself down on the couch until his mouth was positioned right at Quinn’s heavy cock. Such a pretty picture. He lightly ran one finger along the edges of Quinn’s member.

Quinn jerked, and his cock moved up too.

The way a man’s body worked was divine. Lovely. Just like a woman’s body. How could Zach ever choose one sex when he liked so much about them both? He loved to slip his tongue around an erect cock.

Like he was about to do now.

He opened his mouth and brushed his tongue around the tip of Quinn’s cock. He swirled it around and around, taking Quinn deeper with each rotation of his tongue.

Quinn’s body shuddered as if in the middle of an earthquake.

Zach didn’t stop. He continued to take Quinn deeply into his mouth, keeping his tongue in constant motion. Such a wonderful taste. The flavored lube. The man. It was a combination Zach would long remember. Especially as his mouth flamed up from the warming lube.

He shifted forward and tightened his mouth on Quinn’s cock like he was a lollipop. The suction he created was tight, but he kept his teeth away from Quinn’s sensitive skin as much as he could.

Quinn’s hips shifted, and before Zach realized it, his mouth was full of Quinn’s come.

Zach grabbed Quinn’s hips and held them until the last thrust of them pushed Quinn forward and his body finished arching up.