Foster Siblings 3: Brokedown Hearts (26 page)

Surging out of the chair on a gust of old, true love—just a different kind of love now—Ben grabbed Braden into a bear hug. “You caught me at a bad time,” he said against the guy’s neck. “Too many things playing in my head that I didn’t get a chance to speak today have been brewing too strong. It was all boiling pretty hot when you showed up.”

After clutching Ben with a hard grip too, Braden pulled back and took hold of his shoulders. “I hear you. And it’s all right. We’re fine.” His phone chimed then, and after taking a look at the message, he cursed and backed away toward his car. “Sorry. It’s work.” He paused with the driver’s-side door open and looked back at Ben. “I hate to leave you like this, though.”

Ben shook his head. “I’m fine now.” Keeping his chin stiff, he waved Braden off. “Later.”

With a wave back, Braden said, “Keep me informed,” and got in his car and drove away.

The second Ben found himself alone again, bullets began firing off inside him, puncturing holes in his confidence about his feelings for David. He wanted the guy more than just about anything—he didn’t have any doubts about that—but new little holes in his armor trickled narrow lines of blood riddled with deeper fears about his motivation for that desire. After all, he had come into meeting David with a textbook’s worth of knowledge about David’s history of obsession and stalking—the very antidote to Ben’s most secret desires to have a man love and need him on all levels, all the time. Had Ben subconsciously latched on to David’s neediness and channeled it toward himself, hoping to fill a bone-deep wish to be needed by someone completely, in every way?

“No.” A growl rumbled through Ben, and he cursed at an absent Braden for filling his head with psychobabble. “There’s no way.” Ben knew the desires inside him weren’t normal, and on the rare times they tried to emerge, he squashed them before they ever found the light of day.

Ben was not using David. He wasn’t.

A familiar battered old truck pulled to a stop across the lot just then—
it’s the kid’s who usually drops David off up the road
—and without conscious thought, Ben rose to his feet.

David climbed out of the passenger side, laughing while the sandy-haired driver leaned across the seat in David’s direction.

Ben started moving on instinct.
Nobody tries to steal what’s mine.

Before David closed the truck’s door, Ben circled the vehicle. “We have to talk.”

David stiffened immediately. “Not interested.”

Ben’s hackles rose on end, and he stepped into David’s space. “I have a right to speak my piece,” he stated, lowering his voice, “and I will.”

The kid leaned farther across the seating. “David?” He looked sideways at Ben and frowned before shifting his focus back to David. “Should I stay?”

Glancing at the kid, David offered him a soft smile. “No, Sam. You’re already running late.” He turned back to Ben, and his lips hardened into a frown. Locked on Ben, David added to Sam, “I’ll be fine. You can go.”

Sam studied Ben for a long, steely moment before retreating to his side of the truck. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Through the windshield, he narrowed his stare on Ben. “Bright and early.” With that, he slowly backed out of the parking lot.

Once Sam’s truck disappeared from sight, David pushed past Ben and marched to his door. “I was polite in front of my coworker—”

Ben snorted. “First, you weren’t that polite. And second, that kid thinks he’s a whole hell of a lot more than a colleague, I’ll tell you that right now.”

David snorted right back. “You would think that.” He got the lock undone and pushed open the door. As he stepped over the threshold, he grabbed the wood and glared back at Ben. “Just because you deceive and use other people as part of your job doesn’t mean everyone else is the same.” He swung the door in Ben’s face.

“Hey!” Ben slapped his hand against the wood before the door slammed shut. “I didn’t use you.” Frustration and a desire to be believed strained his voice. “I never used you.”

David snarled, “Sell it to someone else,” and pushed against the door again.

With one hard shove back—
he is not shutting me out now, damn it
—Ben barreled his way into the room, and David scrambled backward. “I’m not selling anything.” Ben jammed the door closed, slid the chain lock home, and stalked David across the room. “I’m telling you the truth. I never used you.”

David’s back hit the wall. He rode it as if the plaster could save him, but Ben caged him in, working purely off the ragged emotions that had festered in him all afternoon.

“I’m not using you, damn it.” Ben punched the wall, desperate to make his point, while David shook his head, disputing every word Ben spoke.

Ben battled against the truth screaming in his face: that he’d lost control of everything. Denying the doubt still slicing through him, Ben vowed again, “I’m not using you.” He looked into David’s blue, blue eyes and leaned in to press the most achingly tender kiss against his lips. “I’m not.” As the truth tightened his throat on the way out, his heart squeezed with unfathomable pain. Ben kissed David again, clinging to his lips. “I’m not.”

David turned his head down and away, and the break in contact stabbed all the way through Ben’s gut.

“I can’t trust you anymore.” A tear slid from the corner of David’s eye, and his voice cracked as it dropped to a whisper. “I don’t know what else to do.”

No
. Acute, blinding pain twisted Ben’s heart into knots.
No. No
. Having difficulty breathing, Ben drilled his forehead into the side of David’s head, pinning him to the wall. He then reached down, pushed his hand inside the man’s jeans, and stroked down the long line of David’s cock. David gasped; he released a thick tear of welcome into Ben’s palm, and Ben grasped hold tightly of that small sign of hope for him and David tonight.

“You have to keep faith in me.” Slipping into pure need, Ben confessed, “I can’t live with myself if you don’t.” He then ripped David’s head around and savaged his way into the man’s mouth with a rough kiss full of ownership, the only thing Ben knew how to do to make David feel his truth.

BEN KISSED DAVID with the brutality of a man seeking vengeance. The violent mastery in the claiming sent shock waves of pleasure into every corner of David’s being, awakening him, and yanked him in from the cold. David should want to shove Ben away and kick him out of his life forever. Ben’s betrayal had cut David in a place so deep inside him he hadn’t known of its existence until today. Not even when Christian had broken up with him had David hurt in such an awful way. Yet here he was with Ben again—he could have screamed if he’d truly wanted Ben out of his room—and with one plea of a second chance from Ben, David had begun to weaken. Then when Ben’s voice, usually so steady and sure, had scratched so terribly, and he’d touched and kissed David like he meant it and had every right to, David had melted and responded as if Ben hadn’t done anything wrong.

What is wrong with me?
Was David so desperate to have some man, any man, show him affection and attention he was willing to forgive and forget Ben’s lies, as well as toss aside his own debilitating hurt over such an egregious abuse of trust?

Right then Ben rubbed David’s cock and teased the head, using the perfect mix of tender and forceful. He bit David’s upper lip but then licked and kissed the stung area. And like a wanton with no self-respect, David whimpered and ground himself against Ben, begging for more of his masterful touch.

Ben growled in instant response and tugged harder on David’s prick. With one more crush of their lips, Ben stepped a small measure away. His chest moved as if he were in the middle of a sprint, and as he openly looked David over from top to bottom, he moaned.

Tearing off his shirt, Ben ordered, “Take off your clothes and then turn around and hold on to the wall for dear life.” He then went straight for his belt and zipper and pushed his jeans down in front, only far enough to free his cock. His stare already glazed with open lust, Ben dragged his hand up his thickening length and teased a fingertip in a circle under the foreskin. “There are so many things I want to do to you, so many ways I want to make you come. You and I”—as Ben massaged his low-hanging balls, he leaned in to David and nipped another fast kiss—“we’ve barely begun.”

Taking in the heat in Ben’s eyes, as well as his bronzed, stark beauty, David leaked more early ejaculate, and his cock pushed hard against his jeans. Still, everything that had happened today lived close to the surface, too close for comfort. David bristled, and his hackles rose on end, although truthfully he wasn’t sure if he was madder at himself or Ben.

“This won’t change anything,” David informed Ben, even as he yanked his dirty T-shirt over his head, threw it aside, and then went for the buttons on his jeans. “I won’t forget what you’ve done.”

Ben’s stare darkened to something dangerous, and he bared his teeth like a wolf just before it attacked its prey. For a split second David wondered if Ben would punch him in place of the wall, but instead Ben uttered, “Then you shouldn’t be afraid you’ll compromise yourself if you let me do what we both want.”

Then, before David could sputter another argument, Ben spun him around and pushed him against the wall. In another fast move, Ben folded to the floor behind David and dragged down his jeans and underwear enough to uncover David’s ass. Cold air from the sporadically working air conditioner caressed David’s buttocks, drawing fast goose bumps, but he could feel Ben’s choppy breath mingled in too, and the warmth made him shiver.
Oh God. Yes.

Acting in a way he never had before, but that came as naturally as breathing, David planted his forehead and hands harder against the cool plaster of the wall, arched his back the slightest bit, and offered Ben his ass.

Ben groaned, “There you go, honey. Give me everything,” and spanked David,
smack, smack
, on each cheek. David gasped and jerked, and as warmth rushed to his rear, Ben delivered four more sharp, precise hits—one,
oh
; two,
God
; three,
yes
; four,
please
—and amped up the warm glow toasting David’s skin to a stinging heat.

A hot line full of pleasure rushed between David’s thighs, through his balls, and straight into his cock. David moaned, sinking into the pleasurable discipline delivered by Ben’s big hands, while Ben pressed a kiss to the center point of each cheek and then smacked David’s ass with his rough hands again, and then another, and yet once more, beautifully tanning David’s hide.
Smack, smack, smack
. David burned inside, but he’d grown to love Ben’s hands on him, in any way the man wanted to lay them. More than that, with each focused hit Ben landed on David’s ass, David’s cock grew painfully rigid. The tip of his dick pushed toward his belly, and his balls pulled with incredibly delicious pain in his sac. With David’s ass cheeks surely glowing brighter than two ripe tomatoes, he cried shamelessly for more and began tugging on his blood-filled shaft.

Suddenly, Ben stopped smacking David. And then, just as fast as he’d begun spanking David, he smashed his face against David’s buttocks, started rubbing his cheeks, forehead, chin, and even his hair all over the offended flesh and sent the sensitized nerve endings under David’s inflamed skin insane with a different, softer touch.
Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh please, yes.

The tender, grazing contact almost tickled, and David bit his lip and wiggled his ass against Ben’s face to ease the itch. Ben gently bit David in response and then switched to licking the hills of David’s ass, lovingly attending to the burning, stinging skin he’d abused. Back and forth, up, down, and across, Ben licked every inch of flesh he’d hit as if soothing a pain that was his own. Ben’s caring and attention, both in his discipline and the aftermath, spread a deeper level of warmth through David’s skin and into his body, one that sank all the way into his gut and tagged his core.

“Ben…” Unable to hold still, David almost bounced where he stood and pulled dangerously hard on his prick. “It’s too much.”

Ben whispered, “Not between us,” against the cleft of David’s ass and used the heels of his hands to spread David’s ass cheeks apart. “It’ll never be enough.” Ben then licked a line straight down David’s crease and latched on to his pucker.

The moment Ben sucked on David’s hole, David shot up to his tiptoes in his sneakers and shouted something raw from low in his belly. David’s sexual hang-ups while with Christian had been so plentiful and run so deep he hadn’t allowed Christian to perform any ass play on him; he’d only gleaned the pleasure to be had in such an act by monitoring Christian’s responses when rimming him. But right now—
oh God, help me
; David locked his legs so he didn’t pass out as Ben nibbled at his bud—what Ben did to David didn’t exist in the same realm of what David understood of rimming.

Ben held David’s buttocks parted wide open, and in between sucking on David’s hole, he teased the muscle with pressure from what had to be his thumbs. The occasional push against David’s entrance with those rough digits sent flutters of awareness through David’s anal walls, exciting his passage for what would soon come. Before David could get used to the sensation, Ben switched to licking and darting his tongue against David’s entrance, then mumbled something unintelligible against the sensitized area, and the vibrations awakened David’s senses even more.

With each lick or flick Ben put on David’s flesh, David wound tighter and tighter inside and pushed back without care against Ben’s face. “Please.” For what exactly David begged, he didn’t know. Just more of everything from Ben, whatever the man would give him. David clawed the motel room wall, searching for anything that would keep him sane and tied to this earth. “Fuck me. Do whatever you want to make me come.”

Without a word, Ben spit on David, and warm liquid ran down David’s crease and over his hole. Ben did it one more time, and as spittle drizzled down David’s split and between his thighs, Ben rose from the floor and circled his arm around David’s waist. Holding David from behind, Ben pushed one long finger—it wasn’t fat enough to be his cock—all the way into David’s ass, and David moaned as his channel tightened around the invader.