GladYouCame (5 page)

Pain.

Oh yes, god, could Tony deliver pain as exquisitely as he
could pleasure.

He sucked harder, massaging her other breast before moving
down to trace her lower back, the gentle swell of her hip. He dragged the
movements out, taking his time before curving around to pop the top button of
her khakis. Her loosened pants fell to the floor. He slid his fingers under her
lace underwear to flick against her clit.

“Your turn.”

He guided her into his gaming chair as he knelt before her.
He hooked her knees over his shoulders, covering her pussy with his mouth
before she could even take her next breath. He flicked the taut nub of her
clit, rubbing the hard ridge of his teeth against the bundle of nerves before
soothing it away with the flat of his tongue. He adjusted her so the chair was
cocked back at an angle as he continued to suck on her with just as much
enthusiasm.

“You taste so goddamn good. Your scent is almost maddening,
a
thaisce
.” The husky quality of his voice as he used his pet name for her in
Gaelic—my treasure—clenched her core. He traced the lips of her wet heat. “So
perfect I nearly can’t stand it. Sex wrapped in silk. Jesus, how did one man
get so lucky?”

Lust tore through her as his words washed over her heated
skin. Pain and passion merging to become one. He thrust his tongue into her,
tossing her over the edge of the abyss to send her careening out of control.

Dear god, he’d missed her.

But most of all he’d missed the sweet heat of her pussy pressing
against his tongue as she rode his mouth. This may not be what he’d intended
for tonight but damn if he wasn’t going to take what he could get.

Genevieve under his control was a marvelous sight to behold.

He delved deeper, thinking about how fantastic her mouth had
felt wrapped around his dick. It had taken nearly all of his control not to
come down her throat. But now that he had her, he wanted to explore her body.
Wanted to wrap his arms around her, holding her close as he pumped into her
over and over.

He smoothed his hands over her ass, cupping the globes in
his fingers and squeezing. He continued to massage as he flicked his tongue
against her, slowly licking her until her breath was gusting hot against his
back. Wanting to push her a bit further, he rubbed his teeth against the hard
nub of her clit, abrading the ridge of his teeth against her tender skin.

“You have always had such a lovely pussy. So responsive and
sweet.”

His body felt pressurized, as though someone had dropped
breath mints into a two liter of soda and sealed the cap. Sensation churned
through him as his tongue licked her swollen folds. He pressed harder,
encouraging her as he worked her over with his mouth and tongue. “All mine.”

As he replaced his mouth with his thumb, he slid the single
digit into her, driving slowly in and out. She rocked against his hand. As her
arousal increased he sank his teeth into the succulent meat of her ass. She
drove down onto his fingers, a loud gasp filling the air.

The noise washed over him, arrowing down his spine to spread
hot fingers of pleasure through him. Flipping their positions, he sat in the
chair again and pulled her into his lap. “Feet on the floor, baby. Don’t slide
onto me until I say.” She captured her lower lip between her teeth, nodding as
he wrapped his hand around his cock. He watched her face as he pushed the crown
of his dick through her damp folds. The high color on her cheeks brightened,
her eyes fluttering closed for the barest second as though she was afraid she
would miss a moment.

“You like watching, don’t you,
a thaisce
? Like seeing
my cock brush against your pussy.” She nodded, her fingers digging into the
meat of his shoulders as he continued to slide against her. Her hips began to
rock with the motion as he pushed up on the balls of his feet and the gaming
chair rocked backward. The movement drove the tip of his erection up into her.
Rolling forward, he severed the connection.

She held herself in place high over him, the only contact
between them now was her hands on his shoulders. Her thighs trembled from the
effort of holding still but she waited patiently while he indulged his need to
tease and torment her.

Rocking back, he slipped into her entrance again, pushing a
little farther so the crown was completely inside her. He stopped, staying at
the angle as he pulsed a bit. Her fingers dug into his shoulders so hard, he
knew he’d have bruises.

Good.

He intended to put a few on her before dawn.

He loved feeling this deep-seated animal-like passion for
his wife of four years. Loved that he could still get this sort of rise out of
her. Get her this excited as he worked to hit all of her hot buttons.
Discovering them again each and every time they were together never got old.

He’d never get enough of this—enough of
her
.

What he also couldn’t get enough of was the way she sounded
when he denied her what she needed the most. Him. He dropped his feet flat to
the floor, the motion rocking him forward and severing their intimate contact
again.

A pleading whimper drifted through the room, wrapping around
his cock to make it impossibly harder. God, he loved the hell out of this
woman. Time seemed to fall away as he continued his slow, torturous movements.
Enjoying the connection with her almost as much as the act itself.

He marveled at her submission. At the way she allowed him to
give her what she didn’t know she needed. Their power exchange never got old.
They’d just allowed it fall by the wayside in favor of comic books and puff
pastries.

“Time to slide onto me,
a thaisce
.” He grasped her
hips, pulling her down onto his cock with one solid thrust. Her gasp of
pleasure morphed to a quiet little moan that spread arousal through him like
wildfire.

Fanning his hand wide against her lower back, he pressed
against her skin, encouraging her to lean forward. The angle brought her
breasts to his mouth. Looking up at her, he flicked one of her nipples with his
tongue. She gasped again, grinding against him.

“Yes.” She whimpered, her fingers clenching against his
arms. “Harder. Please, Sir, please.”

He groaned as he captured her nipple, tugging on the nub as
he gave in to her demand. As he sucked her flesh, pressing her nipple against
the roof of his mouth, he rocked the chair backward, driving forcefully up into
her. Wrapping his hands around her thighs, he took her weight. Now he
completely controlled the movements and held himself high in her cunt as he
released her breast. He moved up to take her mouth, sucking on her tongue as he
began to slowly rock the chair, holding her hips in place so his cock could
plunge deep.

She wiggled, drawing a deep, guttural moan from him as her
pussy squeezed his dick. His control fractured a little before he reined it in,
digging his fingers into her hips as a signal he was the one in command. He
fucked into her with slow, deep movements, basking in the sounds skating across
his body as her climax approached. Heat and need battered at his body,
demanding release. He ignored it, wanting to stretch out the moment with her.
Make it longer so he could savor her even more.

“Faster.” Her eyes fluttered closed as her fingers raked
over his skin, the sting racing through his body and collecting where they
connected. Her pleas started to run together into unintelligible mutters.
Seeing her undulating over him, gorgeous red marks showing on her breasts where
he’d bitten her, lofted his desire for her even higher.

He wanted her screaming, wailing, falling apart as he
plunged into her.

Repositioning, he scraped his thumb against her clit. Her
loud gasp morphed into a high wail of pleasure as her cunt clenched tight
around him. So. Fucking. Tight.

Knowing she would absolutely hate this because she was so
close, he gripped her hips again and slammed her down onto him. She started to
rise but was reminded how truly strong he was as he held her in place, denying
her any kind of movement. Her eyes screwed shut as she fought against his
hands, struggling to get some kind of friction.

“Look at me,
a ghrá
.” When her gaze met his, he
lovingly cradled her jaw. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman with the
amount of intensity he felt for his wife. The same woman he’d thought of as the
love his life the second he’d laid eyes on her. It wasn’t all physical either.
His need to protect and care and nurture her sometimes knocked him for one hell
of a loop. “I love you, Genevieve. Sometimes more than life itself. No matter
how busy we are. I want you to remember that.”

Desire flared hot in her gaze. He wanted to taste that
passion. Pulling her closer, he captured her lips, drawing her tongue into his
mouth for a deep, soul-resonating kiss. Her breathing hitched as she groaned
when he started pumping inside her again, her pussy slick and warm against his
cock.

He picked up the rhythm, driving hard into her with sure
strokes. She gasped each time he sheathed himself fully into her, encouraging
him without words. Her pelvis rocked against him as her body snapped taut, his
name screaming forth from somewhere deep inside her throat. Caught up in the
furious storm of her climax, he thrust even harder and faster as her cunt
clenched and released around him.

The harsh sound from her voice raised a powerful urgency
deep inside him, pumping blood through his dick so quickly he was sure it would
split from the pressure. His orgasm slammed into him hard and fast, shattering
through his body in unstoppable waves.

He drove deeper and deeper, feeling her orgasm for a second
time as the quick punch of his climax began to abate. Endorphins buzzed through
his body as he gathered her close, holding her for long moments to simply enjoy
their intimate connection. After a while he shifted their still-joined bodies
out of the gaming chair. Her whole body shivered as he laid her against the
bamboo floor, her pussy clenching around his softening cock.

“Cold?”

Her eyes opened slowly, circling his shoulders as she pulled
him closer. “Never with you around.” She kissed his cheeks and the end of his
nose before resting her lips against his. Their tongues slid together in
gentle, teasing glides as they lay on the floor, savoring the pleasant
afterglow of their frantic lovemaking.

She rubbed his back, following the line of his spine as she
drew her thighs around his hips. A deeply satisfied moan vibrated against his
lips as she wiggled her hips slightly. “I could stay like this forever.”

“You could. But my knees can’t.” Lifting up, he flipped
their positions, the wood floor chilly against the heated skin across his back.
She straddled his thighs, leaning over to nip at his hip.

“Crap. I’ve been so busy that I forgot to tell you something
the other night.” She slid to the side, molding against him as she set her head
against his shoulder. “I told Dade it was all right if he moved in for a little
while.”

His fingers stilled against her back, his heart skipping a
beat. “What?”

Her chestnut curls were a tangled mess thanks to where he’d
held her. Her cheeks were still flushed from the exertion of their lovemaking,
her eyes warm and inviting as she smiled up at him. “Bunch of renovations out
at his ranch. They’ve basically run him out to gut the place. Didn’t seem as
though he had anywhere else to go. Told him we have a spare room and he was
more than welcome to it for as long as he liked.”

She pressed a kiss against his stomach, flicking her tongue
out before standing. Even with his wife gloriously nude and looking thoroughly
well-fucked standing over him, panic did a lazy cartwheel in his stomach.

Nothing could have prepared him for what she’d just said.

Nothing.

And right now didn’t seem like the best time to confess he’d
been having fantasies about the very same man she’d just invited into their
home. Swallowing around his dry throat, he nodded. “Fine with me.”

“Great. He’s going to move in Wednesday.”

Even the sight of her heart-shaped ass as she walked away
wasn’t enough to soothe his startled nerves.

Tony smoothed out the Friday morning newspaper. A promising
tech company he was interested in making an investment in had just made an
announcement about a new nanotechnology. He wanted to know more before he bought
their stock.

Bullseye Tech, the IT company Allison worked for, had also
just gone public.

Time to put a call into his broker.

As Tony nibbled a piece of buttered toast, Dade shuffled
into the kitchen. His dark hair was mussed and a deep crease ran down his left
cheek, a signal he’d just woken up. Even sleep tousled, Tony noted that Dade
didn’t walk. He prowled. Right to the coffee. With Dade facing away from him,
Tony saw four large dragons had been inked onto his back. The creatures were
intertwined around one another as though they were an integral part of one
another’s existence.

The two at the top part of the circle, one in shades of red
and one yellow, each had a wing that stretched up and wrapped around the top
part of Dade’s shoulder. The two lowest, one in various colors of blue and one
green, had their tails wound together and dipped below the waistband of a pair
of sleep paints that seemed to be an odd choice for a man of his stature. They
were ill-fitting and puddled against the tiled floor. Quite a feat considering
his height.

Not to mention the fact they were bright neon green.

And were those exaggerated question marks? They reminded
Tony of the Riddler’s mark from the
Batman
comic books.

Batman?

Dragons?

Had to be a story there.

He bet Dade was just full of stories.

The man had been living here for two days and Tony was
already wondering about the Dade under the surface. The one who seemed to be
tormented and irate most of the time.
Fucking get a grip on it, Fitzgerald.
The dude is your tenant, and your friend, nothing more.

“Nice ink.”

“Thanks. Had it done a few years ago.” Dade added more
coffee to his mug. “Not finished though.”

“Really? Looks finished.”

Dade leaned against the counter, cup of coffee clutched
between his hands as if he was praying over it. “That’s because the tat artist
is damn good at her job. This is excellent coffee.”

“Perfect Shot’s house blend. Not the same as going to the
shop itself, which I usually do on the way to work. But it’s adequate to
jump-start the system. I don’t have the magic Patrick does with brewing a pot.”
Nor Genevieve’s.

“Thought you were already gone.”

“Genevieve is the only one who keeps early hours. Always
been a bit of a night owl myself. Besides, most of my clientele are in school
at this hour. Doesn’t seem prudent to sit around and twiddle my thumbs while I
wait. School is out end of next week though, so my hours will change soon.” He
finished off the last of his coffee. “How did you sleep?”

“Well enough. Just have to get used to the bed.”

“If there’s anything you need just let either of us know.
Shop doesn’t close until ten tonight since it’s a Friday, so we’ll both be home
late. Place is all yours.”

“I’ll probably be out most of the day too. Going to head
over and see how Grant is doing with the renovations. Grab another load of my
stuff and move it out of his way.” Dade opened the fridge and stared blindly at
the contents.

“Looking for some breakfast?”

“No. I don’t eat much.”

Tony knew that was a lie. He’d seen Dade put away a hell of
a lot of food in all the years the group had been having their dinner and movie
nights. Maybe he didn’t want them to feel as though he was being a burden by
eating them out of house and home. Tough to do considering they weren’t around
much.

“It’ll be nice to see the ranch restored to its former
glory. I put in a bid for the place back when the family put it up for auction.
Glad it was you that I lost to instead of Stan Claremont. He would have just
leveled the place and put in some new tourist trap.”

“Which is why I bought it. Town has enough of those already
to support the influx. Doesn’t need another joint crowding up the place.” Dade
shut the fridge without taking anything, moved over to fill his mug and then
nodded toward Tony as he exited the kitchen.

A door closed a moment later.

Just as pleasant as ever. Nice to know Dade’s attitude
hadn’t changed even though the location was different. He’d like to talk to
Dade more about the ranch because he enjoyed knowing someone had shared his
interest in maintaining the area instead of developing it. He didn’t have the
head for real estate that Patrick did, but he did well enough to dip into the
market on occasion.

Given the fact the man was going to be living in their home
for the next few months, they’d have more than enough time to discuss the
matter. That was, if he could manage to be in the room for more than ten
seconds without conjuring inappropriate thoughts.

Before he’d been able to keep distance. Pass off every
single one of his fantasies as nothing more than curiosity because Dade was the
one person in the group he knew the least about. But now, with the man living
under their roof, he couldn’t ignore the fact his cock had practically jumped
to attention the second Dade had strolled into the kitchen half-dressed.

Gonna be a long few months.

The shrill ring of the phone on the wall snapped him out of
his thoughts. A quick glance to the screen showed it was the local law
enforcement. Huh. “Sherriff Batty, what can I do for you?”

“Alarm went off at your place about twenty minutes ago.” As
the sheriff’s gruff voice continued on, Tony jammed his hand into his pocket.
The indication the alarm had been tripped glared angrily on his cell phone as
he thumbed the sound on. “Met the fire department out there and they were able
to get things under control within a few moments.”

Tony’s heart sank. He’s been sitting in the kitchen,
entertaining illicit thoughts about their new roommate while his store had
burned to the ground. “Anything left?”

“Store’s fine. Dumpster in your back alley is a total loss
though. Heat of the fire must have tripped the system. Good thing it did. Could
have been worse if it had spread. Burned down the whole row of stores. Whenever
you get here we’ll go over things to file a report for your insurance.”

“I’ll be there in few.”

* * * * *

A loud bang reverberated through the air. As Dade stepped
onto the sidewalk in front of Perfect Shot, he noticed the piece of plywood a
worker was hammering into place. Another worker was sweeping tiny pieces of
safety glass into a pile.

Despite the repair work, a steady stream of customers flowed
in and out of the coffee house. Never let it be said caffeine fiends would let
anything come between them and their coffee. Dade joined the stream, noticing
the morning rush was in full swing. Rather than wait in the long line he slid
into an overstuffed chair near the back.

Alex and Patrick Conners were both behind the counter
slinging coffee for the masses, working seamlessly like a well-oiled machine.
He watched them serve customers, admiring the way they anticipated each other’s
needs based on the orders shouted out from the line.

Dade noted the thick leather and silver buckles wrapping
around Alex’s wrists. He smiled at the open display of a collar on a
submissive. Most people would just mistake the items as accessories. Especially
because whenever Alex had a tournament the cuffs were nowhere to be seen. Not
as though the thick lengths of leather were appropriate during a few rounds of
professional golf.

As the crowd slowed, Patrick nodded in his direction and
held up one finger. Dade indicated he’d have the usual—the house blend—and
looked around while he waited. Most of the tables were full with regulars,
tourists, college kids and even a mother’s group in one corner. He remembered
when the shop had first opened under a new name and new management. It was a
popular story amid his group of friends as it was the same week Patrick and
Allison had met.

Alex had been nowhere to be found, reeling both emotionally
and physically due to a recent separation. The predicament had put Patrick in a
perilous situation, with a shop full of customers and a temperamental and
outdated register. Allison had been in line and swept in to save the day. An IT
whiz, she’d given the shop a makeover with new computers, a state-of-the-art
security system and even installed WiFi to appeal to the college crowd Patrick
and Alex were trying to draw in.

The Conners had done very well for themselves since then and
he’d heard Elena mention once or twice they were talking about expanding the
storefront. That plan had been slowed by Alex’s decision to take up golf
full-time but it certainly hadn’t banked the momentum of the people who loved
the store just as much as the men behind the counter.

Alex offered a cup before sitting in the chair beside him.
“Patrick said he’d man the counter for a few minutes by himself. I hit the
ground running around four this morning when the call about that mess came in
and haven’t had a break since.”

“What happened?”

“Sheriff thinks a couple of kids at college for the summer
came through town looking to cause trouble. They hit the bank and the hardware
store around the corner too. Heard the dumpster behind Tony’s store is nothing
but a twisted mass of melted metal now thanks to a fire. Nothing insurance
won’t take care of.”

Interesting. Tony hadn’t mentioned it. Of course, Dade
hadn’t been in a talkative mood earlier. “Just enough trouble to annoy a few
business owners without causing too much property damage. Let me know if you
guys need anything. I’ve got a guy who might be able to give you a break on a
replacement. Hey, I thought you were off last week?”

“Was. Want something to eat?”

Dade’s stomach growled. He’d turned down Tony’s offer
because he’d wanted to get as far away as he could. “Sure.”

“Hang on a minute.” Alex ducked behind the counter, pulled
open the pastry case and returned with two large cinnamon buns. “Game is up at Falken
this week.”

Dade eyed the oversized pastry Alex handed him. He’d
forgotten Perfect Shot’s pastry cases were stocked by Genevieve. Seemed as
though there was no escape from the couple. “Most normal professional golfers
would have spent the day on the range working on their long game.” Though
normal
didn’t even begin to describe Alex’s ascent into the higher ranks of
golf. He’d shunned the game because his wife at the time hadn’t approved. After
their divorce he’d sought absolution at the bottom of a bottle. Alex had gotten
clean and after convincing Elena they were right for each other, she’d pushed
him back into the game he loved so dearly.

It had been one of the best things for him.

A runner-up finish at the US Open several years ago had
catapulted his career into the stratosphere, securing his place among men who’d
been swinging a club for years. Alex was now on tour with those very same men
and holding his own quite well.

“Yeah, well,
normal
people aren’t married to my wife.
She’s hit the part of her pregnancy where she’s ready to go at a moment’s
notice. Making up for the morning sickness and exhaustion in the first
trimester it seems. Not that you’ll find me complaining.” Alex winced as he reached
for his mug.

Dade raised an eyebrow. Someone had been engaging in a
little impact play. “Heavy activity the day before a round? I thought there was
some bullshit about athletes swearing off sex all season.”

Alex snorted and rolled his eyes. “Considering my season
runs pretty much all year long, I don’t think so. I’m heading out in a few
hours. Scheduled for a ten o’clock tee off day after tomorrow. Want to get
settled in before everything ramps up.” Alex sipped his coffee again, eyeing
Dade. “Doing all right? You seem a bit on edge. More so than usual.”

“I’m good.”

“Here’s the part where Elena would poke and prod on you
until you budged an inch.”

“Damn good thing you aren’t her.”

“No, I’m not. Which means I can see things a little more
clearly than she can. The usual problem rearing its ugly head again?”

Alex had been with Dade at Brogans the night of Tony and
Genevieve’s engagement party. They’d drowned their sorrows in Mexican
Boilermakers for very similar reasons. Wanting something they couldn’t have.
Alex had wanted Elena but had gotten too caught up in his own head—and his
alcoholism—to see clearly. It had all worked out in the end but Dade didn’t see
his situation working out so ideally.

At all.

He needed too much and wasn’t going to settle just to make
everyone else happy.

Damn him and his high expectations.

Dade decided to ignore Alex’s question. “Doing some
renovations on the main house at the ranch.”

“And?”

Dade smirked. “Surely Elena has already told you the next
part.”

“We’ve been a little busy. Sorry to say, my friend, you
weren’t high on the priority list for conversation.”

That was good to know. Only because it meant Elena wasn’t
sticking her nose into his business. Something told him, after she learned of
his current living arrangement, her nose would be planted right in the middle
of it all again. “Renting out a room at Tony and Genevieve’s place.”

Alex smirked. “And how’s that working out for you?”

“Only been a few days.” Dade shrugged. “We all run on
different schedules, so it’s been pleasant enough.”

“Pleasant? Given the tense set of your body since you walked
through the door,
pleasant
is the last word I’d use to describe what I
see. Ever think maybe that whole two-for-one deal you’ve got going isn’t such a
good idea anymore? That it’s keeping you too on edge and miserable?”

The thought had crossed his mind. On more than one occasion.
“Going all romantic, doe-eyed on me now because you found true love?” Like most
of his friends had. It wasn’t as though he wasn’t happy for them. He was.
Immensely. He loved spending time with them all, watching their families expand
as little feet were added to the circle of friends. Even if their growing
families did remind him of everything he didn’t have.