Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
They both collapsed onto their sides, still connected as they rode the rough aftershocks together. Ken pushed back into him like a cat in need of stroking and Brady lifted one weak arm to caress his hip. He was glad he hadn’t hurt him. The man beside him was practically humming with pleasure and release, removing all his doubts.
Brady had come so hard his body was nearly boneless, but his mind was already reeling from shock.
What the hell just happened?
Great sex.
Not strong enough. He couldn’t find the right words to describe the heights he’d just reached, what he’d felt when Ken… Was that normal for him? He knew he touched himself when he was alone in the shower, but he hadn’t needed to with Brady. Could he do that with all his lovers? Brady didn’t want to ask, didn’t want to know if other men had gotten that reaction. This belonged to him.
In thirty-four years he’d had five relationships, including his first time in the back of the minivan his date had borrowed from his mother. He admitted to not being as experienced as…well, ninety-eight percent of his male relatives, but he enjoyed sex and loved orgasms as much as everyone else.
What had just happened with Ken was another level, another galaxy, from anything he knew. And as the knot formed in his stomach, he realized that most of his other reasons for putting Ken off had been bullshit. This was why he’d resisted. Somehow he’d known that having him would change things forever. Change him. That he would never want to give it up, and that nothing less would ever be enough.
Just sex, he’d told him. But it felt like more. It felt like everything.
Chapter Five
He woke up shouting in horror. Pain. Shock. Men and women were running toward him on fire, the smell of charred flesh all around him.
“Brady, wake up. You’re dreaming. Just a dream.”
Ken was here, nearly on top of him, as if he’d been trying to hold Brady down.
A dream. Already fading. Just a memory. Brady forced himself to stop struggling. “I’m awake. You can let me go.”
As soon as Ken released him Brady threw back the covers and got to his feet. He headed for the bathroom sink to splash cool water on his face and slow his racing heart. Only a bad dream. You’re home. It’s over. Let it go.
He wished it were that easy. Wished he could fall back into Ken’s arms and go to sleep without seeing those images burned in his mind. But that wasn’t going to happen now.
They’d spent the entire day in the loft exploring each other. Again and again they’d given in to the need that only got stronger each time. Again and again Ken had proven to be the most creative and passionate lover Brady could have asked for. His body was incredibly responsive. As addicting as his mouth.
The sex had been so mind altering that he’d actually forgotten about his nighttime handicap and fallen asleep. He never thought about how his nightmares would affect someone sleeping in the same bed. Had he physically lashed out in his effort to escape? Had he hurt Ken?
He saw Ken’s reflection in the mirror, his hair loose and flowing down his back in a way that made Brady’s breath catch. “I’m really sorry I woke you. What time is it?”
“Three-thirty. And don’t worry about it. Are you okay?”
He used the hand towel to dry his face and forced a smile. “Just a bad dream. It happens. You should go back to bed. I’m going to grab something cool to drink.”
And go back across the hall so I don’t wake you when it happens again.
When he got to the kitchen he realized Ken was still behind him. “How often?”
“What?” He poured a glass of water, wanting to do anything but talk about this.
Ken pushed his hair back away from his face and watched him with knowing eyes. “How often does it happen? Once a month? Once a week?”
Every night since he’d come home, with the exception of the Great Rumming of 2015, when he didn’t dream at all. He supposed getting blackout-drunk had benefits, but he wouldn’t trade one problem for another. “Unless you have a swampy tea for bad dreams, it doesn’t really matter, does it? Anyway I’m told they’ll fade in time. Seriously, Tanaka, go back to bed.”
Ken sent him a speaking look. “Just because you broke my body with your big hard cock doesn’t mean you can boss me around. I’ll go to bed when I feel like it, preferably with one hand tangled in that sexy red chest hair and yours on my ass.”
Brady licked his lips, his cock stirring as he stared at Ken’s body. There were bruises on his hips and arms that made Brady frown, but Ken kept assuring him he wasn’t hurt. And he was vocal enough about his pleasure that there was no way Brady could doubt it. “If you’re staying awake too, I’m always up for another round of body breaking.”