Christ, his job wasn’t even technically complete yet. Just because they had Kressley and most of his people behind bars right now didn’t mean Gradyn wouldn’t have to go back inside the motorcycle club if some aspect of the case went to shit and that butchering, human-trafficking SOB Kressley got released on a technicality. Gradyn didn’t fool himself that a weekend pass as part of a job well done meant he was actually free of this case that had eaten up the last two years of his life.
Fucking might never get the full stink of it off me.
“You look far away, Denny.” The sound of Devlin’s voice pulled Gradyn back into the motel room. He shifted, lured by the gentleness of it, and found Devlin leaning against the bathroom doorframe, still glistening from his shower, wearing nothing but a towel.
Good Christ. Gradyn’s breath caught in his throat. You’re everything I need right now.
“Are you okay?” Devlin asked.
Gradyn forced an easy smile. “Just listening to the water and picturing you naked in the shower.”
Devlin stayed where he was, watching Gradyn so intently that Gradyn’s skin heated and tightened under his clothes. Furrow lines appeared between Devlin’s brows, and he softly said, “I don’t think so.”
Please don’t make me outright lie to you, Devlin. “Let’s just say I was, okay?”
It took a moment, but Devlin eventually nodded. “If that’s what you want.”
With an uneven, deep breath, Gradyn held out his hand. “Come here, beautiful.”
Devlin moved to Gradyn with an easy grace and fluidity that defied the jittery, untried enthusiasm he’d exhibited just two nights ago. Gradyn swallowed hard as he took in the taut, tanned skin encasing perfectly defined muscles that didn’t tend toward too lean or too thick. Gradyn could happily kiss and nibble on Devlin’s chest and down to his flat stomach for years and not grow bored with it or what that narrow line of hair led to below the towel.
The body was damned amazing, but it was Devlin’s eyes that did Gradyn in. Holy Mother, Devlin’s pale stare, that didn’t waver under the scrutiny of a much larger man, and in fact held Gradyn locked in place right now, sucked Gradyn into a place in which he would happily drown.
“Jesus.” Falling fast, Gradyn tore off his shirt and tossed it aside. He then captured Devlin’s hand and drew the younger man between his spread legs. “I can’t walk away while we still have an hour on the clock before you have to go.” He splayed his hand across Devlin’s stomach and trembled when he felt it quiver under his palm. His pinky finger caught on the damp towel knotted around Devlin’s waist. Gradyn wanted to tear the white terrycloth aside and get at more of that wonderful warm skin, but their activities of the past two days nagged at his conscience. He commanded his hand not to move, and looked up into those mesmerizing gray eyes. “Can you take me one more time?”
“Yeah.” Devlin swayed into Gradyn’s open palm, pressing with his weight. He stared down, his eyes full of languid lust. His cock jutted, tenting the towel. “If you go slow.”
“Baby,” Gradyn slid his arms around Devlin’s waist and tugged him closer, “we can set whatever pace you want.” He pressed his face to Devlin’s stomach, closing his eyes as he inhaled the mingling scents of woodsy shower gel and a natural spicy musk that was purely Devlin. Blindly, Gradyn rubbed his cheeks, forehead and nose across Devlin’s skin, sipping at droplets of moisture still clinging to the man from his shower.
With every nip and taste he took, Gradyn’s prick thickened and pushed harder against the confinement of his jeans. He clung to Devlin, digging his fingers into the man’s back as he sucked on the firm skin above his hipbone and pulled blood to the surface. I could feast on him forever.
Needing more, he turned Devlin to the side and bit his way around his waist to the small of his back, leaving red tracks in his wake. Gradyn swirled his tongue into the dip at the base of Devlin’s spine and teased down to the line of the towel, suckling right above the cleft of Devlin’s ass. The man whimpered and pushed back for more, but Gradyn licked the other way instead, up Devlin’s spine as far as he could go without standing, and pushed his hands under Devlin’s arms to his chest. He scraped across Devlin’s nipples with his trimmed-to-the-nub fingernails, quickly stiffening the peaks to tiny eraser points.
“Ohhhh shit...” Devlin covered Gradyn’s hands and helped him scratch deeper welts into his flesh. “So fucking hard already.” He shoved one of Gradyn’s hands under the towel to his cock, knocking the fabric to the floor.
Scorching heat seared Gradyn’s palm at first contact but he welcomed the fire; he wrapped his hand firmly around Devlin’s swollen penis and pumped the full, rigid length. Devlin hissed and jerked his hips, and Gradyn reached with his middle finger to smear the early pearls of cum Devlin released. Devlin let out a needful little hum and pushed Gradyn’s other hand down to join the first, bypassing his cock and curling Gradyn’s fingers around his heavy sac.
Oh yeah, he’s already primed to shoot.
Gradyn delivered what he knew was an agonizingly slow pull and too-soft rub to Devlin’s prick and nuts, and made the man standing in front of him moan and writhe like crazy. Gradyn couldn’t stop the grin he stamped against the small of Devlin’s back ... or from slipping two fingers further between his legs to tease the sensitive patch of his taint.
“Oh God, Denny...” Devlin gasped as if someone had stolen all the oxygen from the room. “So good.” He pushed Gradyn’s hands away and spun, putting his erection in front of Gradyn’s face. “Suck me.” Looking down through eyes like mirrored glass, Devlin took his cock in hand and guided it to
