“James?” Dom croaked. His knees gave out and he collapsed to the floor next to his brother’s body. With a shaking hand, he reached out and pressed his fingers along his neck. He tried again and again, angry at the trembling he couldn’t control, but he couldn’t find a pulse.
Oh God, he’d shot his brother. Killed him.
A broken sob escaped his throat, and he sat down hard on the cooling concrete next to his brother. Yes, James would have killed him. Tried to kill him. But Dom had never wanted this. He just wanted to be free. To be a good man.
“Dom?” Abe’s voice was like a soothing balm in his ear. Dom’s head jerked up and he looked around, the warehouse blurry through the tears streaking down his cheeks. But he was still alone. Abe’s voice had come from the earwig he was still wearing. “Dom, baby. Please, talk to me. What happened?”
“He’s gone. I killed him. He was my brother…” He pressed his hands to his eyes as the words came pouring out. He still held the damn gun like it was melded to his skin.
“I’m coming. I’ll be there soon. Just hang on.”
“Hurry. Please,” Dom whispered. He couldn’t do this without Abe. Everything hurt too much and the only thing that didn’t hurt, that still made sense, was Abe.Chapter EighteenOn Abe’s fiftieth birthday, he woke to the acrid scent of burning candles and a warm mouth surrounding his dick. He looked down to see a naughty gleam in the beautiful green eyes looking up at him. He moaned as Dom tightened his lips and used his tongue to explore a vein, then came up to lick around the head.
Abe’s eyes shut and the sheet fell off one leg as he brought them both up to better push deeper into Dom’s throat. Fuck, he loved how Dom got off on that, and his boyfriend’s answering groan sent a shiver racing up his spine. He opened his eyes, watching his cock disappear in Dom’s mouth, and the hoarse sort of chuckle and choke that escaped him brought the eyes back to him.
“So good, Dom. I could wake like this every day.”
Dom pulled off. “That could be arranged.”
“Agh! Why’d you stop?”
Nuzzling into Abe’s balls, his hot breath made Abe shiver as he asked, “How’s my quinquagenarian doing today?”
“Let me guess—that has something to do with me turning fifty?”
Dom held up his dick and licked the tip of it. “It does. Mmmm, fifty tastes good on you.”
Grasping Dom under the arms, Abe dragged him up his body and stuck out his tongue. Dom touched his to it, grinning before he slid the whole thing into Abe’s mouth. He buried his fingers in Dom’s hair, glad he could because the man’s head had healed. He tugged on the soft hair a little and when Dom came up, he kissed the scar on his face, then his nose, which wrinkled as he laughed.
“Did you set my house on fire? Because it smells like it.”
“Fifty candles are a lot.” Dom sat up, straddling him, and pointed to the bedside table where he’d put a tall stack of pancakes with a mass of candles burning and melting all over them. “We’ll have to ditch the top one because I got distracted by the enticing tent in the covers you’d made.” He glanced over his shoulder. “The one you’re still making.”
Abe held his breath when Dom reached behind him and made a tugging motion before he tossed his favorite plug onto the floor. He held Abe’s gaze as he backed up and slid his ass onto Abe.
The plug had left him open, so Abe slid right in to the hilt. They’d both been tested and going bare with Dom made him feel even more deeply connected to the man. And holy shit, it felt good to slide into that scorching channel. He could live there.
“Best. Birthday. Ever.” His words were punctuated with thrusts of his hips. “Love the way you feel inside—so hot and tight.”
“Feels like it’s my birthday,” Dom breathed as he braced those sexy-as-fuck arms on either side of Abe and went to town on his dick. Up and down he moved before rolling his hips.
Abe reached down and clutched his ass as he fucked deep into Dom’s body. He couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful man doing his best to pull his brains out through his cock. Muscles rippled in his arms and shoulders, his abs doing that sexy, quivering dance as he moved his hips. All of him was so beautiful, yet the best part of him was the way he looked down at Abe, the way his eyes slid mostly shut when pleasure overtook him. He loved fully, and Abe felt like the luckiest man on Earth. “I love you so much,” Abe whispered.