No Quarter (Bounty, Book One) (23 page)

Slowly, the tension melted into pleasure as Faolan’s mouth worked on Gar’s shaft, the stubble from his chin scraping the skin as he went. He’d almost forgotten about Faolan’s hand until he started pumping his finger in and out of Gar’s ass in a counter-rhythm to his mouth. Gar inhaled sharply through his nose and opened his legs wider when Faolan brushed against a pleasure point deep inside his body.

“Fuck.” He wanted to cry from the perfection of it all. “More.”

Faolan hummed and added a second finger. The burn increased as Gar’s muscles pulled wider under Faolan’s ministrations. Higher and higher he climbed until his body was so taut he thought he’d snap in two.

“Please, please, let me come.” Gar tugged at the head between his legs. “Please.”

Faolan pulled off him with a pop and slowly inched his fingers from Gar’s ass. “No. I want to be buried deep inside you when you do. I want to feel every inch of your body squeeze around me when you finally lose control.” Hooking a hand under each knee, he pushed Gar back until they were in the center of the bed, then lifted his legs until his ass rested on Faolan’s thighs. It was then Faolan leaned over to place a kiss on Gar’s chin. “I want to look in your eyes when you come, so you know it was me who brought you there.”

Gar caressed Faolan’s face and smiled. “Like I could forget it was you.”

Faolan pulled back, covered his hand with more lube and then stroked his cock, coating it completely. He knew the bliss of taking another person, of being completely surrounded and milked to completion. This was foreign and more than a little terrifying.

“Relax. If you tense up this won’t be as good.”

“I’m not a virgin.” Gar rolled his eyes while convincing his body this really would be good. He could trust Faolan like no other person.

“You are like this. But not for much longer.”

Faolan bent his head and distracted him with a long, lazy kiss. The almost languid pace did the trick as the tension left Gar’s body and the blood surged once more to his shaft. The pressure from Faolan’s cock as he pressed in wasn’t as bad as Gar had anticipated. Neither was the slow burn of muscles stretching to accommodate his girth. Faolan didn’t stop, simply kept pushing forward and kissing Gar senseless. He didn’t realize when Faolan had bottomed out, his balls now flush against his ass.

They stayed that way for a minute. Faolan bumped his nose along Gar’s jaw, licking at the skin of his neck, cooing soft nonsense words while Gar’s body adjusted. It was overwhelming, being this close to another person. The same as topping, yet completely different. Instead of the fear he thought he’d feel, Gar was able to let go. Faolan would be there to catch him if anything went wrong.

Someone was there to look after Gar.

“I’m okay,” Gar muttered, nipping at Faolan’s earlobe. “And you made a promise.”

“Good, because I’m going to fuck you now,” Faolan muttered, kissing along Gar’s jawline. “Going to show you heaven.”

Pulling out until the tip of his cock remained barely sheathed, Faolan pushed back in with one smooth stroke. There was pain, but less than before. After several repeated thrusts, his body relaxed, pulling Faolan in deep so the tip of his cock hit Gar’s prostate. He groaned and clutched Faolan’s shoulders, praying he could hold it together long enough to enjoy this ride to its fullest.

They set a fast pace, Faolan’s hips snapping forward while Gar lifted his ass to meet him. His thoughts deserted him, leaving him only able to feel as his body came alive under Faolan’s touch.

“So close, Gar.” His face tightened in concentration. “Can’t wait much longer. Want you to come first.”

Long fingers wrapped around Gar’s cock as Faolan stroked him with a firm, steady beat. Coupled with the constant attack against his prostate, Gar couldn’t hold back. Bunching the sheets in his fists, Gar arched his back off the bed and came hard. Cum shot over Faolan’s hand to cover both their stomachs. Only once he opened his eyes again did Faolan release his cock.

“Perfect,” the older man said softly.

Yes, Gar was beginning to see they were.

Gar lightly bit Faolan’s chin. “You now.”

Angling his hips even more, Gar clamped down on Faolan’s cock until his mouth made a perfect
O
and Faolan cried out, pumping mercilessly into Gar’s eager body. Liquid heat flooded him and Gar clung to the sensations. Faolan had given him everything—everything Gar was comfortable asking for. Finally,
blessedly
, Faolan collapsed on top of him.

Their competing harsh breaths were the only sounds filling the room for a long time. An ache in his ass compelled Gar to shift onto his side, facing Faolan who lay on his back. Without opening his eyes, Faolan tossed an arm across Gar’s shoulders to pull him flush against his body.

It felt right, the closeness they shared alone in the dark of their bedroom.

“I think I understand now,” Gar said as he drew circles on Faolan’s chest.

A kiss to his temple. “Good.”

How much time had passed as they lay in each other’s arms, Gar wasn’t sure. He must have drifted off and been asleep for some time, as the sweat on his skin had dried and cooled when he was startled awake.

Something wasn’t right. A beep from the com system caught his attention and brought a groan from Faolan. “Can’t they leave us alone for five minutes?”

“Been longer than that. Let me answer it.”

“Mmm, ‘kay.”

Gar smiled and placed a kiss to Faolan’s chest before getting up and finding his pants to answer the com. When Mace’s face appeared, he was eternally thankful he’d dressed as much as he had.

Mace groaned and covered her eyes with her hand. “Do you have to answer the com naked? Dear Gods!”

“I was sleeping.” Not a complete lie. “What can I do for you, Macie?”

The traces of humor on her face mere seconds ago dropped off as she sighed. “We have a problem.”

Of course they did.
“Not more Loyalists, I hope.”

“No, that would be easy in comparison. We intercepted a transmission a few moments ago.”

Gar cocked an eyebrow. “And?”

“Jason knows you’re alive and with us. They’ve put a bounty out on your head.”

Chapter Fifteen

“This guy is really pissing me off.” Faolan scanned the intercepted message, his anger rising with each passing moment. “Are you sure you have no idea why Jason would want you dead?”

Gar didn’t move, but Faolan could feel the tension coming off him in waves. “Everything was fine last time I saw him.”

“He just gave you your assignment like normal?”

“Other than he wanted me to get you. Been a while since I’ve had to do a pickup. He usually keeps me for more delicate situations.”

The more Faolan thought on the situation, the less it made sense. “Somehow Jason knew I was going to be on Tybal even before he sent you.”

“Not possible.” Gar leaned forward, bracing one hand on the back of Faolan’s chair and the other on the computer console. Bodies close, it took all of Faolan’s willpower not to lean back and make contact. He didn’t think Mace would appreciate seeing her newly rediscovered brother get publicly fondled. “I was there when the call came in about your presence, which in itself is a bit out of the ordinary. It’s been nearly a year since I’d set down on one of his bases. He was definitely surprised you’d turned up on his doorstep, almost as much as when I docked with his ship.”

“I know you’re a pain in the ass, Faolan, but I can’t believe Jason would think you could corrupt Gar over your mind-reading thing.” Mace bumped her shoulder into Gar. “Corrupt you with other things—”

“Okay, thanks for that.” Gar straightened. “Jason had always kept me closer than the others. I always assumed it was because he’d saved my ass on Zeten. Maybe it was more than that.”

Faolan didn’t like where this was going. “You don’t think it’s a coincidence I found Mace and Jason found you.”

Gar held his gaze and Faolan could see the pain of betrayal clear in his eyes. “It would make sense if Jason knew you’d left with Mace. I was the only one available to get you. He may have had a reason for keeping us apart or at least not wanting me to find out something you knew.”

It made sense. “Easier to kill us both than to deal with the situation.”

“It also explains why my intel wasn’t clear on your location and I was forced to spend more time looking for you than normal. Jason was buying time to get the tracker installed on my ship. Bastard!” Gar picked up the datapad from the table and threw it against the wall.

“
Dammit
, Gar!” Mace jumped back, narrowly avoiding bits of glass and plastic as it smashed apart.

On his feet in a heartbeat, Faolan stepped between the siblings, catching Mace by the shoulders. “We’re going to need to go after this asshole and put him down. I don’t care if he’s the head of the Guild or not.”

Mace continued to glare at Gar, her face flushed with anger. “It’s going to take a small army to go after someone as connected as Jason. Seeing as he knows Gar is alive, he’ll be ready for an attack.”

“Then we’ll have to be even more ready. I want you to call in some favors, get us a makeshift pirate army and we’ll take this guy out. There aren’t many in the sector who will be upset by the fact, either.”

“No.”

They both turned to look at Gar. Faolan wanted to protest, but Mace beat him to it. “What the hell do you mean,
no
? Jason tried to kill you and Faolan. You’ve got a bounty on your head bigger than Faolan’s, for Gods’ sake. You can’t let this go.”

Gar tugged at the bottom of his one remaining suit jacket, his knuckles white from the tension. “No one is going after him but me.”

A knot of tension coiled in Faolan’s stomach. “Mace, mind giving us a minute?”

“Faolan, I really think—”

“Please.” He knew she realized it wasn’t a request.

Nodding, she stepped away from Faolan. “Let me know what you need done, Captain.”

He hated cutting Mace out of this, but she wasn’t thinking clearly yet when it came to her brother. He could claim the same impairment, but would never admit it out loud. Besides, if she caught wind of what he was about to propose, Mace would either lock them both in the brig or try to come along—neither of which were acceptable options. One of them had to survive.

“I won’t risk anyone else’s life over this mess, Faolan. There’s nothing you can say to change my mind.”

“I’m going with you.”

Gar’s mouth fell open, his protest dead in the air. “What?”

Faolan shrugged. “If you don’t want to go in guns blazing, I’m fine with that. Sneak attack through the back door, good enough. But it you think for even a second I’m going to let you go in alone, you’re insane.”

“I’m not going to risk your life.” Gar stepped up and caressed Faolan’s cheek. “Don’t ask me to do that.”

It would have been a sweet sentiment if he wasn’t living under a death sentence anyway. “If I have the choice between dying now to help you avenge yourself or a year from now regretting the fact I didn’t, I know which one I’ll take.”

Gar stepped away shaking his head and squeezing the back of his neck with his hand. “You have Mace to look after and your ship.”

“They’ll learn to get by without me.” Sooner or later that was an inescapable truth. “Mace is a tough girl, she’ll be fine. I trust her to run things once I’m gone.”

“Gods, Faolan,” Gar crossed his arms over his chest. “You didn’t even know me a few weeks ago. Why are you doing this?”

It had taken him a while, but Faolan now knew most of Gar’s tells. The way his brow pulled tight, the deep lines of his frown, the lost boy look in his eyes, they all told him how scared and confused the young man really was.

Closing the distance between them, Faolan cupped Gar’s face in his hands and kissed him hard. He infused it with everything he felt for the man, some of which he didn’t have the heart to voice yet. Faolan wanted the life he knew he could give Gar. A normal life on some backwater planet where they could settle down and have some fun. Faolan brought to mind every dream and desire he had and willed Gar to feel the same. The kiss deepened as Gar pressed his tongue in deep and hugged him in a firm embrace. The concealed blades hidden beneath Gar’s jacket pressed hard into Faolan’s side. Danger and passion, all in one man. How could Faolan resist?

The kiss slowed and Faolan pulled back enough to run his hand along Gar’s forearm. He hummed pleasantly in his throat as he thumbed the blade guard.

“I want to see these in action,” he said softly against Gar’s lips. “Want to see what you can do.”

“Trying to sweet-talk me won’t work, Wolf.” Gar smiled before he nipped at Faolan’s chin. “I can’t talk you out of this, can I?”

“Nope.”

“Should I even bother trying?”

“Waste of time. We should start planning instead.”

“You know anything we try will most likely get us killed.” Gar cocked an eyebrow.

“Kill or be killed. Jason won’t back down now. You know it as well as I do.” Faolan ran his thumb along Gar’s cheekbone. “At least this way you can try to get some answers.”