Promises 2 (20 page)

Cayson didn’t admit the last time he’d used that thing Bush was in office. He never felt fulfilled by it. Most people used toys like that to spice things up in their bedroom. Cayson had used it to make up for the lack of anyone in his bedroom.

“I’m going to take real good care of this beautiful ass, Cays. And as soon as I feel I can control myself, I’m going to fuck it until you’re begging me to stop.”

“God,” Cayson gasped and clamped down on Quick’s thick finger as he pressed inside his heat. His body began to tremble and Quick wasn’t even up to the first knuckle.

“Easy baby. I got you.” Quick was lying next to him, while Cayson lay flat on his stomach, eagerly accepting what was being offered.

Quick pumped the tip of his finger, and Cayson flinched when he felt more lube run down his seam. With their faces only inches apart, Quick leaned in for a kiss. “Does that feel good?”

“Mmm hmm.” Was all Cayson could articulate.

“I need to hear you, Cays.”

Quick sank his blunt finger in inch by inch until he hit Cayson’s gland, making his hips rise off the bed of their own volition. “Ohhh, fuuuck.” His goddamn prostate. He’d begun to wonder if it still worked.

“That’s it. I wanna hear you.” Quick climbed back on top of Cayson, slowly fucking his ass with one finger, while he bent down and sucked the head of Cayson’s dick, which lay, red and throbbing, between his thighs.

He thought Quick was new to this, but the man ate his ass and fingered him like a pro. His big hunter was a natural. Cayson humored himself to think Quick was made just for him, since no other man ever had him. Well, he had no intention of letting a man like Quick get away if he could help it.

“Turn around,” Cayson gasped, his orgasm so close to the surface he had to stop and take a few gulps of air. Quick was making him feel so good. By the time he pulled his head out of the clouds, he realized that he was taking all the pleasure for himself. Just because he’d had selfish lovers in the past, it didn’t mean he was one. He wanted to taste Quick so bad. Make him yell for him – make him come undone.

“I don’t need anything,” Quick said huskily. “I just wanna please you.”

“Then let me taste you,” Cayson said, rolling to his side.

Quick slowly pulled his finger from Cayson’s ass and turned and brought his pelvis closer to Cayson’s face.

“Are you sure, Cays?” Quick asked again.

He loved that Quick was being a respectful gentleman, but he really didn’t need to keep asking him that. Cayson was more than sure, especially when Quick’s cock was knocking against his chin. First thing that caught Cayson’s attention was Quick’s appealing masculine smell. It made him push his nose up under those heavy balls and breathe in a deep gust of that wonderful fragrance, wanting it all over his body and his bedding.

It took a little maneuvering for them to get in the classic sixty-nine position, but as soon as they did, Quick tucked Cayson into his chest and went back after his hole. Cayson shook as he licked at the wide, blushed crown of Quick’s thick cock. It was a decent length, but it was the girth that made Cayson’s mouth water. Opening as wide as he could, Cayson took in as much of that wide cut cock his mouth would allow, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard when he pulled off. Quick’s body jerked on the bed and his ass-eating technique faltered, but it only made Cayson work harder. His sounds were obscene as he licked and slurped nosily around the base, his nose twitching against the wiry hairs there.

“Cays, fuck! You’re gonna make me come.”

“Yes,” Cayson moaned, and filled his mouth again.

Quick spit around Cayson’s hole and plunged his finger back inside while he did the exact same thing to Cayson’s dick that he was doing to his.

“Gonna come,” Cayson gasped. He jerked Quick a couple times, feeling the shaft expand in his fist. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”

Quick pushed hard on the spongy gland buried in Cayson’s channel, making him come harder than he ever had in his life. “Rome! Ahh, god!”

The first jet of hot come burst from Cayson’s cock so fast and forceful, he almost bucked Quick off of him. It must’ve surprised Quick, too; because he pulled off Cayson’s dick and pumped his shaft as the rest of his come hit him on his chin and his chest. It looked so damn erotic. His come coating his lover. He’d just barely finished, his orgasm still wrenching tiny spasms of pleasure from him, when Quick yelled his own warning before he flooded Cayson’s mouth with his essence. However, Cayson didn’t let a drop get away. He wanted all of Quick for as long as he could.

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“Goddamnit.” Quick grunted again, when the last of his tremors wracked his big frame. His head spun like he’d just gotten off his favorite ride. He guessed technically he did. Now he needed Cayson’s mouth. He squirmed, reared, and twisted until his feet were back at the foot of the bed and he and Cayson were kissing and murmuring to each other again. Their noses bumped and nudged while they went at each other from every angle. The eagerness of their connection was gone now that they were sated, replaced by delicate, slow fingertips fleetingly dancing over flushed skin. The gestures were so loving and comforting that Quick was fully relaxed in a lover’s embrace for the first time in ages.

“Sleep,” Quick said after a few minutes of just hugging.

“Okay.” Cayson got up and went to the bathroom and Cayson watched that sexy, pale ass sway naturally all the way until the bathroom door closed.
Joe, you are one dumb ass motherfucker.

Quick took the time to go downstairs and double check the doors. He took his 9mm from under the pillow on the couch and brought it upstairs. That showed how much his head was completely focused on Cayson, because he’d never left his gun anywhere. He hurried back upstairs when he heard the water shut off, anxious to sleep in Cayson’s comfortable bed instead of on that couch. He pushed the weapon under the pillow closest to the stairs. If Cayson was used to sleeping on this side, he was going to have to get used to sleeping on the inside. If anyone came into his doctor’s home, they’d have to get through him to get to him.

Cayson ignored what side Quick was lying on and climbed over him to settle in. With one arm tucked under his pillow, keeping his burner close, he let Cayson curl into his side. He leaned down and kissed the top of Cayson’s head. “Night, Cays.”

Cayson’s reply was music to his ears. “Mmm. Night, Rome.”

Quick

Quick hadn’t slept so soundly in a long time. He peeked an eye open just enough to see it was daybreak. It was definitely early, because the warm, orange glow from the sunrise was filtering through the blinds. His internal time clock told him it wasn’t even six yet.

“It’s Saturday, go back to sleep,” Cayson mumbled against Quick’s pec, where his head had remained the entire night.

Quick rumbled a content agreement in his chest and Cayson snuggled up closer. He threw his leg up higher on Quick’s body, bumping his morning wood.

“Well.” Cayson chuckled sleepily. “Good morning.”

“See what you do to me,” Quick said, rolling into Cayson’s warmth.

“I’m pretty sure that would happen whether I was here or not.”

“True. But I don’t usually do anything about it.”

“Are you saying you want to?”

Quick hugged Cayson. “Nope. I just want to lay here with you a little while longer. That’s all I need.”

“What if I want to?” Cayson challenged cheekily.

“Then I’m all yours.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Quick propped one knee up, the sheets pooling and tenting between his legs. He put his hands behind his head and reclined back to wait. He’d wait all damn day. He had a mind to pull out his phone and go back to the YouTube channel where he’d found that porno, but shook his head. He was going to do whatever felt good. He knew the important stuff. Be considerate, use a condom, lots of lube, and stretch Cayson properly before he dared to penetrate him.

Damn, if Duke wasn’t with Vaughan, Quick would be throwing questions at his best friend like a ninja threw knives, but it was too awkward. Through the whole conversation, he’d be too busy to take notes, because he’d be consumed with trying not to picture Duke doing those things to his son. So it was just him and the World Wide Web.

Quick’s dick was still rock hard, as if it knew it had a job to do. He grinned to himself thinking about what he and Cayson could do today. He hoped the man wasn’t ready to send him home yet. Quick didn’t want to wear out his welcome – as his grandfather used to say – but they still had a lot of learning and talking to do. Quick hadn’t wanted to broach the subject of his rough childhood or his job too much at dinner. Some of the details could be scary, so he’d taken Vaughan’s advice and tried to be a good listener. He’d only told Cayson why he became a bounty hunter, and then he moved off that topic as fast as he could. Quick heard the shower turn on, and groaned, mildly annoyed. “You already smell fine, Cays.” Rolling his eyes, he slid his jeans on over his bare ass and fought to shove his erect dick inside the confined space as well. He was thirsty and in need of caffeine. His mouth was dry and tasteless from the scotch last night, and the thought of nasty morning breath had him up and in search of some flavor to coat his cottonmouth.

He wanted to put on a pot of coffee, but noticed Cayson had one of those one-cup machines just like Duke and Vaughan. “No one appreciates a good ole fashioned coffee pot anymore. Maybe I want more than one cup. Ever thought of that, Keurig people?” Popping a k-cup in the top, Quick’s head jerked up in surprise when Cayson’s doorbell rang, disturbing his rant on modern kitchen appliances.

“Who the fuck? At this time of morning?” Quick left his coffee and went toward the front door. Chancing a look up at Cayson’s room, he could hear the water running in the bathroom. He took a peek through the side window and saw Dr. Joe standing on Cayson’s porch with two cups of coffee in a drink carrier and a bag of donuts from a bakery Quick recognized. A place that he’d deemed too expensive and bougie for him.

Quick flung the door open, wanting to give the prick a good look at his appearance. No shirt, no underwear, sleep-rumpled hair. He knew the anesthesiologist was smart enough to put two and two together.

“What are you doing here?” they said in unison.

“I was invited,” Quick said fast, his anger rising slowly, but steadily. Couldn’t this guy take a hint?

“Where is Dr. Chauncey?”

Quick smiled a devious smile that would rival Lucifer’s. “He’s in the shower.”

Dr. Joe turned his lip up in disgust as he eyed Quick up and down. “You know you’re really starting to get on my nerves.”

“Good,” Quick countered. “Because you’re already on mine.”

Joe squinted and stared at Quick. “I know who you are, Roman Webb. I know your business. Your business partners. Your son.”

“Are you trying to die?” Quick asked Joe, moving his head from side to side, the sound of the joints cracking in his neck were loud enough to be heard next door, but remarkably, it didn’t intimidate Joe.

“You going to kill me, bounty hunter?”

“I will if you mention my boy again.” Quick stepped outside until he and Joe were only inches apart. He had to say he was pretty surprised that the considerably smaller man didn’t back down or advert his dark brown eyes. “I’ve been giving you the benefit of the doubt, Ana, because of my respect for Cays. But make no mistake—”

“Why do they call you Quick?” Joe cut in smugly. “That’s not a reference to your stamina in the bedroom, is it?”

“Nope. And if you don’t believe me I’m sure Cayson could answer that question better.”

“So, why Quick?” Joe almost raised his voice, his composure dwindling right along with Quick’s willpower.

“Because I’m quick to whip a motherfucker’s ass if he fucks with me or anyone I love.”

“Love?” Joe scoffed. “What would a thug like you know about love?”

“What would a scared-ass-too-fuckin-old-to-be-a-daddy’s-boy like you know about it?”

Joe huffed an agitated breath. “Cayson and I make sense. You and Cayson don’t. Leave him alone so he can think clearly, if you really like him. You’re nothing more than a huge distraction for him and a threat to his prestigious career. Do you think he could show up with you on his arm at the Physician’s Annual Gala?”

“Can he show up with you?”

Quick liked Joe’s reaction to his last jab, because the closeted man knew his answer was no.

“Enough bologna,” Joe said through clenched teeth, his nostrils flaring wider than an enraged bull. “How much?”

“Excuse me?” Quick asked, surprised at those words. There was no way this guy was going to do what Quick thought he was.

“You heard me, you over-sized brute. How much? How much to make you disappear? My family is very rich. I could make you rich, too.”

Quick wondered if Cayson knew what type of jerk he’d been calling a friend all this time. Shaking his head in complete dismissal, he answered Joe the only way he knew how to keep a lid on his anger. He used humor. “It’s too hard being rich in America… taxes, ya know what I mean? Am I right, Ana?”

“Stop calling me that, and I’m not joking!”

“I’m not, either,” Quick growled.