Chapter Eighteen

Ever so gently, Kellum raised his hand and cupped the side of Creed’s face.

The prickly feel of the man’s shadowed jaw tickled his palm. He trailed his fingertips through the coarse hair and one finger over Creed’s lips, first the bottom, then the top. His eyes tracked his hand and he slowly blinked before lifting his lips upward, letting his eyes drift over Creed’s face. He chewed on his own lip, swallowed, and then brushed one finger again over Creed’s bottom lip.

A muscle ticked in Creed’s jaw.

Kellum wet his own bottom lip with his tongue, then drew it between his teeth. Creed made a sound halfway between a growl and a moan and then muttered something that sounded like driving me crazy. He couldn’t be sure, because the words were spoken so deep, so raspy and guttural, they came out garbled. He took it as a good sign and moved his palm from Creed’s jaw to slide his fingers upward and cleave them through the man’s dark hair, luxuriating in the thick yet soft feel. He gripped the back in a fist and then lifted his head.

Eyes the color of blue smoke burned into his.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

Creed needed no further invitation. And this might be all kinds of regret later, but he wanted Kellum, pure and simple. If this was all Kellum ever allowed them, Creed would take it and deal with any consequences later.

Creed brushed the back of his finger at the opening of Kellum’s button down shirt and flicked open one button. Kellum’s breath hitched and Creed slowly slipped one side of the shirt down, baring one shoulder. He crooked his finger beneath Kellum’s chin and tilted the man’s head back, exposing his sleek throat and the top of his chest through the open shirt. There wasn’t an ounce of hair that Creed could see anywhere and it was a fucking turn on. He lowered his lips and kissed Kellum’s Adam’s apple before sliding his mouth down along his vulnerable throat.

Kellum gasped and tightened his fingers in his hair, keeping him locked tight. Creed smiled against the slender man’s skin. He wasn’t going anywhere. Cupping his hands beneath Kellum’s ass, he stood in one powerful move. Kellum wrapped his arms and legs around him and hung on while Creed walked through the living room flipping off lights as he went. Reaching his bedroom, he flipped the lock after shutting the door and then walked over to the edge of the bed.

“See?” Creed pointed to a small monitor. “It gives a clear view of the kids’ room with sound in case either of them wakes up.”

Please God, let them sleep. Kellum sent up the silent wish and then tightened his grip on Creed.

He couldn’t hang on for long and a squeak sound left his throat when he was tossed on the bed. He bounced a few times and then laughed, holding up one leg.

Creed tugged off his shoes and socks before bending down to untie his own combat boots and chucking them. Then Creed was back, roaming up and over him and Kellum placed his hands on Creed’s chest.

“Hmm?” Creed said, meeting his eyes.

“No regrets?”

“None, you?” Creed squinted.

“No, I just want to make sure you won’t take this back.”

“Not in this lifetime.” Creed slightly tipped his head to the side. “Nor the next.”

Kellum’s lips quirked as he fought to hide his smile. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because, darlin’, I’ve been waiting years for this.”

Kellum laughed. “We haven’t known each other years.”

“That’s just math.”

“But wh—”

Whatever else Kellum wanted to say was cut off when Creed dropped his head and took the man’s parted lips in a soft, brushing kiss. Frantically, Kellum’s hands pulled up on the hem of his t-shirt and Creed broke the kiss just long enough to pull the shirt up and over his head. He reached down and unbuttoned the rest of Kellum’s shirt and pushed the material aside to roam his mouth over the skin of his chest and his collar bone. Kellum’s hands moved over his chest, combing through the hair there and then trailing down his abs.

Licking his way upward, Creed locked their mouths together in a slow, languid kiss. Kellum’s tongue swept out and licked at his lower lip and Creed parted his lips, allowing Kellum to sweep in and taste. He sucked at the younger man’s lips and brushed kisses until they were swollen and red. The man’s bright blue eyes were filled with so much hunger.

Lifting up, Creed broke the kiss and yanked off their pants along with briefs, leaving them naked. He looked his fill.

“Supplies?” Kellum panted, his hands racing up Creed’s forearms, over his shoulders, and then down the front of him.

Creed grunted, leaned over, and lifted out condoms and lube from his nightstand near the bed and tossed them to the mattress near Kellum’s head. He dipped down again and ran his teeth over Kellum’s jaw before closing his mouth on the man’s throat.

“Prepared like a Boy Scout,” Kellum gasped out, arching beneath Creed’s tugging suck.

“Something like that, although it’s been a while.”

“Me too.” Kellum wriggled on the bed.

“Do you want to slow down?” Creed muttered, hovering his mouth an inch over Kellum’s lips.

“No!” the man said, closing the distance between them, biting at his lips before sucking. Creed took the man’s mouth in another bone-crushing kiss.

Creed slid a hand along the inside of his arm, brushing it down his side before cupping the back of one thigh and lifting his leg slowly. Kellum’s legs parted and Creed settled his weight between his thighs. Kellum groaned and thrashed when their groins pressed together, he felt every inch of Creed’s long, thick cock rubbing against his with a sensuous rhythm that had him undulating.

His body was toyed with like a master and Kellum could do nothing but hang on. Creed dumped lube on his fingers and lifted up. Kellum parted his legs and Creed slipped his fingers along the crack of Kellum’s ass. Kellum sucked in a quick breath at the warm, sensuous touch. Panting, he twisted, trying to get closer and Creed’s head snapped up, hunger in the gray depths of his eyes. The man took his mouth in a hard, bruising kiss and breached his ass with one finger and then two. Kellum’s fingers curled into the hair on Creed’s chest and he moaned into the man’s mouth—he could do nothing but groan beneath the double onslaught of tongue and fingers inside him.

They kissed wildly, raw need that had been building for longer than Kellum could remember. Creed pushed another finger into his ass and Kellum dove his fingers into the man’s hair, caressing him and stroking him. He fought for air until Creed finally lifted his mouth and stroked that knot of nerves deep.

“Creed, now. Fuck. Now.”

The big man ignored him and continued caressing him deep until he pressed his back to the pillow and tossed his head back and forth. He clutched at Creed’s arms, then shoulders, pulling at the man who was too big for him to budge. Kellum groaned when those talented fingers continued for several more moments.

“Creeeeeed,” he hissed.