18. Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Griffin

Fishing? I wasn’t sure if that was code or a euphemism for some other kind of debauchery. Or maybe Mike was being serious. He hadn’t mentioned his love of fishing before. Hell, I’m pretty sure fishing had never come up in a conversation at all. I didn’t even remember him talking about fishing with Fletcher when they were kids. Not that any of this meant anything, but still. I’m sure he was telling the truth because far as I knew Michael hadn’t lied to me about anything. Honestly, I was just happy he and Fletcher were working on their friendship and if that involved an afternoon of fishing, then so be it. They’d been friends for far too long to just let their years and years of history together turn to dust.

I was still grinning when I pulled into the parking lot for my condo. I found a spot in the shade and heard my phone ping with a new text. I looked at the screen and saw it was from Dagger and quickly opened it, thinking it must be serious.

Dagger: I want to thank you for taking care of the Fletcher and Mike situation. Job well done and the band is back on track again!

Me: Thanks but Fizzbo planned the meeting. All I did was deliver Mike on time.

Dagger: I think you play a much more significant role with Mike than what you’re admitting.

He knows about me and Michael?

Then again, he was in constant contact with Fizzbo, so I guess it made sense that Dagger knew the ongoing nitty-gritty of Chaos. But still, I’d never been one to have my private shit out there for others to offer unwanted opinions or judge my life. And this thing with Mike was new and special to me. I didn’t want to do or say anything to jeopardize what we were building.

Me: Are you okay with that?

Dagger: Don’t let it interfere with your job and it’ll be fine, but the security of our guys always comes first.

Me: I’d take a bullet for him.

Dagger: Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Enjoy your afternoon off.

Me: Thank you.

Holy shit. Dagger knew and he was okay with it. I was enormously relieved but I was also steadfast about protecting Mike or any of the guys in Chaos. I wouldn’t let them down. They would always come first over my place in Michael’s life. That was a fact.

It was a little after seven o’clock with the sun just starting to descend from the sky when I heard a knock at my door. I swung the door open and two blinding details hit me at once. The first was the enormous smile Michael wore that seemed to illuminate him in a golden light coming from above. The second crippling thing I noticed was the horrific stench wafting from him. The fumes hit me like a freight train and almost made me gag. He smelled like he’d spent the last several hours rubbing dead fish all over himself. It looked like it, too, since both his forearms, t-shirt, and pants were smeared with fish scales, guts, and blood. I could even see bits of it in his hair and on his face.

“Someone looks pleased with himself,” I commented while forcefully pinching my nostrils shut .

“We had a great time,” he said. “We fished and talked and talked and fished like we were teenagers all over again.”

“I’m happy you were able to get it all out on the table and discuss your issues,” I replied, still pinching my nose. “Did you manage to actually catch any fish? Or did you just rub a few already dead and bloated ones over yourself before tossing them back in the water?”

“Are you implying I stink?” he asked with his hands set on his hips as if I’d insulted him.

I motioned him inside and checked the hallway behind him. “The parade of flies following behind should have enlightened you to the smell you’re carrying,” I teased.

“Oh, come on! You wound me. It can’t be that bad,” he replied.

“Boots and clothing off,” I directed. “Leave everything right there on the mat and then I want you to shower that aromatic fresh hell out of your hair and off your skin.”

“Sounds like you just wanna see me naked,” Michael teased, and of course he was right, but I wasn’t going to admit it to him out loud.

He quickly toed off his boots and discarded his filthy t-shirt and jeans on top of his boots. Socks and boxers came next and then he was standing unashamedly naked in my living room. And, my god, he was a glorious sight to behold—even while smeared with disgusting crud I didn’t want to know what it was. If it smelled this bad, I couldn’t think of a universe where knowing the origin of such a stink would enhance my life. Nope, I think the best place for that filth was in the sewer pipe beneath my shower drain heading to the nearest treatment plant .

I watched his chiseled male form strut down my hall on his way to the big shower in my bedroom. Seeing the slight jiggle of his defined ass cheeks bounce on the way nearly stopped my heart. It should be illegal for him to walk around like this but I was damn happy it was me who was privy to the show.

I collected his dirty clothes from the floor and carried the pile to the washing machine located in a closet in the hallway. After adding detergent and starting the wash cycle, I joined Michael in the bathroom. He already had the water running to heat and was just about to step inside the glass enclosure. I stopped short at the sight of him standing naked with miles of tanned skin covering mountains of lean muscles bulging in all the right spots and a handful of colorful and intricate tattoos twisting around his arms and one thigh. I wanted to touch him everywhere and lick each inked design but not before he washed off the fish guts. No way in hell was I touching him until he was clean.

“Care to join me?” he asked.

My eyes continued to rake over him then settle on his groin. Trimmed dark pubic hair surrounded his long, thick cock which was filling and starting to point skyward from the heat of my perusal. My eyes were slow to lift but when my gaze finally met his, he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Any other time I’d already be in there with you, but you really need to get the fish off you first,” I explained. “But I’ll happily wait right here and talk to you while you get cleaned up.”

“You want to hear about my conversation with Fletcher, don’t you?” he questioned as he stepped under the pelting water .

“Only if you want—or if you can share it with me,” I said. “I don’t want you breaking any confidences with Fletcher.”

“He told me it was okay if I told you,” Michael said. I watched him squirt some of my bodywash into his palm and begin to lather his skin. For the first time since he walked into my condo stinking like dead fish, he was finally starting to smell fresh again—and so very lickable.

“I’m really happy you were able to talk things out,” I said. “It needed to happen. I hope you’re not upset with me that I had a hand in arranging that meeting.”

“Not in the least,” he said. “Had you not made that happen I don’t know how much longer we would have gone without talking about the issues.”

“Which were?” I verbally nudged him.

“Because I’ve been so blind to what’s been happening around me, I missed the signs that my brother was suffering,” Mike explained. “Apparently, Dallas’s father started riding him hard again about not living up to his full potential. This time around he brow-beat the idea of joining the Army into Dallas’s head. Apparently he caved to his father and left for boot camp almost a month ago. Fletcher hasn’t heard from him since.”

“I remember when I enlisted. We weren’t allowed to contact home until after we completed basic training, but eventually they lifted that rule. Fletcher will hear from him. He doesn’t need to worry,” I said. “Dallas will message him as soon as he can. ”

“I hope you’re right but for now, Fletch is going to have to get through the next few months without losing his mind,” Mike lamented.

“So, you two are good now?” I asked.

“Yeah, we’re good for the moment but we’re not done talking,” he explained. “We promised to keep each other in the loop, no matter what.”

“I’m happy for you,” I commented and then cleared my throat. “Did you tell him about me?”

His eyes met mine and I knew he understood what I was asking. Sometimes he was wise beyond his years but then he could slip right into acting like a complete juvenile on a dime if the situation allowed for it—sometimes he’d do it even if his timing was inappropriate. It was one of many things I loved about him. He was fearless of being himself, no matter how silly others might think he was being. To me, it looked a lot like freedom.

“I only told him a little bit,” Michael said as he washed his hair. “Basically that we’re together but I didn’t elaborate. It feels wrong to share something that’s so deeply personal to me. At least that’s how I feel.”

I couldn’t help myself from acting on the urge pushing to the surface—I simply had to touch him. I yanked on the glass door of the shower and grabbed hold of his slick arm to spin him to face me. My sudden movement seemed to shock him but before he could say anything, I pressed my mouth to his and kissed the ever-loving hell out of him right there under the stream of water coming from the spigot above us. I was quickly getting soaked with water but I didn’t care. My one thought was fully owning his lips and tongue.

“I don’t kiss and tell either, and I know you’ll use good judgment on how much to share with anyone. I trust you and I feel the same. This thing with you feels really…special, and talking about it with others feels like it would remove some of the shine from it. I like that it’s something just for us, but I’m not hiding the fact we’re together. I want people to know but in a respectful way.”

He tapped his forehead against mine. “Wow,” he sighed. “It looks like we’re on the same page.”

I dragged my fingers along his jawline and trembled from the friction of his whisker stubble against my callused finger pads. “Great minds, and all that,” I teased and took his mouth again.

Without pulling his lips from mine, Michael shut off the water and deepened our kiss. I didn’t know how long we stood there feasting on the other but it was bliss. I could do this all day, right here in the open doorway of the shower, but I wanted to stretch him out flat across my bed instead.

I broke the suction I had on him then turned to grab clean towel in the cabinet by the sink and handed it to Michael. He held my gaze while he stepped out of the shower and began to dry himself with the towel. His lips were kiss-swollen and his face flushed with a bit of pink in his cheeks that I knew I put there, and damn, that was powerful to know. The other detail I couldn’t miss was his very erect cock jutting skyward and leaking at the tip and I hadn’t even touched him yet. I made him that hard by just my kiss. It made me want to see how he’d react if I dropped to my knees and sucked him into my mouth.

“You look hungry for something,” he teased with a glint in his eyes and smirk on his face.

“I’m starved but make no mistake, it’s not for food,” I said to keep the flirting going.

“Am I on the menu?”

“You are the menu,” I replied. “You’re an entire all-you-can-eat buffet for me—and only me.”

“Is that so,” he said as a statement.

“Umhmm,” I nodded and dragged my gaze down to his groin and then back up to his face. “Your mouth is the appetizer,” I explained and brushed my lips to his. “Your body is the entree.” My fingers trailed down the length of his torso before I curled them around his balls, “And the cream you have waiting for me in here will be my dessert.”

Michael groaned low in his throat and bit my bottom lip. “You are a filthy fucker,” he whispered.

“You bring out the worst—or the best in me,” I said and snaked my tongue inside his mouth to tangle with his. Our kiss was brief because there was so much more I wanted to do to him but wanted to do so lying horizontal on my bed. I pulled back a bit and our eyes locked. The look on his face was positively lecherous and I absolutely loved it.

When he grinned like this, like he knew a dirty secret he wanted me to force him to reveal, two dimples appeared low on his cheeks by each end of his lips and my knees went weak. Jesus, those dimples were going to end me as were his sexy-ass facial expressions. I was fast becoming familiar with the meaning behind each of them, like the one he wore now. This particular look was all come hither and it was addictive as hell. Made me want so much more.

The heat wafting from his damp skin was hot enough to melt my bones and I loved the idea of combusting into flames with him. I reached for his hand and tugged him out of the bathroom and directly into my bedroom. I stopped next to the bed and made a show out of pushing him backward onto the mattress. He easily could have prevented himself from falling but he rolled with the motion, that sexy grin remained in place and his glorious cock still stood proud and tall. I couldn’t wait to get my hands—and mouth all over him.

He spread his arms and legs wide like a starfish on the sheets. “Boner-petite,” he said to goad me.

Just two silly, made-up words was all it took and I was ready to pounce on him. I tugged the wet t-shirt I wore over my head and unzipped my pants and pushed them to the floor along with my boxer briefs. Then I climbed on the bed and bracketed his hips and thighs with my folded legs and ground my erection against his. The friction was exquisite, just the right amount, and it was mind-melting good to be skin-on-skin.

“There’s nothing petite about your boner,” I said and licked a wet stripe across his bottom lip.

“Yeah, I got lucky in that department but your compliments will definitely get you into either of my holes,” Mike said and wrapped his hands around the back of my neck to pull me down and take my mouth.

“And if I want them both?” I asked when we came up for air.

“I won’t say no,” he answered. “I want you to make me yours, Griffin—all of me.”

A sound that could only be described as a feral growl escaped my mouth without my approval but that’s what Michael did to me. He wanted me to own all of him and now my brain was consumed with that thought. I couldn’t think about anything else.

I wanted exactly what he was offering.

All of him.

I wanted every last piece—including the tattered scraps he wasn’t aware he was still holding on to. I wanted all his smiles aimed at me, every one of his moods—including the grumpy, overwhelmed, and frustrating moods. I wanted to map every square inch of his skin with my tongue. I wanted his beautifully talented mind, I wanted to fill his heart with love on every level, and I absolutely wanted his ass to know my cock and only my cock.

The shocking thing? I wanted to give him exactly the same things in return. Especially my ass. In fact, I thought I might even want that first before I had his, but I knew Michael didn’t think I was ready to lose my cherry just yet. I knew I was ready—I’d been ready, but when the time was right it would just happen and I was certain he’d make it incredible for both of us.

I slid down his body a bit and settled in the cradle of his groin. The warmth of his cock and balls and the intense scent of man emanating from him had me buzzing like a live wire. The way his thighs flopped open for me in invitation had me on the edge of devouring everything he was offering.

Goddamn, I wanted him.

My fingers wrapped around his thighs and held on while my tongue dragged across his sac. I completely laved his balls until he was starting to fidget and moan, like he desperately needed me to suck his cock, but I had another destination in mind. To test the waters and see how he’d react, I flicked my tongue in his crease and over his hole.

“Holy fuckkk!” Michael shouted. “Please, give me more.”

How could I refuse a request like that? I dove in and ate him like I was experiencing the best meal of my life—and I probably was, because this was so far beyond good. What heightened it was the way Michael was losing his every-loving mind. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and shoved it under his ass, then managed to roll his hips back to give my lips and tongue more space to work. I licked and sucked him until I was ready to come myself and from the wanton way he was flopping around on the sheets and pulling on my hair, it was obvious he was riding the razor’s edge of climax as well.

I eased two fingers inside him and Michael’s pleas became louder and louder. I could feel his tight heat clamping down inside on my fingers and couldn’t wait to feel that on my dick .

“Condom. Lube. I need you. In me,” he muttered as if speaking in detailed sentences had become a challenge for him. Then again, the words he used more than explained his needs to me.

I smiled up at him from between his spread legs and added a third finger to fuck him with, scissoring them, and then finding his prostate to rub subtly with the perfect amount of friction. The added stimulation made his breath hitch and his thighs began to quiver. He watched me slowly work my fingers in and out of him, his gaze blazed with desire.

“Griffin, pleassseee…get a condom on!”

I chuckled low in my throat and stretched across the bed to retrieve a bottle of lube and a condom from the table beside the bed. I made quick work of tearing open the condom packet and squirting a healthy amount of lube in my palm. Some of the liquid slicked my shaft. The rest I smeared over Michael’s well-prepped hole and inside his channel. I was about to stretch out on top of him but he sat up quickly instead.

“On your back,” he directed. For a moment I wondered if he wanted me to put the condom on him and not on myself, but Michael clarified for me. “I want to ride you. It’s my favorite position.”

Well, who was I to say no to his favorite position? I rolled onto my back and watched him scramble to straddle my lap. He grabbed onto my shaft and held me steady while he positioned himself right at my tip. He exhaled slow and long while he gradually sat down to impale himself on me.

“Fuckkk, you’re biggg,” he said on an elongated sigh.

Feeling him slide down my shaft rendered me speechless. I couldn’t form a thought in my head or even manage a facial expression. I simply held onto his hips and hoped I wouldn’t die from the pleasure of this.

Did people actually stop breathing from sex that felt too good?

No way was I stopping but I didn’t want to become a medical statistic either by having a heart attack or a stroke. I just held myself still and let Michael use his leg muscles to lift himself up and down on top of my cock. Within seconds, we were both sweating and I was spiraling crazy-fast toward orgasm. But I couldn’t allow myself to come before Michael. I absolutely wanted him to get there before me. I spit in my hand then wrapped my fingers around his cock and began to jerk him. My movements were erratic at first but then I found a tempo that matched my thrusts perfectly. His fingers began to play with his nipples and his back arched in a beautiful arc. Watching him unravel like this stole my breath. He was stunning and wild, like he’d never experienced something this goddamn perfect. I knew that couldn’t be true because I knew some of his recent history with partners. But I wanted to believe this felt heavier to him and far more intimate than it did with anyone else.

I wanted this to be as special to him as it was to me.

One more downward stroke to his cock and I felt his channel begin to spasm around me, squeezing my cock in a steady cadence he might use on his drum kit. The first, hot blast of his load sprayed over my chest. Some splashed on my stomach, too, but the rest of his release exploding was hidden from me when he dropped forward to take my mouth in a searing kiss .

I thought I was melting, turning into a puddle of goo on the bed. Between my mouth being ravaged from his lips and tongue and my cock buried so deeply inside him, I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began, but it was glorious. I’d never felt more alive. I tunneled into him a few more times, my movements clumsy and out of sync now but it was enough for me to reach out and touch the heavens when I hit the precipice.

“Oh my fucking god!” I shouted and then growled when come filled my condom.

Michael kept swiveling his hips lazily on my dick like he was giving me the world’s filthiest lap dance and when my final aftershock rumbled through me, he collapsed on my chest again, his face comfortably tucked into the bend of my neck. I wrapped my arms around his slick back and held him tight to me. We were both panting and dripping sweat but so ridiculously sated and happy that I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up my throat and out through my mouth.

“That was so fucking good,” I said as I continued to try and slow my breathing.

“It was unbelievable,” he complimented. “Your cock is perfection—almost too big for me.”

He was making me feel like a porn star but I’d bet even adult film stars didn’t come as hard as I just did inside of Michael. I was going to have to hold on extra tight to him because there was no way in hell I was going to let go of someone who made me feel this good about myself.