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by Avril Ashton

“Learning you,” Is murmured. “Need to learn your body.” He reached behind and pulled apart Reggie’s cheeks.

“Shit.” Reggie panted. “You’re off to a good start.”

“You had stuff in here.” Is tapped at Reggie’s hole.

“My fingers,” Reggie managed to choke out. “And a cucumber.”

Is’ lips curved. “Mustn’t forget the cucumber.” He looked behind him on the mattress then snatched up the lube and the one lonely gold foil packet. “I want to put my fingers here.” Another tap.

Reggie’s body contracted. And I want you to put your fingers there. But all he managed was a croak. “Yes.”

Is removed his hand and they both watched, Reggie transfixed, as Is squirted lube onto one finger and reached between Reggie’s legs, past his balls. He hissed when the cool lube came in contact with his skin.

Is pushed into him, slowly. Reggie sank his fingers into Is’ shoulder and widened his stance. “Slowly. Ah God.” Is didn’t have to work too hard to get that finger in there, not after Reggie had a fucking cucumber up there. “Is.” He was panting, shaking, rocking back on the finger. “More. Give me— Fuck!”

Two fingers. He inhaled then let it out, head thrown back, muscles contracting around Is’ fingers.

“Snug as fuck. Scorching, too.” Is retreated then thrust forward. Repeating the action again and again. Until Reggie was sinking down onto his digits, feverish. “And not just in there, Reg.”

“God.” He dripped pre-cum onto the tops of Is’ thighs. “Want you.” He pulled Is’ face into his stomach. “Want you.”

Is bent and blew across Reggie’s wet crown. He almost jumped out of his skin.

“Shit!”

The digits inside him burrowed deeper, making Reggie sweat and arch, riding them with no thought for anything else. Yes, it had felt damn good when he’d done it to himself. But this was beyond.

“Is.” Reggie grabbed his balls, squeezing them in an attempt to slow down the climax rushing up from his toes. “Is.” He sounded lost, pleasure a haze over his eyes and mind.

Is’ fingers disappeared then something else was back there, pushing at Reggie’s tight entrance. He looked down. Is circled the base of his latex-covered cock and was knocking at Reggie’s hole, requesting entry.

Reggie met Is gaze and touched him, his left hand cupping the right side of Is jaw, his thumb sliding over Is’ bottom lip. The tattoo he had there, a bull’s-eye on the area between his thumb and forefinger stretched wide. Then Is bit him as Reggie slid down on him, taking him inch by hard, thick-veined inch.

Every inch Is sank into him, he bit Reggie’s thumb harder, until the pain in Reggie’s ass and in his fingers became one and the same, blocking out everything but feeling. That sensation ruled all and Reggie fell into it with a deep belly groan.

“Is.” His lover sank balls deep into him. “You feel good.” He clamped his muscles down around Is, watched his lashes flutter and his Adam’s apple move. “Feel so good.”

“Ride me.” Is’ hoarse rasp scratched its way down Reggie’s spine.

He pushed at Is’ shoulder and when he toppled back on the bed, Reggie was on him, knees on either side of his body, keeping him trapped, locked, where he wanted Is. He lowered himself then lifted up, moving up and down. Riding Is even though that shit made his thighs tremble from the exertion, made his stomach muscles tighten. He wouldn’t be bouncing on the dick anytime soon, but the pain had blended into the pleasure, allowing him some freedom of movement. He leaned forward and kissed Is, putting his thumb back in his mouth. They kissed, tongues side-stepping his thumb as he ground on Is, his heavy cock jerking between them.

The mattress bounced, bed creaking as Is thrust up and Reggie slammed down on him, moaning, grunting at the feel of him. He lifted his other hand, blindingly touching Is’ chest until he found a nipple and he pinched, rolling it between his fingers.

Is flinched.

“Fuck.” Is cursed into his mouth. “Don’t want this to end. Nothing like this, Reg. Never felt anything like this.” He took Reggie’s cock in his hot, rough palm and stroked him. Hard and without any rhythm, but none of that mattered because Reggie’s eyes were already crossing.

“Fuck. Is.” He yelled out the warning, but Is ignored it.

One hand on Reggie’s hip, the other on his dick, Is urged him on, stroking him while thrusting up into him. Every so often his cock head would knock at Reggie’s sweet spot and make him gasp.

“God. God.” The word was a chant, a pant, a cry. “I can’t—” He couldn’t hold off the inferno bearing down on him. “Fuck.” He smashed his face in Is’ shoulder as he came, cum exploding from him as if he’d been without an orgasm for ages.

“Fucking good.” Is held him, that one hand still on Reggie’s dick and the other at his nape, holding him as he thrust up. Once. Twice then he froze, lips parting on a low groan. The cock inside Reggie throbbed and throbbed, melding perfectly with his heartbeat.

He wrapped both hands around Is’ shoulders and kissed his neck. Is tugged his head back and when Reggie lifted heavy eyelids to look at him, Is caught Reggie’s face in his hands. Staring at Reggie while they panted.

“You know me, how I roll.”

Reggie swallowed a question and simply nodded, allowing Is to lead him where the conversation was headed.

“There’s a reason I’ve kept my shit simple. Why I play, but never stay.” His gaze turned somber, serious, alarming Reggie.

“Is—”

“I never want to be attached to anything I can’t walk away from.” He brushed his lips over Reggie’s. “I’ve had a lifetime of loss, but in my business I’m prepared to lose more. Always more. Except you. I will never be prepared to lose you.”

Reggie shook his head. “You won’t lose me. Is, I lo—”

Is kissed him, robbing him of his declaration of love. Reggie smiled into the almost desperate kiss, both elbows over Is’ shoulder as he cupped the back of his head and got swept up in the wet tongue action. When he absolutely had to breathe, he broke away, grinning as he panted.

He reached up and thumbed Is’ bottom lip. “I—”

“You taste…like you.” Is swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. “Intoxicating.” Then he kissed Reggie again, stealing his words once again. Reggie almost succumbed until he wised up. He pushed against Is’ chest.

“Mm.” When they broke away he glared at Is. “You’re trying to silence me.”

“Yes.” He didn’t sound or look repentant.

“I don’t have to say the words because you know. You feel it like I feel it,” Reggie said. “So…” He brushed his lips over Is’ jaw and lips. “You already know.”

“Me too,” Is whispered. He stared deeply into Reggie’s eyes. “You already know.”

* * * *

A door slammed. Reggie came awake in a rush, lurching upright, eyes still closed. He didn’t have to open them to know it was daylight. He also didn’t have to look to know he was alone in the bed.

Motherfuck that Is. He was going to find Is and strangle that son of a bitch. Swear to God. He flopped back onto the mattress, only to get right back up when voices reached his ears. Male and female. He opened his eyes and glanced around. No clothes. At least none of Is’ clothes, though he did spy some of the buttons that had fallen off his shirt last night.

Last night. Now there was a thought rife with all kinds of delicious memories.

Reggie rolled off the bed onto a crouch and stood, stretching and scratching his lower belly. His morning wood was set and ready to go, not at all affected by last night’s…activities. He searched through his underwear drawer and pulled on a pair of red boxer briefs, before rushing to the bathroom to do a quick brush and gargle.

With the cinnamon mouthwash burning the ever-living fuck out of his mouth, he made the hurried trek from his bedroom to the living room.

“So tell him I stopped by.”

He stood off to the side as Kezia sm
iled at Is. “I’m right here.”

She spun and waved. “Reggie! Your…friend gave me my clothes. You look good.” She eyed him up and down, and he resisted the urge to cover his crotch.

Over in the kitchenette area, Is leaned against the counter with just his jeans on, upper half bare, a smirk on his face.

Reggie frowned at him before turning back to Kezia. “You look good, too.”

“Well, I gotta go, but if you ever need me,” she looked at Is then Reggie through her lashes. “You know where I’m at.” She pivoted then marched toward the door.

“Uh. Yeah.” He watched her walk out the apartment then waited until the door clicked close behind her before swinging his attention to Is. “What was that?”

Is shrugged, but that smirk remained intact. “Your girl came by to get her clothes. You should have told me she’d spilled food all over herself, instead of me thinking some other shit.”

Reggie shrugged. “You didn’t ask.” He went over to Is. “You told her about us?” He wasn’t upset, he just wanted to be sure.

“I answered your door like this,” Is motioned to his body, “then you come out looking like you’ve been fucked all night. She’s a bright girl.”

“Shut up.” He yanked Is to him by a belt loop. “You’re here,” he whispered while drowning in his dark gaze.

Is lifted an eyebrow. “It is dawn. Said I’d be here and I meant it.” He hugged Reggie, tucking his face against his throat. “For all the dawns.”

Wow. Reggie had nothing so he simply eased back and brought their lips together. Is took control pretty quickly, deepening it, and Reggie moaned into his mouth, butterflies rioting in his stomach.

His ringing phone was the only thing guaranteed to make Reggie give up sucking on Is’ tongue. Is groaned in protest, but Reggie ignored him and raced back to the bedroom, grabbing the phone from where it had fallen underneath the bed.

He didn’t recognize the number. “This is Reggie.”

“Heard you want to have a face to face.”

He stopped in the process of walking back to the kitchen. “Vega.”

The low chuckle had Reggie’s hackles rising. “The one and only. How soon can you get to the ATL?”

“Tomorrow.”

“I’ll contact you then.” The line went dead.

Reggie found Is doubled over, peering into the fridge with one hand on his knee. “That was Vega.”

Is was instantly on alert, straightening and facing Reggie. “And?”

“We’re all set. Told him we’d meet tomorrow.”

Is narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

“Because we need today to strategize. What’s the plan once I reach ATL?”

“No.” Is shook his head. “I already told you, you’re not going alone.”

Now Reggie was the one looking at him funny. “He expects me there.”

“Then we’ll both be there. I’m coming with you, and we’ll leave for Atlanta in a few hours, right after I meet with my crew.” Reggie stared at him until he asked, “What?”

“Is this because we made love, because you had your dick up my ass? Because I’m not feeling this.”

“Two things.” Is held up two fingers. “This is my fight and I should be the one involved in this from jump. It’s not about trusting you because I think I’ve put that to bed along with your well-fucked ass last night.”

Reggie smacked him upside the head. “Fool.”

“I hated that I had to send Tek in my place, you know that. You know I like getting down in the trenches with mine. This is my shit. I need to clean it up.”

He knew that, and respected the hell out of Is for it, too. “Okay.” Reggie crossed his arms over his chest. “What’s two?”

Is took a huge step away from Reggie. “It is also because of last night. I meant what I said. I’m not losing you so wherever you go, I’m your shadow.”

Reggie didn’t know how he felt about that so he ignored it outright. “You saying you’ll be having the meet with Vega.”

“I’m the one who’s been operating in his territory.”

Reggie scowled.

“It is what it is, Reg. And if I want us to get back to us without having to worry about those idiots down there fucking with my money, then I have to do this.”

Damn it. He made sense. “Okay.”

Is snagged Reggie’s wrist and pulled him until they were chest to chest once again. “How about some real breakfast from Gloria’s, not the crap you have in your fridge?”

He could do with a hearty Jamaican breakfast, but Reggie just shrugged. “That works.”

“One last thing.” Is’ face went serious. “I have no problems letting people know who we are to each other, but there are some things I just can’t do. I need you to know. I won’t be holding your hand while we walk down Nostrand or Church Avenue. PDA’s will be on a case by case basis. And—”

Reggie kissed him to shut him up, smiling when Is moaned. “You talk too much.”

Chapter Seventeen

“What time is the meet?”

Next to Is in the super-soft private jet seat, Reggie spoke without opening his eyes. “Five, tomorrow evening.” Before they got on the plane they had a meeting with Is’ men out in Queens, letting them know he’d be out of pocket for a few days. He’d left some of his trusted men in charge of things and only brought Tek along.

Is’ shoulders brushed Reggie’s when he shifted. “So we have some time to chill.”

“We do.” Reggie opened his eyes to glance at him. “You have something in mind?”

A wicked gleam sparked in the depths of Is’ dark eyes. “I might.” He winked then shot a look down the length of the plane before leaning forward and kissing Reggie’s neck.

Reggie flinched away, even though that was the last thing he wanted to. “Stop. Tek is right there.” He nodded over to where Tek sat with his back to them, speaking on his cell.

“He’s not watching,” Is murmured into Reggie’s skin. “And even if he did, Tek is the last person we should worry about.”

Reggie swallowed a gasp when Is bite into his shoulder. His cock hardened and he reached out, grabbing the back of Is’ head. “Tek—” He lost his train of thought when Is’ tongue traced a wet trail up to his left ear. “Shit.” He cleared his throat then tried again. “Tek plays for the same team?” He had no idea.

Is grunted. “Fuck. Tek plays for all the teams.” He slid a hand under Reggie’s t-shirt, calloused palm drawing goose bumps on Reggie’s skin.

Their surroundings fell away and Reggie gave in with a low groan, throwing his head back and Is pinched his nipples and bit into his neck before letting his tongue soothe the ache. It was a futile thing, trying to soothe Reggie’s need for what Is delivered so effortlessly. He grasped Is by his nape and brought their faces together.

Is licked his lips and before his tongue was back in his mouth, Reggie latched on, sucking on him as Is’ blunt nails scratched down his torso. Reggie deepened the kiss, cupping Is’ ass with one hand.

They’d been like this since they left his apartment. He found Is liked touching him and Reggie had absolutely no problem with that. He much preferred them like this, Is’ hands on him, his tongue down Is’ throat. He groaned, certain Tek could hear it from where he sat.

Speaking of Tek.

Reggie broke the kiss with a moan. “Control yourself, son.”

Is grinned, lips wet. “I’m the only one out of control?” He lurched forward and caught Reggie’s bottom lip with his teeth.

Shit. Reggie almost came like that. Is speared him with a knowing look, gaze seeing directly into Reggie’s soul. It was easy. This. Them. He’d been scared for nothing. He pulled Is closer to him, caressing the back of his head. Is’ nostrils flared and he released Reggie’s lip without moving away.

“You good?”

“Yeah.” Reggie nodded, clearing his throat. “I’m good. Wassup with you?”

A slow smile spread across Is’ face and he
pressed his erection into Reggie’s hip. “Only one thing that’s up.” He glanced down their bodies. “Anything you want to do about it?”

Reggie barked a laugh. “I’m not about to drop to my knees with Tek a few feet away. An audience doesn’t really work for me.”

Is pouted, but Reggie knew he felt the same.

“Yo, Is.”

They detangled themselves at Tek’s voice, springing apart to sit next to each other. Reggie was still hard as was Is. Hopefully Tek wouldn’t be looking at their crotches.

“I’ve got my man to pick us up from the airport,” Tek said as he came into view. He sat in the chair opposite them, elbows on his knees, phone still in his hand.

“You trust this dude?” Reggie asked.

Tek nodded. He didn’t seem to take offense to Reggie’s question. “Yeah, Joe is good peoples. He’s just gonna pick us up and drop us off at the hotel anyway.” The Chinese-American was a gorgeous son of a bitch, with a tight body and the cutest ass. Reggie couldn’t help checking him out. He’d never really seen Tek ruffled.

“Cool,” Is said.

Reggie got to his feet. “I’m gonna go check in with Edmond.” He walked away as Tek spoke again.

“So…you and Reggie, huh?”

Reggie froze and spun around. He was far enough away that neither man could see him without getting to their feet, but he could hear them. His heart shot into his throat as he waited for Is’ response.

“Huh?”

Tek chuckled. “Huh? I saw you two, sucking on each other’s face.”

Is and Tek went way back to Riker’s Island. Is respected Tek, and Reggie didn’t know how Tek knowing about them would impact Is.

“Yeah.” Feet shuffled and the buttery-colored leather seat squeaked when Is sat back. “Me and Reggie.”

Reggie leaned against the wood paneling near the cockpit. His knees holding him up was suddenly in doubt. Is had confirmed it. The first time since everything went down at Reggie’s place. He hadn’t expected it and he actually would not have been angry, but this was so much better.