“Yeah. Just need to hear you say it, sweetheart.” With those words, he gripped Aaron’s hips and pulled almost all the way out then thrust fully back in, holding his cock deep in his lover’s ass before pulling out and pressing in again. He dug his fingers into Aaron’s skin, firming his hold, increasing the speed of his hips.
“Harder, baby,” Aaron growled, his knuckles turning white from the grip he had on the tree trunk.
“Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good.” He canted his hips, changing his angle as he kept plunging in and out of Aaron’s searing heat.
“Need you deeper. Make me come.” Aaron lifted his leg and placed his foot on a large lava rock, allowing him better access.
Kreed took full advantage of the position and slammed wildly into his church boy’s body. “Fuck! I can’t last.”
He palmed Aaron’s cock and stroked the rigid length in time to his thrusts. Aaron’s ass tightened and clenched around him. So fucking good!
“Oh shit! Oh shit! Yess…right there, Sin.” Aaron cried out as he came, his ass fluttering, sucking Kreed in, squeezing and milking his orgasm from him as his lover’s release warmed his fingers and hand. Kreed slammed into Aaron one last time, pulling his lover back on his cock at the same time he thrust forward.
“So fucking deep in you, Aaron.” Heat ignited in his spine and burned up the base of his skull before detonating in his balls with such force Kreed saw fireworks. Kreed’s jaw clenched, his thighs stiffened, and knees wobbled as he emptied his load deep in Aaron’s contracting ass. He kept thrusting through his release, his legs threatening to collapse under him.
The pounding in his ears quieted. The birds and sounds of the ocean grew louder as he calmed from his orgasm and his body recovered. He gripped the end of the condom and withdrew from Aaron, who immediately turned and embraced him.
“This is paradise.” Aaron squirmed against him as Kreed tied off the condom. The guy was insatiable.
“Having you here to share it with makes it paradise.” Kreed dipped his head, kissing Aaron.
“You always say the sweetest things, Deputy,” Aaron said and smiled up at him.
“I hate to spoil the mood, but if we want to enjoy paradise, we need to get cleaned up and head to the store before it gets too late.” Kreed kissed the tip of Aaron’s nose then took a step back, holding out his hand for Aaron.
“Can I have a blow job in the shower?” Aaron asked, taking his hand.
“Whatever you want, church boy.” He chuckled as they turned toward the house.
Chapter 33
The cool water lapped over Aaron’s feet at the water’s edge. He held his arms crossed over his chest as he stared out into the ocean. Never in a hundred million years did he think he’d be where he was today. Protector had been his baby since high school. Every day since he and his online gaming buddy had concocted the idea, he’d focused on the notions of this being for the greater good. Never did he ever think it would become this big of a deal—a cult phenomenon that millions of people across the world followed and helped make happen for the sole purpose of being a watchdog to help control the hate and corruption in the world.
Back then, everything had seemed clearer. They’d had a plan and executed the steps to precision. He’d been strategic in hacking into the government site as a teenager. He’d planned the whole deal. Nothing too much, just a little breach…with a very loud and clear trail straight to his door. He’d needed that arrest to land him the job with the government. Just as he’d expected, within a matter of months¸ the agency had hired him to find holes in their systems. That was all it took. That one move allowed him to keep an eye on what the alphabet boys found when they were looking for Protector.
Aaron sighed and kicked at the incoming surf.
Mitch had complicated things. He’d found Mitch while looking for someone to friend who’d give him credibility. Aaron just never expected to like the guy so much. Guilt had been a foreign concept until he’d met Knox. That was the main reason he’d jumped in and helped him so much when Knox had finally asked for something—a way to help alleviate the guilt he had for riding on the guy’s honor and integrity-filled coattails. Now, Aaron knew, that was the beginning of the end.
Patrick, his high school gaming buddy that he’d never seen in real life had changed over the last couple of years. He’d turned into a conspiracy theorist, making obvious problems into a mass of finger-pointing, digging deeper, and making broad assumptions without acquiring a shred of physical proof. They’d lost their joint vision for Protector and seemed to fight as much as they agreed these days.
Since Aaron had the fact that no one had ever made a firm or valid identification of his association with Protector, he could technically bow out. Actually, Aaron figured his partner would prefer him out. They’d fought several times over the last few months. Patrick kept hinting that Aaron was holding them back from global domination—whatever the hell that meant.
How had Kreed Sinacola figured out what no one else on the planet ever had? He couldn’t even pretend to not know the answer to that question. Besides Kreed being one of the most intuitive people he’d ever known, they were connected. He connected with Kreed on a higher level than any other person on this planet. That said a lot, because Aaron had never fully connected to anyone. And it felt fucking amazing. The feelings of love soothed him, warmed him, even as the breeze blowing off the ocean became stronger and cooler.
That was another problem. He wanted what he had with Kreed to continue. Did it matter that he wasn’t who he’d portrayed himself to be? Would Kreed care? Or were those just the incidentals…those little things that didn’t really matter? But would they to Kreed? His name wasn’t even Aaron Stuart. His given name was Aaron Drake. He’d graduated from MIT with a solid 5.0 grade-point average. And he was someone who’d used his love’s best friend to further his illegal activity. That was probably a lot for a deputy US marshal to get over.