Order (Tattoos and Ties 2)

“Yeah, somethin’ like that.” Key’s smile widened. “And I like you there.”

“Me too.” Alec pressed his lips to Key’s who opened enough for him to slide his tongue along the seam before he moved a fraction of an inch back and pressed their foreheads together. “It felt right to be with you back there.”

“What’d you and my uncle talk about?” Key asked. Not necessarily the direction he would have gone in that moment, but he’d let Key guide the conversation this time. So again, Alec went with it.

“He’s worried about our safety,” he answered honestly, their breath mingling with how close Alec stayed to Key.

“I’ll protect you. I won’t let ’em near you. I already decided that.” If Key’s hands weren’t already on Alec, his biker would probably pound his fist in his palm, driving the point home with a show of force that matched the resolve in his tone.

“I know you will. I’ve been thinking about some private security when you’re not around. Your uncle helped me realize the true dangers,” Alec said and affirmed right then to move forward with that plan. He wanted to protect Key as much as Key wanted to protect him.

Key’s hand slid suggestively down Alec’s ass, his chin lifted in defiance as he spoke. “You’re first to me. I’ll protect you.”

Alec melted into his lover. He believed every word Key spoke and wanted nothing more than to let him. “I know you will.”

“I do want what you want, Alec,” Key said, taking his lips. The distraction had an instant hypnotic feel, and he opened, meeting Key’s velvety soft tongue with his own. Key lifted a hand to his neck, those strong fingers angling Alec while he reached an arm around Key’s neck and fought the questions bouncing around in his head.

Damn it. Alec pulled away to look at his lover. “You do want the same things?”

“Yeah.”

As Alec started to move back to the kiss, Key’s penetrating stare focused on his lips until it suddenly lifted to meet his. That intense gaze pinned him in place inches from Key’s face, stopping his movement. “I love you. I pretty much always have. I’m sorry it’s tak—”

Alec took the rest of those words from his lover’s tongue. Those three coveted words echoed in his head as he devoured Key’s mouth in a fevered kiss.

At first, the all-consuming love in Alec’s kiss startled him, only to firmly nestle into his overfilled heart. He’d told the truth—finally—and was truly sorry for waiting so long. Alec deserved those words, but he had been selfish and foolish, holding on to them out of nothing more than fear. Afraid if he said them out loud he’d somehow lose their magic…and lose Alec. He’d wake up from this unbelievably fantastic dream. That it would all disappear in front of his eyes, because Alec was so much more than he deserved.

The pressure of Alec’s palm gliding over his aching erection had the air hanging in his throat. He moaned into his lover’s mouth. “You make me so fucking hard.”

He’d meant every word he’d said. Alec was his, and in return, he belonged to Alec. There was no longer a choice in the matter. He tilted his head, holding Alec by the neck, driving his tongue deep inside the far reaches of Alec’s mouth. Keyes devoured his man, wrapping one strong arm around Alec’s waist, tugging him flush against his chest. He needed the physical connection in that moment more than he had ever believed possible.

It was Alec who tore free of the kiss, gasping for air as his mister’s body trembled with every breath. Keyes nipped at the soft skin on Alec’s neck while Alec’s skilled hand continued the dick-teasing massage between his legs.

He eagerly mouthed a trail to his lover’s ear, and in a whisper said, “Want you in me, Alec. I need to feel you.” He practically begged, the desperation overriding any common sense. They were hidden well enough that if a car happened by, they would have plenty notice.

“What if someone…” Yeah, they were exactly on the same wave.

“We’d see them first.” Keyes rushed to assure Alec as he swatted Alec’s insistent hand away from his overly eager dick and unbuttoned his jeans then lowered the zipper. All while Alec’s sweet puffs of breath coated his face, his mister refused to move even an inch away from Keyes.

Fuck it. He didn’t care if anyone saw them. All he knew was he needed Alec like he needed breath, so he grabbed Alec’s face between his palms and pulled him back for a quick press of the lips before he instructed, “Now, claim what’s yours.”

“Babe, you’re killing me.” Alec groaned, before eating at his lover’s mouth like a greedy man. Keyes slid his hands under the warmth of Alec’s jacket and found the waistband of his jeans, slipping his fingers inside. With a flick of his finger and thumb, he popped the button and eased the zipper down to free Alec.