Promises Part 1 (Bounty Hunters 1)

Duke let Vaughan squeeze him to him, needing his man’s comfort. They’d been lying there asleep in each other’s arms, exhausted from their lovemaking, as the smooth sounds of jazz filtered into their bedroom along with the moonlight, lulling them into a magical post coital bliss.

It was obvious Vaughan had heard the conversation between Duke and his dad. Duke could feel the worry drifting off his lover. “It’s going to be alright, V.”

“I know it is. I just want you to be careful.”

“I have too much to live for not to be more careful than I ever have in my life.” Duke pulled closer and leaned up to kiss Vaughan’s lips. “I love you.”

Vaughan whispered sensually, “Je t'aime aussi, amoureux.”

Duke fondled his aching balls. He wasn’t sure if he had any seed left in there but damn if he didn’t crave release again. They’d both become insatiable animals as their bodies returned back to normal and their strength had increased. “You drive me crazy when you speak French.”

Vaughan made sure every part of them was connected as he moaned softly in Duke’s ear. “Qui vous tourne le plus? Moi de vous parler ou de faire l'amour avec vous.”

Duke gripped Vaughan’s long cock and pulled on it. “V, that sounded beautiful. What did you just say?”

Vaughan rotated his hips, pushing his cock harder into Duke’s large palm. He moved until he was on top of him, pressing all the weight and muscle into his own. “I said. What turns you on more? Me talking to you or me making love to you?”

Duke grabbed a handful of Vaughan’s ass and yanked him tight in between his legs, spreading them wide, letting his man know the obvious answer to that question. “Damn, you feel so good. I can’t get enough of you.”

Vaughan thrust harder. They were already naked from their earlier lovemaking. As soon as they got inside Duke’s house they were on each other. For some reason the dim lighting of the romantic restaurant Vaughan took him too had put him in an extremely passionate mood. His man had fed him, wined him, and wooed him until Duke was nothing but a puddle of in-love mush in the palm of Vaughan’s hand.

Duke held on tight—so relieved that the restricting cast was off as Vaughan took him for another hard ride.

“You’re not too sore are you?” Vaughan was already pushing back inside him, knowing Duke wouldn’t deny him. He hadn’t said no once in all their weeks together, he wasn’t about to start.

Pushing back against Vaughan’s strong hips was all the answer his man needed as he began to pound into Duke like he’d promised him he would. Duke had always been there for everyone else. Fulfilling countless promises to others without taking anything for himself. Finally someone had promised him something and followed through on that promise. Vaughan was in love with him. Duke had no doubt in his mind. They had the most special connection a couple could have and because of that, Duke knew they’d go the distance. It’s why he’d been hesitant to get back in the field, leaving the chases to a few newly hired recruits. He didn’t want to risk losing Vaughan. But he knew his friends spoke the truth, he had to get Aaron Williams, or else it would haunt him, his life, and his dreams forever.

“Oh, god. Don’t stop, Vaughan. Don’t ever stop. Feels so good,” Duke grunted around Vaughan’s punishing thrusts.

Damn, the man knew how to give Duke exactly what he needed. Vaughan could make the sweetest, slowest love to him, making his body float above them and watch how stunningly they came together. And then there were times like right now. When he loved to be controlled in the bed and Vaughan gave just the right amount. Enough for Duke to feel dominated but not emasculated.

“Fuck! Harder. Make me remember what I’m fighting for, baby. Make me think of you all day tomorrow.”

“Ahhhh. Duke, mon amour.” Vaughan was panting in his ear, his body rubbing lusciously against his own sweat-dampened skin.

Duke could no longer hear the smooth jazz that was coming from his neighbor’s house, only the sounds of their sex. “I’m gonna come, V. Fuck me good. Come with me.”

Vaughan’s pretty hair was slicked back from his face with sweat and exertion, his golden skin flushed and moist as he pushed his body to give them what they both craved. Duke knew the telltale signs of Vaughan’s impending orgasm. His body stiffened, his cock got unbearably hard, and his face transformed into an angelic mask of pleasure right before he exploded inside Duke’s body.

Vaughan fumbled for Duke’s cock while his own orgasm tore threw him. Vaughan only got a chance to give Duke a few strokes before he threw his head back against the pillows and cried the sounds of his orgasm into his lover’s throat. Jizz splattered between them and Duke’s body jerked violently with each spurt of the creamy liquid, making his eyes roll back in his head and his body shake with desire.