Broken Warrior (The Weavers Circle 1)

But Dane sucked his cock into his throat, trying to swallow around him.

That was all it took for Clay to shoot. He shook and cried out as he emptied down Dane’s throat.

Clay dropped into Dane’s lap and slumped against him, working hard to catch his breath. His lover stroked his palms over Clay’s shoulders and back, holding him close. He dropped kisses on his cheek.

There was something warm and sensual about the way he caressed Clay, something that moved him on a fundamental level he didn’t know how to compute. All he knew was, his heart was beating hard, and it wasn’t only from exertion, and his head was swarming with overwhelming thoughts and feelings.

Straightening from where he’d been draped over Dane, he grinned at the rock-hard dick still resting against Dane’s stomach. Now it was his turn.

Clay climbed off the couch and dropped to his knees. “First, these are coming off.”

He tugged Dane’s shorts and boxers off. His handyman stared unblinking, a shiver running through him as Clay ran his hands up the sensitive insides of his thighs. Lean muscles and soft hair met his palms. Clay slowly bent and kissed the inside of his knee, then moved his lips up one muscular thigh. Licking the salty skin, he murmured his appreciation as he kept going. When he reached Dane’s groin, he wrapped his fingers around the base and looked at Dane as he lowered his mouth over him.

Dane never looked away, his mouth hanging open as he panted. His hands were braced on either side of him on the couch. Clay ran his tongue around the head of his cock, and Dane’s breath caught. He held it for a few seconds, then let out a whoosh when Clay tightened the suction in his cheeks.

“Fuck, yes!” he yelled, his hands coming to Clay’s head. Fingers threaded through his hair. Clay loved the satiny skin in his mouth, the hardness of Dane’s erection. Loved the fingers combing through his hair. Loved the little pinpricks of pain when Dane pulled harder as he lost himself.

He’d never felt more in a moment than he did right then.

He licked, sucked, and worked the base with his hand. Dane’s hips began coming up off the couch as he whimpered and groaned.

“It’s not going to take me long,” he gasped out. “Your mouth is so hot, so damn wet and tight. Gaah!”

Clay sped up his movements and when he moaned, Dane cried out again. Working not to smile, he pulled Dane into his throat and moaned again. The man just about came up off the couch. He yelled and shot. Clay swallowed him down as that beautiful cock pulsed in his mouth.

Clay licked him clean, then dropped his forehead onto Dane’s abs. The sexy man stroked his hair, and a chuckle rumbled under his head.

“That was the best blowjob of my entire life.”

“Yeah, the one you gave me was pretty damn special, too.”

Did it have to do with their insane chemistry?

Nothing had ever been so sharp, so perfect in his life. He was nowhere near done with Dane. Maybe…he might never be.Dane watched Clay sleep. He supposed he could have asked him to leave instead of sleeping with him, but it felt so good to have someone in the bed with him. A warm body to rest against, the sound of someone breathing beside him.

Moonlight streamed through the open blinds, leaving streaks of light across Clay’s face. The man really was very beautiful. And like this, with his face slack, he didn’t have the slight frown he usually had resting on his face. Like he was always worrying on some inner level he didn’t share.

There was no pretending or mistaking this large, warm body next to his was Katie. And he didn’t want to. Katie deserved better than that. He deserved better. But probably most of all, Clay deserved better. Dane would have given anything to have Katie again, but he just as strongly wanted this quiet moment with Clay.

Dane could almost see Katie shaking her head at him. She was a carpe diem, live for the moment kind of woman. She would have told him to grab on to Clay with both hands and enjoy every second they had together. And she would have been right.

Reaching out, he smoothed the hair off Clay’s brow. Dark-brown eyes opened slowly and stared at Dane.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked.

“I want you again,” Dane whispered. He dropped his hand to Clay’s chest, fingers slipping over one nipple and sliding down across his flat stomach. The ugly wounds he’d arrived with were now bright pink scars. “I’m off tomorrow, so we can sleep in, but now, I want you.” He rolled on top of Clay.

A low growl vibrated Clay’s chest and a smile spread across his lips. There was something so dangerously sexy about this man. “What do you want? My ass?”