Page 70 of Sleeping with the Dark (The Righteous 3)
Maybe it was wrong to want to have sex after just burying his best friend. The thing was, he’d spent days mourning his friend alone, and in doing so, he had jeopardized the one thing that made him feel sane and whole.
Was he over Ray’s death? No, he might never be able to forgive himself for what happened, and as soon as he left this office, there was a huge responsibility waiting for him. But right now, he needed to mend things with Trev. He craved this connection between them as much as Trev’s physical touch. Ray would’ve been the first to say go for it, and that was exactly what he planned to do.
He licked his lips as Trev pulled his dress shirt out of his pants and one at a time popped the little white buttons to reveal the perfectly sculpted body beneath. His eyes traced the white line of the scars that may never fade. It was his reminder that he almost lost Trev twice—once due to his own actions.
His tie was undone and hanging around his neck. Cody wanted to take a photograph of this moment and save it as his screensaver so he would never forget it.
“Do you have lube in here?”
A single eyebrow lifted as Trev shot him a quick glance. “Are you suggesting I sit behind my desk and jack off when I’m alone in my office?” The dark glint in Trev’s eye had him groaning with the thought of the man doing just that. His own cock surged inside his pants, and he reached down to rub off some of the tension. He loved the fact that Trev’s eyes followed the movement. It gave him some very distinct ideas for another time.
“Let’s just say I wouldn’t complain if you said you did.”
A warm chuckle filled the room as Trev turned his way. “I do have lube in here, but sadly it has never been used, and neither has my virgin desk.”
Cody flushed so hot that he thought he might melt on the spot. “Where is it?”
“Bottom drawer of the desk. Left-hand side.”
Cody was already on the move before Trev finished speaking. Bending over, he yanked open the drawer and gripped the small tube but froze as he stood up. His eyes were locked on the photo on Trev’s desk—how many times had he been in here and never paid attention to the photo of Trev’s unit. Reaching out, he picked up the photograph, and his eyes immediately found the stunning blonde that Trev had his arm wrapped around. Trev hadn’t been lying, Mel was beautiful, but more than that, they looked genuinely happy. The emotion in his eyes captured their feelings. It was a moment made for fairy tales and movies.
“Are you okay?” He glanced up to see Trev staring at him from the other side of the room.
He found his throat choked up with emotion as he tried to speak. Cody coughed as he cleared the tightness away and sat the photo back on the desk. “You were so happy, Mel is—.”
“My past,” Trev said, quietly.
“I’m still sorry for what you lost.”
Trev cocked his head, and Cody felt like he was being inspected. He couldn’t have moved if he wanted to with the intense stare. He was rooted to the spot as Trev approached him. “You worry too much about what I have lost and don’t seem to see what I have gained. Yes, Mel will always be in my heart, and what we had was unique.” Trev grabbed his hand and laid it over his heart. He could feel the rhythmical thump under his warm skin. “But, that does not mean I don’t have room for you or that we can’t find our own special story, our unique.”
A vortex of emotion swirled inside of him—it was as if he was being tossed around in a windstorm, unable to get his bearings. There was no fear as they stared into each other’s eyes—he was beginning to wonder if Trev was capable of that emotion.
“I want to hurt you in the best way possible.” His voice was as rough as sandpaper as he spoke.
He traced the square jaw before he ran the pad of his thumb over Trev’s full bottom lip. He sucked in a sharp breath, and Trev sucked his thumb into his mouth. The hot, rough sensation had a direct line to the hard shaft still trapped in his pants. A shiver raced down his spine, and he groaned, the need ticking another notch higher. “I don’t deserve you, but I plan on keeping you all the same. Now give me your tie.”
Trev pulled on the one end of the black silk material—Cody’s eyes followed it as it snaked around Trev’s neck to pool like a whip in his hands. “Am I going to need a safe word, Cody?”
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “You might.”
Trev held out the tie and smiled. “Alright then, I choose Un-Ass.”
He couldn’t help but laugh as he took the tie. “That’s definitely direct.”
“Military term, I’m sure the meaning is clear enough.” Trev smirked as his pants pooled to the floor.
“Definitely…” The rest of the sentence flew out the window as Trev pulled the boxers he was wearing down. “Turn around, and give me your hands,” he managed to croak out.
Trev smirked at him, challenge evident in his eyes, but he didn’t resist and did as he was told. It was at that moment Cody understood, no matter what he did, he was never in control. Like a lion at a circus, this predator allowed him to feel in control, but there was no longer any doubt in his mind that if Trev decided to turn on him, he would be no match. Not physically nor otherwise, the control had always remained in Trev’s hands. Why the thought of being that much out of control had his cock standing at attention with more carnal lust than he’d ever experienced, he had no idea.
Trev stood perfectly still as he slipped the soft black material around the crossed wrists, looping the ends together in a firm knot. His hands shook as he worked, the adrenaline and excitement making it hard to concentrate. Stepping close to Trev’s body, he nipped at the side of his neck, the distinct and addictive cologne he always wore seeping into his senses.
He was starved for this man. His hands slid across wide shoulders, the muscles flexing under his touch. Free to do what he wanted, he ran his fingertips across Trev’s ribs while his tongue traveled up the side of Trev’s neck to grip his earlobe in his teeth. Finding Trev’s hard little nipples, he tweaked them hard enough to draw a gasp as he bit down harder on the sensitive piece of flesh.
Trev groaned and pushed back ever so slightly into him, making him smile. “You like that?” He repeated the same action and was rewarded as Trev arched his back, pressing his chest into his hands. “Answer me.”
“Yes, I like it.”
