Gavin needed to talk to Aidan about that seizure thing he’d done to Tyler and Samson. Both men had recovered, but hell. What a weapon for Aidan to have…and not talk about. Keegan could crush cars with his mind. James could incinerate half the town. Other psychics on their team had life-threatening abilities. Taking apart and controlling a man’s mind definitely counted, but Aidan hadn’t, to Gavin’s knowledge, shared that information with anyone else. So Gavin wouldn’t either.
He left his lover asleep in his bedroom and watched a spy thriller on television. The popcorn tasted like ash on his tongue, so he left the bowl alone. After the movie ended, he wandered Aidan’s home, seeing so many details—and a lack of details—that gave him insight into the man he intended to woo.
No family pictures. Nothing personal. The home could have belonged to anyone who liked martial-arts movies, nature photography, and modern art. Glass sculptures and contemporary prints decorated much of the house. Understated but rich furnishings added to the classy comfort of Aidan’s environment. Gavin knew Aidan had money, and it appeared he poured much of it into his house. He drove a three-year-old SUV, didn’t have a snowmobile, motorcycle, or boat. No man toys, just financial investments and his home.
And the man liked good food. Not chips and dip, but gourmet cheeses and crackers, fine wines, and Angus steak. All organic veggies and fruits, which cost a pretty penny, because Gavin had restocked for Aidan using his own money. He’d simply replaced the stuff Aidan normally ordered from a local grocer.
After looking through the spare room and office for more details on the man’s life, he moved into Aidan’s bedroom and flicked on the lamp on the side table. Aidan slept deeply, so Gavin didn’t worry he’d be found snooping. As he looked around the room, his gaze continued to stray to the bed. It seemed odd to him that he’d only been intimate with Aidan for a few days. Their connection seemed so much deeper.
For example, he knew exactly how pissed off Aidan would be to catch him looking around. He felt a measure of guilt for doing so, then dismissed it. Gavin wanted a future with the big lout. Anything that would give him additional information on the man would be worth the risk.
He drew the line at digging through Aidan’s drawers and opening boxes in the closet, though. But anything left out in plain sight, Gavin considered fair game. He broke his own rule not more than ten minutes later, frustrated and determined to find something personal of Aidan’s.
Smarting over finding nothing, he opened Aidan’s nightstand and saw a few books, some condoms—typical—and behind that, a photograph. Bingo. Gavin pulled it out and studied it. A pretty blonde woman held a baby. Wind blew her long hair, and in the background, he could see the Golden Gate Bridge. The photograph looked old and worn, as though it had been handled a lot. Gavin felt a lump in his throat when he stared at it, seeing the resemblance of the woman’s face in Aidan’s features. Aidan had only spoken of his mother once, when he’d mentioned she’d died before he’d run away from his father.
The woman in the picture looked so happy grinning at the camera, her baby held snugly in her arms. Gavin tucked the photo back where he’d found it and turned to study Aidan once more.
He had to handle Aidan just right. Not too pushy, or Mr. Bossy would shut him down and walk away. But not too giving, or Aidan would take what he wanted and still push Gavin away. Gavin had a head for numbers and probabilities. Statistically speaking, he and Aidan were a match made in heaven. Their sexual chemistry was off the charts, and their personalities meshed. But emotionally, they came from opposite ends of the spectrum. Gavin felt confident expressing love. He knew what he wanted and didn’t want to settle for less. Aidan seemed to have had an unstable childhood. He had commitment issues and didn’t seem to date for more than sexual gratification, from what little Gavin knew of his personal life. And that was a major problem.
Gavin needed to find a way to get Aidan to trust him. Not leaving Aidan behind on the mission was a great start. Now to convince the blond ball breaker to unbend and allow Gavin another peek at his warm, affectionate soul.
Aidan murmured in his sleep, and Gavin grinned, making up his mind. After getting naked, he crept into the bed with Aidan, wanting to moan at how warm the man was. Aidan turned and tensed until Gavin murmured, “It’s just me. It’s okay.”
Then Aidan wrapped an arm around his waist and dragged him back into Aidan’s body, spooning and sighing into the hug. Like his own personal down comforter made of muscle, Gavin thought as he closed his eyes. Tomorrow would be a fight. He knew it. But for tonight, he’d enjoy his lover’s strong arms and be content that no matter what Aidan said, he liked holding Gavin tight. Right next to his heart.
Chapter Eleven
Aidan felt so fucking good. He was holding perfection, a slender, toned body that continued to gyrate against him, rubbing his cock with long, lingering strokes.
“Oh yeah.”
He didn’t hurt anywhere, those aches and pains he’d been dealing with all but gone, except for the one between his legs.
“Hmm. Harder, baby. That’s it, boy. Let me feel you.” He sighed as warm lips closed around his nipple, and he humped into a hard cock and firm belly. He gripped himself and his lover, grinding together, seeking the ultimate high.
Gavin’s mouth turned to his other nipple and teased, nipping and licking. Aidan knew how much Gavin liked it, but he hadn’t considered himself particularly sensitive there. Until Gavin showed him what he’d been missing.
He groaned and arched into that touch, pumping into his own hand, and then Gavin’s sandwiched between them. Feeling his lover’s slick cock against him only weighed down his need to come. And then Gavin shimmied down his body and took Aidan’s shaft deep into his mouth.
“Fuck. I’m going to come, baby. Suck me down. All of it. Oh, yeah,” he groaned as he lost control and released. Gavin sucked harder, swallowing a lot of cum. Good boy that he was, he didn’t stop sucking until Aidan gently nudged him away.
Replete yet wanting Gavin to have the same rush, he pulled Gavin up to straddle his waist, still caught between a dream and reality. He blinked up to see Gavin’s thick cock wet at his slit, his balls tight and ripe. And Aidan wanted a bite.
“Turn around. Face my feet, and bring that sac down to my mouth. Come over me while I suck you.”
“Aidan,” Gavin moaned. He turned around and scooted back, then lowered his balls into Aidan’s waiting mouth. While Aidan sucked and fondled him, Gavin jerked himself off. That big cock on Gavin’s smaller frame was such a shock, especially when he came all over the place. It turned Aidan on, big-time. And though he wanted to watch Gavin lose it, he wanted to feel his lover tense as he spewed. He continued to lick and suck, loving the breathy cries and firming flesh that warned of Gavin’s climax.
And then Gavin cried out when Aidan nicked his balls with his teeth. Hot seed hit Aidan’s belly, energizing him again. Gavin eased up out of his mouth and knelt there, panting. Then he left the bed and returned with a warm washcloth. He cleaned them both up, being careful around Aidan’s fading wounds.
“What a way to wake up,” Aidan said with a smile before he remembered he’d told Gavin to sleep in the other room. They weren’t Master and sub any longer. There was no more mission workup. No reason for them to remain together.
Gavin grinned knowingly. “Before you say it, my stuff is in the other room. Last night you were moaning, so I laid down with you for comfort. But I fell asleep. Sorry.”
Embarrassed he’d made any noise at all, Aidan shrugged away the blame. “I, ah, okay.”