Kane, Samantha - Brothers In Arms 4 (14 page)

“I will always take care of you, Ian,” Derek promised hoarsely, “always.”

“And I will take care of you,” Ian whispered back, “always.”

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“Derek?” Ian interrupted his memories, his voice soft, and Derek realized he’d been quiet too long.

“Yes, I remember, Ian,” Derek answered his earlier question. “And I have, haven’t I? I’ve taken care of you.” He glided his hand up Ian’s back and into the hair at his nape, tangling his fingers there, gently rubbing the soft strands.

“Yes.” Ian leaned his head back into Derek’s caress, closing his eyes. “We’ve taken care of each other.”

Derek leaned down and nuzzled his lips against Ian’s throat.

“What were you thinking of just now?” Ian’s voice was getting deeper, softer,

falling into tones of desire. Derek loved Ian’s bedroom voice, it zinged along his nerve endings until he felt it lodge in the head of his cock as it grew hard. He had to think a moment to process the question.

Derek pulled away as he answered. “I was thinking about the first time we were

together.”

He could see Ian’s puzzlement. “The first time we…oh.” His face suddenly cleared and amusement took the place of puzzlement. “You mean the first time we fucked.

God, what a disaster that was.”

They both laughed softly at the memory. “No, the first time we touched, after

Dolores. When I sucked your cock for the first time. That was marvelous, and a good thing too considering how awful I was at the fucking.” Derek shook his head with chagrin.

Ian ran his hand across Derek’s chest and under his jacket to caress him through his thin linen shirt. “I believe it was I who contributed the most to the disaster. I was too big and in too much of a rush. You weren’t ready for it yet.” He looked somber and a little sad.

“Ian,” Derek said softly, raising his face with a finger under his chin. “You’ve more than made up for that first time in the ensuing years, trust me.” He deliberately smiled wolfishly and Ian laughed. Ian pushed away to turn and look out the window again.

“Yes, well, I do wish our first time had been memorable in a better way.” He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his robe. “I know you said you didn’t want to talk about her, but I’ve no one else to talk to, Derek.”

Derek winced. “Bloody hell. Can’t we even have a conversation anymore without

having to bring that goddamn—”

“Derek.” Ian’s voice was hard though he spoke softly and Derek knew to tread

lightly.

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Derek gestured in an exaggeratedly polite motion. “Go ahead. What about her?”

Ian sighed so deeply his chest noticeably rose and fell. “I’ve never been a woman’s first. I’m not entirely sure Sophie isn’t scared of me. How am I to do this?” He looked over at Derek with a half smile. “The only virgin I’ve taken is you, and look how that turned out.”

Derek closed his eyes, pain lancing through him. And so it begins, he thought to himself. He just wished his new resolution to try to live with Sophie wasn’t being tested so quickly, and in such a way. Fuck, he cursed inwardly. Trust Ian to try to make him a part of his fucking wedding night even if he refused to be there.

“Well, I’ve never fucked a virgin either.” He hoped the smile he sent Ian was

convincingly teasing. Ian continued to look somber. Derek sighed. “I suppose you just take it slow and, I don’t know, let her get used to it.”

“‘Let her get used to it.’ Yes, that’s brilliant, Derek, brilliant.”

His sarcasm grated on Derek’s already raw nerves. “She’s such a fucking little

mouse, Ian.” He stalked across the room and then paced back. “She’ll probably fuss and cry and bleed the hell all over and think she’s dying. Just do it quickly and get it over with. You can try for soul-shattering ecstasy the second time around.”

Ian sat down on the windowsill in Derek’s place with a disappointed sigh. “I was hoping for a little more constructive help, Derek. I hardly want my wife to remember our first time as a painful ‘getting it over with’. I’d like to make it romantic and pleasurable if possible.”

Derek looked at him in disbelief. “She’s going to be fucking
you
, Ian. Trust me, it doesn’t get any better than that. If she’s not pleased by that reality, roses and poems won’t make it more palatable.”

Ian chuckled morosely. “Yes, ‘palatable’. You’re just full of cheery descriptions this evening, aren’t you?”

“For Christ’s sake, you are a fucking god, Ian! You fuck like it’s the be-all and end-all. I’ve seen you fuck women, seen their reaction to it. They goddamn love you! Eat her cunt first, they seem to like that, and God knows you’ve a sinner’s mouth. Then cram her full of that huge cock of yours and fuck her like there’s never been anyone else and never will be. That always works for me.” He had to turn away as he said the last, force his voice not to choke as he thought of Ian fucking anyone the way he fucked Derek.

Suddenly Ian was there at Derek’s back, pressed against him, his mouth on Derek’s neck, his hands on his hips. “Derek,” he whispered, “Derek. There is someone else.

There always will be. How will I fuck her when I can’t stop thinking about you? How will I fuck her without you?”

Derek shook his head. “I don’t know, Ian.” He lost the battle and his voice cracked.

“But I intend to be rip-roaring drunk while you’re doing it, so don’t come looking for me tomorrow night to help. I won’t help her take you from me.”

Ian rested his forehead against Derek’s shoulder and his hands traveled from his hips to his stomach. Derek’s breath caught.

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“Help me now then. Show me, show me how you like to be fucked.” Ian’s voice

went deep again, suddenly becoming almost harsh as he reached up and slid Derek’s coat off his shoulders. “You came here to be fucked. Fine. I’ll play the stallion for you, Derek. And tomorrow night, make no mistake, I will play it for my wife.” His hands came back around Derek and he roughly pulled his shirt from his trousers. He spun Derek around. Then he stepped close and grabbed Derek’s shirt in both hands and yanked hard, ripping it open.

“You come to me for reassurance, for me to prove my love with a fuck? If that’s all you want from me, you’ll have it.” Ian wrapped his hand around the back of Derek’s head and pulled him into a rough kiss, bruising his lips and then forcing them apart so his tongue could spear into Derek’s mouth. Derek moaned at the hot, wet assault. He grabbed on to the lapels of Ian’s robe trying to hold on to his sanity but Ian’s suddenly violent lust made his head spin. Just as he surrendered to the kiss, Ian broke away.

“That’s not all I want from you,” Derek said, as harsh in his desire as Ian. He pulled the torn remnants of his shirt down his arms. “But it will do for a start.”

Ian stalked away, tearing at the ties on his robe, ripping it off and letting it fall unheeded to the ground. He turned to face Derek.

Derek couldn’t breathe. Ian was so goddamned beautiful. His body was sleek and

muscular, his stomach flat, his thighs thick. He was dusted all over with blond hair gleaming in the moonlight, from the small triangle in the middle of his chest to the curly nest of darker hair around his erection. Ian’s cock was ridged with veins, red with the blood filling it, the full head plump and nearly purple. His sac rode beneath it, large and full, balancing the thick, weighty length above it. It made Derek’s mouth water and everything inside him clench in anticipation.

“I want you naked. Now.” Ian’s voice brooked no argument, and Derek was not

inclined to give any. When he was bare he stood there in the moonlight waiting. He saw Ian looking at him, felt his eyes devour him. “I want you as much tonight as I did the first time we were together. My desire for you has not abated. Why, Derek, why? What is it about you that makes me love you so?” Ian sounded genuinely perplexed. “You can be such an ass, but I will make every excuse for you just for the chance to fuck you again, to hold you and kiss you and love you. You have bewitched me.” Suddenly he lost his fierceness. He held out his hand and Derek felt compelled to walk forward and take it, as if he were the one bewitched. “I will love you, Derek, always.” Ian pulled him toward the bed. “Remember that whatever I do, I do because I want what’s best for you.”

Derek tugged on his hand and Ian stopped, looking over his shoulder at Derek.

“Shouldn’t I be the one to decide what’s best for me?”

Ian just smiled. “Not tonight.”

Ian had his nose buried in the thatch of hair at Derek’s crotch and he inhaled

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making Derek cry out as he marked him. Christ, he loved the scent of Derek. Just a whiff of it and Ian would be hard as iron in seconds. He’d thought and thought about it and decided part of its allure was that it was his, Ian’s. No one else had the right to bury their face there and inhale the essence of Derek. Derek smelled of desire for Ian alone.

Briefly Ian wondered if he would be jealous when Sophie shared Derek’s scent. In spite of all Derek’s protestations he knew that if Sophie agreed, one day soon the three would share a bed. Derek was too sensual not to crave the experience and too possessive of Ian not to invade his marriage bed.

He sucked harder on Derek’s thigh and at the same time worked his fingers into

Derek’s ass. He would mark Derek here, and then again on his ass. Added to the marks he’d put on his chest, Ian was relatively sure that Derek would carry a reminder of his possession for days to come. They should help Derek rein in his jealousy over Ian’s marriage for the first week. He pulled his fingers out of Derek while Derek moaned, and added more cream. Derek was deliciously tight, and as good as it felt they’d learned through experience there had to be a certain amount of preparation before Ian could fuck him. He was just too tight to rush into it.

He stopped sucking and laved the bruised skin with his tongue soothingly. Derek liked it just a little rough, just the way Ian liked it. He supposed that was a good thing because his penis was just large enough that fucking was rarely a gentle affair. He worried yet again about Sophie. Would she like it that way too? Would she be able to take Ian? Suddenly Derek’s hand fisted in Ian’s hair as Ian licked him.

“Hands above your head, Derek,” he ordered quietly. With a whimper Derek

obeyed. God, he loved that. He knew everyone wondered about them. Who was

dominant? Who was on top? Derek was so loud and brash it was hard for anyone to imagine him surrendering to Ian, but surrender he did, in every way, and Ian made him love it. “Roll over, Derek,” he told him, and Derek did it immediately. Ian kept his fingers in Derek’s ass while he rolled, scissored them as they twisted with Derek’s movement. Derek cried out and Ian laughed. He had to take them out to pull his arm out from underneath Derek’s leg and Derek gasped, making him laugh again.

“Keep your hands above your head, Derek. I’m going to mark your ass, darling. A huge love bite right here.” He licked a spot on Derek’s muscular left cheek and Derek shivered. He bit down on the choice piece of flesh just as he thrust his three fingers back in Derek’s ass. Derek moaned and his hips jerked back, taking the thrust expertly. Ian pulled his mouth off and lightly slapped his ass. “Don’t move, Derek. I need to suck.”

“God damn it, Ian, I can’t help it. You can’t expect me not fuck back when it feels so goddamn good.” Derek’s voice was harsh and breathless. Ian had been working him for almost half an hour, lovingly torturing him as he marked his territory. Ian slapped his ass again and Derek groaned. “If you keep doing that I’m going to come. I’m warning you.” Ian swooped down and sucked hard on Derek’s ass, relishing the clenching of the tight muscles there. Ian always made sure Derek’s trousers were cut snugly. He loved his ass, loved to watch him walking or riding, the muscles flexing. Just the thought made him bite a little rougher as he sucked and Derek swore again, but he didn’t move.

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes, god damn you. Don’t stop.” The words were harsh, but his tone was pleading.

Ian finally broke away. The taste and feel of Derek’s salty, firm flesh in his mouth, the musky scent of him, the tight little whimpers he made had pushed Ian to his limits.

He needed to fuck, he couldn’t wait any more. He yanked his fingers out and rolled Derek over unceremoniously.

“What the…” Derek was startled by Ian’s abrupt movements. He lay sprawled, his

arms spread over his head, his legs wide. He was breathing hard and his cock was rigid, pre-cum glistening on the tip.

“I want you now.” Ian could hear the growl in his voice. He was on edge and he

tried to rein himself in, pull back from the precipice of desire but he couldn’t. He wanted. No, he hungered plain and simple. He’d been a seething mass of pent-up

emotions for days with worry over Sophie, over Derek, over the wedding, over the wedding night. Somehow it was all boiling to the surface here, in this fuck.

He grabbed the pillows from where they’d been tossed to the end of his huge bed.

He partially rolled Derek over to shove the pillows under his hips and then hauled him back over them. Derek didn’t say a word. He knew better.

Ian crawled over him, predator and prey. He settled himself between Derek’s legs, his hands on Derek’s thighs, spreading them apart. Derek’s ass was raised high by the pillows, perfect for Ian to penetrate deeply, effortlessly. At the same time Ian could watch Derek while he fucked him, play with his cock. He loved fucking Derek in this position. He grabbed the cream and rubbed a generous amount on his aching erection.

While he rubbed he stared at Derek and their eyes locked.

“I’m going to fuck you this way so you can see me, Derek. I want you to see the look on my face when I’m inside you. I want you to see how much I need you. I want you to know, once and for all, that you are mine and I will never let you go.”