Joshua placed his lips next to Frank’s ear and murmured silkily, “Fuck me with your fingers, Frank.”

  With a groan, Frank pressed his lubed fingers to Joshua’s entrance and gently pushed in, his deep moan mixing with Joshua’s as Frank’s fingers were swallowed by that tight heat. Slowly at first, Frank moved his fingers until Joshua was rutting against him, his panting breath filling the quiet room.

  “Frank,” Joshua whispered, need and desperation in his voice. He gasped and threw back his head as Frank picked up his pace, pushing his fingers deep inside Joshua and pulling them out. Frank’s stomach tightened at the decadent noises from Joshua as he begged Frank to fuck him.

  “Oh God, I need your cock inside me, Frank.”

  “Yeah?” Frank nipped at Joshua’s chin.

  “Yes!”

  Removing his fingers, Frank replaced them with the tip of his cock. Joshua was all but trembling in his arms as Frank breached his hole, sinking slowly inside him.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Frank growled. And it felt so damned good.

  Joshua writhed in Frank’s arms, his moans and curses sweet music to Frank’s ears as he started to move, gingerly pulling out almost to the tip before slowly sinking back inside.

  “Couch,” Joshua demanded, and Frank didn’t so much as hesitate. He carried Joshua to the couch and sat down, his cock buried deep inside Joshua, who sat astride his lap.

  “Oh fuck,” Frank grabbed hold of Joshua’s asscheeks and pumped himself inside him, their bodies smacking together in the silence of the room sounding deliciously erotic. Frank’s body thrummed with need as Joshua took his pleasure from Frank, bouncing on him, driving Frank inside him over and over. Joshua’s plump lips were parted, his hair plastered to his brow as he moved.

  Frank changed his angle, and Joshua cried out. He took hold of Frank’s shirt and tore it open, buttons popping off and pinging against the wall and side table.

  “Jesus.” Frank closed his eyes, his head thrown back as Joshua tweaked on of his nipples. He ran his hands over Frank’s chest, down over the muscles of his abdomen.

  “I want to come all over you, Frank.” Joshua sloppily kissed him before moving his mouth to Frank’s ear. “Mark you as mine. Will you let me?”

  “Anything for you, baby.” The scary thing was that he meant it. All Joshua had to do was ask and Frank would make it happen. No one had ever had that kind of power over him, and it terrified him.

  “Stay with me, Frank,” Joshua’s plea was barely above a whisper as he cupped Frank’s face. He peppered kisses over Frank’s cheeks and nose, down his jawline, his movements slowing to match the tender gesture.

  “I’m here,” Frank replied quietly. He wrapped his arms around Joshua and slipped one hand under his shirt to slide up the curve of his spine. His skin was soft and warm, his presence soothing.

  Passion fueled their kisses, but also tenderness and an affection that could quickly turn to something far deeper if they weren’t careful. Did he want careful? Their bodies moved as one, Joshua’s arms around Frank’s neck and his lips on Frank’s.

  Frank snapping his hips had Joshua crying out his name as hot come hit Frank’s abdomen, shoving him over the edge. He thrust several more times before his muscles tightened and his orgasm slammed into him. He buried his shout in Joshua’s hair as he pumped a few more times before he was too sensitive to continue.

  Their panting breaths was all that could be heard in the room, and Frank closed his eyes, a smile spreading across his face when Joshua snuggled into him with a contented sigh. Frank ran a soothing hand over Joshua’s back and nuzzled his hair. He could get used to this, to having Joshua in his arms.

  “Come home with me.” The words were out of Frank’s mouth before he could stop them. What the hell was he thinking? Obviously, he wasn’t thinking at all. All his thinking was being done for him by certain parts of his anatomy. He considered playing off the request, but Joshua sat back, his smile squeezing Frank’s heart.

  “Yeah?”

  Frank was in so much trouble. He cupped Joshua’s face and ran a thumb over his cheek. “Yes.”

  “I would love that.” Joshua leaned in and brushed his lips over Frank’s.

  Kissing Joshua was quickly becoming Frank’s favorite thing. The taste of him, the feel of his body against Frank’s, the emotion and passion behind each kiss. Joshua wanted him as much as Frank wanted Joshua. It was evident in the way he looked at Frank, the way he smiled at him, touched him. Frank had never desired someone’s touch like he did Joshua’s. Everything about him was so… real.

  “Oh my God,” Joshua said through a gasp, his eyes huge. “I ripped your shirt. It was probably ridiculously expensive.”

  It was, but Joshua didn’t need to know that. Frank waved a hand in dismissal. “It’s fine. I’ve got plenty more shirts.” He’d give up more than his expensive shirts to have Joshua. Plucking a few wipes from the side table, he kissed Joshua as he cleaned them up. He smiled at the slash of red that had appeared across Joshua’s cheeks.

  “Let’s get out of here before I end up fucking you again.”

  “And that would be a bad thing?”

  “No, but I’d rather have you in my bed.”

  “Let’s go, then.”

  Frank chuckled as Joshua quickly got off him and rushed for his clothes. As soon as they were dressed, they hurried out into the club toward the back door. Thank fuck he didn’t live far from the club. In less than half an hour, he was pulling into his garage. He got out and closed the garage door just as Joshua was out of the car. Turning off the house alarm, he unlocked the door and ushered Joshua inside.

  The second the door closed behind them, they were stripping, clothes littering the floor as they kissed their way to Frank’s bedroom, stopping only long enough to flip on some lights so they wouldn’t trip over themselves. Thankfully, Frank managed to get them there without breaking anything. Good thing his bedroom wasn’t on the second floor.

  The back of Joshua’s legs hit the mattress, and he fell back onto it. He stared at Frank, eyes wide.

  “You okay?” Frank asked. Moonlight filtered in through the open blinds to cast a glow around Joshua—as if he wasn’t already breathtaking. A slow nod was Joshua’s response as he raked his gaze over every inch of Frank.

  “And here I thought you couldn’t get any sexier,” Joshua murmured. “I was wrong. So very, very wrong.” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, a shiver going through him when Frank placed a knee on the bed. “How do you want me?”

  “On your hands and knees.”

  Joshua whimpered, then quickly scrambled to do as Frank asked, the sight making Frank groan. He turned on the bedside lamp, then grabbed supplies. Climbing onto the bed, he positioned himself behind Joshua, a hand to his plump asscheek. Before this sweet, cheerful man appeared in his life, Frank had never had an issue with self-control. He’d been described as stoic and imposing, among other things, but never impulsive. And now? Now he found himself on his knees worshipping the beautiful young man in front of him.

  “Frank,” Joshua pleaded.

  Frank answered Joshua’s plea with a kiss to his lower back, right before he speared Joshua’s hole with his tongue.

  “Holy fuuuuck!” Joshua’s body shook. He dropped to his elbows, his ass in the air and his head on his arms. The invitation sent a shiver through Frank. Inhaling deeply, he released a guttural moan.

  “You smell so damned good.” He didn’t give Joshua time to reply, at least not with words. Spreading Joshua’s cheeks, Frank set out to wreck him, to turn him into a pleading, writhing mess. He wrapped a hand around Joshua’s stiff cock as he licked, nipped, and laved at his entrance, alternating between using his tongue and his fingers until Joshua was on the brink of coming. Pulling at Joshua’s thighs, he smiled at the little grunt Joshua let out as his stomach hit the mattress.

  “If you don’t fuck me in the next two seconds,” Joshua warned, and Frank would have loved to know what he intended to do if Frank didn’t comply. Except he had no intention of not giving in completely. He carefully but quickly rolled on the condom, then applied a generous amount of lube. With an arm around Joshua’s shoulder, Frank used his free hand to line himself up. He pressed the head of his cock against Joshua’s hole, then pushed in until he was buried to the hilt. He snapped his hips, and Joshua cried out.

  “Yes! Oh God, Frank. Just like that.”

  “You like that, huh?” Frank snapped his hips again, driving himself in deep before pulling out and plunging in again and again.

  “Oh fuck! Yes! Please, Frank.”

  Frank gave Joshua what he wanted, fucking him fast and hard, the bed moving beneath them as he pounded Joshua’s ass, their slick bodies smacking together, the sound mixing with their curses and groans. Having Joshua under him, the sounds he made as Frank gave them both everything they wanted… it was better than Frank could have imagined.

  Sweat beaded his brow, his panting breath mingling with Joshua’s as he drove himself inside Joshua’s tight heat. He took hold of Joshua’s chin and turned his face so he could kiss him. It was sloppy and hungry as his hips thrust wildly, all calm and rhythm lost as he chased his climax. His muscles tightened, his body trembling as his orgasm swept through him like a tsunami. He roared as the pleasure exploded into release, the condom filing with his come. A few more thrusts and he hissed as he pulled out of Joshua and fell onto his back, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

  Joshua sat back on his heels, his hand working furiously as he jerked himself off.

  “Wait. Sit here.” Frank tapped his chest, and Joshua let out a delicious little whimper as he quickly scrambled over. He sat on Frank’s chest, his moan sinful when Frank opened his mouth. With his knees on either side of Frank’s head, his hands on the wall, and his cock down Frank’s throat, Joshua fucked Frank’s mouth. It didn’t take long, not after Frank pressed a finger to Joshua’s hole. He cried out and came down Frank’s throat. He remained there for a few heartbeats, kneeling over Frank before he dropped onto the bed. He slid down and curled up against Frank, bringing Frank’s face toward his to kiss him. He moaned, most likely at the taste of himself on Frank’s tongue.

  They kissed for ages, Frank on his side facing Joshua and holding him as close against him as he could manage, their legs intertwined. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d spent this much time in bed with a guy doing something other than fucking. He’d never felt the need to keep anyone around longer than they had to. Even when he’d been seeing someone, work usually had him getting out of bed and getting on with his day. For the first time since he could remember, he didn’t want to go anywhere. He wanted to stay right here, like this.

  After some thought, Frank blurted out the words lingering on his tongue. “What if we stay in tomorrow?”

  Joshua propped himself on his elbow, his boyish smile wide and his blue-green eyes filled with happiness Frank had a hand in giving. “Really?”

  “Yeah.” Frank mirrored Joshua’s position and ran his fingers through Joshua’s hair. “We’ll stay in bed, spend some time together. I’ll try to remember to feed you in between doing terribly dirty things to you.”

  Joshua laughed and kissed him. “I’d love that.”

  Love.

  The word had Frank’s heart in his throat. It was ridiculous, the kind of reaction one little word had on him. Love was something he had no time for, and until this moment, he’d brushed it off as something he didn’t need. His life was fine without it. He was fine without it. When he wanted sex, he had his pick of men. He had wealth and a business that allowed him to give back, to help those who’d been in the position he’d once been. Did he need to be in love? No. Did he want it with the man in his arms?

  “Your eyebrows are looking very stern.”

  Frank blinked at Joshua. “What?”

  With a soft laugh, Joshua gently tapped a finger between Frank’s eyebrows. “Your eyebrows. When you’re lost in thought, they get very stern-looking. Most people think you’re glowering, but you’re actually just thinking.”

  “How do you know?” Frank couldn’t help his smile.

  Joshua lowered his gaze, a swatch of pink crossing his nose and cheeks. He shrugged. “I’ve noticed things.”

  “Oh yeah?” Frank brought Joshua with him as he rolled onto his back. “What things?”

  “I’m going to refrain from answering on the grounds that you’re going to think I’m a stalker.”

  Frank hummed. “I see. I guess if that’s the case, I should mention how that day at the beach wasn’t the first time I noticed you had freckles.”

  “Oh?”

  “Nope. I noticed the day we met, when you let me put my arm around you. They’re so faint. You can only see them close up.” He brushed a finger over the bridge of Joshua’s nose and the light sprinkle of freckles that spread across his nose and cheeks. “I noticed how you do this little happy dance when you think no one is watching, whether you’re standing or sitting.”

  Joshua eyed him. “Were you watching me earlier tonight?”

  “I might have momentarily glanced at the camera feed while I was on the phone.” Frank couldn’t believe what he was about to admit. Was his face as red as it felt? “Seeing you calmed me.”

  Joshua’s expression softened. “Really?”

  “Really.”

  With a hum, Joshua laid his head on Frank’s chest, a yawn escaping him. Shit. Frank had forgotten how late it was. Joshua was probably asleep most nights at this time.

  “I like that,” Joshua replied through another yawn. His head popped up. “Oh my God, here I am in bed with you and I’m yawning! I’m so sorry!”

  “It’s okay,” Frank promised him. “It’s late, and we’ve been busy. Let’s get some sleep.”

  Neither of them brought up the fact they were sleeping together in Frank’s bed. Not that Frank would have wanted it any other way. Joshua’s weight on him, his head lying against Frank’s chest as they drifted off to sleep in the middle of his huge king-sized bed, the moonlight from the garden coming in to wash over them… They could have this every night. Maybe… maybe it was time to rethink his life and how Joshua could be a part of it.

  SIX

  This was happening.

  It took Joshua a couple of heartbeats to believe what he was seeing. He couldn’t help his huge smile as he lay facing the sexy man in front of him. Frank was still asleep, his full lips slightly parted, beard grown in, dark hair beautifully disheveled and falling over his brow. How was it possible for one man to look so damned incredible in the morning?

  Careful not to wake Frank, Joshua rolled off the bed, slipped into his boxer-briefs—the only item of his clothing that made it to the bedroom—and found the en suite bathroom. Once he’d peed, he washed his hands and face, pausing to look at himself in the mirror. Oh my God, he was in Frank’s house. After having sex with him. Twice. Holy shit! A happy little squeak escaped him, and he clamped his hands over his mouth before shutting his eyes tight and doing a little dance.

  “You’re adorable.”

  The yelp Joshua let out was less than flattering. He threw a hand to his heaving chest as Frank barely stifled a laugh. “You scared the shit out of me!”

  Frank stood leaning against the bathroom doorway. “Sorry.”

  “Liar. You’re not sorry at all.”

  “You’re right. I’m not.” He came up behind Joshua and pulled him back against him. “It was worth seeing you all cute and excited.”

  Joshua arched an eyebrow at him through the mirror. “Let’s not make it a habit. How is it you can sneak up on someone without making a sound?”

  “I don’t sneak up on people,” Frank said with a chuckle. He released Joshua and went to pee. “There’s a brand-new toothbrush in the bottom left-hand drawer.”

  “Thanks. And you so do sneak up on people,” Joshua said as he opened the drawer and found the packaged toothbrush. “You scare the shit out of your staff all the time.”

  Frank finished up, then washed his hands at the second sink, his smile wicked. “Not my fault they’re not paying attention.”

  “How do you do it?”

  Frank shrugged. “Probably from my days working the job.”

  “The job?”

  “The only job.” Frank’s smile turned wistful. “At least it used to be. Not that I don’t love what I do now. It’s a lot more pay for a lot less risk, but that wasn’t why I became a firefighter. I loved going out there and helping people.”

  “You still help people,” Joshua reminded him before brushing his teeth. Frank did the same at his sink. It was all very… normal and domestic. After drying his hands, Frank wrapped his arms around Joshua from behind again. That’s when Joshua noticed the scar on his left shoulder. “Is that why you had to retire from firefighting?” he asked gently, nodding toward the scar.

  Frank sighed. “Yeah. It was an accident.” He removed a black tube from the little basket to the right of the sink, which Joshua assumed was shaving cream since he also removed his electric shaver from its charger. “We were called out to a townhome that was engulfed. The owner passed out in his bedroom on the second floor after getting drunk, completely forgetting he’d left his fried eggs cooking on the stove downstairs. I was carrying him down the ladder when he came to and lost it. As much as I tried to calm him, he was in hysterics, flailing and fighting me. He punched the side of my helmet. One minute we were struggling, and the next I’m hanging on to the ladder with one arm, holding on to him with the other. The pain was excruciating. It was bad. I dislocated my shoulder and tore my rotator cuff. Two surgeries later and that was it. No more job.”

  “I’m so sorry, Frank.” Joshua turned and leaned against the counter, watching Frank lather up. Whatever it was smelled amazing. God, no wonder he always smelled so damned good.

  “Don’t be. It led me to where I am today.” He kissed Joshua’s cheek, making him laugh when he left behind a glop of shaving cream. “I still get to hang out with my best friend, Val, who’s now the fire chief. We have barbecues, talk about old times, he tells me about all the stupid shit the rookies do. It’s like I never left.”