Tanner’s voice was low when he asked, “What happened?” The skin around his eyes was tight, his own cheeks flushed as he waited intently for me to finish.
“He told me that it was clear ‘my kind’ wasn’t welcome in the practice or even the town, and that it had already cost Denver business.” It was bullcrap. I knew it and had argued as much, my anger rising at the need to defend myself. “He made it clear that ‘fags’ were better off in places where ‘civilized citizens’ weren’t the backbone of the town.”
Tanner sprung off the sofa just as I finished speaking, his half-nakedness not even distracting me from the rage present in his voice and his tense muscles. “I’m going to fucking kill him. The piece of shit…”
He spun around, still rambling and cussing. He grabbed his shirt from the floor.
“…if that fucker thinks he can speak to you…”
It was tugged on as I remained on the sofa, wide-eyed in shock. I’d never had anyone defend me before—not counting my parents. My chest squeezed tightly and a lump caught in my throat.
“…his address?”
My eyes shot to his. Having not really heard a word he said, I had no idea how to react. All I wanted was to drag him toward me and hold him close. His defense, his reaction… it meant everything.
“Carter, his address?”
There was no chance I was telling him he lived just a few doors away. I was just relieved that Tanner had never spotted him. I shook my head and bit my bottom lip. His gaze fell to my mouth, and he took two steps forward until his legs pressed to the side of the sofa.
I clambered to my knees and scooted forward, reaching out and pressing my palm against his bare chest. My lips quickly replaced my hand. His breath caught, and his pecs twitched. Smiling lightly, I continued my ministrations, luxuriating in the taste of his skin, the feel of his hardening nipple in my mouth.
“Address, Carter. You’re not going to distract me.”
I didn’t believe him and knew that he didn’t believe his words either as his large palm cupped the back of my head and he angled my face up to him.
Our eyes locked and my breathing increased when I stared at the beautiful man before me. He’d quickly become my everything. Even before the past twenty-four hours, he was firmly placed in my life, but since we’d finally opened ourselves to something more, I had no hesitation in admitting to myself that Tanner could quite possibly beit.
“Kiss me.”
His gaze darkened, lust swirling in his gray eyes.
“Tanner, I need you to kiss me.”
A low growl escaping from his lips was my warning. His mouth slammed on mine, our lips, our breaths, our tongues clashing, melding, urging for more. With every stroke and caress of his tongue, I whimpered. I needed him inside me, taking me, connecting us in a way so deep that no words, no bigotry, no one from outside this moment could stop me from seeing how perfect Tanner was for me.
In a matter of seconds, Tanner was once again naked. Our lips still connected, I released a surprised squeal when he lifted me, carried me to my bedroom and placed me on the bed. A moment later, he lay on the mattress and pulled me on top of him.
“I need to see.” His voice was breathy, filled with desire.
I nodded in understanding and reached over for the lube and condom. His eyes drifted from my face, our erections, and my hand; it was obvious that he wished he could focus on all three at once. When I rolled the condom on though, he surprised me by focusing on my eyes.
“You know how much I want you, need you?” His eyes were surprisingly hard when he spoke, as though urging me to truly understand every syllable he spoke and believe them.
“Yes,” I answered with a nod. With my eyes fixed on his, I slathered lube on his sheathed erection and reached to my entrance. I gasped on touch, eager for Tanner to fuck me.
A grin broke free on his perfect mouth, lifting the dangerous edge from his eyes. “Good. Now put your cock in my mouth.”
I groaned and didn’t even have time to respond before he clamped his big palms on my ass and shifted me up to his face. He lifted his head and angled me the way he wanted before his tongue dipped out and licked the tip of my glans, focusing on lapping up my precum.
When he took me in his mouth, a loud cry rushed out of me. “Holy fuck.” I jerked my hips, encouraging him to take me deeper, despite the awkward position. Tanner pulled back after a few sucks and licked me once more, his eyes lifting to mine as his fingers slid down my crease. I didn’t hold back the delicious shudder that racked my body. Biting my lip, painfully desperate for him, but not wanting to change this moment for anything, I gasped when he circled my tight opening. Already I pulsed, knowing how good it would feel when I was wrapped around him.
His voice was rough and the deepest it had ever been when he spoke. “One day I’m going to prepare you with my tongue. Fuck, baby, I can’t wait.” His finger pushed through my entrance, and I leaned back against him in wonder. Never had I been rimmed, and hell if the thought of Tanner doing something so primal, so fucking forbidden didn’t have my balls drawing up. “You want that?”
I nodded my response as he pushed in farther, this time stretching me with two fingers. “Oh my God!” My words were gravelly, desperate. “I can’t….” I needed him inside me, wanted him there before I exploded.
Tanner removed his fingers immediately, scooted me back, and pulled my lips to his. Our mouths met with a ferocity we’d yet to share, surprising since every connection had seemed just that. I groaned, his mouth capturing the sound, before I leaned away and positioned myself above him.
I sank down carefully, feeling the delicious burn. I winced despite loving every inch that filled me. Catching my hips with his rough hands, Tanner forced me to pause.
