Locke didn’t really want to think about that episode where he’d almost underestimated the man. He touched his side where the doctor had stitched him. Fortunately, he healed fast.
“I tried to stitch myself up, but couldn’t, so instead of bleeding to death in my bathroom, I went to the hospital.”
“Why didn’t you call me?” The annoyance on the fighter’s face was clear.
“Because I would have looked like Frankenstein’s monster after you’d finished. Anyway, after I was sorted out, I went to a meet with Luther, but he canceled. I heard later that night that Allison had escaped. I did a little bit of digging, and I learned that the girl disappeared once she reached the hospital. Her trail went cold from there.”
Gage leaned forward. “Someone helped her to get out.”
Locke nodded. “And Luther came to the same conclusion. However, even though I knew Allison was out, I acted as if I didn’t know. I decided to go to Luther’s and see if I could buy her. That’s when I came face to face with the doctor who stitched me beaten, and Luther was determined to have her admit she had helped Allison disappear and where she was hiding her.”
“Holy shit! Could that be that doctor who helped those girls disappear over the last year?”
Locke needed confirmation, but all the pieces led to that conclusion. “Yeah, I think so.”
Gage whistled. “And you got the doctor out. It’s what you do.”
“I struck a deal with Luther, convinced him I would use her as a sex slave, train her for the next six months. He wouldn’t sell her to me. So, I negotiated the lease and brought her here. She’s bruised and tired to the bone and is sleeping in the guest room.”
“Do you think he suspects anything? About you I mean.”
Locke shook his head. “No. He wants more money. He’s getting greedy. And he needs to be stopped soon.”
Gage nodded and got to his feet, rounding the kitchen island. “You’ll find a way. And I want to be part of it.”
Nodding, Locke was glad for his friend’s support. Gage squeezed him in his huge embrace, and quickly pulled away, looking down at his still rigid erection between them. “I thought with the clothing on the floor, you had done the deed.”
At the memory, Locke smiled. “I didn’t, but she came. Twice.”
Gage laughed, his face full of mischief. “I’m dying to see her, but first…”
His friend’s hand cupped his pulsing cock, eliciting a moan from Locke. For them both, women were the endgame but what was between them was on another level. A link to their past, a kinship thicker than blood, an undeniable desire for connection, and an understanding of each other only they had. A quest for pleasure that felt both forbidden, uncomplicated, and unbridled.
He knew that with Gage he didn’t have to be careful. As if to prove a point, Gage pushed him against the counter and bit his neck. The pain felt like a relief of all the pent-up lust flooding his veins. The memory of the doctor pushed over and over to orgasm was too much to bear.
Locke tangled his fingers in his hair as Gage slid a hand in his sweatpants and fisted his cock.
“Holy fuck!”
Gage chuckled darkly. “We’ll get there. Give me time.”
Locke yanked his head away before crashing his mouth to Gage’s. The contact was so hard, he was surprised he didn’t taste blood. The warmth was soothing, but it wasn’t enough.
“Fuck, I need this. Please. I…” But Locke didn’t need to explain, Gage knew him too well and pulled him toward the sofa before pushing him down. The muscled male body covered him before nipping at his lips. Locke opened his legs and grabbed Gage’s tight ass, moving his hips up, humping Gage, feeling his cock getting hard too.
However, his friend retained some control, careful of Locke’s wounds over his ribs when he only wanted to fuck, to take and be taken.
Everything was going way too slow, but although Locke knew he was strong, Gage was stronger, containing him, controlling their rutting bodies.
His friend’s beard drew a fiery path down to his hips.
“Gage!” He wanted to sound menacing, but instead, he heard the desperation in his own voice.
With one firm pull, Gage tugged at his pants and swallowed all of him into his hot mouth. With a strangled cry, Locke tensed before bending his knees to push his feet on the cushions. Blindly, he searched for his friend’s hair, but before he could fist it again, Gage caught his wrist, a silent warning to let him do what he liked.
Gage alternated between sucking him and swirling his tongue over his pulsing head. He didn’t have to look to know how red and engorged his cock was. Somehow, his body was fighting him, edging closer to the verge of exploding but it stayed just out of reach.
Bringing Gage’s rough fighter hand to his mouth, he started to suck one and then two fingers, mimicking the caress from his cock. Locke hissed between his teeth, as if tethering on the edge.
