Page 18 of Flesh and Fury
Eoghan couldn’t believe his eyes, but he kept moving, fucking the second orgasm out of Ari, just the way he’d promised he’d do. When Ari finally let go of his softening cock, Eoghan slowed his thrusts, and collapsed over him, letting his dick slip out of his lover’s stretched hole with a wet pop. Ari’s arms came around him and the moment their lips touched, Eoghan knew there was no place on earth he’d rather be than in this strong, beautiful man’s arms. They lay there coming down from their climaxes until finally, Eoghan rolled off. Half of the come Ari’d shot all over himself was now smeared on Eoghan’s chest and abs. He looked down at himself and laughed as Ari reached for a box of Kleenex, taking several out and passing them over to Eoghan.
“Thank you. That was a messy business.”
Ari chuckled, wiping up the spunk on his chest and abs and then reaching lower. “You can say that again. I’ll toss those,” he said, holding out his hand and rolling away from Eoghan just long enough for him to get a view of his gorgeous ass. He was picturing him in the corset and tiny boy shorts when Ari rolled back and propped his head in his hand.
Eoghan leaned up and kissed his soft lips, feeling his heartbeat finally slow to normal before pulling back. He smiled at him. “I have something to tell you. I was going to tell you before now, but I guess you should know that I love you.” He said it fast, knowing if he didn’t, the words might never come out.
Ari’s eyes went wide and he lifted his head from his hand. A slow smile spread across his face. “You do?”
Eoghan felt himself blush and he knew it was one that wouldn’t only flag his cheeks but make his whole face red. “Yeah…Iah…hope I didn’t freak you out. I just wanted you to know.”
Ari leaned forward and swept him into his arms, kissing him until Eoghan couldn’t breathe. When he finally pulled away, he was grinning from ear to ear.
“What?” Eoghan asked nervously.
“What? Of course you freaked me out, Eoghan.”
He swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat. “I’m—I don’t know what to say. I-I didn’t mean to,” he stuttered.
Ari pressed his lips together. “Eoghan. I love you too. You freaked me out because I’ve been feeling it for months and trying to figure out how or when to say it, praying you’d give me some kind of hint. I just didn’t expect you to say it.” He fell back onto the bed, arms crossed over his head.
Eoghan leaned over him. “I love you, Aristotle Brown. I really do.”
Ari looked over. His eyes were dancing with mirth. “Keep saying it and I will too.”
“I love you, Aristotle.”
“And I love you, Eoghan.”
Chapter Six
ARI
Before dawn Ari’s phone buzzed. He only woke up and rolled away from Eoghan when the noise persisted. It took him a few seconds to register the continuous buzzing but by then, the racket had ceased. He groaned as he realized that he was slightly sore from the exertions from the night before. Still, it brought a smile to his face and when he reached for his phone, all the wonderful sensations and images came to the forefront of his mind. He couldn’t believe it, but bottoming had been wonderful. He was so happy that it had been with Eoghan who’d treated the entire night with care, delighting his body as he’d brought him to the heights of pleasure. He was very glad he’d waited until the right man came along, the very same man who’d professed his love to him.
When Eoghan’s phone also began to buzz on his bedside table, his lover stirred and looked over at him. His black hair stuck up on top of his head, adorably mussed as he pushed himself up on both elbows and swiveled his head between his phone and Ari who was watching him with what he knew had to be an amused smirk.
“What’s going on?”
“Don’t know. I think it’s texts.” Ari looked down at the phone and began checking the string of text messages, blinking his eyes several times as he tried to clear the sleep from them. He had to make sure he was seeing right. Sureenough, there were some messages from Deputy Chief Priest but others from Marshal Carly Rusch. All of them seemed to refer to the same incident and all of them asked for return calls as soon as they received the messages. They didn’t go into detail.
Get a hold of your partner and call me right away, Brown!
It was from their boss. Ari sat up straight, letting the sheet fall to his waist before looking at Eoghan. “Something must have happened,” he said. “This can’t be about Marshal Rusch and her partner setting a meeting with Oscar Garcia.” He noticed Eoghan was reading his own phone and not paying any attention to him.
“Holy shit!” Eoghan said, springing out of bed with his phone in hand. In the low, predawn light of the room, Ari couldn’t help but admire Eoghan’s naked body silhouetted against the soft light behind the window curtains.
His phone buzzed in his hand—a new text from Priest. When he looked up, Eoghan was standing in profile, texting someone back.
“Oscar Garcia is dead?”
Eoghan looked up and then climbed back on the bed. “The chief says she was contacted by the Agency who was notified that on their way back to Hawthorne, he ran his car off the road and rolled it.”
“He was driving, this says. What the hell, Eoghan? That’s impossible. He was three sheets to the wind, looking unconscious when Walters’ werewolves carried him and the Walters boy out of the brewery. Why didn’t his granddaughter drive them back to Hawthorne? She was crying but in better shape than he was, assuming he woke up once they got him to the car.”
“I don’t know if he was actually unconscious,” Eoghan said. “We both saw him in a fireman’s carry, but unconscious? I don’t know. I agree he shouldn’t have driven unless he was sober but werewolves metabolize food three times faster than we do. After I was nearly killed by one, I’ve stayed away from their kind, but other marshals talk. From what I understand, it’s the same with liquor for them. They sober up quickly. Still, maybe he was a passenger. Nothing in the texts say anything about Carmen, his granddaughter or what happened to Edward Walters.” Eoghan frowned.
“What is it?” Ari asked.