Page 25 of Sins of the Fathers
“Already ahead of you. Everything’s ready.”
While Grady had finished his research, Dawson had set up for movie night in the living room with a huge bowl of popcorn, a bucket of cold beers, and one of their favorite superhero movies already queued on streaming. They had both changed into sweatpants and T-shirts before dinner, and Grady loved the way Dawson’s arousal tented the gray material with a promise for later.
They snuggled close on the oversized couch, and Dawson started the movie, turning off the lamp so the room was lit only by the TV’s glow. Grady leaned up to kiss him, slow and lingering, tasting beer and garlic and something completely Dawson.
“You’re going to miss the movie,” Dawson joked.
“That’s the idea.” Grady kissed him again with intention as his hand slid lower to tease around the waistband of Dawson’s pants before dipping inside.
“Looks like you’re ready for thecomingattractions,” Grady continued.
“How do you want it?” Dawson breathed as Grady wrapped a hand around his cock and made a couple of slow pulls.
“I want to blow you while you suck me,” Grady murmured. “And then…we can make it up as we go along.”
They shucked off their clothing, movie forgotten, and rearranged themselves to lie toe-to-head on the broad couch. Grady nuzzled Dawson’s happy trail, content with a face full of wiry hair and the overwhelming scent of his lover’s arousal. He cupped Dawson’s ass and drew him closer, licking and lightly nipping along his thighs as his hands roamed.
Dawson pulled Grady’s groin close and swallowed his hard cock in one move. He slid a finger between Grady’s cheeks and teased at his hole, promising more.
Before he lost himself entirely to sensation, Grady toyed with the head of Dawson’s stiff prick, wetting his lips with the pre-come and savoring the taste before he licked up and down with the flat of his tongue. That drew a very interested moan from Dawson, and Grady smiled as he bobbed and licked the thick cock, flicking his tongue through the slit and adding the barest scrape of teeth as he pulled up the shaft.
All the tension of the past few days meant that neither of them were likely to last long. Grady knew they both needed the release as well as confirmation of their bond.
“Come on, Daw. Let go,” he urged, and Dawson gasped and arched. Grady swallowed every drop only seconds before his own climax rushed through him, losing himself in the warm heat of his lover’s mouth.
He licked and sucked Dawson’s cock as he trembled with aftershocks. Grady loved being able to drive Dawson wild with pleasure, and he felt boneless and relaxed after his orgasm.
When he finally felt able to move, Grady managed to sit up and searched for his discarded pants and shirt. He clicked off the TV and carried the food out to the kitchen while Dawson gathered his things before they shuffled to bed, planning to clean up the rest in the morning.
“Sorry that date night wasn’t more exciting,” Dawson said as they crawled under the covers. “I’m just happy to be with you, Gray.”
“Are you apologizing for toe-curling sex? Because I’m very happy—unless you’re offering a do-over, which I’d totally take you up on,” Grady replied, barely stifling a yawn.
“Tomorrow,” Dawson answered, his voice gravelly from deep throating Grady’s cock. “We can start the day right before we go looking for your tally whackers.”
“Bushwhackers.”
“Only if they’re straight.”
“You’re impossible,” Grady sighed at the bad pun.
“Yep. But I’m yours.”
Grady leaned forward to kiss him. “And I’m yours. Forever.”
* * *
The next morning,after a satisfying round two, Dawson and Grady headed for the place where the bikers’ bodies were found. The Mustang roared along the twisty mountain roads, hugging the curves and opening up wide in the straightaways. Grady laughed when they caught air on a bump, and Dawson turned the radio up loud.
Dawson had the windows open, and the air ruffled his dark hair. For the first time in weeks, Grady felt free of the overwhelming certainty that something bad was going to happen. He knew that feeling wouldn’t—couldn’t—last, but he intended to enjoy every second while it did.
A mile before they reached the murder site, Dawson slowed the car and turned down the radio. Grady felt the lighthearted mood slip away.
“I’m not sure what we’re going to find—or who else might be looking,” Dawson cautioned. “So stay sharp.”
The police tape was gone, but trampled grass and ominous dark stains made it simple for them to find the right spot.
“Not enough blood,” Grady muttered. “This was just the dumping spot—whoever killed them wanted the bodies found.”
