Sinner's Gin (21 page)

“You’re wearing too much clothes,” Miki grumbled. He tried to reach Kane’s waistband, but the man grabbed his wrist before he could undo the metal button.

“I need to talk to you first,” Kane murmured, leaving a searing kiss on the corner of Miki’s mouth. “I need to talk to you about Carl… and Shing.”

Kane was serious. Miki could see the worry and concern in every line of Kane’s body. Even the skim of his fingers over Miki’s throat was a stuttering, feathery touch, as if the man was afraid he’d break.

“I don’t want them in this room with us,” Miki growled and captured Kane’s face in his hands, forcing the man to look straight at him. “I didn’t bring them in here. I don’t want you to either. For once in my fucking life, Kane, can’t I just be with you? Without having anyone else inside of me? ’Cause you’re the only one I want inside of me. Not them. You.”

Chapter 13

He found me on a staircase of steel.

Nowhere near Heaven, a Devil making a deal.

Come on down, son, my Satan said with a grin.

Come with me and we’ll make Sinner’s Gin.

—Gin and Demonic

“N
O
,
THERE
’
S
just me,” Kane whispered finally. “Just you and me, baby.”

“Good,” Miki whispered. “Because I don’t want to think about anyone else. I want this. I want you, Kane.”

Kane felt good against him. Too right on his skin. A part of him wanted to shove the man away… to shove Kane as far out of his life as he could, but the selfish child inside of him whimpered at the thought. It’d been too long since he’d been held. Too long since a man whispered how much he was wanted. Too long since he heard all of the lies men told him when they wanted him to spread his legs so they could fill him with their release, only to walk away leaving him empty and wanting something more.

It was wrong to believe Kane when the man said he would give Miki more, but Miki wanted to believe him.

Even if it was too much of a lie to believe.

Kane’s palms were rough on his skin. Small imperfections and calluses caught against the smooth landscape of Miki’s stomach, and then Kane smoothed over the roughness with a gentle feathering of his fingers over the reddened spot. The man’s stubble-burred jaw scraped Miki’s neck, and then the sting of Kane’s teeth in the hollow of his throat made him gasp. Digging his fingers into Kane’s shoulders, he shifted under the man’s heavy body, easing his right leg out.

Then Kane moved away, leaving Miki’s heated skin to cool.

He didn’t want to beg. He’d be damned if he begged, but Miki’s throat widened with the barbed words anyway. Swallowing at the lump forming at the back of his mouth, he tried not to spit out his anger at the man drawing off of him, but it was hard.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“I want to taste you first,” Kane whispered.

“We can….” Miki was silenced with a punishing, hard kiss, and he gasped, trying to regain his breath.

“Let me do this for you,” Kane said. “Let me take care of you. For right now, lay back and let me make this all about you. When was the last time someone did that for you, huh?”

He didn’t want to say never, but it hovered on his lips. His past sexual encounters were mostly fumbling dark-alley blowjobs given to guys who wanted Miki’s mouth on their dicks, not the other way around, and when Sinner Gin had finally broken out on stage, he was working too hard and drove himself too fast to do more than quick hand jerks given to him by faceless, sexless fans in backstage corners or in the shadow of Sinner’s Gin’s tour bus.

Miki wanted more than what he’d had in the past. He needed Kane to be with him, to take his time with Miki’s torn body. Falling back onto the bed, he reached out and hooked his hand around his lover’s neck, pulling Kane in for a kiss. When Miki gasped for air, Kane broke free and began to run his tongue over Miki’s bare skin.

Kane spending time licking at his body was far more than Miki ever dreamed about, much less hoped for.

His nipples were as hard as his cock, maybe even harder once Kane’s mouth closed over his left nub. The man’s tongue flicked over the dense bit. Pinched lightly between Kane’s front teeth, his nipple throbbed, and his body responded to the wet, sweet pain of the man’s bite. Kane’s fingers stroked first at his other nipple. Then, when he moved over to lave at Miki’s unattended nub, that same hand traveled downward, snagging the drawstring loop of Miki’s pants. Kane’s nimble fingertips made quick work of Miki’s waistband bow. Plucking the ends loose, he dove in slowly, the back of his hand scraping across the slender down trail below Miki’s navel until he reached what he was searching for.

“Kane…,” Miki growled, torn between wanting the man’s touch and the crawl of tingling nerves as his dick responded to the whisper of fingertips at its root.

“Just hold it in, babe.” The tantalizing hand withdrew, and Kane rose up onto his knees, straddling Miki’s thighs. Hooking his fingers into Miki’s waistband, he slowly drew the cotton fabric down, taking extra care not to jostle his right knee. Kissing the trail of barbed-wire scar around the joint, Kane traced it up until its end, a faint starburst on the inside of Miki’s thigh.

Sprung free from its prison, Miki’s cock jostled for attention, a glistening curve of ivory tipped with pink. Kane leaned forward to kiss its tip, and Miki gasped, jerking his hips back. Grinning at the sensitive response, Kane clasped Miki’s hips and held him steady, adjusting his stance until he was kneeling between Miki’s legs. The man parted his thighs and panted out a guttural moan when Kane moved his right knee over a pillow.

“You okay?” Kane reached up with one hand and cupped Miki’s cheek. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No…,” Miki groaned, digging his shoulders back into the mattress. “I just needed it up on a pillow. It’s okay. God, don’t stop. I’ll kill you in your sleep if you stop right now.”

“Now, if that isn’t incentive,” Kane murmured. “Hold on to me, babe. Hold and just… let go.”

Miki didn’t know how long he could last. Certainly not longer than they’d already been kissing, and when Kane’s hot mouth closed over the tip of his cock, he almost exploded into Kane’s throat. The man pulled back, coaxing a low, groaning keen out of Miki’s throat when he laid a skim of butterfly kisses down Miki’s hard shaft. Gripping the base of Miki’s sex, Kane gently stroked the slick skin and sparse hair with his thumb.

“Kane,” Miki gasped and pushed at the man’s shoulders lightly.

“What, Mick?” He didn’t stop long enough to do more than whisper those words before he dropped back down to lick at Miki’s cock tip, parting the slit with his tongue.

“Can you….” Miki shut his eyes. Something inside of him lingered dark and heavy in his chest, and he reached for Kane’s hard arms, anchoring himself in the moment with the feel of the man straddling him. “Can you take off your clothes? Please? I… I’ve never had anyone with me long enough to…. It would be like you’re staying, you know?”

Kane stopped and drew himself up, staring down at the man he’d brought to a frenzied need. For a moment, Miki wondered if he’d go insane waiting for Kane’s answer, but then the cop slid off of the bed and began pulling his clothes off. As he stepped out of his jeans, Kane’s erection drew Miki’s attention first. He stood at the end of the bed, letting Miki get a good look at the man who battered down the walls he’d put up around himself.

“Take a good look, Miki love.” Kane’s voice was a rough pour of Irish over sex. “Because I’m staying.”

Years of working with wood and training for the force sculpted Kane’s body. His arms bulged as he tossed his shirt aside, and as he twisted, his ass muscles tightened into dips before relaxing into firm rounds. The cut of his abdominal muscles was framed by his hips, and a thick black pelt surrounded the heavy weight of his stiff, long sex. He held his arms out, giving Miki a cocky smile, and turned around, laughing when the singer blew an off-key wolf whistle at him.

Kane’s smile was silly enough to ease the razor-fanged butterflies feasting on Miki’s stomach.

It wasn’t a perfect body. Instead, it was the body of a hard-muscled man who grew up with a band of rowdy brothers and lived a life as fully as he could. There were scars. The largest, a thin line of white through tanned skin, ran from Kane’s left hip up his ribcage. Another, a lighter swatch of brown, marked the space under his left knee. Miki didn’t mind them. He had his own scars, both inside and out.

Kane’s stomach rippled when he moved toward the bed, his muscled chest and arms flexing as Kane put his hands on the mattress to balance himself while he kissed the jut of bone on Miki’s right ankle. A light constellation of freckles spanned the top of Kane’s shoulders, and Miki made a silent promise to himself to kiss every single coffee-splash dot before Kane slipped away from him.

Taken as a whole, Kane was the most beautiful man Miki ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Then Kane’s hands roamed up his calves and over his hips, and Miki forgot everything other than the touch of the man’s mouth and tongue.

He knew he wouldn’t last. Not after so many years of being unable to do anything more than cry, but Kane took his time, suckling on his cock and pulling back up its length when it seemed like Miki was about to lose himself. Clutching at the root, Kane held Miki’s release tight, slowing down his strokes until they became whisper-soft touches. When Miki was finally able to see again, Kane began anew, wrapping his lips around Miki’s flange and scoring the velvety skin lightly with a brush of his teeth.

His cock grew wet with Kane’s spit, and Miki parted his legs, needing to thrust himself deeper into Kane’s hot mouth, but the man’s broad hand on his hip held him down. Frustrated, Miki threaded his fingers into the soft ruff of Kane’s hair and gripped the man’s nape.

“Kane, I’ve got to come,” Miki begged. “God, just let me go.”

“No, baby,” Kane whispered, running his tongue around Miki’s head. “I don’t want to let you go. Not now. Not ever.”

The promise in Kane’s voice drew Miki’s balls tight, and he lurched up, curling his body around Kane’s shoulders. The tears hit, riding fast on the heels of his release, and when the lightning from his cock struck, Miki held on tight to the man stroking him. The heat unspooled quickly, spreading through his body in a wave of overwhelming sensations Miki had no name for.

His throat tightened, and he struggled to breathe, jerking with the intensity of his orgasm. It built up from his balls, choking past the tangle of nerves at his cock’s base, then spilled out in a stream of hot liquid. His climax hit again, the second wave drawing itself out longer, and he held on tighter, feeling Kane’s skin give beneath the press of his nails.

Miki tasted blood, and he licked at his lips, not surprised to find he’d bitten through the tender flesh. His insides begged for Kane’s touch, and when he thought he couldn’t stand much more, the tip of Kane’s spit-damp finger edged into his opening and slid in, spreading him enough for Miki to have a taste of what it would feel like to have Kane’s cock delving into him.

His orgasm ripped through him, and Miki screamed Kane’s name. The man wrapped his arms around Miki’s waist and rocked him, hissing when Miki’s teeth sank into the meat of his shoulder. Miki held on, his cock reveling in its awakening. The skin on his shaft tightened and gave when his balls emptied again, the head growing too tender to be touched. Miki ached along the length of his sex, and still, his body continued to release, spilling out every drop of want and desire he’d held in for too long.

Miki’s jaw ached, and he finally let go of Kane’s shoulder, horrified at the deep purpling beginning to spread over the spot he’d bitten. Weakened, he murmured an apology, but it came out a whisper of nonsense and pleasure. Grinning at Miki’s insensibility, Kane leaned them both back into the pile of pillows scattered at the head of the bed and shifted Miki’s boneless body into a more knee-friendly position.

“I’ll give you a few minutes to rest.” Kane kissed Miki’s bitten lips. “You strong enough for me to take you bent over the bed?”

“I don’t know. That’s a lot of standing I’d have to do,” He blinked and snorted, cradling Kane’s arm when he draped it over Miki’s chest. “And maybe I want to have
you
bent over the bed.”

“I’m the one who got the condoms and lube,” Kane whispered, stealing another kiss from Miki’s open mouth. “I get first dibs on your ass. You can have me later.”

A
RUMPLED
, naked Miki was possibly the sexiest thing Kane ever saw in his life. The man’s legs seemed to go on for miles, and as the singer bent forward to grab at the bottle of lube Kane tossed onto the bed, Kane was tempted to bite down on the ripples of bone along the man’s rib cage.

Miki’s shocked yelp was well worth the slap Kane got when he sank his teeth into the man’s side.

“Shit, we didn’t eat. I might be a little hungry….” Miki began to crawl off the bed, but Kane grabbed him by the hips and pulled him back.