Sinner's Gin (22 page)

Kane sent a mental thank you to the designer who stocked Miki’s home. The bed linens were luxurious, a satiny cotton that made it easy to slide his lover over. He swallowed Miki’s laughing protest in a fierce kiss and worked the man’s fingers off of the bottle of lube, letting it drop onto the mattress.

“We’ll eat later,” Kane promised. “Right now, I’ve got other things for you to do.”

It took delicate maneuvering, but Kane’s hands were insistent, and he edged Miki over onto his lap. The singer’s long legs wrapped around Kane’s hips, and he caressed the man’s injured leg, working a gentle massage over the scars running a hopscotch around his knee.

“You okay?” Kane asked softly, returning his mouth to the column of Miki’s throat.

“Yeah, it feels more stretchy than hurting,” Miki murmured. “It’s… not bad.”

He was learning to love the blushing pink marks his teeth made on the man’s pale skin. The tender area on his throat was an erotic zone for Miki, and with every bite and rake, the man squirmed and moaned. Suckling at the crease between Miki’s throat and shoulder, Kane drew up a welt, scoring the spot with his bite as he rolled the skin with his teeth.

Miki’s cock was hard again, leaking a clear dribble of need when Kane’s fingers danced over its head. Smoothing the liquid into the velvety skin, Kane slid his hand slowly down the man’s shaft, tightening his grip when he reached Miki’s balls. Cupping the delicate sac, Kane played with their weight, tugging gently until he felt the bite of Miki’s fingernails digging into his arms. He dropped his hand further down, teasing the opening hidden between Miki’s cheeks. The furl gave slightly under the pressure of his fingers, and he lightly circled the man’s entrance.

“You like that?” Kane whispered against Miki’s parted lips. “Want more?”

“Yeah,” Miki rasped. “God, yeah.”

The lube was scented, a sweet almond aroma that spread to fill the room when it hit Miki’s hot skin. Kane’s fingers were coated with the slick, and it ran down into his palm as he parted Miki’s opening with a delicate pressure. Miki took the foil packet from and bit into its corner to open it. Then spat out the dribble of lubricant he got on his tongue from tearing open the wrapper. Scraping at his tongue with his front teeth, he made a face at its taste.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Miki grumbled at his smirking lover. “That shit’s nasty.”

His cock eagerly stood for the condom, and Kane fitted the tip over his head quickly, shoving it down until it caught on his root. A stroke down seated the latex tightly on his shaft. Then Miki gasped when Kane’s fingers dipped into him, spreading him apart.

“Shit, warn a guy,” Miki growled into Kane’s shoulder.

“Okay, hold on,” Kane warned. “I’m going to be fucking you. Hard.”

Miki shuddered in anticipation from the heavy promise in Kane’s words. He wiggled against Kane’s hips, his shins taking most of his weight as he balanced on the mattress. Angling his ass up, he fell slightly forward, rubbing his chest against Kane’s with a slow, erotic burn of sweaty skin on skin.

Kane pushed deeper into his lover’s heat, pulling out a rumbling groan from Miki’s open mouth. With the singer pressed against him, Kane had a good view of the man’s pretty face, softened with arousal. His full lips were dappled from being bitten, and a long trail of slightly raised welts danced down Miki’s throat and across his collarbone. The man’s rich brown hair cascaded across his cheekbones, dusting over Kane’s chest, and Miki’s hands were clenched into fists, resting on Kane’s shoulders.

Kneading his hands against Kane’s body, Miki held as still as he could while Kane worked his fingers in until his palm lay flush against the underside of Miki’s ass. Once entrenched, Kane let Miki rest before he parted his fingers to work his lover’s tension free. The muscles in Miki’s body responded to Kane’s touch, and the singer relaxed, taking in more of Kane’s fingers with a sighing murmur.

“Not enough,” Miki pleaded. His head was down, so Kane couldn’t see the spark of emerald he wanted to flash in Miki’s eyes before he seated himself into Miki’s body. Cupping the man’s chin, Kane guided Miki’s head until he could see his face.

He was in love with Miki’s face. Kane could admit that easily without letting the rest of his heart murmur its pleasure at Miki’s presence in his life. The man’s thick black lashes and exotic features were dominated by his enormous green-gold eyes and sweet mouth. Framed by his rich mahogany-shot hair, Miki’s face could make angels weep and haunt a cop’s dreams. Somewhere, someone made the perfect beautiful male and tossed him away, letting Miki drift like flotsam until Kane found him. It broke a part of Kane’s heart open, and he wanted to kiss away the sadness lingering in the shadows of Miki’s gaze.

“There you are,” Kane whispered. Slanting his mouth over Miki’s open lips, Kane drew his hand away from Miki’s ass and licked the roof of his lover’s mouth when he began to protest. Murmuring softly about how good Miki felt straddling him, Kane shifted his legs and guided his cock to the slick, gaping pout waiting for him.

Slathered with lube, Kane slid into Miki as if he’d been created to fill the singer’s body. Parting Miki’s opening, Kane took a deep breath when Miki canted his body and took him in. As Kane inched further into Miki’s passage, Kane rubbed at his lover’s spine, stroking him gently while Miki struggled to find air. Gasping, Miki dropped his head down until his forehead rested on Kane’s muscular shoulder. He lifted his arms, wrapping them around Kane’s torso, and quivered, panting with the pleasure of being filled.

“I’ve got you, Miki love,” Kane’s fingers tangled into Miki’s hair, and he caressed the man’s nape, feeling Miki slowly relax around his erection. “We’ll take our time.”

Pulling himself up, Miki kept his head down as he pushed against Kane’s thighs. A change in the angle of his hips, and Kane’s cock nearly slipped free of his ass, but Miki ground his hips back, moving in a small circle to recapture Kane in his tight grip. Kane shivered from the sudden plunge of his cock into the cold air of the room, only to be engulfed by the simmering warmth of Miki’s slick hole. Another tilt, and Miki gave a whispering moan, filling himself again with Kane’s heft. Reaching forward, he palmed his own cock, only to have his hand pushed away.

“Let me,” Kane insisted. “I want to do that for you, baby. I want to make you explode.”

Kane’s fingers found him, stroking at his length until Miki’s hard cock jerked and twisted in his hand. Murmuring encouragement, Kane began to thrust up, piercing Miki’s core with a solid push of flesh. They began to move, finding the pulse between their bodies. In a few heartbeats, Kane found the right hook to follow, and he gripped Miki’s hip with his free hand, guiding the man into a steady rhythm.

Miki’s tight, velvet grip around his cock drove Kane wild as he plunged in and out of his lover’s body. Buried inside the man for the first time, he pushed himself deep to stroke against Miki’s pleasure. He struck the spot, and Miki’s body untangled around him in a sudden, frenetic squirm. Miki grunted for more, and Kane tried to time his strokes with the roll of his fingers. The lube on his hand turned Miki’s cock to a satiny-hard shaft, and he worked down its length, burnishing the head with his palm before fondling his way back down to the base.

Unable to hold himself back, Miki covered Kane’s fingers with his own hand. They slid up and down Miki’s sex with their tangled fingers, its lube-slick skin rolling over the shaft in time with the thrusts of Kane’s hips. Encouraged by Kane’s whispers, Miki drove down to meet his lover with each stroke.

“I can’t last, Miki. Gonna lose it.” Kane shuddered, trying to slow his own release.

The spiraled clench of Miki’s passage on him was nearly too much to handle, and he felt the rush of his seed beginning to boil up from his sac. Quickening, he flicked his thumb over Miki’s entrance, running the spread of lube around the rosette so he could pound Miki harder. The rough feel of his finger against Miki’s crinkled entrance drove Kane to lose himself in the feel of his lover’s skin sliding against him.

“Too much, Kane,” Miki gasped. “Going to come.”

Grasping himself firmly, Miki pulled his sex hard, jerking his palm over the head as he tried to match the thrusts pounding up inside of him. His shoulders and stomach trembled with the release building along his erection, and Kane began to rock faster, determined to drive Miki over the edge.

Nearly painfully hard, Miki’s cock throbbed once, then spurted a thin trail of white. It spread over his fingers, seeping down between the cracks of his knuckles. A moment later, another climax hit him, and he shot wide, splattering Kane’s chest with a blast of hot seed. Continuing to rock on Kane’s sex, Miki lunged forward, dropping his shoulders and pushing back onto the other man, driving Kane as far in as he could take him.

Kane picked up his pace, moving in time to the man’s encouraging grunts. Digging his fingers into the small of Miki’s back, he regained his control long enough to hold on, slapping their bodies together in a wet slide of skin on skin.

A spark of release hit Kane hard, and he leaned back, nearly losing his balance as his cock erupted. Miki crested again, and Kane cried out, driven to his orgasm by the clench of Miki’s muscles around his shaft. Pulled in by the man’s contractions, Kane gritted his teeth and came hard. Sweat dotted his chest and ran down his torso as he gripped Miki’s shoulders and drove his lover down onto his throbbing shaft.

Engulfed fully, Kane thrust one last time into Miki, the tight sac under his erection giving to his release and curling up into the hollow of his thighs. The hot spill bloomed into Miki’s passage, working a flood of sexual desire through the tight space between them. The latex swelled, filling to the brim with Kane’s seed, and Miki gasped at the volcanic rush coursing from Kane’s shaft, his own cock seeking its final, fluttering release.

Kane eased Miki down, reluctantly laying the panting man onto the mattress. The singer complained softly when Kane’s softening erection slid free of Miki’s rippling entrance. Bound by sweat and drying lube, they kissed what parts of each other they could reach, wet skin slick under their palms, and the smell of musky sex blended with almond oil.

“Fuck, that was nice,” Miki finally gasped. Panting slightly, he stretched out over the bed, sucking in as much air as he could. “I’m going to hurt like hell tomorrow but it was worth it.”

“Nice?” Kane muttered. The muscles in his legs were rubbery, and there was a creaking ache beginning to form in his spine. Next to him, Miki looked well-fucked, his skin glowing gold and his mouth slightly swollen from Kane’s tongue and teeth. “Fucking hell, it was more than nice. You wore me out, and I get
nice
?”

“Yeah, nice.” Miki turned his head, sleepily winking at the man lying next to him. “Maybe next time, we can aim for pretty good.”

“What do I have to do to get a fucking fantastic?” Kane eyed his lover suspiciously.

“Make me forget my name,” he murmured, his green eyes gleaming with satiation.

“Deal.” He chuckled, rolling over to give Miki a slow, simmering kiss. “Just so long as you don’t forget mine, Miki love, because you’re going to be screaming it for a very long time.”

Chapter 14

We are lost somewhere in Boon Fuck E.

The van’s all broke and we don’t have tea.

Damie’s driving us to hell and gone…

Sinjun, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to take that guitar and shove it down your throat.

Hey, what rhymes with gone? Maybe I should change it to back. That way I can use black.

—First Tour of the Americas, location unknown.

K
ANE
jerked awake at the sound of a deep, lolling chime echoing through the warehouse. He debated ignoring the doorbell, then thought better of it when Miki shifted in his sleep and grumbled into the pillow he’d curled up around. After sliding out from the tangled sprawl of the man’s limbs, Kane grabbed a pair of sweats from the floor and tugged them up over his hips. The chime sounded again, a low, mournful sound and Kane shook his head.

“Sounds like you should have Lurch answering your door there, Miki boy,” he mumbled to the sleeping man. Dude opened one eye from his post at the end of the bed and rolled over, showing Kane his extreme disinterest in getting up in the form of his blond-furred belly.

According to the green light displays on Miki’s living room electronics, they’d slept the afternoon away and were quickly heading toward early evening without either of them having much in their stomachs. Somewhere close, someone had cooked a dinner rich with garlic and cabbage, and his insides protested the emptiness sticking to his ribs. Shuffling to the front door, Kane peered through the fish-eye peep hole and stared in shock at the person standing on Miki’s stoop.

“Oh, fucking hell,” he whispered under his breath.

He would rather have taken on another pack of reporters. Hell, he’d even be willing to tackle Connor’s team of glorified thugs who thought they were
real
cops. No, instead God chose to deliver onto Miki’s doorstep the source of all Morgans’ nightmares following a missed Sunday family dinner—a short, red-haired Brigid Finnegan Morgan carrying casserole dishes in the bright pink paisley fabric tote Riley got her last Christmas.