Free Dangerous by RGAlexander Page B

his face and slow his racing heart. Only a bad dream. You’re home. It’s over. Let it go.
    He wished it were that easy. Wished he could fall back into Ken’s arms and go to sleep without seeing those images burned in his mind. But that wasn’t going to happen now.
    They’d spent the entire day in the loft exploring each other. Again and again they’d given in to the need that only got stronger each time. Again and again Ken had proven to be the most creative and passionate lover Brady could have asked for. His body was incredibly responsive. As addicting as his mouth.
    The sex had been so mind altering that he’d actually forgotten about his nighttime handicap and fallen asleep. He never thought about how his nightmares would affect someone sleeping in the same bed. Had he physically lashed out in his effort to escape? Had he hurt Ken?
    He saw Ken’s reflection in the mirror, his hair loose and flowing down his back in a way that made Brady’s breath catch. “I’m really sorry I woke you. What time is it?”
    “Three-thirty. And don’t worry about it. Are you okay?”
    He used the hand towel to dry his face and forced a smile. “Just a bad dream. It happens. You should go back to bed. I’m going to grab something cool to drink.”
    And go back across the hall so I don’t wake you when it happens again.
    When he got to the kitchen he realized Ken was still behind him. “How often?”
    “What?” He poured a glass of water, wanting to do anything but talk about this.
    Ken pushed his hair back away from his face and watched him with knowing eyes. “How often does it happen? Once a month? Once a week?”
    Every night since he’d come home, with the exception of the Great Rumming of 2015, when he didn’t dream at all. He supposed getting blackout-drunk had benefits, but he wouldn’t trade one problem for another. “Unless you have a swampy tea for bad dreams, it doesn’t really matter, does it? Anyway I’m told they’ll fade in time. Seriously, Tanaka, go back to bed.”
    Ken sent him a speaking look. “Just because you broke my body with your big hard cock doesn’t mean you can boss me around. I’ll go to bed when I feel like it, preferably with one hand tangled in that sexy red chest hair and yours on my ass.”
    Brady licked his lips, his cock stirring as he stared at Ken’s body. There were bruises on his hips and arms that made Brady frown, but Ken kept assuring him he wasn’t hurt. And he was vocal enough about his pleasure that there was no way Brady could doubt it. “If you’re staying awake too, I’m always up for another round of body breaking.”
    Ken shook his head. “On the couch. Now.”
    He went to sit down, sighing heavily. He didn’t like talking about it. Jeremy had caught him wandering around the house in the middle of the night that first week and Brady had tried to make light of it, but he could tell the man had been genuinely concerned. He’d tried to convince Brady to talk to someone about it, but in some ways he couldn’t avoid being his father’s son. Pride kept him from seeing a therapist. Pride kept him from telling his brothers. Pride told him he just needed to suck it up and wait it out. To be a man.
    Pride was a chatty little son of a bitch.
    “Look, I’m fine, Tanaka. I usually only sleep a few hours a night. The Marines don’t give you a lot of time to work on your napping skills.”
    Ken sat down in his lap, his bare ass pressed against Brady’s thickening shaft while he stared him down. “I appreciate how bad you are at lying, but you don’t need to bother. Not with me.”
    “I’m not lying when I tell you your ass is distracting me. But don’t move. I like it.”
    Ken didn’t move. “I like it too, Finn. I like everything about this. Except the part where you woke up screaming. Have you talked to someone?”
    “I’m talking to you right now,” Brady responded swiftly. “I’ve talked to Jeremy. I don’t really see the point in talking to a