Free Finding Eden by Kele Moon Page A

penetrating, Paul actually held his breath in response. “If I go along with this fucked-up shit you’re into, I wanna know what exactly I get in return.”
    “Anything you want,” Paul said without hesitation. He gave Danny a look and punctuated his voice on purpose. “ Anything. ”
    Danny was silent, unmoving, like a predator stalking prey. His eyes narrowed in a silent challenge before he leaned over once more, falling into him. Paul responded immediately, arching in invitation. When Danny reached up, pushing at Paul’s cheek, forcing him to look away, Paul went with it, offering his neck to him when he felt Danny’s breath hot against his sensitive skin.
    Danny dragged his tongue from the curve of his neck up to the soft spot behind his ear, doing it slowly as if staking ownership. Paul knew he was being deliberately lascivious, testing the waters on purpose, but he didn’t give a fuck. He groaned out loud, his chest heaving under the waves of longing, his cock aching to the point he wondered if he was going to embarrass himself and come right there.
    When Danny’s teeth sank into the curve of his neck, latching onto skin and muscle and then tugging, Paul’s entire body jerked in reaction. “Fuck,” he ground out, sliding his hand between their bodies and pushing his palm against his cock that was straining against his leather pants. “S-Stop,” he pleaded desperately. “Please stop, Danny Boy.”
    “Can’t take it?” Danny asked, lifting his head to glare at him, his eyes shining with profound disappointment. “Wanna run back to your girlfriends instead of take what I have to offer?”
    “No, I just—” Paul swallowed hard, fighting the lust that was hazing his brain to the point even speaking was difficult. He studied Danny, taking in the hurt that showed on his face and trying to figure out what he did to cause it. “I don’t wanna come—yet. Unless you want me to. Do you want me to?”
    Confusion marred Danny’s brow for a brief moment before his eyes darted to Paul’s crotch. When he lifted them again, a ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. “No.” His voice was sultry, the lull of his Southern accent making it smooth and compelling as he licked at his full lips. “If you’re hard for me, coming would ruin it. I don’t like that.” He leaned closer once more, placing a kiss against the patch of skin he damaged with his teeth. “Maybe I’ll leave you hard and aching for days, months, years. That’s how long I’ve been hard for you. Turnabout’s fair play, dontcha think, Paul Guy?”
    “Wha—” Danny’s words sank past Paul’s lust-clouded senses. He blinked and then reached out, touching his arm and ignoring the way Danny flinched from the contact. “Danny Boy—”
    “Shut up,” Danny snapped, his eyes narrowed. Paul jumped when he slammed his hand against the headrest. “You don’t get to fucking talk. I’m gonna use you and you’re gonna let me. Isn’t that the game we’re playing?”
    That was more than enough to have Paul filing away whatever confession Danny made to be dealt with later. He wilted once more, giving him a soft look on purpose. “Sure, I like that game.”
    “Then I don’t want you to talk,” Danny said before he pulled away, taking the car out of park. He turned to look behind him, his hand resting on Paul’s seat as he took a deep breath. “You really fucked up, Paul Guy, because I don’t have an issue with using people’s weaknesses against them, and this is a pretty big fucking weakness. You could end up being my bitch for a very long time.”
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    The car ride was deathly silent. There was no radio playing, no conversation, not even halting, only the sound of the road against tires and the raspy breathing from both of them filling the air.
    Danny drove on autopilot, the lights ghostly in the darkness, blending out to misty shades of white and red, but he wasn’t seeing them. His mind was on the man next to him, his scent an