Free Spark And Flame by K. Sterling Page A

you should consider the victim and the victim’s family,” Lane said and Aiden groaned in frustration as he pushed a hand through his hair.
    “I thought we agreed it was better for me to work less and to do whatever I could to discourage him,” he argued and Lane nodded.
    “We did. Before we knew about Stewart,” he said. “Before, it was about protecting ourselves and not encouraging a lunatic. A victim is a game changer,” Lane explained and Aiden’s eyes became distant.
    “I think he knows that and he’s been saving Stewart until he could get the most in exchange for him,” Aiden mumbled and Lane sighed wearily.
    “I’m sure you’re right,” he said as he kneaded Aiden’s shoulders. “But you know what he’s doing and you’ll be ready for anything he throws at you,” Lane promised. Aiden nodded but Lane could see doubt in his eyes and the way his lips pulled tight and it made his chest ache. In their seven years together, Aiden had never doubted him. He always believed him and believed in him and Langley had taken that away from them.
    “Can we stop talking about him? Just for the rest of the night?” Aiden asked wearily.
    “That’s a great idea,” Lane said. “What do you want to talk about?” He asked and Aiden shook his head.
    “I don’t want to talk,” he said as he set his phone on the bedside table and turned off the lamp. “I want to fuck you,” he stated and desire swept through Lane.
    “I was hoping you would,” Lane said as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside before Aiden rolled toward him and threw him back onto the pillows.
    Aiden’s lips and tongue lapped, nibbled and sucked on Lane’s neck as his hands quickly pushed Lane’s sweatpants down his legs. Lane kicked them away as Aiden worked his way down Lane’s chest. He was very thorough, bathing Lane in licks and bites as he feasted on his body. The insides of his elbows, the backs of his knees, his ankles… Aiden’s lips and hands were everywhere, demanding and relentless as Lane writhed restlessly beneath him. Aiden was determined to reclaim every inch of Lane’s body, saving the most sacred parts for last. By the time Aiden’s tongue glided up the length of Lane’s cock, he was grinding his teeth and swearing profusely.
    It was going to be one of those nights, Lane realized. Aiden either blocked out Lane’s pleas or didn’t hear them as he took Lane deep in his throat and sucked hungrily. He wasn’t going to be rushed and his need would be nearly insatiable. His lips and tongue bathed Lane in fire as his hands and fingers kneaded, stroked, probed and squeezed. Lane pulled a pillow against his face to smother his moan as Aiden’s tongue swirled and flicked at his hole as his hand wrapped tight around Lane’s shaft and tugged slowly.
    “I think I’m going to die,” Lane slurred as Aiden sucked at his soft, puckered flesh. There was a soft shushing sound from Aiden as he laved the spot under Lane’s sack before he pulled one of his balls into his mouth. “Jesus!” He gasped as Aiden’s fingers slipped past the tight ring of his ass and reached deep. Lane became as taut as a bowstring as Aiden slowly fingered his ass and swallowed his cock. His long, clever fingers found Lane’s prostate and a heavy, throbbing pleasure pulsed through his groin as everything became tighter. He chanted Aiden’s name as heat and pressure surged into his shaft but Aiden continued to push Lane toward deliriousness. “I’m about to come!” Lane cried as his fingers twisted in the sheets and his shoulders came off the bed.
    Aside from a soft hum of approval, Aiden showed no sign of awareness. Lane knew Aiden was lost in his own need. At the moment, he needed to drain Lane of every shred of his sanity as he forced his release from him. Pressure exploded in his groin as his nerves ignited and his muscles tensed as come rushed up the length of his erection. Aiden drank greedily as he milked every drop from