Free Bloodlines by Alex Kidwell Page B

looking back at Redford. “See if it’s unlocked?”
    When the last of the rope had fallen away and was tucked into Redford’s pocket, Redford took the few steps to his left and checked the door handle. “It’s open.” He beamed at Jed, reaching out to take his hand, absently sliding his fingers along Jed’s neck, making sure there were no marks from the knotted collar.
    He swung the door open and happily dragged Jed inside, hauling him in for a kiss as he kicked the door shut behind them. They were cloaked in near-total darkness, the only light coming from under the door. Jed’s hands were on Redford’s belt, yanking it open with a sharp movement. The only sounds were the faint, low thrum of music from the bar, the harsh panting of their breaths, and the creak of leather as Jed sank back to his knees.
    Redford tangled his fingers in Jed’s hair, stroking through the short, messy strands, looking down to watch him. “I wish there was a decent light in here,” he admitted, running his thumb over Jed’s jaw. “I like seeing you.”
    He felt Jed pause under him, a low huff of air lifting his shoulders. Fingers fumbled a bit on Redford’s zipper, and then there was Jed’s tongue, running along the underside of his cock. Redford hissed in a sharp breath, just barely stopping his head from colliding with the wall when he tipped it back. “Same to you, babe,” Jed murmured. “Best sight in the whole damn world.”
    Jed apparently wasn’t in the mood for any kind of slowness or further lead up, and Redford really did thump his head against the wall when Jed’s mouth wrapped around him. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the low light, but not enough to see Jed—instead of staring down at the sight of Jed on his knees, the lips wrapped around him cherry bright, the gleam of a smirk in Jed’s gaze, Redford was forced to focus only on the physical. His whole world became nothing but scent and sensation, the incredible feeling of Jed’s tongue and the slide of his mouth. Redford clenched his fingers in Jed’s hair, struggling not to turn his grip painful.
    It wasn’t that they hadn’t done this before. Jed had shown, time and time again over their months together, that he was quite willing to partake of this specific activity with little to no provocation. But somehow, it was so intense . Maybe it was that it was dark, or that Jed had decided that sliding his lips down to the base of Redford’s cock in one fell swoop was the right course of action—which Redford could hardly argue with—but Redford found himself biting his lip just to keep from moaning so loud everyone could hear. He’d never exactly done this in a storage room before, especially not with an entire bar of strangers less than thirty feet away.
    Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back against the wall, summoning every scrap of restraint he had to stop himself from advertising their presence. He wasn’t going to last long, not with Jed doing his best to make him come undone as quickly as humanly possible. Not with the strange allure of doing this in a place where they could so easily be discovered—Redford wasn’t sure why that was hot, but he didn’t have the brainpower to figure it out right then. He’d ask Jed later.
    When arousal built to its peak, Redford tried to warn Jed, but all that came out was a stuttered version of Jed’s name, pleasure sweeping over him and leaving his skin alight. His head was definitely going to hurt, with all the times he’d smacked it against the wall, but the sensation drowned that out.
    He sagged back against the wall like it was the only thing holding him up and managed to loosen his grip on Jed’s hair, rubbing his fingertips over Jed’s scalp in apology. “I don’t think I can move,” Redford said vaguely. “But I’d like it if you stood so I can kiss you.” If he attempted to kneel or pull Jed up, Redford was sure he might actually fall over.
    With a very quiet laugh, Jed stood, arms