His to Claim by Alice Cain Read Free Book Online

triumph.
    Kyle laughed softly, unable to believe how
incredible it felt to be with this man in this way. Not to be outdone, however,
he slid further down the bed and took Alex's cock deep into his mouth.
    Alex's grin was replaced by a look of shock
that quickly morphed into pleasure. Strangled moans filled the air as Alex
tried to lift his hips, tried to thrust, tried to take
back control. Kyle held him down, straddling Alex's legs with his thighs, their
fingers still entwined as Alex finally succumbed to the inevitable. Kyle drank
him down, surprised by the flavor, by the man's addictive taste.
    Unnerved by just how right this felt, Kyle
let Alex's softening cock fall from his mouth and stared at the man currently
staring back at him.
     
    ~*~
     
    Alex felt like he'd run a marathon. He'd
never come quite as hard as that, or felt so wrung out afterward, but it was
the need to snuggle into Kyle's warmth that had him completely unnerved. He
swallowed hard, plastered a fake smile on his face, and made a joke of it all.
    "You finished down there, cowboy?
You're cutting off the circulation in my legs."
    Kyle frowned but started to lift away, and
Alex quickly dropped his gaze, unwilling to make eye contact while uttering
such a blatant lie. If anything he wanted to pull the man closer, not push him
away, which was why he didn't dare glance at the cum coating his stomach. The
delicious feeling of having been marked by this man was seriously unnerving.
    The moment Kyle's gaze landed on Alex's
stomach, Alex rolled away, climbed out of the bed, and headed into the shower.
For one heart-stopping moment he thought Kyle was going to follow him into the
bathroom, but the soft click of the internal door closing as Kyle left his room
made Alex sag in disappointment…no, relief. He'd meant relief. He was sagging
in relief. He was really relieved
that Kyle hadn't asked him for anything more. He really, really was.
    And fuck, he'd never been very good at lying
to himself.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Grateful for a little breathing space, Kyle
took a quick shower, then grabbed the takeout menus and ordered a healthy
dinner for them both. They needed to get moving—it was probably safer to travel
at night since their possible pursuers were nocturnal and a moving target was
harder to hit—but he also needed to find out how Alex wanted to handle this.
    Kyle's instincts were screaming at him to
grab the guy and run home as fast as he could. If Alex had been anyone else he
might have made the choice for him, but it was clear that the man was used to
making decisions for himself. He'd been a cop for nearly a decade in one of the
most dangerous precincts in the country. The man knew how to handle himself.
    It was kind of ironic that Alex was
essentially hiding from Kyle right now. Although, to be fair,
Kyle wasn't exactly not hiding
either. Clearly, the attraction between them was tilting them both off
balance.
    He was grateful for the excuse to go into
Alex's room again when the food finally arrived. This time he knocked,
unwilling to intrude if Alex really didn't want him there.
    A moment of tense silence was finally broken
when Alex called that the door wasn't locked.
    "Hey," Kyle said, holding up the
bags of food like some sort of peace offering. "I've got dinner."
    Heck, they'd given each other mind blowing
orgasms, not gone to war, but the tension between them sure suggested
otherwise.
    "Thanks," Alex said, only glancing
at Kyle's face briefly before looking away.
    Kyle silently debated his next move, but
finally decided to sit and eat with Alex. Breakfast had been a little awkward,
and dinner was likely to be worse, but at least it would give them a chance to
talk about how they were going to deal with Alex's job and the mission he'd
been given by internal affairs. It was stuff they needed to discuss pretty
urgently anyway.
    Kyle set down the takeout containers on the
table, quickly identified each dish, and then studiously ignored