By Theda Black
Coming soon to eXtasy books http://extasybooks.com/
When Will's girlfriend dies, Tyler supports him in every way he can,
even when Will's increasingly self-destructive behavior endangers them
both on the job. And as Will withdraws further, a desperate Tyler can't
keep his feelings hidden anymore.
But Will doesn't turn his back on him. In fact, Will might have some
feelings of his own he's kept hidden. The trouble is, Tyler's kept more
than one secret. He knows something about Anna's death-something that
could end their relationship for good.
Beautiful men, opposites, the two of them. Light and dark. There was an
intensity in Tyler's face, watching Will and Sandra. Predatory,
dangerous. Sandra leaned over and brushed her lips against Will's,
testing, then looked directly at Tyler in the flashing lights of the
bar. His fingers tightened on the edge of the table—she saw them
whiten. He smiled at her, a twitch of his mouth upward, but she
wasn't fooled. True predators don't know how to smile.
Will wasn't oblivious to what passed between her and Tyler. There
was a hard glint in his eyes belying the softness and warmth of his lips
on hers. She whispered in his ear, a question, and he leaned his head
against hers, his hair brushing her face. His lips touched her ear, his
teeth bit her lobe. She gasped and his tongue followed, soothing the
small hurt. She pulled back, flashing him an open challenge with her
eyes. Will smiled. Not until he'd finished the last drop of beer and
settled the bottle back down on the table did his eyes meet Tyler's.
Tyler watched him with raised eyebrows. You really want to do this?
Will's lips curled in a reckless grin. The lights flashed over his
skin and clothing as he sat back against the wall in an elaborately
casual manner, watching Tyler.
Tyler's smile spread slowly over his face. A challenge? Oughta know
better by now.
Will nodded at him and swallowed his thoughts in another beer.
Will couldn't help but flash onto Anna's face as he pulled off
his clothes. How she looked in the moonlight in his bed, her body pearly
white, limbs long and perfectly shaped. He blinked the vision back and
the feelings that came with it, willing it into the recesses of his
mind, but not before a childish, angry question came. Is this what you
But Anna was dead.
The wildness in Tyler's eyes almost matched Will's of late, as
if he'd tried to take his anguish into himself when nothing else
made it fade. Tyler didn't leave Will alone much lately, didn't
allow him to be unaccountable, and so they argued. Tyler was unyielding
in a charming, irritating way, a puppy pulling a trouser leg in his
usual relentless fashion. It irritated the hell out of Will—the man
might as well move in with him. As a matter of fact, Will wasn't
quite sure he hadn't.
Will wanted something, anything to get away from the stench of failure
with a woman he loved, trusted, wanted only to make happy, and so the
drinking became more and more a regular part of their nights, that and
picking up women. Didn't help, but then it didn't hurt. He
didn't care if it did. Too many failures and not enough reasons why left
only himself to blame.
Sandra pulled off her blouse slowly, Tyler a dark shadow standing beside
her, and Will's mind came back to the present. Her long hair settled
against the smooth skin of her back and shoulders. One of her hands
dipped beneath the waistline of her pants, rubbing, touching herself.
She was lovely.
She's not Anna, his mind insisted helplessly, so he strangled the
thought to a slow death. Just another night spent wiping out the
memories. Everybody's a user tonight. He lay down on his back on the
bed and watched the show, blanking his mind.
Sandra's eyes moved over their faces. Two pairs of eyes, pale
green and warm brown, drilling holes into her as her shirt came off. Her
skin broke out in goose bumps and her nipples rose hard and pebbled.
Will wouldn't dance at the bar, but his clothes came flowing off him
like water, quick and graceful, his own kind of dance. His legs were
long and muscled, and his chest gleamed in the low light from the street
lamps outside, a marble statue, smooth. She wanted to touch him, his
clean lines. He lay down on her bed and folded his arms behind his head.
His cock jutted upwards but he didn't move, didn't touch
Tyler stood there, only watching until Sandra turned to him. She tugged
at his shirt and he pulled it over his head, his hair going haywire. His
chest was furry and she reached out to touch it, rubbed it, muscles
rippling beneath her fingers. Then came the jeans. He was so
dark—midnight to Will's moonlight. His eyes were hungry, primal.
Will wants the moment, nothing more, she thought. Tyler wanted…her?
Maybe. But she noticed his eyes on his friend's long body as well.
She didn't know them. Getting to know them wasn't high on her
list. But even she felt their connection, instinctively, emotions
feeding off each other, Will's craziness winding into Tyler. And he
let it in. Which meant he was almost as crazy. But it was all more than
she really cared to know.
She reached out and ran a hand over Tyler's ass, beautifully shaped,
compact. His skin was hot, and muscles bunched beneath her fingers. She
traced the shape of his buttocks around to the tops of his thighs,
brushing the hair there lightly. He reached for her, breath hitching in
his chest, but she turned around and sank to the bed on all fours. His
fingers trailed over her bottom, down her legs as she moved away.
What, no underwear? Will grinned in the dim light. Are you really ready
for this, Ty? Then, as Tyler's jeans sagged to the floor—guess
you are. Will's smile grew and he smothered a laugh.
Tyler didn't seem the slightest bit embarrassed at facing his best
friend with a hard-on, but then, neither had Will. Tyler smiled back at
him, though there wasn't much humor in it somehow. Too much
intensity. A shiver rolled over Will's skin and the smile died on
his face as Sandra's hands trailed over Tyler's ass, light on
dark skin, making their way front and forward.
Sandra turned around to Will just as Tyler reached for her, dropping
onto the bed on all fours and crawling over the long length of him on
the bed. Her breasts swayed as she moved. Will winked at Tyler, standing
there empty-handed, and then her mouth came down, tongue curling over
and around his. Tyler flew from his mind. Her body lowered onto Will,
settled onto him, breasts and heat and smooth skin, and his arms came
around her back. Eyes closed, his cock pressed upward, hardness against
softness, their mouths exploring each other frantically.
Suddenly there was a cool draft of air between them as she lifted her
body from his. Her mouth left him and his arms fell back over his head.
He guessed she was going to Tyler.
Another thought of Anna advanced on him. He choked it off brutally and
chased it away, eyes closed. Then the electric feel of a wet mouth
traced its way up the center of his chest, and his breath caught in his
throat. He arched into it, heart surging, pulse galloping. Teeth scraped
across his bare skin, stopped at a nipple, lapping, urging it to a taut
peak. He groaned. His cock throbbed. Fingers slipped into his own,
overhead, and held him down.
The mouth came down over his, hard lips claiming him, tongue tracing his
own, gently but wanting, needing him, and he knew. Had known. Sandra
wanted him but didn't need him. Nobody needed him that way. So
he'd told himself.
His lips tingled with electric shock even while his body bowed upward
helplessly to meet the tongue exploring his mouth, the lips roaming over
his own, tasting, devouring. Tyler's breathing was harsh, and his
hands clasped Will's roughly, pushing down into the pillows.
Will's body shook and hummed with the enormity of what was
happening, but alcohol and reckless curiosity pushed it back. Tyler
kissed him as if he might never get the chance again, his mouth
ravenous, the dark beginnings of his beard scraping Will's skin.
He tasted good. He tasted like he'd always known Tyler would.
These long nights after Anna died, all the drinking and the fucking,
nothing, nothing was enough until now, Tyler exploring every inch of his
mouth, the corners of his lips, worrying them with his teeth, burrowing
into him, tasting of beer and warmth and wanting. Tyler's groan was
in Will's ear, vulnerable, ragged, and Will thought for a moment
that the sound of it alone could make him come.
Where in hell is this coming from? He and the alcohol worked at
subduing his runaway worries to mere flashes—the future, what they
would do next, how they'd act with each other. He thought too damned
much, anyway. Doesn't matter, he kept repeating to himself. His
mantra. It only mattered that it felt good, better than he'd thought
even in the wildest wanderings of the imagination.
He twined his tongue languorously around Tyler's, experimenting. It
was strange to have such heat and strength and fierceness clasping his
hands so tightly, and in his mouth, and pushing him down into the bed.
To have the fevered rigidity of Tyler's cock pressing his hipbone.
He rubbed against it, arching, experimenting, and Tyler moaned again, a
low rumble in his chest. His nerve floated high and sweet above him and
he made a noise he couldn't help, then, so unrecognizable to him as
to almost be a separate thing. Tyler's dark eyes flew open, made
more striking by the shadow-lashes lining them, and he smiled at the
Beautiful. I always knew that, Will thought, meeting his look but
unable to hide the shock of what was happening to him, how it felt to
have Tyler's hands on his body—a still and numbed disbelief
combined with the high-buzz of sex. Tyler saw it in his face, the glassy
look in his eyes. Uncertainty overcame the passion and he pulled away,
slightly. Then more.
Will couldn't move. Couldn't say anything until the guilt and
anger in Tyler's eyes turned away and it was too late.
Then Will screamed after him, a sound without words, unable to express
what he wanted in any way that made sense, but Sandra was there, lips
covering the sound, moving over him, cool, slender fingers sliding
around his cock. For a second he wanted to strangle her while she pumped
him. Her lips moved against him. He didn't respond, opening his
eyes. Tyler was behind her, his hands on Sandra's breasts. His mouth
on her ass.
Will's mind went white and he kissed her savagely. He touched her
and fucked her, no gentleness to him, and knew that Tyler watched and
wanted him. And that he wanted Tyler.
AFTER ANNA by Theda Black
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