Chapter 15 Alex
ALEX
Ignoring the still ringing cell phone, I crossed to my dresser and pulled out some clothes for Daniel.
My shirts were a no-go with his brawn, but ball shorts, socks, and—checking the size on his dress shoes, which were lying discarded in the bathroom’s doorway—sneakers would do.
He always wore a tank under his dress shirts so he could get his ass downstairs without flashing anyone.
I dropped the clothes on the vanity with the dress shirt and tank he’d left there when he stripped, then headed for the living room, where I dumped my keys and cell when Daniel and I first arrived.
I flipped open the now yet again ringing phone and said, “You can be a cockblocking bastard, you know that?”
“Poor, little, baby SEAL. You’ll be fine. I’m sure Elle will take care of you later.”
“Am I on speakerphone?”
“Fuck no.”
“What’s with the fucking names?”
“It’s me being a supportive friend and team leader.”
“Supportive friend and team leader?”
My doubt must have conveyed over the cell connection and through the craziness of the background noise, which made hearing him hard because he said, “I think I’m being uber supportive.”
“We need to have a conversation about the definition of supportive.”
“Is that Alex? Alex! Alex! Come get your drink on! There’s plenty to go around.”
It was hard to tell which of the guys from the team were yelling for me in the background, it sounded like Chris and Jason, but it was hard to tell, either way, I got the gist, and it confused the fuck out of me. “Is the bar known for running out of liquor?” I asked.
Parker laughed. “No. He meant frog hogs.”
“Fuck.” I fucking hated this shit. Hated it with a motherfucking rage-inducing passion that made me want to turn postal.
“Walker, I’m gonna duck out for a smoke. I’ll be back in a bit,” Parker said. The smoke thing seemed weird to me. I’d never seen the man light up even once since I joined the team nearly a month ago.
“What…” I began, only for him to interrupt.
“Give me a minute.”
I waited, heading back to the bedroom. I needed to get dressed myself if we were going out, except I didn’t know what the guys would be wearing. Deciding jeans and boots would be okay, I pulled those on while holding the phone between my ear and shoulder.
“Okay, I can talk,” he said with a huff. The sound of a heavy metal door echoed in the background. Before I could say anything, he said, “I’ve got your back. Same as you’ll have mine and Daniel’s and anyone else you meet in the service that the shoe fits.”
“Good to know.”
Knowing I could count on Parker not to out me lifted a bit of the burden I’d nonchalantly brushed off when Kelly asked me how I would live in the closet for the rest of my life.
I thought living under the thumb of the senator, and the worry of being outed to him, his team of people, and his constituents had been an equal barometer.
I was wrong.
So fucking wrong.
Nothing could prepare you for the level of toxic masculinity and homophobia you found in the service. Fag, queer, and gay were bandied about daily.
“You still with me, kid?”
I hated he called me ‘kid.’ I’d felt inadequate my whole damn life.
Not good enough for my father to love me, spend time with me, or anything else.
Then I met Kelly, who wanted more than I could give and who turned his back on me when he found out I joined the military.
Now there was Daniel—older, fucking model gorgeous, intelligent beyond my imagination, and years older than me in age and even more so in experience.
He made me question the belief of my father’s abandonment, neglect, and abuse instilled every day of my life from my earliest recollection.
“Alex?”
“Sorry. Yeah, I’m here. I’m getting dressed.”
“Good. Don’t overthink it. What you left the base in is what the rest of us have on. Well, not Walker and Foster, but they have wives who make them dress a certain way occasionally, and this is one of those occasions, apparently. Feel free to rib the fuck out of them over it.”
“I’ll be there soon.”
“Sounds good.”
The call disconnected, and I slipped it into my pocket. I had so many questions, but figured I could get them answered better in person. Every one of them disappeared from my head when I looked up. Daniel stood shirtless, wearing my ball shorts, picking up his shoes in the doorway to the bathroom.
“I never took you for a perv.”
“Well, I am, but what clued you in?”
I lost it laughing at him. He dropped his dirties and shoes on the bench at the end of my king-size bed before pulling me into his arms. I loved the way his arms felt wrapped around me. They were a balm to my neglected, battered soul.
One that scared the hell out of me.
“You okay. You went quiet.”
“What? Oh, um, yeah, just thinking about how much money I’m getting ready to drop at the bar.”
“That’s right, you haven’t been out with the guys yet, have you? Gotta love that hazing ritual.”
I shook my head. “I’ll love it when it’s someone else’s credit card taking the hit, especially when I’m old enough to be on the receiving end.”
“I like it when you’re on the receiving end,” he said with a wink.
“Goddamn, you’re cheesy, Daddio. Like ancient blue cheese cheesy.”
“Did you just call me old?”
I smirked, trying to keep the laughter inside. “If the shoe fits.”
He wrestled me to the bed, bared my ass, and paddled it. “I’ll show you old.”
I laughed. “Is that all you got?”
He upped the ante. His hands fell harder and faster. I lost myself in the rhythm. Between smacks and the occasional squeeze of my heated, burning ass cheeks, my cock filled, throbbing against the comforter I rutted against.
I loved his dominant streak.
I loved how he took control.
“Oh, fuck!” I yelled when he breached my opening.
He didn’t waste any time, and before I got too comfortable, he replaced his fingers with his thickness. His cock, long and hard, slid into me slowly, bumping against my prostate.
The pressure on my cock disappeared as he pulled me back onto my knees, spreading them wide. Just my tip touched the fabric beneath us. The light brushing as he fucked my ass was a mindfuck of too much and not enough. I needed more.
“Fuck!” I screamed when one of his big palms hit my ass with enough force it pushed me down further on his thighs, making his cock peg me in that delicious way that made you want to run away and beg for more all at once.
“Keep those hands above your head. You’ll come from my cock and nothing else.”
A whimper turned to a moan as he picked up the pace.
“I gotta cum. Please fucking make me come,” I begged.
He shifted, leaning over me, one hand next to my head, the other holding me in place and forcing my back to arch to take him.
“Fuck you’re beautiful, pretty boy. So greedy for Daddy’s cock.”
“Yes! I love it.”
“Hmm, and I love giving it to you. I love the way you moan and whimper, the way you lose yourself to it, and how you beg for it with your body.”
Everything in me raced toward the finish line, only it kept moving.
“Make me come. Sweet heavens, make me come. I need it.”
“You need Daddy’s cock, don’t you, baby boy? Daddy needs his boy, too. I want you to come, Xander.”
“More. I need more,” I begged.
He jerked me up onto his lap, making the world spin as he sat back. His cock buried itself deep inside, his hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing lightly, controlling how much air I got. The nerve endings celebrated, but still it wasn’t enough.
“Touch my dick. Please, I need it.”
“That’s what Daddio wanted,” he growled in my ear, his hand wrapped around my cock.
Cum shot from my cock.
“Xander!” he groaned against my throat.
His cock pulsed inside me, his teeth sank into my shoulder, triggering another orgasm to follow on the heels of the first one.
He pushed me forward into the mess and fell on top of me, both of us gasping for breath. “What the fuck was that?” I asked, between sucking air into my lungs.
“Nuclear winter.”
I looked over my shoulder at him, his eyes glassy, curls damp, cheeks flushed, lips full from where he had bitten them.
As if I didn’t have a hard enough time not kissing them every time I caught sight of him, the way he chewed his lips when he fucked me plumped his lips up like two plush pillows, leaving them wet and shiny and oh so fucking irresistible.
My fingers threaded into his hair, pulling his mouth to mine. Our mouths worked together, sending an echo of need through me, one I thought coming would relieve. It didn’t. It hovered in the background.
His forehead touched mine when the need to breathe overruled the desire to keep kissing him. “We need another shower.”
“That seems like a great idea, only we’re late, and we’ve yet to take a shower together that didn’t threaten the city’s water supply.”
His brow arched.
“And that’s a problem, why?”
“Because we told Parker we’d meet the team at the bar, and I don’t put it past Parker Holt not to knock on every door in the building when he didn’t find us at your apartment.”
“Look at you learning the quirks of your teammates.”
I bit my tongue to keep from showing the insecurity I felt about their relationship.
“Parker Holt is a non-issue.”
I rolled my eyes but nodded. I hadn’t ever been possessive of a guy. Kelly and I had fucked around, and he wanted to be exclusive, but I had no desire to limit myself. Not when I knew what awaited me when I enlisted, but Daniel triggered the caveman I didn’t realize I had.
“Okay, we need to get moving. I propose we shower in our respective apartments.”
He nodded, moving off me. I hissed as he slipped completely free.
“Damn, you rode me hard,” I said, rolling onto my side to see him better.