Chapter Two

Chapter

Two

“Babe!”

“Kitchen!” Aiden yelled

out in answer to Nick’s shouted query. Deefer had signaled Nick’s

arrival when he’d driven into the driveway of their rental property

so Aiden knew his lover was on his way. As always, when Nick walked

into the room, Aiden was filled with a sense of pride that this

tall, hot, alpha as hell man was his. Nick’s eyes warmed when he

saw Aiden standing by the kitchen cabinet and walked straight to

him. Aiden knew what was about to come, and it was the highlight of

his fucking day.

Without a word, Nick wrapped a hand

around Aiden’s nape and pulled him in for a kiss. As with most

things Nick did, he took control, claiming Aiden’s mouth with his

own and adding just enough pressure to have Aiden melting into the

man. Christ, he could kiss!

When Nick pulled back with a groan, he

pressed his forehead against Aiden’s, and the two of them took a

couple of quick breaths. “Damn, Aiden,” Nick said with a sigh.

“Every time I come home and kiss you, it’s like the first

time.”

Aiden grinned and pulled

back slightly. “I know what you mean. Although, I

do remember the first

time you kissed me.”

Nick grinned back. “Me, too. I

remember the fact that you broke my nose just after it,

too.”

“Well, it served you

right. You don’t get to yell at me, and call me a fucking idiot and

then get to kiss the hell out of me and expect any other

reaction.”

“In my defense,” Nick said

as he wandered over to the fridge, “you had just scared the fuck

out of me, and I thought you and Deefer had just been blown to hell

and back.”

At the sound of his name, Deefer

sidled over to Nick and was welcomed with a pat on his head and a

piece of cheese Aiden hadn’t yet been able to get Nick to stop

feeding the dog.

“He and I had it all under

control, and stop feeding him cheese! It’s spoiling him, and he is

starting to turn his doggy nose up at the ordinary dog food he

gets.”

Nick laughed as he handed Aiden one of

the beers he’d grabbed then moved to lean on the kitchen table.

“That dog has faced too many life and death situations in his

lifetime and saved more lives in Afghanistan than any one unit I

would suspect. I think he should be on a steak and caviar diet for

the rest of his life.”

Aiden turned to look at his dog and

chose to ignore the hangdog expression on the chocolate lab’s face.

“I think he might agree with you. And although I, too, think he is

worthy of more than some kind of processed dried meat, it is what

the vet says is best for him, and I for one want him around for as

long as possible.” But that didn’t mean that Aiden didn’t slip the

dog a cut or two of whatever protein he and Nick would be eating.

Aiden had lost count of the number of devices that dog had found

during their time in combat, including his own.

The two of them worked together to

finish getting their dinner ready, before sitting down to eat. This

was something that Nick insisted on. Every day possible, the two of

them were to sit down together for dinner. Not in front of the

television, but face to face and talk about their day. For Aiden,

coming from a family who only communicated by shouting at each

other before resorting to physical violence, this had been a little

odd at first, but now it was something he looked forward

to.

“How was work?” Aiden

asked, and realized this was one of his favorite parts of the day.

Sharing the good and bad parts of his day with the man he loved, he

didn’t think it could get better than that. Unless a certain Marine

were sitting with them of course.

Nick sat back with a sigh. “They think

all those fires are being set by the same person.”

“The ones you were talking

about a couple of days ago?” Aiden asked. “Do they have any

leads?”

Nick shook his head. “Not a thing.

They guy is either too damn good, or just that lucky. He hasn’t

used a consistent MO, his accelerants change, the description of

strangers in the towns don’t match, but they are just too regular

and occurring in an almost zigzag across the country for it to be

coincidence. I reckon he or she will either come through here, or

strike here at some point.”

Aiden couldn’t stop his heart from

stuttering a little, or that damn tendril of dread from unfurling a

little within him put down his glass. “Has he killed

anyone?”

Nick nodded, and cast his lover an

assessing look. “There have been a couple of bodies turn up. This

guy isn’t just using incendiary devices, love. His MO is erratic to

say the least.”

Aiden nodded. Logically he got that,

but it didn’t stop his mind from immediately retreating to what

he’d been through as a child.

“How was the writing

today?” Nick asked in an obvious attempt to change the

subject.

Aiden smiled, letting go of the past.

“Really good! My characters are talking to me, and it is all coming

together.” Aiden had always had a way with words, but it wasn’t

until he was risking his life in combat on a daily basis that he

had started to write down the stories he had in his head. He wrote

gay erotic romance stories, and all of them featured men who had

been in the military. Hell, the day he’d met Nick on a bomb sweep

through a bombed out street in Afghanistan two years ago he’d

featured as inspiration for more than one of his alpha characters.

He’d even managed a few ménage stories in his brief writing career,

especially after he and Nick had come face to face with a certain

medic during an attack on their base one afternoon.

“Is this one an MM or one

of those hot ménages you seem to be favoring lately?” Nick asked

with a knowing glint in his eye.

“This is a ménage, and it

seems to be writing itself,” Aiden admitted.

“I’m guessing that’s

because of seeing a certain Marine a couple of weeks ago.” Nick sat

back in his chair and placed his cutlery down.

Aiden nodded, taking the final swig of

beer from his bottle. “Yeah, it’s hard not to, especially now that

he knows we’re living here, and you’ve made it pretty clear that

we’d love nothing more than to get to know him. Add to that, Sam is

still hotter than hell, and it would seem my muse will be running

with the ménage theme for the foreseeable future.”

He remembered the first time he’d laid

eyes on Lance Corporal Samuel Wilson. Despite their dire situation,

he’d been drawn to Sam’s cool, calm attitude under fire. When he’d

cast a quick glance at Nick, he’d seen the fire of appreciation in

his eye. He and Nick had been together for almost a year at that

point, and he should have been angered at seeing his lover look at

another man, but Aiden had always been too logical for a reaction

like that. After all, he was doing his fair share of looking,

too.

“Then I say run with it.”

Nick pushed back from the table, and Aiden read the look in his

lover’s eyes and guessed that tonight they would be doing the

dinner dishes sometime closer to midnight when the two of them had

loved on each other for a couple of hours. Again.

Despite knowing what was about to

happen, Aiden sat back in his chair and waited for Nick to come

around the table. When Nick reached out and turned his chair to

face him, Aiden’s heart rate sped up.

“Why don’t we go into your

office, and you can read me what you wrote today,” Nick said in a

voice heavy with lust. “You know how I love to reenact each scene

to make sure it’s as realistic as it can be.”

“That’s true,” Aiden said

with a smile. “You are more than willing to place yourself in my

hands for the sake of my art.”

Nick returned a smile. “The things I

do for your art.”

Aiden laughed as he stood up and

wrapped his arms around Nick’s shoulders, pressing himself against

the slightly taller man. He could feel the hard evidence of Nick’s

arousal pressed against his abdomen, and with a subtle shift of his

own hips, he was able to press his own cock against it, making Nick

growl, a sound Aiden loved to hear.

“If we are going to do

this right,” Aiden advised as Nick wrapped his arms around his

waist and palmed Aiden’s ass, “then we should head to the shower in

the master bath instead of my office.”

****

After turning on the shower, Nick

turned to look at Aiden, who now stood naked behind him. “That is

one the things I love about you, babe.” Nick cast a slow lingering

look over his lover’s body.

“What’s that?” Aiden asked

as he stepped closer and started to release the buttons of Nick’s

work shirt.

“That you strip faster

than anyone else on the planet. That way, I get to enjoy the view

while you help me with my clothes.” Nick loved the sound of Aiden’s

laugh and had to physically stop himself from simply ripping his

own clothes off and throwing himself on top of the man.

“Well, we all have our

talents,” Aiden murmured as he continued to pull Nick’s clothes off

in a methodical way that had Nick’s arousal rising

steadily.

“How are you going to read

me your manuscript in the shower?” Nick asked in an attempt to

allow his mind time to gain some semblance of control.

The look Aiden shot him had that thin

thread of control evaporating. “Oh, I can assure you, sheriff, I

have the entire scene playing out in my head. I don’t need to read

it to bring it to life”

“And will it work with

just the two of us?” Nick winced at the intensity he heard in his

own voice, and from the way Aiden’s hands stopped and his gaze

locked with his own, Nick knew that Aiden had heard it,

too.

For a long moment the two men stared

at each other, and Nick had never felt so completely naked before.

Aiden had the ability to see right through him, and into his very

soul. It was something that Nick had been wary of at first, but now

recognized it as a symptom of the emotional connection he enjoyed

with the handsome man.

“No matter what,” Aiden

spoke in a voice that rang with strength, “it will work with just

the two of us. We are the constant, Nick. Sam is someone that I

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