Page 87 of Night of the Living Manny
“I’m sorry.” Liam pulled back, trying to breathe.
“No, it’s okay. It’s perfect.” Brenden stroked his hair, his cheek. “We’re fine. God, I missed you.”
“I hear that. Damn.” He smashed their mouths back together, tongue fucking Brenden’s lips. He loved this man, as crazy as it seemed, and it wasn’t something that would fade even if things miraculously went back to normal. He’d been falling hard back home when things were still just as they’d always been.
Now none of it mattered. Brenden was here, with him, naked and fine.
They were kissing and touching, and if anyone interrupted them, Liam might just explode.
He scooted down Brenden’s body, licking and biting, teeth barely scratching the tanned flesh as he headed south. This was such a pretty man, all those lean runner’s muscles making a delicious playground for Liam. He nuzzled the heavy blond curls, inhaling his lover’s scent.
“More,” Brenden demanded. Those hands were in his hair, pushing and petting.
Everything. He opened up, the broad tip splitting his lips. Salt dripped on his tongue, and he had to moan. God, that was fine.
He loved Brenden’s flavor, loved the noises raining down on him. He let his eyes drop closed and focused on his need.
When Brenden started pushing at his hips, he didn’t get it at first. Then he realized what Brenden wanted. Oh yeah. Sixty-nine.
Right on.
He moved carefully. If he planted a knee in Brenden’s face, it might ruin the mood.
Brenden got him into position, then licked at his cock, letting him know he was in for a wild ride.
He muffled his cry around Brenden’s prick, tugging Brenden closer.
They rocked into one another, mouths and hands working hard, fast. Neither one of them required a single thing more than this crazy need.
This was perfect. He pulled hard with his lips, his cheeks hollowing. Brenden answered him with a matching suction that was fierce enough to curl his toes. His asscheeks clenched, his balls aching.
He wanted to warn Brenden, but his mouth was full.
Brenden tapped him on the shoulder, and he thought that was a warning too. He’d take it. He deep-throated Brenden, swallowing around the tip, needing to bring them over together.
His lover came for him so beautifully, reaching to grab his balls at the same time.
Liam spread, humping down, cock swelling. Brenden squeezed and he shot, filling Brenden’s mouth. His whole body shook, but he never let up his assault on Brenden, wanting them to be together in all things.
“Mmm.” Brenden’s hum buzzed against his skin, the vibrations making him laugh and wiggle. Sensitive.
Brenden finally let him slip free from his hot mouth, petting his balls, then his thighs. “Oh, I missed you, love.”
“Yes. I was so worried, but I knew you would take care of them.”
“I tried.” Brenden’s voice hitched. “Thank God you left me with the serum. I was—”
“I know. I’m so sorry.” He tugged Brenden up to face him.
“Love.” Brenden clung to him, shoulders shaking.
“I have you.” Brenden had been so strong when he didn’t have to be. He’d saved Liam’s kids and stayed right where Liam could find them.
“Finally.” That came with a watery laugh.
“I know. I didn’t know if I could trust them.” He trusted the general, though, for the most part.
“Well, I was sure glad to see you arrive with them. We just didn’t have enough ammo to fight. We were heading to the garage.”
