Joker (Hell's Ankhor #8) - Aiden Bates Page 0,45

of more behind it. He gripped my ass hard, kneading the muscle.

“Fucking hell, that’s good,” I moaned.

With a hum of acknowledgment, Brennan leaned forward so his chest was nearly pressed to my back. He dropped kisses along my nape and shoulders as he kneaded my ass. His hands slid up to my lower back, then back down, over the muscle and down to my thighs. I shivered under the touch, feeling unsteady, a little more vulnerable than I was used to. Brennan kept dropping those little kisses on my skin, but he seemed content to just keep doing that—running his hands over me and kissing me lightly.

But that wasn’t enough for me, not with the hot desire melting down my spine.

“Can you get a move on?” I groaned.

Brennan kissed the shell of my ear. “In what way?”

Fucking tease. But if he thought he could make me shy, he had another thing coming. “Fuck me already.”

“God, love how that sounds,” Brennan muttered. “Say it again.”

“What, want me to run my mouth?” I asked. “Come on, Bren, fuckin’ fuck me.”

Brennan groaned and his hips snapped forward, seemingly of their own accord, and the hard line of his cock rubbed against my ass.

“Love your voice,” Brennan admitted. “So fucking hot.”

“Yeah?” A little flare of affection twisted in my chest. Usually people were annoyed by my voice, telling me I talked too much, but Brennan… Brennan even liked that part of me. “Come on, then, hurry up and get inside me. Want it.”

“Jesus,” Brennan said, sounding a little strangled. He slid one hand up my side, over my shoulder, and then into my hair; he used a gentle grip to turn my head for a kiss. It was a hot, messy kiss, not a great angle, but I still reveled in the feeling of Brennan’s tongue fucking into my mouth.

“Wait here,” he murmured as he broke the kiss.

Then he was gone, leaving me feeling a little silly and exposed spread out over the bench. “Where you going?” I asked a little sharply.

“I keep a stash in here,” Brennan said. “You know, just in case.”

“In case of what?” I asked.

Brennan threw a grin over his shoulder as he rifled through one of the drawers of his toolbox. He looked ridiculous, all bare-assed and muscular in his own workshop. I tried to burn the image into my memory to return to later, and often.

“Oh, you know,” he said. “Late, lonely nights… Maybe hot guys using my workshop…”

I felt my cheeks flush, but before I could retort, Brennan was back, dropping kisses down my spine. He was as done with the teasing as I was though. He dragged two fingers, now cool and slick and promising, over my skin and pressed them against my hole—not slipping inside yet, just petting.

I groaned and shifted my hips back. “Quit teasing.”

“Not teasing,” Brennan said where his panting breaths were muffled against my shoulder. “Trying to keep it together.”

So this was affecting him as much as it was affecting me. God, that turned me on—knowing I was driving him as crazy, too. I couldn’t stop squirming encouragingly, because his gentle touch just wasn’t enough. I needed him inside me, wanted it with a ferocity that scared me.

Then, right as I was about to start complaining again, Brennan pushed his fingers inside, and fuck, it felt good. It’d been a long time—too fucking long since I’d gotten fucked, and this part was always so good. The initial burn and stretch. And his fingers were perfect for it, long and thick and dexterous from years of construction work.

“Yes,” I hissed, my fingers twitching on the surface of the bench. “Come on, make it good.”

“You don’t think I’ll make it good?” Brennan teased, smiling against my skin. “Fuck, Joker, I’ve thought about this way too much. Can’t believe we’re actually doing it.”

Then he began to finger me in earnest, thrusting his fingers in and out, twisting at the wrist. The pleasure running through me was low and warm, making me melt into bench. It was good—and I said as much, and I was already a little dizzy with the sensation. God, it was only going to be better when it was his cock inside me, deeper, thicker. I didn’t think I could wait much longer.

“That’s enough,” I groaned. “Come on, need you.”

“Need what?” Brennan encouraged, driving his fingers deep.

I gasped at the sudden sharp press. “Your cock,” I said shamelessly. “Fuck me for real, Brennan, want your cock.”

“God, the fucking mouth on you,” Brennan