When the Dead Speak by Bailey Bradford (books to read to improve english txt) 📕

Sev ran a hand over the door, which was wooden and beautifully carved. A wolf ran along a mountaintop with the moon overhead. Trees and stars had been carved, too, and the whole thing painted. “God, this is so pretty.” Sev punched in a code on some fancy lock, then he opened the door.

“It is. Matches the bench out front,” Laine pointed at it.

“Wow. I wonder if we can buy this furniture somewhere?” Sev stopped inside and looked around. “Oh, man. I want a place like this. It has a kiva fireplace! And look at the bed!”

Laine was trying to look at everything at once. The cabin was truly built in what he thought of as the Southwestern style, with wooden beams overhead and colored cement floors. Native American pottery decorated the shelves. There were small, framed documents by each vouching for their authenticity from a local tribe.

And the bed was majestic. Sev sat on it and fell back. “I want this. I want the headboard, the door, the bench, the—all of it. I want it somewhere it isn’t a hundred and fourteen very dry degrees, though.”

Laine laughed and set his suitcase down by Sev’s. “Well, maybe you’ll find another place you want, and another. We’ve got lots of places to go together, don’t we?”

Sev sat up, clearly surprised at Laine’s statements.

“You told me you want to travel, Sev. Just because I love being at home with you doesn’t mean I can’t love being somewhere else with you, too.” He walked over and sat on the bed beside Sev. “I love you, so yeah, wherever you want to go, we’ll go. Got to work with my vacation time, though.”

“And…and when you retire?” Sev asked. “Not that I’m saying you’re old or anything. You know what I mean.”

Laine did. “I like that you plan for our future together,” he said. “That makes me feel good. When I retire, I would like to keep our home base in McKinton, but we could travel around. See what you want to see.”

Sev sat up. “I know you’re hungry, but can you kiss me?”

“Never too hungry to miss out on that.” Laine turned and tugged.

Sev straddled his lap and linked his arms around Laine. “Well, I don’t want you to starve.”

Laine cupped Sev’s butt with one hand and his jaw with the other.

Sev closed his eyes and sighed as Laine touched his lips to Sev’s.

The taste of Sev, the feel of him, ignited every flame of desire in Laine’s body. He forgot about being hungry for food and gave in to the carnal hunger that Sev brought out in him.

Laine held Sev’s head still and plundered his mouth. He laid claim to every part of Sev he could touch. Sev whimpered and rocked against him. Laine kissed him harder, then stood up, holding Sev until he could turn around and take Sev down onto the bed.

Then it was as if the need exploded onto a whole new level of intensity. Laine and Sev pulled and shoved at their clothes and stripped down in record time.

And Laine reached for the lube under the pillows only to realize they weren’t at home. “Shit! Lube—”

“I’ll get it.” Sev scampered out from under him. “I know where I put it.”

Laine turned and watched Sev jog over to his suitcase. Sev’s body was perfect, his ass round and toned, his skin a succulent feast for Laine’s senses.

“Woot!” Sev shouted, turning around and holding up the tube he’d packed.

Laine’s heart twisted with love all over again as he looked at Sev’s joyous expression, his eyes shining, lips curled up in a mischievous grin.

Then Sev ran and leaped on him, and Laine huffed as he was pinned down.

“I’m going for a ride,” Sev told him. He opened the lube then poured some first in Laine’s hand. “You do you, and I’ll do me, then we’ll do each other the fun way.”

Laine couldn’t help but laugh at that. He slicked up his cock while Sev prepped his hole. Laine finished first and decided to jack Sev off while he was fingering his pucker.

Sev’s eyes rolled back and he sucked on his bottom lip while he hummed. He looked luscious, like every grand thing a man could want, wrapped up in one sexy as fuck package.

“Umm, ready,” Sev said breathlessly. He wiped his hand on something—one of their shirts, Laine thought—then tugged on Laine’s wrist. “Stop, or I’ll come and I want to have your cock in me when that happens.”

Laine released Sev’s dick and held onto his trim waist as Sev angled Laine’s shaft just right.

Then it was Laine who was moaning, his eyes drifting shut as the perfect, velvety heat surrounded his shaft.

“Oh yeah,” Sev whispered. “Fuck yes.” He kept sliding down until his ass was pressed to Laine’s groin. “God, you feel so good in me. So good.”

Laine tried to speak but Sev did something, undulated instead of rising up, and it short-circuited Laine’s speech-center.

All he could do was hold on while Sev moved, pushing them both closer and closer to release.

Laine did have the presence of mind to move his hand back to Sev’s dick, and when he did, Sev cursed and started to ride him, moving up and down slowly at first, then faster, harder, taking Laine’s cock deeper.

Laine saw stars, he saw universes, he saw the perfection of love as he came, gasping, calling out Sev’s name.

“Laine, Laine,” Sev chanted. He shoved down onto Laine’s dick. Sev’s ass squeezed so tightly Laine shivered. He jacked Sev’s cock and Sev shouted, cum splattering Laine’s neck and chest.

Laine pulled Sev down and held him with trembling arms as Sev panted.

He was looking forward to his time alone with Sev more than ever now.

And as he opened his eyes, he realized they weren’t alone after all. A single feather floated in the air, spinning slowly before drifting down to land on Sev’s back.

Laine smiled and decided he was okay with that, too. Conner could take a break from McKinton now and