Visions of Destiny (Complete Series) Page 16

  A jolt of need ran through Brett, and a bubble of relieved laughter burst on his lips when Leo’s mouth pressed against his. The kiss was as deep as it was brief. When Leo pulled back, he was smiling as warmly and brightly as Brett was.

  Comforted that he hadn’t made a mistake as he had so feared, Brett looked back at Lisa. His smile started wavering at once. She was still staring at the round jewelry box in her hand, her thumb brushing back and forth against the velvet top, turning the blue fabric lighter or darker every time it caught the light at a different angle. She still hadn’t opened the box.

  “Lisa?” he said softly, pushing the words past the growing knot tightening his throat. “Do you—”

  “I’m famished,” she said abruptly. Her fist closed over the box for a second, then she reached down and set it on the table near one of the untouched plates. She didn’t look at either of them when she said, “I’ll go down and find something to eat. You two have fun.”

  She started turning away, and it was as though she were taking all of Brett’s hopes with her along with his breath.

  “Wait, don’t…”

  Brett caught her hand before she could leave the kitchen. He could feel it trembling between his fingers, and that surprised him enough that he let go almost at once.

  Lisa didn’t look back at him, merely gave a quick shake of her head and murmured a quiet, “I’m sorry,” before she left.

  Her voice had been shaking, too, he realized with a pang, and didn’t know what to make of it. For years, all he had ever received when he let words of love slip had been exasperated sighs or indulgent looks, depending on her mood. He knew she didn’t like to hear them expressed aloud, but she didn’t begrudge him his feelings. She had never been so emotional, however, not since the death of her Sire.

  Feeling suddenly very cold, Brett watched her go. The open space above the breakfast bar offered a clear view to the entryway, and he could see her putting on her shoes before she left the apartment without a look back. He could have sworn an icy draft slipped into the apartment when she opened the door. A little numb, he started reaching for the wine bottle on the table, but his hand seemed to have a mind of its own and picked up the jewelry box instead. He turned it over between his fingers, wondering how he could have ever thought that this was a good idea. He should have known Lisa better than that by now. No, he did know her better than that, and it was why he had been so hesitant. He should have listened to his instincts.

  Leo took the box from him and flipped the lid open with his thumb, whistling quietly at what he saw. “It’s beautiful,” he said, and looked at the ring more closely. “She’s gonna love it.”

  Something twisted painfully in Brett’s chest. “I thought she would, yes. But she’d need to at least look at it for that.”

  He tried to inject a bit of humor into his words, but judging from the understanding look Leo gave him, he missed by a mile.

  “You really wanted her to wear it, huh?” Leo said, a half smile tugging at his lips.

  Brett shrugged. “As much as I wanted—” Stopping short, he shook his head. “As much as I want you to wear yours.”

  Snapping the box shut, Leo dropped it on the table and at the same time grabbed Brett’s belt with his other hand.

  “What are you doing?” Brett sighed, even though he could guess all too well what Leo had in mind when Leo pulled him toward the bedroom.

  Leo only answered when they were standing at the foot of the bed. “She told us to have fun, didn’t she?” he asked, an eyebrow raised, as he worked on unbuckling Brett’s belt.

  Brett caught Leo’s wrist and gently tried to pry his hand off the buckle. “I’m not really in the mood for—”

  “Well, I am,” Leo said with a teasing grin. When Brett answered with nothing more than a blank look, he shook off the grin and leaned in, resting his forehead against Brett’s. “Listen, if we go to her now, she’ll still be upset, and she won’t listen to a word we say. Give her half an hour, an hour tops. She’ll feed, she’ll dance, and when we go talk to her, she won’t run off the other way.”

  “Talk to her?” Brett repeated, disheartened. “And say what?”

  He had thought of what words he would offer with the rings for days, and that hadn’t turned out so well in the end. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what he could tell Lisa now that would change anything.

  “I haven’t thought that far yet,” Leo admitted. He pulled back and started grinning again, his fingers playing once more with Brett’s belt. His voice dropped to a deep whisper, as though he were sharing a secret. “Mostly, I’m stuck on ‘blow gorgeous boyfriend.’ Maybe once I’ve gotten past that, I’ll be able to think more clearly.”

  Sighing softly, Brett tried to still Leo’s hands again, but this time he couldn’t stop him from tugging his belt out of his pant loops. It fell to the carpeted floor with a muted thud.

  “Leo, I don’t—”

  “Do you trust me?” Leo cut in, his voice gentle yet firm.

  Without thinking, Brett reached up to brush his fingers against the two puckered scars on his neck. Leo always bit in the same place he had that very first night, reopening the same scars again and again, and touching them always sent flashes of warmth and lust coiling around Brett’s balls. If there was a better way to prove his trust, he didn’t know what it was.

  Leo’s gaze followed his gesture, and he leaned closer to press his lips over Brett’s fingers.

  “Then believe me,” he said as he pulled back, smiling softly. “She’ll be in our bed tonight, and she’ll be wearing that pretty ring.”

  As unlikely as it seemed, Brett wished he could believe it. He wanted to believe it, wanted to believe Leo. At that moment, nothing scared him more than the thought that he might have upset the balance of their relationship deeply enough that they might lose Lisa. And then, it struck him: he couldn’t recall Leo ever disappointing him in any way. If he was so certain that Lisa would return to them, it had to mean she would.

  Grabbing the back of Leo’s neck, Brett pulled him forward and crashed his mouth onto Leo’s. He pressed inside at once, caressing Leo’s tongue and palate and putting all his love, all his trust, all his gratitude into their kiss.

  “All right,” Leo said, grinning, when he ended the kiss. His hands were back to the front of Brett’s pants, and he now made short work of the zipper and button there. When he pushed the pants down, Brett tried to reach for the waistband of Leo’s boxers, only to have his hands batted away.

  “Nuh uh,” Leo said with a cluck of his tongue. “My game for now. Your dick in my mouth, that’s the plan, remember?”

  It really was difficult to argue with that, or even find a reason to argue. Letting his arms fall to his sides, Brett allowed Leo to finish undressing him. His shirt was next, and Leo only undid the cuffs and two buttons at the top before he pulled it, then Brett’s undershirt, over his head.

  “That’s more like it,” Leo murmured, grinning his approval of Brett’s compliance. Thumbs hooked over the sides of Brett’s boxers, he eased them over his bobbing cock and pushed them down to Brett’s knees, along with his pants. “Sit down for me,” Leo instructed, and there was no teasing left in his voice, only lust. “There you go.”

  One last tug, and Brett’s clothes were on the floor, leaving him bare as he sat on the edge of the bed, propped up by his hands on either side of him.

  As often as it had happened over the years, Brett would never tire of watching Leo slide down to his knees in front of him. He always wore the same hungry, dirty smile, lips shiny and wet from licking them in anticipation.

  Shuffling forward, Leo rested a hand on each of Brett’s knees and pushed back lightly, spreading his legs so he could move between them. “Still worried?” he asked as he closed his fist at the base of Brett’s cock and gave him a coy look from beneath his eyelashes.

  Before Brett
could say a word, Leo leaned forward, his closed lips pressing against the tip of Brett’s cock then parting slowly to let it slide in and onto his waiting tongue.

  Brett made an indistinct noise and brought both hands to Leo’s head, threading his fingers back through Leo’s short hair. Eyes wide and mouth open to let out quiet gasps, Brett watched Leo move lower and lower still. Wet, unrelenting suction wrapped around his cock, sending sparks of fire coursing through his entire body until Brett couldn’t keep still anymore. His hips started jerking forward every so often, and he could feel Leo grinning around his dick.

  When Leo was in a playful mood, he could make a blowjob last for what felt like hours, bringing Brett so close to pleasure he was sure he would come, then pulling back, just barely, and letting him calm down again before starting all over. By the end of these sessions, Brett was always a babbling mess, pleading and begging for release, clinging to Lisa as she watched, indulgent and serene, and more often than not she was the one who finally put an end to that sweet torture, demanding with a word or a touch that Leo let Brett come at last.

  This time, it was different. There was no teasing, no delaying. Leo took Brett’s cock into the back of his throat, cradled his balls in his hand, and there was nothing left but the constant pressure of his lips and tongue, the contractions of his throat, the dance of his fingers against sensitive skin. Nothing left for Brett to do but hold on for this fast ride, and let Leo take him as high as he ever had.

  Moans were spilling from Brett’s lips almost continuously now, wordless pleas and grunts that only urged Leo on. From the first night, he had known how to wring pleasure out of Brett, quickly learning when to add a hint of a blunt tooth to that one special spot beneath the crown to make Brett gasp, make him shudder, make him spill himself onto Leo’s waiting tongue.

  Brett cried out as pleasure flashed through him, his fingers tightening in Leo’s hair until it had to hurt, and yet Leo never complained. Sucking more gently now, he drew the last of Brett’s pleasure out of him, and didn’t let one drop of come go to waste. Leo cleaned up Brett with small licks, then finally allowed his cock to slip out with a wet sound before standing.

  Just inches from Brett’s heavy-lidded eyes, Leo’s cock tented his boxers, and a wet spot was widening around the tip. His mind still floating on pleasure, Brett leaned forward, tracing Leo’s cock with his mouth through the fabric. Leo raked his fingers through Brett’s hair, making him look up at him and smiling almost predatorily when he did.

  “Down you go,” Leo said, eyes blazing, and he led Brett to recline on the bed, then made him move a little higher toward the headboard.

  Still breathing very hard, Brett let Leo manipulate his body, arranging him like he might have a model posing for a painting. Leo drew up one of Brett’s feet to rest flat on the mattress, pushed Brett’s other thigh farther away to open his body to Leo’s eyes and hands. Only after he had reached for a pillow and pushed it beneath Brett’s hips did Leo look satisfied.

  Lube was never far from reach. Leo found a tube and uncapped it with one hand while the other stroked over Brett’s still-trembling thigh, then his cock. Limp after coming such a short time earlier, it gave a valiant effort to rise against Leo’s fingertips, but even that soft touch was too much.

  “Please,” Brett gasped, and he wasn’t even sure what he was pleading for.

  Leo didn’t ask. He slicked his fingers then dropped the tube of lubricant on the bed and shoved his boxers down his legs before kneeling on the bed between Brett’s parted thighs. His fingertips were wet and cool as they circled the entrance to Brett’s body, teasing until Brett couldn’t stop himself from pushing back against Leo’s hand.

  Grinning down at Brett, a grin so wide it bared his fangs, Leo finally pressed forward, pushing one finger in slowly, much more slowly than years of sleeping together warranted. He watched Brett’s face the entire time, and Brett couldn’t help but be overly aware of how his own eyes widened as Leo’s finger slipped deeper inside him, or how he pressed his lips very tightly together at first, and then let them fall open on a quiet, shaky moan.

  As though Leo had only been waiting for that moan, he pulled out, squirted a little more lube onto his fingers, and slid back in. Three fingers, this time, and no more teasing. The groans that tumbled from Brett’s lips only urged him on. He pushed a little harder still, stretching his fingers as wide as they would go until Brett started seeing stars. Then Leo hunted down that one spot he was always so very good at finding.

  Brett’s hands closed on the sheets on either side of him. His hips jerked up, and an almost painful jolt of pleasure shot through his dick as it twitched back to life. “Oh fuck…”

  Leo smirked down at him. “I bet you want to touch yourself now,” he whispered, his words dark and low like a dirty, little secret.

  Swallowing hard, Brett nodded jerkily. His right hand was already moving toward his cock, but Leo stopped it with a cluck of his tongue.

  “Don’t. No touching what’s mine.”

  He withdrew his fingers from Brett’s ass and stroked his own cock, spreading what was left of the lube over it.

  “That’s what this ring means, isn’t it?” he asked as he pushed Brett’s legs up and looked at him, like his heart and soul were right there, bare like his body.

  “Means you’re all mine just as much as I’m yours.”

  On the last word, he snapped his hips forward, pushing his cock all the way inside Brett.

  “Oh fuck,” Brett gasped again. “Yes!”

  He was already shaking under Leo, blinking very fast and licking his lips. Leo leaned down for a quick kiss, then pulled back, almost all the way out—and slammed back in.

  The rhythm Leo established was as fast-paced and unforgiving as his mouth and tongue had been earlier. Brett clung to the sheets with both hands and let Leo fold his body in two and fuck him hard enough that Brett could have sworn he could taste it. His cock hardened again on his stomach. Each press of Leo’s dick against his prostate sent liquid fire pulsing through his veins, and it wasn’t long before Brett was moaning continuously. His eyelids felt heavy, and he wanted to shut his eyes, wanted to feel and nothing more, but Leo’s gaze remained focused on Brett, demanding his complete attention as Leo continued to pound into his ass.

  Leo never breathed unless he was close to coming, and his harsh panting, a caress against Brett’s sweat-slick skin, only pushed Brett closer to his own pleasure.

  Without thinking, Brett arched his throat, offering it along with his blood to Leo’s mouth. He screwed his eyes shut as he waited for the bite, his entire body tensing, pleasure coiling beneath the surface of his skin everywhere Leo’s flesh was touching his, hands gripping his hips, chest pressing against his, cock sliding inside him as sweetly, as strongly as Leo’s mouth when it brushed a kiss to his throat. The bite was quick; Brett came hard, splattering semen over Leo’s chest before he was even aware of the pain.

  Leo didn’t take much blood at all; he never did. His lips were crimson when he raised his head. He arched it back as he buried himself inside Brett. He came with a groan that reverberated through Brett, causing him to shiver against Leo when he collapsed on top of Brett. Humming quietly, he closed his arms around Leo’s back, holding him in place even though his weight was a little uncomfortable. Leo’s mouth returned to the bite marks as though drawn to a beacon, and he licked the two puncture wounds, each slow, sensuous slide of his tongue drawing shivers from Brett.

  Brett wished they could have stayed there forever, in that cocoon of warmth and contentment, but the more he tried not to think of Lisa, the faster his disappointment was returning, chasing away his afterglow. Leo must have noticed Brett was beginning to tense up beneath him, because he rolled over onto his side and gave Brett an indulgent smile, the same smile he always offered when telling Brett he worried too much. Usually, though, it was when Brett worried about the club, not about
Lisa.

  “All right.” Leo pressed a peck to Brett’s lips before he slipped out of bed. “Here’s the plan.” He pulled clothes from his dresser, glancing back over his shoulder, and said, “You get something to eat. Then you get dressed, and you come find us. We’ll probably be dancing.”

  He stood there, clothes in one hand, the other scratching idly at the come drying on his chest, a conspiratorial grin on his lips, looking absolutely certain that everything would go exactly the way he wanted. Brett wished he could have been as sure.

  “And then what?” Brett asked, sitting up gingerly.

  A small shrug wasn’t all that reassuring. “We’ll take it from there. Everything will go fine, you’ll see.”

  Leo flashed him a smile before leaving the bedroom. Lying back with his hands linked behind his head, Brett listened to the water running in the bathroom. Part of him wanted to join Leo for that quick shower; another part could only worry about all that had happened so far—and what was yet to come. Leo’s confidence was fine and dandy, but that was also his natural state; Brett had yet to find something Leo could worry about for more than a few moments. It could have made things difficult between them, but instead they seemed to balance each other out.

  Brett sometimes wondered if Lisa had known this would happen when she had pulled Leo into their bed. It had all happened very fast, but somehow he wouldn’t have put it past Lisa to have weighed possibilities and options in just a few seconds. That was usually the way she made her decisions, and Brett envied her that ability. Every decision he ever made was carefully thought out and reasoned—except that last one.

  Had he made a terrible mistake? Leo had accepted his ring, and for that Brett was both proud and grateful, but Lisa was an integral part of both their lives. She was the one who had brought them together in the first place, who had pushed them closer, helped their relationship grow in ways she would never allow where she was concerned. If what Brett had tried to do destroyed what they had shared with her, he would never forgive himself.