Kiss And Tell - K. Sterling Page 0,2

turned so he could help Aiden undress. “I’ll be fine after I’ve slept and let my head clear for a day.”

“You haven’t had a day off in weeks. Sleep in and we’ll have breakfast for lunch and stay on the couch. Tomorrow’s Sunday. You can watch football and drink beer,” Aiden said. It sounded a little like a plea.

“That’ll be perfect.” Lane kissed him and their lips clung as they danced into the shower.

“Let me take care of you,” Aiden whispered and his breath mingled with the steam and Lane groaned as they stepped under the hot water. He let go of the tension and his muscles turned to jelly as he fell back against the tile. Lane shut his eyes and nodded, content to let the day and the heartbreak pour down the drain with what was left of his energy. Lane couldn’t remember how long—how many days—since he went to bed with Aiden and slept for a full night. But he knew this was just the beginning and there were more long nights ahead. They found Delia Lewis but Lane couldn’t pass this off to one of his detectives and sit on his hands. He’d made promises to Delia’s parents and her sister. He was there when they opened the trunk of Delia’s Civic and the sight of all that blood was worse than finding her corpse. His heart saw hope but his brain warned that the only way she survived was if someone else had been in that trunk, which was the sort of terrible wish a person makes when the brain knows what the heart doesn’t want to see. Lane stared into that pool of blood and he saw a long road that was only going to lead to longer nights and heartbreak but he heard Delia call for help and he promised that she’d found her man. He was in it until the hard, bitter end. “Let go. Just for tonight,” Aiden ordered gently, reading Lane’s thoughts.

“I’m trying,” Lane laughed weakly and it turned into a shredded moan as Aiden spread shower gel over his chest and kneaded his shoulders and arms.

“Then, I’m not trying hard enough,” Aiden murmured against Lane’s lips. It wasn’t intended to be sensual but heat bloomed in Lane’s groin as Aiden’s hands gripped and slid. He was soothing and tender as he kissed Lane and swirled bubbles over his chest and stomach. His hand brushed Lane’s semi-hard shaft as Aiden washed his thigh and there was another swell of warmth as he became harder. Lane caught Aiden’s hand and returned it to his erection. His fingers curled tight around Lane and Aiden destroyed what was left of his brain. Aiden braced his arm next to Lane’s head and kissed him with the same steady, drugging slowness as the hand around his cock and there was nothing else. Lane could barely hold up his arms but he held onto Aiden’s face as he sank into their kiss and the glowing pleasure building in his groin. Aiden’s lips were Lane’s. They’d never known another man’s. He was rarely jealous of the past but Lane treasured Aiden’s lips because they were his and kissing him never ceased to be sacred. He lapped and sucked at Aiden’s lips and tongue as pleasure and peace lapped at his control and consciousness but Lane fought to hang on, despite the pressure building in his sack. It was the first hint of warmth and joy Lane had allowed himself in days and he needed it as much as he needed sleep. He reveled in the taste of Aiden and the feel of their bodies pressed together and Lane’s soul was as light as steam. “Let go,” Aiden panted and Lane came with a long, shuddering moan. He was wrung out as his head fell onto Aiden’s shoulder and Lane wrapped his arms around his waist. They leaned against the glass as Aiden washed Lane’s hair and then helped him rinse off and dry.

“Thank you,” Lane sighed as he sank into his pillows and Aiden shushed him as he pulled the duvet over them.

“You always say it’s your job to take care of me. Sometimes, you need me and it’s my job to take care of you.”

“I always need you,” Lane said drowsily. He found Aiden’s hand under the covers and pressed it against his chest.

“I know but you need me to take care of you right now and I want to.” He kissed Lane’s shoulder and the