Page 4 of Fusion (Gravity #2)

Dash/Beau

Dash

Two days later

My father was a master manipulator. It appeared he’d chosen attorneys of the same ilk. I reclined in my office chair, rocking in measured movements, confronted with an incredibly convoluted mess. I inhaled deeply then gave a slow, controlled exhale, going through the steps I’d learned in counseling to keep my anxiety at a distance. Then I repeated the action. This time, the inhalation lingered on the inside until I slowly let it go as a sigh. Confusion was rare for me, but my father had certainly managed to create it.

What more was he hiding? Why was he determined to cut me off at the knees? My kneecaps ached at the possibility. How had I become the very client I wanted to help in the future?

I shook my head. My father had been busy. It hadn’t taken long to find the fraudulent information on the shell company that now supposedly owned my house. If I deciphered all the vague legal jargon correctly, the front company that owned this property was now being dissolved. The assets, meaning my home and the land it was on, were being transferred into Richmond Holdings.

Somehow, my name was listed as the founder of the shell company but was now being removed from the business altogether. I needed time to quietly reflect, to consider my next move. I probably needed to find an attorney who specialized in real estate to counsel me. Someone who wasn’t afraid of my father.

My chair popped forward as I reached for the keyboard. The concern of keeping my house was a minor annoyance compared to the upheaval with my law school. Based on an email I received yesterday from the assistant dean of admissions, I was no longer enrolled at Dedman School of Law. This tragic turn of events was followed by a complete refusal to speak to me by any leadership. I sneered at my computer screen, seeing red as I planned another probable lawsuit in my future.

I might not have my father’s wealth backing me, or his conniving, mean-spirited, cutthroat attitude, but I was steadfast and stubborn as fuck. Smarter than my father too. His day was coming. I’d sit and wait for the opportunity to pounce when the moment was right.

As I logged into my email account, conviction steeled my spine. Out of the dozen or so emails of interest I’d sent to various law schools across the country, I hadn’t heard a peep back. A move from the DFW area seemed imperative. A prospect needed to firm up quickly before Beau’s application for a FedEx route began to process.

Another far worse realization settled like a heavy blanket on top of me. What if no law school was interested in me? What happened to my future? With a glance at the large decorative clock on the wall, I had about thirty minutes before Beau was due home. A strong, jaw cracking yawn overtook me, revealing my exhaustion. Relentless hours spent on finding the answers were to blame.

My eyes drifted closed as I sorted through the devastation of the last week. The worry didn’t last long as assorted images of Beau flitted across my mind. My love had only grown stronger even amidst all the chaos. I cherished him in a way I didn’t fully understand but drove me to be a better man. Right now in our lives, the unsettled emotion Beau held in his gaze bothered me a lot more than having to figure out how to stop my father’s destructive actions.

I saw the strain he was under. He believed he was the cause of my current problems. Of course, it didn’t help that I had spent every waking moment for the last two or three days fixated on countering my father’s moves before he destroyed me. The dark edges of sleep lulled the running commentary in my head to nothing more than a background hum. I let it take me under.

Beau

“Dash,” I murmured, resting a firm hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him awake. “You can’t keep goin’ like this. It’s time to go to bed.”

His head tilted toward me, eyes closed, smiling in the direction of my voice. Then his eyelashes fluttered open. One of my hands rested on his shoulder, the other on the desk. What Dash tried to hide, I could still see written all over the concerned set of his handsome face. He was worried over the lengths his father was taking.

“I like your ball cap on backward. It fits your face. Reminds me of the night we met,” Dash said with fatigue still in his voice. He found my hand and threaded our fingers together. “You look tired.”

“I am. It’s been an exhaustin’ week. Did you find anything new?” I asked, taking a seat on the edge of the desk, forced there because Dash didn’t let go of my hand.

“Yes and no,” he said vaguely, slowly rising to his feet. “Dr. Harris contacted me today and wants to stop by our house tomorrow evening. I want you to be here to listen to what he has to say. Does that sound all right?” he asked, swiveling our hand-hold until he began to pull me from the office. “You’ve been shouldering a lot—”

My sudden burst of laughter startled him, halting his ridiculous words and his steps. He pivoted around on the heels of his loafers, his quizzical gaze locked on mine. “What?”

“Nothin’,” I answered, no amount of talking could change his thoughts, I’d tried. I continued moving us to the bedroom. “You’ve been goin’ at it from mornin’ to night. You’re going to bed. I brought home pork and beans and hot dogs.” I winked at him to show my confidence, paired with an unwavering belief in my skill at creating a delicious homemade dinner for the two of us. “I’m on supper duty. I mastered my skill at makin’ a mean beanie-weenie while in my dorm room. I also make a pretty decent Kraft Mac & Cheese.”

Dash’s brows lifted in faux excitement as he circled an arm around me. We walked side-by-side toward the bedroom. “Mmm, that sounds delicious. I was thinking of ordering in from the dumpling house, but your idea’s good too. I guess. I’ve never eaten a beanie-weenie.”

Once we reached the bedroom, Dash released me, but I didn’t let go of him, drawing him into the circle of my arms. He automatically wrapped his arms around me.

“You need to take better care of yourself,” I said.

With a thump, his forehead hit my chest, a heavy breath exhaled slowly. “I’m honestly getting worried. I’ve sent messages to different law schools, none are responding. But that’s not the worst of it. If I lose this house…” He lifted his gaze to meet mine, his head falling between his shoulder blades. “I designed this home for us, envisioning years together here. Nothing’s going as planned. I apologize for everything.”

“Don’t say that,” I told him firmly. “You know what to do to stop all this.”

“Please don’t leave me,” Dash pleaded, cutting to the chase, his voice filled with emotion.

“It’d be the right thing to do, but I can’t unless you tell me to. And we see where that’s at.” I bent to kiss his lips and reached for the hem of his polo shirt, freeing it from his waistband. “Every day that I come home and you’re consumed with worry, that’s only there because you wanted a relationship with me… Dash, it’s hard.”

“I love you, and you’re right, I have to loosen up about all this. Tomorrow night we’ll form a good plan. I’ll do better,” he said.

He always took all the blame from me and landed it on his shoulders. “Stop. You’re perfect. We’ll eat dinner in bed, maybe watch one of the documentaries you like, and go to sleep early.” I tugged on his shirt, his arms flailed as I pulled it over his head. I tossed it to the nearby armchair.

He also gave me a cheeky, inviting grin.

“I think you’re trying to seduce me?” Dash unbuttoned the top button of my uniform shirt then removed my ball cap. “You’re so tanned.”

I ended up shooing his hands away. “Tonight’s all about making you feel good. Let me handle it. Why wear all these clothes when you’re home all day?” I aimed to release his belt buckle, eager to move him into more comfortable attire.

I knew he knew I was teasing. Dash dressed to impress all of the time. Apparently, I moved too slow, because his hands swooped in to finish my task. In a flash, Dash popped his feet from his loafers. His slacks were caught in one hand to be tossed over the chair. “I’ve gotta give you a reason to come home, right?”

Ridiculous. In a move I’d performed plenty before, I placed both hands on his biceps and backed Dash to the bed. About a foot away, I pushed, and he let out a yelp, landing down with a bounce on the mattress. “What the hell, Brooks? You trying to seduce me or break my neck?”

His plump cock was a second or two behind the rest of him, landing on his lower belly with a bounce. I grinned, liking that a lot. “So dramatic.”

Sex hadn’t been on the menu tonight, but as I stared at his hard, toned body, I couldn’t stop from pulling off more of my clothing.

“I like to watch you undress,” Dash said, appreciatively.

“Yeah, me too.” I dropped my dirty clothes onto the floor where I stood, pooling around my work boots. They’d find their way into the laundry room soon enough.

“You like to watch you undress too?” Dash gave a thoughtful nod, teasing me. “That’s another thing we have in common.”

Dash gripped his shaft, pulling up and down. I couldn’t look away. My lip tucked between my teeth and my mouth watered as I zeroed in on the small bead of pre-come already on his tip. It had only been a few days since I’d felt my guy’s intimate touch, but man, I missed it.

I reached down to untie my laces and remove my boots. What should have been an easy task was made monumentally more difficult with the way my gaze continued to shift between Dash and my laces. “I thought I’d bring you to bed, maybe suck you, then cook dinner. I wanted you to be asleep by now.”

“Yeah, right,” Dash chastised. “I’m determined it’ll always be like this between us. Finish undressing and join me.”

Following orders, I unbuckled my belt, then let the shorts fall to my feet. “Now, turn around.”

Surprisingly, Dash listened and gave in to my request. Sure, I’d seen this view of his backside every day, but tonight felt different somehow. It was as if I’d finally committed to sticking around. He wanted me with him, and I wanted to be here too.

A pump bottle of lubricant was a permanent fixture on the nightstand within reach of my position. I crawled onto the mattress, pressing my lips to the edge of where his ass and thighs met before settling down beside him.

“I’d give everything for you too,” I purred against his ear. I massaged and caressed across his back. “How do you want me tonight?”

“You know,” he said, laying his cheek on the bedspread, looking at me. “Own me. The rougher the better.”

I lifted my hand to his shoulder, digging my thumb into the tight muscles there. I rose, single-handedly pumping a generous portion of the lube into my palm, while straddling his ass. Rubbing my palms together, I spread the slick over my hands before digging my fingers into Dash’s hard traps. “You’ve gotta relax more. You’ll think better if you do.”

“I’m struggling to get past how I misjudged my father so completely. Both my parents knew how much you mean to me. My intentions were clear. Yet they were fine with destroying you and ruining me. They stripped me of my standing in a university that finally began to judge me for me. I know that shell company wasn’t in place when I signed for this house. Someone on the inside of the courts had to change ownership. They had to. ”

“Shh,” I said quietly, working my hands in the same manner football trainers had done to untie me after a game. “You’re a clever guy. You’ll know what to do when the time comes. Rest. If you fall asleep, I won’t wake you.”

Dash closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. “Don’t stop. We haven’t been together in days. I need this.”

What I had to do was keep my wits about me if I planned to get through the next few minutes of sensual torture. With every roll of my hips, my cock rubbed against the crack of Dash’s ass cheeks. I should let him rest, and I was determined to let that happen, but he always wanted me ready and rough. Yeah, I was up to the task.

Dash

Thousands of twinkling lights threw a party inside my head as Beau worked his magic with those talented hands.

“I love you,” he murmured softly in my ear. His raspy voice sent a shiver down my spine. When he leaned in, I could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against my spine. His strong hand traced the length of my shoulder, neck, and hairline.

I shivered under the intimacy. A smile akin to the over-the-top love I had for our lives spread across my face. Tingles sprinted over me with the romance of it all, certain to have my guy inside me before too much longer.

The sexy sensation of his body pressed along the length of mine, going skin-on-skin, sent another shiver as he drew me from behind into one of his giant bear hugs. Those sinful, pleasure-filled lips nipped at my neck.

“You’re a good guy. You need to remember that. Do you hear me?”

It wasn’t the question it seemed. Instead of waiting for a response, I rode the waves of emotion Beau so easily conjured inside me. My thoughts drifted to a peaceful, committed life with my love. Something far easier than anything in our past. Nothing mattered more than the dream of our lives together. A bright blue sky and churning waves were the backdrop of the images ruffling through my mind.

“The place that drives me is building a vendetta against my father,” I murmured in contrast to the serene imagery inside my head. My toes dug into the sandy beach, the ocean’s give and take sent water cascading over my feet then back again. “I’ve never been focused on anything so mean. I want Jackson Richmond to pay for what he’s done.” I spoke those words in a soft tone, failing to convey the determination and strength of will I’d used to get my way. Maybe I wasn’t as calm as I thought.

“You’re so smart and focused. You challenge everything.” He gently touched my shoulder with a simple kiss. His hands continued roaming, caressing, and massaging freely. As I relaxed, my cock responded, growing harder with the way he pleased me. “I think the best way to get to your dad is for us to thrive in a great life together.”

He slid his hand beneath my chest, covering my heart. I could sense his heartbeat aligning with mine. He made an incredible point. My happiness mattered and would drive my father crazy.

I lifted my head, puckering, waiting for his lips. Beau sweetly obliged.

“Let’s move back to our roots. Close to water. Chase your fishing charter dreams. I need a plan to hold on to,” I murmured.

“I do too,” Beau agreed. When I tried to shift to face Beau, he denied me, and repositioned to fully cover my back. Beau read my silence correctly and latched onto my neck, sucking there, determined to leave his mark. My guy liked to tag me.

I arched my back up, pushing to my knees. The move dislodged Beau. He effortlessly repositioned, slipping a hand beneath my hips to grip the shaft of my cock. He glided smoothly back and forth, easily undoing me.

“Mmm,” I moaned, signaling my readiness. Three lubricated fingers entered my hole. Fuck . The sudden intrusion felt good. One of his skilled fingers curled, intimately knowing the direction of my gland. Instant blinding pleasure caused my hips to buck and my body to arch. Beau’s grip on my cock tightened to keep me from coming early.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, baby.” The hissed and husky delivery of the words sent a thrill through me.

Beau’s lips latched onto the skin on the side of my back, sucking tenderly as his fingers continued to move inside me, readying me from the inside out.

“You tease too much,” I muttered under my breath, but I didn’t mean a word of it. Every building second through my release incited pure pleasure. Beau spread my cheeks wide, giving a single swipe of his tongue, bottom to top. I fucking loved that move.

His broad, mushroomed tip poked at my entrance. And here we went. My head reared backward as Beau expertly sheathed his cock fully inside my channel. Exactly the way I wanted, in one sure thrust. He played me like a fiddle.

Stars peppered my vision. Goddamn, how did this mean so fucking much every single time? I got on all fours, lifting my chest off the mattress, clenching the duvet with my fists. I relished the way my body stretched and encased Beau’s moving cock.

I spread my thighs farther apart and dropped my head to lock eyes on Beau’s swinging balls. I needed a camcorder placed right under Beau’s sac to watch his body move in and out of me. Then the real pleasure came. Beau gripped my shoulder tightly, doing his best to keep me in place while he pummeled my ass.

My knees weakened at the cadence Beau created. My pants huffed, a bead of sweat trickled down my cheek, and my ass slapped against Beau’s groin. He did a motherfucking deep dive with every single thrust. Something new happened… Beau circled his arms around my body, hoisting me up until my back hit the hard muscles of his chest. Holy hell, I sank down onto his cock to sit fully on top of him. A burst of bright light tore through me, causing my mind to blip. My only recourse was to will the neurons back inside my head in order to retain every second about the pleasure of this moment.

I gripped my cock to help steady myself, squeezing tightly as Beau shifted to better absorb the weight of my body.

“Ohmigod,” I hissed.

Beau’s heavy breath huffed against my ear as my being betrayed me. I went limp, caught between both of Beau’s strong arms. The decadent way he destroyed my ass continued, bouncing me up and down at his will.

My head swayed back and forth as he worked me over.

“Only you.” Beau’s sweet husky vow melted me.

As soon as I could form words again, I’d tell him the same thing.

Beau

The sensual hums and moans whispered from Dash spurred me on. A new twist in our bedroom play was that Dash consistently wanted me to go at him hard and fast. The rise and fall of my body exerted energy that I’d apparently been saving during our brief stint of abstinence.

I writhed, moving instinctually in the way Dash wanted, but, hell, I did have my limits. Sweat trickled from my hairline, also coating my chest. The silky feel of his skin rubbing against mine resonated in a place that belonged entirely to him.

Dash’s slack arm circled my neck, holding him up.

The way my arms caged him in, he wasn’t going anywhere until we were through.

The crescendo of dazzling pleasure and total dominance kept me rocking up into Dash’s ass, then taking him down with me, ass to heels. The pace was wild and frenzied, my stomach muscles working with my thighs to make this perfect for the purring man in my arms.

The moment was beautifully devastating. The binds between us tightened a notch. Where did I begin and he end? We were one. Always to be one.

Dash

“I’m close… Be ready,” Beau said, his husky command hoarse and gravelly. He gently knocked my head off his shoulder to carefully place me down on the mattress. I’d lost all focus. My body exquisitely vibrated and hummed. My guy owned me, body and soul. When I woke up in the morning, I’d be centered and balanced, ready to find the answers I sought to establish our future.

Beau never stopped grinding against me, but he used his strong grip to lift my hips, shoving a pillow underneath me. This was his signature move to get me where he wanted me. He plundered my ass, both his hands gripping my shoulders as I huffed and puffed, grunting loudly with each driving thrust. He drove harder and deeper. He was so damned good at hitting my prostate every single time.

“Touch yourself…Dash.”

The bed frame rattled, taking a solid beating as my body bounced up and down under his demanding thrusts. The musky scent of our sex reached my soul. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed throughout the room.

I whimpered, begging him to finish, so I could too. I shuddered involuntarily before I tensed from head to toe. My ass contracted tightly around him. Darkness engulfed the bright fireworks show behind my lids. It was all it took. His wild thrusts never slowed, but his rhythm faltered.

Rapture crashed over me in mind-numbing waves of ecstasy. I rode wave after wave. Beau’s shout and spilling seed somehow made it better.

In the deepest of trances, darkness claimed me into an inviting sleep.