A Subtle Breeze Bailey Bradford (ebook reader play store .TXT) 📖

“That’s just not right, Ezekiel,” he huffed, feeling his cheeks burn. Zeke rolled to his side, facing Brendon, not bothering to cover himself.

“What’s not right, babe?” His green eyes glinting with laughter, Zeke looked so young and carefree Brendon had a hard time holding onto his pique. A really hard time, but he managed.

“That…that…not when we’re still, you know. That’s just not right, man.” Brendon was aware that he sounded ridiculous, but then again, having your lover’s mother’s…spirit…make an appearance when your man was still buried deep inside your ass…? Naked was bad enough, but this, this was just a whole ’nother level of wrong. His eyes swept around the room again, coming to rest on Zeke, looking so beautiful Brendon felt like someone had punched him in the stomach. He felt a soft breeze ruffle his hair and almost closed his eyes to enjoy it before he caught himself. Letting out a startled yelp, Brendon dove for the bathroom, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the pictures hanging on the bedroom wall.

Zeke chuckled, reaching down to remove the condom and put his parts back in his jeans. Really, Mama, that was just… His thoughts trailed off as he felt that breeze wrap around him. He didn’t fight it, tried to open himself up to it, even. No one would ever be able to convince him that it wasn’t his mama, finding a way to comfort him. And one thing Zeke knew for sure about the woman, she wouldn’t have ever deliberately upset the man he thought he might be falling in love with. Zeke nodded to himself. Yeah, he could admit that much. He wasn’t too far off from falling ass over teakettle for Brendon, but something had been bothering the man. He’d been quiet throughout their frantic fucking, and unwilling to talk after, too. Zeke’s brow knitted in confusion. What the hell had happened? Whatever it was, it had been a strong enough emotion that it drew the comforting—well, usually comforting—spirit to them.

“Huh,” he grunted. Every time he’d had an encounter with, well, Mama, it had been when he was hurting, or confused—some kind of emotional duress. Zeke had no doubt that something had happened to offset this encounter, too, and he’d bet it centered on Brendon. This was twice in as many days that the man’s distress had called out for…what? Backup? No, guidance, maybe, or reassurance. So what could have upset Brendon today?

Zeke rolled the question around in his mind as he disposed of the condom and checked the room, gathering anything he thought was Brendon’s. He’d pile it on the bed for now. There were only a few items, anyway—some clothes, a laptop, a thumb-worn novel released a couple of years ago. Zeke listened to the shower, imagining Brendon naked and soapy, rubbing a washcloth all over his body…

He didn’t need a nudge. Zeke stripped in the bedroom, tossing his clothes on the little pile of stuff on the bed. Anticipation skittered up his spine as he opened the bathroom door, cock already tapping against his belly as he took in the sight before him. Brendon had his head tipped back, rinsing his hair, and Zeke’s mouth watered as he admired the slick, glistening corded muscles. Damn, the man was just fine. He watched a little patch of bubbles slide between Brendon’s shoulder blades, straight down his spine to the top of his crack. Zeke groaned then, he couldn’t help it. His hand slid over his shaft as Brendon turned toward him, one hand still in his hair.

“Zeke?” Brendon’s cock was half erect, and Zeke watched as it filled and grew with each step he took toward his lover. By the time he reached the shower door, that pretty dick was swollen, extended to its full length. He tore his eyes away from it long enough to meet Brendon’s gaze as he opened the shower and stepped in, then Zeke was taking his lover’s mouth in a kiss that scorched his soul.

Groans mingled with the sound of the shower. Zeke didn’t know which of them was groaning or if it was both of them, and he didn’t care. He lifted his head and spun Brendon away, bending him slightly at the waist and guiding his palms to the shower wall. Zeke nudged Brendon’s legs open, giving him the access he wanted.

“Don’t move, Brendon,” he ordered, staring at the man spread out for him. The long lines of muscles from Brendon’s arms to his shoulders, tapering down to a narrow waist and a perfect bubble ass—perfect didn’t even begin to describe it. Zeke felt the warmth of pre-cum on his cock head and grabbed the base, squeezing hard.

“Zeke, I…” Brendon’s voice trembled as a shiver rippled over his body. He turned his head to look at Zeke, eyes wide with excitement and nerves. That look let Zeke know that, yeah, his man was enjoying his submissive role. Zeke shook his head, grabbed one firm cheek and squeezed hard, drawing a moan from Brendon.

“Not a word, babe,” he ground out, kneading the flesh in his hand. Brendon gave a slight nod, his head still turned so he could watch Zeke. Zeke slid his hand over into the suds-slicked crease. His fingertips trailed over the pink hole still plump from his cock. Brendon arched his back and pushed against the fingers. Zeke jerked his hand back and grabbed the man’s hip.

“I said don’t move, Brendon, and I meant it.” Zeke waited until Brendon met his eyes, held his stare. His lover nodded, then turned his head, dropping it forward enough to brace his forehead on the shower wall. Excitement arched between them, so thick Zeke was almost surprised he couldn’t actually see it. He stepped up and pressed his hips against Brendon’s ass, wedging his cock into the slick crack and placing his palm over the length. Leaning over, he nipped at Brendon’s neck and began thrusting, his hand pressing his erection between those taut ass