AN HOUR later, Milo came home to an empty apartment. He paused at the entrance and closed his eyes. Not a sound. The air smelled stale—like no one had been in the space for hours.
Tommy had left two days earlier for Santorini and the Ralph Lauren summer shoot. He imagined himself transported to the black beaches of the famous Greek island and breathing in the salty Aegean air. Then Kaz entered the daydream in black board shorts and with a sexy grin.
A groan slipped out of Milo. He had been torturing himself all night since Kaz left the Hellfire Club to deal with his brother.
Kaz had a brother. From another mother. Someone who seemed dangerous in a sick, calculating sort of way.
It had been a long time since Milo was in the presence of a man like that. Dealing with that type was never easy. He shuddered when unwanted memories replaced the beach and Kaz and cocktails.
He might not know much about Kaz, but the sharing of personal history went both ways. Kaz knew the Milo who worked at Rebel, the Milo who had his heart broken by Celeste. Kaz had no idea who Milo was before all that—the Milo who lived in the kingdom his tyrannical father had built out of concrete mixed with blood. The monster he let out for the briefest second to get rid of an equally menacing beast.
Men like Haruhiko only responded to dominance. Assert it and they backed down. Milo had pegged him the instant he twisted in his chair to face him.
The weight of grocery bags in each hand reminded Milo that he’d bought ice cream.
As soon as he got into the town car waiting at the curb outside the Hellfire, he asked Jiro to take him to the nearest supermarket. He figured he might as well get some of the weekly grocery shopping done before he headed home.
Milo made his way to the kitchen and deposited the bags on the counter. The ice cream went into the freezer first, and then he sorted the rest of the items. Kaz had promised dessert, but Milo lowered his expectations for anything more that night. Haruhiko seemed like the kind of guy who didn’t take no for an answer. So much like Kaz in that sense.
When the groceries were put away, Milo tugged off his tie and headed for the bathroom for a nice hot shower to relax tense muscles. Then it was off to bed.
THOUGHTS OF the beach followed Milo into his dreams. He lay on a white lounge chair with the softest cushions. A large umbrella shielded him from the hot kiss of the sun. A cool breeze caressed his bare chest while he sipped from a tart-and-sweet cocktail that mirrored a sunset in a bulbous glass.
Sunglasses shielded his eyes from the glare of the blue water beneath the clear sky. He should really be working on his tan, but he had no one to rub SPF on his skin to keep him from crisping.
Then, like James Bond in Casino Royale, Kaz emerged from the waves. He flipped his head back, and water jumped in an arch behind him. When he shook his head, it seemed like the movement was in slow motion.
Milo sat up from his relaxed position and pulled off his sunglasses. He had to squint from the sudden brightness, but it wasn’t enough to blind him to the delectable creature wading out of the water.
Droplets created trails down Kaz’s chest, crawling over the swell of his abs. Kaz was cut, his definition mouthwatering. Milo swallowed.
He was thirsty for more than the cocktail in his hand. The way the black board shorts rode low on Kaz’s hips should be considered illegal. And the V that the end of his torso created? It was enough to send all the blood in Milo’s body south of the border.
Making eye contact, Kaz ran his fingers through his wet hair. The strands pulled back from his handsome face, exposing all those sharp lines and angles. His lips quirked up in that sexy grin Milo was powerless against. His breathing hitched with every step Kaz took toward him.
“What are you doing here?” Milo blurted out when Kaz stood beneath the shade of the umbrella. He smelled of salt and that spicy musk of his body wash, which shouldn’t be possible considering he just left the ocean.
“I’m here for you,” Kaz said in that deep, sonorous voice of his that never failed to send tingles down Milo’s spine. “Are you ready for me?”
All Milo could do was nod like an idiot. Words failed him. And from the thoughts running around in his head, words weren’t needed for what he wanted.
As if reading his filthy mind, Kaz sat on the edge of the lounge chair and pushed Milo back so he was lying down again. Then he leaned in and claimed Milo’s waiting mouth.
Kaz thrust the tip of his tongue between the seam of Milo’s lips. He took advantage of Milo’s moan and plunged his tongue in, deepening the kiss.
Kaz tasted of burnt apples and lust. Milo wrapped his arms around Kaz’s shoulders and pulled him down until their chests touched. He raked his fingers through Kaz’s still-damp hair. The strands were cool against Milo’s overheated skin.
He wanted more, needed more, so he pouted and growled his displeasure when Kaz pulled back. Their gazes met for a hot second before Kaz trailed kisses down Milo’s neck. He threw his head back to give Kaz better access.
At the base of the column, where Milo’s pulse hammered, Kaz used his teeth. The pleasure-pain of the bite startled Milo enough to arch away from the lounge chair. He felt it all the way to his rigid erection.
Gasping, Milo opened his eyes to his darkened room. Gone was the bright sunlit beach, but the solid body on top of him remained.
“Kaz?” he asked in a sleepy voice. “How did you get in? I know I locked the door.”
“You really need to consider moving to another apartment. The security here is appalling.” Lips touched Milo’s ear before the words, “I bribed your building manager to let me in.”
Kaz cupped Milo’s dick over his pajama bottoms. His hips jerked up, wanting more of the friction Kaz’s large hand provided.
“Your brother?” he managed to ask before all coherent thoughts scattered.
“He’s the last thing you should be thinking about while I’m on top of you.” Kaz removed his hand and bulk from Milo’s body, leaving him bereft.
“Where are you going?” Milo sat up, panic beginning at the center of his chest.
In the gloom he barely made out Kaz shrugging off his suit jacket. Then he reached for the bedside lamp and flicked the switch. The soft light blinded Milo for a second, but with each blink to clear his vision it seemed that more of Kaz’s clothes joined his jacket on the chair in the corner.
Not once did Kaz turn his back on Milo. His hands made quick work of the buttons along his crisp white shirt. The instant his chest was exposed, Milo’s throat closed. Reality was a hundred times better.
“You were dreaming about me,” Kaz said, wicked humor in his tone.
There was no use denying it. “When don’t I ever?”
“What was I doing in your dream?”
Milo told him about the beach and the beginnings of an awesome make-out session with the hope of more. With each description, the heat in Kaz’s blue eyes intensified. Milo couldn’t help but follow Kaz’s hands when he reached to unclasp the belt around his waist. In a swift tug, the leather band was gone, left to fall to the floor.
“You’re seriously going to leave the light on?” Milo asked, his prudish side resurfacing.
“I want to see your face when you come,” Kaz said matter-of-factly. He undid his pants, let them fall, and stepped out of the pool of black fabric.
The front of his boxer briefs was already straining when he stepped closer to Milo’s bed. Then, on all fours, he crawled toward Milo until their lips touched. Like in the dream, Milo opened for Kaz’s tongue. But, unlike the dream, Kaz curled his hands around the hem of Milo’s shirt. Instead of pulling up, he pulled on opposite ends and rent the fabric like it was tissue paper.
“Did you really have to do that?” Milo asked, looking down at his ruined shirt.
“I’ll buy you ten more.”
“Sure, because that’s what this is about.”
Kaz smirked and then cupped the back of Milo’s neck and pulled him forward. The searing kiss made up for the torn shirt, which he easily shrugged out of. Kaz eased Milo onto his back and trailed kisses down his neck.
“Dreams really do come true,” Milo said in a happy gasp as Kaz bit down on the pulse at the base of his neck.
“For what I have planned for you?” Kaz licked one puckered nipple and squeezed the nub between his thumb and forefinger. “Dreams won’t be able to compare.”
Milo groaned. His back arched off the bed as Kaz focused on the other nipple and gave it the same attention as the first. Rolling both sensitive points between his expert fingers, he traced a line from the center of Milo’s chest to his navel with his tongue and plunged the tip into the depression.
Never had Milo known the place to be such an erogenous zone for him. It sent electricity all the way to his toes.
When his nipples were released, Milo took a moment to catch his breath. Kaz hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Milo’s pajama bottoms and tugged the fabric down his legs. A sigh of relief escaped Milo’s throat.
“I honestly thought you were going to rip those too,” he said lazily. “They are my favorite pair.”
Instead of responding, Kaz growled. A smirk stretched over Milo’s kiss-swollen lips. He hadn’t worn anything underneath. It left his cock free for whatever Kaz planned.
“You were waiting for me,” Kaz said in wonder.
“I’m always waiting for you” came Milo’s impatient reply.
As if hearing the call of Milo’s body, Kaz closed his hand around the engorged length. As he stroked, he leaned forward and claimed Milo’s lips once more.
Milo took advantage of their close proximity to plunge his hand into Kaz’s boxer briefs, and Kaz groaned the instant Milo began to rub his length. They matched each other’s rhythm with both their hands and their tongues.
“You are so hot,” Milo said between wet kisses. “So big. I want you in me, now.”
“So bossy.” Kaz chuckled but tightened his grip on the base of Milo’s cock, making him yelp in surprise. “Turn around.”
As Milo shifted onto his stomach, he said, “Lube and condoms are in the dresser.”
The sound of the drawer sliding open was almost as loud as the pounding of Milo’s heart. It was really happening. The rip of a condom packet affirmed his thought. The cap of the lube flipping open made him gasp, and he lifted his hips in anticipation, presenting his eager ass to Kaz’s ministrations.
With two coated fingers, Kaz circled Milo’s entrance. “You should see yourself right now. Puckering for me.”
“Kaz,” Milo moaned, gripping the sheets. “I want you.”
Kaz’s large body hovered over his as he whispered, “You have a hungry little ass, don’t you? Hot. Tight.”
He emphasized the word by slipping in first one finger, then two. Milo’s back bowed at the intrusion. The stretch was fire, but he knew that Kaz’s girth was more than just two fingers.
The expectation was enough to choke him, so he relaxed into the preparation and felt himself loosen with each stroke. Kaz heightened the sensation by reaching around and running the tip of his finger over the slit of Milo’s dick. Then he spread the pearl of precome over the head. Milo thrust forward then back, unsure which sensation he liked best.
Just as Milo reached the edge of his control, Kaz released his cock and pulled his fingers out. But before Milo could protest, Kaz’s body covered his again. Then the head of Kaz’s dick pushed against Milo’s entrance.
A groan of pleasure slipped out of Milo, but the sound was cut off when Kaz paused, only the head inside.
“Kaz,” Milo growled. “What are you doing?”
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, sending Milo’s frustration into overdrive.
Without responding, Milo reached behind them until his hand closed around one of Kaz’s asscheeks. Once he was sure of his grip, he pushed back with his body while he pulled Kaz closer. The move forced Kaz to penetrate him halfway.
They both moaned.
Milo had been both right and wrong—right because Kaz was indeed huge, but wrong because the stretch was more than he thought he could take. It was overwhelming and made him light-headed.
“Baka,” Kaz gasped, just as breathless. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” Milo lied through his teeth. But with each deep breath, he felt his body relax against the intrusion. “I knew you were big, but this…. So hot. So… good. Quit the bullshit and make me come already.”
The command was forceful enough that no other words were necessary. Kaz gripped Milo’s hips and pushed in the rest of the way.
A strangled yelp.
Milo wasn’t sure if it came from him, but he didn’t have time to process the rest of his emotions, because Kaz pulled all the way out until only the tip of his cock remained and then slammed back in. The force was enough to send Milo sprawling over the bed, gripping the sheets for dear life.
The friction of his cock rubbing against the mattress added to the sensation of Kaz filling him to the brim. The stretch was intense, mind-blowing, enough to shatter him to pieces.
Their grunts and moans blended together until Milo was no longer sure who was making which sound. And the slap of skin against skin was maddening. Kaz reverted to Nihongo and spoke dirty words into Milo’s ear, turning him on even more.
The pressure built and built in him with each powerful thrust. The friction was more than enough and burned white-hot within him, but Kaz had other plans. He reached around them and began to pump Milo’s cock in time with his thrusts. It sent all the nerve endings in Milo’s body into overdrive.
Like a flash of lightning, Milo felt his release from the base of his spine. Almost at the same moment, Kaz found his own release. They bowed into each other as Kaz rode out their shared orgasm and Milo milked him for all he was worth.
Milo bucked once, twice, and then collapsed onto the bed. Instead of collapsing on top of him as he expected, Kaz pulled out, panting. Then he flipped Milo over.
With hooded eyes, Milo watched Kaz remove the spent condom and put on a new one. Even after just coming, he was still hard. The man was a machine. He lifted one of Milo’s legs over his shoulder and entered him again.
Milo gasped.
“You thought we were done?” Kaz teased, pushing in further until Milo took him to the hilt.
“I never expected anything less.”