Black and Brown: Raven Assassins (Ravens #1)

Chapter Eighty-One

Mirage

Grace was clearly over-the-moon happy with his shiny new kitchen. Mirage could tell by the meal he cooked and how he kept adding dishes.

By the time Grace was done, the dining table was crowded with enough food to be considered a Thanksgiving feast.

Mirage didn’t think Grace’s kitchen could be fancier than before, but it was.

The stove had three more burners than the last one and a grill in the middle. Which was perhaps what compelled Grace to make six side dishes at one time and grill some steaks.

Mirage helped him clean the kitchen so he didn’t feel useless since Grace slapped his hand when he picked up a spoon and tried to stir the potatoes.

After eating far too much food, they were on the balcony, stretched out on the patio couches like manatees, with one hand down the fronts of their pants and one on their stomachs.

“I don’t think I can move. My stomach feels like it’s gonna explode.”

Grace harrumphed, then drank a sip of his bourbon.

Mirage stared up at the distant diamonds scattered across the cobalt sky, then closed his eyes after a cool breeze brushed over his skin.

He sighed and settled into the cushions until he was comfortable, ready to accept the next three days of reprieve.

He must’ve dozed off because when he opened his eyes, Grace was naked and climbing on top of him.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groaned.

Mirage had never woken with a smile on his face before.

Grace tossed one of Mirage’s legs over the back of the couch and settled between his thighs, diving face-first for his balls.

Mirage arched his back and released a holler that hurt his throat.

He gripped Grace’s hair and pressed his mouth closer.

His breath was so warm, his lips soft and wet.

“Oh my God.”

Mirage was glad he was outside. The cool air was helping him breathe.

Grace was sucking his balls as if he were starving and they held sustenance.

“Your mouth feels so damn good,” Mirage groaned.

His eyes rolled behind his lids as he caressed Grace’s cheek, sliding his thumb along his wet bottom lip that was stretched around his shaft. “You’re about to make me come so hard.”

Grace

I’m fuckin’ crazy about you, do you know that?

“Yes,” Mirage groaned as he pushed more lube inside him, never breaking eye contact. “Because I’ve felt that way about you for six years.”

Mirage had Grace on his back on the patio chaise lounge, with one leg hooked around his waist and the other pushed out to the side.

He was exposed to the elements, wrapped in the night like a warm blanket, with his legs spread wide.

When Mirage’s blunt head nudged his hole, chills raced down his spine that had nothing to do with the sixty-two-degree weather.

Mirage had never taken him like this. He’d never looked him in his eyes as he eased into his body, inch by torturous inch.

“Don’t close them. I want to see every emotion you’re feeling.”

Grace had to fight not to slam his eyes shut and break their connection.

He couldn’t stop shaking, his mouth falling open as his body took all Mirage had to give.

After Mirage’s balls were pressed against his ass, Grace released the tension in his muscles and relaxed into the cushions.

Mirage stared through him until he could see into his soul. Unmoving, staying balls-deep, his hard, thick cock throbbing in the same rhythm as Grace’s heart.

He gripped Mirage’s ass and shoved him even deeper inside, controlling his own pleasure.

“Damn, Grace.” Mirage moaned loudly, the sound of his passion carrying on the breeze.

Grace subtly rocked his hips, grinding on Mirage’s cock until his dick started leaking, his orgasm cresting from the slightest motion.

Grace tipped his head back and allowed Mirage to chew on his throat, licking and biting in all the places that made him cry out.

His dick was so hard, trapped between their abdomens, that slight friction causing him to barrel toward the edge of ecstasy.

Mirage’s forehead was creased as if he were in exquisite pain. His silky lips hovered over his, feeding Grace that sexy language he’d perfected into his mouth.

Mirage tucked a stray hair behind Grace’s ear, his gaze tender and locked on him.

“If you only knew what I felt inside for you, it’d scare you.”

Grace shook his head. Never .

“When we’re in battle, you’re my strength, Grace, and your shadow my protection. But when I’m cornered in my darkest moments…your silence is my peace . ”

Mirage’s confession made Grace’s heart pound so hard his chest ached.

Grace breathed it all in, overwhelmed with emotions he’d been stripped of for so long and were now back.

Mirage’s moans were sexy as he slid his cock out a couple of inches and slid back inside. There was no hurry. He touched and loved on him as if they had a lifetime to do this.

Grace’s entire body locked.

“That’s it, come with me,” Mirage whispered.

It was a mere second before he shook beyond control and came with the intensity of a force-ten storm.