Black Dagger Brotherhood 11 - Lover at Last

put his bare chest against Blay’s. “Use me.”
    “
What?
”
    “Teach him a lesson.” Qhuinn tightened his hold and tilted Blay’s head back. “Pay him back the right way. With me.”
    To make things crystal clear, Qhuinn extended his tongue and ran it up the side of Blay’s throat.
    The hiss in response was loud as a curse.
    Blay punched into him, shoving him back. “Have you lost your
fucking
mind?”
    Qhuinn cupped his heavy, hard sex. “I want you. And I’ll take you any way I can—even if it’s only to get back at my cousin.”
    Blay’s expression played table tennis between utter disbelief and epic anger.
    “You fucking asshole! You turn me down for years, and then all of a sudden do a one-eighty? What the
fuck
is wrong with you!”
    With his free hand, Qhuinn played with one of his nipple rings—and focused on what was doing at Blay’s hip level: Underneath that robe, the male became fully erect, that terry cloth no match for the likes of that kind of hard-on.
    “Are you out of your goddamn mind! What the fuck!?”
    Usually Blay didn’t curse or raise his voice. It was a turn-on to see him lose it.
    Locking his eyes on his friend’s, Qhuinn slowly sank down onto his knees. “Let me take care of that—”
    “
What
?”
    He leaned forward and tugged at the bottom of the robe, pulling it toward him. “Come here. Let me show you how I do.”
    Blay grabbed the tie that kept the two halves together, and yanked it tighter. “What the
hell
are you doing?”
    God, the fact that he was on his knees, begging, seemed only appropriate. “I want to be with you. I don’t give a shit why—just let me be with you—”
    “After all this time? What’s changed?”
    “Everything.”
    “You’re with Layla—”
    “
No.
I’ll say it however many times you need to hear it—I’m
not
with her.”
    “She’s pregnant.”
    “One time. I was with her once, and just like I told you, it was only because I want a family and so does she. One time, Blay, and never again.”
    Blay’s head fell back, his eyes closing as if someone were driving spikes under his fingernails. “Don’t do this to me, for God’s sake, you can’t do this—” As his voice gave out, the anguish was a sad insight into all the problems Qhuinn had caused. “Why now? Maybe it’s
you
who wants to get back at Saxton—”
    “Fuck my cousin, it’s got nothing to do with him for me. If you were alone, I’d still be right on this carpet, on my knees, wanting to be with you. If you were mated to a female, if you were dating someone all casual and shit, if you were in a million different places in life…I’d still be right here. Begging you for something, anything—one time, if that’s all you’ve got.”
    Qhuinn reached out again, going under the robe, stroking a strong, muscled leg—and when Blay stepped back again, he knew he was losing the battle.
    Shit, he was going to lose this chance if he didn’t—
    “Look, Blay, I’ve done a lot of shitty things in my life, but I’ve always kept it real. I almost died tonight—and that sets a male straight. Up there in that airplane, looking over the dark night, I didn’t think I was going to make it. Everything got clear for me. I want to be with you because of that.”
    Actually, he’d known a fuck of a lot sooner, waaaaaaaay before the Cessna situation, but he was hoping the explanation made sense to Blay.
    Maybe it did. In response, the guy weaved on his feet, as if he were going to give in—or leave. There was no telling which one it was.
    Qhuinn rushed to get more words out. “I’m sorry I’ve wasted so much time—and if you don’t want to be with me, I get it. I’ll back off—I’ll live with the consequences. But for the love of God, if there’s a chance—for whatever reason on your side—revenge, curiosity…hell, even if you’ll let me fuck you just once and never, ever again, for the sole reason of driving a stake through my heart? I’ll take it. I’ll take you…any way I can get you.”
    He reached out a third time, snaking his hand around the back of Blay’s leg. Stroking. Pleading. “I don’t care what it costs me….”

TWENTY-SEVEN
    L ooming over Qhuinn, Blay was preternaturally aware of everything around him: the feel of Qhuinn’s hand on the back of his thigh, the way the hem of the robe brushed against his calf, the scent of sex thickening the air.
    In so many ways, he had wanted this his whole life—or at least ever since he’d