Page 20 of Hard as Steel

“Mhm. That accent. I’ve missed it.”

Krystof closed his eyes and savored every second. His heart had begged for this for so long. “Being in love with you has always been the best of me.”

“Nah.” Steel didn’t give him the chance to argue. “The best part of you is you. I would know. I’ve fucked you.”

Krystof shook with laughter. Steel was always way too serious or goofy. There was no in-between. He had to get them back on track. Steel had a business to run. “What are we going to do with all this stuff?”

“Let’s keep it.” Steel hadn’t even hesitated. “We have businesses here. I imagine we’ll travel back and forth quite a bit. No need for hotels or imposing on the newlyweds.”

Krystof hated to be the one who broached the topic, but they needed full communication between them. “Are you sure? I know how this house must make you feel.”

Steel stroked Krystof’s stomach. “I feel like I’m home—as if no time has passed. It’s like I woke up from a coma and here you are. Honestly, I thought I would hate everything about being here again. Now I realize we only made one bad memory here. We had a million happy ones. In this bed with you, all I feel is love,” his hand swept lower, massaging Krystof’s cock through his pants, “and arousal.”

“How can I feed those feelings? I always want you satiated.”

“You should probably make love to me.”

“Probably?”

A soft laugh rumbled from Steel. “Definitely.”

Krystof licked his lips. He swore he was always the wet blanket of their conversations. “I don’t have anything here. You know, like condoms.”

Thankfully, Steel didn’t react badly. “Lucky for you, I know how to pack like a Boy Scout. Just let me grab my bag from the car.” They had planned to stay at a hotel for a few nights while sorting things out here. There had been no reason for Steel to bring his luggage inside.

Krystof stopped him before he got away. Steel didn’t argue when Krystof shoved him onto his back and climbed on. He kissed Steel the way he craved. Nights of flaming hot passion ran through his head. Krystof didn’t have to dream about those days any longer. He craved the way they tore at each other. They left each other marked nearly every time from the sheer violence of their combined desire.

Krystof sat back and pushed Steel’s shirt up his torso before going in for more. He licked, bit, and sucked Steel’s chest. His warm brown nipples were hard and still wet from Krystof’s ministrations. The pads of his chest were solid and covered in chill bumps. Krystof couldn’t resist sinking his teeth in. The moan that came from Steel snapped what little patience he had left.

Krystof rolled onto his back. “Take off your pants. I want you to fuck my throat. I need your cum on my tongue.”

Steel didn’t hesitate to buck and kick his way out of his jeans. He knew the assignment. Steel straddled Krystof’s face. He led his dick to Krystof’s mouth. A deep hum came from Krystof’s chest as Steel’s cock slid over his tongue and hit the back of Krystof’s throat. It might have been a long time since he sucked dick, but—thankfully—blow jobs were like bikes. Once a person knew how to ride, the motions became second nature.

Just as Krystof asked him to do, Steel pounded Krystof’s throat, abusing his mouth. Krystof loved every second. The bruises on his uvula would take days to heal. Steel knew Krystof. He was fully aware this violent sexual energy was everything he wanted and more. Maybe he was fucked in the head. Krystof hadn’t done much soul-searching on the topic. All he knew was that he loved walking away from Steel still feeling everywhere he had been.

Steel growled and grunted as Krystof raked his fingernails down the cheeks of Steel’s ass. He squeezed the perfect peach. Krystof was ready to blow without his dick being touched. He lived in the clouds, burning hot from being too close to the sun. Cum unexpectedly coated his mouth. Krystof gagged slightly. If Steel noticed, he didn’t stick around to check on Krystof. He slithered down Krystof’s body and went down on him with every bit as much fervor as he had fucked Krystof’s mouth. Krystof’s hips left the bed. He shamelessly took what he wanted. When he blew, Krystof couldn’t stop whimpering. He hadn’t needed to go anywhere else over the years to know this truth: no one fucked him like Steel.

Chapter Eight

“I’m not going to lie. You seem kind of young to be running this big of a business.”

Steel nodded along. “I understand that, but you don’t need to worry. Steel Security already has a few solid ten-year contracts with the option to extend with more than one agent and production stage company. Our client list is growing larger every day. That’s why I need a qualified, willing-to-learn-from-the-best team member. These aren’t low-tier performers or companies. You’ll be responsible for some of the biggest names in the business. I need to fully trust my employees.”

German flashed a big grin. “Then I’m definitely your man. I’m a bit of a nomad with no family ties. Being a full-time, live-in guard is a perfect fit for me.”

Steel leaned back in his chair and eyed German. His gut said German would do great working for him. Steel just preferred to know as much as possible about his guards’ personalities. “This will sound cliché as hell, but we are a family here. I’ve hired every guard personally and would go to bat for every single one. Do you mind sharing the family situation? I’ll gladly go first if hearing my bullshit will make you more comfortable with the conversation.”

For the first time, German showed the tiniest crack of doubt. He rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “Yeah. I’d kind of prefer you go first. My story is pretty ugly.”

Steel gave him a nod and sat forward again. He had gotten good at telling his past without flinching. “I was raised in a small town. My father owned the local steel mill and employed most of the population there. Everyone respected him and thought he was a great guy. A tough but fair boss. People at school thought one of three things: I came from money and was spoiled, I was the son of their parents' boss and off limits for friendship, or that I was a computer nerd not meant for friends. What they didn’t realize was my father worked me harder in that mill than anyone on the payroll. When he wasn’t running me into the ground at work, he was trying to put me in the ground at home. So I got out the moment I turned eighteen, drove to Seattle in a beat-up pickup, and started building this company. As the company grew, I spread to more states and offices. You will always have work with me.”

German’s expression spoke volumes. He wasn’t surprised, nor was he judging. “Yeah. That’s pretty much my story too, except for the part where my parents put me out at sixteen and I spent some time homeless.” He smiled. “I guess I’m still technically homeless.”

“Why would your parents kick you out like that? I mean, abuse is one thing. People think they can get away with that, but abandonment. That's definitely jail time.”

German shrugged. “I guess jail sounded better than anyone at church learning they had a gay son.”

“The job is yours if you want it.”