[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, MM, HEA]
Everyone makes mistakes, but mine might lose me the best thing that ever happened to me.
I loved Benji with all my heart, but I was afraid of what everyone would say if they found out I was gay, so I did the stupidest thing I could have done and I left, breaking Benji's heart in the process. Now, I'm back and I'm hoping Benji loves me enough to let me prove to him that I'm here to stay.
Finding Benji was the easy part. Convincing him to give me another chance was much harder. Saving him from whoever was trying to destroy his life might take a miracle. I'm nothing if not determined, but before I can have the man I love, I have to make his world safe, and I'm just the billionaire to do it.
Stormy Glenn is a Siren-exclusive author.
"I found him!" Sergei Zhukov shouted as he ran into my office without knocking. Good thing I hadn't been in a meeting or on the phone. "I found Benjamin Hart, Mr. Burke."
My heart lurched up into my throat. I had to swallow hard before I could ask the question I'd been waiting to ask for three months. "You found Benji?"
"Yes, sir. His name just popped up in the State Health Insurance Agency's database from some coffee house over on the east side."
I grabbed the papers Sergei held out to me and quickly scanned them before sucking in a painful breath when I saw the address listed for the coffee shop. "He's still here in the city?"
I would have thought Benji had moved across the country with as bad as he had wanted to forget me after we broke up. He'd certainly moved out of his little apartment fast enough after I left. I knew. I'd gone back to see him and found the place rented to someone else.
I'd had the world's most perfect man there for the taking and I'd tossed him away because I was too scared of what others would think of me if I'd come out as gay. I'd told Benji it wasn't working out and simply walked away, despite Benji's pleas for us to work it out.
I'd been a coward, but this might be my one chance to redeem myself.
In the last three months, ever since I learned one of my best friends was gay when he claimed his executive assistant and married him, I'd learned that who I slept with was no one's business except the person in my bed. What others thought about me being gay wasn't my problem.
Being without Benji was, and I was determined to get him back.
I just wasn't sure how I was going to do that.
"Bring everything you've found on Benji and then call the car around, Sergei."
"Yes, sir." Sergei was out the door a moment later.
I stared down at the photo of Benji for a moment, rubbing my thumb along the edge. The last time I'd seen him had been nine months ago. It felt like forever. Maybe it was. Maybe I didn't have a chance in hell of reclaiming the man who had changed my world, but I had to try.
I picked up my phone and dialed one of my best friends. "Knox, I know we have a board meeting in an hour, but I need you to reschedule it. I found Benji."
"You found him?" Colton Knox asked.
Knox was the Chief Executive Officer of Silver Spoons Inc. Our mutual friend, Decker Crosby was the Chief Risk Officer. I was the Chief Financial Officer. We'd met in college and become best friends almost from day one.
Together, the three of us had built Silver Spoons Inc. up from an idea and turned it into a billion dollar corporation. We hadn't used a dime of our family's money. Just our own sweat and tears and a trust in each other that was closer than brothers.
I trusted no one more.
"He's still here in the city."
"Go then," Knox said. "We can have this meeting later. This is more important, Burke. Go get your guy."
I knew he'd understand. Both Knox and Crosby knew how desperately I wanted to find Benji. I'd been looking for him for over three months. Until today, there hadn't been a single sign of him.
I hung up on Knox without saying goodbye, but I knew he'd understand. He'd been a basket case when Newton, who was now his husband, turned his proposal down the first time. He'd been drunk for a week before me and Crosby pulled him out of it and kicked him the ass to get him to go claim Newt. Luckily for Knox, Newt had a forgiving nature.
Except for when it came to Knox, apparently.
We'd lost more than one account due to Knox publicly declaring that he was gay and marrying another man. Newt had refused to do business with anyone who turned their noses down at him or Knox because they were gay. He'd been able to pull in twice as many accounts that didn't have an issue with it. We now had contacts in the business world we never dreamed of tapping into before now.
As CFO, I could honestly say business was booming.
I grabbed my suit jacket and pulled it on, then patted my pocket to make sure the ring I'd picked out for him was still there. I smiled when I felt it. Clutching the papers Sergei had handed me, walked out of my office.
"Hold my calls and cancel all of my appointments for the rest of the day, Nina," I directed my secretary as I walked past her desk. "I'm not sure exactly when I will be back in the office."
"Of course, Mr. Burke. Is there anything I can help you with?"
I walked with a determined clip toward the express elevator that would take me directly down to the parking garage. Express or not, it seemed to take forever to reach my destination. I knew Sergei would be waiting for me there, along with my driver.
Sergei used to be part of Knox's security detail along with his brothers Ivan and Yuri. Sergei had gone to work for me as my personal bodyguard and Yuri went to work for Crosby as his personal bodyguard. Ivan still worked for Knox.
Over the last three months, ever since Newt had been shot—twice—trying to protect Knox, we had restructured our security. We'd placed the three Zhukov brothers in charge of our security, including the hiring, training, and assignments of those working under them. It seemed to be working out pretty well.
No one had shot Newt in months.
When the elevator doors slid open in the parking garage, Sergei was waiting for me with the door of my bulletproof SUV open. After he handed me the file in his hand, I climbed right in. Sergei climbed in after me, shut the door, and then rapped his knuckles on the partisan between us and the driver.
"Coffee shop, Mr. Burke?" Sergei asked as the car got underway.
I nodded as I flipped the file open and started reading as Sergei lowered the partisan and gave the driver directions to the coffee house. There wasn't much there. Hardly anything really. "The records you found didn't give a home address?"
Sergei shook his head. "The coffee house was listed as his place of residence."
"And it's his place of employment?"
I frowned as I thought about that. Benji had been a chef at a fancy French restaurant when I met him a little over a year ago. What in the hell was he doing working at a coffee shop? What happened to the chef job?
He loved cooking and he was very good at it. I had spent hours watching him create dishes and desserts. I'd even gained a couple of pounds before my cowardice forced me away. It made no sense for him to be working as a barista.
The questions about what was going on with Benji were mounting.
When we reached the bedroom, Benji hung up my robe and then walked around to his side of the bed and slid in. He turned and faced away before pulling the covers up over his shoulders. I braced myself and took a full breath before slipping out of my lounge pants and sliding between the sheets.
For a moment, I debated what I wanted to do and then I thought to hell with it. I scooted closer to the middle of the bed and then reached out and grabbed Benji, pulling him back into my arms. I had just enough time to tuck Benji's head under my chin before he stiffened against me.
"What are you doing?"
"It's called cuddling, Benji."
I smirked when Benji sighed. I spread my hand wide against his abdomen, pressing him back against me.
"I thought you said nothing was going to happen tonight?"
"Its morning," I whispered right before I pressed my lips to the warm skin below his ear.
My hand shook as I reached out to caress one round globe then the other. Benji's skin was so silky soft. I could touch him for days, years. Hell, centuries. Benji's skin felt glorious.
I grabbed the lube and opened it. I squirted a liberal amount onto my cock and spread it around. My dick was so engorged, so sensitive, I thought I might not make it inside of Benji before I exploded. I gripped the bottom of my shaft until the sensation to come lessoned.
Once I was in control of myself again, I squirted more lube onto my fingers and then dropped the bottle onto the bed. I spread Benji's ass cheeks and slowly pushed my finger into him.
Benji's heavy panting and small whimpers nearly drove me to my knees. The man spread his legs farther apart, giving me a glorious view of the full cock and tight ball sac that hung between his legs.
I thrust my finger, one at a time, until he was stretched enough to take me. It took four fingers. I was shaking with need by the time I was done.
I felt an overwhelming urge to slam my cock in Benji's inviting hole, to claim the man, but I also wanted to make our time together special. I wanted Benji to always remember this, first of what I hoped would be many times together, fondly.
With that in mind, I picked Benji up and swung him around. Benji squeaked and grabbed for me, which worked out just fine for me. I lay back on the bed and placed Benji's body so that the man straddled me.
"You have to take it from here, Benji."
Benji grinned and sat up on his knees, reaching behind him. My breath caught in my throat when I felt Benji's hands grip my cock, guiding it to his' tight entrance.
"Fuck," I groaned as Benji sank down on my hard shaft. I could barely breathe with Benji being impaled on my cock. Benji's hot silky channel tightened around me as I thrust up into him. I groaned, arching up into Benji's body as I gripped the man's hips tightly with my hands.
I turned us sideways and grabbed Benji's ass. I watched pleasure blossom across Benji's face as I trailed my fingers down between the man's butt cheeks to where my cock impaled Benji.
I moved Benji's hips away from my body, slowly drawing my cock back until just the head remained. Benji's mouth hung open and rapid little pants huffed out. His eyes were wide, dazed, his skin flushed.
His was glorious.
I slammed Benji back down on my cock. I wasn't sure whose cry was louder, mine or Benji's. I just knew I needed to do it again. I lifted Benji away from me then rammed into him over and over again.
The pleasure was explosive. Every inch of Benji's hot grip wrapped around my cock. It didn't matter if I pulled most of the way out or was buried to the root; Benji surrounded me, caressed me with his silky tight skin.
I pulled out and rolled Benji onto his back and the covered him with my body. I grabbed his legs and wrapped them around my waist, spreading them farther when I leaned down to kiss Benji's lush lips.
Benji lay there, his breathing rapid, punctured only by his moans. He gripped my arms and hooked his ankles around my waist when I started to push into him. The harder I thrust, the more Benji's head thrashed on the bed.
I was in heaven watching Benji. The man was more responsive than anyone I'd ever met, even when he didn't say a word. I knew when I hit Benji's sweet spot. Benji's entire body suddenly stiffened and he cried out as he seemed to try and crawl into me.
I took note of that particular position and continued pumping into the tight hole holding me, aiming for Benji's sweet spot with every thrust. I had to use one hand to hold Benji's hips up close to mine when Benji's body started to melt into the mattress.
I used the other hand to tweak Benji's nipples. I used my lips to suck up a deep mark on Benji's neck. When Benji's hands moved up my arms to my shoulder and his fingernails dug in, I knew I was done for. I wasn't going to last another minute, maybe another second.
"Benji," I groaned, "I can't—gonna—"
"Yes!" Benji screamed. His entire body shuddered. "Yes!"
I pounded into Benji, losing all sense of restraint, intent on savoring the feelings of desire racing through ever fiber of my being. Benji's whole body stiffened. A loud cry sounded in my ear and streams of hot, wet cum filled the space between us.
I gritted my teeth. I had just enough time to lift my head from Benji's neck before his inner muscles tightened down on me and ripped my orgasm from me in a white hot blaze of fire that consumed every inch of me.
"Benji," I roared as I filled him with my release. Benji's body milked me for every last drop. My body languid, I collapsed. I planted little kisses against Benji's neck as I waited for my heartbeat to return to normal.
I lifted his head and looked own into Benji's flushed face. I chuckled and rolled us over until Benji lay over my chest. I refused to remove my cock from Benji's ass until I absolutely needed to.
I pressed a kiss to the top of Benji's head. "Sleep, baby."
I was content to lay there and hold him for the rest of the night.
Hopefully, for the rest of our lives.