There was nothing that irritated Kaden Daniels more than someone who was late. It was disrespectful and downright rude to keep someone waiting. But, as he was learning, things often ran differently in a small, southern town. Had he known that before moving to Cedar Falls, Kaden might have moved as far north as possible.
Then again, people were late no matter where they lived. It just seemed in the south, they were a lot more laid back about punctuality. Actually, they were more laid back in everything they did. He’d moved to Cedar Falls two months ago, and in that time, he’d found himself doing nothing but waiting.
Waiting for the electrician to fix a faulty light in the garage. Waiting for the cable installer to hook up his cable. Waiting for the lawn company to give him a quote on re-sodding his yard. Waiting for City Hall to sign the permits to start his business.
Thankfully, with a little help from Ryder Monroe, who had been key in convincing Kaden to move to Cedar Falls, everything had gotten done. Although the light in the garage was still flickering, it worked most of the time.
Now, once more he was forced to wait on a man whose mother had made the appointment for him. Why any man would need his mother to do that was beyond Kaden’s comprehension, especially when said man was about to buy an engagement ring. Shouldn’t someone who was going to take the adult step of getting married be man enough to make his own appointments?
The soft tone of the bell rang out as the door to Kaden’s store, The Pearl Necklace, opened. Doing his best to hide the annoyance of being made to wait, Kaden glanced at his watch—twenty minutes late. There was no way he wasn’t going to give this guy a piece of his mind. Kaden looked up from the account books he’d been working on and froze.
It wasn’t often Kaden was left speechless by someone’s beauty. That it happened with only a look, should have been impossible. Kaden was from San Francisco. Everywhere one looked was a drop dead gorgeous gay man. Up until this moment, Kaden believed he was immune to a good-looking man, yet the one before him belied that notion.
The man’s soft, brown eyes, high cheekbones, and firm lips that just begged to be kissed had Kaden taking a step closer. But it was the tightly packed muscle of the man’s body that had Kaden drooling for a taste. He was every one of Kaden’s wet dreams rolled up in one.
Nearly as tall as Kaden, the man before him would be a sight to behold on his knees, waiting with breathless anticipation for Kaden’s commands. The strong jaw and determination in the beauty’s eyes made Kaden’s cock thicken. This man would be a challenge to control, but it would mean so much more when he finally submitted.
For he would submit. The need in the man’s gaze told him that. Excitement thrummed through Kaden’s body at the thought. For the first time since arriving in Cedar Falls, Kaden was glad he’d made the decision to move there.
“Good afternoon,” Kaden said as he walked toward the man who still hovered by the door. “I’m Kaden Daniels, owner of The Pearl Necklace.” He held out his hand, his blood racing at the rough texture of the stranger’s calloused hands.
It was obvious this man was used to hard work, which boded well for what Kaden had planned for him. Kaden wasn’t an easy Dom. In fact, he’d gone through dozens of subs who couldn’t keep up with his demands, in hopes of one day finding the one who could. If things went according to plan, this man would be that one.
“How may I help you?” Kaden let his voice drop an octave as he spoke. He felt the shiver that went through the man as those brown eyes gazed at him with shock, and if Kaden wasn’t wrong, which he wasn’t, a hint of lust.
“Brent Daniels. I believe my mother talked to you on the phone,” the man said.
Just like that, Kaden felt as if a bucket of ice had been dumped over his head. Oh, he was still interested. Kaden would have to be dead not to be, but the man was about to get engaged, which made him off limits.
As he rounded the corner that led to the back, Brent’s gaze immediately went to Kaden, who was standing there looking way too pleased with himself. That only pissed Brent off. This was his life, not some fucking game. He was on the verge of throwing his entire life away for a chance of being with this man. Yet Kaden stood there like the cat that ate the canary.
What was he thinking? There was no way he could do this.
His heart sped up, and he couldn’t seem to get enough air into his lungs. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Brent wondered if he was having a heart attack, especially as his body went numb.
Sure Savannah was a bitch, but Brent could make it work. If it meant keeping his family, Brent would walk through hell. The question was, could he live in that hell?
Sweat popped out all over his body. Was he already in hell? Was that why he was so hot?
A hard mouth covered his in a brutal kiss that forced all thoughts of Savannah, hell, even his family, right out of his head. All Brent knew was the hard body he was leaning into, calloused hands that held him so tightly it felt as if Kaden would never let him go, and lips that were branding Brent right down to his soul.
It was heaven.
A place Brent wanted to stay for the rest of his life.
Sinking further into Kaden’s embrace, Brent gave himself over to Kaden’s care. What the future would hold was unknown, but for the first time in Brent’s life, he finally understood why living his life for his family would never allow him to be happy.
It was time for Brent to take a chance and be himself.
* * * *
That moment, Brent let go and allowed Kaden to take over had taken Kaden by surprise. He never once expected Brent to submit so quickly, or so completely. It was no wonder that all other thoughts, like Harley and Angelo being in the front of the store, completely disappeared.
All he knew in that moment was Brent. The weight of his strong body against his own. The feel of all those hard muscles beneath his fingertips. The flavor of his mouth in a kiss that left Kaden only wanting more. Everything about Brent was intoxicating.
He hadn’t planned on moving this quickly, but now that he had Brent in his arms, Kaden just couldn’t let the man go without taking what he offered. He’d be a fool to let Brent walk away without showing him just how good it could be between them.
Diving deeper into the kiss, Kaden wrapped his arms around Brent. He gripped Brent’s ass, tugging him even closer. He couldn’t help pressing his fingers into the taut muscles of those firm globes, kneading them.
The moan that slipped from Brent’s lips sounded so sweet Kaden wanted to drown in the noise. The need to touch skin became paramount. That they were in his small office in the back of The Pearl Necklace just didn’t matter, not when it meant seeing Brent naked.
Kaden trailed one hand to the front of Brent’s jeans and popped the button at the top. He let out a groan of his own when the rasp of the zipper could be heard without a complaint from Brent.
There was zero doubt in Kaden’s mind that he was taking this way too fast. If Brent said a word, he would stop, but Kaden prayed the man was just as turned on as he was and wouldn’t say a word. Well, he could beg. Kaden did love a man who begged. Who didn’t?
He hated letting Brent’s tight, muscled ass go, but if he had any hope of peeling the man’s jeans off, he would need both hands. Shoving the material down to Brent’s thighs, which was as far as he could reach without breaking the kiss, Kaden returned his hands to Brent’s waist and pushed down the man’s boxers, too.
He needed to see Brent’s cock. It was imperative. Pulling back from the kiss, Kaden looked down and smiled in delight. Seven inches stood proudly erect and curving upward toward Brent’s stomach.
Wrapping his hand around the steel rod encased in silk, Kaden gave it a couple of firm strokes. On each upward glide, he ran his thumb over the slit and spread the drops of fluid leaking out over the head before reversing direction.
“Ugh,” Brent groaned. His head was tilted back on his shoulders, his mouth agape, and his pupils were huge.
Brent looked stunning in his pleasure. That Kaden was the one to put that expression on his face, made it that much sweeter. Everything Brent did turned Kaden on. His own dick was so hard, he was sure he’d permanently have zipper marks on the surface. At least with the metal pushing against him, it stopped Kaden from coming like some teenage kid.
“Are you going to come for me, Brent?” he asked, desperate to see the sexy man fall apart in his arms.