Strong Signal (Cyberlove #1) (11 page)

“Spread your legs wider, Kai,” he whispered, as his tongue swiped his lower lip. “That’s it. That’s what I wanted to see. You wanna get that tight hole ready for me, don’t you?”

His voice was a hoarse whisper, and I felt it in every fucking bone in my body. I hadn’t even realized I was nodding until my hair fell into my eyes.

“Wet your fingers. Stretch yourself for me.”

“Yes,” I whispered to the screen, to Garrett’s lips, wishing we weren’t on opposite ends of the world.

“I can’t wait until I can fuck you. Hold you down and make you beg for my cock.”

Holy shit, Garrett had a mouth on him. My hole clenched and even though I rarely used toys, I might have to in my next video. Or maybe…I could do a scene just for him. The idea made me break out in a sweat.

On the screen, my moans grew louder, and I knew it was the moment when I’d been on the verge of coming.

“Yeah, Kai.” Garrett dipped his head low enough for me to take in his dark eyes and finger-grooved hair. “Say my name when you finish. I’ll be saying yours.”

My heart pounded in my chest, a steady
brump brump brump.
My gasps on the video told me I was coming, and Garrett was too. His fist was a blur on his cock, and my name dripped from his lips like honey.

His cum-splattered abs rose and fell as he caught his breath. I didn’t move either, and I didn’t think I was breathing, until he leaned forward. Garrett gazed right into the camera, but didn’t say a word, just stared intently. I swore he could see me, sitting on my desk chair, hard as a rock, red-faced and filled with so much want, I was brimming with it.

My screen went black.

I finally exhaled, but it was rough. I didn’t know how to process that video. This was something personal he’d done
for
me, listening
to
me. Sure, I’d made one for him, but he didn’t know it’d been brand new, and I was a pro. Kind of. So Garrett doing this for me…God, the idea hit me in the chest like a bullet. This was getting real and big, and I wasn’t sure how in the world I was going to handle it when he came home. When he was close. When he’d suggest meeting.

Fuck, never mind. I couldn’t think about that. For now, he was online, just like every other part of my life. Right? That’s what I told myself, even though my mind was screaming at me that I was lying.

Whatever.

I ignored my aching dick and hit reply.

April

Garrett

I returned to the vehicle bay in an amazing mood. My idea involved taking our long-distance sex to another level, and I was nervous but mostly horny in advance. The video he’d recently made for me had firmly planted the idea in my head.

He’d been so amazing. And had definitely done a steady escalation of events.

The video had started with him slicking up a dildo. He’d sucked it while staring at the camera, then he’d lubed it and his ass up. Watching him finger himself had had me eagerly panting like a dog in heat. I’d already been close to coming by the time he’d started fucking himself. He’d started slow before going hard. So goddamn hard. The sound of it sliding in and hitting against his skin had caused me to tremble, and I’d been moaning with him by the time I assumed he’d started nailing his sweet spot. He’d said my name as he came, and my insides had become molten.

I couldn’t wait for him to whisper it in my ear while I was balls deep inside of him.

“Wakey wakey, Reid.”

I’d been leaning over the hood of an MRAP, staring into space instead of propping it open, but I stood up straight when Costigan’s voice filled my ear. He snaked a hand around my hip and grabbed my balls.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

“Move your hand before I crack your head open.”

He bumped his crotch against my ass. My eyes flicked around, seeking other people in the vicinity, but we were alone.

“Aw, come on, Reid. You’ve been playing hard to get but I know you want it. I miss the way you used to moan for me like a good little slut.”

Sucking in a breath, I tried to calm the anger coursing through me.

“What can I do for you, Costigan?”

“Get on your hands and knees like a good bitch, and let me cream pie that hole.”

My lip curled. “Been staying up late with Pornhub again?”

“What else can I do without a base bitch to ride my cock?”

I slammed my elbow into the center of his chest. He released an
oof
and backed away.

“You need to stop getting your feelings hurt so easy, Reid.” Costigan rubbed the center of his check, glaring at me through his stupid aviators. “I might start to lose patience with this bullshit attitude of yours.”

“I’m not sure what you’re expecting from me. Or why I should care.”

“Bro—I was just messing around about Ramirez, and you took it to your head. If you’re a fucking queer in your own life, that’s your own business. I just want to fill that hole.”

The steadily building rage was very close to hitting a peak. “You must think you’re something special to believe you’re getting a piece of me while talking all that bullshit.”

“I know I’m something special, sweetheart.” His accent made it sound more like
sweethawt.
“And I’m a pretty prime cut for you to be turning down. You think you can do better?”

“I already have better than some Jersey Shore reject who thinks I’m going to spread my asscheeks just because he’s desperate and isolated on this shit base.”

Costigan’s eyes narrowed to slits. “You fucking someone else? Who?”

“Someone who isn’t human garbage. And someone who isn’t in denial about also being into guys. At first I pegged you for straight, but now I’m not so sure.” I looked him up and down. “I think you’re just too much of a punk to admit you love cock. You probably want to be dicked out and breeded yourself.”

His hands balled at his sides, and his back went rigid. “Just because I’ll jizz in you doesn’t mean I’m gay. Tight holes are in short supply, and I heard you don’t mind getting passed around by a couple of guys.”

Awesome. Not only were they talking shit about me being gay, but apparently they’d also turned me into the base slut. It hit my hard limit and I responded by cocking my fist back and slamming it into his face. The Captain America-looking bastard barely flinched, but I sure as hell did when he came back at me with a two-punch combo that had me on my ass and the back of my head slamming into the bumper of the MRAP.

“Shit!” Costigan dropped to his knees beside me. “You okay, man?” When I didn’t respond, he swore under his breath and eased me into a prone position on the floor with his hands bracing my face. “Reid, say something, you motherfucker.”

I blinked several times to rid myself of the stunned feeling. Once my vision cleared, I managed to sneer at the proximity of his face.

“Fuck off.”

Costigan released a relieved breath. “Jesus. You went down like a ton of bricks. Glass fucking jaw.”

Smacking away his hand, I pushed myself into a sitting position. “I don’t have a glass jaw, you stupid asshole. My head slammed into the bumper.”

“Yeah, sure.” Costigan patted my chin. It was a struggle to not lash out again. “Look, this is bullshit. We should be banging not fighting. I don’t know why you’re being such a stubborn bitch about this.”

“Because—” I smacked his hand again. “I. Don’t. Want. You. Now get the fuck away from me and let me finish my work with my concussion.”

“You don’t have no concussion, Reid. Don’t be a drama queen.”

He was probably right, but I was pissed off that he’d fucked up my world with a couple of hits. I didn’t leave the base a lot, but I could totally hold my own in a fight. Always had. Maybe he was on steroids.

“I know I come off like an ass,” he said. “But I just liked kicking it with you, bud.”

“Then you shouldn’t have let protectiveness of your fragile masculinity turn you into a giant douchebag. Just because I’m gay it doesn’t mean I want you to be my boyfriend. I primarily just want you to go fuck off somewhere in a hole and never come out.”

Costigan’s eyes narrowed. “Screw you, Reid. I hope you get gangbanged while concussed.”

“Yeah, me too. You’re not invited.”

He flipped me off and turned on his heel, storming away. Good riddance.

With a bruised face, and equally battered ego, I’d have to somehow get into the right frame of mind to Skype Kai later on. At least one thing was certain—he could always improve my mood.

Garrett

My jaw and cheekbone were swelling pretty good by the time I got back to my tent, but I texted Kai anyway.

Perfect.

I cleaned up as best I could, stripped off my sweaty gear and stayed in nothing but my underwear, and tried to fix my hair. It was a lost cause with as wild as it was growing out. The only patience I had for trimming hair was spent on my beard. And there was absolutely nothing I could do about the blossoming splotch of purple on my face.

By the time we were connected on Skype, and I got a strong enough signal for his image to stabilize, my stomach was tightening with excitement. Costigan was already forgotten.

“What happened to your face?” Kai immediately exclaimed. “Did you—”

“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m fine. No big deal. It was an accident.”

Kai’s expression grew suspicious. “An accident,” he repeated. “It looks like someone punched you.”

“Well, someone did, but it’s not a big deal.”

“Who?” Kai sat up straight, overprotective and absolutely gorgeous as his silky dark hair fell over one of his eyes. “That bastard you were messing around with? The one who’s defaulted to homophobe?”

“That’s the one.” I really didn’t want to talk about Costigan. “But it’s fine, babe. We’re good now. We have an understanding.”

Kai’s lips pursed. It was amazing how easily he saw through my attempts to brush the incident aside.

“Tell me what happened or I’m going to be really upset. If I showed up looking like that you’d be furious, and you know it.”

I’d have been screaming and punching things already. “Fine.” I recounted the story and made sure to tell him I’d thrown the first punch. “It’s not a bunch of guys beating me with pillowcases full of hard soap or anything, Kai. It was just a disagreement, and now we know where we stand.”

“Uh huh.” He’d hunched forward again. “But what if he tells other people and they gang up on you?”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.” My chest puffed out a bit at his skeptical look. “Look, the truck was behind me and I wasn’t on my guard enough. If I hadn’t been in some blind rage—”

“I’m not doubting your prowess, Garrett. If you couldn’t handle yourself you wouldn’t be there.” Kai released a loud exhale. “It just sucks because I can’t do anything to help you while you’re dealing with gross homophobes. And if something happens, I wouldn’t even know.” He bit his lip and glanced away for a minute, his chest heaving with a deep breath.

“Hey,” I said, drawing his attention again. “It’s the same for me. How do you think I feel when those creeps in Chat get at you?”

“Yes, but they can’t reach me. I’m safe with a screen between us,” Kai said sharply. “Why do you think I spend so much time online?”

He was right. I knew he was right. But there was something about how he said those words that got under my skin. Did he feel that way about the kinder people in Chat? The ones who had become friends? Did he feel that way about
me?
The questions popped into my mind one at a time until I couldn’t think of anything else. “Gotcha.”