Brothers in Arms Read Online Free PDF Page B

pulling back slightly to whisper against Jonah’s lips, “I didn’t ask and I’m not going to tell. Ever.”
    Jonah nodded his understanding. Despite Don’t-Ask-Don’t-Tell, they served and they served with pride. He’d been here a few times before but always with other enlisted men, never with an officer. Still, he’d trusted Kellan with his life during combat; he knew he could trust him with this.
    He brought his mouth back to Kellan’s and pushed deep. Jonah was already in love with the way Kellan kissed: open, aggressive, and not stingy with his tongue.
    Kellan made an impatient sound into Jonah’s mouth. Reluctantly, he let him go again.
    “My bedroom’s down the hall,” he whispered. “I’ve got supplies.”
    Apprehension slithered its way into Jonah’s gut. He had no idea what Kellan wanted or expected. He realized he had no choice but to step off the cliff. “Supplies for me to fuck you?”
    “Oh, yeah,” Kellan replied with a wicked chuckle. Jonah’s relief was intense, and it cleared the way for a fresh rush of lust.
    Kellan grabbed Jonah by the belt buckle and led him down a short hallway to a spartan bedroom. A part of Jonah realized Kellan had probably always considered his stay in California temporary, transitional, or even transitory. He pushed those thoughts away. He had Kellan right here, for now.
    Jonah tugged Kellan’s T-shirt up his chest and over his head. Kellan reached for Jonah’s shirt, but it grew tangled when Jonah wouldn’t lift his arms. He couldn’t bring himself to stop running his palms over the warm skin of Kellan’s chest, the firm muscles of his naked back.
    “Off,” Kellan said impatiently into Jonah’s mouth.
    Jonah finally capitulated, lifting his arms so Kellan could remove his T-shirt and toss it aside negligently. As soon as his own chest and belly met with the warm skin of Kellan’s, he wondered why he’d resisted stripping for even a moment.
    With a firm shove to Kellan’s chest, Jonah sent him pitching back onto the bed. Before Kellan could recover, Jonah knelt between his open knees and reached for his belt. He was going to fuck Kellan, but first he was going to suck his cock and get him all revved up. Then he was going to lick him so he relaxed and opened right up.
    Kellan eagerly lifted his hips so Jonah could slide his jeans over them. Jonah paused to admire Kellan’s firm chest and his defined abs before he finally looked down at his prize. Kellan’s cock was already hard, dark and dusky in color. Jonah’s jaw ached with his desire to wrap his mouth around it. His own cock pressed painfully against the fly of his jeans at the thought.
    “This isn’t how I pictured it,” Kellan said with a breathless laugh.
    Jonah glanced up and saw Kellan flush darker, as if his own words embarrassed him. “What did you picture?” Jonah asked, swiping his tongue along one of Kellan’s firm, pink nipples and receiving a gasp as his reward.
    “I always pictured getting on my knees in front of you,” Kellan said, voice pitched low and rough.
    Jonah felt Kellan’s hand on the back of his head, pressing him closer as he shifted and grazed his teeth over the other nipple. “Been thinking about that for a while?” he asked, kissing his way down Kellan’s belly and feeling the muscles clench beneath his tongue. Jonah tried to ignore the fact Kellan’s answer mattered.
    “When we were introduced, I thought I’d been kicked in the gut, I wanted you so bad.”
    Jonah had had no idea. His ego was pretty fucking ecstatic at the news. They’d talk about all this later, but right now he was going to suck Kellan’s dick. “Later,” he promised, lowering his head. “I’ll let you get on your knees for me later.” Jonah was looking forward to it.
    Kellan bit back a strangled cry when Jonah slid his lips over the head of his cock. He sucked hard and swirled his tongue around it before pushing his mouth farther down the shaft. Kellan’s hand on his head