“You just saved me. You sent the Carrillos to help, and gave up part of your territory, if I can guess on why they helped.”
Daniel shook his head and scoffed, “I thought you had more faith in me. I pledged loyalty to their family, like my father did before me, offering up our services when they need to deal with the middle of the country. They are partners of ours, Tommy.”
“Still, it was you and Javi that set it up to save us.”
“Tommy, take the fucking gift.”
The frustration was mounting as he looked around the place again, wanting it so badly, he could taste it. His own home, it was a miracle, and yet he couldn’t take it. “Diego loves his house. You notice he never offered to move in with me all those months he tried to get me to his house.”
“Yeah, he’s going to leave his nice big house to move into that tiny apartment. Not likely.”
Tommy grinned at that, and admitted, “Okay, you got me there.”
They made their way to the car and sat there without moving while Tommy stared at the house.
“Listen, you would have time to ease them into it. It’ll take a while to close. There are inspections, all that. Start gently.”
“I don’t know…”
Daniel was getting frustrated with him and he huffed, “Then make them! You have as much say as either of them!”
Tommy turned to him, feeling as if he had to explain some things. “I’m the last one of the three of us that would be demanding anything, Daniel. I’m…they’re…”
“Don’t you think I get that? What you might not realize is that Javi and me, we have a…special kind of relationship. I’m more…dominant.”
Tommy felt his face heating as he confided, “I know, Daniel. You forget I lived with you guys at the start of your relationship. Believe me, I get it. And what you don’t get is that me and Javi…we have that in common, if you know what I mean.”
“Then you should get your way! In a BDSM relationship, the submissive has all the true power. He or she can safeword and everything stops, no matter what the dominant wants. Safeword! Demand that you all move into this place, that can be all of yours, then all your trepidation goes out the window about getting thrown out on your ass.”
“We don’t have a traditional thing going like that. I’m not like tied up and whipped or anything, Daniel. We don’t use safewords because we don’t need them. If I don’t want something, I just tell them, which I never have because they don’t hurt me or anything.”
“Keeping you from being happy is hurting you, Tommy. This house makes you happy, and if they’d deny you that security and happiness, then you have a problem. Take the time to talk to them, before you tell them about the house. If they hate it, sell it and find one that you all would like, but you need to demand your say in things now. Do you seriously think Javi has no say in our relationship? He’s my papi, I defer to him when things count.”
Tommy looked at the house again, loving it more each time he did. “I can try. But I want you to take half my salary for it. I don’t want charity.”
“That’s fine, as long as you know I’m going to double your salary.”
“You’re fucking stubborn.”
“Javi would agree.”
Chapter Twenty
Diego opened the door to Gary and felt his entire body heating at the sight of him. He had that cocky smile, barely visible behind all the scruff, and lascivious look in his eye like he came for more than a casual visit. “Hey.”
“I thought I’d come see your place and…you. Mind if I come in?”
Diego realized he was blocking the door while willing his dick not to harden at the mere sight of the man. Jumping, he laughed nervously and stepped to the side. “Sorry, yes, of course, come in.”
Gary stepped over the threshold and looked around the foyer, which Diego had kept simple, a nice Persian rug and small table to hold the flowers he usually held in the white vase that now sat empty.
The stairs were off to the left, and the parlor to the right, so Diego motioned for Gary to head there, and he did, throwing him a snarky smile.
“Where’s Tommy?”
“I don’t know,” he said as he sat on the low-backed gray sofa. “He and Daniel have been gone all day.”
“Strange. Javi didn’t know?”
“I didn’t ask. It’s none of my business. That’s his job, to follow Daniel around.”
Diego felt stupid, but he shook that off, offering, “I just opened a bottle of wine in the kitchen. Would you like some?”
“I’m not big on wine. How about some tequila?”
Diego rose and held out his hand. “I happen to have bought a brand-new bottle today. Blue agave, smooth, if I remember correctly.”
Gary rose and moved into him, kissing him seductively. “You remember.”
Diego forgot all about the wine and tequila as he melted into the second passionate kiss, letting Gary take the lead in it, as he seemed to need. When he pulled away, the smug look in his eye told Diego he’d done right. When it was over, he asked, “Better?”
“Better! Now, tequila.”
They laughed on the way down the hall, Diego leading the way to the kitchen that was in the back of the house.
The windows behind the breakfast nook had light pouring in from the late afternoon, and the wine cork was leaving a shadow across the black counter.
“This is a nice kitchen.”
The white cabinets and black counters were the perfect contrast for him. “It took me forever to get this remodeled, but now, it seems like I wasted my time.”
“Doing something you want to do is never a waste of time. Don’t give up on him yet, Diego. He may come around to want to live here. Shit, I might too.”
“You? A fancy Victorian doesn’t seem like your style.”
He watched Gary take the tequila he poured into a shot glass and walked around the kitchen while holding it. “I was never a guy to be in a relationship too, but now I am. I guess I’m expanding my horizons.”
He wore a denim jacket, though the weather was warm, and his jeans were just tight enough to show his fine ass. An ass that he’d had the great pleasure of fucking and would like to again. That, however, wasn’t what Gary wanted on that day, Diego was sure. He’d come to turn the tables.
Diego would give in, but not without a challenge. He knew Gary was in need of a challenge. “I’m glad you came over, Gary. We need to get to know one another before we can consider anything moving forward.”
“I didn’t come to talk, Diego, and I think you know that.”
His dick was pulsing so hard in his pants that he was sure Gary could feel it across the room. Being behind the counter from him helped, at least he couldn’t readily gaze down and see what he was doing.
“Oh? Do I?”
Gary turned back to him, downed the shot and let his eyes light before growling, “Yeah, you do. You’re a smart man.”
He came to stand across the counter from him, setting down the glass and holding Diego in his gaze. Using his own trick against him. Nice. “What is it you want, then?”
“I’m going to fuck the hell out of you. I’m going to stick my dick in you and make you take it. If that’s not what you want, then tell me now, and I’ll go.”
Diego felt the shaking in his hand as he reached for the much needed drink of wine, so he hid his hand under the counter as well, never breaking eye contact with Gary. He was waiting for Diego to slip, give him nerves or indecision. Diego wouldn’t allow him that.
“I don’t want you to go, Gary, but it sounds to me like you want what you can’t have. Do you think, because I fucked you and dominated you, that we’re just turning the tables now? That I’ll become some switch for you? Tommy should be enough for you to dominate.”
“And yet he’s not enough for you to do the same?”
Taking over Gary’s body and will had been one of the biggest turn-ons in his life. A man like that, big, bruising and beautiful giving himself to Die
go, it epitomized everything dominant inside him.
On the other hand, being handled by him would be every bit as erotic, but he’d seen the man’s dick, and he was a top, bottoming very rarely, as Gary did. It would hurt.
Gary started coming around the counter, and soon all the things Diego had been hiding would be revealed. But, as Gary came around, his eyes never moved from Diego’s, each step bringing him closer to Diego’s personal space, then completely invading it, his face only an inch or two from Diego’s. “All those days in Mexico, you fucked me four times. Tommy’s poor ass must have felt like hamburger after the two of us kept taking turns on him for over two weeks. Yours, though, it stayed like a blushing virgin. Not really fair now, is it?”
“I guess it may not seem to be, no.”
“I want to fuck you. Do. You. Trust. Me?”
Using his tactics against him was one thing, but his own words? Gary obviously didn’t play fair, but then again, he didn’t either. “Of course, I trust you, Gary. I’m in love with you.”
Gary reached for him, and Diego was frozen to stop him, and he was pulled in for a kiss that made the two in the parlor seem like chaste pecks.
Gary gnashed and bit as his lips, and his shaking worsened, continuing through his body in the most sublime way.
While he was holding Diego’s head still, his other hand was unbuttoning Diego’s jeans so he could shove a hand down and grip his cock painfully hard.
That woke him out of his hypnosis enough to back off from the kiss and demand, “Watch it, Gary. I’ll turn this around on you if you’re not careful and this time, I won’t be so nice.”
“Fucking try it.”
All the aggression they’d felt for one another when they first met hadn’t been alleviated so much as it was placed right in the center of the passion they evolved to have. Diego thought this before, but it was painfully obvious then.
His mind and body were at odds, wanting Gary desperately to fuck him, but unwilling to take a submissive role. The only thing he could do was fight it, keep the upper hand while letting Gary connect with him in the way they both needed.
Gary was bigger than him in height and weight, so it was easy for him to pin Diego over the counter before he started rubbing his contained erection on Diego’s ass. “Gonne feel so nice inside you. I can tell.”
Fuck, he couldn’t find words to counter that, couldn’t think! Diego lived by his wits and his mind, and Gary was securely scrambling both.
Diego held in all the sounds of his passion that were pushing up from his lungs to come out and echo in the room, at one point biting his lips closed. His pants were yanked from his hips and he scraped his nails down the smooth counters, gaining so resistance to help him hold on while Gary started roughly exploring his ass.
He heard Gary spit, felt it on the top of his crease and he closed his eyes, knowing he would soon be invaded by calloused fingers. He wanted it, suddenly, more than he wanted anything in the world, but his rational self, the one that wasn’t overcome with intense sexual need, was knocking on his head, reminding him to fight.
Pitifully, he tried reason. “We should take this in the bedroom.”
Gary simply laughed evilly, hushing him and saying, “I like it here just fine.”
Diego groaned and pled, “Gary, I haven’t been fucked in years!”
“Neither had I, remember?”
There was no reasoning with the man, he should have known, so he tried to move up, stand, but Gary kept him pinned. He knew all he’d have to do was to seriously tell Gary he wasn’t into it, but he was. He was more into it than he’d ever thought he could be. Gary brought things out in him that made no sense, and he enjoyed it and hated it more every day.
It was the pinnacle of passion.
Prodding at his hole with no finesse whatsoever, Gary managed to get a finger halfway to the knuckle inside, and it felt like fire was trying to burn him from the ass out.
“At least let me go get some lube!”
Gary just laughed and back away from him for a minute, letting Diego get up, thinking he was being allowed to catch his breath and get away, but Gary was back quickly, pushing him back onto the counter, and Diego felt a drizzle of something over his crease and then the smell came to him.
“Olive oil? Really? Are you fucking kidding me, Gary?”
A finger was pushed inside him to the knuckle and Gary then bent over him as Diego lay breathless. “Relax.”
“That’s not easy in this position.”
He laughed again, his laughter something between maniacal and joyful. Gary reached to the side of him, grabbing the bottle of tequila, taking a swig before slamming it back down and the smell of the olive oil was gone. In its place, the scent of Tequila on Gary’s breath surrounded him, lulling him until another finger was inserted alongside the first.
His head came off the counter and he let out a wail, getting his neck sucked on while Gary soothed, “That’s it, baby, take it for me. That’s nothing compared to my dick.”
Diego sucked in a breath and got his hands on the edge of the counter, using all his strength to push himself up, flipping as soon as he was halfway to standing, facing Gary as the fingers pulled from his ass. “You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want in my ass, Gary. I’m not that easy.”
“Oh, you’ve got some hurt coming, sweetheart.”
****
Tommy left work a little early, but Javi and Daniel were already giving each other the eye, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to guard a naked and in the middle of fucking body, so he escaped before he was stuck in the middle of their fun.
Gary was nowhere around, so he thought to head over to Diego’s, missing his partners fiercely. He thought he may talk to them about the house Daniel was offering, at least feel them out about the possibility, so he could better make up his mind.
Then he got to Diego’s and saw the truck Gary was using there, parked crookedly in the drive. In his chest, there was a pang that he didn’t recognize, so it could be easily ignored. He went to the front door, ready to knock, but before he could, he heard some noise.
Glass breaking. That sound from his past, a break-in, so he went back to his car and got the gun from his lockbox under the seat.
If someone were breaking into Diego’s house, he could call the cops, but being part of the Montello family, they liked to keep their problems in-house. Around to the side, where he could look to see if a window had gotten broken, he got to the window of the parlor, and that’s when he stuffed the gun into the back of his pants.
It was no burglar, no one breaking in to steal anything. It was Diego and Gary, throwing each other around the room, half dressed, snarling, growling lions ready to kill each other or fuck. Maybe a little of both.
Diego was shiny, like he had oil covering him, and that made it easy for Gary to lose him once he tried to grab his arm. The smile on Gary’s face was purely lust driven, and Diego had one just like it. That was a first, to see Diego enjoy a row like that.
As he watched, he was grappling between being more turned on than he ever remembered being, to pissed off he wasn’t there with them. It was crazy, of course, they were partners, and they had every right to be together, but it was the first time either of the men that he’d loved first were together without him. It stung.
Diego moved around some, but Gary did get the upper hand, throwing him over the low-back of the couch and then he bent over him, saying something to him that Tommy couldn’t hear, but he could imagine. His dick pulsed in his pants, the jealousy secondary to how hot he was getting at the sight of the two bulls, charging each other and fighting to the death.
Realizing he was living up to his name, peeping Tom, he backed away from the window and headed back to his car. Once inside, he smiled, deciding on the spot what to do.
****
The cock was entering him, like it or not, and he knew, no matter the pain, he wanted it. Gary held him down hard, there was no way to fight away from him
again, and the head pierced him, pushing through his ring with a nasty, horrific burn, and he grunted through it, scared enough to scream on how painful taking the rest of Gary’s monster would be.
Then Gary surprised him as he held him to the couch, and a soft kissed was laid on the side of his neck. “Take it for me. I’m not going to hurt you more than I have to, to get inside.”
Some of his fear lessened and he nodded against the cushion. “Okay. Okay. I can take it, Gary.”
“Good. And remember that I’ve fallen crazy in love with you.”
He felt his eyes well with more tears, though the new ones weren’t from pain and struggle. The words, words he didn’t have to give, were absorbed into him and warmed him, taking much of the pain he was already feeling.
“Love you, babe.”
Gary continued to push inside him, and he was stretched to the max, gritting his teeth and gripping the edge of the cushions to help to keep him from pulling away and running from the pain.
Gary was good to his word, and didn’t push too fast or harshly, but he didn’t slow so much that it would stretch out the pain he felt. A good lover, shit, he’d known that from watching Gary and Tom, and from making love to him in Mexico.
When it was time, however, the gentleness stopped. After bottoming out inside of Diego, he let him adjust for a long time, breathing in his ear, biting at the lobe and asking for assurances that he was okay. Once that was over, he started on Diego like a jackhammer, fucking the hell right out of him as he screamed on the cushion, leaving his saliva there, bearing down to take every fucking thrust.
Diego wasn’t a fragile flower, and if he was going to get fucked, it had better be done right. And Gary sure as hell knew how to fuck a big man like himself. Holding Diego down with one hand on the high part of his back, the other had a nice, stiff grip on his hip and he used that to bring Diego back to him, meeting those hellacious thrusts of those monster hips. Like he was trying to fuck Diego right through the couch, Gary didn’t stop, didn’t slow until he was yelling for Diego to come, and come hard.
Tug of War (Legacy Book 5) Page 17
