Unraveling Malcolm (Rebels and Nerds Book 2)

by R. Cayden

  And then I blinked and realized something wasn’t quite right.

  Why the hell are the lights on?

  Chapter Eleven

  Gunner

  Somehow, it had gotten very late, and we had gotten very naked.

  Whoops. My fault.

  Back downstairs, Malcolm was sprawled on the couch, and I was standing over him. Malcolm and I had spent so much time making out together and grinding upstairs, we’d actually forgotten whose turn it was in the game. Naturally, I’d taken the opportunity to get us totally undressed and to make Malcolm do a sexy dance for me.

  He was all hips, that guy.

  I wasn’t always a total top. I liked the idea of getting fucked into oblivion as much as the next guy. But I tended to go for older dudes who inevitably shot me down without another thought, and I still hadn’t done the Holy Grail of bottoming, meaning nothing more than a tongue and a couple of fingers had been inside of me.

  So bottoming wasn’t off my menu, but when it came to Malcolm, all I could think about was getting deep inside of him.

  Malcolm was a smart guy. He knew what he wanted, and he knew what he was doing. There was something so sexy about that. Malcolm and me, we could sense each other’s desires. I could smell them in the air between us and taste them on his lips when I bit down hard enough. That’s why he kept following me around and quivering when I touched him.

  He needed me. He needed a man who could draw him out of his shell and convince him to embrace the desires he never thought he would admit.

  I bent down, grabbing my jacket from the ground and fishing out a cigarette. I popped it between my lips and started feeling around for my lighter.

  “Truth or dare,” Malcolm said suddenly, curling his legs up to his chest.

  “What?” I said, grinning. “Are we still playing?” When he didn’t answer, I shrugged. “Okay, truth.”

  “Why do you smoke so many cigarettes?”

  I wrinkled my eyebrows. I had been smoking so long, I barely even thought about it any longer. “If my prince doesn’t like smoke, I’ll make sure to smoke outside,” I answered.

  He shrugged. “I mean, I don’t really mind. It doesn’t bother me.”

  I set the cigarette on the coffee table just the same. “I’ll save it for later, but don’t think for a second I’m quitting. I need my cigarette breaks at work.”

  Malcolm relaxed a little when I said it and let his legs back down to the couch. I still hadn’t reached out and touched his gorgeous cock, hard up against his abs. I hadn’t rubbed my palm against the soft hairs behind his balls or pushed my fingers inside his tight pucker. But with a storm raging, it seemed like it was finally time.

  “I think we might have to sleep here,” I said. “Until that storm passes.”

  He looked a little startled when I said it, then nodded to himself. “That’s okay, I guess. I don’t want to drive if it’s not safe out.”

  Then his cock twitched.

  Malcolm, Malcolm, Malcolm…

  I didn’t want to fuck him as a part of some game, though. I didn’t want to dare him to give himself over to me. I wanted to have him properly. I wanted to have him right there, stolen away from the world.

  Standing up, my cock was thick and hard, and as Malcolm watched, I pushed it down with a long stroke.

  “What do you say, Malcolm?” I asked. “You ready to get what you came here for?”

  He licked his lips while he stared at my cock, his eyelashes fluttering. “I think I’m ready,” he said. “But it’s been quite a while. I need to go slow.”

  I nodded, still stroking my cock down. “Slow is good.”

  “Have you had a lot… I mean, is this something…” Malcolm kept trailing off, searching for the right words.

  “I’ve been around,” I answered, growling the words a little. “I use condoms and get tested regularly, too.” I didn’t add that it had been a while for me, also, although in truth, I hadn’t hooked up with anyone since the start of the summer.

  I kept stroking my shaft slowly while I stared down at him, and Malcolm wiggled under my gaze. When I lowered my body down to the couch, he stretched his legs out. I placed my hands behind his knees, sliding him a little closer to me and hitching his legs in the air. His bubble butt was round and full, with a few downy hairs along the crack. As I kept stroking myself and staring, Malcolm trembled, and I saw how his balls were tugged close to his body.

  “Slow,” I whispered and lowered my face down to explore.

  I started by kissing the inside of Malcolm’s thighs, licking along his tender skin and making lazy circles with my tongue, closer and closer to his cock. Malcolm grabbed the backs of his knees, lifting his legs in the air and exposing himself to me. Every time my hand or my breath landed against his skin, he would shudder again, the pleasure of it like an electric shock straight to my core.

  Thunder crashed outside, and I kissed closer and closer to his pucker. Now that I had him where I wanted him, I fully intended to take my time and to drive him out of his mind with desire. I wanted him to wriggle and moan until the sun came up. I wanted to drive him to places he never imagined before and to do all the things he was scared to want to do.

  I wanted Malcolm to be mine, and I treated my guys right.

  I let out a long, hot breath along his crack, then lowered my lips, pushing my tongue between his cheeks. Malcolm groaned as my tongue found his pucker, swirling circles around the edges of his entrance. I pushed my hand up along the outside of his thigh and around until I found his balls, palming them and squeezing lightly. His hole twitched in response, and with a deep breath of his sweet scent, I pushed my tongue deeper.

  I was so used to quick blowjobs and anonymous fucks. It had been quite a while since I properly pleasured anyone. My cock got rock hard as my tongue went deeper, pushing inside of Malcolm and stretching his hole. His hands landed on the back of my head as he gasped, and with his fingers tangled in my hair, I pushed my tongue deeper.

  Lapping in and out, I worked my way into his hole. I gripped up along the bottom of his shaft with one hand, using the other to stroke my own length and rub a thumb along my slit.

  We were both dripping wet.

  Malcolm jerked his hips up. He started riding my mouth, one leg flung over my shoulder as his groans grew louder and he rocked his hips into my rhythm. The more I pleasured him, the more he was able to give himself over to that pleasure. I gave him one full stroke up the length of his cock, and then my tongue pushed further toward his prostate, and his hips fell back against the length of the couch.

  He tasted so good, so clean and sweet, I wanted to bury my tongue inside of him for the rest of the night, but I had to pull my lips back and gasp for air. My heart was pounding. Beneath me, Malcolm’s face looked tortured, with sweat pouring down his neck.

  “Gosh,” he whispered, the word surprising and dirty on his lips.

  I gave my cock a few long strokes. “You like that?”

  He took his glasses off, then rubbed his palm over his face. “Damn,” he whispered again.

  I grinned, feeling really proud of myself for the noises I had gotten him to make. “We’re just getting started, my prince.”

  Malcolm moaned again, then pulled his glasses back on. In an instant, the forest outside lit up with a flash of bright light, and the roaring thunder made the windows shake in their frames. I turned to look out the window and was rewarded with a second round of crashing thunder and lightning.

  “Oh gosh! Oh gosh!” Malcolm said suddenly, grabbing my arm tight.

  “It’s just lightning, babe,” I said, smiling at him.

  But Malcolm kept shaking his head quickly, his lip trembling. “No, it’s not that. I think I saw someone on the porch.”

  I spun around, peering out the window, but it was pitch black outside again, and I could only hear the steady beat of the rain and the wind. “It was probably just a tree or something.”

  Malcolm grabbed his shirt, covering himself awkwardl
y as he sat up on the couch. “No, I swear to god. There was some guy standing right here,” he whispered, grabbing my arm.

  I took his hand, squeezing tight so he knew he was okay. “Don’t you worry,” I said, “because even if there is someone there, I’m not scared of some creep in the rain.” I grabbed my boxers, tugging them on as I rose to my feet. “I’ll just grab a knife from the kitchen and go take a look outside so that you know we’re safe.”

  Malcolm reached out and grabbed my hand again, pulling me closer. “I’m scared for you to leave me,” he whispered. “Damn it, I knew this was a bad idea. What if it’s the owner? Or worse, what if it’s not the owner? What if it’s some serial killer or something?”

  I shook my head quickly. “I’m sure it was your imagination,” I said again, although the more he looked terrified, the more I was starting to doubt myself. “And trust me, I can take any man out of there.” I cracked my knuckles. “If there is some guy, I’ll wipe the floor with him.”

  Lightning crashed again, and another roar of thunder cracked through the house. When it passed, a deep voice broke through the silence.

  “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Maddox

  Whoever those two cuties were, one thing was damn certain—they had guts.

  Standing on the porch with rain pounding down, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. They must have been looking for a cheap thrill, an easy way to get their rocks off. And I couldn’t deny it was pretty clever to break into some empty vacation home. They’d probably helped themselves to my booze, dirtied up my sheets, and shoved their noses in every corner of my business. And now, with one guy burying his face in the other guy’s ass, they clearly had every intention of making the most out of this stormy night.

  I’d almost be impressed, except for the fact that they had chosen my home to break into.

  Watching them writhe and wriggle against my leather couch, I got more than a little bit turned on. They both looked to be in their mid-twenties, with the tattooed guy flexing his muscles while his friend’s glasses bounced around his face all lopsided. The tattooed guy took control, driving their pleasure with every thrust and moan. Hitching his legs in the air, the guy in the glasses looked so vulnerable and needy—it made me want to jump in and join, putting them both in their place and taking their risky date to the next level.

  They were like a reward, spread out and waiting after my long trip on the road. But however enticing they were to me, the two guys getting hot and heavy on my couch had no idea who I was.

  I set my helmet down on the porch, then snuck my way to the back entrance, opening the door carefully and creeping my way into the shadows behind them.

  Time to have a little fun.

  The guy in his glasses must have spotted me out there because by the time I got back inside, he was clearly shaken and nervous, awkwardly trying to cover his pulsing erection with a shirt. His friend was strutting his stuff, promising to investigate and take out any intruder he found.

  Yeah, right. At forty years old, I could tell the difference between cocky bluster and a serious threat. This guy might have thought he’s something special, but I could see right through him.

  “If there is some guy, I’ll wipe the floor with him,” he said, tugging on a pair of boxer shorts and glancing back toward the front window.

  “I won’t be so sure of that,” I interrupted, stepping forward and into the light.

  The guy in the glasses reacted first, yelping loudly and then tumbling to the ground in a panic. His boyfriend spun around to face me, his mouth falling open as he sputtered for words. “What the hell!” he finally managed, his hands clenching into fists. “What are you looking at, pervert?”

  His friend jumped up beside him, now slightly dressed in a pair of boxer briefs. He didn’t say a word but just stepped behind his friend, peering around his shoulder at me.

  I cracked my knuckles as I studied them. The fog of the road and the exhaustion of the bike ride were fading quickly. There was no way in hell I was going to send these two troublemakers out into that storm. Hell, it was almost certainly their truck parked at the gate, and with the branch blocking the road, they wouldn’t be able to safely leave that night even if they wanted to. It must have been late, well past midnight, but the thrill of finding these two delinquents waiting was waking me right up.

  I let out a growl. “You break into my house, and now you disrespect me by calling me a pervert?”

  The guy in the glasses whimpered, still clinging to his friend’s shoulders. “We didn’t mean anything,” he said. “We’ll get out of here right away. Just please don’t cause us any trouble.” He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “Damn it,” he whispered. “I told you this was a bad idea.”

  I took a couple of steps forward, and thunder crashed through the forests again. “What do you say?” I asked, pointing a finger directly at the tattooed guy. Still in a pair of short boxers, he had his arms crossed over his chest. I could tell he was trying to look tough, but with about fifty pounds of muscle and a solid three inches on him, that act probably wouldn’t last much longer.

  He scowled back at me, probably pissed I had interrupted his date. “Listen, buddy—”

  “I’m not your buddy,” I said, cutting him off.

  He sighed, his breath shaky in his chest. “Like my friend Malcolm here said,” he continued, “we’re not looking for trouble. We were just having a little fun on a rainy night. You want your little vacation home to yourself again? You want to pump your music and dick around with your guitar? Fine. We’ll get the hell out of here and leave you to it.”

  When he finished talking, he turned, snatching a shirt from the ground and pulling it on. His friend, suddenly exposed again, glanced around the floor. That’s when I spotted the pile of clothes crumpled at my feet, probably discarded in the heat of passion hours ago.

  I squatted down, lifting a pair of jeans in the air with one finger. “Looking for this?”

  “Those are Gunner’s,” Malcolm said quietly.

  Gunner stuck his hand out, but I just stood there, dangling the jeans. After a second, his face fell. I swooped up the rest of the clothes on the ground. “Do you really think I’m going to give these back so easy?” I asked.

  “Come on, dude,” Gunner said. “Just toss us our pants, and we’ll get out of here.”

  I headed over to the fridge, walking slow to prolong the tension in the air. Malcolm looked so anxious, I almost felt bad enough for him to drop the routine, but then I saw the way Gunner was glaring and fuming. No way I was letting him off that easy.

  I opened the fridge, pulling out a beer. I set their clothes on the counter while I opened it, taking a deep gulp and then sighing with satisfaction. That’s when I noticed the smell in the air.

  I stuck my nose up, sniffing a few times. “Were you smoking?”

  Gunner shook his head quickly. “No way, man.”

  I sniffed again, then spotted the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table. “Fuck,” I growled. “You were smoking in my house.” I had finally put my cigarettes down for good about a decade earlier, but I swore it had taken a solid year to get the smell out of everything. And then this prick came along, stinking the whole place up again. “Now you’ve really got it coming.”

  Malcolm gulped audibly. “He’s really sorry,” he managed to say.

  I shook my head, then pointed a finger at Gunner again. “Do you always have your boyfriend apologize for you?”

  “He’s not my boyfriend,” Gunner said defiantly.

  I held my hands in the air. “Well excuse me! And here I thought I was stepping into a very special honeymoon.”

  Malcolm kept shaking his head, still trying to hide behind Gunner’s body. “I never should have come here,” he said to himself. “Now I’m going to end up dead or in jail.”

  “Naw,” I interrupted, the fear on his face earning a little compassion. “No one’s going to die, and
there’s no way in hell I’m calling the cops. But that doesn’t mean I’m letting the two of you off easy. You break into my house and rub your dicks all over my couch, there needs to be consequences.”

  Gunner bent down, then snatched a pair of keys off the ground. Putting his hand on Malcolm’s shoulder, he turned away from me. “I’ve got some work clothes in the back of the truck. It’s not like he can force us to stay here.”

  I chuckled. “Yeah, it is like that,” I said.

  Gunner turned, his eyes blazing. “What are you going to do? Because you try to lay a hand on Malcolm, and I swear to god, I’ll knock you out so quick you won’t even know what happened!”

  I didn’t doubt he would try, although I was in no mood to fight some young punk in the middle of my living room. I thought about just letting them go and discover the branch in the path themselves, but from how hotheaded Gunner seemed, he’d probably get himself struck by lightning trying to haul it away. When they turned back toward the front door anyway, I slammed my bottle on the counter.

  “Stop right there,” I growled.

  Malcolm yelped again, and Gunner spun to face me, grimacing. “It’s going to be the tough way, then,” he said, clenching his fists by his side.

  “Fucking hell,” I muttered. “You’re lucky you remind me of myself at your age. Otherwise, I might actually throw you to the wolves.” I headed over to the living room closet, yanking it open and fumbling around inside. “You need to figure out when to keep your damn mouth shut. But no, you just keep giving me more excuses to beat your asses silly and toss you out in the rain.” I spun around, a sheet and a blanket bunched up in my hand.

  The guys blinked back at me, and the windows shook with the storm.

  “Are you getting us a blanket?” Malcolm asked, clearly confused.

  “I’ll tell you what I’ve been doing,” I said, turning toward the back porch. “I’ve been driving my damn motorcycle all over this country for two months. I’ve been steering my way through mountain roads, dreaming of getting home to some peace and quiet.” I opened the door to the porch, and wind shot through the house. “And now, even though I found a couple of lovebirds messing up my house, I’m damn well going to get it.”