by Jayne Rylon
“Of course. I never would have put you at risk if…” It was hard to think when Meep rededicated himself to sucking Kaige’s cock as if he were trying to drink the come straight out of Kaige’s balls.
Nova grabbed the edges of the leather cushion he sat on, crushing it in his grip as he wrestled his libido for the power to endure. It felt too good to let this end so quickly.
Roman chuckled from his perch on the peninsula portion of the sectional. “You’re doing a damn fine job, boy. Keep sucking. Harder. He likes it when you take him into your throat like that.”
Kaige let his head drop back, exposing his neck to the only men he trusted not to rip it out. He couldn’t watch anymore.
A hum buzzed the length of his dick, now fully embedded in Carver’s mouth. The guy began to swallow around him, undulating his tongue against the underside of Kaige’s shaft in a come-hither motion.
Engrossed in the pure ecstasy his friend delivered, Kaige didn’t register the clang caused by three people clomping up the metal stairway outside their apartment. Not until the door swung open and his sluggish mind belatedly processed the input.
“Honeys, we’re home!” Alanso shouted as he practically skipped inside after a day of plotting the ceremony that would seal his trio’s happily ever after. “Did you miss—?”
He cut off when he realized what they were up to inside.
“I guess that’s a no.” Eli London, the shop’s owner—their King Cobra—nearly bowled over his soon-to-be husband as he shoved them across the threshold.
Mustang Sally let out an oomph as she piled into Cobra, bringing up the rear. “What’s going on? Why’d you slam on the brakes?”
She peeked around her pair of guys and stutter-stepped. “Oh. Awesome.”
Then she was jogging toward them, sliding on her knees across the faux fur rug, ignoring the corner of the coffee table that jabbed her hip as she settled in for a front row seat.
“Want some help with that?” She rubbed Carver’s shoulders, maybe knowing from experience how uncomfortable it could be to attend to one of the guys. Not that Meep would complain or stop, but Kaige appreciated her assistance since his overriding lust made it difficult to ensure their friend’s experience remained positive.
The guarantee of comfort for their fellow Hot Rod was welcome, especially given his history. Nova hoped his wide smile conveyed what he couldn’t vocalize.
Carver pulled off with a slurp that left Kaige about to whimper and beg for more.
“Nah.” He slapped Kaige’s cock against his swollen lips as he reassured Sally. “If Super Nova doesn’t mind, I’d like to keep him to myself this time.”
Sally kissed Meep’s cheek. She slipped her hand up his nape and guided him back to Kaige’s rock-hard shaft. “Then get busy so I can taste you afterward instead.”
With the proper motivation, Carver worked double time. The guy slithered his tongue in patterns and places Kaige had never fathomed before. Meep skimmed Kaige’s frenulum and the piercing through it before drawing lightly on the ring.
Pressure there always had him toeing the edge in an instant.
It didn’t help that Eli and Alanso had joined Bryce and Holden on the couch, directly across from where Carver attempted to suck Kaige’s brains out. Cobra had already extracted his cock and helped Alanso do the same. The bald guy crashed against the cushions when his lover took possession of his hard-on and matched his rhythm to the one they all fell in step with—whether being jerked or blown.
“That’s it. You’re doing such a good job,” Sally purred to Carver even as she squeezed Kaige’s knee. Knowing she didn’t object and that she wasn’t repulsed by their demonstration of base arousal was the last push he needed.
His balls drew tight. He attempted to caution Carver. The warning wouldn’t form as anything more coherent than an endless stream of moans and sighs, which escaped his parted lips at the decadent treatment by his friend.
Sally helped him out. “He’s ready, Meep. Take him all the way. Swallow him. Drain him.”
Dirty talk did it for Kaige. Always had.
His fingers went from fisted in the cushion to splayed outward in rigid spikes that would put a porcupine to shame. Frozen, his entire body strained to the max.
He hung in midair for what seemed like forever.
Then his cock caught up with his brain. It flexed in time to the blasts of his come, which launched from his balls into Meep’s hungry mouth.
The man couldn’t quite keep up. A pearl of come appeared at the corner of his mouth before he reapplied himself to his mission.
Super Nova stayed true to his nickname, pouring himself down his friend’s throat in explosive bursts. He grabbed Carver’s arm and held on so he wouldn’t launch into orbit. Meanwhile, his other hand was sandwiched by Sally’s two smaller, softer ones. They anchored him tenderly as his world flew apart.
And when he thought he couldn’t spasm even one more time without dropping dead, Bryce and Holden joined him almost simultaneously. Pearly strands shot from their cocks and made a mess of their chiseled abs, not to mention their fingers. Roman was only a millisecond behind. He never took his eyes from the red ring of Carver’s lips, which surrounded Kaige’s still-pulsing cock, as he spilled his seed in an impressive arc.
Meep cared for Kaige, letting him down slowly. Only once Kaige had softened considerably did Carver surrender his grip and nuzzle Sally.
“How’s that?” He licked his lips as if he’d enjoyed the taste of Kaige’s come as much as the s’mores ice cream he stashed in the freezer for dessert—one scoop every night. The possibility had another droplet leaking from Super Nova’s tip. Quick to swipe his thumb over Kaige’s ultrasensitive head, Meep harvested that last bit as enthusiastically as he lapped melted dregs from his bowl when he thought no one was looking.
“Debt paid. In full.” Kaige gasped his praise. Then he ruffled the other Hot Rod’s already mussed hair before shoving him away. It was either that or start to get hard again. He wasn’t sure he was ready to declare so boldly that he’d loved his friend’s attention.
Late to the party, Eli and Alanso were warmed up enough to claim their lady.
“Come here, Sally,” Cobra ordered.
“But what about Meep?” She helped their friend rise onto the couch where he caught his breath and stretched his legs.
“I’ve got him.” Roman surprised them as he shooed Sally toward her lovers.
Eli and Alanso welcomed her between them. Quickly, they stripped off her cargo capris then bent her so that she could accept Eli’s long cock in her pussy. Without direction, she took Alanso in her mouth as if they’d been practicing sexual gymnastics forever.
A second round of lusty play began when Roman towered over Carver. Under the Hot Rods’ careful observation, his stony façade melted, leaving behind a lava-hot passion Kaige had never spied in their friend’s eyes before.
“Get those pants off. Now.” Barracuda didn’t mess around when he pointed at Meep’s ripped denim. Though the guy’s jutting cock made it tricky, he divested himself of the skinny jeans pretty damn quick. Mostly, anyway, though the pants hung from his ankle where he hadn’t quite kicked them free.
Kaige tried to recover enough to facilitate the process, but his muscles were completely liquefied.
Barracuda flashed his pearly-white teeth as he grabbed the leg of Carver’s jeans and yanked, stripping his roommate in a flash. He shoved his way between Meep’s thighs on the couch and ground their hips together.
The sticky mess Roman had made on his own belly transferred to Carver. “Did you see what you did to me? Can you feel it?”
“Uh.” Meep seemed dazed. “Yeah.”
“Next time it’ll be me that you drink.” Barracuda shocked them all by biting Carver’s neck hard enough to leave a mark.
Holy shit.
Meep shuddered beneath his friend, certainly not from pain.
“Now show me what you’ve got.” Roman lifted up enough to jam
his fist between them. He measured the length of Carver’s cock with uneven jerks. The purple tip poked from the top rung of Barracuda’s fingers before he reversed the gesture, his hand rising up to squeeze the head. He milked their friend like a pro.
Kaige supposed it wasn’t so different from masturbating, really.
Except it was.
Sally shattered the temporary stillness with a cry Kaige had come to recognize as an accompaniment to her orgasm. The clench of her pussy must have wrung a climax from Eli too. He roared as he filled her. The sight of their rapture lured Alanso into joining his forever partners.
“Are you pleased with what you’ve done? To them all, boy?” Roman showed no mercy as he pumped Carver faster and faster. “Give us the same satisfaction. Let us watch you come apart.”
The strained whine Meep surrendered had Kaige reaching out to surround the guy’s ankle with his closest hand. Why was Roman being so hard on him? Refusing to grant even a bit of kindness? And why did Carver seem to respond so earnestly to that mistreatment?
Did he like being bossed around? Or was he conditioned to react to authority from his days on the street?
As if the mean cant cracked Barracuda’s heart too—if the guy even had that organ beating in his cold chest—he leaned down and shocked them all. Carver especially, if his keening whimper could be entered as evidence.
Roman kissed Carver. Full on the mouth.
The instant their lips touched, Meep went wild. He twitched as if he were being jolted by a lightning bolt or a live wire as he sprayed his come across Barracuda’s torso. A particularly powerful spurt tagged Roman’s neck.
Kaige’s limp cock twitched at the demonstration of unadulterated lust.
How the hell had they kept that bottled inside?
Why had they?
He didn’t give a shit as long as it was out in the open now. Because no way could they shove it back into the shadows and pretend tonight had never happened.
Even if they’d wanted to, Eli would never allow it. Not after the pain he’d caused Alanso by doing the same, shrouding the bond between them until it had almost severed. They’d learned that lesson the hard way.
Relief—both physical and something less concrete—radiated through Kaige.
For the first time in months he felt rested.
Gradually, the guys became aware of their surroundings. They cleaned up and joked about the epic release they’d shared. Things were maybe a little weird, but less so than when they’d been lying to themselves about what their unusual bond really entailed.
Five minutes or so had passed when side conversations developed. Alanso and Sally shared the details they’d worked out about their commitment ceremony.
Eli surprised Kaige by crossing to sit next to him. He appreciated the company from the bossman since Roman and Carver seemed to be holding their own congress next door to Nova. Their link had always been tighter, and he didn’t want to intrude.
“I leave you alone for one fucking afternoon and look what happens.” Cobra slapped a hand on Kaige’s thigh and squeezed. “If I’d known that’s what would go down, I’d have done it weeks ago.”
Kaige huffed. “Hey, just claiming my winnings from the bet.”
“Whatever it takes, man.” Eli grinned before turning serious. “I hope you know how much I appreciate all your help lately. Here at home and in running the shop. Since this went down…”
“No problem.” He knocked his shoulder into King Cobra’s. “It’s about time you trusted me to back you up. Plus I’ve gotten a chance to put some of my ideas in place for the business.”
“I’ve always tr—”
Kaige waved him off. “I know. But you were too anal to let go until Alanso loosened that tight ass of yours.”
“I guess I can’t deny that.” Eli laughed. “But I’m a different guy now. So when I saw an opportunity today, I took it. You up for an early meeting in the morning?”
“Sure.” Opening the garage had become Kaige’s responsibility lately. He didn’t mind at all. “What’s going on?”
“The wedding planner…” Eli’s halting explanation tolled a warning bell in the base of Kaige’s spine. “She’s part of a consulting business with her sister. Ms. Brown was there too and gave me her card. I took one look and knew she could get us on track with the extra prospects we’re missing lately.”
“What?” Kaige glared at Cobra. “Nothing’s slipping through the cracks. I made sure of it.”
“That’s not what I mean, Super Nova.” Eli held his hands out, palms facing Kaige. “There’s a lot happening. I’m not sure we’re giving each opportunity our full attention like we should. Ms. Brown will help us make sure we capitalize on the new avenues opening for us. Let’s hear her out, okay? If she’s half as good at business management as her sister is at coordinating events, we’re going to be golden.”
“Did I fuck something up? Why wouldn’t you have the balls to tell me?” Kaige bolted to his feet, whipping his pants around his waist. Suddenly, having his junk dangling around this guy didn’t feel safe in the least.
How dare Cobra act like Kaige hadn’t spent weeks formulating a strategy for moving forward because he hadn’t been around to hear it mapped out?
“Huh?” Eli tilted his head slightly. “No. Shit, Nova. You’ve done great. I just thought we could use some help. I can tell you’re tired. All of us are. Ms. Brown really impressed me today. I bet she’ll be able to get things under control a bit. Maybe find some more efficient processes to ease the load on everybody.”
“And you didn’t even think about discussing this with me before you hired an outsider to come dip her fingers in my pie?” Kaige tried to stop the red tide washing over his vision.
It was too late.
He had to escape before he blew. Notorious for his temper, he’d tried desperately to tame the rage that sometimes overtook him.
Right now he was failing. Like he hadn’t in years. Refusing to give Cobra or the rest of the guys the satisfaction of seeing him flip his shit, Kaige stormed toward the door.
“What the fuck, Super Nova?” Eli started to rise. Alanso and Sally took his hands and kept him from following. They knew continuing down this road would only result in an assortment of black eyes between them.
“Let him cool off,” Mustang Sally counseled her man. To his credit, he actually listened.
Maybe he wasn’t a total dumbass after all. Maybe their deepening relationships had changed them each for the better.
But if that was true, maybe Kaige had dropped the ball.
Failing the Hot Rods was the last thing he wanted to do.
Sick and barefoot, he jogged down the spiky stairs and across the driveway, out of sight from their apartment, without a care for the rocks jabbing his soles or the pain radiating up his calves.
It took away from the bruises on his heart.
Damn them.
The hurt only enraged him further.
He’d sworn never to let anyone have the power to make him vulnerable again.
Too late.
Chapter Two
Kaige roared as he kicked a stack of bald tires waiting behind their storage shed to be recycled. He probably broke his bare toe. Certainly he screwed up Holden’s tidy arrangements. None of that mattered when rage consumed him. A red haze tinted his vision, and he imagined himself as one of the berserkers that had sprouted a branch of his family tree. His blond hair and blue eyes declared him part Viking at least, though he’d traded the war braids of his ancestors for dreadlocks.
Hauling back, he loosed another volley of roundhouses and punches on the unyielding rubber. Dissatisfied with his progress in destroying the neat columns, he hoisted one of the heavy rings and chucked it a solid fifteen feet. It smashed into a giant oak tree and bounced before rolling away in a wobbly path that made it look drunk off its ass. Barked profanity accompanied its flight.
None of his childish responses eased the sense of failure shredding his insides. It never
did. He should know by this point in his life that frothing at the mouth only transformed him into a younger version of his fanatical father.
Genetics were a bitch to combat.
Hell, he’d be thirty this year. Yet he still hadn’t tamed the beast inside him. The part of him he loathed. Worst of all, he got more steamed because this bullshit hissy fit had destroyed the calm following his killer orgasm. Sweaty sex was one of the few remedies he’d found to successfully leech his anger. His connection with the Hot Rods had been another.
Apparently not today. On either count.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” A curse accompanied each pummel of his fist, which clipped a valve stem on one of his passes through the late-afternoon shadows. They cast long blobs across this side of the property. Shit, that stung. Warm blood trickled over his knuckles, reminding him of days when fuckwad punks had given him something more satisfactory to beat. Like the bully—a fellow homeless teen—who had harassed him endlessly. The kid had finally filched the ratty box and newspaper bedding Kaige had slept in beneath the bridge he’d called home for a few years. It hadn’t been the first of his meager possessions the jerk had stolen rather than share, despite Kaige’s gracious offers.
It had been the last, though.
What he wouldn’t give for a good fight right now. Instead, he continued to mangle his fists on the inanimate objects he painted with a dozen different faces. Stopping and holding on the bastard he’d escaped. A piss-poor excuse for a sire. Because nearly freezing to death, starving, defending himself against pervs—not to mention older, crazier people than him on the street—and relying on the swish of endless cars flying across the highway overpass above his shelter to lull him to sleep had been better than hanging around in that damned house after his mother had “disappeared”.
Like every time he unleashed his animal side, he wanted nothing more than to pound the dickface, probably-murdering father who’d regularly behaved…exactly like Kaige was acting right now.
Shame slumped his shoulders. Steam poured off of him, wilting his entire frame.
