by CJ Bishop
“Oh my God,” Angel groaned and laughed. “For a former straight boy, Gavin sure knows how to get a guy hot and horny.” He leaned around Angel and squeezed Clint’s arm. “Thank you for sending him our way.” He drew back and shook his head. “I can’t believe that beauty was ever wasted on the nasty Blue Grotto joint.”
On the far side of Clint, Cochise and Kane had been sitting quietly. At the mention of the Grotto, Cochise grunted. “Fucking pig sty. Makes you want to bathe in acid after walking through that shithole.”
“Never been in there,” Angel grimaced. “Don’t plan to visit.” The others agreed.
“Who’s watching Jules?” Dane asked Adrian.
“Savannah and Maddy.” He smiled. “I’m pretty sure Savannah is making plans to steal him away and keep him.”
“I wouldn’t doubt it,” Dane laughed.
Clint emptied his glass and looked at Adrian. “Have you heard anything from your brother?”
“No,” Adrian sobered. “I want to believe he’ll just give up and forget about us, but he isn’t one for letting things go.”
“Are you?” Clint stared at him. “He caused your sister’s death. Are you going to let him walk away from that? Him or that fucker who helped him?”
The pain in Adrian’s heart rippled through his eyes. “No. I don’t want to. I want him and Blade both to fucking pay for beating her. But I have Jules to think about. Even if I baited them into coming to me, who’s to say something wouldn’t go wrong? Jules already lost his mother. If he lost me, too…” He shook his head.
“He wouldn’t lose you,” Clint murmured. “And nothing would go wrong. We’d make sure of that.” He motioned to Cochise who nodded. “Jules is a part of us, too. And he would be even if he wasn’t Shay’s son. He deserves to have his mother’s death avenged. And those fuckers might be bad ass big dogs in their world, but they’re fucking whelps in ours.”
Adrian glanced at the men, then down the bar at Antony and Angelo. “I can’t take any more loss,” he whispered and looked at Clint. “If anything happened to any of you, I don’t think I could live with that.”
“We’re big boys,” Clint said. “We can take care of ourselves. You just get those fuckers here, and we’ll help you deal with them.”
Axel absently slipped his hand through Clint’s arm and gripped him. Living in Clint’s world, there would be those times when the cowboy had to walk out into the fight, guns blazing. But until Clint returned from those situations in one piece, Axel would live with a knot in his gut and fear in his heart…each and every time.
The tension was broken a few minutes later when Caleb returned to the stage and resumed the party. Axel was glad to let go of any and all fears and worries that Clint’s proposed course of action would conjure in Axel. He would face it later. Tonight was for having a good time and, later—flaming hot sex with his cowboy.
♦
“All right, let’s get our couples back down front here.”
Devlin was a little concerned about the interactive aspect of what was coming up. A Phoenix Club bachelor party was hardly the place for an unadventurous man such as himself. Abel had lived in this world for three years before meeting Devlin, he was accustomed to all this. Granted, Devlin had grown a little more adventurous since being with Abel—especially when it came to sex—but he was doubtful that he was ready for whatever Caleb and the others had planned for them.
Too bad, baby. This is what you get for falling in love with a stripper. Devlin looked at Abel and smiled; whatever was required of them tonight—it would be worth it.
“Ready for more, Doc?” Cole squeezed his shoulder and grinned.
“I don’t know.”
Cole chuckled. “Ah, sure you are.” He leaned over and kissed his cheek affectionately. “If you get overwhelmed, just holler, and we’ll come to your rescue.”
Nodding, Devlin laughed softly. “Thanks.” It wouldn’t be the first time Cole and Gabe came to his “rescue”. Or to Abel’s. The bond he and Abel shared with the two men was special and unbreakable. In many ways, he felt like he owed them his life. Had they not intervened and taken matters into their own hands—with Abel’s permission—Devlin and Abel’s relationship might have suffered irreparable damage. And for saving their relationship, he did owe them his life…for Abel was his life.
“You okay, Dev?” Abel smiled and reached over, grasping his hand. “Not worried, are you?”
He gazed at the boy, his heart bubbling over with love. “No,” he murmured and kissed him softly, then smiled. “There’s nothing I can’t handle with you by my side.”
“That’s the spirit,” Cole chuckled and patted his shoulder.
Devlin’s resolve wavered a fraction, though, when Caleb motioned to Ricky who walked up on stage along with the other three boys and stood behind Caleb, each of them holding a set of pink furry handcuffs.
“All right,” Gabe nodded with a grin. “This looks promising. Nothing like a little bondage to spice things up.”
Dane and Angel didn’t seem too concerned, although Max and Horatio appeared to harbor the same reservations as Devlin. At least he wasn’t alone.
“Okay, now,” Caleb spoke from the stage. “We need our honored couples up here on stage.”
The guests cheered them on as the eight grooms rose from their seats.
“What I said about being able to handle anything with you by my side…” Devlin mumbled to Abel.
“Yeah?” Abel smiled.
“I may have spoken too soon.”
Max and Horatio moved up close to Devlin. “We’re with you, Doc,” Max groaned. “Not feeling good about this at all.”
“Don’t be sissies,” Dane grinned at them. “Handcuffs are fun.”
Devlin glanced at him doubtfully. “Hey, I’m perfectly comfortable with being a sissy. No qualms about it at all.”
Horatio laughed. “Us, too, Doc.”
When they arrived onstage, Caleb addressed the guests. “Now, we can see just by looking at them that all these boys are sexy as hell and clearly keep their significant other satisfied…”
The audience whooped and applauded.
Caleb laughed. “But we’ve decided to put them through a series of tests.”
Tests? Devlin’s nervousness heightened; weren’t bachelor parties supposed to be fun for the groom?
“This first test…” Caleb turned and looked at the couples. “Is one of skill. Without the use of your hands, you will undress your partner. Each couple can choose who goes first. The chosen partner will be handcuffed behind his back so he doesn’t cheat.” He cast a sly look at Cole and Gabe.
“Why does he always think we’re going to be the bad ones?” Cole scowled.
Dane chuckled. “Hm. Can’t imagine.”
Caleb laughed low. “As soon as your partner is undressed—don’t worry, we will stop at the undies.” The audience booed, and Caleb grinned. “Come on, now, we’re not running a peep show here.” Another round of disgruntled booing. “As soon as your partner is undressed,” Caleb repeated. “Your assistants…” he indicated Ricky and the boys. “…will quickly switch cuffs to said partner and it will be his turn to undress you. The first fully stripped couple will be awarded the most skillful lover and win a special prize.”
Was he serious? Devlin looked at Abel. “You’re going first.”
Chapter 12
“Handcuff me, baby.” Cole stepped in front of Gabe, facing him, while Levi secured his hands behind his back with the fluffy cuffs. Cole grinned. “Maybe they’ll let us take these home and play with them.”
The notion was more appealing to Gabe than Cole surely realized. His mind had been venturing down the BDSM path for some time now and his body was eager to follow. He had no doubt that Cole would gladly take that road with him, but he had yet to petition it to the man. Maybe tonight he would tie Cole down and make the proposition while he fucked him senseless.
Standing next to him, Devlin fidgeted anxiously as Ricky cuffe
d Abel. Gabe laughed softly. “Ready for this, Doc?”
“No,” Devlin shook his head. “Not one bit.”
“Relax and enjoy,” Cole said then winked. “Your boy will get you so hot, you won’t be able to think about being nervous.” He smiled at Abel. “Won’t you, baby?”
Abel grinned. “I’ll do my best.”
“That should be good enough.” Cole smirked. “For sure.” He looked at Gabe and stepped a little closer. Between the drinks they’d consumed and the sexual energy surging through them, the prospect of having Cole’s mouth so close to certain parts of his body had Gabe’s cock throbbing madly. Cole grinned and chomped his teeth. “I might bite. You cool with that?”
“Depends on what you’re biting.” A strong pulse rolled up Gabe’s shaft.
♦
“I guess it’s a good thing we decided against wearing ties,” Max said. Unfortunately, they were still wearing suits. He looked at the other couples; none of which were wearing jackets. “This isn’t fair,” Max addressed Caleb. “We’re wearing more clothes than the others.”
Caleb surveyed them. “True. We do want this test to be fair.” He nodded. “You two can take off your jackets.”
“Thank you,” Max smiled as he and Horatio removed the suit jackets. “So,” he asked Horatio hopefully. “Want to be the first?”
“I knew you were going to ask that.” He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, then nodded and smiled. “All right. For you I’ll go first. But I expect a reward when we get home.”
“Oh, you’ll get a reward, all right,” Max murmured heatedly.
“Good enough.” Horatio motioned to Tommy. “Go on and cuff me, babe. I guess I’m first.”
Tommy snapped on the soft cuffs and snuggled up close behind him. “Maybe you should bring these cuffs with you when you come to our little party.” He blew in his ear. “You are coming, right?”
Horatio looked a little flushed when Tommy kissed his neck and stepped back. Understandable; Max was feeling the boy’s heat from where he stood.
“You can RSVP later,” Tommy said softly with a wink to them both. “For now…have fun.”
Horatio breathed deep and released it slow and unsteady. “We can do this,” he nodded, a note of doubt in his voice.
Max glanced at the others then back to Horatio. In their younger days, when they’d first fallen in love, all of this would have been thrilling to them. Max smiled. “Just imagine we’re teenagers again. We would have loved this back then.” His smile stretched and warmed with deep fondness. “Tap into that spontaneous boy you used to be.”
♦
“You’re like a foot taller than me.” Angel looked Dane over. “You’re gonna have to scrunch down a bit.”
Dane smiled. “No problem, baby. I’ll even kneel. It’s not like I’ve never kneeled before you.” His smoldering dark eyes crawled all over Angel’s body, fanning the flames already scorching his senses. He almost wished that one of the tests was on which couple fucked the best. At this point, Angel wasn’t opposed to putting on that kind of show for the audience. He didn’t even care if they won or not, he just needed a good hard fuck right about now.
Gavin approached Angel. “So I take it you will be the first to do the stripping?”
“Appears that way.”
“All right, then, sexy…” Gavin twirled his finger. “Turn around and let me cuff you.”
“Should I assume the position?” Angel teased and widened his stance, arching his ass just a little.
Gavin groaned. “Don’t tempt me.” He secured Angel’s wrists and rubbed up against his rump; Gavin was as rock hard as the rest of them. “Or I might just arrest you and sentence you to hard time between my sheets.”
“Mm.” Angel pushed his ass into Gavin’s crotch. “Makes a boy want to be bad.”
“Knock it off, you two,” Dane growled. “You’re making me fucking horny.”
Angel grinned. “You mean you weren’t already?”
“Fuck yeah. But you’re making it worse. I’m about to bust out of my shorts.”
“I’d actually like to see that,” Gavin nodded. “I mean, really like to see it.”
Dane groaned. “You just might before this night’s over.”
♦
Ricky slipped the cuffs around Abel’s wrists and kissed his shoulder. “Go get ‘em, baby.”
“I’m ready,” Abel smiled at Devlin—who didn’t look ready at all. “Come on, Dev, don’t be nervous.”
“Easy for you to say,” Devlin mumbled. “You’re one of them.”
Abel laughed softly. “So are you. Now.”
“Not really,” Devlin replied doubtfully.
The man was genuinely anxious. He couldn’t have fun when he felt like that, and Abel couldn’t have fun if Devlin wasn’t as well. He stepped up close to Devlin and kissed him deeply with tender passion. “Relax, baby,” he whispered against his lips. “I promise, when it’s your turn, you’ll do great. Don’t worry about winning…just have fun. That’s what this is really about, just having a good time and entertaining the guests.” He kissed him again. “We make a great team, Dev. And you don’t have to feel self-conscious about having an audience. They’re our friends. So, please, baby…don't worry about it. I can’t have fun without you. So what do you say we get into the spirit of the game and knock their socks off?”
Devlin licked his lips and smiled, releasing an uneven breath. “Okay,” he murmured. “I would hate myself if I spoiled your fun. I’ll try to relax.”
Abel brushed another kiss across his mouth. “I’ll help you.”
“You’re the best,” Devlin whispered.
Abel grinned and pressed his lips to Devlin’s. “We both are.”
♦
“Before we begin,” Caleb said. “I just want to check—none of you boys are going commando tonight, are you? We want to heat up the audience, not annihilate them.” Again he eyed Cole and Gabe directly. “You two properly garbed under your trousers?”
“Now you’re just picking on us,” Cole replied.
“Answer the question.” Caleb chuckled.
“Yes.” Cole scowled with a dark smile. “We’re decent.”
Dane snorted. “That’ll be the day.” The audience laughed and agreed.
“You’re being awful lippy tonight,” Cole growled at him. “Better watch it or I’ll have to bend you over my knee and paddle your ass.”
A flurry of piercing whistles and whooping exploded through the guests.
Cole grinned. “I have the support of the people, so…” he nodded with emphasis. “Watch yourself.”
“Me and my ass are shaking,” Dane drawled.
“Your ass will be shaking, for sure,” Cole assured as the audience backed him up yet again.
“All right, all right, you two,” Caleb cut in with a short laugh. “Knock it off before you go at it right here.” He winced in anticipation of the crowd’s reaction as the club echoed with the guests egging them on. Caleb looked out at the people. “You’re not helping to control them.” He laughed.
“We’re not trying to help!” Samuel shouted back, and the crowd exploded again.
Caleb pointed at him. “I will deal with your ass when we get home.”
That proclamation just managed to rile the guests up all the more.
“Okay, let’s get this show on the road.” Caleb stepped back as the four boys took their places behind their designated couples, handcuff keys ready. Accompanying music began to pump out of the stage speakers. “Begin!” Caleb shouted, and the audience burst into a frenzy, everyone cheering on their favored couple.
♦
When all the others went for their partner’s shirt first, Abel kicked off his shoes, dropped to his knees and grabbed the snap of Devlin’s pants with his teeth, yanking it loose. His tongue darted out, the tip flicking up the zipper tongue which he caught in his teeth and dragged down in a hurry. He was on his feet an instant later, biting the buttons off Devlin’s shirt a
s he simultaneously used his toes to tug Devlin’s pants off his hips and down his thighs—stripping him top and bottom at the same time.
Shit. Devlin swallowed hard and forced himself not to touch the boy as Abel’s hot breath blasted his damp skin. He shivered when Abel went to his knees again, finishing off the lower shirt buttons, then hopped gracefully to feet once more. Devlin shuddered as Abel’s slick tongue scooped under the edge of his open shirt, grazing Devlin’s rigid nipple as he grabbed a mouthful of fabric and quickly peeled the garment off Devlin’s right shoulder. He repeated the process with the left shoulder lightning fast as his feet continued to drag Devlin’s pants further down his legs.
Abel scooted around behind him, bit the back of his loosened collar, and sank to his heels as he pulled the shirt on down his arms. He snapped off the tiny buttons on the shirt cuffs with his teeth, spit them onto the stage, and commenced to strip the shirt from Devlin’s torso.
Shivers raced through Devlin as Abel’s teeth raked over his ass, his heated breath puffing through the thin cotton of his briefs. His cock jumped and stretched, throbbing and pulsing—aching for Abel to slide around front and use his sexy, skillful mouth on him in an entirely different manner.
♦
“The little shit’s like Speedy Gonzales,” Cole muttered around a mouthful of Gabe’s shirt as his eyes flicked to Abel.
“Stop watching him and hurry the fuck up,” Gabe growled with a rasp to his voice.
Cole hit his knees and ripped off the button of Gabe’s pants and yanked down the zipper with his teeth. Gabe’s engorged cock—hardly confined within his skimpy mesh bikini briefs—instantly bulged out through the open fly, damp with cum juice, the swollen veins visible behind the see-thru fabric that shrink-wrapped his dick. Cole gave him a quick lick and resisted the intense need to suck him. Gabe groaned, chest heaving, as Cole moved around him, systematically tugging his pants down as he went. A hard quivering shudder rippled down Cole’s body when he got behind Gabe, and the guy’s hard, bare ass cheeks were suddenly in his face—a meager mesh strip disappearing into his crack.
