THE PHOENIX WEDDING: The Complete 6 Books Series

by CJ Bishop

  “Fuck the rules,” he panted thick and deep, voice rough with lust. “As soon as we’re through that curtain and off the stage—it’s fucking on, baby.”

  Chapter 16

  “Do you really think we can do this?” Max murmured doubtfully when Cole and Gabe left the stage and, a few minutes later, Angel and Dane emerged in matching sparkling blue G-strings. “I don’t see myself rocking a G-string.”

  Horatio chuckled and slipped his hand between Max’s legs. “You wear some pretty sexy undies,” he said. “And your ass is absolute perfection.” He squeezed his bulge and leaned closer, lips grazing Max’s ear. “And I remember the way you used to dance for me out by the pond, in the moonlight…naked. I remember us dancing together, too. You were amazing.”

  “That was a long time ago.” Max looked at him, his eyes warm with the tender memories.

  “It feels like just yesterday to me.” Horatio kissed him.

  A small smile formed on Max’s lips. “You’re really ready to get up there?”

  Horatio nodded. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do with you.” He withdrew from Max’s crotch and grasped his hand. After nearly twenty-five years, Max still made his heart flutter like the thirteen-year-old boy falling in love for the first time.

  Sitting a couple chairs down from them, Devlin watched Angel and Dane immerse themselves in a sensual, erotic dance. “They are definitely going to win this,” he said quietly.

  Horatio looked at him and smiled. “Don’t be so sure. You have Abel to guide you, and that boy is glorious on stage.” Horatio’s gaze shifted to the young man sitting beside Devlin. For a while there, Horatio had lost himself, hadn’t even recognized himself in the mirror as the same boy who had fallen in love with Max all those years ago. It was his experience with Abel, just being in his presence, that had brought Horatio back. If not for Abel, he might’ve still been lost out there in the cold world, trying desperately to fill up the emptiness within by filling his bed with one boy after another. Abel had been the beginning of his return to Max. And Seth…the final stretch of that journey.

  “Where’s Cole and Gabe?” Abel asked when the two men had yet to return from backstage.

  Max chuckled. “After that performance,” he said. “No doubt in the back, breaking the rules.”

  By the time he and Max walked off stage, Horatio was certain they would be up for breaking some rules themselves.

  ♦

  As Dane lifted him up and his legs wrapped Dane’s body, Angel was swept back to the night of his birthday party when he and Dane had battled their demons on this very stage—and won. And then claimed the stage for your own. Angel closed his eyes and leaned back against Dane’s hands, reliving that night in his mind as they’d made love on stage, just the two of them alone in the club.

  His heated body grew warmer with the memories, and his legs dropped away from Dane’s waist, grazing the stage floor before touching down firmly. Dane’s touch was tender and sensual, their bodies reading one another, following each other’s cues, never out of sync.

  Dane was behind him, hands caressing Angel’s hips, drawing his ass back to him. Dane wanted him as much as Angel wanted to be taken by him. When his feet came off the floor again, his legs curled back around Dane’s upper thighs, his exposed ass snug against Dane’s hard arousal as the man laced his fingers under Angel’s chest and spun him in a slow, graceful arc. Dane gave him wings, made him feel as if he were flying. He ached to be filled with his lover…his husband-to-be…and longed for their bed.

  Angel was hardly aware of the music fading away and the dance coming to an end. His head was hazy, body bubbling with passionate heat. The applause of the audience pulsed in his ears, but all he was truly conscious of was Dane as the man scooped him into his arms and carried him off the stage through the curtain. He fully expected Dane to take him to the VIP room and make love to him until they both wilted from exhaustion. Instead, Dane carried him to one of the dressing rooms and set him down. He cupped Angel’s face and kissed him deeply, pinning him gently against the counter. Angel gasped, eyes glazed when Dane pulled back.

  “I want you,” Angel trembled, his legs shaking and heart pumping with an erratic beat.

  “I want you, too,” Dane whispered and kissed him again. “But I want all night to savor you.” He combed his fingers through Angel’s hair and smiled softly, his need for Angel burning through his dark eyes. “Do you think you can hold out until the party’s over?”

  Angel swallowed hard, his throat parched. “I don’t know…I’ll try.”

  “I don’t want my baby to suffer,” he whispered and sucked Angel’s lips then went down to his knees.

  “Oh my God…” Angel whimpered when Dane tugged down his G-string and took his throbbing member into his mouth. “Yes…” He squeezed handfuls of Dane’s warm, damp hair and slowly pushed his cock into his throat then thrust lightly with Dane’s stroking mouth. “Oh God…” He had been balancing on the edge of orgasm since Gavin’s lap dance, and it had only grown more intense throughout the evening. Dane’s strong sucking shoved him right to the edge again. He shuddered as Dane massaged the underside of his cock with his soft, slick tongue as he ran his mouth up and down his rigid shaft.

  Oh, God…I’m gonna come…

  His hands shook as he slid his fingers through Dane’s hair and rocked his hips with a gentle rhythm. His head fell back and heavy breaths puffed off his lips. “Dane…” he choked shakily. “Oh God…baby…I wanna come so bad…”

  Dane cupped his ass cheeks, sliding his fingers through his damp crack, and sucked him a little harder as he pushed a finger inside him.

  “Uuhhh…” Angel gasped as Dane sought out his sweet spot and massaged him as he took his cock into his throat again and again. “Oh fuck…Dane…” He suddenly clutched Dane’s strands in tight fists as his body locked up, his balls squeezing and pushing cum up his shaft. “Uuuhh! Fuuuck…fuck…yes!”

  His cock exploded, pulsing and pumping his cum down Dane’s throat. The man swallowed and sucked for more until Angel sagged against the counter, shaking with sweet relief.

  ♦

  Devlin didn’t know how the hell he was going dance—he could barely walk, he was so nervous. In the dressing room, Ricky supplied them with matching, fiery red G-strings. Devin stared at them doubtfully; Abel wore thong underwear all the time. Devlin didn’t. In fact, he’d never worn anything but some form of briefs all his life—preferably boxer briefs. He looked at Ricky. “We really have to wear these?”

  “You will look fucking hot in them, Doc,” Ricky assured with a grin. “Trust me.”

  Devlin was sporting a serious erection from the events of the evening, and Dane and Angel’s recent dance had pumped it up all the more. He wasn’t positive these skimpy confines could contain it.

  “He’s right,” Abel smiled. “I’ve been trying to get you into a pair of these since we first got together. You’re not getting out of it this time.”

  Sighing, Devlin mumbled, “Fine.” He looked at Ricky who rested casually against the counter, watching him. Devlin smiled. “Some privacy?”

  Ricky chuckled and stood up. “Sorry. I live with three horny strippers. I’m not used to men with modesty…or the concept of privacy.” He smacked Devlin’s ass lightly as he stepped past him. “Good and firm,” he groaned. “Will definitely rock that G-string.”

  Abel laughed as Ricky walked out and closed the door behind him.

  “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Devlin unfastened his pants and Abel quickly undressed.

  “This wasn’t my idea,” Abel grinned. “Blame Caleb and Ricky and all the others who helped plan this party.”

  Devlin eyed him skeptically. “But you seem to be enjoying it a little too much,” he smiled with a scowl.

  “It’s going to be fun,” Abel insisted, laughing lightly as he stripped out of his own sexy underwear and stepped into the red G-string. Devlin faltered and stared at his nude body, erection stiff an
d swaying heavily as he slid the G-string underwear up his supple legs. Abel skillfully tucked himself into the skimpy confines which defined nearly every detail of its contents. Abel smiled and cupped his crotch. “Nice, huh?”

  Devlin trembled and nodded. The vision of Abel up on that stage the first time Devlin entered the club was burned into his brain. He’d never imagined that one day he would be on that same stage with him. A tiny shot of excitement sparked through him when he recalled how hot and sexy Abel had been, dancing with Gabe that night. Devlin had never admitted it aloud, but he’d often fantasized about dancing with Abel that way.

  And tonight—that fantasy will come true. Devlin just wasn’t positive he was ready for it. Even so, he shed his clothes and slipped on the G-string. Abel moaned and moved closer, rubbing his hands over Devlin’s very prominent bulge. He kissed Devlin on the mouth and slid his hands around to his ass. “Fuck,” he moaned again. “Please, please wear this on our wedding night and give me a lap dance.” He pushed up against him and squeezed his ass. “And I’ll do anything you want, for the rest of our marriage.”

  Devlin smiled and kissed him. “Let’s just get through tonight first,” he murmured against his lips. “Then we’ll talk.”

  ♦

  Abel stood behind the curtain and held Devlin’s hand. “Just follow my lead, Dev,” he said quietly. “Focus on me and don’t think about the audience. Once you start getting into it, you won’t even realize they’re out there.” He kissed Devlin. “Just imagine us at home, in bed…making love…and all the moves will come to you.” Music started up, a moderate rhythmic beat. Devlin tensed, and Abel squeezed his hand. “Ready, baby?”

  Devlin smiled and shook his head. “But lead the way.”

  After a few beats of the music, Abel stepped through the curtain and instantly became one with the music as it flowed through him, bending his body to its will. He turned his back to the audience as they cheered and whistled, and grasped both of Devlin’s hands, drawing him forward, out of the shadows and onto the stage.

  Abel drew him up close and planted Devlin’s hands on his hips. “Feel the beat,” he told him, holding his eyes. “Just let it take you over.” He rocked his hips sensually from side to side. Devlin gripped him tight. “Follow my movements. Just focus on us, baby.” He smiled. “Show me with your body what you want to do to me.”

  Licking his lips nervously, Devlin pulled him closer until their crotches touched, and began to sway with him. Devlin was a magnificent lover, and Abel knew he had all the right moves for this style of dancing.

  “That’s it, baby,” Abel moaned, lulling him into the ‘lovemaking’ mindset. “Just like that.” He gently pumped his hips, urging Devlin to match his rhythm. Heat was rising in Devlin’s eyes as their hard members massaged together, their bodies pressed close and moving as one. Abel brushed his lips up Devlin’s throat. “Yes,” he whispered. “You feel so good, baby…don’t stop…give it all to me.”

  Abel made his way to the pole with Devlin attached to him. He turned slowly, rolling his ass in a slow, sensual arc over Devlin’s crotch and grasped the pole. His body curved and swayed against the pole as Devlin gripped his hips and rocked his ass. His lips touched Abel’s shoulder blade, and he caressed his body. With each roll of his pelvis, Devlin’s hard bulge glided up through Abel’s ass, pushing between his cheeks.

  Oh my God. Abel rotated his ass and Devlin followed along, circling his hips. Panting heavily, Abel turned again and grabbed the pole above his head, lifting himself as he swung his legs around Devlin’s waist, pulling him in tight. Their heads touched and eyes locked, burning into each other. Devlin grasped the pole behind Abel and his body rolled in waves, from top to bottom and up again, pumping his steel hard cock against Abel’s throbbing crotch. Fuck…

  Time seemed to stand still as Devlin began to sink down then slither up Abel’s body, lips dragging over his hot, sweaty skin, grazing his cock. His tongue darted out and licked up the center of his stomach and chest.

  “Fuck, baby…” Abel whimpered, startled by how quickly Devlin adapted to the eroticism of the dance.

  The music ended too soon—or perhaps just in time—and Abel’s legs trembled as they moved back toward the curtain as, behind them, the guests shouted, whistled, and whooped.

  Once they passed through the curtain, Devlin pinned Abel to the wall and crushed his mouth in a hard, hungry kiss that promised great things to follow.

  Chapter 17

  Axel cuddled his ass into Clint’s crotch as the cowboy sat on the stool behind him, legs open. His inner thighs clamped Axel’s hips, and his hands rested on his waist. The last three stage dances had the cowboy’s cock hard as stone and straining its denim cage, striving to get at Axel’s ass.

  As the guests waited for Max and Horatio to take the stage, Cory and Colton wandered over for a couple cold beers. “Fuck,” Cory exhaled hard. “Those are some talented boys.” He looked at Clint and Cochise. “Did you guys know your boy Gabriel could work it like that?”

  Clint shook his head. “I’ve never seen him dance before.”

  Glancing at the Egyptian, who hadn’t said a whole lot of anything all evening, Cory smiled. “So what do you think of all this? Pretty hot, huh?”

  Cochise raised his glass to his lips and took a drink. “It’s all right.”

  Cory laughed. “Whatever, big boy, you ain’t fooling me.” He stepped forward and ran his hand up Cochise’s inner thigh and cupped his crotch. “You’re as cock-hard as the rest of us.”

  “Don’t.” Cochise snagged his wrist in a tight grip, the corner of his mouth twitching. “You want to lose this hand, little boy?”

  The others laughed as Cochise released him and Cory rubbed his wrist, grinning. “Watch out,” he told Kane. “He’s a lot more jacked up than he appears.”

  Kane nodded and chuckled quietly. “I know.” He ran his hand across Cochise’s wide shoulders and gripped his thick trap muscle. “I’ll be careful.”

  Twisting his head, Cochise looked at him with heavy eyes. Kane smiled back.

  “So…” Cory turned his attention to Clint. “Can’t wait to see you up there in just a sexy G-string, cowboy boots and hat.

  The cowboy growled, “In your fucking dreams, boy.”

  Axel pursed his lips in a tight smile. “I don’t know,” he said. “I think that might be a good look for you.”

  Clint wrapped his strong arms around him and squeezed, dragging a grunt from Axel. “Don’t you turn on me, ya hear?”

  “Just saying,” Axel smiled. “You’d look so damn sexy.” Clint squeezed again, and Axel choked on a laugh.

  “He’s not the only one,” Cory winked at Axel. “You’re going to be up there with him.”

  Axel shook his head, laughing. “Uh-uh. No way.”

  “Just wait and see,” Cory smirked.

  “And what about you two?” Axel countered. “Are you going to get up there and shake it when you decide to get married?”

  Cory grinned. “Oh yeah.”

  Standing behind Cory, Colton discreetly shook his head. Axel laughed, and Cory turned around.

  “What?” he eyed Colton suspiciously.

  “Nothing.”

  Cory pointed at him. “You’re going to dance with me when the time comes. Might as well accept that now.”

  Looking at Clint, Colton asked hopefully, “Isn’t there something we can do about him?”

  Clint smiled dryly and shook his head. “Just have to accept that you hitched your wagon to a crazy horse. All you can do now is hang and rattle.”

  ♦

  While Seth and Jamie were distracted talking to some of the club boys, Grid returned his attention to Nolan. What the hell was it about the guy that he couldn’t get his mind off him? Sure, their encounter in the restroom had plenty to do with it, but it was more than just their intense moment.

  Samuel was talking to Nolan then held out his hand. Nolan hesitated then gave him his car keys, after which Samuel took out his
cell phone and made a call. Calling for a cab? When Nolan got up a couple minutes after Samuel tucked away his phone, Grid suspected that was it. His stomach suddenly began to flutter and pinch as Nolan headed for the entrance of the club; he was leaving. Would he be at the wedding? What if he wasn’t? Would Grid ever see him again?

  Get a fucking grip. What’s wrong with you? A drunk guy gives you a hand job in a strip club restroom, and you get all “twitterpated” over him? What the fuck?

  He tried to ignore the anxiety of Nolan walking out and Grid possibly never seeing him again. Before he could consider otherwise, Grid was walking quickly toward the entrance as Nolan passed through and out of sight. Grid broke into a light sprint and caught up to Nolan before he made it to the outer exit doors.

  “Nolan…wait.” Grid slowed instantly when Nolan paused and turned around. His eyes were heavier than before as he stared at Grid. Suddenly Grid didn’t know what to say.

  “What?” Nolan mumbled.

  Grid swallowed thickly. “You’re…leaving? The party isn’t over.”

  Nolan walked back toward him, his gait slightly unsteady. “What happened before…” he said dully with a slur to his voice. “Never happened.” He looked Grid up and down and blinked heavily.

  “Why?” Grid asked quietly. “Why didn’t it happen?”

  Nolan stepped closer then suddenly gripped Grid’s shirt in his fists and pushed him against the wall. Grid didn’t have time to react before Nolan crushed his mouth in a hard, forceful kiss, then shoved back and released him. He took an unsteady step backward and slowly ran his hand over his mouth. “Because you’re not my type.

  His heart racing like a freight train, Grid trembled. “What is your type?”

  Nolan stared at him. “Female.” He turned around and made his way outside.