Legacy of Lost Souls [Spirit of Sage 1] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by Jools Louise

  “Fuck me, baby, let me feel you for a month,” he growled into Cody’s mouth. His big legs went up, around Cody’s thick waist, falling to the side when Cody fingered his nipples, pinching hard.

  “You want it hard, sexy man?” Cody asked, purring again.

  “Lube me up, fuck me through the floor.” Thomas grinned wickedly when Cody lurched back onto his knees, stroking big hands up Thomas’s legs, pushing them farther apart. Cody’s thumbs pushed at the edges of Thomas’s little hole, which clenched in anticipation. Thomas’s grin disappeared, his head went back onto the cushion and he yelped when Cody’s mouth dove between his thighs, tongue lashing at the dark, tempting starburst. “Fuuuck!” Thomas grunted, hips bucking as Cody gave him a rim job that had Thomas going insane with need.

  “So fucking gorgeous,” Cody said approvingly, his whiskered jaw rasping against Thomas’s slick hole and inner thighs. He dropped his large canine teeth, nipping delicately at the edges of Thomas’s hole, and Thomas came a second time, undone by the intimate act, shooting cum all over his chest and abs, panting hard as he tried to breathe through the intense orgasm. “This little beauty tastes so good, I just want to keep you like this all the time, ready for my mouth.” Cody dove in again, his tongue spearing inside, punching past the guardian ring of muscle, stabbing in and out in quick succession. Babbling and cursing and pleading, Thomas’s mind disintegrated into a haze of lust. He felt Cody move, felt fingers probing his hole, slick with lube, but could do nothing but simply let his lover take over his body as he was stretched in preparation. “Now for the finale,” Cody said, planting the head of his cock against Thomas’s loosened rosebud, then driving deep.

  Screaming out in pleasure, Thomas felt the burn, felt the searing heat and grabbed his lover tightly, his good leg gripping his lover’s waist. Cody grunted, his arms going around Thomas, moving him up onto his lap, then began to a hard, driving rhythm in and out of Thomas’s clenching chute. Cody bit at Thomas’s shoulder, canines sinking deep into Thomas’s giving flesh, holding him in place. Each hard, powerful shunt of his cock drove Thomas against the cushions, rocking the entire trailer as Thomas was fucked with a skill and passion that had Thomas hanging on for dear life as his ass was pounded into submission.

  With a loud, ear-splitting roar, Cody came, his cock spurting hot cum deep inside Thomas’s ass, his hips pistoning like jackhammers, not slowing down for a second. Thomas felt the sharp teeth bite into his neck and did the same to his lover, his blunt teeth biting hard into Cody’s shoulder. Cody roared again, flipping Thomas onto his hands and knees and then sinking back in to the hilt, a hand on Thomas’s broad shoulder holding him in place, his cock spearing Thomas’s hole again and again. The slap of their flesh meeting resounded in the confines of the trailer, and Thomas groaned over and over, one long rumble of sound, driving his hips back against the unsated cock that just kept on fucking.

  “Mine!” Cody roared again, coming a second time, his canines biting deep again, cock jerking as he filled Thomas’s ass to overflowing, then collapsed, exhausted, against Thomas’s broad back, still joined together.

  Thomas felt Cody’s breathing slow, felt the even breaths against his neck and smiled as he realized Cody had fallen asleep. He needed it desperately, having worked feverishly with Pace and the Two Spirit crew to track down Marissa and take care of his sons. He’d been burning the candle at both ends, both as construction foreman and investigating the movements of his ex-wife, and Thomas felt pleased that he’d been there when Cody finally crashed, literally. He closed his eyes, the scent of their passion surrounding him, and joined Cody in slumber.

  * * * *

  Loud knocking awoke Cody and he groaned, struggling to rid his tired brain of the cobwebs of exhaustion that pervaded. He was hot, sweating like a bitch, and opened his eyes to see his lover lying beneath him, their bodies still joined. He kissed Thomas’s shoulder tenderly, licking at the wound he’d left, moving off the man. He groaned softly as his cock disengaged from the welcoming heat of his lover’s ass. His cat yowled at being parted from Thomas, but Cody ignored the thing. Throwing a cover over Thomas, he slid his sweats on, then answered the door.

  “I didn’t like to just barge in,” Douglas said with a grin, standing beside John and Cameron, who looked at Cody’s burgeoning embarrassment with amusement. “I came by earlier, but the noise coming from this trailer had me running for cover. Old people are loud when they have sex!”

  Cody groaned, shoving a hand over his face as he felt a blush heating his face, hearing the laughter from all three of his visitors. “Thomas and I had some…catching up to do,” he said, not looking at anyone. The laughter was much louder this time at his lame excuse.

  “Is that what it’s called when you pass forty?” Douglas said, then burst out laughing again.

  “Okay, okay,” Cody said, smiling at his son’s amusement. He rolled his eyes at the other two, who smirked back at him. “Thanks for looking after him,” he said, waiting for the inevitable teasing from John.

  John surprised him and refrained from ribbing his long-time friend. Instead, he held a file in his hand, and his expression turned feral. “Read this. We leave at first light,” he said, turning away with Cameron, who waved a cheerful good-bye. “Rafe’s home,” John added, pausing in his tracks. He looked back at Cody. “The crew is going with you, all of us.”

  Then he and Cameron left.

  Cody stepped back inside the trailer, gesturing for Douglas to follow. The boy had a paper bakery sack in one hand, which had delicious smells coming from it. The other hand carried three Styrofoam trays. He set them on the kitchen counter, then grabbed plates and utensils.

  Cody’s brain was still foggy from the sleep and explosive sex, and he tried to form a sentence as he watched his son unload the trays, filled with thick, juicy burgers, fries, and salad. The paper sack was loaded with donuts, laid out in a cardboard tray.

  “You’ve been so busy catching up, I bet you missed dinner,” Douglas said, smirking at his father, laughing aloud when Cody rolled his eyes, then tugged the young man into a hug.

  “Thomas and I have twenty years of catching up,” Cody teased, giving Douglas a squeeze before releasing him. “Get used to it, dude,” he chuckled, hearing Thomas waking up behind him.

  “What are we catching up on?” Thomas asked, yawning widely, then winced, his face frozen in pain.

  Cody grinned at his lover, thinking the man may need a hot bath after the power fuck he’d given Thomas earlier. Damn, the man’s ass had been sweet and tight, enveloping his cock in a ripple of moist heat and undulating muscle. He hadn’t wanted to leave the succulent warmth.

  “Eat first, then I’ll run you a bath,” Cody said, handing over one burger-filled plate. Thomas fell on the food greedily, sitting up painfully, then settling back and devouring the food like a starving bear.

  “Hmmm, thanks, Douglas,” Thomas said, smiling. “All that catching up left me hungry.” He winked when Douglas giggled.

  Douglas took a long sip of water, shooting Cody a laughing look. “Glad I was able to help out.” Then he tucked into his own food, sitting at the small dinette table as he wolfed it down. Cody ate his at the counter, the sound of munching the only noise for the next few minutes. They ate dessert, demolishing twelve donuts in about as many minutes, then all sighed at once, replete at last.

  “What did John bring for you?” Thomas asked, handing over his dirty plates for Cody to place in the sink.

  Cody looked down at the file he’d placed on a shelf above the counter, then sat beside Thomas on the bench seat. He opened the file, the first report catching his eye. He let out a snarl and handed the report to Thomas without a word.

  “They found Marissa, didn’t they?” Douglas asked quietly, a tremor in his voice.

  Cody got up and went to his son, seeing the fear in the boy’s face, shadows of the past bleeding from his eyes. He sank to his knees, pulling Douglas into his arms, hugging him close.

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��Honey, me and my crew need to go get her, stop her in her tracks. You never have to see her, I wouldn’t wish that for you. Thomas is here, he’ll take care of you and Ethan.” He kissed Douglas on the forehead, clasping his thin face between strong hands. “Maybe you can help Tommy plan all those fitness and self-defense classes he wants to teach when we build our gym,” he said, seeing the fear fade and excitement replace the hard memories.

  “Can we do that?” Douglas asked Thomas, eyes sparkling. “Ellison said he taught something called Taekwondo, some kind of Korean martial art. He said it makes you strong and builds confidence and muscle.” He flexed his thin arms, muscleman style.

  Cody pinched one thin muscle, grinning at the kid. “So, who’s this Ellison?” he asked, narrowing his eyes when Douglas flushed bright red.

  “Ellison Hawkwing,” Thomas answered for the boy. “He’s a Native American, Comanche I think. He and his four friends owned a gym and martial arts dojo, but were kicked out of town for being gay by the local anti-gay mob. They said they’d help us out if we needed instructors. They can teach us skills, too.” Thomas got to his feet, rubbing his butt ruefully. “Now, I’m off for a hot bath…don’t interrupt me for an hour at least,” he said, moving stiffly for the bathroom. Fortunately, the trailer was an extended one, with two washrooms, a full bath in one and a shower in the second, both with flushing toilets.

  “You fancy learning some self-defense stuff?” Cody asked his son, moving to sit opposite Douglas at the dinette. “I learned a few moves in the military, so I can show you some stuff, too. I’d quite like learning taekwondo as well. I’ll speak to this Ellison after I get back.”

  Douglas’s excitement faded fast, the fear coming back. “What will you do to her?” he asked, looking pale and frightened and every inch the child right then.

  “Honey, I don’t know. We need to talk to her first, find out what she knows. If she has any compassion in her, she’ll help us. We need to try to find out if there are any others like her, who assisted the cult and who are in hiding. They all need to be punished. I don’t think any of us will stop until they’re all behind bars, where they deserve to be.” He took Douglas’s hand in his. “We won’t kill her, unless she forces our hand. The proper authorities need to speak to her. We’re going to pick her up, that’s all, that’s the plan.”

  Douglas looked down at their joined hands, and Cody felt a tear land on his wrist. He felt his heart splinter at Douglas’s sorrow, not knowing how to fix it. He could do nothing about the memories, could not change the past. He could help make amends by making sure that Marissa was incarcerated for the rest of her life. The file contained irrefutable proof of her culpability, showing that she had literally sold her two sons—his sons—for the sum of fifty thousand dollars each and was present when Ethan had been sent to the trophy ranch, the tunnels, and the final, secret tunnel to die.

  “She always acted so mean,” Douglas said, wiping his eyes. “I tried to love her, tried to do what she wanted, but it was never enough.” He inhaled a shaky breath, then exhaled on a shuddering sigh. “She never beat me, or tortured me, but I was always hungry. If I cried she’d give me booze. She always yelled, always told me how my dad had left her, had never appreciated her enough.” He looked up, meeting Cody’s eyes. “If it was just for me, I’d want her in prison, but for what she did to Ethan?” His eyes hardened to dark marble flecked with gold. “I want her dead for that.” He uttered the sentence with all the viciousness of his heritage, his canines dropping, and a snarl on his lips.

  Cody opened his arms, holding on to his son who trembled like a leaf, lifting him onto his lap and holding him close as sobs ripped through the boy. He made a promise, to his sons and to the spirits who took care of such things, that if Marissa made one sound of contempt, uttered one word of anger against her boys, he would rip her throat out and exert his own lethal justice. She’d made her choices, made her bed. For a hundred thousand dollars she’d subjected Ethan to a gruesome, horrible, and long-winded death, and Douglas to “rewarding” men by performing sex acts on perverts three times his age.

  “You’ll always be wanted by me,” Cody murmured into Douglas’s soft hair, smelling the citrusy fragrance of the kid’s shampoo, the sweet innocence of his skin. “There will always be a home here, in Sage, for both you and Ethan. I don’t want to live anywhere else. Thomas and I want to settle here, then eventually retire and grow old together.”

  Douglas sighed, nodding against Cody’s chest. “I’d like to stay in Sage, it’s a nice town. It feels like a home, despite what was done here to the people. Maybe now that tunnel has been unearthed, we can lay all the ghosts to rest here.” He closed his eyes, Cody stroking the mess of brown hair gently. Within a few seconds Douglas was asleep, his slight chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

  Cody stood up, then stopped in surprise as he saw Thomas standing in the doorway to the bathroom, looking sad. “What’s wrong?” he asked, whispering. Thomas shook his head, turning around.

  Cody frowned and went into Douglas’s bedroom, placing the kid on the mattress and dragging a cover over the boy after removing his shoes and trousers. The guy could sleep in boxers and a T-shirt for one night. He kissed his son’s cheek, then went to find Thomas.

  The big guy was sinking gingerly into the tub, sighing heartily when the steamy water enfolded his big frame. Cody smiled, feeling proud that he’d fucked Tommy so hard he was limping.

  “What’s wrong, stud?” he asked, hearing a grunt of displeasure. “I’ll just stand here until you answer me, sexy man.” He eyed the mountain of ebony flesh, the look of pleasure on his lover’s face.

  Thomas sighed, then opened his eyes. “I just wish I could go with you tomorrow, give that woman a piece of my mind,” he said, looking slightly embarrassed. “I was a cop for nearly twenty years, making detective sergeant earlier than most, but right now I want to pound that bitch’s face right into the nearest combine harvester, shred her to pieces for what she’s done to those two boys.” He looked sad again, weary. “I’ve seen some fucked-up stuff, seen too many domestic violence cases to count. But I’ve yet to come across such a vicious, selfish, unmitigated bitch as Marissa.” His eyes were dark as pitch, swirling with anger. “How anyone could hurt her own kids like that, leave them emotionally scarred and abandon them to their fate leaves me wanting to hurt her in the worst possible way.”

  Cody knelt beside the tub, kissing his lover tenderly, wanting to wipe away the sorrow on Tommy’s face. “Baby, I feel exactly the same. You heard what Douglas said. She didn’t physically abuse him, but the emotional scars will last far longer. She left him for all sorts of perverts to use and abuse. Excuses that she didn’t hit him so it wasn’t abuse won’t wash with me. For that alone I’d willingly hurt her. Douglas wants his revenge for his brother, for leaving him to die like that.” He peppered kisses over Thomas’s face, cupping his lover’s face between both hands. “I won’t know what’s going to happen until we get there.”

  He yelped when he was dragged into the tub, water sloshing everywhere, his lips taken over by Thomas’s voracious greed. Humming in pleasure, he rubbed himself against the man’s thickening cock, returning the kisses with equal hunger until they were both panting with lust. In quick succession, Thomas had Cody’s sweatpants down by his ankles, Cody straddling his lap, then sinking down onto the humongous dick that stood straight up, the head above the waterline.

  Groaning at the searing heat hitting his chute, Cody arched his back, welcoming the fat dick inside him with a groan of pleasure. “Baby, that feels so fucking good,” he muttered, writhing on his mate, driving the hard rod deeper inside him.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Thomas said, stroking his wet hands up Cody’s back, letting Cody pleasure himself with languid grace. Cody’s eyes were closed, his face contorted with deep pleasure, his hips moving back and forth, stroking Thomas on the inside. “I love you, Cody, so fucking much. Don’t get hurt tomorrow, baby. I need you to come back to me.
” He kissed Cody almost delicately, his lips smoothing over his lover’s with sensuous skill. Their tongues mated, their movements unhurried as they moved in their intimate dance.

  “I won’t take chances,” Cody promised huskily, his tongue swirling against Thomas’s. “I have too much to live for, baby.” Then he deepened the kiss, his hands gliding over Thomas’s body, memorizing the man’s beautiful body with his fingers. “I didn’t hurt you too much earlier, did I?” he asked with belated concern, then flushed when he thought of his pride.

  Thomas gave a low, sensuous chuckle and sucked on Cody’s lower lip which had the big shifter groaning again. “Honeybunches, you fucked my ass so good, you made me forget I had any other lovers,” he replied, laughing when Cody growled.

  “Maybe I’ll have to repeat myself, just to make sure,” Cody said, groaning when a thick finger slid into his ass alongside the thick cock already in there.”

  “I was counting on it,” Thomas said with a wicked grin, his other hand finding Cody’s cock beneath the water, pumping it under the water, priming it with such skillful finesse that Cody snarled in pleasure, lifting himself up and down in time to Thomas’s movements.

  With the added stimulation, Cody was soon spurting, his hole clenching around Thomas’s surging dick, sending his lover over the edge, too. He fell forward with a laugh, nipping Thomas’s shoulder as his orgasm waned, enjoying the warm water sloshing over them.

  “Be careful tomorrow,” Thomas said after several minutes of sated silence, and Cody nodded. He’d been truthful when he said he had too much to live for. There was no way that bitch of an ex-wife was going to ruin it for him now.