by Stormy Glenn
“Rourke, I’m not saying—”
“You’re not saying anything.” Rourke clenched his fists together to keep from planting them in his brother’s face. He was getting damn tired of people picking on Billy. “I don’t want to hear you say another word about him.”
“Rourke—”
“Not a word, Lachlan!”
“He’s standing right behind you,” Lachlan said quickly.
Rourke swallowed and slowly turned around to find Billy and Ma standing right behind him. Ma had her arms crossed over her chest and was tapping her foot. She didn’t look happy. Billy, on the other hand, looked ecstatic, a large smile gracing his lips.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” Billy said back, his face flushing, but the smile never left his lips.
“How’s the gardening going?”
Ma snorted and rolled her eyes. “Billy seems to think that growing tomatoes next to the fence is better than the pots I have by the back porch.”
Rourke bit his lip. He wasn’t about to enter a conversation concerning his Ma’s garden. He wasn’t that stupid. He was shocked when Billy turned to look at Ma, gesturing with his hands again.
“But the fence is better. I know you said you liked the beefsteak tomatoes, and those are great tomatoes, but have you ever eaten a tomato fresh off the vine? There’s nothing like it.”
“I still don’t see the difference in growing the tomatoes by the fence or in the pots.”
“If you grow vine tomatoes by the fence, they can use the fence to grow up towards the sun. Tomatoes love the sun. And the fence will help protect them from the elements. Up on the porch, even in the pots, they are at the mercy of the weather.”
Ma opened her mouth as if to reply then snapped it shut. She glanced back at the garden for several minutes then looked back at Billy. “Okay, I see what you’re saying, but I still like having my tomatoes in pots on the back porch.”
“So, why don’t we plant a little of both then. You can grow some by the fence and grow some in the pots.” Billy shrugged. “It’s not like you can have too many tomatoes.”
“You know, Billy, that’s not a bad idea. That way, I can see which grows best.” Ma smiled and turned back to her garden, walking off in that direction. “Come on, son, we have some planting to do.”
Billy smiled and started to follow after Ma. He suddenly stopped and turned, running back toward Rourke. Billy leaned up on his tiptoes and placed a small kiss on Rourke’s lips. “Thanks for believing in me,” Billy whispered as he dropped back down to his feet.
Rourke smiled and tapped Billy on the nose. “I’ll always believe in you, baby.”
Billy’s grin was brighter than the sun. He laughed and turned, running toward Ma’s garden. Rourke felt lighter as he watched Billy run over to join his ma. He couldn’t help laughing when Billy and Ma started arguing the moment Billy hopped over the fence.
He doubted the two of them would ever stop arguing, but it seemed to be all in good fun, never harmful. And maybe Billy needed that. He needed to see that he was accepted no matter what. Rourke would have to work on that.
“He certainly seems to have you caught in his net, baby brother.”
“He’s my legend,” Rourke said without looking away from Billy.
“Well, shit.” Lachlan chuckled. “I guess that means I’m going to have to be nice to the guy.”
“It does.”
“Does he know?”
“No, not yet,” Rourke said. He reluctantly tore his eyes away from Billy and went back to stacking hay. “I’ll tell him when the time is right.”
“Don’t wait too long, Rourke. You don’t want to take the chance of losing him. Believe me. I know what I’m talking about.”
Rourke quickly glanced over at his brother as Lachlan grabbed the hay bale next to him. The seriousness of the expression on Lachlan’s face told him that his brother knew exactly what he was talking about.
“I won’t. I’ll tell him as soon as I can. I don’t want to do anything that would cause me to lose Billy.”
Lachlan nodded then chuckled. “That’s going to take some time getting used to, my brother and Billy Thornton. Who would have thought of it?”
“Yeah, surprised the shit out of me, too.”
* * * *
Rourke knew something was different the moment he woke up. After spending the last few days waking up with Billy wrapped in his arms, waking up alone was kind of alarming. He opened his eyes and glanced around the room, instantly spotting Billy standing by the dresser.
“What are you doing, baby?”
Billy swung around, his face paling as he hid his hands behind his back. “Nothing.”
Rourke arched an eyebrow. “What are you hiding behind your back then?”
Billy’s face paled even more. Rourke also noticed that the man refused to meet his eyes. He stared anywhere except at Rourke.
“Nothing.”
Rourke sighed and scooted up against the headboard. He folded his hands together in his lap. Rourke had spent nearly every waking moment with Billy over the last few days, and even his sleeping ones. He thought he and Billy had been making progress.
They’d talked, and cuddled, and even fooled around a bit as Billy healed. While his body was healing pretty well, Billy was still a mass of bruises—very colorful bruises at this point. Rourke knew he would need several more days, if not a couple of weeks, to be in fit condition.
Luckily for Rourke, his brothers had all pitched in to take over the bulk of his work on the ranch, enabling him to spend as much time as possible with Billy. Rourke knew that wouldn’t go on forever, but he was grateful for the time they did give him.
“Come here, baby.” Rourke crooked his finger at Billy then watched as the man reluctantly shuffled forward. Billy stopped at the edge of the bed. Rourke held out his hand and waited. Billy slowly brought his hands around in front of him.
Rourke was shocked to see his fur-lined handcuffs locked around one of Billy’s wrists. He hooked his finger through the empty cuff and jerked on it, pulling Billy forward until he had to either climb up on the bed or fall on it.
“What have you done, baby?”
Billy shrugged and crawled into the space between Rourke’s legs. He settled back against Rourke’s chest and started fidgeting with the cuffs. “I just wanted to see what they felt like. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I told you we would use the handcuffs in a few days.”
“You also told me that we would use them the next time we fooled around, and we didn’t.”
Rourke loved the defiance he could hear in Billy’s voice. Over the last few days, Billy had started to argue with him more and more. He never raised his voice or became violent, but he was starting to state his likes and dislikes on a more consistent basis. Rourke saw that as a good start to Billy’s recovery.
Rourke picked Billy up in his arms. He swung him around until Billy straddled his legs and they were facing each other. He grinned down into Billy’s shocked face as he grabbed the empty handcuff in one hand and Billy’s bare wrist in the other, pulling both behind Billy’s back.
Even if he hadn’t felt Billy’s cock harden against his abdomen, Rourke would have known Billy was aroused. Billy had tell signs. He inhaled softly. His blue eyes darkened. The pulse in his neck beat rapidly. These were all signs Rourke had come to recognize.
“You’ve really been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
Billy shrugged, his eyes dropping down. “You said you would, and you haven’t and…”
“I know, but I wanted to give you just a few more days to heal up while we played around and got you used to me.”
Billy’s eyes snapped up. “I am used to you.”
“You think so, huh?” Rourke smirked and reached over to the end table, pulling the drawer open. He searched around with his hand until it closed over a small bottle of lube and a condom, pulling both out before closing the drawer.
He dropped the bottle
and condom on the bed then pulled Billy’s hands around in front of him. Rourke heard Billy’s soft inhale as he attached the loose handcuff to Billy’s bare wrist then draped the bound hands over his neck. Billy couldn’t have pulled away even if he had wanted to.
“Are you sure you’re ready for me, baby?”
Billy swallowed hard and nodded.
Rourke chuckled as he lifted Billy up just a little and pushed the blanket away, kicking it to the end of the bed with his feet. He settled Billy back down in his lap, their naked bodies pressing together. Rourke almost groaned when his hard cock pushed up between Billy’s thighs, rubbing against the man’s balls and the bottom of his cock.
Rourke and Billy had sat like this before, but usually it involved a lot of kissing and no handcuffs. And, while Rourke might have used his fingers on Billy’s tight entrance, he’d never used his cock. That was about to change.
Rourke grabbed the condom and tore it open. He scooted Billy back far enough that he could roll the condom down his aching cock. Once that was done, he moved Billy back into place.
He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some over his fingers then dropped the bottle back onto the bed. Rourke watched Billy’s face carefully as he reached around his slim form and started pressing his fingers into the man.
Billy’s face flushed, his eyes dropping partially closed. Rourke could feel the man’s thighs tense against him. He knew he wasn’t hurting Billy. They’d done this before on more than one occasion, and Billy always seemed to enjoy it. This time should be no different.
“Are you ready for this, baby?” Rourke asked as he worked his fingers in Billy’s ass.
Billy sucked in his lower lip and nodded.
“Let me hear you say it.”
“Please,” Billy groaned as Rourke pushed in another finger and moved it around.
“Please what, baby?”
Rourke could feel the air in his lungs starting to move in and out of his chest more rapidly with each breath. Watching Billy become aroused was more exciting than seeing the man in handcuffs, and that surprised Rourke from the very beginning.
“Please…please…”
“Say it, baby,” Rourke said as he watched Billy’s eyelids flutter. “Tell me what you want.”
Billy was really naive about some things. Rourke wasn’t sure the man even knew more than a few swear words, even if he’d heard them. While it wouldn’t be good in front of his family, Rourke was bound and determined to dirty up Billy’s mouth in the bedroom. And he wanted to hear Billy ask for what he wanted.
“I want you to fuck me,” Billy cried out.
That was all Rourke needed to hear. He pulled his fingers free from Billy’s ass and grabbed the man’s hips, lifting him into the air until he felt the head of his cock caught on the puckered hole of Billy’s ass.
Rourke kept his eyes locked with Billy’s as he slowly lowered the man down on his cock, one inch at a time. The feeling of his cock sinking into Billy’s silken depths was exquisite, but not nearly as much as the look of wonder on Billy’s flushed face.
When Billy finally rested fully against him, Rourke reached up and gripped the back of his neck, pulling Billy forward until their lips were a mere breath apart. “I’m in you now, baby. I’m never leaving.”
Billy’s breath hitched. Rourke could feel Billy’s hands clenched against the nape of his neck. “Ne-never?”
“Nope.” Rourke licked at Billy’s lips with his tongue until he heard him groan. “You’re my legend, Billy Thornton, and I’m keeping you.”
Billy’s entire body shuddered. Rourke had just a split second to grin before Billy attacked him. Their lips smashed together, Billy’s arms tightening around Rourke’s neck. Rourke kissed Billy back, their tongues brushing against each other in a maelstrom of passion.
He grabbed Billy’s hips and lifted him up before bringing him back down again. Billy cried out against his lips. Rourke winced when Billy’s fingers curled into his hair and pulled. Billy seemed to go wild. Every movement, every touch of his tongue or body was sensuous. Rourke just hoped Billy never learned how arousing it was to him. Billy could do him in.
Rourke tore his mouth away from Billy’s when the lack of air started to become a concern. Breathing didn’t seem to get any easier when he looked at Billy. Every bit of lust and desire the man felt was shining on his face. The man didn’t hide any of it.
Rourke continued to move Billy up and down on his cock. The man’s tight inner muscles gripped his cock like they didn’t want him to leave. It was almost more pleasure than Rourke could handle. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he exploded inside the man.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?”
“Wa-wanted to belong to you.”
“You do, baby,” Rourke whispered. “You will always belong to me.”
Billy’s head fell back on his shoulders, and small little cries came from his lips. Each sweet sound was exquisite to Rourke. He grabbed Billy around the waist and rolled them both on the mattress until he hovered over the top of the man.
Billy looked so wide eyed that Rourke couldn’t help but grin. He grabbed Billy’s arms and pulled them from around his neck, pushing them down onto the mattress over Billy’s head. It took just a moment to hook the cuffs on the eyehook welded into the headboard.
Rourke sat back, lifting Billy’s legs with his arms. He moved forward, reseating his cock in Billy’s ass. He started moving, thrusting into Billy over and over again. “You’re so fucking tight, baby,” Rourke groaned. “You feel so good.”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to fuck you until we both pass out.”
“Okay.”
Rourke grinned at Billy’s one-word answers. “Do you like that idea, baby? Do you want me to fuck you until you pass out?”
“Yes.”
Rourke dropped one of Billy’s legs so that he could reach up and grab the man’s cock. He started stroking Billy’s thick erection as he thrust into him. Drops of pre-cum dribbled down the sides of Billy’s cock.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” Rourke ordered.
“Fuck me.”
“I am fucking you, baby.”
Billy suddenly grinned, which surprised Rourke. “Fuck me harder.”
Rourke growled and increased the pace of his thrusts. Billy’s mouth dropped open. He started to pant heavily and tremble. His arms stiffened, his fingers tightening around the wrought iron headboard.
“Come for me, baby,” Rourke demanded. “Come on my cock.”
Billy’s body arched into the air. A low cry filled the room as he came. Rourke's hand became slicker as cum shot out of Billy’s cock. Silken muscles tightened around Rourke’s cock, drawing a deep groan from him.
Rourke stroked Billy a few more times then dropped the man’s cock and grabbed his leg again. He hooked Billy’s feet over his shoulders then planted his hands in the mattress on either side of Billy’s body.
Rourke pressed his lips together as he started pounding into Billy. The waves of ecstasy throbbed through him with every thrust. Fire burned through him, heating him from the inside out until he combusted into a ball of flames.
The sudden rattling of the handcuffs around Billy’s hands drew Rourke’s eyes upward. His lungs seemed unable to draw in any air. Billy was shaking the handcuffs, reminding Rourke that the man was under his mercy.
Rourke couldn’t control his outcry of delight as his orgasm suddenly ripped through him. He stiffened. His cock throbbed and spilled inside of Billy’s tight ass. A deep feeling of peace and contentment entered Rourke as he dropped Billy’s legs and moved down over him.
He gently kissed Billy’s swollen lips then looked into his deep blue eyes. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you at all, did I?”
“No,” Billy whispered.
Rourke smiled. “Good.”
Billy rattled the cuffs again. “Can I have my hands?”
Rourke frowned. “That’s not what you were asking before, was it?”
“Our pleasure,” Rourke reminded Billy. He reached up and unlocked the handcuffs then watched Billy rub his wrists as he brought them back down. “Do they hurt?”
“Rourke.”
“Just asking.”
“I’m not going to break.”
“You might.”
Billy snorted and rolled his eyes. “If Clem can’t break me, you can’t either.”
“Hey!” Rourke tapped the tip of Billy’s nose. “Clem has no business in our bed.”
“Our bed?”
Rourke could hear the uncertainty in Billy’s voice. He could see it in his blue eyes. Billy was unsure of them, and he knew he needed to fix that. He gently pulled away from Billy and rolled to the side of the bed.
“Hold that thought,” he said as he walked away.
He made a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up and brought back a wet washcloth. After wiping Billy down, Rourke tossed the washcloth to the floor then climbed back into bed beside Billy. He wrapped his arms around Billy and drew him closer.
“I told you that you were my legend, baby, and I meant it. That means I’m keeping you. So, yes, this is our bed if you want it to be.”
“There’s that word again, legend. What does it mean?”
“There’s an old Blaecleah legend that says each Blaecleah will have one person that is meant only for them. And they will love this person for the rest of their lives. There will be no other for them.” Rourke smiled and tightened his arms around Billy. “I knew the second I kissed you that you were it for me. I’ll never love another, just you.”
Rourke knew he was putting everything he felt out there on the line for Billy, but he knew the man needed more than the usual words. He needed to know Rourke meant everything he said, maybe more than the average person.
He knew he risked rejection from Billy, but he didn’t think he’d get it. He knew Billy cared for him. He just didn’t know if Billy cared for him enough to stick around. Billy had a lot to be scared of. Rourke wanted to be the one to protect him and give him a safe place to be.
