Dark as Cole [The McAlisters of McKenna Downs 4] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Zoey Marcel

  Swallowing, Heath nodded.

  “Let us know if you want us to stop,” Danielle murmured against his hairy thigh.

  “I doubt I will,” Heath admitted. “All your foreplay made my cock too hard. I can’t quit now.”

  Heller grinned and moved down his body. “That’s what I like to hear.”

  He sat on one side of him and she sat on the other. They each lightly kneaded one of his balls in their hand, relaxing him with every seductive touch.

  He felt Heller doing that arousing thing with his lips where he just barely touched them to Heath’s dick and traced them in faint lines back and forth on his pulsating flesh.

  She nibbled on his scrotum and used the back of her finger to tease featherlight touches on his organ. They blew his mind the longer they pleasured him and the more of his genitals they got into their mouths.

  Heller grabbed his cock by the root and kept it in place while Danielle licked the pearly drops of pre-cum off his glans. Heath let out a euphoric moan, balling his fists. It felt so fucking good. He felt a ferocious spasm in his groin when Heller lightly rubbed his flesh down while she mouthed the head.

  After a minute or so they switched and Heller took him into his mouth while she tended to his nuts.

  Periodically they would pull his erection out of their mouths and both lap at his thick stalk, making a meal out of his penis. A few indulgent kisses between them ensured that Heath stayed hard even during the fleeting seconds when their mouths deserted him.

  He felt his balls drawing up and sizzling fire smolder in his testicles. It was wonderful with them. He didn’t know if it was because enough time had passed for him to heal, or if it was because two people worked his cock over with their mouths. That was something he’d never had before. He felt lucky to experience it now.

  “You guys are amazing,” he rasped.

  “Thank you for letting us do this,” Danielle said softly against his rampant flesh.

  He snickered. “Sugar, I’m the one who should be thanking you guys. I’ve never had it so good.”

  Heller winked at him. “I told you I’m good with my mouth.”

  “You were right.”

  She crammed as much of his ball sack as she could get into her mouth and suckled his nuts. Light humming sent electrical buzzes through his sack that made his testicles vibrate with energy.

  Heller held the base of his cock and jacked him steadily while pleasuring him with his mouth.

  It took next to nothing for him to come. He shattered when it hit. His balls flexed in her mouth as he shot off. His dick throbbed against Heller’s searing tongue and gushed his release into him. The biker swallowed and then laved him clean afterward.

  Danielle kissed his empty sack, making him flop in hypersensitivity.

  “Fuck.”

  Heller lay down next to him on his side with his elbow propping him up. He always looked so macho that way. “Good?”

  “Hell, yeah. I should have done that sooner.”

  She lay down on her belly and cuddled next to him. “You came so hard.”

  “Mmm, I couldn’t help it. You guys are too good at that.”

  Heller watched his hand sweep gradually down Heath’s shivering body. “We can do that as much as you want.”

  Danielle laid her head on his chest. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

  Heath put an arm around each of them. “You guys are great. I definitely want to do that again.”

  Heller grinned. “I had a feeling you might say that.”

  Heath lay there, trembling with immense satisfaction. It felt like shackles had broken, freeing him from the torment of his own mind. It amazed him that he could not only handle a blow job now, but he loved it. Siegfried had no power over him anymore. He was healed.

  He had his two favorite people in the world. He knew everything would be okay.

  * * * *

  Cole sifted through paperwork, trying to make sense of everything. When the phone rang he answered it in a monotone he was certain would give away the fact that he wasn’t listening.

  “Hey, this is Greg.”

  “Any news?”

  “Yeah, that’s why I called. Siegfried escaped from prison.”

  Cole’s blood ran cold. “How?”

  “They had him and a handful of other prisoners loaded onto a bus. Someone called to alert us after it crashed. Some of the prisoners died from the impact, but most of them were shot to death. Siegfried and the bus driver are the only ones missing. We’re thinking it was all a big setup.”

  Obviously.

  “Thank you for telling me.”

  “Sure. I figured you’d want to know since he used to work for you guys and you’re the one who turned him in. We’ve got search parties looking for him and the driver, but so far we haven’t found them.”

  “Let me know if you hear anything.”

  “I will. Have a good night.”

  “You do the same.”

  Cole hung up, sitting there in the deafening silence. He tried to examine what little he knew of their former butler to determine Siegfried’s next move. A smart man would get as far away as he could to avoid recapture.

  An obsessed man would return for the object of his addiction.

  He really hoped Siegfried’s intention was the former, but he strongly suspected it was the latter.

  Chapter Three

  Sean Friel couldn’t stop shaking as he stood on Malachi’s porch. When he moved into Uncle Greg’s house, he’d deliberately left his jacket behind so he’d have an excuse to go back and see Malachi right away.

  Now he had mixed feelings about that decision. He was leaving for New York tomorrow. He desperately wanted to see Malachi Brodie one last time, but that prior open conversation with the older man had led to Sean confessing his love and Malachi denying them both.

  The preacher answered the door, a faint waft of beer floating toward Sean.

  “I left my jacket here. Can I come in to get it? I won’t be long.”

  Malachi opened the screen door and let him in.

  “I’m sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll get it and then I’ll be out of your way.”

  “Sean.”

  Grimacing, Sean kept his back to him. He felt so stupid and exposed. Why couldn’t he have just kept his mouth shut and enjoyed the close friendship they shared for years? Now he’d lost the best mate he’d ever had—because he wanted more, needed everything from him.

  “We need to talk,” Malachi told him. “Sit down for a minute.”

  Sean obeyed, balling his hands into each other and rolling them together anxiously.

  Malachi sat down in a chair near him at the round dining room table, but not so close that they were touching. “I shouldn’t have left it like that when we last parted. You’re my closest friend. You deserve an explanation.”

  “You don’t want me,” Sean said sadly. “You don’t have to explain. I understand.”

  Malachi didn’t respond right away. “There is a glaring age difference between us. Even if there wasn’t, a man in my position can’t be with another man.”

  He didn’t say the idea repulsed him, but he wasn’t declaring his undying love for him either. Sean stayed quiet.

  “I want what’s best for you. Right now that entails you going to school and learning more about yourself and the way the world works.”

  “What happens after that?”

  Malachi touched his bottle, but he didn’t take a drink. “You’ll know who you are and what you want out of life.”

  “What if what I want doesn’t change? What if this is really who I am?” Sean gentled his timbre. “The man who loves you.”

  Malachi’s eyes closed for a moment. He heaved a sigh before opening them again. “You know we can’t.”

  “Does that mean you want to?” Sean asked feebly.

  Malachi didn’t look at him.

  Sean looked down at his hands. “You said you loved me.”

  Silence followed, so thick it str
angled.

  “In what way?”

  Malachi tensed and took a gulp of beer.

  Sean watched him, throat swelling with suffering. “Like a son?”

  Malachi scoffed lightly, eyebrows lifting briefly and then dipping. “No.”

  He took another drink, seeming deeply agitated.

  Sean blinked at this, gaping at him in awe. “Like a man loves a woman?”

  Malachi’s jaw locked and his brow furrowed, an audible intake of air following. “Sean, stop talking.”

  Sean looked the other way and swallowed against the soreness building in his throat.

  “It’s been a long time since I drank.” Malachi gently stroked the bottle he gazed at. “You shouldn’t see me like this.”

  “Drinking or honest?”

  The older man gave him a warning glance. “I just wanted you to know that nothing’s changed between us. I still think highly of you.”

  Sean nodded in irritation, focused on the hutch without seeing it. “Even though I’m gay? That’s big of you.”

  He started to get up when Malachi reached for his hand. It was too much—the maleness of the large hand dwarfing his, the strength in it, the heat of his skin. Sean’s eyes stung and his throat ached. He took in the powerful sight of their joined hands and then had to avert his eyes. The impasse broke his heart.

  “Sit down,” Malachi said softly.

  Sean did so, hand flexing in remembrance of the man’s touch.

  Malachi stood and then bent over to be at eye level with him. “I see you the same as I did before.”

  “And how is that?” Sean looked up at him impatiently.

  “You’re my best friend. Nothing’s changed.”

  “Why did you get with Peggy the day I moved out?”

  That look of exposure was telling. “She’s a good woman.”

  “That’s not an answer.”

  Malachi became guarded and straightened. “I don’t know what else to tell you. People generally date someone because they like them.”

  “But that’s not why you asked her out.”

  “I’m not even with her anymore, so there’s no point in discussing this.”

  “You broke up with her?”

  Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck. “We stepped back. I told her I needed time to think things through.”

  Sean was overjoyed, but he kept a lid on it. “The night I kissed you when I was drunk … I remember it vividly. I remember you kissed me back.”

  Malachi stiffened and opened his mouth to speak, index finger poking the table. “That’s not what happened.”

  “Oh yeah?” Sean jumped to his feet and then marched over to the shelf where Malachi kept his bible. He set it down with a loud thump on the table. “Put your hand on that and swear to God that you didn’t kiss me back.”

  Malachi heaved a sigh and sat down, rubbing his face. “Put that away.”

  Sean put the book back and then went to stand near him. “You can’t, can you? Because you know that’s what happened. I was drunk. You weren’t. You kissed me back because you wanted me.”

  Malachi flew to his feet, face aggressive and voice rising. “What happened doesn’t matter. You’re leaving for New York and I have a flock to tend. Is that clear enough for you?”

  They stared at each other for a long, heated moment.

  Sean brushed his hand over the other man’s cheek, noticing the way anger left his lovely blue-gray eyes and the tension in his jaw became caution. Leaning in, Sean lightly touched his lips to Malachi’s, savoring the soft firmness and the delicate sigh that fanned against his skin. Their lips rolled on one another, the sensual massage turning more provocative when a trace of saliva seeped through barely parted lips.

  Tenderness became an all-out hot rush of excitement. Malachi pulled away, pushing lightly against him. His eyes were hooded.

  “Don’t.” He sat back down, seeming distressed and bloody aroused.

  Sean took Malachi’s hand in his as he knelt on the carpet. Closing his eyes, he kissed the man’s fingertip before suckling it gently, fondling the digit with his tongue. He felt fingers gliding slowly through his hair. When Sean made a thrusting motion with the man’s digit in his mouth, Malachi yanked him off, dislodging his finger.

  “You came to ruin me, didn’t you?”

  Sean shook his head and stood. He caressed Malachi’s face again and brushed a kiss against his lips. The man kissed him back, gradually pushing his tongue into Sean’s mouth. Sean went breathless and straddled his lap, groping Malachi’s sturdy chest through his white shirt. Putting his arm around him, Malachi deepened the kiss.

  It was incredible. The kiss was tender, hot, and sexual all at once.

  Sean slipped the topmost buttons of Malachi’s shirt out of their holes. He needed to feel him.

  Malachi grabbed his hand and broke the kiss, eyes lidded. “Sean.”

  The way the man denied him sucked, but feeling the macho hand grab his to bend him to his will turned Sean on even more. Malachi was apparently calling the shots, but unfortunately his shots weren’t cooperating with either of their needs.

  “Please, just a little,” Sean whispered, pawing at him with his other hand. “I need you.”

  He weaseled his hand into Malachi’s shirt, smoothing his palm over his strong chest. It felt hot, hairy, and muscular.

  “You know we can’t. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

  Sean teased Malachi’s nipple with his thumb.

  Malachi sucked in a sharp breath. “Don’t do that.”

  “We could just kiss then. I’ll never tell. Just hold me.”

  He groped the man’s chest firmly, causing him to grunt and lose his breath. Malachi grabbed his nape and mauled his face. Sean rocked gently against his lap. He smoothed his hand down Malachi’s torso, using his other one to unfasten the man’s belt.

  Once again Malachi grabbed his hand to stop him. He broke the kiss, eyes heated and stern. “I decide how far we go. Put your arms around me.”

  Sean burned with heat at the command, cock hardening even more as he submitted to the order. Malachi bathed his neck with his tongue while rubbing Sean’s crotch. He whimpered, pre-cum leaking into his underwear. Even though the contact was done through his clothes, no touch had ever felt so good.

  “Don’t make that noise,” Malachi murmured against his skin. “Let’s not get carried away.”

  Sean panted as the man worked his pants open. The rapid glide of the zipper going down thrilled him. A heartbeat later Malachi’s hot mouth was sucking Sean’s neck, electrifying his pulse and setting his blood on fire. His hand dipped into Sean’s underwear and wrapped around his naked cock, skin on skin.

  Sean gasped, hands abandoning Malachi’s shoulders to reach for his fly.

  “Put your hands back where they were or this stops,” Malachi warned in a steamy murmur.

  A flash of heat swept through him at the sternness in the sexy male voice that simmered against his flesh. Sean placed his quivering hands back on Malachi’s shoulders, trembling with a degree of want that shocked him.

  “Good boy.”

  The molten whisper that was followed by a searing kiss on his neck made his dick swell painfully in Malachi’s hand. His throat felt parched even as his mouth watered, and his eyes glazed at the intensity of his own lust.

  Malachi lazily stroked Sean’s erection, causing his balls to pound and draw up into his pelvis. He clung to the other man, digging his nails into Malachi’s shirt. Sean’s breathing came out broken and loud. Breathy pleas fell from his lips in faint sobs of pleasure.

  Malachi’s grip tightened and he jerked Sean’s stiff penis faster. The hot flesh throbbed in his hand, aching and swelling. He came too quickly. That hand felt so fucking good. Sean cried out, whimpering against Malachi’s neck and clinging to him as he came hard in his hand. Hot cum shot from his slit, spraying into his underwear, bringing with it a freeing rush. The fire scorched him with pleasure everywhere it touched him. The dee
p feeling of surrender that climaxing in Malachi’s hand brought surrounded him.

  His body quaked with euphoric shock. Malachi’s dick felt like a rock underneath him.

  “I love you,” Sean whispered.

  Malachi didn’t say it back, but he held Sean tight and breathed against his skin like the moment was precious to him.

  Sean pulled back a little and swiftly tore at Malachi’s fly. The sexy tease stopped him, this time saying nothing. Sean’s spirit sank. He knew that look. Those lidded eyes and the perturbed expression of guilt. Malachi felt bad.

  Sean touched his cheek. “Please.”

  “It’s not right.”

  “It felt so good.”

  “I shouldn’t have touched you.”

  “Make love to me,” he whispered.

  Malachi drew in a harsh breath, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. “You need to go, now.”

  “Would it help if I got a sex change?”

  “Sean, don’t be ridiculous.”

  “I mean it. I would do anything for you. I can get different equipment to make myself more appealing to you. Nobody has to know it’s me.”

  Malachi drank in his features, smiling slowly as his eyes lighted with affection. “There’s nothing you can do to make me want you more than I do now. It doesn’t make it right.”

  “We don’t have to go all the way.” Sean dropped to his knees between Malachi’s legs.

  “Sean, get up.”

  Sean silently begged him and ran his hands up and down Malachi’s thighs.

  “Do you understand right and wrong?”

  “Do you understand how much I love you?”

  Malachi’s countenance eased into a look of pain.

  “Don’t you want your cock in my mouth?”

  Sean saw him tense, breathing heavier. His breaths came in short, sharp pants when Sean began to gently rub his thick erection through his khakis. The engorged flesh swelled beneath his touch, smoldering against his palm. It felt huge.

  “I saved my virginity for you,” Sean said. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

  He guided the zipper down slowly, cautiously, keeping his other hand engaged with the man’s privates to distract him.

  “Just feel,” he breathed against the material.