“Tell me what you want,” I demand as I palm my balls, giving them a rough squeeze. I’m about to explode and come all over his chest if Austin doesn’t get his mouth on me soon, and the man knows it. He knows exactly what he does to me, and even though Austin may like to relinquish control, there’s no hiding he’s the one in charge here, not me. I’m at his mercy, and the fucker is reveling in it.
Austin remains silent but dips his head to run his tongue up the thick vein on the underside of my cock. Over and over he teases my shaft with the tip of his tongue, never opening his mouth more than he absolutely has to.
“That answer your question,” he eventually rasps, raising his hand to grip the base of my cock. “Stop fucking around and suck it,” I growl, tugging his head closer and burying my fingers deeper into the silky strands. “I want you choking on my cock before I blow my load down your throat.”
My filthy description of what I want him to do to me must spur Austin on because seconds later, his mouth is wrapped around my dick and he’s swallowing me all the way to the back of his throat.
“Goddammit, that feels fucking amazing,” I moan, thrusting my hips so that he’s forced to take more of me. I can feel the come boiling in my balls, and while I want to make this last, I know there’s little chance of that happening. Austin’s mouth feels too good. Hot, wet, with the perfect combination of suction and the addition of his hand stroking in time with the motion of his head, there’s no way I can hold off.
“Get on the fucking bed and kneel beside me,” I command, lying down in the center of the mattress. Austin slowly rises and crawls up the length of the bed coming to a stop on his knees next to my right-hand side.
“This where you want me?” He asks with a sly grin curving his full lips,
Palming my cock, I watch as Austin’s eyes widen and fixate on the bead of come pearling at the tip. Needing to see how far I can push him, I swipe my thumb over the head of my cock, collecting the salty liquid and sucking it into my mouth.
A rough groan emanates from deep inside Austin’s chest as he begins to jerk his own dick, in short, hard strokes.
“Did I say you can touch yourself?”
“Fuck you, Patrick,” he snarls, leaning forward to rub the head of his cock across my lips. “Yeah, that’s exactly what you’re going to do,” I grin squeezing his length tightly. Flicking my tongue over the tip, I tell him, “You’re going to let me fuck your mouth while I jerk you off.”
“Goddammit, Patrick. I’m hanging on by a thread here,” he moans when I start rubbing his glans in the circular motion that I know drives him crazy.
“Well, what are you waiting for then?” I goaded. As Austin sucked me fully inside the warm, wet recess of his mouth, my hands glided over the thick muscles in his thighs, and I mapped the ridges of his abs with my fingertips. My plan was to commit his perfect body to memory, so that when I was alone, I could draw on the image of him like this, taking me so beautifully deep.
I controlled the pace and depth, but Austin held out on me by pulling back every time I was close to careening over the edge. How I managed not to slam my hips forward and force more of my cock into his mouth than he could take, I still don’t know, but I did. Even if it was only just barely.
Everything about Austin turned me on. The way he smelled. His throaty groans. His taste. How he touched me. How he let me touch him. All of it made me harder than hell and Austin impossible to resist. But what I felt for Austin wasn’t purely sexual; it ran far deeper than that. It was more intense too. Love wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the exquisite torture being able to call this man mine, while at the same time having to hide how I felt about him from the world.
That’s why these stolen moments were so important. This was when we could just be us. No hiding. No pretenses. No fighting to keep our hands off each other. Right now, we were just Patrick and Austin, two people who loved each other beyond reason.
The heat building in the small space that separated us was insane. I could literally feel the temperature increasing with every curl of Austin’s tongue around the crown of my cock. My dreams were only a fraction as good as the reality of being lodged so far down Austin’s throat he had to breathe through his nose. The way his hand cupped my balls, rolling them as he bobbed his head up and down my shaft was fucking orgasmic.
But it was when he growled that my hips shot forward and I got what I wanted. Austin gagged, saliva and pre-come slipping past his lips and dripping down his chin. The sight was so fucking erotic that I couldn’t have held back if I tried. I was coming. Hard. It was too late to warn him to pull back, but it didn’t matter.
Austin greedily swallowed everything I had to give him and then licked me clean, savoring the taste of my come on his tongue.
Painfully aware of Austin’s thick erection resting on my pec as he fought to catch his breath, my tongue snaked out to capture his essence. The musky taste, combined with his masculine groans of ecstasy spurred me on. I took half his cock into my mouth and sucked hard as I felt my own dick harden in response.
Working my mouth along every vein and ridge, it wasn’t long before Austin was panting my name and begging me to put him out of his misery. However, seeing Austin desperate, pleading, crying out in pleasure gave me the ultimate rush. He was usually so reserved in how he expressed himself, so stopping just wasn’t an option. Not until he was shaking with pent up desire would I let him come.
I pushed Austin to his back and hovered over him as our mouths crashed together in a flurry of tongues, teeth, and lips. Not once did I take my hand off his long, thick cock that was now resting between our bodies. I continued to stroke him, learning what he liked best and what made him moan the loudest. I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel. I needed to know that I was capable of bringing him the same blinding pleasure as he gave me.
My body only lingered for a minute or two before I slid down between his splayed thighs and wrapped my lips around him again.
“Fuck. Jesus, Patrick, don’t make me beg,” Austin said as he rotated his hips, forcing me to take another of his many inches. Letting him slip free of my mouth with a pop, I meet his gaze with a smirk.
“But what if I want you to beg? What if I want to hear you promise to do anything I ask before I give you what you need to make you come?”
“Shit,” he hisses, gripping his cock and running it over my lips. “Just suck it, Patrick. For fuck's sake, suck my cock. Hard.”
“Say it,” I demand. Austin doesn’t require any further explanation. He knows what I want. This is a dance we’ve done dozens of times.
He cups my face in his calloused palms, tilting my head until he’s sure I’m focused solely on him.
“I love you, Patrick. Never said it to anyone else, which means you’ll always be my first.”
“Yeah, you’re damn right I will be,” I growled with pride. “And just in case you’ve forgotten, I love you, too, Austin. Always fucking will.”
***** “Need a minute alone with that?”
The only man I’ve ever fantasized about asks pointedly staring at my raging boner.
Ignoring his question, I ask one of my own. “I don’t want to leave Mia alone for long, and you wanted to talk, so talk.” Without hesitation, Austin goes for the jugular. “How long are you going to keep this up? You can pretend I don’t mean anything to you, that you’ll be happy with Mia and only Mia until you’re old and gray and your dick doesn’t work anymore, but we both know that’s bullshit. You and I are cut from the same cloth, Patrick. As gorgeous as Mia is, she isn’t enough for you, and she isn’t enough for me either. I want her to be. Fuck, do I want it to be that easy. You’ve got no idea how much I’d love to be able to go home to Mia at the end of a long day and let her erase all the stress of my day with one of her smiles. She’s pure fucking sweetness, Patrick. Every part of me yearns to wrap her in my arms and protect her, that’s why I have to tell her. That’s why we have to tell her,” he says, stressing the word we
.
“I planned on it, but then this shit happened. She’s been through enough in the last twenty-four hours without adding the fact that the only two men she’s slept with needs dick as much as she does. And to add insult to injury, you want us to tell her the only way either of us can be happy with her long-term is if she’s willing to enter into a three-way relationship with one of us and another guy,” I scoff, shaking my head.
“Fuck no,” Austin seethes as his anger ratchets up a notch. Crossing the short distance between us, Austin looms over me. His presence, the size of his body, the way he holds himself, barely keeping his rage in check is a fucking aphrodisiac in its own right. But it’s the familiar scent of his cologne and the insistent prod of his cock against my leg that has me desperate to tear his clothes off and fuck him raw.
Needing an explanation, I goad,
“Does it worry you she’ll choose me? Does it make your cock hard to think about me taking her ass while another man fucks her tight, sweet cunt? Or are you imagining it’s you she chooses? Do you really think that you can convince Mia to accept your need to have your ass fucked while you eat her out?”
Austin’s breathing escalates, and his chest expands, pressing me deeper into the wall.
“You’re wrong. Everything you just said was dead fucking wrong.”
Cocking his head to the side, Austin’s breath skims my cheek when he leans in and says,
“I’m not worried about who Mia chooses because there was never a choice to be had. It was always going to be you and me. It’s your cock that will be buried in my ass when I eat her cunt, and it’s your mouth I’m going to come in while you fuck her. Every dirty fucking scenario I’ve thought up since I met Mia stars you, me, and her.”
Austin hears my breath hitch and feels the swell of my erection in my jeans. His mouth curves into a wry grin as he adds,
“Your body likes that idea, Patrick, but it isn’t what I’m interested in. I want this,” he states firmly. Placing his hand over my heart. “I want this back, and until you’re willing to give it to me, I’ve got no choice but to wait. Don’t doubt I’ll have you in my bed one day soon, though, Patrick. But I’ve waited this long, so what’s a few more days?” He finishes cockily.
“I’m not interested in a quick fuck, Austin. Been there, done that, and it isn’t what it’s cracked up to be,” I caution, watching the jealousy hit home as he realizes what I’ve admitted.
“You gave that to someone? You gave what you promised me to some undeserving fuck during a one-night stand?” He snarls, wrapping his hand around my throat.
I could easily dislodge him, but I find that I like this side of Austin. The jealous, possessive, territorial side of him that I didn’t have the chance to explore when we were younger.
“Never said that,” I reply hoarsely as Austin’s fingers tighten infinitesimally. With his free hand, Austin palms my heavy cock, demanding,
“Then what are you saying?”
My anticipation increases as I allow myself to do something that I know I’ll probably regret. Running my nose up the smooth column of his throat, I inhale Austin’s innately masculine scent. My lungs expand as his smell unlocks memories embedded in the deepest, darkest recesses of my brain, and I fight to keep control of the emotions that flood to the surface with them.
Fuck, I’ve missed him. With Austin only a hairsbreadth away, passion the likes of which I’ve only experienced with him and Mia hits me with the force of a battering ram. I don’t realize I’m crying until Austin thumbs away the tear tracking down my cheek, but I’m helpless to stop.
That’s what this man does to me. He renders me helpless. He sees through me down to my soul, making me feel vulnerable and terrified that he’ll leave before putting me back together again. Austin is a risk – a big fucking risk
– because he is one of only two people with the power to destroy me.
“Don’t,” Austin commands. “Jesus, don’t you lose it on me now, Patrick. I’ve waited fourteen years to tell you I love you again. Fourteen motherfucking years. Do you know what it did to me to watch you take another man’s cock down your throat? Do you know how hard it was for me not to put my fist through his face when I saw the same guy kissing you as you fucked some random slut up against the wall? I’ve been watching you for years, Patrick. I know where you find your hooks ups.
The name of the fetish club you tried out for a while. My steering wheel is permanently bent because I gripped it so hard, trying to force myself not to get out of my truck and drag you home with me.”
The rumble starts in the back of my throat, causing my voice sound rougher than ever as I fire back,
“You think I don’t know how it feels, then I suggest you ask Cash how he got the dent in the front quarter panel of his truck some time. I saw you coming out of a bar with a man and woman, and I watched him unzip your jeans and suck your dick in the parking lot. The woman fingered herself and made you lick them clean, and I wanted to fucking shoot her and him. So don’t stand here and act like this shit was only hard for you, Austin because I’m right there with you.”
The using my words against me, the same words I’ve said to him a thousand times in the past, Austin murmurs,
“Then tell me what you want. If you don’t want me with anyone else, you’re going to have to give me a reason not to be.”
There comes a time in everyone’s life when you’re backed into a corner that all the lies you’ve spent years convincing yourself are truths just melt away. The reasons for not allowing yourself to have the one thing you want most evaporate and everything becomes crystal fucking clear. Yeah, this was that moment for me, and I fucking relished it.
Dropping my forehead to his, I tell Austin to give me a minute, then reach into the front pocket of my jeans and retrieve my cell. Finding a sense of calm that I hadn’t expected to be present faced with the reality of what I was about to do, I hit number two on my speed dial.
“It’s one o’clock in the fucking morning, so this better be good son,” Sarge grunts over the rustle of sheets.
I keep my eyes locked on Austin’s and exhale slowly. “Need you to call a meeting, just you, Cash, Boss, Fury, and Gage for now. I’ll talk to everyone else later.”
“’Bout fucking time,” he sighs, relief apparent in his tone. “When?” “The sooner, the better. I’ve put this off long enough, but now it seems I’ve got a fucking good reason to make some changes, and he’s standing right in front of me.”
Austin shudders, recognizing immediately what me talking to Sarge about this means for us. His large body almost sags in relief that I’m not turning him down, but finding a way to make this work between us.
After Sarge assures me he’ll have the guys rounded up and in church by tomorrow afternoon, I hang up and kiss Austin openly, passionately, and in public for the first time. Our mouths fuse and a feeling of contentment washes over me. I didn’t know how much I missed his touch until this very moment, and I vow never to lose it again.
Austin pulls back first, untangling his hands from my hair and linking our fingers together. With a broad smile, he says,
“Let’s go talk to our girl. I think we’ve got some explaining to do.” Infuriatingly, that never happens, though. Because when we open the door ready to tell the woman we want to share our lives with that we love her, Mia’s gone.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN ~ Austin~
“There’s only onewomanI’dconsider whisperingthosethreelittlewordstoo. But whenIwhispered“I’m acop”sheslappedme, so Iwas forced to handcuff her to the bed. Thatturned outto be the bestnightof my life.”
–Austin’sSaturdaynight “For the thousandth fucking time today, stop calling me because I’m not telling you shit. I’ve got enough of my own problems with Tatum already, without adding betraying her trust to the list,” Lucifer snarls, then hangs up on me.
Turning to Patrick, I hiss,
“Shit. He’s not talking, but I’d bet my 401K Mia’s with Tatum.” “Well, we know she
’s not at Zara and Knights. We’ve been casing their place for the last three nights straight. Dev and Mat haven’t seen her, and their still at Jonas’, so they’re out, that just leaves Sarge or Scarlet’s house,” Patrick muses, scratching at the sparse hair covering his pecs.
“If Mia’s with Scarlet, then we’re fucked. Scarlet’s as tough as nails and loyal to a fault; she’s had to be. Nate’s been her best friend since kindergarten, and even he won’t mess with her when she’s in protection mode,” I share, dropping down to sit next to him on the bed.
It’s a long story, but the short version is that I met Knight, Nate, Locke, and Tyson when a complaint came in from a concerned citizen (I say that with as much sarcasm as humanly possible) about the type of business Dark Knights were conducting. Mrs. Briggs an elderly woman in her seventies with nothing better to do than start shit and spread rumors knew exactly what the four men did for a living, as did every other woman within a hundred-mile radius that was still in possession of a pulse.
Dark Knights owner, Knight Parker didn’t hide the fact he was running a highly lucrative male escort service, nor should he have. As far as I’m concerned, more power to him. If he can earn six figures fucking hot women with big bank balances, why shouldn’t he? And the same goes for the men he employs.
Marrying Zara changed things for Knight obviously. Instead of shaking his cock for cash, he handles the paperwork and balances the books, leaving the hands-on work to his business partner, Zara’s older brother, Locke, Tyson, Nate, Rhodes, and Slade.
With Knight as his only sibling, Nate took Scarlet under his wing and began corrupting her from an early age. Maybe it was the other way around, but regardless of who led who astray, it was immediately apparent they could have been separated at birth, that how similar their personalities are.
Scarlet’s mom Lilly wasn’t an absentee parent. She loved her daughter fiercely, taught her to respect herself and others, and that the only person Scarlet could ever truly rely on was herself. Those teachings from her childhood stayed with Scarlet as she became an adult, and were put to good use when her mom left town to marry a man her daughter had yet to even talk to, let alone meet.
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