Taming Emilio (Buried Secrets Book 2)

by Brina Brady

  “I don’t know Dante, but I hope that means you won’t interfere.”

  “Have I ever lied to you?”

  “Never. Thank you for helping me. I know I need some guidance especially how I was going down fast the way I was living. I feel safe and happy with you. I always have.”

  “You’re very special to me.”

  “You’re my favorite cousin, who always has my back.”

  Rafe kissed Emilio on the cheek. “Get out already. The men will be waiting for their drinks.”

  “Yes, Sir. I won’t embarrass you.”

  Emilio caught Rafe rolling his eyes, knowing very well he was concerned about his behavior at the party. He hoped he could live up to his cousin’s expectations which were always high.

  Emilio jumped out of the car and waved to him. He sucked in a shaky breath, feeling his throat constrict. A strange feeling of excitement filled him as he rushed to the front porch. He stood at the door, staring blankly up at what was before him. His palms turned clammy. Tonight, he hoped he would meet his protector.

  Rafe had given him a set of directions on bartending for the evening and discussed proper behavior at the party. Emilio pushed the doorbell and waited in silence for a few minutes until a tall, gray-haired man, wearing a black mask covering his face, answered the door.

  “Are you Emilio?” the masked man asked.

  “Yes, Sir,” he managed to say, the words rolling out of his mouth with great anticipation.

  “I’m Valerik Korsak. Address me as Valerik, since we’ll be in Rafe’s group together.” The tall man signaled him to follow.

  Willingly, Emilio trailed behind the man to a side room. Dark furniture with lots of bright oranges and reds decorated the room. A large framed painting of an inferno blaze hung on the wall across from a dark desk.

  Valerik spoke with a definite Russian accent. He smelled of tobacco and alcohol. Nothing made sense about this masked man. He wasn’t Colombian. Why did Rafe trust a Russian? The entire Escobar family hated Russians. The cartels always battled over distribution areas. The thought crossed his mind that there was a slight chance that Valerik infiltrated the group to take him out. Marco had hired Russians for security, and at times, they would chase runaway rent boys. He had heard stories about these Russian security guards taking out rent boys who tried to leave Marco.

  “Are you Russian?” Emilio asked.

  “Remove all your clothes and wear this lime-green collar around your neck,” Valerik said. The collar resembled a mini-belt with a buckle to fasten it. Was this really a BDSM party and Rafe had forgotten to mention it?

  Emilio hesitated about undressing. The man hid part of his identity behind the mask; he would have thought Rafe would have mentioned this aspect of the mysterious party. Still, Emilio feared Marco sent Valerik to kill him. He spoke with a similar accent as Marco’s thugs.

  “I’m not Russian. I’m Ukrainian. Please study the difference before you offend others. Rafe hired me many years ago.”

  “I will study up. Sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.” Emilio knew he wasn’t the smartest guy, especially since he had dropped out of high school, for which he blamed his uncle Sal. His threats of killing Emilio if he became visible to him had frightened him enough to quit. He’d left no traces of his usual path in San Diego.

  “Remove your clothes so you can get behind the bar.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Emilio unzipped his jeans very slowly, gaining Valerik’s immediate attention.

  “I didn’t ask for a damn striptease show. Get on with it, boy.”

  Emilio removed his clothes, folded them, and placed them on the empty chair. Valerik inched a step closer behind Emilio when he bent over. Two very cold thin fingers pinched and kneaded his ass. Rafe had said to just be myself, and one of the men will claim me. Instead of pulling away from Valerik, Emilio pushed his ass for further attention. At least he seemed interested in his ass. That was a start.

  “Can I give you a blow job before we go in there?” Emilio asked.

  Valerik locked his eyes on Emilio as he stroked his tie and licked his bottom lip. “Do it fast because you’re needed inside.” Valerik unzipped his slacks and pulled out his cock.

  “I can do it so you come in my mouth, Sir.”

  “Kneel here.” Valerik gestured between his legs.

  “Suck me dry, boy,” Valerik ordered, pulling Emilio’s hair.

  Emilio took Valerik’s cock into his mouth, stroked his balls gently, and licked his dick around the head. He ran his tongue over the slit and painted the precum over the head. Valerik moaned. Emilio used his hands to fondle and pinch Valerik’s balls. His tongue swirled around Valerik’s large cockhead, and he dug his tongue inside the slit. He hammered it in and out of with deep, slow strokes and then sucked the shaft up and down. He licked and sucked Valerik’s balls. Then Emilio swallowed that juicy head again.

  Valerik’s grip on Emilio’s hair tightened, and he controlled the speed and depth of Emilio’s rhythm. Evidently, he was in a hurry to get him behind the bar. His body shuddered, and his balls drew up high and tight as Emilio played with them. Emilio could tell Valerik was close to feeding him. Then a loud knock on the door blasted.

  “Go away, I’m busy,” Valerik shouted.

  “We need the bartender,” James said. “I know you have Emilio in there with you.”

  “Can’t you take care of the bar for a few minutes?” Valerik asked.

  “Sure,” James said.

  “Stand up, boy.”

  Emilio quickly stood up.

  Valerik spat into his hand and rubbed both of their cocks together.

  “We’ll both come.”

  Emilio smiled.

  “Are you ready?” Valerik asked.

  “Ah…Ah…yes.”

  Both shot cum into Valerik’s hand. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands. “Let’s wash our hands in the bathroom.” The man was prepared for emergencies.

  “I really wanted to fuck you, but that’s not allowed,” Valerik said.

  “Just so you know, I’m available,” Emilio said.

  “You’re sweet, Emilio. But you have a job, and I must get the new boys ready. Maybe we could sneak away later.”

  Valerik took Emilio’s hand and led him to the party area in a large room with a bar and at least ten small tables with two chairs at each one. Another four framed fire paintings decorated the walls of the open room. Animals and flames eating men and women with all sorts of horrific scenes. The fire-themed paintings seemed to fit for what was going on in this room.

  Rafe hadn’t mentioned the men would be wearing black facemasks. Emilio scanned his competition of naked guys, each wearing a different color collar, just as James and Rafe had mentioned. The naked ones needed protection, and the ones in suits were the protectors. Who thought this idea up? He would enjoy the game with high hopes he’d find a protector.

  Emilio was aware of the exposure of his ass and of his floppy cock and balls. Many of the men in suits watched him prancing to the bar area. He glanced at the length of his dick and watched it grow between his legs as he walked. Emilio was grateful he was hard for all to see because once he went behind the bar; no one would pay him any attention. Naked men traipsed around the room while he admired their bare asses and swaying cocks and balls.

  “Get behind the bar and stop parading around,” Valerik said, slapping Emilio’s ass.

  As soon as Emilio stepped behind the bar, James gave him a high five and left him without engaging in any conversation. Emilio assisted a number of naked guys ordering drinks. Luckily, most of them wanted beer and that was easy enough. He wondered if any of these guys would end up in Rafe’s group. James stood beside Rafe. Both wore masks, but he knew them by the shape of their bodies and height. Emilio loved the party and wished he could attend them all.

  After James finished talking to Rafe, he ordered a cute guy to suck his cock without getting to know him first. Crushed from James’s rejection, Emilio poured
himself a shot, feeling he’d failed in some way. He had thought James would visit him behind the bar, but he never returned to talk more. However, every now and then, Valerik walked over and winked at him. So maybe he had a chance with him.

  “I guess he found someone better,” Emilio said to the naked guy sitting on the stool.

  “That black man has a huge cock,” the young guy said.

  “I know. I wish he wanted me.”

  “Someone will claim you. You’re really cute and very hot!”

  “Thanks.”

  Everyone in the room was either talking or giving a blow job, but he was stuck behind the bar without any action. Emilio caught a glimpse of another protector getting a blow job from the young man he had a conversation with. After serving drinks to the men in suits without any of them showing any attention to him, he lost hope. No one wanted him.

  Emilio dragged the stool from the back of the bar to where he was serving. He turned up the music, climbed on the stool, and danced, catching everyone’s attention. All eyes were on Emilio. The men in the room hooted and hollered while clapping. He finally attracted their attention. He wanted a protector, so he took matters into his own hands. Emilio felt like a million dollars on the barstool. He loved having an audience.

  Emilio felt the music, moved to its beat, as he slowly bent his knees and ground down as far as he could then back up again, continually rolling his hips. He circled his hips while he ran his hands seductively along his legs and arms, making sure he caught the men’s excited gazes. Emilio looked back at the men, stroked his bottom and lightly slapped his ass on each cheek, and stroked his cock when he faced the room.

  He figured that if he masturbated until he came, that would be his finale, but a muscular blond man rushed into the bar area, turned down the music, and smacked his ass hard with his hand.

  “Get down,” the man shouted, frowning at him as if he were threatening to punish him.

  The smack hardened his erection and tightened his balls. Everyone stared at them, including Rafe. Emilio didn’t embarrass easily and enjoyed being the center of attention, even if it was negative.

  Emilio hadn’t seen this man during the party. He was the only one not wearing a black suit, but the damn mask covered his face. Who was this tall man and when had he showed up at the party? It was possible he was a bouncer or guard of some sort. As soon as Emilio jumped down, the man tied a lime-green tie around his neck without asking. At some point, this man had gotten the matching tie for him from the table of colorful ties.

  “Can I give you a blow job?” Emilio wanted to make sure the protector wouldn’t change his mind.

  “Follow me,” the blond man said.

  “I can’t, Sir. I have to work the bar.”

  “You’re being replaced behind the bar.”

  “Says who?”

  “Kaden Donagan.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Emilio followed the blond man to the guest room. After Kaden turned on the lights, he scanned Emilio’s body with blue, bloodshot eyes, like he was working off a hangover from the night before. At first glance, he looked like Emilio’s vision of a bodyguard who would protect him under dire situations. At six foot tall, Kaden must lift weights daily because he had a muscular upper body and wide shoulders. His tight black short-sleeve shirt accentuated his muscled arms, and there were snake tattoos on both arms. He had longer hair than the other men and seemed likable right away.

  “Get dressed.”

  Emilio dressed as fast as he could, excited about the blond man’s next move. His voice was strong and commanding.

  “And keep that tie around your neck.”

  “Hey, are you going to remove that mask so I can see who you are?” Emilio zipped up his jeans.

  When Kaden removed his mask, his eyes met Emilio’s with a smile

  “I want to protect you, but first we must have a little conversation over drinks. Then you can decide if you want me to protect you. Is that okay with you?”

  “Sure, but I think I should tell Rafe. He’s my cousin, and he drove me here.”

  “He knows you’re with me.”

  “Did you know I was his cousin?”

  “You have the same last name, but that’s not why I picked you.”

  “Why did you pick me?” Emilio hoped Rafe hadn’t told him to protect him without bonding. He wanted this man to like him without Rafe forcing him to take on Emilio. He worried his cousin might not want him having sex with his protector.

  “Your sexy dance called my cock to attention.”

  “I can dance for you anytime you want. Just order me to dance, and I’ll gladly dance for you.” Emilio preened, jangling the bangles on his wrist.

  “Good to know. I don’t think I’ll be getting much done with you around.” Kaden inched closer, lowered his head, and kissed him hard on the lips. His tongue entered Emilio’s mouth, exploring him.

  “You taste good,” Emilio said.

  “So do you. You even look hot in those tight jeans. They look new.”

  “James bought them because he was ashamed to take me to dinner in my shorts.”

  “When did you go on a date with him?”

  “I didn’t. He accompanied me from San Diego to here. I’m glad you like the jeans.”

  “I really love them, but they will be fun to peel off you later.”

  “They can come off as fast as I put them on, Sir.”

  “You’re absolutely charming.”

  “Did Rafe tell you to pick me?”

  “No.” Kaden held both of Emilio’s hands and looked him straight in the eye. “Rafe doesn’t pick my protectee or anything else.”

  “But he knows you, right?” Emilio couldn’t figure out what Kaden’s relationship was with Rafe. Knowing his cousin the way he did, Rafe might have set Kaden up with him in the name of protection. He’d have to see, but then he didn’t want a blow job. There was that to consider.

  “Best friends. We met in the Marines.”

  “The Marines?” Emilio didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.

  Rafe interrupted their conversation when he opened the door. “Is everything okay?”

  “We’re going to leave,” Kaden said.

  “Emilio, do you want to leave with Kaden?” Rafe asked.

  “Why not? He’s hot. We’re going for a drink to get to know each other.”

  “Sounds good, but remember you’re not legally allowed to drink in public places. If you need me for anything, just have Kaden call me.”

  “Thanks, Rafe. I’ll be fine. Hey, you were right about me getting a protector.”

  “I’m always right. Remember that. Both of you have fun.”

  “Oh, we plan to have some fun,” Kaden said.

  Rafe left them alone to finish their conversation.

  “Let’s get out of here so we can get to know each other,” Kaden said.

  Emilio followed him to the street. Instead of walking to one of the parked cars, he stopped beside a motorcycle. He handed Emilio a helmet. “Put that on.”

  “That’s your motorcycle?”

  Kaden nodded as he climbed on to his bike. “Get on.”

  Emilio had no idea where they were going to have a drink, but he’d go anywhere with Kaden. Emilio thought he looked like a Nordic warrior with his reddish skin tone. He almost looked like he should have red hair. His skin was much lighter than Emilio’s. Kaden was as strong as steel, and this hunk had picked Emilio out of the others.

  After he buckled his helmet, Kaden said, “Put your arms around me and lean on my back when the wind gets too strong.”

  “Rafe used to take me riding on the back, but I never rode one alone.”

  “I’m going to have to teach you how to ride, then.” Kaden took off.

  Emilio clung on to Kaden’s back. The ride to the bar didn’t take long at all. It was past ten o’clock, so the traffic wasn’t bad. Emilio stopped thinking, taking in the sights along the way. The wind smacking his face was enough to deal
with at that moment. Kaden was a reckless speed demon on his motorcycle. When he stopped in the parking lot behind the bar, he motioned for Emilio to jump off. He parked his bike, then locked it to the rack, and carried their helmets.

  “This is my favorite bar.”

  Emilio walked beside Kaden into the bar, and he found a table all the way in the back where they could be alone to talk.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Kaden

  Kaden enjoyed how tightly Emilio held him on the way to Murphy’s Pub. The first stop inside was at the bar where he ordered two sodas. He didn’t need any alcoholic drinks while learning about Emilio. He demanded a sober conversation with all his new protectees at this particular pub, since he was prone to routines. The first serious meeting began with the ritual of sitting in the back booth, learning about each other. They could drink later when he took him home. They carried their drinks to the booth in the back area and sat across from each other. Emilio resembled Rafe, almost more than Mateo did. Odd that younger cousin looked more like him than his brother did. He chalked it up to strong Colombian genes. Probably that was why he had a strong attraction and abundant interest in him. There were a familiarity and comfort with Emilio.

  “So tell me why you need protection,” Kaden said.

  “Didn’t Rafe email you my file?” Emilio asked

  “Yes, he did. But I want to hear it from you, not him. Remember this relationship is about us, not Rafe.”

  “Well, Rafe’s father has hated me ever since I can remember. He found out I was gay and told me I should kill myself when I was around twelve. He called his brother—my father—and told him to kick me out of the house or he’d put a hit on my sisters and me. As my father works for my uncle, he always does what he says. He takes orders from Uncle Sal, Rafe’s father. My father told me I had to move in with Rafe because he couldn’t stop my uncle.” Emilio paused to drink his soda.