“Serving you, Master.” His words made the man’s cock jerk inside his jeans.
Drake shook his head. “I can’t be gentle with you, baby. I need to use you rough and hard.”
His confession, spoken in such a low and strangled tone, made Trevor’s heart hurt. “Then do it. I don’t want you to be gentle. I need you to make me feel alive again. Alive with you.”
As he eased the zipper down, Drake hissed. When his glorious erection burst free, Trevor stared—mesmerized at the thickness, the copious veins, and the fat, wide head—just like he did the first time he’d laid eyes on his impressive cock.
It had been in this very kitchen, less than two hours after Drake had brought him to Chicago. After the man had finished the tour of his house and they’d returned to the kitchen for a beer—Trevor hadn’t even unpacked his bag yet—impatience and lust had consumed them. The air around them had sizzled and crackled with palpable attraction. Trevor had wanted to rip the man’s clothes off and take him every dirty, nasty way he could imagine.
He’d taunted Drake by swirling his tongue around the lip of his beer bottle while pinning him with an I-dare-you-to-take-me smile. Trevor quickly learned he didn’t have to bait the beast quite so brazenly. An animalistic growl had rumbled from deep inside Drake’s chest, and his control snapped off its chain. Before Trevor had known what was happening, fabric was ripping. Grunts and moans had filled the air. Their mouths had entwined as one, exploring and savoring one another. Their bodies soon had followed, right here on the kitchen table. It was life altering.
“We’ve always had fun in this room, haven’t we, Master?
The flicker in Drake’s eyes said he remembered their first time together, too. Staring at the mouthwatering cock in his face, Trevor wrapped a delicate fist around the thick shaft. The distended veins throbbed against his palm. A slick trail of pre-come leaked from the head and dripped copiously down his fingers. Goose bumps erupted over Trevor’s flesh. His mouth watered. Excitement soared. He’d missed cradling Drake’s compelling weight not only in his hands but on his tongue, as well. Once again, he felt the man’s beefy fist grip his hair. The familiar tingle was undeniably intended to command and control, but there was also a hint of reverence in Drake’s touch. It melted Trevor’s heart. A spark of light ignited inside him, warming him in places he thought long dead.
“God, I’ve missed the feel of your hands,” Drake bit out.
Trevor could tell the man was struggling to maintain a grip on his disintegrating control.
“Only my hands?” He flashed a sassy smirk.
“No,” he replied soberly. “I’ve missed every fucking thing about you, boy.”
Parting his lips, Trevor swiped his tongue across the clear stream spilling from Drake’s slit. His taste buds exploded, and a thrilling hum drummed through his system. Drake let out a muffled moan while the taste of his Master,—salty, virile, and erotic—replenished Trevor’s brittle soul. Opening his mouth wide, he extended his tongue, offering an inviting pillow for Drake to lay his cock on.
“You fucking undo me every goddamn time, sweet slut,” he growled.
Roughly gripping his head with both hands, Drake guided the bulbous tip toward Trevor’s mouth. He greedily accepted every thick inch before curling his tongue around the pulsating slab. Drake softly cursed and groaned. Trevor’s own cock jerked in delight. And the skin stretched impossibly tighter. His balls grew taut and churned with desire. But nothing felt more spectacular than worshiping Drake’s cock with his tongue, lips, and teeth. His taste buds sang, and Trevor savored the familiar flavor while he gently cupped and massaged the man’s heavy sac.
Heat enveloped him as dormant cravings surged from cages of denial. The roar of demand thundered in his ears as he feasted and gorged himself on Drake’s thick shaft. Burning and blistering in anticipation, Trevor dropped a hand to his own cock. Lightly, he stroked himself through his cotton shorts. Not enough to get off, just enough to soothe his stricken flesh.
“Don’t even think about coming, boy,” Drake warned.
Trevor grunted in understanding, never once lifting from the man’s cock. He slurped up and down, bathing him with love and devotion. Suckling and milking with his mouth, he aimed to repay his Master for all the days and nights of trauma he’d compassionately endured. But this wasn’t enough. Trevor ached to give more.
As if reading his mind, Drake gave a boisterous shout as he yanked from Trevor’s mouth. The abrupt loss left him in dejected emptiness. His heart wept, and all he could do was longingly stare at the glistening purple crest as it bobbed up and down.
“I need to drive into your pretty, tight ass,” Drake barked raggedly.
Trevor’s heart thudded against his ribs as he watched the man hastily shove down his jeans. At that exact moment, the doorbell rang. The two shared a mutually stunned this-can’t-be-fucking-happening-now look. Then Trevor darted a glance at the clock on the stove.
“It’s Julianna,” he moaned. “She’s giving us a ride to Genesis for my karate lessons. Remember?”
Drake issued a grumbled curse. He tugged his pants back up, tucked his erection beneath the denim, and carefully drew up the zipper. Trevor whimpered in frustration as he slowly stood. Demand pulsed through his veins, and his legs felt wobbly as he made his way to the front door. He was tempted to keep the damn thing shut and call out that he and Drake were sick. But he wasn’t allowed to lie, especially to his best friend.
Trevor disengaged the lock, then covered his straining erection. When he opened the door, he found the whole clan—Julianna, Mika, and their seventeen-month-old son, Tristan. When the little tike saw Trevor, he squealed and leaned over, kicking, and nearly launching himself out of Julianna’s arms.
“Hold on there, tiger,” she scolded.
Ignoring her, Tristan thrust out his arms toward Trevor and looked up at him with big, begging eyes, causing his heart and cock to soften instantly.
“Come here, little man.” Trevor snatched the wiggling toddler from Julianna. Tossing him into the air, he swung the boy around the room. Both of them were giggling like loons. “I’ve missed you.”
“Me miss you too, Unk Twebber,” Tristan replied between squeals.
“I swear, if you were single, I’d hire you as his full-time Manny,” Julianna said, shaking her head. “He thinks you hung the moon.”
“I did,” Trevor laughed. “For this little cutie.”
When he tickled the boy’s ribs, Tristan’s screams pierced the air like a siren.
“Enough,” Mika thundered. “Indoor voice, son. You’re breaking my eardrums.”
“I want dwums.” Tristan sobered and sent his father an anxious look.
“Not until we soundproof your room,” Mika said with a chuckle.
“Why aren’t you dressed?” Julianna asked Trevor. “I smell bacon. Did we interrupt your breakfast? Did you forget we were coming over?”
“Pet!” Mika scolded. “Ease up. One question at a time. Lord, you’re like a—”
“Don’t you dare say a dog with a bone,” Julianna warned, whipping her head toward her Master. Her crimson curls bobbed like Drake’s cock had moments ago.
Don’t go there. You’ll get hard again and embarrass yourself.
“Weed me a book, Unk Twebber,” Tristan demanded.
“We don’t have time right now. But when we get back, I’ll read you two. How’s that sound?” Trevor asked, unable to wipe the smile from his face.
The toddler scowled. It was the identical expression Mika used when reprimanding Julianna.
Trevor laughed. “You’re a chip off the old block, Tristan.”
“No. Mika can be reasoned with.” Julianna blew raspberries on her son’s chubby cheek. “This one’s already started with the terrible twos. The test of wills is brutal at our house.”
“Aw, but you love him.” Trevor grinned.
Julianna’s expression softened with a loving glow. “More than life itself.”
T
revor ached to feel that same depth of connection between parent and child. He glanced up at Drake. Maybe someday…
CHAPTER FOUR
Trevor’s burst of laughter and excitement caught Drake off guard. This was definitely not the same man who’d bitten his lip last night or lashed out at him in the kitchen. He couldn’t miss the curious looks Mika and Julianna exchanged, either. When the woman turned a quizzical gaze his way, Drake simply shrugged. He was at a total loss as well.
“Here, give me back that wild child,” Julianna insisted. “We’ll let him run amok while you get dressed.”
“You’re coming too, right?” Mika asked Drake.
He didn’t answer right away, simply watched Julianna peel Tristan from Trevor’s arms before his lover raced up the stairs.
“Yes. Of course I’m going.” Drake nodded. He hadn’t let Trevor out of his sight once since the beating.
“Sorry. Stupid question,” Mika said sheepishly. “He seems… better.”
Drake shook his head. “No. It’s just an act.”
Julianna’s brows wrinkled. “Why is he acting around us? We know how horrible things are for him.”
“I don’t know.” Drake scrubbed a hand over his head. Mindful of the toddler, he chose his words carefully. “I’m exhausted. Confused. I don’t what to do. All I know is that losing my temper is the last thing he needs.”
Julianna’s eyes filled with compassion. She started to nibble her bottom lip. Drake narrowed his eyes. He’d known her too long. She was hatching something in that pretty, devious head of hers.
“Spit it out,” he coaxed with a smirk.
She flashed him a perturbed frown. “I hate it when you do that.”
“No say hate, Mommy,” Tristan scolded. “Dat’s a bad wood.”
Both Drake and Mika snickered.
“Yes, it is, honey. Mommy’s sorry.” Julianna quickly backpedaled before pinning both men with a semi-annoyed expression. “What do you think about you and Trev coming to our place to hang out for a few days. If he has a nightmare—”
“You mean, when,” Drake stated dryly.
“Okay, when.” She sadly nodded. “I’ll talk him off the ledge and you can get some sleep. I can tell by the dark circles under your eyes that you need it. Besides, a change might do you both some good.”
Tristan stuck his thumb in his mouth and watched their exchange with wide, amber-colored eyes.
A full night’s sleep sounded like a vacation in Hawaii. But Drake wasn’t sure Trevor would agree to leave. It was hard enough persuading him to go to the fucking grocery store. He seemed to want to stay sequestered inside the house all the time. Before the assault, Drake would have ordered his sub to the car. But those days were long gone. Dammit!
“It might do you both good, Moses,” Mika added sympathetically.
Very few people got away with calling Drake by his given name. But he and Mika had been friends for over a decade, and Julianna had been under Drake’s protection at Club Genesis for years before the couple finally hooked up. He knew his friends were as worried as he was.
“All right.” He nodded. “Let me clean up the kitchen, then I’ll change and pack a bag.”
Visible relief softened Julianna’s features as she handed Tristan off to Mika. “I’ll take care of the kitchen. You go upstairs and do what you need to do.”
Drake narrowed his eyes. “You’re giving orders like a Domme now, huh?”
“It’s the mom in me,” she quipped with a sassy smile.
“No, pet.” Mika scowled. “It’s the brat in you.”
Julianna rolled her eyes as she hurried toward the kitchen.
“Talk to me, brother. You look like shi—” Mika darted a glance at the boy in his arms and shook his head. “You look terrible. You’re losing weight, and Trevor’s turning into Mister Universe.”
“You noticed that, too?” Drake drawled cynically. “He disappears to the weight room for hours… when he’s not practicing the karate moves Savannah’s teaching him.”
“If he keeps up at this rate, he’ll be bigger than you.” Mika smirked.
And wasn’t that a bitch? Drake had never been attracted to beefy men like himself. Trevor’s lithe, delicate frame was one of the many reasons he loved the man. He liked being bigger and stronger. But right now, Trevor’s increased muscle mass was the least of his worries.
“Yeah, he just might,” he mumbled. “I’ll run up and tell him we’re coming to stay for a couple days. Be right back.”
“Unk Twebber sweep in my bed,” Tristan demanded tersely.
As Mika began explaining that Trevor was too big for his son’s toddler bed, Drake shook his head and hurried up the stairs.
Inside their room, Trevor sat on the edge of the bed. The morning sun streaked through the window, casting an ethereal halo of gold around him. After striding toward him, Drake lifted him from the mattress and kissed him roughly. “You’re so fucking beautiful, my love.”
Tears swam in his blue eyes and his chin quivered. “I’m sorry for putting you through all this, Master. I love you. I don’t mean to—”
Drake crashed against his mouth, silencing him with an ardent kiss. “No apologies. I have a surprise for you. Pack a bag. We’re going on an adventure.”
“Wh-where are we going?”
Trevor’s body stiffened. His eyes reflected a wariness that made Drake want to put his fist through the wall. Donning an impervious mask, he gave his boy a wink. “To hang out at Mika and Julianna’s for a few days.”
“Why would we want to do that?”
“Oh, I don’t know…a change of scenery,” he replied, gauging his lover’s reaction carefully. “We’ve been cooped up in this house long enough. I’m ready for something different. Aren’t you?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged, wearing a perplexed expression. “I’m fine here, but if that’s what you want…”
“It is,” Drake countered, hoping to stave off an impending argument. “Grab a scarf and some gloves in case we take a walk along the lake.”
Trevor nodded mutely. It was blatantly obvious he’d darted for cover behind his walls once again. Biting his tongue, Drake clenched his jaw and yanked on a shirt.
After they’d finished packing, they joined their friends in the family room. Tristan ran full steam toward Trevor, who stooped and picked him up.
“I’ll go ahead and drive too. That way neither of you will have to cart us back home,” Drake proposed.
No one objected.
“Okay, but Trevor is going to ride with me and Tristan.” Julianna looked pointedly at Mika and Drake. “You two ride together.”
“Are you telling me what to do, wench?” Mika’s expression showed his displeasure.
“No, Sir. I simply wanted to spend some time alone with my bestie.” She flashed her Master an innocent smile.
“I’ll deal with you later,” Mika warned, not buying her act for a second.
They divided into two cars and drove to the club. Before Drake could even get his door open, Trevor bolted from Julianna’s vehicle and sprinted inside Genesis. A look of regret and worry marred the girl’s face. With a heavy sigh, she bent and removed her son from his car seat and slammed the door.
“What happened?” Drake asked, pinning Julianna with a quizzical stare.
“I upset him. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was trying to get him to open up and talk to me, and all of a sudden, he ripped my head off. I tried to apologize but it was like I was invisible. After that, he’d only talk to his buddy here.” Julianna gave her son a little bounce on her hip.
“Welcome to my world,” Drake groused.
The sound of crunching gravel drew their attention to the vehicle pulling into the parking lot. Drake was relieved to see Tony Delvaggio and his submissive wife, Leagh.
“Thank god,” Julianna said on an exhale. “Maybe Tony can talk with him this morning. That or chain his backside to a cross and beat him back to normal.”
“Pe
t,” Mika scolded. “Trevor needs our compassion right now, not more physical pain.”
Her shoulders slumped as she nodded. Tears filled her eyes. “I know. I’m just venting. This is so dang frustrating. I miss my best friend and it’s killing me.”
“We all feel the same, precious.” Mika pulled her and their son in for a hug.
Tony and Leagh strode up and joined the others. “What’s going on?” the psychologist asked.
“Can you please go in there and talk to Trev?” Julianna begged, wiping her tears.
Tony darted a questioning glance at Drake. “Something new happened?”
“No. Same shit. Different day.” He cringed. “Sorry, Tristan. Uncle Drake said a bad word.”
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” the toddler repeated.
“I’ll take him inside.” Julianna sighed. Instead of scolding her son, she offered up several other words for him to fixate on such as car, store, and cake.
“Cake? Cake. I wuve cake.”
Mika chuckled as the two walked away. “Cleaning up my language has been hardest of all. I had to get creative, but I didn’t want the first word out of his mouth to be fuck.”
Drake scoffed. “Trevor has always wanted to adopt. I always said no. I’m a former sailor, for fuck’s sake. Fuck’s not only a verb but a fucking noun and an adjective as well. It rolls off my lips in every fucking sentence I say.”
“Really?” Leagh snorted with a wry grin. “We had no fucking clue.”
“Language,” Tony warned with a glare.
Drake shook his head, pinning the other Dom with a smirk. “I pity you, man. I really do.”
“Hrmpf.” Leagh lifted her tiny nose into the air. “I’m going inside to chat with my tolerant sub sisters and brothers.”
“You still have to watch your mouth, my sexy wench,” Tony cautioned. “Or I’ll fire your ass so red you won’t sit for a month.”
As she marched toward the club, Leagh flashed him a cheeky grin over her shoulder. “Promise?”
“Don’t! You can’t handle the agony I’m capable of inflicting on you,” Tony responded. “I’ll be in shortly. And no more cursing.”
Leagh giggled and waved as she climbed the metal industrial stairs. She punched in the access code disengaging the lock, then pulled the heavy door open and disappeared inside the club.
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