by J. M. Dabney
“We had them tested, their growth kind of concerned us, but look at my husband.”
“True. Where’s Sawyer?”
“He’s down for his nap. It won’t last long…the boy doesn’t sleep more than two hours. We’ve tried everything, and the doctors’ have no clue what’s going on. Enough about my heathens. How're things going with Linc?”
“I don’t know, we’ve done the date thing several times, but he won’t—”
“Sex ain’t happening?”
“No, and I mean, I don’t mind, taking it slow is fine with me, but just tell me.”
“You want us to watch Mal for the night? The twins miss their favorite person.”
“If it was up to your twins, Mal would move in with y’all.”
“Probably true, I’ve never known three and four-year-olds wanting to talk on the phone as much as them.”
“We’re definitely going to have to get them their own phones.”
“I think it’s kind of cute.”
He didn’t know about the cute part, he loved his nephews, but those two kids could be scary.
“I was serious about taking him for the night.”
“It seems Mal has been spending more time away from home since I hurt my leg and Linc and I got together. I don’t want him to feel, I don’t know, unloved.”
“Mal will be great. He’s the most well-adjusted kid I’ve ever met. The Crews’ kids stick together. I only offered because sometimes a new relationship takes a little extra. You and Linc spent a long time as brothers-in-law. It’s gotta be a huge shift in the dynamic.”
“It is. I get why he’s nervous, but both me and Melanie have talked about it. How do you make it work with being best friends with Psycho’s ex and her wife, co-parenting and all that?”
“It’s natural. Bernie, Stacey and I spent a lot of time talking after we met. We wanted kids, but I didn’t want to be a weekend or holiday dad, and I didn’t want that for Psycho either. So, the three of us discussed the pros and cons of it all, then we told Psycho what we had decided.”
“I’m sure that went over well.”
“Well, when we piled into bed with him that morning and said we wanted his sperm it didn’t go exactly like we planned.
“Think about it, Melanie has no issues and has known for years. You three have done an amazing job with Mal. Hang-ups happen, but you’re grown ass people, and miscommunication is for teenagers who don’t know what they want.”
“You’re a little scary.”
“My husband is a great influence. So, are we taking Mal to spend the night with his besties or not?”
“Sure, one night.”
Ben tipped his head back and yelled, “Boys, Mal’s spending the night.”
“We’ll help him get his stuff,” the twins said in unison as they’re footfalls echoed on the hardwood floor. A strange scraping sound came from the direction of the front door, and he turned to see Rage and Gunner dragging a suitcase bigger than the both of them.
“What the hell are they doing? Where did they get the suitcase?”
“Gunner, Rage, do not pack all Mal’s stuff, boys.” Ben surged from the couch to the sound of Psycho laughing. “It’s one night, you can’t keep him. Dammit, Psy, you’re not helping.”
Psycho stood with Mal held on his hip as he smiled at his sons. He’d known Psycho for a long time, and Psycho wasn’t the smiling and happy sort, but marriage and kids had softened him a bit.
“What? They got a little crush on Mal. It’s not the end of the fucking world.”
Psycho spun and headed in the direction of the kitchen. Hopefully, to get Mal something other than soy dogs. How the fuck Psycho maintained almost three hundred pounds on vegetables astounded him.
“Don’t take the furn—where did they get tools?”
He shook his head and let it fall back onto the couch. He was too old for this shit.
“Why are the twins trying to stuff everything Mal owns into a suitcase?”
He opened his eyes to see Linc standing over him.
“Apparently they think him spending the night means he’s moving in?”
“Can you imagine those three as teenagers?”
“No, I don’t want to imagine.” His son wasn’t dating until he was fifty especially if Mal had a thing for crazy vegetarians when he got older.
Linc laughed and leaned down, giving him an upside-down kiss.
“It’ll be fine, at least we know they’ll take care of him. He’s already got his own security detail.”
“Great, they already think the Crew kids are crazy enough.”
“Could be worse things than the kids being as tight and protective of each other.”
“True.”
“You eaten yet?”
“No, Psycho made tofu dogs and who knows what else for the kids.”
“I’ll make you lunch.”
“Thanks, I’ll come and help.”
He grabbed his crutches and used them to help him stand, then he slowly followed behind Linc. He told himself he wouldn’t focus on the curves of Linc’s ass, but he completely lied. The man could fill out a pair of jeans. His cock jerked inside his sweatpants, and he willed away the hard-on at least until they had the house to themselves.
Another wave of guilt hit him about Mal spending another night away from home.
“Is it bad Mal’s going to spend the night away again?” he asked as he stepped into the kitchen behind Linc.
“Stop, it’s one night. We’ll pick him up tomorrow. He loves spending time with Rage and Gunner, even when they make him eat veggie burgers.”
“We need to pack him something for dinner.”
Linc chuckled but didn’t comment. He just moved around the kitchen gathering the ingredients for dinner. Ten minutes later, Mal ran into the kitchen with Rage and Gunner close behind. Quick hugs and goodbyes, and Psycho and Ben ushered the kids out the door to Ben’s van.
Now that he was alone with Linc, he was at a loss for what to do or say. How did he broach the subject of the elephant in the room? If Linc didn’t want him anymore, then he needed to know. He was terrified to hear that it was over before it had even started. It was a cowardly move yet he remained silent and just watched Linc.
Eleven
King Needs to Relax
The house was suddenly too quiet without the twins and Mal running around or Psycho and Ben trying to get a quickie while locked in the bathroom. How the hell he’d gotten mixed up in this crazy, he didn’t have a clue? He wouldn’t complain too much. These people became more of a family than his own, except for his sister. No matter day or night, if he called, any one of them came—no questions asked.
He set the table with plates filled with sandwiches and chips. He bit back a smile at the twin creases between King’s heavy brows. The man was going to get a migraine from thinking too hard. He pushed against King’s chest and settled sideways on King’s thigh of his uninjured leg.
“Spill it,” he ordered.
He loved that King didn’t complain just wrapped his arms around his waist and held him tight.
“You’ve been keeping your distance.”
“Is that what this is about? King, you were worried I only wanted you for the night. This isn’t about just sex. I needed you to know that it wasn’t, and I don’t want to lose what I’ve found with you, Mal, the Crews. For me, I thought going slow was the best option.”
“Um, the other night we weren’t exactly going slow.”
“Heat of the moment, it got a bit out of hand.”
“Oh, I was definitely in hand.”
“Can we get back on point, please?”
“Fine, slow is nice. Other than Melanie, I never did the whole dating thing before.”
“I know.”
“Don’t sound like that.”
“I didn’t sound like anything. You’re becoming offended by nothing. I’ve had boyfriends before. I even hooked up for randoms in college.”
His man was cute
as hell when he pouted.
“You’re not a virgin. Mal is proof of that.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, continue.”
“You have a broken limb.”
“My dick ain’t broke. It works just perfect.”
“It does, huh?”
“Uh huh, why don’t you find out?”
King nuzzled the side of his neck, his beard rough against his skin, and Linc’s breath hitched as teeth sharply nipped at his throat. Instant fucking hard-on. A squeak escaped his mouth as his t-shirt was practically ripped up and over his head. King’s big, roughened hand curved around the side of his rounded belly. He involuntarily sucked in his stomach—which to be honest never worked.
The sharp edges of Kings’ teeth sunk deeper into his neck. He shivered at the mark he knew would remain. He pushed his hip against the thick, hard ridge inside King’s loose shorts.
“Now, baby, what did I say about that?”
“What?”
Was he supposed to be able to think? His ass clenched imaging King’s dick sinking deep. King’s heavy balls slapping his as King reamed him from behind.
“Get up,” King ordered with a deep bass growl.
His mind went blank as it reminded him of King’s voice when he sang. The dangerous, hard edges made him hard every time.
King’s hard grip forced him to his feet.
The sensual fog which gripped his brain only seconds before cleared with a jarring quickness. He attempted to form questions, but his throat seized up as King shoved his shorts under his hairy balls and wrapped his hand around his red-tipped cock. King lazily stroked from base to tip.
“Take off the rest of your fucking clothes…now.”
His face heated and his hands shook. King’s expression shifted from rage to lust with such speed it made him dizzy just from watching. He kicked off his shoes dropping his jeans and briefs to his ankles, then kicked them aside. His tongue flicked out to moisten his dry lips as he stared at the beads of pre-come sliding down King’s wide shaft. His mouth watered with the urge to taste—to roll King’s flavor around his mouth.
King’s cock was perfect, from the spongy, flared head to the thick base surrounded by black curls. He wanted to sink his face against King’s groin and inhale his strong, musky scent.
King’s feral growl of a single no stopped his descent to his knees.
“I don’t think you deserve this dick…just yet.”
King reached down with his free hand and tugged at his balls.
“Fuck, look at you, baby, all that sexiness is mine. But you know, you tried to hide it from me.”
“I didn’t—”
“You so fucking did, sucking in that stomach. I think that deserves punishment. So, turn around, lean over the table and present me what’s mine.”
He started to argue but the raising of one thick brow stopped him, and on unsteady legs, he turned. He pushed the plates and glasses to the opposite end of the table. He laid himself on the surface, the wood cool and jarring as his warm skin met the smooth plane. He rested his cheek to soothe the heat of embarrassment. At the sound of chair legs scraping over the floor, he resisted the urge to glance behind him.
His hips jerked and lifted as King’s hands palmed his cheeks, massaging and spreading them apart. Then his breath caught at the sting of one smack. He groaned as he rutted against the smooth surface as one strike after another warmed his ass. Fire flared, it was pain and pleasure, no one had ever spanked him before. King didn’t speak to him, and he tried to count each one to focus. His cock was hard and aching, leaving wetness on the under curve of his stomach.
The words tripping and falling from his lips shocked him as he begged like a slut for more. Pleaded to be fucked. Begged for King to stop—to never stop. His back arched and his head came back to rest on his shoulders at the suddenness of King’s face buried against his ass. King’s beard was rough, while his tongue was soft and wet as it licked and probed his hole.
His short nails dug into the table until his knuckles turned white. Pain took the edge off his pleasure as King squeezed his abused cheeks. The grunts and sexy growls had him pushing onto his toes to get closer. He screamed as King’s mouth disappeared and the spanking restarted. Harder and sharper, he wanted to jack his cock and come as King doled out punishment.
Then with no warning, all stimuli ceased, and he didn’t care about waiting for permission. He straightened and spun around. Sweat glistened at King’s temples and in the thick curls covering the man’s chest. The sensual curl of the corner of King’s mouth. The bastard knew what he’d done.
He glanced down at himself, cock hard and standing at full attention. Beads of pre-come dripped from the slit. His chest moved with his labored breaths and his skin flushed and sweaty.
“Did you learn your lesson?” King asked.
He didn’t lift his head. It hit him, he felt sexy knowing King wanted—needed—him.
“C’mere, baby.” King took his hand and pulled him forward.
He stumbled a bit, then stood between King’s spread thighs. His man was still cock out. It jumped on King’s lower abs, leaving pearly drops. He wanted to drop to his knees, lick them up, and finally find out what King felt like on his tongue. Sliding into his throat.
“S’sexy licking them lips, but you don’t get it yet.”
He opened his mouth to protest, maybe beg, okay, definitely beg, but his head was tugged down. Strong, thick fingers dug into the back of his neck, and he sighed as their mouths met. It was possessive and hungry—denied too long. A decade of need in one kiss. Violently clashing as ragged breaths were pushed and taken through their noses.
“Fuck,” King cursed as he jerked his head back. “We need a bed.”
He wasn’t going to argue.
“This is going to be the unsexiest walk to the bedroom ever. Help me up, baby.” King pulled his shorts back up to cover his hard dick.
He brushed King’s lips with his, then helped King to his feet and acted as King’s crutch. They made the trip in silence, and his nervousness grew. Lost in the moment, he couldn’t think about what came after. He was naked and King was still hard, so the man didn’t find him unappealing.
“You know something I’ve always wanted to do with you?” King asked as he stopped them a few steps away from the bedroom.
“What?”
“Dance with you.”
He’d imagined it too, enclosed in each other’s embrace swaying under the neon lights of Brawlers as the music played and everyone else faded. Tonight, he wanted something different, a more intimate dance. “Then let’s dance.”
King took an unsteady step forward and another until they entered the dimly lit room. The covers were already turned down.
“Take off my shorts.”
Standing in front of King, his hands shook as he eased the silky fabric over King’s hips and let the shorts fall to the floor. King’s big, rough hands rose to cup his cheeks, and their lips touched. It surpassed all other kisses, even the ones he’d fantasized about. Although slow and tender, every emotion King felt for him was contained in that single touch. It was raw and beautiful. Punctuated by groans and rough whimpers.
He eased King onto the bed, and the kiss turned awkward as he helped King lift his casted leg onto the bed. He broke the kiss and stretched to his full height. He’d stayed there long enough to know the supplies King kept in his nightstand, but he also knew no one else was ever invited into King’s bed. That was his place—his right.
He fumbled with the handle as King stroked the monstrously thick girth of his cock. His ass clenched just thinking about the burn and pain, and, oh, how he wanted it. Years had passed, nights of nothing more than toys and his own hand to ease his need.
“Now, you’re going to go to your room and get your favorite toy and bring it back here.”
“Why?”
“I’m going to watch you get yourself ready for me.”
“No—”
“Yes, do as I say.�
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Oh fuck, King lay on the bed lazily stroking his cock and all he wanted to do was crawl between the man’s thighs, replace King’s hand with his mouth. The look on King’s face dared him to argue. He grabbed his cock and squeezed as he quickly made his way to his room.
Twelve
King Was Going to Lose his Fucking Mind
King lay there waiting for Linc to come back with his cock hard and leaking onto his hairy belly. It seemed as if he’d waited forever until Linc padded back into the room. His cheeks were pink as he held a flesh colored dildo in his hands. He opened the drawer and pulled out the lube.
“Lie down with your head at the foot of the bed, put one leg over me so I can watch you get that inside your tight ass.”
“King.”
“Do as I say. Do you like some pain, baby.”
“Yes.”
“Show me,” he ordered. He felt like a bastard, turned on by his man’s embarrassment, but he didn’t care. He wanted it all.
He held his breath as Linc positioned himself like he wanted Linc too. His fuzzy cheeks spread, he brought his hand to Linc’s hole and teased the coarse curls. The muscles jumped under his fingertips. Linc’s hands shook as the man spread lube onto his toy. Linc placed the blunt head and nudged, then Linc’s hips were lifting and pushing himself onto the toy. A shuddered breath from Linc nearly had him coming when the head of the fake cock pushed inside.
He loved every inch of Linc, the curve of his belly, and the softness of his thighs. He wrapped his hand around the base of the cock that Linc was shallowly fucking into his ass. Linc’s skin was already sweaty, and his cheeks flushed. He pushed and slammed the entire length into Linc’s ass. The man’s body bowed upward. He fucked his man hard and fast, listened to his pleas for mercy, but he didn’t feel remorse or gentleness. He remembered the taste of Linc, the heat of Linc’s abused cheeks, and the way the man humped the table wanting to get off.
That’s what he wanted, Linc to lose his mind, no longer be held by steely control. He needed Linc to be mindless and in that moment, no other. There wasn’t a time before this. No time they weren’t together. His cock jerked and continued to leak as his man writhed on the bed. Meeting each brutal slam of the dildo. King only pushed and pulled harder as he took in the swollen and red rim that was taking a pounding. Linc begged for more, pleaded for harder.
