by J. M. Dabney
“Tell me you want me to make it hurt.”
“Make it hurt, please, fuck, King—”
Linc grabbed his legs behind his knees and pulled them to his chest. He’d never seen anything as beautiful.
“You want my cock, baby.”
“Yes.” Linc’s answer was barely a hiss.
He roughly jerked the toy out, quickly sheathed his cock, and then Linc was on him. Desperate and shaking, and then his man was sliding down his dick. Strangling the fucking shaft. He cursed his broken leg because he wanted to push Linc to his back and fuck the man, make him scream and cry. Taste the tears on his cheeks. He wanted that—craved it.
“Ride me hard and fast. You can take it.”
He pinched at Linc’s hard nipples as the man bounced up and down. Linc’s thighs were straining, and his hard, dripping dick was leaving wetness on both their bellies.
Stroking his hands down until he could wrap his hands around Linc’s sides, his fingers digging into the softness. He loved it.
Linc’s uninhibitedness was sexy as fuck. His head thrown back, his back arched, and the man rode him with abandon. Linc’s skin was slick under his palms. He tightened his stomach muscles and curled upward to wrap his arms around Linc, and a strong embrace encircled his neck. Strong fingers sank into his damp hair, and he controlled Linc’s movements. The man’s ass was tight around his cock, and he pulled and pushed on and off his dick. His face was buried against Linc’s throat, and Linc’s chin rested on the top of his head.
“Fuck, that’s s’good, baby, squeeze for me,” he ordered, and Linc did as he asked.
They both grunted, and he didn’t know how long he could last, so he forced a hand between their bodies and took Linc’s cock in his hand. He jacked it in time with Linc taking his length. On every lift of Linc’s body, the man tightened his ass nearly making him fucking come, but not until his man did. He’d waited too fucking long for this. He wanted everything his man could give him.
His free hand smoothed down Linc’s back until his fingers bracketed his dick. The next downward movement, he pushed three fingers inside alongside his shaft.
“Like that, boy?” he asked.
“Uh huh.” The words broke on a dirty little whimper until a scream broke the symphony of their grunts and moans while seed coated his hand and their bellies.
That’s all it took, the sounds of his man getting off, the vice-like tightness around his fingers and dick, and he emptied into the condom. Then he collapsed back on the bed with Linc sprawled across his chest.
“I think you broke me,” Linc’s husky whisper fanned his sweaty chest.
He chuckled and eased from Linc’s body. The man flinched, and he kissed Linc’s shoulder, then the man’s bearded cheek.
“In an hour, you’ll be ready for round two.”
“I’m going to go get something to clean us up. I’ll be right back.”
He felt a little smug as Linc struggled to get up and his legs seemed a bit wobbly. As Linc left the room, he closed his eyes and rubbed his hand through the come on his stomach. He was a sweaty mess, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever felt that relaxed.
His eyes popped open as Linc removed the condom and then gently cleaned him up. Even if his leg wasn’t broken, he wouldn’t have wanted to move. He studied Linc’s face, the handsome features and the small crinkles at the corners of his eyes. He’d never seen a man he thought was more gorgeous than Linc was to him. He loved everything about him, the soft curve of his belly and the thick mat of hair that covered him from collarbones to waist. Loved the silver threading through it. The man took his fucking breath away from the minute he’d met him, and nothing had changed in the ten years that followed.
“Get in bed with me,” he ordered he stretched his arm out and waited for Linc to take the spot beside him.
He held his breath until Linc was curled up to his side. That isn’t something he’d done with anyone else. Linc was the only man he’d ever envisioned spending the night with and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass by. He was secretly terrified that after the passion and lust faded, when the afterglow was gone, that Linc might panic and run from him.
No way could he handle that, so he tucked Linc tight against him and turned his head to brush a featherlight caress to Linc’s forehead.
“Go to sleep, baby, I want to hold you while I sleep.”
He smiled as he let his eyes drift closed and enjoyed the moment, inhaled the musk of Linc’s scent. A perfect mix of man, sweat, and sex. Whatever happened in the morning, that right there, would be burned into his brain because it was his man. Tomorrow would take care of itself.
Thirteen
Morning After
Linc was terrified to move. King had him notched against his side, and he didn’t want to ruin the moment. The night before was more than he’d ever dreamed of and he woke up to find that it was real. Part of him was having a bit of a meltdown yet the other eased into contentment. He finally had his man. A decade of unattainable fantasies of a life with King and it was all right there. His mouth pulled into a smile as he scrubbed his cheek on King’s chest, and the thick hair teased his nose and lips. He tightened his arm around King, and he tensed as the man groaned.
“How long have you been awake?” King then brushed a kiss to his forehead.
“For a little while. I didn’t move because I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Or were you having a little panic session?”
He wouldn’t admit it for anything, but when he did wake up, he waited for that moment of fear. The one that said this was a one-night stand. He’d quickly swept the thought away. This was King. A man he’d secretly loved for nearly a decade.
“Asshole, I wasn’t panicking. I was just enjoying the cuddling.”
In his gut, he had a feeling King didn’t exactly believe him. The thing about King was the man wouldn’t call him on it. King always took into account his feelings. Always made sure he was okay even when King was out on the road.
“Well, honey, you can cuddle me anytime, anywhere.”
“Are we good?”
“I thought last night was proof we were good.”
“Think with a portion of your body that’s not your dick, although, it probably takes up a majority of the blood supply.” He snorted as King’s chest puffed under his head.
“Aw, you’re saying I have a big dick, ain’t you a sweet talker.”
“Of course you’d take that as a compliment.”
“What man wouldn’t take his man liking his dick as a compliment?”
“Okay, there is that.”
“Totally going to throw out that toy now, nothing is better than the real thing, baby.”
“I’ll keep it for memories alone. I can’t believe you made me do that.”
“You know you fucking loved it.”
He did. In his thirty-odd years, he’d never played with himself in front of anyone. Hell, he’d never gotten a spanking in his adult life. He rolled his eyes as he realized the list of what he hadn’t done could get long if he thought about it too much.
“You’re sleeping in my bed from now on.” King’s voice didn’t offer room for argument.
“What about Mal? What are we going to tell him about Uncle Linc sleeping in his daddy’s bed?”
He didn’t know if he was ready to do the whole I’m your daddy’s boyfriend conversation. Mal was a great kid. He understood that love was love, that King would one day get a boyfriend, and that Melanie would someday bring home a boyfriend or girlfriend. With the way the kid grew up and the extended family Mal had, he didn’t really pay much attention to the husband or wife label.
“We’ll tell him you’re my partner just like Ben is Psycho’s, or Scary and Tank are Elijah’s. This doesn’t have to be a big deal if we don’t make it one. You know our kid doesn’t worry about shit like that.”
He rolled his lips between his teeth to hide his grin at King calling Mal their kid. It shouldn
’t be a surprise. Melanie and King had included him since Mal was born.
“I always thought about him as my kid. The moment I held him in the hospital is one of the best memories I’ve ever had.”
“Are we done with all that doubting bullshit? Because I gotta tell you, you’re stressing me out. I found a gray hair.”
He turned his head and sat his chin on King’s chest, he studied the dark strands and not one gray hair. He tugged the man’s long goatee. “Well now that you mentioned it, there is that gray patch, right…there.”
“What fucking gray patch?”
He started laughed as King tried to roll from the bed. He wrapped his arm around King and kept him lying down.
“You’re so vain.”
“How the hell am I supposed to be your boy toy with gray hair and all? You’ll find a younger twenty-something model.”
“Did we forget that you’re only three months passed twenty-something?”
“True, I have at least another six months before I’m over the hill.”
“I’m the one speeding toward forty.”
“My sexy older man,” King growled and pulled him onto his chest.
King’s hands twisted in his hair and pulled his mouth down onto his roughly. It was out of control and hard, all tongue and teeth. His cock stiffened and pushed to King’s naked hip. He combed his fingers through the thick mat of hair covering King’s powerful chest and tugged, pinched King’s pebbled nipple between his index and middle fingers.
He swallowed King’s greedy sounds. He moaned as he slipped his hand beneath the sheet and fisted King’s thick dick, squeezing as he jacked the length. King broke the kiss and pressed his head back into the mattress.
“Fuck, baby, don’t stop,” King pleaded.
King’s big hand grabbed his ass cheek and forced him to rut against his hip. He sucked at the line of King’s exposed throat. He was greedy. Years of denying who and what he wanted. King grunted and thrust shallowly in the tight clasp of his fingers.
“Goddamn, get your fucking ass up here.” King scooted down the bed.
He didn’t argue as he released King’s length and shifted until he straddled King’s face. His eyes rolled back in his head as King swallowed him whole. It took him a second to get his thoughts together. He wrapped his hand around the thick base and brought it to his lips.
He matched King lick for lick, suck for suck. He thrust repeatedly hitting the back of King’s throat. Too soon his sac drew up, his skin tingled, and he ached so badly it was excruciating. He shook as his belly flattened to King’s chest and his hips lifted and fell. He tongued the silky skin of King’s cock, then pushed his tongue into the slit to taste the pre-come that flooded his mouth. He came with embarrassing quickness, and he hugged King’s thighs as King came with a deep growl that teased his oversensitive dick.
Before he collapsed, he rolled to the side and onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. King’s arm stretched out to hug the curve of his belly.
“That’s the way to wake up. I require that every day.”
He threw his forearm over his eyes and tried to catch his breath softly chuckling as King leisurely rubbed his hairy stomach. He barely moved as he felt King sit up.
“Hey, honey,” King whispered.
“What?” He moved his arm just enough to peek at King out of one eye.
“Promise me you’ll be in my bed every night and every morning.”
Something about the look on King’s face, the not so subtle insecurity, and he pushed up from the bed, resting his chin on King’s shoulder.
“I wouldn’t think of being anywhere else.”
“I love you. I know I’ve told you for years, but I always meant it different than you took it.”
He twined his right around King’s neck and pressed their foreheads together. “I imagined you meant it differently. I love you too.”
“Not exactly the way I imagined telling you. The leg fucked up my plan to take you out on dates and midnight rides. Slowly seduce you into loving me.”
“You didn’t have to seduce me. It was always there.”
“I’m going to clean up and then make you breakfast.”
“I’ll make breakfast, and you handle the coffee. You’re staying on that leg too much. I expect a ride soon. You haven’t taken me since before Mal was born.”
“I’ll remedy that as soon as possible. Promise.”
A tender kiss grazed his lips, and then King got up, used the crutches to head for the bathroom. He observed his man until King disappeared and he flopped back on the bed. The goofy grin he knew was on his face didn’t faze him at all. King loved him. Wanted him and he wanted King. Finally, life was going the way it was supposed to. He sprawled out his limbs stretching wide before he rolled from bed and went to get breakfast started. They’d have to go get Mal soon.
Fourteen
So, I Can Call Him Daddy?
He finally wrenched his son away from Rage and Gunner. Fuck, it was like the twins were never going to see Mal again. He didn’t give those little shits his back. He wouldn’t put it past them to shiv him to get Mal back. He chuckled as he saw the mini-psychopaths plotting his demise from the front porch. Their arms crossed over their Brawlers t-shirts and their tiny fists clenched.
“I’d hurry up and strap Mal in,” Linc whispered in his ear and smiled indulgently as the man watched Rage and Gunner.
Mal’s big blue eyes hadn’t left the porch. His son looked as heartbroken as the twins.
“Mal, you can play with them another day, I promise.”
“I know, but I don’t like when they’re mad.”
His kid was empathetic as hell. Mal picked up on moods quickly, and he was a natural nurturer. He actually balanced Rage and Gunner out.
“Do you ever think that we might have two sons-in-law when they get older?”
“Don’t even think it. Can you imagine?”
He really couldn’t, Rage and Gunner were a lot like Psycho, mini-replicas. Psycho had known Ben was his from the moment the giant spotted the cute baker. From that day forward Psycho was hopeless devoted. To be honest, he loved that his son had such close friends his own age. His son was a bit shy around kids other than the crew kids.
“I don’t want to. My son isn’t dating until he’s fifty or I’m dead, so I don’t have to deal with it.”
“You’re not going to be one of those dads, are you?”
“Yes, yes I am.”
“Even if he turned out to like girls instead of boys?”
“Yes, even then.”
Linc circled around the van, and he watched the man from the corner of his eye as Linc slipped into the front seat. He finished making sure Mal was secure. He closed the door and maneuvered himself into the passenger seat. His cast couldn’t come off soon enough. He was getting tired of hobbling around and the non-stop itching. He also wanted to fuck his man when and where he wanted without having to think about his damn leg.
He fastened his seatbelt and leaned his head back on the rest.
“I saw you and Uncle Linc kissing.”
Linc jerked but kept his gaze forward. He turned as far as he could in the seat. Mal was playing with a few toys cars running them up and down his extended legs.
“What do you think about that?”
Mal had a cute little scrunchy frown on his face. It was the look his son got when they were having serious conversations. Melanie, Linc, and he had always instilled a sense of safety where Mal could come to them for whatever. If anything bothered Mal, they wanted to know, and they needed Mal to understand nothing was off-limits. They’d decided to start early so that when the crazy teen years came around, he’d be comfortable in approaching them.
“I can call him Daddy?”
“Is that what you want?”
“He’s like a Daddy. He tucks me in. Picks me up from daycare. Kisses my boo-boos. He takes care of me when you and Mom work.”
“Why don’t you ask him? I’m sure he’d love
for you to call him Daddy.”
“Uncle Linc?”
“Yes, Mal?”
“Can I call you Daddy Linc?”
King darted a glance to Linc as the man pulled to the side of the road. Tears were streaming down his cheeks to get caught in his closely trimmed beard. The man was out of the belt and squeezing through the small space between the seats. A huge smile curved his mouth even as tears slipped from the corners of his eyes as he watched Linc cup their son’s face. Linc stared into the boy’s eyes.
“I would love if you’d call me Daddy. You’re one of the best things I’ve ever gotten in my life.”
Linc hugged Mal to him, and Linc turned his head to look at him. The mouthed thank you was unnecessary. He was ecstatic that his family was officially whole.
“I can’t breathe,” Mal wheezed.
He chuckled as Linc released Mal and turned bright red.
“Sorry.”
“That’s okay, hugs mean you’re happy right?”
He groaned since that was a Psycho question if he ever heard one. Maybe it was time to cut down on visits.
“Very happy. What do you say we go celebrate with ice cream?”
“Yes,” Mal squealed.
He didn’t take his eyes off Linc through the process of getting back in the driver’s seat to the short trip to town to the ice cream shop. He didn’t bother getting out, just opened the door and swung his legs out as Linc and Mal headed inside to order. He pulled his phone from his pocket and made the call he’d been waiting on.
“Is it time for Vegas?” Melanie’s voice was almost as excited as Mal was for the ice cream trip.
“What if I said it was?”
“I’d say it was about fucking time, man. I’m so excited.”
