Charlie’s hand squeezed Brad’s cock and Miles could swear he felt it in his own dick. “You’re so fucking hard, Brad. Tell him why.”
“Charlie…” if it was meant to sound angry, or even remotely like a threat, Brad failed spectacularly. It came out more like a breathy moan. Who the fuck would have thought the dynamics would change so completely? Charlie had Brad’s number, and he played him like a fucking fiddle.
“As soon as I’m better, I’m moving in with you…and I’ll demand you suck me off every morning.”
Charlie’s hand slipped under the waistband, and he took Brad’s cock out.
“Every single morning, I want your hot mouth around my cock, because damn, you suck me so good. And I’ll have you rim me.”
He fisted him, his hand around the top of Charlie’s cock, his thumb pressing on his slit. Miles watched in fascination as Brad closed his eyes, leaned into Charlie’s touch.
“I’ll have you eat me out, fuck my hole with your tongue until I can’t stand it no more. What do you say, Brad, you want your mouth on my hole?”
Brad moaned, the first time Miles had ever heard him make a sound like that. Charlie was jerking him off for real now, using the drops of precum Brad was producing.
“And when I’m so hard my cock could pound nails, I’ll nail you instead. I’m gonna bend you over and take your tight ass. You don’t need no prep, do you babe? Your hole was made to be fucked, and I’ll fuck it hard and deep. You know I got staying power, babe. I’ll fuck you till you can’t bear it no more.”
Brad bucked, his hips coming off the mattress. Charlie increased the tempo, fisting him hard and fast.
“Oh, you like that idea, huh? I knew you would. It’s what you live for, isn’t it? To be fucked. To have your mouth and your hole full of cum. That’s what you are, babe. You’re a little cum slut.”
With an inhuman roar, Brad came, his hips jerking and his body shaking like a leaf. The cum was flying out of his cock, landing everywhere. Thick, creamy spurts that showed Miles how long it had been since the guy had come. A week, at least, but probably longer.
Charlie slowly let go of Brad’s cock and rolled on his back, panting with effort.
“Charlie…” It was half a sob Brad let out, seeking Charlie’s cum-covered hand.
“I know, babe. I know. It’s okay.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what? For giving me a mind-blowing orgasm? For being sweet and kind? For taking such good care of me? You know I love you the way you are. Now, go clean up. You came all over yourself.”
“Yeah,” Brad sat slowly. He sat up, avoiding Miles’ eyes, rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
“What the fuck was that?” Miles asked, still trying to process what the hell had just happened.
Charlie sighed, wiping his hands off on the sheets. “That was his first orgasm in maybe three months.”
* * *
Growing up, Indy had always dreamt of having his own family one day. Not the fucked-up kind he grew up in, with a drug-dealing mom who sold him to pay off her debt. Hell, he didn’t even know who his dad was. One of his mom’s johns, probably, but he had no idea. She’d never said a word about him, and the few times he’d dared to ask, she’d exploded, so he’d learned to let it go. He’d wanted a real family, some day.
But now, as he looked around the yard, he realized he’d become part of a true family. It was a different kind, one forged not by blood but by choice, but a family it nonetheless was. It was Friday evening, and both his house and his heart were filled with friends who’d become family.
There was Noah, his strong man, willing to start from scratch to fulfill his dream to become a shrink. He was so protective of those he loved, willing to sacrifice everything. The love between them was deeper than Indy had dared hope for, and it still grew every day. He’d learned to handle his pain, though his stump had bothered him way less since the new amputation. It had healed well, and his mobility had improved. Still, the pain management course he’d taken had made a big difference in how he handled pain. Sex was no longer his go-to method.
Beside him, Connor was flipping burgers on the new grill. Built like a tank, he had the heart of a lion. Yet he had such a tender side, especially when it came to Josh. There was literally nothing this man wouldn’t do for the love of his life. Josh walked straighter because of him, had become more resilient.
Over on the grass, Blake had stretched out on a fleece blanket, simply enjoying the sun. Aaron lay curled up at his feet, reading a book. Every now and then Blake would scratch Aaron’s head, or rub his neck, and Aaron would send him a look so filled with gratitude it almost made Indy tear up. Theirs was anything but a conventional relationship, but damn if they didn’t make it work.
Miles had parked himself on a reclining chair, studying those around him. He was good at that, Indy had come to learn, figuring out patterns and relationships. No wonder, with his psychology degree. He was healing well, though still nowhere near his old self. Indy wondered what Miles would do when he got better, if he would return to his old job. He’d been so lonely, and had found friendships and relationships here he’d never had before.
Charlie was on an identical chair right beside him. Those two had sure hit it off. There was an easy familiarity between them, as if they’d known each other for years. Yet Indy had also caught Miles looking at Charlie with less-than-brotherly desire. Sure, the FBI agent was constantly horny, but this was something else, something deeper.
Brad was sulking on the grass with his back against a tree, Max at his feet. Indy still couldn’t figure out what his deal was. He was wicked smart for sure, kind to a fault when it came to Charlie, but there was always something aloof about him. You never felt like you got to see the real Brad, as if he was always holding something back. And he’d had some kind of falling out with Miles, or Charlie, or maybe even both. Considering his relationship with Miles, Indy’s money was on it having something to do with sex. Sex always complicated things, now didn’t it?
Suddenly long arms wrapped around him from behind, a tall body enveloping him. “Hey, baby,” Josh said. “What are you thinking about?”
“Family,” Indy said, sighing. He leaned back against Josh.
Josh chuckled. “It’s a bunch of kinky fuckers we’ve collected, isn’t it?”
“Much like ourselves,” Indy said.
“Yeah, we’re not much better, are we?”
They stood like that for a bit, watching their ragtag family. “I miss you,” Josh said.
Indy turned his head to look at him. “What do you mean?”
“Since Connor is back, we haven’t slept in the same bed, since he’s not working night shifts anymore. I miss that. I miss waking up with you draped all over me.”
Indy smiled. “I miss that, too.” He turned his back again, happy when Josh pulled him close like he had before. “So, Connor is turning into a bit of an exhibitionist, isn’t he?”
Josh laughed. “You mean what happened in the bathroom this morning?” Indy had walked in on Josh sucking Connor off. Considering they hadn’t locked the door, he was quite sure they’d wanted someone to see them.
“That, and yesterday’s hallway fuck.” Connor had fucked Josh against the wall—one of the most erotic sights Indy had ever seen.
“He won’t admit it, but he does get off on it. He likes to watch others as well. Fuck, he’d spank me for telling you this, but he loves watching you and Noah fuck. Yesterday, he happened to watch from the hallway as Brad went down on Miles in the living room. That’s what initiated the whole hallway fuck. He was so damn hard. It’s hard for him to let go of his inhibitions, I guess, but he’s getting there.”
“Good. He’s got little use for them in this household.”
“No shit. What’s up with those three?” Josh gestured toward Miles and Charlie, where Brad had now hesitantly taken up a spot at Charlie’s feet. The three of them were eating burgers, devourin
g them, to be more precise. “I’m picking up on some serious sexual tension there.”
“You too? I thought it was just me. I think Miles has got the hots for them both.”
“Charlie definitely has a thing for Brad,” Josh added.
“He does?” Indy asked.
“Fuck, yes. Watch those two interact. The way they kiss each other, that’s you and me, baby.”
Indy smiled, turned around in Josh’s arms. “But we’re not together,” he said, pouting.
Josh held out his hands. “Jump,” he said.
Indy smiled, jumped up and circled his legs around Josh’s waist. Josh’s hands held him tight on his ass. He pressed them together, Josh’s cock undeniably hard. Josh’s mouth came close to Indy’s ear, his breath causing goose bumps. “You know better, Indy. We are together. We always have been. And one of these days, Noah and Connor will see it, too.”
Exhilaration raced down Indy’s spine. Was Josh saying what Indy thought? Did he want him as much as Indy needed him?
“You and I, we’ll make love again, and we’ll let our men watch, because that’s how we roll. You’ll top me again, and we’ll kiss all fucking night long.”
Indy drew in a much needed breath, saw everything he needed to know painted on Josh’s face. “You think Connor will be okay with that?”
“If he gets to watch, hell yeah.”
Indy wasn’t so certain. “I thought he was jealous of me, of Noah, that he didn’t want to share you.”
“He was, but he’s changing. He’s starting to see that my love for you doesn’t take away from my love for him; it only adds to it.”
Indy couldn’t help it, he had to kiss him, had to taste that sweet mouth, feel that hot tongue against his. Josh let him in, kissed him back with equal parts desperation and sheer lust. They got lost in the kiss, their groins rubbing against each other until Indy’s entire world was the want thundering through his veins.
“Hey, you two, you wanna maybe get a room?” Noah called out.
They pulled back at the same time, breathless. Indy turned to look at Noah and found him watching them with love, probably mixed in with lust as well, but no anger. He let his gaze wander further, to Connor. He looked surprised, but not mad either.
“Fuck, you’re right,” he whispered.
Josh waited till he had Indy’s attention again, then slowly and deliberately kissed him one last time—a hot, wet, searing kiss. “Soon.” He lowered Indy to the floor. “I think your man needs a quick fuck. I know mine does, and I’m willing to oblige since you’ve got me so damn hard.” He slapped Indy’s ass playfully. “Off you go.”
Indy shook his head, smiling. What had gotten into Josh? He loved this sexy, confident side of him. Still, letting his ass get slapped like that was beneath his dignity. He spun around, hooked Josh’s legs and took him down on the grass, rolling on top of him and pinning him down securely. Josh looked shocked for a second, then burst out laughing.
“Uncle,” he said.
Indy rolled off him. “You’re no fun,” he said. “Too easy.”
He jumped to his feet. Fuck, he had too much energy, needed to burn some off. He looked at Brad. “You wanna have a go?”
Brad smiled. “Do I look stupid to you? Pick someone your own skill level, like my brother.”
Indy put his hands on his hips, shot Blake a smile. “You wanna play?”
Blake shook his head. “Sorry, but not right now. I’ll kick your ass some other time.”
He pouted, still bursting with energy. And his dick was still so fucking hard. Maybe he should take the man up on his advice. He sauntered over to Noah, who was watching him with an amused smile. Connor had walked off to discuss something with Brad, from the looks of it. The last few yards, Indy ran, then jumped, Noah catching him with ease.
“Hey babe,” Noah said, holding him tight. Indy circled his arms around Noah’s neck, wrapped his legs around his waist like he’d done with Josh minutes before. “Little horny from making out with Josh?
Noah knew him so well. “You could reap the benefits?” Indy said hopefully.
Noah laughed. “I’m second choice, huh?”
Indy sobered. Would Noah really think that?
“I’m teasing you, babe. It’s fine. Connor’s not ready yet.”
What the hell? How could Noah possibly know what he and Josh had been talking about? “Can you read lips or something?” Indy asked.
“No. But I can read you and Josh pretty well. The two of you have been patient, babe. Hold off a little longer. Connor will get there if you give him time.”
Indy saw nothing but love and understanding in Noah’s eyes. “You’re okay with this,” he said slowly.
“Yes. Completely. You love us both, and I get that. Your heart is big enough for us both, and so is Josh’s. You are special, the two of you, and I won’t stand in the way of that.”
“I love you,” Indy breathed against Noah’s lips.
“I know, babe. And I love you, too. Now, let’s go inside so you can use me to release your sexual frustration. It’s a dirty job, but I’m willing to sacrifice myself.”
Noah carried him inside, Indy peppering his face with kisses. His heart was bursting at the seams, and he couldn’t do enough to make Noah feel the depth of his love. They didn’t make it further than the couch, where Noah unceremoniously dumped him.
Indy whipped off his shirt, dragged down his shorts and boxers in one move. He yanked the drawer under the coffee table open, where he found the bottle of lube he needed. Meanwhile, Noah had undressed as well, though he’d left his prosthesis on. Indy squirted some lube out, coated Noah’s cock, smeared the rest on his own hole.
He kneeled on hands and knees, opened his ass wide. “I need you inside me, Noah. Now.”
Noah’s hot, strong body covered his, as his cock lined up. “I love it when you go all bossy on me. You don’t need prep?”
Indy shook his head. “Nah. Go slow.”
There were times when he needed Noah to take his time, but right now, he wanted to feel the burn, wanted to be reminded how lucky he was with the men he’d found. Noah’s cock pushed in, breached his outer ring as Indy breathed out, welcoming him. Noah inched in, completely in tune with Indy’s body, as always.
“Fuck, Indy, I’ll never get enough of this. Ever,” Noah whispered, covering Indy completely with his body. “You fit me like a glove.”
He filled Indy completely, bottoming out. Indy breathed away the burn, until there was nothing but fullness. Noah moved slowly, every stroke deep and precise. Indy had wanted a quickie, but what he got was infinitely more. It was Noah’s love song, sending Indy higher and higher until he shattered, spilling his load. Only then did Noah finish with a few deep thrusts, filling him with his seed.
He stayed inside him as they calmed down, kissing his nape, his shoulders. “Even if I were your second choice, Indy, I’d take it any day over not having you at all. You make me complete, baby.”
He moved out of Indy, giving him room to turn around. Indy ended up with his bare ass in his own cum, but he didn’t care. He kissed Noah, sweet and tender. His heart was finally at peace, knowing he could have it all.
11
They had ended up in Miles’ room. After everyone had left, Charlie had wanted to watch TV, but it seemed Indy had had a little…accident on the couch. Yeah, right. They’d fucked on that damn couch, that much was clear. Josh had taken the covers off to wash, so Charlie and Miles had retreated to Miles’ room to watch a movie, and Brad had trailed along, not knowing what else to do.
It had been fun, though, watching Miss Congeniality together. Charlie had kept a running commentary on the hairdo’s, makeup, and dresses, while Miles had chimed in with everything the movie got wrong about the FBI—but in a fun way. Brad had watched and listened, feeling strangely included even though he never spoke a word. He’d been literally between them, as if they hadn’t want to give him an easy way to escape.
Charlie had promptly fall
en asleep near the end of the movie, and Brad hadn’t had the heart to wake him so they could relocate. Miles had fallen asleep a while ago as well, his face turned toward Brad. Even Max had settled in in a corner of the room, deeply asleep. So he’d sucked up his own unease, and had tried to will himself to sleep, so far unsuccessfully.
The fact that Charlie felt so comfortable with Miles said a lot. It seemed he really was developing a thing for Miles. Brad couldn’t fault him. Miles was hot, first of all. Insanely hot. Tall, blond, ripped—how the fuck could you not love that? Brad’s insides jumped up every time the guy smiled at him. The dude was smart, too. And fucking stubborn.
He had to be getting uncomfortable by now. That little show Indy and Josh had put up—that had been scorching hot. Even Brad’s cock had stirred. Briefly, but still. If it turned him on, he could only imagine what it had done to Miles.
Hell, Indy and Noah had gone for a quickie, Brad had seen Josh and Connor return with flushed cheeks half an hour later, and even Blake and Aaron had disappeared for a few minutes. Everyone had gotten off, it seemed, except the three of them. Miles had to be bursting to unload.
So Brad would wait. He had the patience. All he had to do was wait till it became unbearable for Miles, and then he’d give in. It felt cruel, if he was honest, but what was the alternative? Giving in to Miles’ ultimatum to share why he was willing to humiliate himself and pleasure him? Yeah, so not happening. It was nobody’s business, but his own.
Charlie knew, but that was only because Brad had gotten drunk that one time when it had all become too much, and he’d spilled the beans. And even then, he hadn’t told him all of it. Sure, Charlie said he loved Brad, and he knew that to be true, but how long would that last if Charlie knew it all? If Charlie knew what a sick fuck Brad was deep down, that love would soon disappear.
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