Resisting Double Trouble (North Bay Pursuits Book 8)

by Kenzi Bond

  “Good, because I need you so much right now,” he growled deeply.

  It took everything in Dean to not rub his erection against Drake’s leg, right there on the dance floor in front of everyone. He had never been so turned on in his life. He didn’t realize he was shaking until Drake rubbed his arms.

  “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything. Sorry if I went too fast.”

  Dean realized Drake had misunderstood the shiver for fear. “I’m two seconds from wrapping my legs around you and rubbing against you like a cat in heat. I’m barely holding it together. I want to go home with you. I want to make love with you. There’s nothing I want more.” He barely recognized his harsh, lust-filled voice.

  Drake swallowed. “Then, I aim to please. Do you need to say goodbye to anyone, or can we leave?”

  “I should say goodbye to my parents, but there is no way I’m speaking to them with this hard-on. Let’s slip out the back. I’ll send them a text later. I’m going to embarrass myself if we don’t leave right now.” Dean pulled on Drake’s arm, leading him through the crowd. When people tried to stop him, he smiled but kept walking. “Out this way,” he said, pointing to a closed door.

  As they made their way outside, Dean spotted Beau and Malcolm leaning against the limo. He was so surprised by the look the two were sharing, he stumbled over his own feet. If it weren’t for Drake holding his hand, he would have landed face-first on the ground. Beau was looking at Malcolm as if he was the most important man in the world. With a brief flash of trepidation, Dean wondered if their love for the Tallon brothers would be the one thing that could come between them.

  Beau looked up and spotted him. Smiling, he flicked his eyes to where Drake was holding his hand and back to Dean’s face. No words were needed. The bond between the twins was an unbreakable force. Each cared more about the happiness of the other than they did their own. Nothing would come between them.

  Gazing at his brother, Dean noticed a red hue spread across Beau’s cheeks. The more he stared, the redder Beau grew.

  Beau covered his face. “Stop looking at me,” he said.

  “Hmm, what have you two been up to to put that look on my brother’s face?” Dean asked Malcolm.

  “Not for you to know, busybody. Get in the car. This old man needs to get home.” Malcolm held the door open, and Drake climbed in first, holding his hand out for Dean.

  Stepping into the limo, he sat beside Drake, snuggling up against his hard body, feeling that familiar shiver at the contact.

  Malcolm and Beau sat opposite. The four watched each other silently. Dean thought back to the night they had demanded the collars. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Their dreams were different now. He turned to Drake. “Just so we’re clear, we don’t want you to be our masters,” he said.

  Drake held his face between his gentle hands, raising Dean’s chin so he could look into his eyes. “I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. I want to be with you as an equal. Malcolm feels the same way about Beau,” he said.

  Drake took a deep breath and let it out. “I should have said this earlier. I love you.”

  They reached for each other, the kiss a gentle brush of lips. Drake nibbled at Dean’s bottom lip, drawing a groan from Dean that felt like it was pulled from his very existence. Drake’s hand cupped the back of his head, fingers stroking through his hair before closing in a firm fist. Dean climbed on top of Drake, straddling his legs as Drake deepened the kiss.

  “God, you make me lose all sense of control. I’m addicted to your lips,” Drake whispered urgently.

  Feeling a surge of confidence, Dean ran his hands over Drake’s chest. “I love you, too. So much.” His hands explored Drake’s body. There was strength under his fingers, muscles tensing with each stroke. The feel and taste of Drake were becoming overwhelming.

  Drake grasped his seeking hands. “Thank god, we’re here.” He gave Dean one more kiss before moving Dean off his lap.

  Dean couldn’t think straight. He’d forgotten all about the others in the car. His focus was on fulfilling his fantasies.

  Drake stopped his persistent touches by gripping his wrists in one hand. Even that caused tingles to spread throughout his body, he pouted at being denied.

  Realizing Drake wasn’t going to give in, Dean focused on his surroundings. They had pulled up outside a single-story home with expansive windows. It was too dark to see the home clearly, but it looked massive.

  Eagerly, he stepped out of the car, letting Drake lead him.

  Unlocking the door, Drake turned and stared at Dean intently. “Welcome home, boys.” He pushed the door open and pulled Dean inside.

  Dean glanced around the foyer, taking in the pale green walls and warm, hardwood floors. It looked open and inviting, with a white wood storage bench as the focal point of the room. Looking up, he was surprised to see the stars through the skylight. He imagined it would let ample light through during the day. To the left, an arched doorway led into a sunken living room.

  Feeling a hand on his back moving him in that direction, he looked down at his feet. “Let me take off my shoes first.” Sitting on the storage bench, he removed his shoes and socks, placing them beside Beau’s, who had removed his, too. He still couldn’t believe he was here in Drake and Malcolm’s home.

  He glanced up and found Drake staring at him intently. As much as Dean wanted to explore the home, he had other pressing needs. “If you don’t mind, can we skip the tour until tomorrow?” Drake asked.

  Drake took a shaky breath. “Hell yes.” He claimed Dean’s mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue moving sensually against Dean’s before he broke away. “Come with me.”

  Too focused on following Drake, Dean didn’t take much interest in his surroundings as they walked through the house. His sole focus was on Drake and what they were going to do. His need was becoming a physical ache. He must have made some sort of noise because Drake stopped and kissed him deeply. Drake’s body was so hard against his. Wrapping his arms around Drake, he held on tight. He felt his world tilt as Drake lifted him and carried him the final steps toward the bedroom. There was no fear, only a burning need with each touch.

  “Soon, honey, I promise. You’re so beautiful when you look at me like that,” Drake said. “Is this okay? We can just sleep together without making love. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for.”

  Dean let out a nervous chuckle. “It’s our time. I don’t want to waste it with second guesses. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”

  25

  Malcolm

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  fter his brother left the room, Malcolm let his gaze be caught by Beau’s intense stare. The younger man was looking at him like a starving man. The tip of his pink tongue darted out and licked across his bottom lip, leaving a sheen of moisture. Malcolm groaned and took a step forward, eager to run his own tongue along the same path. Beau’s raised hand stopped him in his tracks.

  “There’s something I need to say first,” he said, running his hands down his thighs in a nervous gesture. “I’m not backing out. I just need to know what you were expecting.” He lifted his chin in challenge. “Because I’ve thought about nothing but fucking you since we met.”

  Malcolm smiled. It looked like his brave little kitten had grown into a tiger over the years.

  “Is that right? I’ve had a similar fantasy, truth be told.” It was so hard to stand still and let Beau take control. Watching Beau walk toward him was a torturous test of restraint.

  “Do you have any idea how often I’ve imagined this night?” Or maybe you do.” Beau leaned in, his breath hot in Malcolm’s ear as his fingers stroked the neatly trimmed beard. “Did you read my journal when I sent it to you, Mal? Six months ago, when I sent it to you, I wanted you to read my words and know how many ways I wanted to fuck you.” he whispered seductively.

  Malcolm had read Beau’s journal. The words painted a distinct image of his desires. There was no mistaking that Beau didn’t dream of bottoming.
His words were explicit in his craving to top. To hold Malcolm down and fuck him hard. The images the words described had been his focus on many nights as he pleasured himself. He had been surprised at first when he read the wicked thoughts written in neat penmanship. The more he read the visceral words, the more he realized that his little tiger knew precisely what he wanted.

  Malcolm sucked in his breath as Beau stroked his cock through his slacks. “And are you okay with what I want? Or do you think I’ll give up on the dream of fucking you?” Beau asked.

  As the delicate fingers closed tightly around his cock, Malcolm threw back his head. He knew if he looked at that wicked grin right now, he would embarrass himself. The grip tightened painfully as he concentrated on slowing his breathing.

  “I asked you a question,” Beau said.

  It was hard to think. Meeting Beau’s eyes, he managed to respond. “You more than anyone should know not to assume.” He moaned as he was rewarded with a caress. “I know what you want. It’s what I want. I’m verse but prefer to bottom. I’m desperate to have you in me.”

  The fingers stopped their torture, and Malcolm almost screamed when Beau stepped back.

  “Then why are we waiting? Take me to your room. I need to be in you.”

  Unable to control the growl that left his throat, he lifted Beau up and threw him over his shoulder, causing a surprised laugh from Beau. He felt primal in his need to be with him.

  Beau laughed out loud. “Nice view I have here,” he commented, running his hands over Mal’s backside. “So firm and round…and mine.”

  Mal had to stop and focus. The words threatened to make him come undone before they even got to the room. “So help me, you’re going to be the death of me.” He took the hall that led to his room and hurried toward his goal.

  Beau let out another laugh as he was dumped unceremoniously on the king-size bed. He settled back and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing a smooth, unblemished chest and narrow waist.

  “Get your clothes off, Mal,” Beau demanded.

  Mal swallowed down the moan that rose in his throat. Every word Beau spoke called to him. He hurried to comply. Standing before Beau naked, he took his cock in a firm grip. He was proud of his body. He worked hard to keep himself fit and was pleased to see the heat in Beau’s eyes as he looked him over.

  “Where do you want me?” he asked. His voice shook with need.

  Beau’s damn pink tongue ran enticingly across his bottom lip again. “Hell yeah. I knew you’d be perfect. I love how masculine you are,” he said, his eyes running over Malcolm’s chest and down his legs.

  In his younger days, Malcolm had been self-conscious about his hairy body. He’d spent endless hours waxing in an attempt to fit in with what he thought others wanted. Older and wiser, he now went utterly natural. He was glad he’d kept the chest hair as he saw the lust in Beau’s eyes.

  Beau continued to look over Malcolm’s body. “So perfect. Come here, baby.”

  Mal climbed on the bed. His heart pounded loudly, and he wondered if he could die from pleasure. His eyes traveled over Beau, marveling at the stark contrast of his darker skin against the paleness of Beau’s. His fingers trailed over Beau’s chest, feeling a surge of satisfaction as Beau leaned into the touch. Looking at Beau’s small, well-defined body, Malcolm admitted that he had grown into a stunning man.

  “You’re beautiful. When I look at you, I don’t understand how I ever resisted you in the first place.” A sliver of doubt slipped into his mind, reminding him that maybe Beau should be with someone his own age.

  All thoughts flew out of his head when Beau growled and rolled over on top of Malcolm, pinning his larger body to the bed. Their lips met in a frantic kiss, Beau muttering in frustration when he tried to take his own slacks off without letting Mal go. Finally, he pulled back and finished the task.

  Seeing Beau’s confidence was driving Malcolm wild.

  Looking at the matching bedside tables, Beau raised his eyebrow. “Which one holds the lube and condoms?” he asked.

  Malcolm was rewarded with a happy laugh when he responded, “Both.”

  Beau reached into the nearest drawer and dropped the tube on the bed beside the condom packet. “Tell me what you like. I want to know how to make this good for you,” he said.

  Malcolm gripped his cock, running his thumb over the sensitive head, collecting the precum. Beau reached for Mal’s thumb and pulled it into his mouth, sucking the liquid with a moan. Mal’s head spun as the need to come drowned out all thoughts. He wet his dry lips. “Stretch me a little. Use two fingers, don’t be shy. Make me feel the burn.”

  Beau poured the liquid on his fingers and slid them down Malcolm’s crack. Heat and desire pooled in Malcolm’s gut as Beau slid his fingers inside. Although hesitant at first, the questing fingers became surer as they found Mal’s prostate quickly. Lightning flashed behind his closed eyes.

  “That good?” Beau asked.

  Malcolm nodded. He was consumed by his responses to Beau. It was hard to tell that this was Beau’s first time.

  “More, I need more. I’m ready—take me, Beau, please.”

  Beau’s face flushed as he picked up the condom. Seeing his hesitation, Malcolm reached for the packet. “Let me…”

  As he smoothed the condom over Beau’s erection, his fingers trembled. He felt his ass clench in eagerness. Any minute now, he would be filled.

  Beau didn’t hesitate. He lined up and pushed in slowly. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Feels amazing. Oh fuck, this feels so good!”

  Malcolm couldn’t speak. It had been so long since he had given himself to another. “You’ve got to move. I’m so close.”

  Beau pushed Malcolm’s thighs up and surged forward. The thrusts from the smaller man were surprisingly powerful as they became harder. Over the roaring in his ears, he heard Beau say he loved him. Every time Malcolm nearly reached his peak, Beau would pull back and slow the pace. It was driving him insane. Using his heels, he urged Beau to a faster rhythm. His balls pulled tight, and his stomach muscles tensed as his back arched off the bed, a mind-blowing orgasm working through him. Goddammit, he hadn’t even touched himself.

  A few short thrusts later, Beau shouted in pleasure, spilling into the condom. Malcolm wished there was nothing between them. The thought of Beau’s cum dripping from his ass had his cock twitching.

  Beau had literally rocked his world. He felt Beau pulling out of him and mourned the loss. He raised his head, drawing Beau down for a kiss that lacked the urgency from earlier but was just as intense. This kiss was full of promise and love.

  “Was it okay?” Beau asked, suddenly shy.

  Malcolm chuckled. “If you were any more perfect, I would have passed out from pleasure. I don’t want you to ever leave my bed. Maybe you can move in, and we can get a maid to serve us so we never have to get up.”

  Beau grinned. “Hold that thought. I’ll get you a washcloth.” With the energy of youth, Beau sprang from the bed and disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. Malcolm heard the tap turn on, and a moment later, Beau was back. He took great care cleaning up Mal’s body. After returning the washcloth to the bathroom, he curled in snugly beside Malcolm before picking up the conversation.

  “I’ll move in whenever you’re ready. Just say the word. You say you’re all in. Well, so am I.”

  Could it be this easy? Malcolm and his brother had discussed how long they would wait before pushing for a commitment from their men. The last thing they had wanted was to push too fast.

  “Are you saying you want to move in with me?” he asked.

  The hand stroking Malcolm’s chest stilled. Beau sat up and stared at him. “Are you asking me to move in?”

  “Yes. I want you and your brother both here. We even created a place with you in mind. Come with me. I want to show you something.”

  They quickly got dressed. Malcolm took Beau’s hand before leading him back down the hall. He pointed behind him as he spoke. “This wing is ours. As you know, there�
��s a master bedroom, bathroom, and a small living space.”

  He pointed down another hall. “That’s Drake and Dean’s wing. It’s identical to ours. The only difference is Drake chose brighter colors in his décor. And this way,” he said, pointing to another hall, “is for you and your brother. It used to be a large entertainment room, but we had it redesigned so you could have a space to call your own. You have your own bathroom, an extra-large bedroom, and a communal area for relaxing or having friends over.”

  The look of excitement on Beau’s face made Malcolm realize how right they were to include this area in the renovations.

  “Our own space? You mean you wouldn’t mind if I wanted to hang out with just Dean?”

  “That’s exactly what I’m saying. Drake and I want you to be comfortable here.” He placed a kiss on Beau’s tantalizing lips. “Go have a look at your space.”

  As he watched Beau rush off down the hall, Malcolm crossed his fingers that Beau would like the area they had created.

  Beau flitted around, eagerly investigating everything. He ran his hand over the large sofa with its oversized cushions. An extension on one end was big enough for Beau and Dean to lie side by side. Thrown over the back of the couch were a couple of boldly colored blankets. The room was painted in a pale yellow, one wall decorated with paintings of nature and the opposite side opening up to an enclosed courtyard with garden seating. The wall straight ahead led to the bedroom. The whole area was designed for relaxation.

  Hearing a noise behind him, Malcolm turned and noticed his brother leading Dean toward them. Dean looked totally blissed-out.

  Drake gave him a huge grin. “Thought we were going to wait and show them this tomorrow.”

  Malcolm grinned at the pair. “And yet, here you are.”

  The twins ran to each other. Stopping, they silently looked over the other before moving in for a long hug.

  “All good?” Malcolm asked his brother.