by Dani René
“Soon, Ethan, and what about you, Brock?” His tone is serious, commanding, like any father would be, and when I glance at my friend, I know he’s thinking about his own dad.
“Acing my exams, Mr. Kingston. I can’t wait to get into the working world.” Brock is more excited about adulthood than I am. Even though he’s a party animal, his marketing degree will be something that will take him far.
“So, you’re back to finally tell us all?” Kristyn’s smile is beautiful. It lights up her face, and I can see why my father is so enamored with her. She sets the tray of ice cold lemonade I know she made herself on the table.
Grabbing a glass, I fill it and take a long gulp, attempting to calm myself the fuck down. I can’t believe I’m worried. “I guess so.” I sit forward, nervous energy trailing through me. “I met a girl,” I start, noting the shock on both their faces. “Her name is Camila. She’s Spanish,” I continue. “She, Brock, and I—”
“We’re trying something new,” Brock finishes for me. I didn’t think it would be so difficult finally telling them. Even though they’re both pretty open about things, this is not something I ever thought I’d be telling my dad.
“The three of you?” Dad questions. We both nod. “And she knows you’re…” he waves his finger between us, and I realize my father doesn’t need me to tell him. Even though this probably wasn’t how he pictured me living my life, he still loves me. I see it when he looks at me.
“She knows Brock and I are together,” I finish for him.
“Good, as long as she accepts it.” He sits back, Brynn now passed out in dreamland.
“I’m so happy for you both, and for Camila,” Kristyn says, lifting a glass toward us. “You two make a hot couple.” She winks slyly, earning her a swat on the thigh from my dad.
“Easy there, Kismet,” he coos, low and commanding.
“You’re going to tell Hayden and Nixon?” she questions, shaking her head at my father’s display of dominance.
“Yeah. It’s time. Since we’ve met Camila, we need to have this out in the open. We’d like to bring her home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and we’d prefer everyone know before we just lay it on thick.”
“That’s a good idea,” she agrees with Brock.
“You two staying here while you’re in town?” Dad asks, sipping the drink then scrunching his face. “This doesn’t have any whiskey in it,” he tells Kristyn with a grunt.
“Just drink it, Levi,” she admonishes him, and I can’t help chuckling.
“Just you wait,” Dad says, lifting his glass toward me and Brock. “You’ll soon be under the thumb as well. Women take over your life when you fall in love.” This time, his chest rumbles with a laugh.
“And he wouldn’t have it any other way.” My stepmother smiles.
Brynn whines loudly into our father’s shirt, her tiny hand gripping the material like he’s her lifeline. For a long time, I didn’t think he was mine. After my mom died, I felt the opposite, but I see now how much he held me afloat.
“You both head to your room. We’ll clean up here.”
It is late, and I rise, setting the glass down on the tray. That’s one thing I have to say about the lady in my dad’s life, she’s everything he could ever need and more.
“We’ll see you in the morning.”
“And don’t be having loud sex while we’re just a few doors down,” Levi admonishes as we head down the hall toward my old bedroom.
Shaking my head, I shove open the door, and I’m met with the old me. Everything in here was from my angry teenage years, and now, I have the man I love in here with me. Brock has been in my room so many times before, but never like this. Never as my partner. It’s kind of fitting that the first time we fuck is in my childhood bedroom considering it’s here where I first felt the stirrings to want such a thing with my best friend.
“This is different.”
“It is,” I agree. Shutting the door, I step farther into the space as he flops on my bed, his shirt riding up his toned stomach. We’ll have to attempt to be quiet.
Chapter Twenty
Brock
He crawls over me, desire swimming in his eyes. This is indeed vastly different to how we used to be in this room. This space holds so many memories, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Ethan’s mouth closes on mine. His tongue darts out, and mine duels with his once more. The taste of the lemonade mixed with the flavor of the man I’ve fallen for is heady.
Even though Camila isn’t here, I’m still beyond needy for him—for his touch, his body. Every inch of him. We’re a mass of arms and legs, attempting to rid ourselves of the material covering what we most want. Skin on skin.
“We’re doing this,” Ethan grunts, his voice thick with desire, heavy with need. His hands are on me, on my chest. His touch isn’t soft and tender like Camila’s. It’s rough, forceful. Pure sex.
“We are,” I agree. I reach out, finding his rigid length, squeezing and stroking him. I can feel his heartbeat in the steel shaft as the blood pulses through it. There’s nothing more than animalistic pleasure coursing through my veins when Ethan’s hand fists my bare dick and moves up and down, causing my body to burn just for him.
“I need to say something,” he pulls away, looking at me as if he’s piercing my soul with his dark eyes. I wait, my breathing halted for a moment. To be honest, I’m not sure what he’s going to tell me.
Silence.
My heart thuds wildly.
“I’m in fucking love with you,” he finally bites out when my hand squeezes his dick as if the words are emblazoned on my chest. He feathers his fingertips over my flesh, then grips my neck, tugging me impossibly closer to him, and this time, I allow him dominance. His thigh nudges between mine, and my hips move involuntarily against him. Needing friction. Humping his fucking leg like an animal.
“Fuck, Ethan,” I find words in between our movements, and then he’s up on his knees, his cock in my face, and I don’t think twice about taking it in my mouth. The salty pre-cum from the tip coats my tongue, and I savor the flavor of him.
Our eyes are locked as I swallow him into my throat, and he curses lowly. At this point, I don’t care who hears us. I’m lost to everything this man is. My head bobs up and down, as I lick and suck on his throbbing shaft.
Again and again.
His hand reaches for me, stroking me in time with my movements. I’m so damn close, but I shut my eyes, breathing through the desire, making this last for a long as humanly possible. I need to fuck him. I need to be inside him right the fuck now. I pop my mouth off his cock and glance up.
“I want to be inside you.”
He nods, moving to the backpack we brought in from the car, and pulls out a bottle of lube. Seconds later, he's on the bed. He hands me the bottle, and moves on hands and knees in front of me. I move behind him, and soon, the cool liquid is glistening on his skin. I work his body like I would anyone else’s. My fingers explore the tight ring of muscle, taunting and teasing him, feeling him tense, then relax, causing low growls to rumble in his chest.
“I’m in fucking love with you too,” I bite out as I nudge the head of my dick slowly, inch by torturous inch, into his ass. He’s so damn tight, I don’t know how I’m going to hold out. Slowly, gently, I sink into him, into my best friend, knowing this is right. I want this. I fucking need this.
Inch by inch, I seat myself fully, balls deep. Ethan’s hands fist the sheet, and his body shudders below me, and then I move, pulling my hips back, and sliding into him. Fuck. Pleasure is nothing compared to the euphoria I feel.
My eyes are shut so tight, I see stars. My fingers dig into his hips, holding him close, needing him closer. I want to climb inside him and know him fully, and I want him to do the same to me. I reach forward, and grip his dick, stroking him, faster and faster as my hips pump into him. It doesn’t take long for him to growl out his release, coating my fist. I can’t hold back and empty my balls inside Ethan seconds later.
Unrestrained.
This is it.
This is perfect.
This is love.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ethan
The sun shines through the window. I hear Brynn and Kristyn in the kitchen, but I know my father is still asleep. It’s a Saturday, and some things never change. Even as I kid, I recall him sleeping in on a weekend.
Brock is still resting beside me. His eyes are closed, and I watch him. It’s strange to know we’ve finally taken that final leap into a real relationship. We’ve confessed our feelings and we’ve had sex, just the two of us. It’s real now. Not that it wasn’t before, but when you tell someone you love them, that’s it. And I know once we head back to L.A., it won’t be long before I’ll be telling Camila the same thing.
“Creeper,” Brock mumbles beside me, his voice raspy with sleep.
“Fuck you,” I bite back, only to earn myself a chuckle. A soft knock on the door tells me it’s Kristyn. My dad would’ve just barged in. He’s an asshole like that. “Come in,” I call to her.
“Morning, boys.” She smiles as she steps into the room, kicking the door shut. Dressed in a white flowing dress which makes her look more like a mother than anything I’ve ever seen her wear. Perhaps my dad is laying down some rules, that makes me laugh. She sets the tray on the desk against the wall then turns to look over at us.
“You brought us coffee? You didn’t have to do that,” I tell her, scooting up in bed, keeping my crotch covered. I’ve seen her naked, but she’s never had the pleasure of seeing me in the nude and I have to behave since she’s married to my dad and technically my mother. That makes me cringe ever so slightly.
“I wanted to. It takes a lot of courage to tell us what you did last night, and I wanted to say I’m proud of you—both of you.” Her gaze flits between us, affection clear in her features.
“Thanks, Kris.” I smile.
“Yeah, thank you,” Brock responds. “I think telling you is easier than telling my brothers.”
She shakes her head. “They’ll love you no matter what. You know that, right?”
“I do. I think I’m just nervous about finally telling everyone I’m in love with my best friend,” he tells her. My hand finds his and I interlace our fingers. My stepmom smiles, and my heart fills with the happiness living in this house now. Sadness was a permanent resident for so long, but it’s filtered out and there are only smiles and love. I finally feel like this is a home again.
“Maaa,” Brynn’s sweet tone comes from the other side of the door sounding as if she’s about to say her first word, but I know it’s too soon for that. The sound of her rattle on the floor is a clear indication she’s crawling our way, and soon, there’s a thump on the door. She’s probably trying to push it open, but can’t reach the handle and the door is clicked shut. “Eeeeee!” Something I hope will soon be her calling my name is screeched, and I know my dad will be waking up with that.
“Brynn,” his deep voice filters through the door, “come here.” Little hands and feet patter on the tiles along with the rattle, and she’s gone.
“I better go get that man breakfast before he grumbles.” Kristyn smiles. “When you’re ready, I’ve made some food, so eat before you head over to Nixon’s,” she tells us, but she's mainly speaking to Brock, who’s so clearly nervous about today.
If he feels anything like I did last night, I doubt eating will do him any good.
“You ready?” I ask him, lifting my coffee as he sips his. Those blue eyes meet mine, and I can see the anxiety coiling in them.
“I think so.” He offers me a nervous smile. “I’m not changing my mind, so if you think you’re getting rid of me so easily, you’re dead wrong,” he quips, setting his mug down.
I swallow the last of mine and crawl over him. “I think it’s time you showed me just how much you love me,” I tell him, my voice a low whisper. He reaches down wordlessly, gripping my bare dick and stroking it 'til I’m solid steel in his hand.
“I think it’s time you took what you’ve been salivating for since we moved in together,” he retorts. I chuckle at the cocky asshole.
Lifting onto my knees, I watch him roll over. He’s chiseled in all the right places, muscles flexing when he moves. I straddle his waist, my cock nestled on his ass, and I can’t help rolling my hips, causing us both to groan.
I reach for the lube and pour a generous amount on the smooth skin, then massage his opening like I did with Camila.
“You ready for this, bro?” I grunt, my fingers teasing him, and he easily moves up onto his knees. When cobalt eyes meet mine, I see the twinkle of need. Working my digits into him, I gently scissor them, ensuring he’s calm, loose, and ready for my dick.
“Just fuck me,” he bites out, close to losing it.
Nudging his ass, I fist my dick, position the tip, and slowly push into him. The tight ring envelops me, tightening and pulsing. I have to close my eyes to focus. The sensations rocking through me are unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
Heat spirals through every nerve in my body.
I watch in awe as my dick disappears into his body and tremble as electric shocks race through me. I want to growl, I want to shout out my pleasure, but I don’t. Instead, I continue to move inside him, in and out. I mimic his actions from last night, gripping his thick cock, jerking him off while he fists the sheets. Skin slapping, low feral grunts, and pleasure—that’s all that exists in this moment, and it doesn’t take long for us to find release.
Brock’s body shudders below me, and mine follows suit as I empty myself inside him. I don’t want to move. All I need is to stay connected to him for the rest of my life.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Brock
Nixon is at the pool of his lavish new home when I round the corner with Ethan a step behind me. He’s lounging in the sun, watching Rowan and Erica in the water, and I can’t help smiling. They haven’t seen us approach, and I’m tempted to leap in just to splash water all over him, but I refrain.
“Nixon, Ro,” I call to them when we’re closer. He lifts his head, shoving his sunglasses up, he drags his gaze up to regard me.
“Hey, Brock. I thought you weren’t in 'til later?”
“We flew in a day early,” I explain. He rises and leans in to pull me into a brotherly hug, slapping my back before shaking Ethan’s hand.
“How you doing, Ethan?”
“Good. It’s good to be back,” my best friend chuckles.
“Oh, Brock.” Rowan smiles as she walks toward me. She looks amazing, and I can see why my brother and father fell in love with her. Even though we dated, and I cared deeply about her, I never loved her in the way she deserved. She exits the pool with Erica’s hand in hers.
“Brock and Ethan are here,” she coos to the little version of her.
“Hi.” Erica’s beaming smile melts my heart as I scoop her up into my arms.
Rowan places a soft kiss on my cheek and mimics the action for Ethan. Being home again feels good. I should come back more often, and once we’re finished with college, I will visit more.
“It’s so good to see you both,” Rowan beams, happiness shining in her eyes, but I know she must still miss my dad. Every time she looks at Erica, there would be a twinge of sadness, because I feel it.
“It’s good to be home,” I tell her as Erica’s little hand fists my shirt. She’s soaked, but I don’t care, just holding her means so much to me. She’s part of my dad, and I feel like he’s here, looking over us proudly. I swallow the emotion and offer a smile. “Nix, what’s up, man?”
“Come inside. I’ll grab some beers,” he responds with a grin. We follow Nixon into the house, and even though it’s not our childhood home, it still reminds me of my younger years and the pool parties we had. The only difference is there are a few toys lying around, which my brother picks up as we stroll farther into the space. That’s something that hasn’t changed. He’s always been meticulous, structured, where I tend to leave my shit all
over the place.
As soon as we enter the kitchen, the door opens and Camden saunters in with Hayden—the eldest of the four, and he looks it. All grown up, the spitting image of our father in his suit.
“Brock, Ethan.” He smiles, shaking my best friend’s hand, then grips my shoulder since I have Erica on my lap. She silently watches us with those curious eyes.
“How’s business?” I question, and the look on Hayden’s face says it all.
“Good. Living the life Dad intended,” he informs me coolly. He wanted me beside him at Four Fathers Freight, but over time, he came to terms it wasn’t going to happen.
“I’m sure he’s proud of you,” I tell him, earning a nod.
“How’s the beautiful señorita?” Camden pipes up, a smarmy grin on his face. Asshole. Pinning him with a warning glare, I shake my head.
“Señorita?” Ro questions. “Is there a girl we don’t know about?”
“Yeah, she’s gorgeous.” My little brother decides to throw me right in the deep end before I can respond.
“Thanks, Cam,” I roll my eyes in frustration at my youngest brother offering up the news that I wanted to tell them.
Hayden’s ears perk up at this. He leans forward, his elbows on the breakfast bar.
“We came home to talk to everyone,” I start, glancing back at Ethan for a moment, then allowing my gaze to fall on each of my brothers, then Rowan. “Camila is my girlfriend.” My voice is wary, and I wait for a second before continuing. “And Ethan and I…” I allow my words to taper off, hoping they’ll figure it out, but not one of them moves. When I look at Camden, he raises an eyebrow, and his lips quirk with a barely hidden smile.
“Yeah?”
“Well, Ethan, Camila, and I…we’re in a relationship,” I finally spit out.
A soft gasp from Rowan has me dragging my eyes to hers. “That’s awesome! I’m so happy for you!” She leaps from the chair, inadvertently waking Erica, who’s now excitedly bouncing in my lap seeing her mother making her way over to us. Rowan wraps her arms around me in a motherly hug, planting a kiss on my cheek.