“Check the calls, honey,” he instructed. “Then we’ll find a motel for the night and deal with them. If we have to stay a couple more nights for you to get your bearings, so be it.”
The misery in Brad’s eyes almost broke Rock’s heart. Silently he vowed that he and Brad’s mother were going to have a serious discussion in the future.
“You know, I was once considered a strong, upstanding man in the community where I lived. Inside, I may not have ever felt strong, but it was a lot better than how broken I feel now,” Brad confessed.
“You still are strong, Brad. Life sucker-punched you in the guts. Now we’ll deal with things and work on really living again.” Rock took in the need for a haircut, still pale skin, and a body who could use a few more wholesome meals. Alaska had helped, but Brad still had a ways to go.
“Why do you care?” Brad asked. “You have everything going for you. Why waste your time on someone like me?”
Anger filled Rock. Viciously, he tried to stamp it down. “Check the calls and see who they’re from,” he said shortly.
Letting go of Brad’s thigh, Rock started the truck and maneuvered it back onto the road. Beside him, he could feel Brad looking at him. Finally Brad swiped a finger across the screen of the phone.
“How many calls did you miss?” Rock asked.
“Twenty-four,” Brad answered. “Twenty from my mother, two from my brother Brian, and two from my other brother, Tyler.”
Rock didn’t say anything. Up ahead he could see they were about to enter a tourist town. He figured there should be a halfway decent motel somewhere close.
Two miles later, he pulled into a motel set on a pretty lake, surrounded by the thick north woods. To Rock’s relief, the neon red sign said, “Vacancy.” Just as he put the truck into park, Brad’s phone rang. The poor man jumped so violently the whole truck jerked and the phone in his hand flew into the air and landed on the floor by his feet.
Like it was a hairy tarantula, Brad gingerly picked up the ringing device and put it up to his ear.
“Hello,” Brad answered.
“Brad, thank goodness I finally got a hold of you.”
The urgency in the tone of the caller had the small hairs on the back of Rock’s neck standing up. The volume must be turned up because Rock could hear the other caller clearly.
“What’s going on, Tyler?” Brad asked, one leg bobbing in agitation.
“It’s Mom.”
Chapter Seven
Rock watched Brad’s face turn white. The temper that had spiked before when Brad put himself down surged to the surface. Reaching over, he took the phone out of Brad’s shaking hand.
“Hi, my name is Rock, and I’m a friend of Brad’s. Is this an emergency concerning your mom’s health, or can Brad call you in the morning?”
“It’s not my mother’s health that is the problem,” Tyler snapped. “You say you’re a friend of Brad’s. Exactly what kind of friend are you?”
Rock could hear the concern in Tyler’s voice and liked that. So he decided to give Tyler the truth. “An intimate friend, who is going to try his best to become a permanent fixture in Brad’s life.”
Beside him, Brad inhaled audibly. Rock waited as the silence extended on the other end of the phone. Turning to look at Brad, he said, “Breathe, honey.”
“You’d better not be playing games with my brother,” Tyler warned. “He’s been hurt enough.”
“I don’t plan on it. In fact, I think it’s time someone stood by his side and became a true partner.” Rock refused to pussyfoot around. Brad needed to know he could count on Rock.
“Good. Now can I talk to my brother?” Tyler asked.
“Can he call you in the morning?”
“All right. But make sure he does. It’s important.”
“Fine. It was nice to meet you, Tyler.”
“It was nice to meet you, too, Rock.”
The call ended, and Rock turned to see Brad glaring at him, arms crossed over his chest and lips pressed in a tight line.
“What’s a matter, honey?” he asked, innocently, sort of.
“Don’t you honey me. What if I wanted to talk to Tyler?”
“Let’s take tonight for us, and tomorrow we can face the world together,” Rock said.
Brad uncrossed his arms, the tight look on his face relaxing. “Did you mean what you told Tyler?”
“I meant everything I said,” Rock answered, turning Brad’s phone off.
Brad inched closer, beautiful light blue eyes shining with lust. “For a little guy, you sure like to take over,” Brad teased.
“We’ll see how little I am when I’m sliding my dick into your tight hole,” he answered.
Brad’s cheeks flushed, but his eyes remained locked with Rock’s. Reaching up, Rock buried his fingers in Brad’s soft blond hair and pulled him down until their lips met.
During their week in Alaska, Rock had kept things light, letting Brad get used to man-on-man relations. Now that Brad knew his intentions, Rock wasn’t going to hold back anymore.
Taking Brad hostage by the silky strands of his hair, Rock ran his hand over Brad’s cloth covered wide shoulders and pulled him close. Sliding his tongue in the seam of Brad’s mouth, he pressed for entry. Brad opened for him, and Rock had a sweet taste.
Immediately he deepened the kiss, loving the slide on slide of their flesh. Forcing Brad to breathe through his nose, Rock continued to taste, suck, and love on his mouth.
Brad trembled against him, and Rock decided to slow things down. The front seat of a truck was not the place he wanted their first time to be. Reluctantly, he ended the kiss.
Leaning his forehead against Brad’s, Rock whispered. “I’ll go rent us a room, and then we can get Lily settled and relax.”
“Is that what this is called, relaxing?” Brad cupped Rock’s prick through his jeans.
Rock lifted his head and covered Brad’s hand stilling his busy fingers. “Let’s get Lily settled first.”
Brad pressed wet lips against his before straightening up. Rock was pleased. This was the second time in as many minutes that Brad had initiated any intimate contact between them. It was slow, but Rock could see this week had started the healing process the big guy so desperately needed.
Forty-five minutes later, Lily was lying on her doggy-bed chewing on one of her toys, and all that was left of the meal Rock had picked up from the adjacent restaurant was empty takeout containers. He had been patient and attentive to his soon-to-be lover for days, but now he wanted Brad’s amazing body naked and under him.
Standing up from the small veneer table set in a corner of the room, Rock held out his hand. “Come on, honey, let’s go make some noise.”
Brad laughed. “You do realize that line is from a song from the eighties?”
Smiling, Rock grabbed Brad’s hand and pulled him up out of the chair. “Yep, and it made you laugh so I could see those amazing dimples.”
A pretty blush stained Brad’s cheeks, but he didn’t hesitate and followed Rock over to the big king-sized bed. Sliding his hands under the hem of Brad’s T-shirt, Rock lifted it, revealing tight, muscled abs and a wide chest. Brad pulled the rest of the shirt off and threw it on the floor.
Rock reached for Brad’s jeans and made quick work of opening them. Before he could push them down, Brad unzipped Rock’s favorite army green vest with multiple pockets.
Brad’s beautiful smile was wide when he revealed the small black barbells threaded through Rock’s nipples. It had already been established from their time at the cabin, that Brad was fascinated with them. Many times while they lay in bed talking, Brad would absently touch them. Rock didn’t think the man even realized he was doing it. A shiver raced up Rock’s spine when the tip of Brad’s finger touched the end of his sensitive tight nipple.
“Sometimes I wonder what other secrets you could be hiding,” Brad murmured, giving the barbell a slight twist.
“Keep doing that and you just may find out, honey,” Ro
ck said and pushed Brad’s jeans to the floor, making sure to take his underwear with them.
Rock ignored Brad’s fingers working on opening his long cargo shorts and became lost cupping Brad’s furry sac, gently rolling the balls inside. Moving on, he traced the prominent veins running under the translucent, flushed skin of Brad’s thick, hard cock.
Looking up, he said, “Let’s go see how comfortable that bed is.”
Rock stepped out of his shorts and then kicked off his purple canvas shoes, before crawling to the middle of the bed. Lying back on it, he ordered, “Straddle me and let me taste.”
Gracefully, Brad knelt above Rock and wrapped his long fingers around his hard dick, guiding it until the smooth skin was pressing against Rock’s lips. Rock reached up and encircled Brad’s hips, holding them tight while he opened his mouth and sucked in the wide head. Rock licked around the spongy flesh until Brad started rocking forward, sinking his dick ever so slightly deeper.
With one hand, Rock searched under the pillow until he found the small tube of slick he’d optimistically put there when they arrived at the motel and popped it open with his thumb. Continuing to suck on Brad’s dick, Rock squeezed lube on his fingers not caring about making a mess on the cheap comforter.
Pressing his tongue flat against the slit in the tip of Brad’s cock, Rock rubbed it back and forth firmly over the top, sliding easily when a gush of sweet pre-cum coated the way.
“Rock,” Brad exclaimed, thrusting his hips forward.
Brad’s smooth, fleshy ass cheeks beckoned Rock to explore, massage, and squeeze until he dipped the greasy ends of his fingers into Brad’s crack.
Opening his mouth wide, he let the big man fuck it while he rubbed his finger against Brad’s soft, wrinkled rosette until it widened and the tip slipped in.
“Rock, I don’t … I’ve never…” Brad collapsed over Rock, bracing himself with his arms. This opened his ass cheeks up, giving Rock room to easily sink his finger inside Brad’s silky hole up to his second knuckle.
Moving his finger around easily, Rock pressed a second finger in. Sucking Brad’s cock in deep, he swallowed around the head, loving Brad’s hoarse groan in the quiet room.
Continuing to swallow around Brad’s flesh, Rock put a third finger inside the lovely, moaning man. Brad was a natural and pushed out, allowing Rock’s fingers to slide in deep.
After a few minutes, three fingers were able to move around freely, and Rock wanted to feel that silky warmth around his cock. He thought about ordering Brad onto his hands and knees, but the man had felt he was on his own during most of the events of his life, and Rock would not have him feeling alone right now.
Rock pressed his free hand against Brad’s hip until that huge dick pulled out of his mouth. Slipping his fingers from the warm, wet heat of Brad’s ass, he ordered, “Lie down.”
Rock took great pleasure in Brad’s immediate compliance, loving the flex of muscles and bare skin.
Kneeling between Brad’s bent legs, Rock kissed the soft, pale skin on the inside of Brad’s knee and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed. “Lift your hips,” he whispered.
With Brad’s hips elevated, Rock gloved up and applied more slick to the latex. All the while, light blue eyes intently watched his movements. Just to give him more of a show, Rock stroked his cock a few times, getting it nice and hard. Keeping one hand wrapped around his dick, Rock widened his legs, reached down and lifted his balls, giving Brad a peek at his guiche piercing.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” Brad whispered. “Is that a ring?”
“Yeah,” Rock answered, letting go of his balls, ready to move things along now that he had spiked up both of their excitement.
Like a cat, Rock crawled over Brad’s body until he reached his mouth. Licking over Brad’s lips and sliding his tongue between them, Rock engaged in a little tongue play. He loved how enthusiastically Brad participated in the kiss. Not giving him any time to think too much, Rock quickly lined up his latex-covered dick against Brad’s quivering hole.
Slowly he eased forward. “Push out,” he commanded against Rock’s lips.
Rock pressed harder against the muscles guarding paradise until the head of his dick inched in. Brad stiffened under him. Breaking the kiss, Rock leaned down and lightly bit Brad’s nipple. A small moan was his reward, and the head of Rock’s cock was swallowed by Brad’s hole. Rock licked the reddened nipple and pushed in a little more.
“Rock.”
“What?”
“It feels good.”
“The hard part is over. It’s only going to get better.”
“Rock.”
“What?”
“Move.”
Rock kept it slow and steady, easing through Brad’s delicious tight heat before pulling back out.
“Harder,” Brad ordered.
Delighted, Rock pushed in deep and started thrusting faster, thrilled when Brad rocked his hips up, the friction so exquisite that Rock shivered and a trickle of sweat ran down his spine.
A gut-tightening orgasm took Rock by surprise. Grabbing Brad’s hips, he powered through it, groaning deeply when Brad’s ass muscles closed tightly around his dick. At the same time, Brad’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, and warmth spread across their straining bellies.
When Rock could breathe easier again, he lifted his head from Brad’s shoulder, not sure when he had collapsed on top of the big guy. Brad’s eyes were closed, but there was a sweet smile on his face that drew out his sexy dimples.
Unable to resist, Rock leaned down and kissed him. Light blue eyes snapped open.
“Hi,” Rock said.
“Hi,” Brad replied.
“We should clean up.”
“Yeah.”
Reluctantly Rock held the edge of the condom and pulled out. Grabbing a few tissues, he wrapped them around the condom and wiped up a bit before he headed to the bathroom.
Too busy thinking about all the things he could do to Brad in the shower, Rock didn’t pay attention to the phone ringing behind him.
* * * *
Brad watched the man who, in the last couple of weeks, had changed the black hole that was his life into something worth living. Thinking that joining Rock in the shower was a fantastic idea, Brad sat up and swung his legs off the bed. Ready to stand up, he froze when his phone rang.
Springing from the bed and grabbing his pants as quickly as possible, he answered it, feeling guilty he had turned it on again after Rock had turned it off.
“Hello,” he said softly.
“Brad, it’s Tyler. I know I said it could wait until tomorrow, but you have to know Mother is on the war path.” The urgency in Tyler’s voice had Brad glancing toward the door expecting their mom to burst through it.
“What happened?” he asked, glad the thick drapes were closed over the window in case she was out there.
“Dad told her he was going on a fishing trip. Instead, he came here to the ranch,” Tyler said. “After she discovered you’d taken off, she thought you’d come here and showed up out of the blue. When she found Dad here, she busted a gut and raised holy hell.”
“Why was Dad there?” Brad asked.
“Dad loves the horses and says it’s peaceful here. Graham says he has great instincts concerning their care and enjoys having him here.” Graham was Tyler’s partner and the owner of the Crazy Angle Ranch.
“If Mother is by you, why should I be worried?” Brad knew it was a cop-out, but the farther away their mother was from him, the better.
“Because Graham finally lost his temper and told her to quit nagging me about the night the car accident ended my baseball career.” Tyler sighed. “He said point-blank that he and I had a lifetime commitment, and no matter how many women she thought she was going to parade around me, I wasn’t going to have anything to do with them.”
“Shit, what did she do? You guys better be careful. She is an expert at revenge,” Brad warned.
“You’re preaching to the choir, bro. I sti
ll feel guilty at what happened with Tony.” Tony was the computer expert for Rescue for Hire. He’d also been Tyler’s secret lover during the peak of his baseball career. Their mother had manipulated Tyler and Tony, so Tony found Tyler in bed with a model, thus ending their affair. It was brutal, heartbreaking, and horrible for Tony, and Tyler almost had a breakdown in the aftermath.
A horrible thought crossed Brad’s mind. “Tyler, is Mother still there?” he asked, holding his breath.
“No, she told Dad not to bother ever coming home and informed me that she was going to find you no matter where you were hiding. Brad, she actually laughed and said she had a woman lined up for you so you could again give her some real grandchildren.”
Brad choked. Spots danced before his eyes. In slow motion, the silent world tilted, and slowly he floated downward until he just about reached the brown cheap carpet. Right before he hit, the world returned to normal speed, and he landed on the floor with a crash.
Lying there, Brad desperately tried to pull oxygen into his lungs, but they refused to work. A wave of terror washed over him, and he wondered if he was going to die.
“What the hell!” Rock shouted, coming out of the bathroom.
Chapter Eight
Rock couldn’t believe his eyes when he came out of the bathroom with a wet washcloth to clean Brad up and found him writhing on the floor. In one hand he held his cell phone, and the other hand was clawing at his chest. Already blood was welling up where Brad’s nails had torn some of the skin away.
Lily was lying on the floor with her body pressed against Brad as tightly as she could get, clearly trying to comfort him.
Dropping down next to the distressed man, Rock examined him closer. Brad’s skin was beet red, and sweat was pouring off the poor guy. Frantically, Brad fought to breathe and only managed ugly, hoarse wheezes.
Springing to his feet, Rock grabbed Brad under the arms. “Push with your feet and try to stand,” he ordered.
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