Indebted

  Yep, fucked.

  As the game progresses, and with each striped ball that sinks into a pocket, I realize my sweet little man has hustled me. Finally, I’m able to take my shot.

  Zeroing in on the first of my balls, I’m startled by his hot breath on my ear and his fingertips running up my spine. “You want a beer, babe?”

  My cock jumps and so does my other stick, causing me to scratch. I glance at him and he’s looking way too innocent. The little shit did that to you on purpose.

  Two can play at that. “I tell ya what. I’ll go get the drinks and you take your turn. Sound good?”

  Biting his lip to keep from smiling, he nods. I don’t think he knows I’ve caught on to his little game, and that is going to work to my advantage. I’m going to make him so sorry for messing with me. The next game, it’s on.

  With drinks in hand, I watch him sink the eight ball. Aaron turns to take the beer from me, looking completely full of himself for wiping the floor with me.

  “Okay, smarty pants, let’s play again. I’m betting you can’t beat me twice. I’ll even give you the opening shot.”

  He laughs at this. “You think you can beat me? I think you’re all talk, big man. What will I get if I win this time?”

  He waggles his eyebrows, and the lust in his eyes as they roam my body makes me ache. I’m close to saying, “Fuck the game and let’s get out of here.” I lick my lips at the thought that pops into my mind. It’s win-win, really.

  Leaning forward, I run the tip of my tongue up the rim his ear and then nip the lobe, making Aaron moan and grasp my waist. “Whoever wins this one gets sucked off at the time and place of their choice. No questions asked or complaining.”

  His forehead rests against my shoulder and he pants, “Oh God, yes—deal.”

  All the images have me hard as a rock, but I know I need to concentrate if I’m going to get what I want—his fucking sexy mouth sucking me.

  One of the waitresses passes by and clears her throat loudly. I am close to flipping the bitch off, but I don’t want to ruin our evening. Instead, I step aside and rack the set. Our choices are quickly made on patterns and we start making shots. He swiftly gets the upper hand and I decide it’s time to start my game plan.

  “So, Aaron, have you thought about your choice of location yet? You know, if you win?” I say casually, waiting for his eyes to turn to me.

  That’s right, watch me. Deliberately, I lean my head back and take a big guzzle of my beer, making sure my throat is exposed. His lips part and his eyes fill with need, as he watches my Adam’s apple bob. A small drip runs down my chin as I finish my swallow. Knowing how much he loves my abs, I go in for the kill, lifting my shirt to dry it, exposing them.

  He looks lost in thought and it’s hard to keep from laughing. Success! “Aaron?”

  In a daze he answers, “Huh?”

  “You gonna take your shot?”

  “Oh yeah, sure,” he huffs, and then turns shakily to line up the cue and misses, as I predicted.

  He tries to distract me during my turn, and it doesn’t work at first. On the third time, though, I catch sight of something that has me close to coming in my pants—Aaron doing deliciously nasty things to the long neck of his beer bottle. I don’t even think and jerk the stick, nearly tearing the felt top. The cue ball jumps off the table with a few loud cracks as it hits the floor and rolls.

  He seems so fucking pleased with himself and is laughing so hard. I’m feeling embarrassed as hell, but fuck, the erotic things he was doing to that bottle has made all the blood rush from my head and down to my cock.

  “Well, that shit just wasn’t right. You can’t put those thoughts in my head and then make me lose. You’re a little asshole,” I manage to chuckle out.

  “Awww, poor baby can’t take his own medicine,” he says, giving me puppy-dog eyes and pouting his bottom lip.

  I want nothing more than to fuck him against the wall right now—customers be damned.

  “Your turn, shithead. Don’t forget, payback’s a bitch.”

  His shot has him leaning far onto the table, his ass perfectly in front of me. I realize it’s time to end my dick’s suffering. I step right up behind him, pushing my hardness against his cheeks.

  Aaron jerks upright and almost head butts me in the mouth. “Liam! What are you doing?”

  I don’t answer right away, but put my hands on his hips and grind myself into him. Kissing his neck, I breathe, “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight you’ll be screaming my name. You’ll be begging me to stop, then to never stop.”

  He drops the pole onto the table with a clatter. “Fuck.”

  “I hope you’re up for an all-nighter, baby. Don’t worry. I’ll feed you lots of protein.”

  Panting hard and shoving his backside into me, he’s about to lose it. “You have less balls left—you win. Let’s go… now.”

  My dick twitches as he gives in.

  We race to the car, getting strange looks from everyone, but I don’t give a fuck. The only thing I can think of is being inside Aaron.

  I’m literally aching as we pull away from the bar, and I know I’m not going to be able to wait until we get to the motel. It feels like I’m going to burst, and the only place my come goes now is either on Aaron, or in him. Glancing around for a good spot to stop, I’m thankful we’re in a tiny town and the sidewalks roll up at dark. I find a small park outside of the main area and pull off.

  He seems confused and asks, “Why are we stopping? I thought you were going to fuck me within an inch of my life.”

  “Oh, baby, I so am, but for now I’m collecting my winnings.” I wink.

  Then I start unzipping my pants, sighing with relief when the pressure is released on my throbbing flesh. Aaron’s wide-eyed, glancing around. He swallows a couple of times and then looks at my hard cock waiting on him. Once he sees that, everything else seems to disappear and he leans forward to down me all the way to my curls.

  The feel of him taking all of me, along with the heat and pressure his mouth produces, makes me grunt. “Oh fuck, yeah, that’s it, baby… mmm, suck it.”

  I naturally move to guide his movements as I lean back against the seat. He releases my dick with a pop and then starts licking the length, his tongue toying with the sensitive spot under the head. Those full lips latch on to the end of my cock as he starts a massaging motion with his hand on my balls. The combination, along with what he’s already doing, has the coil in my gut tightening.

  “Please, baby, no more teasing. I can’t take much more,” I whimper.

  Moaning, Aaron’s mouth sinks all the way down again, engulfing me again in his burning heat. My hips automatically rise to meet his lips. Soon, I’m pumping my cock into his mouth with a firm grip on his hair. He seems as turned on as I am, and the little groans and grunts he’s making are ratcheting my need even more. My stomach is tense and the spring is about to snap. That’s exactly what it does when I see Aaron rubbing himself through his pants.

  “Ohhhh, fuck, arrrgh!” I come undone and spill load after load into his waiting mouth.

  Aaron growls and drinks it down greedily. Panting hard and spent, I close my eyes, trying to come back down to earth. Fuck, your man is talented. You are one lucky fucker. I really fucking agree with my brain for once.

  “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, babe. That was incredible,” I finally manage.

  Aaron is sitting up, looking sexy as hell with swollen lips, red cheeks, and sweaty hair matted to his forehead. I pull him into a deep kiss, loving the taste of myself on his tongue. It feels like I’ve marked him for a while. Of course, I plan to mark him a whole lot fucking better when we get to a comfy bed.

  Breathless, his eyes dart around to see if we’ve been caught as I redo my jeans. Suddenly, he bursts into a fit of laughter.

  I’m confused as hell. “What? What’s so funny?”

  He barely stops long enough to point to a sign across the way from us: “Welcome to Gobbler’s Knob.”

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sp; I lose it immediately and belly laugh until I have tears in my eyes. “I swear, Aaron, I had no idea this is where we stopped. Well, we should head back. I made you some promises I intend to keep.”

  “Oh hell, yes!” Aaron eagerly buckles his seatbelt back up.

  I’m determined to enjoy the hell out of tonight, because tomorrow we head home and back to the reality I have set into motion.

  Chapter 21

  AS WE settle into our seats on the private plane, I see Aaron grimace a little.

  I can’t help but feel satisfied and a little smug. I’d done exactly what I promised last night and fucked him to within an inch of his life. He appears uncomfortable, yet sated. That’s fuckin’ right. You put that look on his face. You’re the man. Now, no more girly shit, and for sure, no more fuckin’ crying.

  I can’t help myself. Leaning over, I ask, “You doing okay, babe?”

  Blushing a little, he answers, “I’m better than one could ever hope.” Then he mutters under his breath, “For having a huge cock rammed up their ass all night.”

  It takes everything in me not to laugh. Instead, I bite my lip and give him a dimpled smile. “Good, good. You know they have pillows if you want some more cushioning.”

  Exasperated, he huffs, “Enough, Liam. Keep it up and your head won’t fit through the plane exit when we get home. Besides, you know you blew my mind last night. There’s no need to confirm it. It may be a while, though, before we go that wild again.”

  The thought of another one of those nights not happening again makes Liam Junior want to crawl up inside me. Leaving Aaron be, I comfort myself with thoughts of last night. As I close my eyes, the images flow through my mind like a movie. Aaron’s soft skin and loud moans. His tongue running over my body, causing every nerve to fire off with pleasure. I’m hard as a rock as the thought of him riding me and him bent over the mattress plays out in my mind. His fingers digging into the bedding and head thrown back against my shoulder in ecstasy. The flashes are so real, I can almost feel his hot, tight hole gripping me as he spasms through yet another orgasm. A groan escapes me as my cock aches and jumps at these thoughts.

  Aaron, clearing his throat loudly, snaps me back from my fantasy. He’s staring intently at me as he struggles not to laugh. I follow his gaze and feel myself blush for probably the first time in several years. Lost in my vivid daydream, I didn’t notice my hand has moved down to rub my cock through my pants. I snatch it back as if it’s on fire.

  Aaron loses his resolve then and starts chuckling. “Aren’t you raw from last night? Maybe they call you ‘The Machine’ for another reason.”

  “I didn’t hear you complaining last night, but you sure are whining today.” I wink at him and then stick out my tongue.

  “Keep it up, Liam, and I’ll figure out a way for that tongue to be of better use than for being a smartass.” Although my dick has softened a little, it goes right back to hard with his words. I’m all for Aaron and his creative side. My thoughts must show on my face because he looks dumbfounded. “You can’t be serious. No…. No way, bub! You’re not getting anywhere near this ass for at least a night.”

  My eyes widen, and I have to bite back the whine that wants to come out. Damn! You had some plans for this evening too.

  Sighing, I start to question if maybe I was a bit too rough with him. “Are you okay, really? You know you can always say if you’re not up to anything.”

  He smirks at me. “Oh, don’t you worry, big boy. I may be on the bench for tonight, but I’m definitely still counting on playing as much as possible.”

  I’m relieved to hear this, and am about to reply when the overhead announcement tells us we are about to land. Having planned ahead for this trip back, I have a ride is already waiting for us. The plan is to go straight to the hospital. Neither of us can take not seeing with our own eyes that Tristan is getting better.

  Aaron and I settle into the soft leather seats, and the fatigue sinks in now that he’s able to stretch out. It only takes a few minutes for him to be out like a light. With him relaxed, the quiet of the car seems deafening, and I can no longer keep my worries from flooding me.

  I wonder what Tristan will think about what I’ve done. A large part of me is afraid to see the disapproval on his face—maybe even betrayal. I’ve always told Tristan everything concerning the business. This has been the biggest and hardest secret to keep from him. I wanted nothing more than to hear his thoughts on my idea, but if it didn’t work, I didn’t want him to have to share in the blame.

  It wouldn’t be the first time Tristan has been disappointed in me. Our very first fight came from that.

  I was still a young kid at the time, slowly healing from the beating Thomas had handed down to me, forever changing how I looked at power tools. I had, in a way, crawled deep inside myself—wanting to disappear.

  Tristan would have none of it. As soon as I was cleared to start moving about, he was determined. I watched as he came in with a bag on his shoulder and a swagger to his hips. Sighing, he dropped the tote on my hospital table, making a loud clank. I stayed completely still, in the hopes he wouldn’t see any reaction from me, and I stared. With a dark expression on his face, he leaned over me, a hand on each side of my broken body.

  “I’ve had enough, Liam. Baby time is over. You will get out of this bed and you will start living again. I don’t give a fuck whether you’re upset about Daddy Dearest or not. I’m not going to let him win, and neither are you.” He grabbed my chin with his hand, forcing me to face him. I tried to keep the blank look, but it was a struggle. “Fucking look at me, damn it! Enough! Are you giving up on me?” I refused to say anything. “So, that’s it, then?”

  He bit his full lip and I saw different emotions play out in his eyes. The strongest one was disappointment and I never wanted that. He mattered a hundred times more than my father ever would. I swallowed, blinking as tears filled my eyes and spilled over.

  Tristan pulled back, gripping his duffel as he glanced sadly at me. My mind went crazy as I mentally begged him not to leave and give up on me. To not be like my mom. To see me as worth something for once in my life.

  Before I realized it, the first words I’d said since my beating came out. “Tris… don’t, don’t go. Please.”

  At hearing those words, his stance changed. Even in my state, my breath was taken away when he gave me a sexy smirk. “Now, Liam, why in the world would you ever think I was going anywhere? I’m not your dumbass father or mother, so get that shit out of your head. I can see it written all over your face. I don’t give a fuck what they think. I’m not giving up on you. I told you, you’re getting your ass out of that bed. I was grabbing the tools—” Seeing me cringe, he paused at that word. “—the equipment to start with.”

  His words seemed to heal some of the ache in my chest, making me even more bent on never disappointing him.

  “Now, are you ready for me to make sure this shit never happens to you again? It’s going to take dedication from you and a hell of a lot of trust in me.”

  He waited for me to answer and it came quickly. “Yeah, Tristan, please teach me everything you know. This can’t happen again.”

  “Well, alright, then. Let’s get your scrawny ass into this chair.”

  The car stopping pulls me from my memory, a small smile on my lips. He really is the best thing to happen to me until Aaron came into my life.

  Heading up to the hospital room, my nerves are getting to me. I’ve not been comfortable in these places since I recovered. Aaron seems to sense my unease, and grips my hand tighter while wrapping his body around the rest of my arm as we walk.

  Tristan looks much better than the last time I saw him. He’s still pale, and each movement causes his face to draw up in pain. I can tell he’s feeling more like himself, though.

  His cocky smile is full on as he calls out to me. “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. You finally decided to cut your vacation short to come see little old me?”

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ting, I say, “Oh my, Tris, the hospital stay isn’t doin’ you any good. You’ve gotten dramatic. I’ve only been gone one day. I know I’m awesome, but I think you can deal without me for that long.”

  “Not with all this shit goin’ down. I’m expecting some answers, man, and soon. First, though…. Hi, Aaron. It’s nice to see you safe and sound.”

  Aaron gives him a grin and rushes over to his bedside. “It’s so good to see you’re okay. When I left you at my apartment, I thought for sure you were dead. I’m so sorry I didn’t stay to get you help. I didn’t know what to do. Those guys were on me and all I could see was your blood everywhere. I seriously want to hug you right now….”

  “Whoa, Aaron, slow down, tough guy. You have nothing to be sorry for and you had no choice. You did the right thing by getting out of there. It was a crazy situation and you aren’t used to violence. Hell, I was even taken by surprise. Oh, and I’d take you up on the hug, but I’m a little sore at the moment. I can’t even hug Addison.”

  Aaron’s eyes get huge then, and he glances Addison’s way. “I’m so sorry for spilling about the baby. Tristan told me in confidence and I slipped when talking to Liam.”

  She looks to him with a soft smile—one she’s never given me, for sure. “Aww, sweetie, it’s okay. You had a lot on your mind, no worries.”

  Tristan huffs, “Hey, how come he gets a get-out-of-jail-free card and I don’t?”

  “Because, my handsome man, you know better and deal with pressure more often than a newbie.”

  “Yeah, well, it still sucks.” Then Tristan gazes at me with a meaningful stare. I’m getting the message loud and clear—time for answers.

  Clearing my throat, I say, “Addison, would you mind taking Aaron down to the cafeteria? I don’t think he’s eaten anything since we left Pennsylvania.”

  She snorts. “Smooth, Liam. Come on, Aaron, let’s see about some food.”

  “Well, thank goodness he’s smoother in other parts of our relationship.” He winks at me and then leaves with a tired-looking Addison.

  As the door closes behind them, Tristan pats the side of his bed, signaling me to sit. For some reason, I feel like I’m headed to a firing squad. He has a very intense expression on his face. I settle next to him and he shoots off his first question.