by CJ Bishop
Devlin walked into the kitchen wearing the same attire as Abel and looking as wiped out.
“Those were some nice moves last night, Doc.” Abel took a drink of coffee and smiled.
“On stage…or in the bedroom?” Devlin lifted an eyebrow, then immediately shot Savannah an apologetic look. “Sorry, hun.”
Savannah rolled her eyes. “I live in a family of strippers. My ears are hardly sensitive.”
The two men laughed. “Touché, honey,” Devlin chuckled. He filled a cup with coffee. “Have you found your perfect dress for the wedding?” he asked her.
“I don’t know,” she said doubtfully. “Maybe.”
Devlin stirred a scoop of non-dairy creamer into his coffee then faced her. “What do you mean maybe?”
She shrugged. “I saw one I liked when I was out with Emma a couple days ago, but…”
“But what?”
Her face scrunched. “It’s kind of expensive. And it isn’t a dress I would be wearing again anytime soon. Just seems like a lot of money to spend for a one-time occasion.”
“Women sometimes spend thousands on a wedding dress,” Devlin pointed out. “And they only intend to wear it once. Well, most of them, anyway,” he added with a chuckle.
“Still…”
Abel understood her misgivings. Even after all this time off the streets, sometimes it was hard for him as well to shift out of that ‘poverty’ mindset. Out there, you had make every cent count. It tended to stay with a person and cause them to be very careful and cautious how they spent money—even when one had a quarter of a million dollars sitting in his bank account. Months later, Abel still went into a little bit of shock every time he looked at the balance, hardly able to believe it was really there. But it really was…gifted to him by the amazing Horatio Kaplan who would forever own a little piece of his heart.
“For this, sweetheart,” Devlin said, glancing at Abel with a smile. “We give you permission to ignore the price and splurge. Besides…” His eyes twinkled as he sipped from his cup. “Just imagine the look on Maddy’s face when he sees you in the dress. You’ll knock his socks off.”
Her cheeks warming, Savannah ducked her head and smiled. “No I won’t.”
“Yes, you will,” Devlin teased. “That boy falls all over himself for you. He’ll be following you all around like a little puppy begging for your attention and affection.”
Savannah raised her eyes, her lips pressed in a tight smile. “He already does.”
The two men burst out laughing, in total agreement. Devlin had a special touch with Savannah and Abel was grateful, a gift for drawing her out of the shadows of her fears and into the light with the rest of them. Each time he brought a genuine, happy smile to her face...Abel fell in love with him all over again.
♦
Gabe awoke to the shower running and Cole’s side of the bed empty. He stretched and his body ached—not from the party, but the pounding Cole had made good on when they arrived home last night. His ass was still throbbing and sore, but some pain was good pain. He smiled at the memory and let out a hard breath; the man could fuck.
About time Gabe threw back the covers to go join Cole in the shower, the water shut off. Gabe relaxed back on the bed, naked body exposed, and waited. Moments later, the bathroom door opened down the hall. Gabe’s cock throbbed and twitched as it lay heavily against his thigh. The sound of Cole’s muffled footsteps on the hall carpet caused it to stretch and thicken and rise up a fraction.
Cole came into the bedroom, naked and glistening wet, rubbing a towel over his head. He looked at Gabe as he began drying his chest and arms. “Miss me?”
“You tell me.” Gabe ran his stare down Cole’s strong body to his thick member that was beginning to respond to the sight of Gabe’s own nude, aroused form. He shifted on the bed and groaned. “I think you bruised my ass.”
Cole grinned and walked to the bed, tossing the towel aside. “What did you expect?” He crawled over the end of the mattress and up between Gabe’s legs, kissing along his inner thighs until he arrived at his rising cock.
“Nothing less,” Gabe smiled.
Sliding his fist around Gabe’s shaft, Cole stroked his stiff muscle. “You need me to massage your tender tushy for you? Make it feel all better?” he wrapped his lips around the head of Gabe’s cock and sucked.
“Mm.” Gabe shuddered. “In a minute. First…” he released a shaky breath. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
Cole sucked him in, swallowing his full shaft, and pumped his mouth on him. Tight, silky soft, wet heat enveloped his dick, squeezing and flexing, sucking and stroking.
“Oh my God…” Gabe swallowed thickly and sank into his pillow. He thrust his hips in a slow motion, dipping in and out of Cole’s throat cavern. “Oh…fuck…”
Cole moaned and pulled off him, sucking up the length of his cock then licking his lips as the head popped out. “Yum.” He patted Gabe’s thigh. “Turn over. Let me sooth that ass.”
Once on his stomach, Gabe hugged his pillow under his chin and spread his legs. Cole grabbed his own pillow and tucked it under Gabe’s hips, arching his ass a bit, then spread open his firm cheeks. “Looking a little enflamed,” Cole chuckled quietly. “But I know just what you need.” He ran his thumbs down inside Gabe’s crack and opened him a fraction more, dribbled spit onto his sore hole, then gently massaged him with his tongue.
“Fuck…” Gabe gasped and lifted his rear end.
“Feel good?” Cole murmured between his cheeks.
“God, yes.” Gabe shivered and bit the pillow when Cole lightly nudged his hole with the tip of his slick, soft tongue and rimmed his throbbing ring. “Oh fuck…tongue fuck me, baby…”
He felt Cole grin against his ass. “Sure it won’t hurt too much?”
Gabe grunted. “I’m tough. I can take it.”
“How much can you take?” Cole asked, plunged his tongue into his ass, stroke a few times, then pulled out. “Because I have something much larger aching to slide back in there.”
Gabe quivered all the way down his body. “No pain, no gain. Bring it on, baby.”
Chapter 2
Dane was helpless to just lay back and enjoy the view when Angel came up the stairs like a celestial creature ascending to heaven, skimpy briefs hugging low on his hips and high on his delicious ass cheeks. He brought with him two steaming cups of coffee, carefully crawled onto the bed on his knees and handed one cup to Dane. He straddled Dane’s lap and sat down, the sheet between them, and slowly sipped from his cup, his beautiful eyes holding Dane’s gaze.
“You were exquisite last night.” Angel scooted forward a bit and settled lower on Dane’s growing arousal.
“I wouldn’t look half as good up there without you.” Dane slid one arm around his slender waist and pulled him up closer, kissed his lips, then blew across the surface of his steaming coffee and took a drink.
Angel smiled and draped an arm around his neck, stealing another kiss. “That’s not what I hear. You rocked the stage long before I came along.”
Dane pfted and shrugged. “Rumors, that’s all.”
“Sure. Sure.”
Chuckling softly, Dane rubbed his hand over Angel’s ass, running his middle finger down between his parted cheeks where his tiny briefs pulled into the crease. “I wouldn’t lie to you, baby.” He kissed Angel’s neck. “You make me shine.”
Angel grinned and kissed his hair. “That’s because I polish you so much.” He rolled his ass on Dane’s hard member and giggled low.
“Fuck,” Dane laughed and raised his head. “Yes, you do. And don’t ever stop.” He took another drink of coffee then set the cup aside, along with Angel’s drink, then wrapped both arms around him and squeezed his little ass. His fingertips caressed between his cheeks, pushing beneath the tight, skimpy briefs. God, baby, I love your perfect petite ass. Dane kissed his mouth and pulled Angel tighter against him. He tugged the sheet from between them and Dane’s stiff shaft pushed up through An
gel’s crease. They both moaned as Angel slid up and down the topside of Dane’s cock, his cheeks so soft and warm. “Shit, baby,” Dane shuddered and kissed his throat. He worked his hands under the low waistband of Angel’s underwear and pushed them off his slim hips. “We need to get rid of these,” he groaned.
“I thought you’d be worn out after last night,” Angel teased.
“No, you didn’t,” Dane grinned and sucked his neck, gripping his bare ass beneath his briefs. “You know me better than that by now.”
“True.” Angel laughed softly and stood up, still straddling Dane’s lap. He looked down at Dane with a sexy, playful look on his face as he swayed his hips and slowly peeled his shorts off, freeing his rigid member.
“Oh dear God…” Dane shivered and dragged his briefs on down his lean, sexy legs as he gave his thick shaft a few long licks.
Angel stepped out of the shorts, standing in place as Dane sucked him and rubbed his hands up the back of Angel’s thighs, cupping his tense ass. A soft Mmmm slid up Angel’s throat. His fingers pushed through Dane’s black hair and he rotated his hips slowly, sensually rocking his cock in and out of Dane’s mouth. “Yes, baby…” Angel whimpered and squeezed his soft strands. “Uummm…that feels so good.” He panted softly. “Squeeze my balls…I love it when you do that.”
Shifting one hand from his ass, Dane brought it around front and did as requested, massaging his tightening sack, tugging gently. Angel shivered and gripped Dane’s head, his moans growing louder. Dane ran one finger along the hard muscle behind his balls and into his ass, slipping in a second digit right away, and pumped him deep, sucking him harder.
“Uuh!” Angel gasped and gouged Dane’s scalp. “Oh fuck, baby…yes…Dane…fuck me…I want your cock, baby…” He pulled out of Dane’s mouth and dropped to his knees. He cupped Dane’s face and kissed him hard, lowering his ass onto the tip of Dane’s dick. “Fuck me, baby,” he moaned.
Dane wet his shaft with saliva and pulled Angel down on him as he pushed up in one smooth thrust, sinking in all the way.
“Uuhh…” Angel shuddered and hugged his head. “Yes…” He stroked up and down on Dane’s cock, slowly at first, then faster and harder, his tight inner muscles squeezing Dane’s shaft. “Uh-uh…fuck…”
“Oh yeah…” Dane clutched his ass and pumped him urgently. He shoved his face in Angel’s neck, panting erratically. “Yes, baby…fuck me…oh my God…” He clung to him desperately, his balls knotting with tension. “Fuck…” he swallowed hard and raised his head. “Turn around, baby.”
In a skillful move, Angel twisted around with his back to Dane, their bodies barely separating before he was seated on him again, in reverse. Angel leaned forward and gripped Dane’s knees, rocking his ass on his cock.
Dane loved his position and angle, watching Angel’s tight little ass swallowing his thick shaft again and again. “Uuhhh…fuck,” he choked and rested back on his arms, hips thrusting, bringing his cock up to meet Angel’s ass as their bodies collided. His head fell back. “Fuuuck! Yes!”
“Uuhhmm…” Angel straightened and clasped his hands behind his head and rotated his ass, hips swiveling, twisting his supple physique in an erotic, hypnotic dance. “Oh yes, baby…”
Dane whimpered as his head came up and he watched Angel’s lean little body curve and sway on his cock. It didn’t matter how many times they made love, everything Angel did to him felt brand new—every fucking time. His heart pounded wildly with the ecstasy surging through him and the love overflowing his senses. He leaned forward and hugged Angel as they fucked each other so wonderfully.
“Marry me, baby,” he trembled against his ear. He wrapped one hand around Angel’s rigid, swaying cock and stroked him. “Be my husband. Be with me forever.”
“I thought we already established that,” Angel panted and laid his head back on Dane’s shoulder as low whimpers bubbled in his throat. He pumped himself on Dane and thrust his shaft through Dane’s tight fist. “Uuhh…fuck, Dane…”
“I just want to hear you say it one more time.” Dane kissed his ear, his neck.
Angel shivered. “Yes,” he breathed unsteadily on another whimper, his tender body moving sensually in Dane’s arms. “I will marry you, baby…” his breath caught and he moaned shakily then swallowed hard. “I’ll be yours forever…in this life and the next…” he clutched Dane’s arms suddenly, breath quickening, faster and faster, ass bouncing harder, wilder. “Uuh! Shit! I’m coming!”
Dane squeezed his cock and pumped him to orgasm as Angel rode him furiously, pulling the cum from Dane’s balls as he shot his load all over the bed.
“God!” Dane yelled and clutched him desperately, shoving him forward onto his stomach, fucking him urgently until the orgasm passed through and finally released him. “Oh fuck…” he trembled hard against Angel’s back, kissed his damp hair then rolled off him, landing on his back. “Fuck, baby, you about fuck me to death every time.”
Exhaling with force, Angel turned onto his side and laid his head on Dane’s heaving chest, his hot breath pluming across Dane’s wet skin. “I don’t want you dead,” he panted. “Maybe I should stop fucking you so hard.” He smiled against Dane’s heated pec muscle. “Ya think?”
“Like hell,” Dane groaned and chuckled. “I’d rather die happy than live in agony.”
Angel sighed and nodded, eyes sliding closed in exhaustion. “Amen, baby.”
♦
Max watched Horatio sleeping beside him. He brushed a short strand off his brow and kissed him between the eyes. It was during sleep that he looked most like the young boy Max had fallen head over heels in love with. And last night on stage…Max trembled and smiled; that boy had been out in all his glory.
Tucking his arm under his head, Max gazed at his beautiful face. How had he survived so long without Horatio right here within arms’ reach? To imagine it now—having to live without Horatio—it nearly stopped Max’s heart in his chest. Was this how Horatio had felt the entire time they were apart?
A lump formed in Max’s throat and tears glazed his vision. He stroked the back of his fingers down Horatio’s warm cheek. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have left you, shouldn’t have shut you out and forced you to live so many years thinking I couldn’t love you.” He swallowed thickly and lightly kissed his lips. “I couldn’t stop loving you, and I shouldn’t have tried.”
Though all was well in their world now, Max couldn’t let himself dwell on what he put Horatio through. Even with it in the past, it still broke him down to know he had been the one thing that had prevented Horatio’s happiness for nearly two decades. All Horatio had needed from him, was to know Max still loved him…still wanted to love him. And that was the one thing Max had refused him.
It was so much more difficult living with the guilt of hurting another, than with the pain of being hurt. Horatio had let it all go the instant Max came back to him. Max was having a harder time, but he would get there. Horatio’s love soothed his aching heart. His sheer joy of just being with Max, let Max know that it was okay to lay the past to rest, forgive himself and move forward. All that mattered to Horatio now was that he was marrying the boy of his dreams, the love of his life.
Max stroked his cheek again and touched his head to Horatio’s brow. “You were always the best thing in my life,” he whispered with a soft tremor. “Even when you weren’t there.”
He closed his eyes, then opened them an instant later when he felt Horatio’s kiss on his lips.
“I was always there,” he murmured.
Max smiled warmly and kissed him. “Yeah, baby, you were.”
“I loved dancing with you last night,” Horatio whispered.
“I loved it, too.”
“Ricky was right,” Horatio said quietly. “About the stage…what it does to you.”
Max rubbed his lips on Horatio’s mouth, smiling. “Does that mean you might want to do it again?”
Moaning softly, Horatio sucked the kiss
from Max’s lips. “Not might,” he breathed into his mouth. “I do.”
“I like how you say that,” Max smiled. “I do. Can’t wait to hear you say it at the wedding.” He wrapped his arms around Horatio and hugged him tight. “Then I will own you.”
Horatio grinned and rubbed his hands up Max’s neck. “You always have.”
“But now it will be legally binding.” Max winked and kissed him. “You’ll be breaking the law if you ever leave me.”
Horatio chuckled. “Is that so?”
“Absolutely.” He nibbled Horatio’s lower lip. “Don’t want to be an outlaw, do you?”
“I don’t know,” Horatio mused. “Outlaws are kind of sexy. Just look at Clint and his posse.”
Max laughed. “Touché.”
♦
Upon waking to a skull-crushing migraine, Nolan Emery made a pact with himself then and there to never drink to excess again in his life. It wasn’t his habit to do so in the first place. He wasn’t certain why he had indulged at the party. Typically, two drinks—at the most—were his limit, and it was a limit he rarely crossed over. He didn’t like losing power over his senses, thoughts, words…actions. He thrived on control; not that of others but of himself, his life. And it threw off the equilibrium and order of his world when he sacrificed that control.
Like last night.
Last night. Last night should have been lost within the alcohol-induced haze. There shouldn’t have been a single shred of incriminating evidence left come morning. He needed the details erased—the “case” dismissed due to inadmissible evidence—because he couldn’t accept them; couldn’t fucking handle them.
It was the liquor. That was all. That’s what he would keep telling himself until the memory of nearly fucking a man absorbed into his brain matter and was no more.