by T. M. Smith
Jon pulled out and dropped down on to the bed beside him. “Wow, that was…”
Kory turned to face him, running his fingers over Jon’s cheek before kissing him. “That was everything.”
“Yeah, it was.” Jon grabbed Kory by the hip and pulled him closer, his eyes drifting closed, dosing off to the now familiar sounds of Kory’s soft purr. It was actually the combination of a soft snore and the vibrations of the sound when Kory slept with his head on Jon’s chest, or buried in the crook of Jon’s neck. But Jon rather liked his first impression of the sound, the comparison of Kory to a fat, contented house cat. Both were moody and temperamental. Both did their own thing, moved to the beat of their own drum. And both would claw your eyes out if you pissed them off. Yep, that was an apt description of his Kory.
~ Epilogue ~
Jon finally went back to work the week before Thanksgiving, having to be cleared by not only his physician, but with a psych evaluation as well. When Kory suggested Tristan do the evaluation all three Brennan brothers laughed him off.
“Oh hell no!” Tristan shouted.
“I agree. If we leave it up to Tris, I won’t be cleared until I’m sixty.” Jon countered.
Kory and Sal still had a strained relationship, Sal being the only Brennan that didn’t adore Jon’s partner. It was a work in progress though, and Kory was determined to build a better bond with the oldest Brennan brother. When Kory announced over Sunday dinner at Jon’s parents’ house a few weeks later that he was officially a retired porn star, and unofficially a full time Art major at NYU in the spring, Sal was the first one to stand and walk over to Kory. Holding his hand out for Kory to shake then pulling him in for a one armed hug, Sal extended an olive branch that day.
Victor, Andrew and Mattie invited everyone out the house for an early Thanksgiving dinner the day before the holiday, knowing that most of them had plans on the actual day, but wanting to share the holiday with their odd little family regardless.
The large dining room table could barely be seen, covered in food, plates and glasses. Mattie, Andrew and Gabe had gone all out for the Thanksgiving feast this year, up at the ass crack of dawn to start cooking the meal that was laid out before them. Turkey with all the trimmings, six different pies and a dozen different bottles of wine were being passed around the table. William, Dusty and Micah were already eating while everyone else filled their plates.
Kory sat there for a while, just watching everyone as they talked, joked with each other, filled their plates and laughed at something funny that someone said. He felt Jon’s hand on his shoulder, his body leaning toward Jon on instinct. “Your sister looks happy.”
Kory looked at his sister sitting across the table from him, leaning into Jordan as he talked to her, much like Jon and Kory were positioned. It made Kory smile. Kassie seemed to sense his eyes on her, glancing his way she grinned back and winked at Kory before nodding and turning back to Jordan. It was in that moment, sitting at the table surrounded by friends, family, and the love of his life, that Kory knew his life going forward would be a life worth living.
There had been no more bad dreams or panic attacks since the night they figured out Kassie was his sister. Temper tantrums and meltdowns were Kory’s specialty, so sadly, they were there to stay. But since that morning in the pool house, when Kory opened up and shared his soul with Jon and they made love, Kory had found an odd sort of peace in his life.
“Hey, everybody, can I have your attention for a sec?” Jordan spoke over all the voices as he stood and snapped his fingers, trying to get everyone’s attention.
When the room was quiet, Jordan cleared his throat. “Tonight is all about giving thanks. I am thankful to have all of you in my life, I consider each and every one of you family, even you Kory,” Jordan said with a wry grin. “The past couple of years have been a series of ups and downs for our family, with the fiasco at Club Berlin and the aftermath of that incident. Then discovering that Kassie is Kory’s sister and everything surrounding the tragedy that tore them apart; darkness like that can gut a person, make you question everything in your life.” Jordan glanced over at Kory, his gaze sympathetic, knowing.
“Losing Gio and coming close to losing Jon before we ever really got to know him,” Jordan leaned down and kissed Gabe on the head, giving him a half assed hug before righting himself. “My point is, life is too short for bullshit. If we don’t put ourselves out there, we don’t get hurt. But if we don’t put ourselves out there, we just might miss what is standing right in front of us, staring us in the face.”
Jordan turned to face Kory again, “Kory, I want you to know I love your sister, more than anything, and I will do right by her. And that’s why…” Jordan trailed off, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, black, velvet box. He knelt down next to Kassie and opened the box, presenting her with a shimmering, princess cut solitaire diamond ring.
Kassie looked at the ring, wide eyed, reaching for it then pausing and turning to look at Kory. The first thought Kory had was… Fuck, I hope he doesn’t break her heart. Mentally kicking himself in the ass, he thought about the way Jordan looked at Kassie, the way he doted on her, the love they felt for each other, glaringly obvious to anyone that knew them. Sometimes, you just have to jump in, he thought, smiling and nodding at Jordan.
The smile Jordan gave him was huge, bright and brimming with emotions. Turning to Kassie, he finished the sentence he had left hanging only moments before. “Kassie Anderson White, I love you so fucking much, and I would be honored to be your husband. Will you…”
“YES!!!” Kassie shrieked, throwing herself at him.
Everyone jumped up and cheered. They were all clapping and shouting out congratulations, taking turns hugging the happy couple. Kory and Micah were the only ones that remained seated. For once, Kory was happy to sit back and watch the madness, not be directly in the middle of it. Out of the corner of his eye, Kory saw Andrew pulling the champagne glasses from the cabinet, Mattie’s arms loaded with four bottles of bubbly.
He leaned over toward Micah. “Hey, there is fixing to be a series of pops, just warning you.” Micah smiled and nodded.
Soon everyone held a glass full of sparkling liquid, taking turns toasting. Kassie turned in a circle looking for something, her eyes finally falling on Kory. She smiled and Kory stood, walking over to her. “Hey there big brother, you okay with this?”
“Of course I am. He makes you happy. Anyone can see that.” Kory wrapped his arms around her, lifting a giggling Kas up off the floor and spinning her in a circle before setting her back down on her feet.
Kas stood on her tiptoes and kissed Kory on the cheek before she turned and walked over to stand by Jordan. Kory smiled at Jon when their eyes met across the room. He was weaving through everyone and making his way over to Kory. He wrapped an arm around Kory as soon as he was in arms reach and pulled him close, kissing him softly before whispering into Kory’s ear, “Looks like the Brennan family Christmas dinner just got a little more crowded.”
Family… Kory thought. The one thing he always wanted, the thing that was so violently taken from him so many years ago. Standing there in the dining room of his former employers, surrounded by his eclectic group of friends, his boyfriend and his sister… Kory smiled, knowing he was finally home.
A little something extra for customers that are purchasing the Box Set, or reading on Kindle Unlimited. Here are a couple of deleted scenes that were shown exclusively on Kathy Mac’s blog. Now, be aware that these scenes never went through editing as they landed on the cutting room floor for one reason or another. They are also very much R rated/ NSFW. Enjoy!!
Deleted scene from Fame and Fortune
“Oh God, yeah, right there!” Mattie cried out as Andrew probed his wanton hole with his tongue. Once he had Mattie lose and pliable, he grabbed the bottle of lube and covered his rock hard cock before lining up and slowly pushing his way in.
“God Mattie, so good, so tight.” Andrew growled low in his thr
oat as he began rocking into Mattie’s welcoming channel. He wrapped his arm around Mattie’s stomach and pulled him up onto his knees, the other hand digging into Mattie’s hip, holding him in place. Mattie turned his head and leaned back for a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss.
Andrew hissed when he felt one of Victor’s fingers slide into him, quickly followed by a second, then a third. “Vic, baby, gonna make me come before you’re even inside me,” he moaned.
Victor chuckled in his ear before biting the lobe, “Have to get you ready Andy.”
He pegged Andrew’s gland with his thick digits and Andrew cried out, slamming into Mattie, which caused him to cry out as well and fall forward on the bed. Mattie groaned and arched his back, causing his ass to lift further up and allowing Andrew a deeper level of penetration. He climbed onto the edge of the bed, on his knees, leaning over Mattie’s body and grabbing hold of his legs behind the knees for support and continued to slowly fuck Mattie to the point of insanity. Mattie was cussing and groaning and pushing back into every thrust in an attempt to get Andrew to bring him to the point of release. But Andrew was having far too much fun driving Mattie out of his mind, until he felt the press of Victor’s wet tongue sliding up his crease.
“Holy fuck!” Andrew shouted and not only lost his train of thought, he lost his rhythm. He could hear Victor laughing just before he felt the tip of Victor’s tongue penetrate his opening. It was taking all Andrew’s concentration just to breathe. He almost forgot his dick was buried inside a warm, welcoming ass until Mattie groaned in frustration. Andrew was rendered speechless and immobile as Mattie fucked himself on his cock and Victor tore his ass apart with his tongue and teeth.
The noises and sounds bouncing off the walls of the room created a sexy symphony that lulled Andrew into an almost comatose state. He could hear filthy words coming from Mattie mixed with his delicious little moans and groans and the squishy sound Mattie’s cock made as it slid along the tight grip of Mattie’s hand. Coming from behind him, Andrew could hear the slurping sounds Victor’s mouth made as he ravished Andrew’s hole, and the familiar sound of Victor fisting his own dick in his hand blended into the chorus of the tune they were playing.
Victor stood and spread Andrew’s knees further apart, making room for his larger body to slide into the space between his legs. He lined his cock up and drove all the way in with one slow push. It didn’t take long for the three of them to sync their bodies and begin moving fluidly together. Mattie fisted the pillow as the combined weight of both his men completely lost in their mutual lust threatened to send him through the wall with each push of their hips. Andrew was in the prime position in his spot in the middle. Every thrust forward brought Mattie closer to climax and his channel was literally milking Andrew’s dick. Every push back buried Victor’s thick cock all the way inside him, and his prostate pulsed with pleasure every time Victor pulled back and grazed it with that thick cock.
It was a good thing no one was in the adjoining room as the three of them came in quick succession. Between the headboard banging against the wall, Mattie’s screams, Andrew’s shouts and Victor’s animalistic growl, any neighbor may have called 911, fearing the person in their room was being brutally murdered.
They all fell onto the bed in a heap, Victor and Andrew remembering to pull out and fall on either side of Mattie, so they wouldn’t crush him with their weight.
“We’re you trying… to fuck me… through the wall?” Mattie finally managed to choke out between gasping for air.
Andrew and Victor both laughed so hard that their bodies made the bed shake.
“Stop moving for five minutes.” Mattie whined, rolling over onto his back. “I can’t breathe.”
Andrew was just starting to dose off when Mattie shoved him with his foot. “Go get a rag so we can clean up or we’re going to be superglued to the damn bed in the morning with as much come as there is on this fucking thing.”
“Vic baby,” Andrew flung his arm in the air, pointing toward the bathroom. “Rag.”
“Fuck off.” Was the only response he got from Victor, who did not even flinch, much less move.
“I guess you’re stuck with us then Mattie,” Andrew said and as the words sunk into the three fucked out minds in the bed, they all cracked up before curling into each other and falling asleep.
Deleted Scene from How to Deal
From chapter 8 Thankful, an alternate ending…
Kory could tell by the smoldering look on Jon’s face that the only thing stopping his hunky boyfriend from fucking him in the elevator were the presents that weighed down both their arms. They barely made it into the apartment before Jon dropped them and grabbed Kory, turning and pinning him to the door, ravishing his mouth with a deliberate kiss.
“Jon.” Kory groaned as Jon ground his already stiff cock into Kory’s hip. When Jon ran his hands down Kory’s back to his ass, grabbing a cheek in each hand, Kory welcomed the invitation and jumped into Jon’s arms, wrapping his legs around Jon’s waist. Jon fumbled for the door, found the lock and clicked it before turning and carrying Kory into his bedroom.
Jon managed to get Kory into the bedroom, naked and lying spread eagle in the middle of the bed without breaking the seal of their joined lips. When Jon stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at Kory and licking his lips, the look Kory saw in his eyes was somewhere between predatory and primal. He groaned and fell back on the bed when Jon turned and walked out of the bedroom.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Kory all but whined, like a petulant child.
Jon’s laugh grew louder as he made his way back into the bedroom, the gift bag from Gran in his hand. “Needed supplies,” Jon said, turning the bag up and dumping the contents onto the bed at Kory’s feet. He grabbed a condom and a packet of raspberry lube then climbed onto the bed, crawling up Kory’s body and leaving a trail of wet heat along Kory’s already sweat damp skin with his tongue.
“Oh God,” Kory whispered.
“No, just Jon,” was the reply. Kory couldn’t help but laugh, reaching around and smacking Jon on the ass. It was then that he realized Jon was still dressed. Well, clothes were loosely hanging from Jon’s muscular frame at least. His white button down shirt was undone and open, displaying Jon’s muscular chest and abs. His blue dress pants were also unbuttoned and unzipped, and Kory had to wonder why he was naked, but his man wasn’t.
“Too many clothes Jon,” Kory mumbled into Jon’s ear before gently biting down on the lobe, drawing a long moan from his lover.
Jon sat back on his knees and Kory sighed, certain his man was fixing to get naked then fuck him into the mattress. Best Christmas present EVER as far as Kory was concerned. Jon seemed to have other plans though. He bit the corner off the small packet of lube, spitting the tiny piece of wrapper out as he coated his fingers with the greasy substance. Without any preamble or warning, Jon reached between Kory’s legs and breached his tight hole with two fingers.
“OH FUCK!” Kory cried out, wincing, his body going rigid. The sharp pain was immediately replaced with pleasure as Jon bent his fingers, the tips rubbing over the tiny bundle of nerves inside his channel, making Kory’s eyes roll back in his head and his toes curl. “Oh, fuck, yeah!” Kory bit the words out between clinched teeth.
Instinct took over and Kory’s hips began moving on their own, riding the three fingers Jon had buried in his ass. Kory gasped when he opened his eyes to look up at Jon. He was staring down at Kory, mouth agape, panting, and his pupils were completely blown, eyes glassy with want and need. With his other hand, Jon reached behind him fumbling until he had a condom in his hand. Another tear of plastic, another corner spit in the same direction as the first as Jon managed to unwrap the condom before rolling it down his supremely stiff dick.
Jon pulled his fingers free of Kory’s body and jerked his shirt off, tossing it on the floor, before gripping the base of his shaft and guiding himself into the warm, tightness of Kory’s ass. Both men groaned in unison as Jon sank all the way
in with one, long push. He toyed with Kory for a while, fucking him hard and fast, then leaning back and slow fucking his hole almost to the point of insanity, holding Kory at the brink of orgasm far longer than normal.
After their first orgasm, Jon finally stripped off his pants and lay behind Kory on the bed, their bodies molded perfectly together. It didn’t take long for either of them to get hard again and Jon reached for another condom, quickly gloving up and pushing back into Kory from behind. It didn’t take long for Jon to push Kory over onto his stomach, pulling his ass up in the air until Kory was on his hands and knees, driving into Kory with slow, deliberate strokes that nailed Kory’s prostate with each pass.
“Come here babe,” Jon wrapped his arm around Kory’s chest and pulled him up until they were both on their knees. With a tight grip on Kory’s hip, the other hand holding him by the shoulder, Jon drove up into Kory’s body like a jackhammer.
Kory writhed and moaned and came dangerously close to being bucked off Jon’s dick a couple times before reaching back and grabbing hold of Jon’s thighs and holding on for dear life. Jon chuckled, “I got ya babe,” he told Kory, tightening his hold on Kory’s hip to the point of pain. Kory knew he would be sore and bruised by morning, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Right now, it just felt so fucking amazing he never wanted this to end.