by Jools Louise
Into the workshop came three young men. Cooper’s eyes were fixed on one in particular. The guy had blond hair and blue eyes…the mirror image of his own. Blue eyes were common enough, but he knew those eyes. Chester.
“Chester?” he asked, barely breathing the word. The man’s eyes widened, his steps quickened, and he was suddenly in Cooper’s arms, his arms wrapped tightly around his older brother. He couldn’t believe he was holding onto the brother he’d last seen all those years ago. The brother who’d only been a little boy of five, eight years his junior. The kid he’s last seen on the streets of Sage, over twenty years ago.
They held each other for a long time, tears streaking their cheeks. Finally, pulling away, Cooper gazed avidly at the boy who was now a man of at least…God, thirty or so? He was slim, with those vivid eyes, his hair pulled back in a short ponytail. A small scar marred his chin, and another at the corner of one eye. “What happened to you?” Cooper breathed, his hands firm on the younger man’s shoulders.
“The cult happened,” Chester replied bitterly. “I was taken to some camp nearby, and then transferred into another truck. It took two days to get there, and then me and these other guys—” He gestured to his companions. “This is Simeon and Curt. We were…changed,” he said finally.
“Changed?” Cooper asked, confused.
Chester suddenly bared long feline fangs, like those of a tiger or something similar.
Cooper felt sick. He and his brother were human. He knew of shifters…he’d always known. You didn’t live in this area, with the cult’s evil permeating everything, without having some idea about shifters. It had fascinated him, that there was such a thing as animals living within people, who could change at will, yet repelled him that anyone would try to hurt them or exploit them. The fact that his brother had been used as some kind of lab rat, and changed against his will, made Cooper angry as hell.
“The worst was when the cult began to be exposed,” Chester said matter-of-factly. “When Joe and his crew got too close, they abandoned ship, mostly, and shoved us down in a bunker. We didn’t think we’d survive.”
Cooper grabbed his brother again, feeling sick again. While he’d been immersed in his grief, his brother had been dealing with far worse.
“We’re staying here in town, at Cody’s place,” the man called Simeon said. “You should come over, meet everyone.”
Cooper nodded, blinking back tears. “I will,” he replied, feeling exhausted by all the emotions that were pouring from him. After years of feeling nothing, everything was now battering at him full force.
“Why don’t we have dinner together?” Zane suggested. “Mick and Jamie’s restaurant is great.”
“The old diner, right?” Cooper asked, finally releasing his brother and stepping back. “MJ’s?”
“Yes,” Curt cut in. “We’ve eaten there loads of times. They do pretty good pot roast, and ribs, and something called shepherd’s pie, one of John’s suggestions.”
“That sounds good,” Cooper said, smiling at the younger men. There were traces of shadows in their eyes, a remnant of their experiences, but they looked physically well. “Shall we meet at around seven? If we can get a table?”
“I’ll go see Mick right now,” Joe said, putting an arm around his husband’s waist. “I’ll let you know if there’s a problem.”
“I’ll see you later, bro,” Chester said, kissing his brother on the cheek. “We have to go to work, at the grocery store. We’ll meet you at the restaurant.”
Cooper nodded, watching them leave. A few seconds later, he was alone with Zane again and felt the weight of the man’s sherry-brown eyes on him.
Turning, he met Zane’s look with his own. The heat in the room shot up ten degrees, the scorching temperature in Zane’s eyes setting Cooper’s libido on fire. He took a step closer, mouth parting and cock thickening.
They came together, hands reaching and lips searching. Hungry moans echoed through the workshop, and Cooper thought he would come right there. A slight sound from behind them stopped their kisses before things got out of hand, and both men turned to see a small slender young man at the door.
Breathing hard, Zane cleared his throat twice before speaking.
“Hey, Ernest, how’s things?” he said, licking his lips and adjusting his jeans to a more comfortable fit. He restrained the apology that was on his lips, staring at Ernest’s face, seeing no jealousy there, noting a spark of something that had his pulse racing even more.
The young man stared at Zane, and then Cooper, his expression a mix of awe, surprise, and a touch of pure lust. Cooper felt a flash of awareness jolt through him, his eyes meeting the pale gold of the newcomer, seeing the sleek, compact body and the evidence of arousal in the bulging crotch of the man’s jeans. Shit, the man was sexy as fuck, that doe-like look in his beautiful eyes showing no jealousy, only carnal curiosity.
“It’s Thursday,” Ernest said hesitantly. “Did I get the wrong day?”
“No, no, Ernest…I just, er, forgot that I was expecting you,” Zane said with a slightly embarrassed smile. “Someone distracted me,” he continued, with a speaking glance at Cooper.
Ernest gave a slight smile. “That was some distraction,” he replied shyly.
Cooper grinned at him wickedly. “What can I say? I just have that effect.”
Zane nudged him with his elbow. “This is Ernest. He’s going to be working here part-time, see if he likes it here. He came for an interview two weeks ago… He fits perfectly.” Cooper shot Zane a look, hearing the double meaning in the words. Zane was looking at Ernest with eyes dark with desire.
“Hi, Ernest, I’m Cooper,” the older man said, holding out his hand. Ernest walked farther into the workshop and took Cooper’s hand, shaking it quickly. Cooper felt that soft touch jolt right through to his cock. What was happening? His libido was working overtime, first with Zane, and now this little bundle of gorgeousness. Cooper was mesmerized by the smaller man’s beauty, the long pale gold hair, and those stunning eyes set in a face of almost feminine perfection. “I’m unemployed.”
Ernest giggled a little, keeping hold of Cooper’s hand.
Cooper shot Zane a look, kind of questioning. Zane sent him a knowing one in return and gave a slight nod. That brief exchange had Cooper’s blood humming. He didn’t quite know what was happening. He’d been a one-man kind of guy until now, but it seemed like he was now fiercely attracted to a second man as well. Ernest was just too cute for words—and Zane was giving his approval.
“What do you think of it so far?” Cooper asked huskily, stroking his thumb along Ernest’s soft hand. Ernest met his gaze with one that was darkening with desire.
“Sexy as hell,” Ernest replied, licking his lips. Cooper followed the path of that pink tongue intensely and groaned. He shot a second, questioning look at Zane, who smiled, his cinnamon eyes dark with passion, watching the proceedings with interest, and not a hint of jealousy.
“Sexy’s good,” Cooper said approvingly, bringing Ernest’s hand up to his lips and running his lips over the ridge of knuckles. His tongue came out, retracing the path, exploring Ernest’s fingers by taste.
“You’re beautiful, little one,” Cooper complimented, smiling into Ernest’s eyes, hearing the hitch of breath as Ernest inhaled sharply.
Sucking one finger into his mouth, Cooper kept his eyes on Ernest, gauging the man’s readiness. He didn’t want to do anything that Ernest didn’t want, but judging by the guy’s responses, that wasn’t going to be a problem.
“Thank you,” Ernest replied with a gasp, his eyes narrowing to slits, a moan leaving his lips. “You’re not too shabby yourself.”
Zane gave a soft laugh and moved in behind the little shifter. “Ernest and I came to an…understanding…a couple of weeks ago, when he came here for a job.”
Zane trailed his tongue over the soft, smooth globes of Ernest’s ass, hearing the younger man’s helpless moans of pleasure. “Baby, you taste so good,” he said hoarsel
y, nipping at the tempting mounds with his blunt teeth. “So fucking good.” Burying his face between those soft cheeks, he inhaled the musky scent of his lover, his fingers caressing every inch of the man’s sleek body. He loved exploring, loved driving the man out of his mind. The guy was so responsive, so passionate. Zane was in awe that he could turn Ernest to putty with just his mouth.
“Zane, please, I need you inside me,” Ernest pleaded, fisting his slim cock urgently, lying sprawled across the desk, legs wide, showing off every tempting curve of his body to perfection.
Zane groaned, and then straightened up. Lifting Ernest’s legs over his forearms, he moved into position, parking his cock at the entrance to Ernest’s sweet ass, having spent several delicious moments preparing the man for lift-off. “Here goes, sweetness,” he growled, and then slid home in one smooth thrust. Ernest cried out, hips bucking, driving Zane even deeper.
“Fuck me, Zane, please,” Ernest begged, and Zane complied eagerly.
Zane nipped at Ernest’s soft neck, nuzzling the smooth flesh with his lips, and then sucking hard, wanting to mark the younger man. “Ernest is so sensual,” he commented, laving the small wound with gentle licks. “He’s so responsive to my every touch.” Ernest let out another moan, his head falling back against Zane’s broad chest.
“How does he taste?” Cooper growled, sinking to his knees and unzipping Ernest’s fly. Loosening the man’s belt, he let the jeans fall down, admiring the sexy red cock that bounced invitingly as it fell into his hand. Glancing up, he locked eyes with Zane and then inhaled Ernest’s pretty cock in one swallow. Ernest cried out, jerking between the two bigger men, his hips moving in an involuntary rhythm, fucking Cooper’s mouth urgently. “Delicious, and nutritious,” Cooper said gruffly around the mouthful of meat, then hollowed his cheeks, eyes still fixed on Zane’s, and sucked the younger man off with gusto.
Liquid pleas and breathless cries rent the air, Ernest’s body a plaything as the two men enjoyed his passion. Zane trailed his fingers over Ernest’s chest, tweaking the shifter’s nipples sharply and then rubbing the sting away with soothing strokes.
“Oh, fuck,” a voice said, interrupting the sexy show. Cooper grunted but didn’t release Ernest’s cock, giving a couple of hard sucks, moaning when Ernest came apart, his cock jerking inside Cooper’s hungry mouth, spurts of warm cream spilling onto his tongue. Cooper swallowed some of the sexy load, humming his pleasure as he tasted Ernest’s delicious spunk. The flavorful fluid continued to dribble from the man’s dick, and he stroked his lover’s flanks gently as the man came back down to earth.
Turning his head slowly, Cooper met the eyes of their visitor, who slowly closed and locked the front doors behind him as he stepped inside. His mouth still full of cum, Cooper saw the lust and longing in the man’s eyes. He’d never seen eyes quite that color before, a shade of the lightest green, almost translucent, and dark gold hair gleaming with good health, falling to his shoulders. He felt a similar jolt of attraction to the one when he’d first seen Ernest. He saw a reciprocal awareness from the stranger, and his pulse rate increased with excitement.
“Luther,” Zane said in a hoarse voice, sounding breathless, as though he’d just run a fast race.
“I wanted to…” Luther began, stalking forward like a hunting predator, his pale eyes fixed on Ernest’s heaving body, and the limp cock that was already beginning to fill again.
“Zane…I…” Ernest said in a whimper, pleading silently with his eyes.
Zane lowered his head, turning Ernest’s to the side and kissing him hungrily. “You want him, don’t you?” Ernest nodded, moaning again. “Do you mind sharing?” Zane asked, and Ernest gave a shudder, his cock thickening even more.
“I dreamed of you and Luther and me, having sex… Now we get to have Cooper, too…if he wants it.”
Cooper heard the groan coming from Luther and held out his hand, drawing the newcomer closer. He opened his mouth, showing Luther the mouthful of cum he still savored, a wicked gleam in his eye. He didn’t quite know what was happening to him, but right now, these three men were calling to him on a most primal level, and he wasn’t saying no. An afternoon spent fucking and sucking sounded just perfect to him.
Luther stepped even closer, staring with dazed bemusement at the mess of spunk on Cooper’s tongue, then leaned forward, pressed his open mouth to Cooper’s, and began to feed. Cooper dragged the man closer, mashing his mouth to Luther’s, letting the guy eat his fill. The kiss turned sloppy, Cooper’s cock threatening to punch right through the thick denim of his jeans. The stench of sex was heavy on the air, and Cooper wanted more. He wanted a warm, soft bed, and he wanted everyone naked—right now.
“Upstairs,” Zane muttered, lifting Ernest into his arms, his mouth drinking from the man’s succulent mouth. He led the way to the back of the shop, up a set of wide stairs, and into the large apartment above, where he lived. Cooper followed, Luther in his arms, and prepared for an unexpected liaison.
Chapter Three:
Four Hearts Find Solace
Ernest couldn’t believe that all his fantasies were about to come true…with an added bonus—Cooper. He’d been attracted to Luther for years, since they’d first found themselves in the clutches of the evil cult. Luther had been nervous, the two young men having been punished over and over if they even looked at one another during their incarceration. Then, in the tunnels, they had been separated and nearly died. Those lasting scars, internal, had stopped the pair of them consummating any desires they might have had.
Ernest had seen the new carpentry workshop that had opened. He’d taken one look at the owner, all six feet of sexy, studly Arapaho, with his rough hands and gentle smile, and had fallen instantly in lust. The man was human, his body beautifully formed, hard muscles rippling under his copper-toned skin. Zane’s long waist-length hair had been loose that day. Ernest had imagined how it would look, splayed out over a snow-white pillow, the man on his back as Ernest rode him into the nearest horizontal surface.
Ernest whimpered, looking over Zane’s shoulder, watching Luther being carried by Cooper, seeing the scorching desire in Luther’s beautiful eyes. The man’s golden hair fell to his shoulders, framing a face that was truly exquisite. The pale green eyes shone like gems from his gorgeous visage, staring at Ernest with such longing and hope, that Ernest’s heart clenched in response. He’d wanted Luther for so long.
Ernest had been in Zane’s bed before, his “interview” with the sexy man ending there, with the two of them making love for the rest of the day and far into the night. Ernest had loved Zane’s gentleness, loved the way Zane cared for him, making sure he reached his pleasure over and over before giving in to his own. Today, Thursday, he really had intended to start work, but after seeing the two sexy men kissing, all he could think of was fucking.
He felt the mattress dip beneath his slight weight, the extra-large king-size dwarfing his small body as he was placed gently on his back. Zane made short work of their clothes, flinging them aside, his body carrying a sheen of sweat. “Is this what you want, baby? All of us together?” Zane asked huskily, lying between Ernest’s spread thighs, his belly rubbing against Ernest’s now-hard cock.
Ernest nodded, watching with avid interest as Cooper brought Luther into the bedroom. Luther looked nervous, and Ernest was pleased that Cooper didn’t go all he-man on the guy. Luther had been through a lot—they all had. He needed careful handling.
“Are you sure about this?” Cooper asked Luther, stroking his hair gently. “We don’t have to if you’re scared.” He nibbled at Luther’s ear.
Luther gave a low moan of desire, tilting his head to the side. “I want this,” he replied, clutching at Cooper’s broad shoulders with slender fingers. “I’ve just never…you know…done any of this before,” he admitted, flushing with embarrassment.
Ernest watched as Cooper’s blue eyes went soft, the tenderness in them making Ernest’s heart weep. Cooper still held Luther in his arms, the young shifte
r’s slim legs wrapped around his waist. Big hands stroked along Luther’s back, caressing every inch of the man’s body that he could reach, kneading the taut globes of Luther’s bubble butt, hitching him up and down against his body. Luther groaned, his head falling back, eyes closing blissfully as Cooper nibbled a trail of moist fire along the shifter’s smooth throat, mouthing his Adam’s apple gently, and then licking a path up toward Luther’s open mouth.
“Did you enjoy our kiss?” Cooper asked, kissing Luther’s chin gently. “Did you like the taste of our lover’s cum on your tongue?” Luther nodded helplessly, another moan leaving his lips. “I want you in my mouth, too, baby,” Cooper continued, his fingers now under the waistband of Luther’s skinny jeans, massaging Luther’s bare ass gently. “You liked watching me suck Ernest’s dick, didn’t you? Would you like to suck on Ernest as well? He tastes so fucking sexy. Musky and salty, and so deliciously addictive.” Luther whimpered, his hips rocking harder now. Cooper moved one of his hands around, loosening Luther’s jeans, and then shoving them out of the way.
“That’s it, baby, fuck yourself on me, take what you want,” Cooper whispered, his fingers delving between Luther’s thighs, caressing the wrinkled sac that hung like ripe, swollen grapes, rolling them around playfully. With a piercing cry, Luther came, spattering Cooper’s shirt with streaks of cum. Lifting the man higher, Cooper took the next load across the face, his tongue lashing out to catch the thick streams spraying every which way. “Here, taste yourself, sweetheart,” Cooper invited, and Luther began to lap at the mess of cum that streaked his lover’s face.
Ernest groaned at the sexy show and then gasped as he felt Zane’s fingers at his hole, probing at the starburst that guarded his aching chute. “Yes,” he begged, spreading his legs wider.
“I need to get you ready first, honey,” Zane replied with a grin, then slid down the bed, draped Ernest’s legs over his thick shoulders, and proceeded to drive Ernest right out of his mind.