Unexpected Liaisons [Spirit of Sage 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)

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by Jools Louise


  With a guttural groan, Zane shoved Cooper forward, dislodging Luther and Ernest, and then began powerfucking Cooper with hard, driving strokes. Grunting with the force, Cooper cried out with each deep thrust, head thrown back in ecstasy. He felt Zane’s mouth on his shoulder, then the sharp nip of blunt teeth breaking the skin, and yet another dollop of warm fluid sprayed his overflowing ass.

  “Fuuuck!” Cooper screamed, his cock trying valiantly to come for a third time, but only managed a slow dribble.

  “Mine!” Zane growled, still thrusting, and then collapsed with a sated sigh, draped over Cooper’s sweaty back.

  “Mine,” Luther giggled, and Cooper felt the jerk as the little shifter plugged Zane’s ass with his cock.

  “Mine,” Ernest chuckled, joining the daisy chain, and sinking into Luther’s willing hole, the three of them setting up an unsteady rhythm, trying to move in tandem, and not quite succeeding. Laughter filled the room, Cooper joining in as his mates attempted the tricky maneuver, and then finally came, roaring with amusement.

  “Sexy men.” Cooper grinned as they all collapsed in a heap on top of him. “Fuck that was a ride and a half!”

  “Insatiable!” Luther giggled, disengaging from Zane finally, which dislodged Ernest, who fell over laughing his head off, his face alight with hilarity.

  As one, they all went after Ernest, tickling him without mercy, his peals of enjoyment making them all smile.

  Eventually they napped, replete, taking an hour or so’s respite before heading back to their various chores… after a quick sandwich each. It was only lunchtime after all.

  * * * *

  The afternoon flew by, Luther and Zane working together companionably in the workshop. Cooper sat with Ernest upstairs, his respect for the little guy growing immensely. Ernest was bright, funny, and really intuitive when it came to the planning. They plowed through each of the applications, taking into account what was already in place, the specifications that would be needed for each business, and then looked at the legalities for some of the impending construction. A quick call to a federal friend had the applications expedited for the casino and entertainment complex. The facility would be the biggest in town, and would have a cinema, bowling alley, amusement arcade and a kiddies’ indoor play center, complete with ball pens, and a crèche, so exhausted parents could leave their little darlin’s for an hour to go grab a coffee—or a valium—or two.

  Aiden, who had sold his ranch a few miles away to help at Two Spirit, was helping with construction these days, assisting with building the gymnasium that Cody and Thomas wanted to set up. He was proving to be a valuable addition to their work crew, being super smart and a great leader. He was acting as assistant foreman for now, taking some of the pressure off Cody, and taking on the jobs that were already started, leaving the new stuff to Cody.

  Cooper heard footsteps in the hall, and lifted his head to see his little brother standing there, shuffling his feet a little, as though unsure of his welcome. Cooper stood up, opening his arms wide. Chester gave a low cry and then ran forward, holding tightly, crying a little in relief.

  “Hey, bro,” Cooper said gruffly, clearing his throat. He watched Ernest smile over at him, and then get up to leave.

  “No, it’s okay, you don’t have to go,” Chester protested. Ernest shot a look at Cooper, who shrugged.

  “Stay, baby,” he said.

  “Are you staying for dinner?” Ernest asked gently, and Chester looked a little lost for a second.

  “He can definitely stay,” Cooper said, hugging Chester tighter. Chester half laughed and then simply stood there, resting his cheek on Cooper’s chest.

  “Simeon and Curt came, too. Is it okay if…?” Chester began, and Ernest grinned, nodding.

  “Zane keeps a full fridge.” He giggled. “I’ll go see what’s there and start getting a meal together. Is there anything you don’t like?”

  Chester thought for a moment, and then said, “Anchovies,” with a disgruntled look.

  Ernest smiled widely, and then left for the kitchen.

  “Are you okay?” Cooper asked, having the sense that Chester wanted to ask him something.

  Chester sighed deeply, then pulled away. His blue eyes, a mirror of Cooper’s, showed a myriad of emotions. Cooper was struggling to read any of them, so he decided to take the initiative and talk about something else instead.

  “I got skills,” Cooper said, gesturing to the pile of papers on the large desk. He and Ernest had set up in Zane’s office, which was a decent size and contained Zane’s files. He kept an order book downstairs, but transferred everything to computer at the end of each day.

  “So I hear,” Chester said, relaxing slightly. “Zack said that Cody was ecstatic when he found out you were an engineer and architect.”

  Cooper snorted, grinning wryly. “Yeah, he just about had a kitten,” he retorted, which had Chester choking back a laugh. “So, you’re living at Pace and Zack’s house?” Cooper asked casually, seeing Chester give a hesitant nod. “What’s the matter, don’t you like it there?”

  Chester shook his head, looking miserable. “No, it’s not that…” he said.

  “He wants to stay with his big brother,” Zane said quietly from the hallway, resting on the doorjamb. Cooper sent his lover a startled look, seeing gentle understanding in Zane’s cinnamon eyes. “Curt and Simeon are a couple, now, and Chester’s feeling like a third wheel.”

  Cooper looked at Chester, seeing the misery increasing, then glanced at the door again, and spied Curt and Simeon standing there, looking uncomfortable. “We share a room,” Simeon said. Cooper had met the pair at dinner the other night and eyed the dark-haired man with some sympathy. He’d noticed the slight distance between the three, not animosity, but something hadn’t been right. “Curt and I are lovers, but Chester isn’t into…”

  “You’re straight,” Cooper said, understanding—he thought.

  “No, I’m bisexual,” Chester replied, flushing. “I like guys and girls equally. I’m friends with Curt and Sim, but I don’t want to fuck them.”

  Cooper let out a startled laugh at the claim, releasing the tension in the room. “Well then, at least we got that out of the way.”

  The three men looked almost relieved, as though they hadn’t done much talking about their new situation, or how it would affect their relationship.

  “We have three bedrooms here,” Zane interjected. “You’re all welcome to stay if you want, or just Chester, if that’s what you’d prefer. There’s plenty of room, as you’ve seen.”

  “You know I’m in a ménage, right?” Cooper asked his brother carefully, arching a brow as he waited for a response. “Just putting that out there, ’cause if you stay here, you’ll be hearing all sorts of…stuff that might make you uncomfortable.”

  Chester snorted at that, rolling his eyes. “I’ve already heard…stuff, from these two rabbits,” he said, which had his friends protesting their innocence, a wicked light in their eyes at the teasing. “I missed you so much, Cooper.” The last comment was said with so much feeling that it broke Cooper’s heart. His brother had been taken at a really young age and then subjected to God knows how many experiments, like a lab rat, before having his whole DNA altered, just for kicks.

  “Bro, I missed you, too,” Cooper responded, holding Chester close again, feeling the shuddering sigh that left the younger man. “You decide what you want to do. It’s not a problem if you stay here.”

  “You’re welcome here,” Luther said from behind Simeon and Curt, popping his head around the door. “You should be with your family.” He smiled gently at Chester, who looked relieved.

  “I’d like to stay here, if that’s okay,” he said hesitantly, and then looked at his friends.

  “Do you really want us here, too?” Curt asked, his short black hair gleaming under the light.

  Chester gave a low cry of distress and then lunged out of his brother’s arms. “Of course I do,” he said, hugging them both. “I’m sorr
y I’ve been such a jerk… I just felt so lonely, with you always canoodling.”

  “We’re sorry, too,” Simeon replied, kissing Chester’s hair gently. “We’ve been so caught up in ourselves, we didn’t think about what effect it was having on you.” He released Chester and smiled. “We’ve been through far too much to let a little thing like canoodling get between us, don’t you think?”

  Chester sniggered, punching Simeon’s arm lightly. “I suppose not, bunny rabbit,” he said then squealed when his friend grabbed him and gave him a noogie in retaliation.

  “So, I guess you’re all staying?” Zane asked with a delighted look at Cooper.

  Cooper shrugged, and then nodded. “I guess so,” he replied. “Are you sure we have room, with all the canoodling that’ll be going on?”

  Zane flipped him off, and then left the room, shaking his head.

  “Earplugs, I’ll need earplugs.” Chester grinned, darting away from Simeon’s reach.

  “Great, now that’s sorted, what’s for dinner?” Luther asked, rubbing his hands together eagerly. Grabbing his lover by the shoulders, Cooper directed him out of the office, toward the kitchen. “Let’s go find out, baby,” he said, smirking as he smacked Luther’s luscious ass.

  Chapter Seven:

  Family

  Ernest managed to put together quite the feast. He loved cooking, and that night he did a lemon butter chicken creation, with sugar snap peas, some creamy mashed potatoes, and even whipped up a fresh fruit salad containing melon, strawberries, grapes, and apple slices. Topping that off with thick cream, they were all fairly full by the time they’d eaten their fill.

  It was getting close to eight o’clock when the bell sounded, signaling they had visitors. Ernest went to answer, getting a shock when he saw Sheriff Pace and his husband, Zack, standing patiently by the side entrance.

  Staring up at the pair, Ernest swallowed hard as he looked up at the sheriff, who gave the term “stoic” a whole new undertone… The guy probably invented the word, his expression quite often sardonic or severe…or both. He had a sharp tongue and wasn’t afraid to speak his mind, often getting into it with one of the crew from Two Spirit ranch, who were Zack’s best friends. Apart from Cooper and Zane, Ernest had always been a little intimidated by big bruisers like Pace.

  “Hey, Ernest,” the sheriff said with a gentle smile on his face, and Ernest blinked in surprise, actually looking behind him to see if the guy was speaking to someone else.

  Zack let out a hearty chuckle, elbowing his husband in the ribs. “Darling, I think perhaps your usual demeanor, the grumpy old sheriff one, is working a little too well. Poor Ernest doesn’t recognize you when you’re smiling.”

  Pace rolled his eyes, ignoring his husband. “I do have a sense of humor,” he told Ernest with a grin. “It’s usually not very evident when dealing with some of the people in this town.” He sent a speaking look at Zack.

  The blond-haired lawyer fell against Pace, giving in to his hilarity while Pace shook his head ruefully at Ernest. “We came by to see if Chester and his buddies were okay. Is it okay if we come in?” He shot an amused look at his husband and then kissed him tenderly, which had Ernest viewing the sheriff in a whole new light. The pair were obviously very much in love, their contrasting personalities fitting well together.

  “They’re upstairs,” Ernest said, and then gestured for the two men to head up to the second level.

  Pace grabbed his husband in a headlock, and the two of them bickered as they walked the two flights to the large apartment. Ernest shook his head at their teasing and roughhousing. He and his brothers had been like that, his parents not so much. The older ones had preferred to show the example of controlled behavior…not acting like kids.

  “Hey, guys, sorry to disturb you,” Zack said breathlessly, shoving Pace’s arm from around his neck. “We just wanted to make sure everything was okay. We were a little worried about you.”

  Chester sent him a shame-faced look, finishing off a cup of coffee.

  “We’re sorry,” Simeon replied, flushing a little. “We didn’t mean to cause any upset… We’ve just been trying to figure things out, that’s all.”

  Cooper shook Pace’s hand, having only met him briefly the other night, and then smiled at Zack sheepishly. “This is my brother, Chester,” he said, nodding at the younger man. “He was kidnapped when he was five. Now that we’ve found each other, he and his friends would like to stay here…there’s plenty of room. Sorry we didn’t call and let you know.”

  Pace sent the younger guys a gently chiding look, but his eyes were soft with understanding. “It’s okay, we get it,” he responded, arching one brow. “Family is important, and you’ve been through a lot. Just keep us in the loop, okay?”

  The men nodded, looking relieved. “Besides, with you two sex maniacs out of the house, the place will be a lot quieter,” Zack teased, looking pointedly at Curt and Simeon, who began to protest loudly.

  “Earplugs,” Chester begged. “Just get me earplugs.”

  “Don’t look at me,” Cooper said with a wicked grin. “These three lunatics are twice as bad, always trying to get me to take a nap. Just this afternoon, I hadn’t even had a chance at lunch, and they were attacking me for sex.”

  Ernest giggled, with Luther joining in. Zane sent his lover a dry look, smirking. “We attacked you?” he said drolly.

  Cooper looked smug, sipping his coffee and ignoring the question. “Do you guys want a caffeine fix?” he asked. “I’ll go put another pot on, if you do.”

  Pace and Zack both nodded, and everyone left the table and went to sprawl on couches and armchairs in the other room. A football game was on, and soon they were all shouting at the screen or bickering about the plays.

  Ernest went to help clear the table with Cooper and then heard the doorbell go again. “I’ll get it,” Cooper said, and sauntered off. Ernest watched the man go, drooling at the grace and power he exhibited, even when just walking.

  A few moments later, the noise in the sitting room increased, and Ernest heard Luther’s siblings joining in the sports commentary. He smiled and then began to fill a tray with snacks. Football always made people hungry. Cooper returned to the kitchen, with an additional four people trailing behind—the wolverines who ran Spirit Ink. They all looked badass as hell in ripped jeans, T-shirts spouting various slogans, and their outrageous hairstyles quivering with attitude.

  “Hey, Ernest,” Lash said with a smile.

  Ernest nodded shyly, always a little bit intimidated around these four. “Hey,” he replied. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, we were just taking a stroll in town,” Rage said. “Cody kicked us out of his place, said Ethan needed his beauty sleep.” He rolled his eyes as he said it, and Ernest gave a slight giggle. Cody was a little OCD when it came to these guys and protecting his son from their advances. Everyone in town knew the five were mates. Cody was just taking longer to accept the fact.

  “There’s a football game going on in the other room, if you want to stay,” Cooper said, grabbing the tray. “Maybe I should get some beer from the store, what do you think?”

  “I’ll get it,” Ernest said quickly, feeling a little overwhelmed right then with all the people.

  “No, we’ll get it,” Cooper replied, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Let’s go see what the rabble wants.”

  “Mind if I tag along?” Slug drawled, looking a little edgy. “I still feel a little antsy in closed-in places…even though this place is great.”

  The three of them headed out to the store. It was only a little after nine, and the town was alive with people strolling the sidewalks, friendly greetings exchanged as they meandered toward the grocery outlet, which stayed open until midnight.

  “Feel better now?” Cooper asked after a few moments of companionable silence.

  Ernest sent him a startled glance, lost in his thoughts. “Yes. Thanks.” He paused for a minute before continuing. “It just got a little…busy, for a while
. I get anxious sometimes.”

  Slug gave a grunt of agreement, the chains that were hooked to his belt jingling as he walked in a punky kind of style. “Me, too,” he said, raising a brow when Ernest seemed surprised. “What? A guy as cool as me can’t feel anxiety as well?” he asked laconically, smirking.

  Cooper laughed at the man, having met him a couple of days ago when he got his new tat. The four wolverines were great fun, had a healthy if sarcastic sense of humor, and took no shit from anybody…except their mate, Ethan.

  “I’m sorry,” Ernest stammered, moving a little closer to Cooper, who looped an arm around his waist, cupping his hip bone.

  Slug’s expression softened, and he sent Ernest a more genuine smile. “Ernest, we all went through the wringer in those tunnels. All of us. The cult made us all fearful of our own shadows…those memories linger. I hate being inside all the time, so at lunch, me and the guys sit out on the balcony at the café, and just enjoy the fresh air. We love it up there, all that space and light.” He shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. “Maybe that’s what you need—a balcony to let in the light.”

  Ernest stared at the man, seeing the dark brown eyes, the bald head with one shortish ponytail protruding from the back of his scalp, the tats adorning both arms… The man was definitely someone not to be messed with, and his style sense screamed the message. Ernest looked beyond the image though and studied the pain that shadowed the dark eyes. He stopped in the street and then dared to move into the man’s space, giving him a big hug, which had Slug jerking in surprise.

 

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