“Are you alright, Mario?” Marc questioned; it was now that he saw the dark circles under the man’s eyes. Mario frowned, then the frown turned into confusion; he said, “I’m fine, I’m not dying if that’s what you think.” “No, that’s not what I thought. It’s just that you look, well, tired,” Marc said.
“I just want to talk to my son. Can you arrange that?” Mario asked. “I can ask Bailey if he wants to see you, but that’s all. It’s him who decides who he wants to see and who not,” Marc said. It was true, Bailey could make his own decisions, and Marc wouldn’t interfere or try to change Bailey’s mind. They talked for a while longer, and Marc promised to ask Bailey if he wanted to see Mario.
Chapter Twenty Seven
“I don’t know him, and I don’t want to see him,” said Bailey. “Are you sure?” “Yep,” Bailey replied, but Marc sensed hesitation in Bailey’s voice. “Just think about it, okay? I can go with you if you don’t want to see him on your own,” Marc offered.
Bailey opened his mouth, and then he closed it. Again, Marc noticed the hesitation; he said, “Why don’t you think about it. The man is really eager to see you and talk to you.” Bailey eyed Marc; he said, “What do you think? Is he sincere? How do I know that he doesn’t kill me if I agree to talk to him?”
“I know him just as well as you do, Baby. But, he seems sincere. As I said before, I can go with you if you don’t trust him enough to meet him one-on-one,” Marc offered again. Bailey looked thoughtful; on the one hand, he wanted to speak with his father because he had so many questions. On the other, he didn’t know the man, and he certainly didn’t think of him as his father.
Marc was afraid that if Bailey didn’t give himself and his father a chance to talk, he would regret it. Plus, he had sensed the hesitation, and that told him that Bailey wanted to see Mario. Bailey was uncertain; could it be that he was afraid of Mario? “I want you there too when I see Mario.” Bailey’s voice made Marc focus on the here and now again.
Marc turned his head and eyed Bailey, the man he was in love with, and the thought should have shocked him, but it didn’t. Yes, he was in love with Bailey, and it felt good. He knew that this was his second chance at love, and he was going for it. He wouldn’t let Bailey slip.
“Of course, I’ll go with you when you meet with Mario,” Mario assured. “We can even take Lucas as a backup if that’s what you want,” Marc added. Bailey shook his head. “No, just you because I think that you are perfectly capable of keeping me safe,” Bailey replied, surprising Marc. He liked the thought that Bailey felt safe with him, and he would do whatever it took to keep the man he was in love with safe.
“Shall I make arrangements to meet Mario?” “I guess so. You already talked to him,” Bailey replied, and the man looked relieved. “Do you have a preference what day and time?” Marc questioned because he knew that Mario would agree to everything if that meant that he got to talk to his son.
“Is Mario Delossantos really coming to town?” Keith said, and Marc could tell that the man was shocked. “Yes, he wants to see Bailey, his son.” “We need to keep him away from Mario because the man is freaking dangerous,” Keith nearly growled. “I want to talk to him because he’s the only one who has the answers to my questions. There’s so much that I need to know,” Bailey said.
Keith shook his head; disbelieve was written all over his face. “Are you serious?” he said, addressing Marc. Marc frowned, and it was Bailey who answered. “It’s my decision, so, you can talk to me, instead of Marc.” “I’m sorry, Bailey, you’re right; that was stupid of me,” Keith admitted. “It sure was,” Bailey said. “Are we good?” Keith softly said he knew that he had treated Bailey like a kid, and he shouldn’t have done that. “Of course,” Bailey smiled. “And don’t tread me like a kid again, okay?” Bailey softly added. “Promise,” Keith replied.
Bailey told Marc he didn’t have a preference, so Marc could make arrangements as he saw fit. Marc had disappeared while making the call, and a moment later, he was back. “I invited Mario to have breakfast with us tomorrow morning,” Marc said.
Bailey felt, well, he didn’t quite know how he felt. He was excited and scared at the same time. “That was a clever call,” Keith said. “Yep,” Marc replied. “Why was it a clever call?” Bailey didn’t understand. “Isn’t it dangerous to invite the man over?” Bailey added.
“No, Keith is right, it’s the best option because here we are on our territory, and that gives us the advantage should Mario change his mind and try to hurt you. We have Keith, Lucas, and Byron as backup,” Marc explained as best as he could. He eyed Bailey, and Marc saw that the man wasn’t entirely convinced.
“Do you trust me?” Marc gently questioned. Bailey nodded. “Yes, you know that I do,” he replied. “Then you know that you are safe because I will keep you safe,” Marc said. Bailey smiled, and it was the most beautiful smile Marc had seen in a long time.
Bailey spent a lot of time in the orchard that day while Byron was behind his computer, and Marc, Lucas, and Keith discussed how to update the mansion’s security. Marc didn’t wholly trust Mario, but he hadn’t told Bailey that. It was one of the reason’s that he wanted more security in and around the mansion.
Marc had told Mario that he was welcome but that his bodyguards would have to stay outside. Mario had agreed immediately, which had surprised Marc because, like a mafia boss, the man was in constant danger.
Since Byron was home, he had offered to cook dinner, which, of course, no one had a problem with because the man was a damn good cook. Marc was very proud of his younger brother. He also was glad that he had followed his gut feeling and had taken Byron away from the family compound.
Marc had been pleasantly surprised that Byron was so independent. The man could speak for himself, and he didn’t have a problem with Marc’s, well, work. Furthermore,
Byron was a whiz with computers, and he wanted to use his skills to help Marc wherever he could. Plus, he had a job that he loved, being a cook, and a damn good one at that.
Marc had gained more respect for his youngest sibling with each passing day. Byron had insisted that he paid for his own stuff and shared the cost for food and so on.
Their father, Marcus Blake Senior, had even disinherited Byron because his son had refused to return to the family compound. Byron had laughed and declined the invitation, telling Marc that he didn’t care for the money. Byron had tasted his freedom, and he wasn’t planning on giving that up, ever!
Marc was undressing and about the brush his teeth before going to bed when there was a soft knock on the door. He frowned, opened the door, and did a double-take when he saw Bailey standing in front of him, and he was only wearing pajama bottoms. “Hey, Marc,” Bailey softly said. Even though his voice was soft, he looked Marc straight into his beautiful eyes.
Marc’s mouth went dry, and he had to swallow a couple of times to moisten his throat. God, this man was beautiful, and not only on the outside, but he was perfect in every way that counted. “Hey, Bailey. Is something wrong?” Marc gently questioned. He knew that Bailey was safe while at the mansion.
“I can’t sleep.” “Do you want to come in?” “Yes, thank you,” Bailey said in his soft voice. Marc stepped aside to let Bailey pass. He felt his cock stir, and who could blame him? It was night, and there stood a gorgeous man in the middle of his bedroom. What happened next threw Marc off-kilter. Bailey stood in front of him, gazing deep into Marc’s chocolate brown eyes, and said, “Make love to me; I want you so badly.”
Marc wanted to ask if Bailey was sure if that was what he wanted, but he stopped himself and swallowed his words. Instead, he pulled Bailey close, cupped his chin, lifted his face, and kissed him. The kiss was gentle, careful even; no tongues were involved yet.
Bailey broke the kiss, took Marc’s head in both of his hands, looked him deep in his eyes, and whispered, “I’m in love with you, Marc Blake.” Of everything that Marc had expected, this was not it. Had he heard it correctly? Had Bailey reall
y told him that he was in love with him? Well, one way to find out. “I feel the same way. I only didn’t know how to tell you,” Marc whispered.
Goosebumps broke out over Bailey’s body at feeling Marc’s hot breath on his sensitive skin.
Chapter Twenty Eight
Bailey wasn’t sure, but had he just noticed hesitation and uncertainty in Marc’s eyes? He knew that Marc wanted him, and he wanted Marc so badly. To Bailey’s relief, Marc took the initiative. The man kissed him again, and this time, his tongue demanded entrance. Bailey opened willingly and softly moaned when Marc’s tongue slid inside.
Bailey protested when Marc gently pulled back. “Easy, baby. We have all night, and I want to enjoy every moment of our first time,” he said as he gently stopped Bailey from ripping the clothes off his body. It took every ounce of willpower that Marc had, as not to jump the man’s bones, but Marc wanted their first time to be special. It was something that he had never considered before, not even with Alec.
Marc always had thought that Alec had been the love of his life, but since he came to know and to love Bailey, Marc knew what real love was. Lifestyle had always been important to Alec and the sex. With Bailey, it was different; the man really cared about Marc’s feelings, something that Alec had never done, now that Marc thought about it.
Marc began to unbutton Bailey’s shirt, and Bailey followed suit. They were undressing each other in unison. Marc’s relaxed attitude made Bailey relax more and more. The shirts were thrown into the corner, and both men began to unzip each other’s pants. Bailey’s erection was so hard that he thought it might burst out of his jeans.
“Hmm, I love that I make you feel this way,” said Marc when he gently slid his hand inside Bailey’s now half-open jeans and cupped his balls. Bailey moaned and started to move his hips back and forth, willing Marc to grab his swollen cock.
“Patience, my love, patience,” Marc whispered as he gently squeezed Bailey’s hard shaft before he pulled his hand back. Then, he slowly pulled Bailey’s jeans and underwear down in one swift motion. Marc licked his lips at seeing Bailey’s magnificent cock proudly pointing at him. “So beautiful,” Marc whispered, right before he leaned toward the eagerly waiting erection and closed his lips around the leaking shaft.
“Oh God, yes,” Bailey moaned as he closed his eyes and grabbed Marc’s thick hair to steady himself. Bailey’s knees were buckling, and if Marc hadn’t grabbed his hips, Bailey would have fallen to the floor. Marc reluctantly let go of Bailey’s erection and gently pushed him on the bed.
Bailey spread his legs, and then he reached for Marc. “Suck me again, please,” Bailey begged, and he didn’t care. “Your wish is my command,’ Marc chuckled as he leaned in closed his lips around Bailey’s cock once again. “Feels so good,” Bailey panted as he started to move his hips, pushing his cock deeper into Marc’s mouth.
Marc sucked harder; then, he let his tongue swirl around the swollen flesh while he started massaging Bailey’s balls, making him moan even louder. Marc paused with what he was doing and eyed Bailey. “I want to be inside you, will you let me?” he panted. “I thought you’d never ask,” a huskily sounding Bailey replied.
Marc didn’t need a second invitation; he grabbed the lubricant, put a generous amount on his fingers, and very slowly pushed one finger inside Bailey’s eager body. Marc was careful because he knew that it had been a long time for Bailey. The last thing that he wanted was to hurt the man he loved more than life.
As expected, Bailey stiffened as Marc was about to insert one finger deeper inside his body. Marc paused to give Bailey the chance to breathe because he noticed that Bailey was holding his breath. Marc was surprised because this wasn’t a normal reaction, tension, yes, holding your breath, no, that wasn’t normal. It made Marc think that there was a reason for this behavior, and he would find out who had hurt Bailey.
Marc was a hard-ass all the way; he had to be because otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to carry out his assignments. Marc had always treated his lovers, even the one-night-stands, with respect. Someone in Bailey’s past had hurt him enough to tens up when it concerned penetration.
“Relax, baby. I won’t hurt you,” Marc whispered as he gently massaged Bailey’s entrance while he stroked Bailey’s cock to his glorious erection again. Marc tried not to let his anger get to him, not now he was about to make love to Bailey. Marc now was fully convinced that somewhere in his past, someone had hurt Bailey because even the man’s erection had wilted; this wasn’t normal tension.
It took some time before Bailey finally relaxed, and his breathing changed back to normal again. “I’m going to enter one finger into your gorgeous body again; if you want me to stop for whatever reason, you just say so, okay?” Marc said, looking intently at Bailey.
Bailey nodded. “Promise me,” Marc whispered. Bailey swallowed hard before he finally said, “I promise.” “Good, baby,” Marc said with satisfaction in his voice as he put another generous amount of lubricant on his fingers.
Slowly, very slowly, Marc slid one finger inside Bailey’s body. The tension was there, but not as bad as before, which pleased Marc to no end. “Alright?” “Yes, it feels good,” Bailey’s reply was whispered as he slowly began to move his hips in anticipation of Marc’s finger, which continued to slide in and out of his body slowly.
Marc took his time before he carefully entered a second finger. “Still alright, baby?” he inquired. “Yes, more than alright,” Bailey panted and moaned and bucked his hips when Marc touched his sweet spot. “Christ, what was that?” Bailey gasped. Marc frowned because this was something that he had never encountered. Bailey was twenty-nine and had to know what touching the prostate meant because it was the pleasure dome of every gay man.
“I touched your prostate. Did you like it?” Marc questioned; he decided not to ask Bailey about that right now because he had more important things to do, like making his man wild with need and want.
“Touch it again, please?” Bailey panted. That was something that Marc could do, and he did, and this time he gave the spongy gland even more attention. Bailey nearly fell off the bed because he writhed, and his movements were uncontrolled, just like Marc wanted. Now, Bailey was ready for the third finger, and soon the man would be begging for Marc’s cock.
Marc was right; within minutes after he had slid a third finger inside, Bailey began to beg; he needed to feel Marc’s hard cock inside him. He wanted to ask if Bailey was sure, but he swallowed the words just in time, as not to ruin this intimate moment between them.
Marc slowly redrew his fingers and positioned his rock-hard shaft in front of Bailey’s fluttering hole. Marc lubed and then grabbed his erection and gently nudged it a few times against Bailey’s eager ass. Then he slowly pushed inside; he felt Bailey tense, but just for a short moment, and then he felt him slowly relax.
Marc took his time before he was buried to the hilt in Bailey’s gorgeous body. Marc began to thrust a bit more forceful when he felt Bailey anticipating. “You like that, don’t you?” Marc panted; he wanted to hear Bailey telling him that the man was enjoying himself. “Yes, God, yes. Let me feel you; push in harder, please,” Bailey begged. Marc didn’t hesitate but immediately began to thrust in more forcefully.
“Yes, that’s it, that it,” Bailey kept chanting, and Marc kept thrusting, using more force every time that he pushed into Bailey’s ass. “With you, it feels so good. YES,” Bailey almost shouted when Marc touched his sweet spot over and over. Sweat began to drip from Marc’s forehead and, Bailey had trouble holding Marc’s powerful body because the sweat had made him slippery.
Marc leaned in until they were nose to nose. “Wrap your arms around my neck,” Marc urged and kissed Bailey on his lips, hard, and he noticed to his surprise that Bailey didn’t hesitate but wrapped his arms around his neck. Marc pushed upright until he sat on his heels, pulling Bailey with him.
Marc saw from Bailey’s facial expression that the man was surprised and probably did not know what was co
ming. Could it be that a man who was twenty-nine was so inexperienced when it came to sex? Well, everything indicated that this was the case. Marc could hardly believe it, but it seemed that Bailey really didn’t have much experience when it came to sex.
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