No Shame: The Complete Series: Including exclusive bonus materials and deleted scenes

by Phoenix, Nora

  Charlie’s nuts tightened, and he moaned hard into Miles’ mouth as he came, flooding Brad’s mouth with cum.

  “Damn, that was sexy,” Miles sighed, kissing him one last time for good measure. Brad released Charlie’s cock, licked clean as always. “Thanks, honey,” Charlie said, his heart softening as Brad beamed. “Wanna cuddle?”

  Brad nodded, molded himself against Charlie’s body. Charlie petted his head, stroking his soft curls. Miles found his eyes, raised an eyebrow. Of course, the man would sense something was off with Brad.

  “I’m needy today,” Brad said softly. “Daddy.”

  Charlie’s face broke open in a wide smile. It was the first time ever that Brad had signaled his needs like this. What a huge leap of faith he’d taken.

  Miles smiled, too, as he climbed over them both to spoon Brad from the other side. “Thank you for telling me, Brad. You’re such a good boy for letting me know you need us. Can you tell me what you need from us? Do you want me to be strict today, to discipline you?”

  Charlie almost held his breath waiting and hoping Brad would take the next step as well.

  “I had a shitty week at school with all kinds of department meetings, which I detest, and my head is going crazy… Can you, like, make my decisions today, Daddy? I’m exhausted from thinking, and I need my mind to stop driving me crazy…”

  “Absolutely, sweetheart. We’ll take care of you, okay? You won’t have to do anything or worry about anything. We’ve got you.”

  The relief on Brad’s face was so pure, it hit Charlie deep in his heart. Once again, Miles had understood exactly what Brad had been trying to say.

  “Have you had breakfast yet?” Miles asked.

  Brad shook his head.

  “Okay, let’s start with some cereal for you then, and after breakfast, we’ll hang out with the three of us. How’s that sound?”

  “Perfect, Daddy.”

  Five minutes later, Miles had installed Brad at the kitchen table with a bowl of his favorite cereal. Miles had set up his iPad for Brad with head phones, having Brad choose his favorite cartoons to watch.

  “When you’re done, can you please rinse your bowl and put it in the dishwasher? Charlie and I will be in our room, okay? Come find us, sweetheart.”

  Brad nodded happily before digging into his breakfast, smiling as he watched his cartoons. It was like watching an eight-year old in a grown man’s body, and Charlie would be lying if it wasn’t a bit eerie.

  “Charlie, love, can you handle this? I can see you’re trying to process,” Miles said as soon as they were in the bedroom.

  Charlie bit his lip. “Is this normal?”

  Miles smiled. “Depends on your definition of normal. He’s regressing today, which shows how much he has missed as a boy. The fact that he allows himself to go this deep shows me he’s feeling safe, which is wonderful, and something we should be grateful for.”

  “I understand, and I love that you can offer this to him, but what do I need to do? I mean, it even feels weird that he sucked me off not fifteen minutes ago, you know?”

  Miles nodded. “I can see why. We’ll have to experiment to find out what works for him, that’s all I can say. Maybe not engage in sexual activities if he’s this deep under, unless he initiates it himself?”

  Charlie’s eyes dropped to Miles’ groin, which showed him fully aroused. “What about you?” he asked, somewhat shy. He and Miles had never talked about it much. Miles would jerk off regularly when Brad wasn’t home, and that didn’t bother Charlie at all, but he’d never offered to help Miles, and Miles had never asked.

  Miles stuffed his hands into his pockets. “I’ll jack off.”

  “I can help.” The words were out of his mouth before he realized it.

  “You don’t have to, Charlie. With Brad it’s different because he loves serving me, both of us. I don’t want you to feel obligated to help me if you don’t want to. My right hand works perfectly fine again.”

  He bit his lip again. “Do you want me?” he finally asked.

  Miles’ eyes shot wide open. “Yes! Of course, I do.”

  “It’s hard to tell with you, because everything turns you on, no offense. And you haven’t made a single move toward me, not even when Brad was at work.”

  Miles took his hands out of his pockets, stepped close to Charlie, pulled him in an embrace. Charlie hid his face against his chest. God, he loved that Miles was so much bigger and stronger than him. Such a turn on.

  “I didn’t want to pressure you, especially not after what happened to you. We haven’t really talked about us, you know, about where you and I stand.”

  “I know, but I do want to fuck you. If you want me to, that is.”

  “Fuck, yes. Please. I haven’t been fucked in ages. I’m dying for a good pounding.”

  Charlie grinned. “That can be arranged.”

  Miles leaned back, made eye contact. “Next time. Our first time should be with Brad present.”

  Charlie nodded. Then his smile faltered, and he swallowed. “But Miles, I’m not sure if I’ll want to bottom again any time soon. It’s…there’s a lot of negative connotations with that for me right now.”

  “I understand, sweetie, and it’s fine. We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with, no pressure. As strange as it may sound coming from me, it’s not about the sex for me, you know that, right?”

  Charlie sighed with relief. “Yeah, I know, but… Just wanted to make sure. How about you jerk off while I watch for now? I love watching you when you come.”

  * * *

  Miles had never seen Brad so carefree and happy. After breakfast, he’d made him take a bubble bath, which had ended with him gently toweling Brad off and picking out clothes for him. Brad had truly and fully surrendered, letting Miles make every decision for him—and the joy on his face told Miles how much he had needed this.

  He’d taken Brad and Charlie to a matinee of a new action flick, which turned out to be highly entertaining. Brad had eaten his way through a big tub of popcorn, aided by Charlie. Miles didn’t care much for the stuff, but he’d loved watching the two boys enjoy themselves.

  Obviously, lunch was a no-no after that much popcorn, so he’d sent Brad to their room for a nap. He’d tucked him in, kissing him on the forehead. Brad was halfway asleep already, but his heartfelt “Thank you, Daddy” had been the best reward Miles could have.

  While Brad was asleep and Charlie was giving Aaron makeup lessons in the room he’d shared with Brad before, Miles figured it was a good opportunity to sit down with Connor and Noah.

  “Guys, do you have a few minutes for me?” he asked. They were both in the kitchen, Noah reading the newspaper and Connor doing something on his laptop. Indy and Josh were grocery shopping together.

  “Sure,” Noah said, putting his paper down.

  Miles grabbed a seltzer from the fridge and sat down across from them. “Look, I wanted to thank you for your hospitality. I know it’s been a lot more and a lot longer than you guys must have counted on when you offered. You invited me, and you got Charlie and Brad as well, and you have all been nothing but kind, so thank you.”

  Noah and Connor shared a look that had Miles squirm a little. Had he missed signals they’d been overstaying their welcome? Fuck, he hoped not. “Please, tell me we haven’t abused your generosity. I’ve pitched in for the groceries and stuff, but I’m sure it was nowhere near what we cost you.”

  “No, it’s all good,” Noah reassured him. “We love having you stay with us.”

  Miles slowly exhaled, relief flooding through him.

  “We heard you got cleared for desk duty,” Connor said.

  Miles sighed. “Yeah. I’m supposed to report in DC on Monday.”

  “You’re not going,” Noah said.

  “No.” He hadn’t even fully realized it until he spoke the words out loud. “No, I’m not. Well, I’ll probably be going on Monday, but it will be to hand in my resignation. I don’t want to leave Brad and Charlie, and I ca
n’t ask them to come with me. DC is no place for them.”

  Connor nodded thoughtfully. “I had the impression you weren’t too happy in your job even before you met them.”

  “No. It was meeting Indy that made me realize how lonely I was.”

  Noah smiled. “He has that effect on people.”

  “What’s next for you, then?” Connor wanted to know.

  “Brad is happy in his job, so we’ll be staying here. Stability is key for him, I think.”

  Noah frowned. “He’s having an off day, correct?”

  “He took the initiative in telling me, so that’s big progress. But yeah, he’s regressing today, having a full-blown daddy-day. It’s okay. I love taking care of him.”

  Connor shot him a look of pride. “You’re phenomenal with him. Seriously man, you have a like a sixth sense for him.”

  “Much like you have for Josh,” Noah remarked.

  Connor’s face lit up. “You think?”

  “Dude, the way you can read him when you’re domming him, or during sex, that’s uncanny. You know his limits and needs better than he does.”

  Miles could only guess how much this praise meant to Connor. He knew Noah and Josh had been involved before Noah had met Indy, so this was high praise indeed.

  Both men smiled as they turned their attention back to Miles.

  “Plus, Charlie has indicated he wants to start his show again at Flirt, and he has a job interview with a spa to start training as a beauty consultant. I think it would be perfect for him. So yeah, we’re staying,” Miles said.

  “And what about you? Any ideas what you want to do?” Noah asked.

  He took a deep breath. “Yes. I want to start a practice, counseling adolescents specifically.”

  Noah’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re qualified for that? I mean, you’re an FBI agent.”

  Miles smiled. “I have a bachelor’s and a master’s in psychology, with a specialization in adolescent development. The FBI hired me for profiling initially, then trained me as field agent with the specific goal to use me to get to targets. You know, gain their confidence.”

  Noah’s eyes narrowed. “They put you on Indy’s case to get him to talk,” he concluded.

  “Yes. It didn’t work. First of all, Indy was way too smart to trust anyone, including me. But also, because I liked him way too much to play this game. The whole thing went to hell before I had a chance to report this back to my boss, but my decision had been made.”

  “I thought you’d have a background in law or criminology or something,” Noah said.

  “Many agents do, but the FBI likes their agents to have different backgrounds. To answer your question, yes, technically I’m qualified, but I need to look into what I need to do to start a practice here in New York. I want to start small and build up experience.”

  Noah and Connor had another one of those meaningful looks. He could ask, but they’d tell him when they were ready, he figured.

  “I’m working on my degree in psychology,” Noah said.

  “Indy told me. Pretty impressive career switch, from army medic to physician assistant and now this. How’s it going?”

  “I love the courses, but I’m trying to find a part time job to make some money. We started out with me and Connor working full time, but he quit the Albany PD, and I went back to school. Financially, something needs to change.”

  Miles nodded. That made sense. “What direction are you looking into?” he asked Connor.

  “I don’t know,” Connor answered, frustration lacing his voice. “I’d prefer something with regular hours, because it’s easier for Josh, but I haven’t seen anything that appeals to me. I’ve looked into becoming a prison guard, since the penitentiary was hiring, but I dunno. Didn’t seem like a good fit, even though they’d love to have former law enforcement.”

  Miles leaned forward. “And that casual job offer from the Sheriff’s Department here?”

  He’d overheard the sheriff talk to Connor when they’d come in with Charlie, about looking for a replacement for an officer who was retiring.

  “No,” Connor said with a finality that left no room for discussion. “I cannot go back to direct law enforcement again.”

  Noah frowned. “Why not, actually? I never thought to ask.”

  Something flashed over Connor’s face, and in that second, Miles knew without a shadow of a doubt what the cop had done. He was behind the shooting on the Fitzpatricks, and he had too much honor to wear a badge again after being on that side of the law. And Noah didn’t know. How the hell Josh and Connor had kept this from him, Miles had no idea, but Noah had no clue.

  Then Connor’s eyes met Miles’ and Miles nodded, signaling he understood—and was okay with it. Relief filled the cop’s eyes.

  “I think after going undercover in an organization like the Fitzpatricks is a lot to deal with,” Miles said. “I can imagine after an experience like that, you’re ready for something else.”

  “Yeah, exactly,” Connor said, obviously grateful for Miles’ explanation.

  “Brad said his school district was looking for a Head of Security, a new position for the entire school district. They want to get more serious about preventing crime in the schools, but also about doing shooter drills, preventing students from escalating into violence unnoticed, things like that. I think he mentioned it to me because he hoped I’d be interested.”

  Connor’s eyes lit up. “That sounds interesting, actually. And you’re sure you don’t want to apply?”

  Miles shook his head. “No. I wanna start using my degree. The part about working with school kids appeals to me, but everything else, not so much. I think it would fit you to a T.”

  “Thank you. I’ll definitely look into it.”

  “So what about Josh and Indy?” Miles inquired. “What are their plans for the future?”

  “I’ve recommended Josh for a part time position as a shooting instructor with the Albany PD,” Connor said. “It’s only a few hours a week, but that’s enough for him. He likes to stay home and take care of the house. It’s what’s best for him, and it works for us ‘cause all three of us hate household stuff, including Indy. He loves to cook with Josh, but that’s it.”

  “And Indy? What are his aspirations now that he’s free to do what he wants?”

  Noah leaned back in his chair. “He’s teaching some jiujitsu lessons at Blake’s studio, but that’s just a few hours a week. It’s been a hell of an adjustment for him, going from his old life to being on the run for a long time, and now finally free. He’s still finding his way, and we don’t want to push him.”

  Miles loved how Noah spoke about we, meaning him and Connor. The way they were taking care of the two men they loved was truly special.

  Connor leaned forward, put his arms on the table. “Miles, forgive us for asking a rude question, but would you happen to have any savings stashed away?”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Erm, yeah, as a matter of fact, I do. I have an apartment in DC that’s worth a bit, plus the money I inherited from my parents when they died, and I rarely have the opportunity to spend money, so my bank account is looking healthy. It’s why I can afford to walk away from my job. But why are you asking?”

  Connor smiled. “We have a proposition for you that we think you’re gonna like.”

  18

  Brad woke up from his nap feeling refreshed. He stretched, yawning. Fuck, he’d needed the extra hours of sleep. He was getting used to sharing a bed with the three of them, but he still woke up regularly. A quick check at the time informed him he’d slept for three hours. Wow. Quite the nap. Miles had been right to send him to bed.

  Miles. Daddy. He tasted both names on his tongue. This morning, he’d needed him to be his daddy. Miles had taken such good care of him, exactly like he’d promised. Brad had felt differently the whole time. Happy. Carefree. Protected and safe. His head felt so much clearer now, lighter.

  It was like a switch had been flipped in his mind, and now he was b
ack to his normal setting where he could see Miles as his lover. It was interesting how that worked. Sometimes the boundaries were fluid, but today they’d been crystal clear. Miles had become daddy, and now he was Miles again. Huh. How about that?

  He got dressed, made his way to the kitchen where Miles was talking with Noah and Connor, while Josh and Indy were putting groceries away.

  “Hey, sweetheart, did you sleep well?” Miles asked him.

  He walked straight up to Miles, kissed him deeply. “Thank you,” he said.

  Miles looked stunned for a second, then smiled. “You’re back.”

  “I am.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah. My head’s peaceful now.”

  “I’m so glad to hear that, baby. Excuse us,” Miles told Noah and Connor. He got up, gave Brad a hard kiss. “I need you.”

  Fuck, he loved hearing those words. They made him all warm and tingly inside. His right hand dropped to Miles’ crotch, where it encountered a rock hard cock. He put pressure on it. “I’m here.”

  He loved that Miles always asked, never assumed, even though he knew how much Brad loved this. It was always Brad’s choice.

  Miles yanked his head toward him and assaulted his mouth. He pushed until he’d backed Brad up against a wall, then started kissing the shit out of him while rutting against him.

  “You guys maybe wanna get a room?” Connor asked, his voice a tad rough.

  Brad tore his mouth away from Miles, panting. “Like you mind watching others have sex,” he shot back at Connor.

  Josh and Indy giggled. “He’s got your number, baby,” Josh said.

  Brad wanted to say something, but apparently Miles was done waiting. “Bedroom. Now.”

  He grabbed Brad in his neck and half-dragged him into the bedroom. “Charlie, get your ass in here!” he yelled over his shoulder.

  A giggle sounded from the other room, and muted voices sounded. Who did Charlie have in there?