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

by Phoenix, Nora

  Charlie stepped into the room, waves of his body wash rolling over Brad. Charlie smelled like spring, whereas the two of them still stank of sex and cum.

  “Charlie, love, I need you here for a few minutes because Brad needs a spanking, and I prefer to do that in your presence.”

  Charlie raised his eyebrows as he put on pink boxers. “What did he do?”

  “Not trust me to keep my promise that I would take care of him. And you. I’m not leaving for DC, Charlie. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow, but I’m quitting my job.”

  Charlie nodded. “I figured,” he said simply.

  Brad scoffed. “It’s so fucking easy for him, being Mr. Sunshine.”

  “Brad,” Miles warned, his tone suddenly a lot stricter. “Don’t fault Charlie for doing what you should have done in the first place, or I’ll double your punishment.”

  Anger rose up in Brad. Charlie hadn’t sounded so confident that morning, when he and Brad has discussed Miles leaving. Now all of a sudden he got brownie points for saying he figured Miles would stay? Not fucking fair.

  He rolled away from Miles, sat up. If he acted out now, Miles would not only make good on his promise to double his punishment, but he’d lose his reward tomorrow as well. Fuck, it was like being punished three times for the same stupid shit. He’d better take it, though. He was not losing his reward. Besides, he had a pretty damn perfect day, and he was not fucking up his evening.

  He got off the bed. “Let’s get this over with,” he said, fighting hard to keep his tone acceptable.

  Miles studied him for a few seconds, then nodded. “Okay.”

  He took position on the edge of the bed, and Brad lowered himself over his knee. He’d fucking take whatever Miles wanted to dish out, and that was it. Miles wasted little time in prep, had a solid rhythm going within seconds. Brad clenched his teeth, determined not to show anything. He asked for this himself, fucking idiot that he was, so he’d damn well take it like a man.

  Miles never stopped, handing out the twenty-five slaps in rapid succession till Brad’s butt stung like a motherfucker. His eyes were bursting at the seams with tears, but he fought them back.

  Miles set him on his feet. “We good?” he asked.

  “Yeah. I’m gonna take a shower,” Brad said. He didn’t wait for Miles’ reaction but walked straight into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him. The tears didn’t come until he the hot jets hit his tender ass.

  19

  Josh grinned as Miles pretty much dragged Brad into the bedroom, calling for Charlie to join them. Seconds later, Charlie came rushing out of the guest bedroom, a broad smile on his face. “See you later, Aaron,” he called out over his shoulder before disappearing into Miles’ room.

  Aaron came walking into the kitchen with a broad smile. “I think Charlie will be…otherwise engaged for a bit,” he said.

  “I think that’s a safe bet,” Connor affirmed dryly.

  Josh studied his brother. Aaron was wearing shades of purple eyeshadow, ranging from very light to dark purple, and it accentuated his eyes in a stunning way, especially with the thick layer of mascara he seemed to be wearing. “That’s a beautiful color on you,” he said.

  Aaron looked at his shirt. “This?”

  “No, your eyes. Did Charlie do that?”

  Aaron blushed. “No, I did, but with his instructions. You like it?”

  Josh stepped closer, gently held Aaron’s chin to study him from all angles. “It’s gorgeous, really brings out your eyes.”

  Aaron’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, and it made Josh realize how much his brother needed affirmations like this. “Thank you.”

  “How have you been?”

  “I have a job interview Tuesday,” Aaron said, still beaming.

  “That’s awesome. What kind of job?”

  “Policy Director with a small non-profit that wants to become more effective in lobbying on state level on behalf of LGBTQ youth. It’s part time for now, but with the potential for more, and it’s the kind of thing I would love to do. I fit all of their requirements, and they called me back immediately after I applied to schedule an interview, so I hope that means I stand a good chance of getting the job.”

  Aaron’s face was animated as he talked, his gestured signaling how enthusiastic he was about this opportunity. “That sounds like a perfect fit with your skills and passions,” Josh said. He spontaneously hugged his brother, receiving a tight embrace in return.

  They stood smiling at each other as the unmistakable sounds of fucking drifted in from Miles’ room. At first, their smiles widened, but then Josh cleared his throat. “Anyway, yeah, erm…”

  “I gotta go,” Aaron said. “Blake should be home from teaching, and I wanna… Yeah. I’m leaving.”

  Josh didn’t hug him again, merely waved as Aaron pretty much dashed out the door. Fucking hell, Miles and his men were going at it. Not that he or anyone else had any rights to complain, because fuck knew they made noise when they had fun, but it made him horny as hell. It was a good thing he was wearing his cock cage, otherwise he would have been leaking by now.

  He turned around to find Noah rearranging himself, while Indy grinned, his cheeks flushed. “Sounds like they’re enjoying themselves,” he remarked. “This could be a while, too, what with Miles’ stamina and all.”

  “Okay, that’s it,” Connor growled. He reached for Josh’s wrist and grabbed it, pulling him close, then yanked his pants down.

  A wave of exhilaration rode through Josh. Holy fuck, Connor was gonna fuck him right here, right now, with Noah and Indy watching. It was the first time that he’d been this brazen, this intentional.

  “Hand me the lube,” Connor told Noah, who was closest to the kitchen counter where they always kept a bottle handy. Noah’s face split open in a wide grin as he fulfilled Connor’s request. “You’re gonna let us watch, big guy?”

  “I don’t give a flying fuck what you do, but I’m damn horny, so I’m gonna fuck Josh until I’m satisfied… Feel free to watch, Flint. You may learn a thing or two.”

  Connor had truly found freedom. What a change it was in comparison to the insecure man Josh had met. He couldn’t be happier for him, for them.

  Seconds later, Connor had dropped his pants as well, and he bent Josh down over the table, his shirt still on. Josh turned his head sideways at Indy, who flashed him a sexy grin that he reciprocated.

  Lubed fingers were inserted in his ass, and he pushed back. He kept his eyes fixed on Indy, who was subtly grinding his ass against Noah’s cock. Josh expected him any second to… Noah’s hands found Indy’s pants, dragged them down in one move. Indy bent over the table right next to Josh, so close their arms were touching.

  Josh reached out and took Indy’s hand, kissed it as Connor impatiently prepped his ass. Josh was still loose from their early morning fuck, so it wouldn’t take long. Indeed, seconds later Connor pulled out his fingers and replaced it with the Beast. Josh bore down as Connor pushed back in one, deep surge.

  Josh moaned loudly, not holding back. Being filled like that was such a rush. It was burning, pain, pleasure, fullness, all wrapped into one. He held on to Indy’s hand, his eyes never leaving Indy’s as he adjusted to the huge cock breeding him.

  Noah had fingers inside Indy now, but Josh had heard them fuck earlier as well, so that wouldn’t take long either. Connor was fucking him slowly, deeply, every thrust maxing out. Indy’s hand tensed as Noah slid inside him, but then he relaxed again.

  There was something profound about watching your soulmate get fucked. Josh slid closer to Indy, who did the same. Their faces were pressed together, their breaths intermingling. Indy gasped into Josh's mouth, as his body shook with the force of Noah’s thrust. They couldn’t kiss, the impact of both their men too hard to stay still, but they couldn’t have been closer.

  Josh took in every moan, every soft gasp of pleasure, every groan as Indy was fucked thoroughly, and gave back his own pleasure equally. They were one in ever
y way that matters, two souls merged.

  Noah came first, grunted hard. How telling it was that he allowed himself this pleasure without always ensuring Indy came first. Noah, too, had found freedom. Indy’s body shook with the tremors of Noah’s release, but Indy kept smiling at Josh, their eyes transfixed on each other.

  “Did you come?’ Noah asked Indy.

  “No, but that’s okay.”

  Connor halted, buried balls deep in Josh. “Suck him off,” he ordered.

  Both their breaths caught at the same time. Was this for real? Was Connor telling them what they thought he was?

  “Hurry the fuck up, Joshua, or he can watch you get your ass paddled.”

  Connor sounded gruff, but Josh recognized the sincerity. Emotion rolled through him, constricting his throat. It was happening. Connor was giving his blessing.

  “Thank you, Connor,” he said, his voice breaking. “Thank you so much.”

  Noah sat down on a chair, dragging Indy backward on his lap, his cock still inside him. “Like this,” he said, shooting Josh a dirty smile. Like Josh cared how and where he got to suck Indy off. It was the fact that he could.

  Connor pulled out, slapped his ass. “Get us two pillows.”

  Josh hurried into the living room, snatched two pillows from the couch and threw them on the floor in front of Indy. He kneeled, bent over and took Indy in, his friend’s hands immediately reaching for his head, caressing his short hair. Noah grabbed Josh’s arms, held him steady, as Connor kneeled behind him, lined up, and slammed back in with a powerful thrust.

  Heaven. This was heaven.

  “Oh, Josh,” Indy sighed, pushing his dick deeper into Josh's mouth.

  Because Indy was so much smaller than Connor, he could take him in all the way, suck him deep and tight. It was sweet and perfect, especially with Connor still fucking him—though he was careful not to jolt him too much, lest he injured Indy. That Connor was allowing this, sanctioning it, it made it all the more perfect.

  Indy came fast, his fingers digging into Josh's skull as he filled his mouth with his release. Josh swallowed, tears forming in his eyes. He’d missed him so fucking much. He licked him clean, then let him go. Indy cradled Josh's head tenderly in his lap, while Connor intensified his thrusts, and Noah kept steadying him.

  “I love you, Josh.” Indy’s voice was soft, rolling over him like a caress. More tears formed, rolled down. “I love you so, so much.”

  He couldn’t find words that adequately expressed what he was feeling. It was simply too much. So he held on, content to let his tears speak for themselves, as Connor unloaded in his ass with a loud grunt.

  He lay there for minutes after, even as Connor pulled out, unable to stand up because he didn’t want this feeling to ever end. “Come on, baby,” Indy said at a certain point.

  Even the gentlest push from him spurred Josh into action, and he got up, stiff from the extended uncomfortable position. He looked like an idiot, probably, with his shirt still on, but his ass naked and his cock cage still on, but he didn’t care.

  Connor watched him with guarded eyes, already dressed again and sitting back at the table. Josh stumbled over, hugged him, pulling Connor’s head close against his stomach. “Thank you, Connor. I love you.” He kissed his head, then leaned over and kissed his mouth. “Thank you.”

  Connor smiled, his face breaking free from the tension that had been there before. “Go,” he said. He reached for Josh's cock cage, took it off with steady hands. “It’s okay. I love you, Josh. Always.”

  Indy took his hand, pulled him, and together they walked into Noah and Indy’s bedroom. He was tired, emotionally more than physically. “Lay on your stomach,” Indy said. “I’ll clean you up.”

  He took his shirt off first, then crawled on the bed and plopped down. Seconds later, the bed moved as Indy crawled in beside him. He washed Josh’s ass with a warm washcloth, returned to the bathroom where he presumably washed himself as well. By the time he came back, Josh's eyes were drifting shut. He hadn’t even orgasmed, but he didn’t need one. Everything he needed was right here, in this house.

  Indy cuddled close and Josh reached for him, pulled him on top of him until he could no longer tell where his body ended and Indy’s began. They fell asleep with their bodies and souls completely entwined.

  * * *

  Fuck, he loved Sunday mornings. Noah sighed with contentment as he took a sip of his tea, the newspaper laid out in front of him. He was starting with the sports section today, while Connor had the front page. They’d come to a silent agreement to share, and the first one got the front page. It was just the two of them in the kitchen for now, as everyone else was apparently still sleeping. A lovely, peaceful way to start the day.

  Josh and Indy had napped together for an hour or two the day before after that intense kitchen fuck. When they’d come back, Josh had been worried about Connor, about him changing his mind on Josh and Indy together. Noah had seen it in the somewhat skittish way he’d approached Connor, but he needn’t have worried. Connor was truly okay with it.

  When he and Indy went to sleep yesterday evening, there had been two people in his bed, but sometime during the night Josh had walked in, presumably to cuddle again with Indy. Apparently, Connor hadn’t wanted to be left alone, and had followed suit. When Noah woke up, his bed had been filled to the max with four men.

  He’d smiled, first with amusement, and then with love as he’d watched Indy and Josh completely entangled with each other. Connor had woken up at the same time, and they’d shared a look of understanding. They were crossing into new territory, the two of them, but it was strangely okay. They’d left Josh and Indy in bed together.

  It had become more and more clear Connor got off on exhibitionism, both being watched while he fucked or worked Josh over, or watching others himself. It was one of the reasons why they’d done their proposal to Miles. Noah didn’t mind watching or being watched. He didn’t get as much a kick out of it as Connor did, but he’d be lying if it didn’t exhilarate him a little.

  Connor had come a long way, from being highly possessive of Josh to being willing to share him with Indy and to a certain degree, Noah. But it hadn’t been as easy for him as for Noah, who was deeply jealous of anyone else even looking at Indy, but had no problems at all with Josh. How could he, when Indy had been willing to share him with Josh when they’d met? The three of them had always been together in a way.

  Noah wasn’t sure what had changed for Connor, but it seemed he had truly accepted Josh and Indy belonged together, as much as Connor belonged with Josh, and Noah belonged with Indy. Sure, it was unconventional and many people would have a strong opinion, but Noah couldn’t care less. Anyone could see those two loved each other, and that the love didn’t diminish the love they had for Connor and Noah. The two of them had such big hearts, it held more than enough love for two people.

  “You done staring at that paper, or were you planning on actually reading it?” Connor asked.

  “Yeah, sorry. Lost in thought. Wanna trade?”

  They switched sections, as Connor’s phone rang. Noah frowned. Who would call Connor on a Sunday morning? Connor dug up his phone from under the newspaper. He looked at the screen, and his face went blank.

  “O’Connor,” he answered, listened.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Tension in Connor’s tone alerted Noah something was going on. Suddenly, Connor, the proud man who so rarely showed vulnerability, grabbed his hand, clung to him desperately. Noah steadied him with both hands, turning toward him.

  What the fuck was going on? Was it his family? Surely, he wouldn’t be so upset about that.

  “How…? Connor stammered, then listened.

  “When?”

  More listening.

  “Oh, God…Yes, Sir. I’ll call to make arrangements. And I’ll let you know if I can make it tonight, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  The phone dropped from his hands as he turned to Noah with a face as white as Noah had ever see
n a patient look. He didn’t ask. Connor would tell him as soon as he was able to.

  “They’ve found him. They’ve found his body. Lucas.” Connor swallowed. “They finally managed to find where the Taliban dumped his body. He’s coming home.”

  Connor’s breaths were shallow, fast. The guy was hyperventilating. No wonder after that shock.

  Noah got up, yanked Connor’s chair back. “Head between your legs, buddy, or you’ll pass out.”

  Connor looked at him with clouded eyes, breaths still speeding up. Noah clamped his hand down on Connor’s neck, pushed it down with force. The guy’s heart was racing under Noah’s hands. “Come on, big guy. You’re not fainting on me here.”

  Connor let himself be pushed down. “That’s better. Slow down, Connor. You’re okay. Listen to me. Four counts breath in, four counts out. Breathe with me. One…two…three…four. And out….two…three…four.”

  He repeated this for a minute or two until Connor’s breaths had found the rhythm. “You’re doing good, man.” His fingers curled around Connor’s wrist. His pulse was still fast, but nowhere near where it had been. He was coming around.

  Noah stepped around the chair, let go of Connor’s neck. “Look at me, big guy. Let me see your face.” Connor slowly raised his head. His color was coming back, too. “There you go. Good to have you back. You with me, Connor?”

  Connor noted, as his eyes refocused. “They found Lucas,” he repeated. “They found him. I didn’t think they would. Not anymore.”

  Noah nodded. “I know. I know.”

  Something broke in Connor, and Noah watched it happen. The tight band he’d tied around himself, containing his emotions about what had happened to him—it snapped. Noah knew Connor had never talked about what happened, not really. He’d been able to recount some basic facts, but it had been like listening to a robot. Now, the flood was coming, and Connor had to let it out.

  “God, Noah, they just dumped his body somewhere, you know? What the fuck did they care about some American Marine…”