“Is it the wedding stressing you out?” he asked. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you? Because if you think this wedding thing is going faster than you wanted, there’s nothing wrong with pushing it back.”

  “It’s not the wedding.” I puffed out a deep breath. “Not directly. I want to marry Cass. It’s everything that’s going on with the wedding.”

  “I’m not following.”

  “He’s never around,” I muttered, aware that I was coming across as very sulky, but unable to do anything about it. “When I’m at the club, he’s off doing one thing or another for the wedding with Jamie and Fable. When I get home at night from working the bar, he’s usually already asleep.”

  “Are you telling me, all this is because you need to get laid?”

  “No.” I scowled at him. “Maybe.”

  Booker chuckled. “Go, find your boy, and fuck this frustration out of you. You’re useless to me until you do.”

  “I can’t just leave. We still have that fucker to deal with.”

  “I think you’ve done enough. I’ll handle it. Go get your boy, and maybe if you helped out with some of the things for the wedding, he might have more free time to warm your dick.”

  Me, help out with the wedding? Even the thought was terrifying. The boys had turned it into such a big thing where I’d only expected a few of us in attendance. Cass was excited about it though, so no way in hell was I going to take away his big day from him. Unless I died suddenly, he was having only one wedding in his lifetime. He deserved for it to be exactly as he wanted.

  “Fine. I’ll see you at the clubhouse,” I told Booker.

  I could still hear his chuckle behind me as I rode out of Double M. I aimed a middle finger in his direction then sped off in the direction of the clubhouse.

  It was Booker’s fault all I could think about was to find Cass and sink my cock inside my boy’s ass. He’d put the idea in my head and now the thought was a malignant disease I couldn’t get rid of until I found the cure. Draining my balls into Cass.

  By the time I rode on to the compound of the clubhouse and parked my bike, my cock was so stiff, I ached.

  I bounded up the steps of the clubhouse, checking the mess hall for Cass, but he wasn’t there. Neither was he in our room. Gritting my teeth, I stalked out of the bedroom and almost ran into Noose.

  “You looking for something?” he asked.

  “I’m looking for Cass. Is he here?”

  “The boys came for him earlier,” he replied. “Think they’re at the Great House.”

  “Thanks, man.”

  I doubled back into my room for what I needed then trudged across the distance between the clubhouse and where Grimm lived. I took the steps two at a time and completely forgot the doorbell to hammer on the front door.

  What I needed was just on the other side.

  The door opened and Jamie appeared.

  “Oh hey, Mort. What are—”

  “I’m here to see Cass.” I walked past him and strode along the hall, prepared to search the house from top to bottom to find him. “Where’s he?”

  “We’re in the living room going through floral arrangements with the wedding planner,” Jamie said. “What’s the matter with you?”

  He followed me into the living room where Cass, Fable, and the wedding planner, whose name I could never remember, were poring over a book set on the coffee table. All heads swung in my direction at my sudden entry.

  “Mort!” Cass smiled at me. “We’re picking out the floral arrangement for the wedding. Do you want to help us to choose?”

  I ran a hand over my chin, having only a split second to decide with all those eyes looking at me. I could walk right back out of the house or do exactly what I came here to do, and fuck everything else. The way Cass was looking up at me, his eyes shiny with excitement only made the yearning worse.

  “Mort?” he asked, frowning.

  “I’m here to borrow Cass for a few,” I said.

  “Can’t it wait until after, Mort?” Jamie asked. “We’re really getting into the selections here.”

  Who gave a fuck about the flowers when I was about to combust at the seams if I didn’t get to touch, kiss, and hold my boy for a few minutes?

  “No, it’s urgent.”

  Jamie frowned at me like he didn’t believe me. Cass got to his feet from his spot on the carpeted floor where he’d been sitting next to Fable. His shorts rode high up his slender thighs and the shirt he had on was so tight his nipples made interesting points against the material. A groan escaped me.

  “Did I do something?” Cass asked, his face worried as he came up to me.

  “Nope. I need you, that's all. To talk. We’ll step out for a few and he’ll be back shortly.”

  “Mort, what’s going on?”

  I pulled him along with me out of the living room, ignoring the confused looks of everyone.

  “Where’s the nearest bathroom?” I asked Cass.

  “What?”

  “Nearest bathroom, Cass.”

  “Um, there’s one on this floor.”

  “Take me to it.”

  He walked ahead of me but frowned at me over his shoulder. “I hope you know you’re acting weird. It’s freaking me out a little.”

  “I’m not mad at you,” I said.

  “You’re not?”

  “Maybe a tiny bit.”

  “Well, that’s helpful.” He stopped at a door, turned the knob, and that was all I needed to know. I caught him around the waist, brought him into the room, and kicked the door shut with my heel.

  “Mort!”

  “This isn’t how I wanted to do this, but it seems the only time I get to have you.”

  “What do you mean?”

  I set him on his feet, and he turned toward me, so beautifully naive in that he still didn’t get it. I caught his face between my hands and kissed him hard, thrusting my tongue deep inside his mouth while I turned us and backed him up in the door.

  “It’s been almost two weeks, Cass,” I growled at him, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip. “Two fucking weeks since my cock’s been inside you. I almost killed a man today out of frustration.”

  He glanced up at me with wide eyes. “You did?”

  “Almost. Thank fuck Booker was there. I need you, babe.”

  I slammed my mouth onto his again and grabbed at his legs, pushing them apart to slide a thigh between them for his ass to perch on. I pushed a hand beneath his blouse/shirt and squeezed his nipple between my fingers. He cried out, shifting his ass on my thigh.

  “I’m being too loud,” he gasped.

  “I don’t give a fuck who hears you screaming my name, baby.” I sucked hard at the flesh on the side of his neck. “It’s the only name you’re allowed to scream like this.”

  “Yes, Mort.”

  “Say my name. My real name.”

  “Hollis.”

  “Remember it for when I’m deep inside of you. You’ve been making me wait.”

  “I’m sorry,” he moaned as I reached for the button of his shorts and undid it. The zipper went down next. “It’s been frustrating for me too.”

  “It has?”

  He nodded. “Please, I need you in me, Hollis.”

  I released him. “Get it wet for me first, Cass.”

  He dropped to his knees on the floor and reached for my belt. As impatient as I was, I braced my arms against the door to squelch the need to touch him. If I did, I wouldn’t even have time for a blow job. I’d be straight up his sweet ass.

  When my cock sprang free from my boxers, I groaned and looked down at Cass.

  “Hmm.” He hummed, holding my cock by the base and slapping his cheek with my thick girth. Fuck, I hoped he never changed. I loved the way he was so sexual and wild. How he didn’t know how to act pretentious with me. He loved my cock, and he showed it.

  “So big,” he groaned and spat on the head, before massaging the saliva down my shaft. “Gonna make up to you with the best head you’ve ever gotten.”

  “I’m counting on that. Go ahead then and show me how you back that talk up.”

  Cass slid his hand down to cup my balls while he sucked the head of my dick into his mouth. His tongue circled the underside of my glans before running over the slit at the tip and then he was taking me down the back of his throat inch by inch.

  “Holy fuck, Cass!” I hissed.

  His response was to squeeze my balls gently while his head bobbed up and down my cock.

  “Fuck my face,” he begged, licking the length of my shaft. “Make me choke on it.”

  Loyal. Slutty. Sweet. And a heart of gold. He was everything. My everything.

  His mouth opened, and I guided my cock between his lips. Throwing my head back, I snapped my hips back and forward, working my cock down his throat as he’d demanded. He gagged, his throat muscles flexing against my dick.

  “Fuck.” I pulled out before I could nut. Nothing would do but me being buried inside him.

  I gripped his jaw, and he opened his mouth, tongue hanging out. I spat in his mouth, and he moaned. Groaning, I hauled him to his feet up in my arms and slammed our mouths together. With his legs wrapped around my waist, he buried his fingers into my mohawk.

  “Hurry, Hollis, hurry,” he groaned against my lips. “Need you.”

  “What do you need from me?”

  I set him on his feet to work his shorts down his legs along with his thong.

  “To raw dog my hole.”

  He couldn’t have said it any more perfectly. I gently pushed him up against the sink, and he bent over, gripping the counter. My name on his ass filled my chest with pride.

  He was all mine.

  I located the lube I’d put in my pocket, watching Cass as he spat in his hand then rubbed the saliva over his hole in impatience. He fucked his hole with his middle finger only then added a second finger, moaning.

  “You’re so goddamn hot.”

  I wrapped a hand around his chest to pull him upright, kissing him while I adjusted my height with my knees to line my lubed-up cock against his hole. I nudged his opening and sank home. Scored on the first thrust. He gasped into my mouth as I stretched him open.

  “Hollis,” he whined when I released his lips. He bent forward, and I took one of his hands, holding it behind his back as I forged my way into him hard and fast.

  “That’s the way you like it, don’t you baby?”

  “Yes. Harder. Fuck my hole harder, Hollis. Wreck me.”

  My pelvis slapped into his ass and my balls slapped his taint hard with each thrust. I rode his ass, worked his hole loose and shoved two fingers inside him.

  “You gonna come for me, baby?” I grunted. “I need you to come for me before I do, babe.”

  “Close,” he gasped. “So, fucking close. Don’t stop. Oh my god, Hollis!”

  He screamed my name as he blasted his load onto the sink. His ass tightened around my cock. I grunted, my heart pounding in my chest as I kept thrusting through his climax. His sweet cries were such music to listen to, my own climax snuck up on me. I gripped his hips and buried my cock inside him, my eyes clamped tightly close as I drained my balls in him.

  “Holy fuck,” Cass mumbled. “Oh, my god, Hollis.”

  I knew exactly what he meant. I felt like we moved the whole fucking Earth, but it was just our world that we’d shaken up, and that was fine by me. I didn’t need the whole fucking world after all. As long as I always had this with him.

  “Did I break you?” I asked Cass when I was finally able to breathe.

  “No, just my hole,” he said as he laughed. “How did you know I needed that?”

  “Because I needed it just as much.”

  I pulled out of him and cum slid out. I went down on my knees behind him and licked up the dripping cum. Fingering his hole, I felched him clean, then planted a kiss in the center of his back.

  “You’re so dirty,” he giggled.

  I caught his chin and turned his head, bringing our lips close. “You ain’t too bad yourself.”

  I kissed him sweetly and ended by pressing my lips to his cheek.

  “I love you. Forgive me for interrupting your plans?”

  “No, thank you. Jamie was more into the flowers stuff than me anyway. I needed that break.”

  I turned him around and reached for my bandana to wet in the sink. “And you won’t make me starve like that again?”

  “Hmm, I don’t know. If you get all hot like that when you go without for a while, I’m thinking it might be worth it.”

  I growled at him. “Maybe once in a while, but I couldn’t survive it.”

  I cleaned him up and tended to myself. When I’d fastened his shorts, I kissed his chin. He beamed up at me with such love in his eyes.

  “Do you feel better now?” he asked as I held the bathroom door for him to pass through.

  “Much. I feel like I just got back my sanity.”

  I held him from behind and nuzzled his neck before I let him go. I walked him back to the living room where everyone sat in silence. Jamie glared, Fable pretended he was going through the magazine, and the planner’s face was so red, I was partly worried she was about to have a stroke.

  “Are you done then?” Jamie asked.

  “Merely getting started.” I kissed Cass, slow and deep, my hands planted firmly on his ass where they could all see.

  “Really, Mort,” Jamie spluttered. “We have a wedding to plan.”

  I released Cass and winked at Jamie. “Don’t worry, I’ll let Grimm know you could do with a little spontaneity too.”

  “You bastard!” Jamie threw a cushion at me, and I laughed, spanking Cass’s ass before I sauntered out.

  Four

  “HEY, WHERE ARE you off to in such a hurry?”

  I’d barely gotten up from the table when Mort pulled me onto his lap. His hand rested on my bare thigh which he caressed with the gentlest of touches. It was hard to believe this was the man who’d railed me in Jamie’s and Grimm’s house just two days ago.

  The way he touched my body, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind that he was as in love with me as I was with him. Every day I saw him, I was glad I had been patient with him. That I chose him even when his behavior and treatment of me was less than desirable. But that was all under the bridge now.

  “I’m meeting up with Fable,” I told him. “We have things to discuss for our bachelor party.”

  He frowned at me. “I don’t see why we need two different parties.”

  “Because we have different ideas of what’s fun.” I stroked his beard. “We’ll behave, promise.”

  “Somehow I don’t believe that.”

  My hand stilled. “You’re not worried about me and a bachelor party, right? Because we aren’t even hiring strippers. It’s just the three of us hanging out together since Miles doesn’t seem open to the idea. He’s been distant ever since he ran out on us when we went shopping.”

  “I trust you, Cass. I’m not worried about you with anyone else for a bachelor party. I’m trying not to think about all the trouble you all can get into.”

  I giggled. “Cross my heart.” I pressed my lips to his. “And later when I get home, I’ll clear my entire evening just for you.”

  He stroked a hand up between my thighs to cup my cock. “I can hardly wait.”

  Mort assigned Number Three, a prospect, to shadow Fable and me for the day. We picked up Fable at his place before we headed to town to browse the shops and dawdle before Jamie got off for lunch. Fable ended up buying a few tutus that put him in a great mood. When Jamie texted that he would be late, we decided to stop at the firing range where Zak worked to surprise him. He walked out to the reception area after someone got the message to him that he had a delivery in the lobby.

  The second he saw Fable, he grinned. He walked right up to the boy and swept him off his feet in a kiss while I barely prevented myself from clapping my hands in glee. I loved that my friends were also happy and in love with their men. If only Rubble and Miles got their act together. It was so plain how much they liked each other.

  And poor Max had to take care of Kane whose health was declining rapidly. He’d known the deal when he accepted being with Kane. That they only had a short time left together, but he’d rather have a short time with the man he’d wanted for so long than nothing at all.

  “Zak, this is unprofessional,” Fable said after Zak lowered him to the floor.

  “You didn’t seem worried about that when you were kissing him back,” I quipped.

  Zak laughed as Fable glared at me.

  “This is a nice surprise. What brings you two here?”

  “We’re having lunch with Jamie in a bit,” Fable replied. “We thought we’d kill some time by surprising you here.” He beamed up at Zak. “Are you?”

  “I am. In the best way. I’ll take a break.”

  We hung out with Zak who introduced us to other people he worked with until it was time to meet Jamie for lunch. Fable clung to his Daddy for the longest while, and I almost told him to stay, but we needed his input for my bachelor party. Like I’d told Mort earlier, we had nothing major planned except hanging out with each other and possibly having too much to drink while we talked about how much our lives had changed.

  Our meeting was actually to finalize the plans I had for Mort’s bachelor party. They were having a huge do at the clubhouse as anyone would expect, but I’d lined up a few strippers from Vice & Virtue to surprise them with entertainment.

  We’d barely arrived at the restaurant across from the hospital when Jamie walked over, having finished his shift. He’d changed out of his medical scrubs and wore a knitted gray sleeveless dress that showed off his toned arms. Heads turned as he strutted toward us in his heeled boots.

  I shook my head as he took the extra seat we’d saved for him.

  “You couldn’t have walked over in your scrubs?”

  “Fuck no. I spend so much time in the stuff that I live for every moment I get out of it,” he replied. “Did we order yet?”

  “No, we just got here,” Fable said. “We were waiting on you. And by the way cute dress.”

 

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