Chapter Twenty-Two

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Dusty

We take my Jeep to Davies on a Saturday night. Morgan and I haven’t gone out with friends since he’s been back, so when Archer called to see if I wanted to grab a drink with him and Cass, we decided to go. I need to enjoy the time out with them before we head out for California anyway.

“I wonder if East will be here tonight,” Morgan says when we pull into a parking spot.

“It’s likely. He’s here a lot of nights from what I hear.”

“Do you think he has a drinking problem?”

That’s all we would need, and unfortunately, I don’t have an answer for him. “Don’t know, baby.” Reaching over, I squeeze his thigh. Morgan grabs my hand in a quick hold that says thank you before we get out of the Jeep.

Cass and Archer are already there when we arrive, sitting at a table with a pitcher of beer and four glasses. “There they are.” I nod in their direction.

“I can’t believe you hang out with Archer Thorn and Tripp Cassidy,” he teases.

“I’m one of the cool kids now,” I joke back. “Hey, guys. How’s it going?”

They both stand. “Hey, brother. What’s up?” Archer holds out his hand for me, and we shake.

“Not much, man. Hey, Cass. You both remember Morgan.”

They say hello to Morgan, then Archer moves over to sit beside Cass, and Morgan and I take the seats across from them.

Cass pours beer in a mug for each of us and slides it over. “I was real sorry to hear about your dad’s stroke.”

Morgan gives a quick nod and a thank-you. Archer and Cass don’t know Gregory is the last thing Morgan wants to talk about.

“What about you?” Morgan asks Cass. “How’s your son doing? He was a toddler when I left. And your wife?”

Fuck. I should have foreseen that and spoken to him about it ahead of time. Cass is incredibly protective of Meadow. I try to intervene now. “Sorry, I—”

Cass shakes his head, stopping me. “It’s okay. He didn’t know. Unless there’s an issue after I tell him. Then we’ll have a problem.” Cass turns to Morgan. “April left, and my child let us know a couple of years ago that we were wrong about her—I have a daughter, and her name is Meadow. She picked it herself.” He smiles, clearly in awe of his girl.

“I apologize. I didn’t know, but I won’t make the mistake again. Sounds like you have yourself a strong, confident daughter.”

“I do.” Cass beams. “Thank you.”

Morgan nods, and Archer pipes in. “I hear you’re leaving us,” he tells me.

I shift in my seat, then talk to them some about the plan. “I know people don’t think East can handle it, but—”

“I don’t think that,” Archer interrupts. “I think he can do more than anyone realizes, especially himself.”

“What’s the deal with you two?” I ask. He’s always helping East out, even though he doesn’t want it.

“Archer wants to fuck him is what’s happening.” Cass laughs, then glances toward Morgan as if he just remembered he’s there. “Shit. Sorry. I forgot we’re talking about your little brother.”

“Is he queer?” Morgan looks at me. “Hell, I don’t even know. And I’ve heard you’re queer too.” He glances at Archer, clearly not feeling jealous over the fact that Archer and I have fucked. I’m thankful for that. “When did Birchbark become so much cooler?”

We share a chuckle, but then Archer says, “I don’t want to fuck him. I just think he gets a bad rap, and I don’t like shit like that. Everyone deserves a fair shot. I won’t pretend he’s not pretty to look at, but that’s not what it’s about. Just feels like he needs someone, is all.”

No one answers about Easton’s sexuality, and I’m not sure if anyone knows. I sure as fuck don’t. I do know he likes women, so if he’s queer, he’s bisexual, or pan, or something else.

We chat as we finish our drinks, then head to the billiards table to play a game of doubles. They split me and Morgan up so Morgan is with Cass and I’m with Archer.

“Want another drink? Officer Thorn is my designated driver, and I plan to get fucked up tonight. Meadow is with my parents.” Cass smacks his buddy on the shoulder.

“I can’t,” I tell him. “I have to drive.”

“Drink. Have fun. I’ll drive us home,” Morgan says, and I’m not going to argue with him. This might be the last time I get to do something like this with Archer and Cass for a long time.

One game turns into two, then three, laughter and conversation bouncing between us. Morgan seems to get along well with them, unsurprisingly, and it fills me with a kind of joy that only something about Morgan can give me.

Morgan and Cass win two of the three games, and then we’re back at our table, Cass and I enjoying another round.

“Did you guys hear that Old Man Davies is selling this place?” Archer says.

“No shit?” I ask. “That sucks. I love it here. I hope it’s not an out-of-stater who buys.” I love coming to Davies and knowing it’s someone local running it, someone who grew up here and loves this area. I worry that someone else might change things too much and it won’t be what Birchbark loves.

“Fuck. Me too,” Cass replies.

“Why is he selling?” Morgan asks. “I’m assuming his age?”

Old Man Davies is…well, old. He has a wife but no kids to pass the bar down to.

“Yeah, and it needs some work, clearly. I just don’t think he has the money or the ability to keep up with it anymore,” Archer replies.

Morgan nods and looks around. “That makes sense. Sucks, though. I agree with Dust—I hope someone local buys it. It’s a strong building with good bones. It could really be something special.”

“Exactly. They better not turn my bar into a place I don’t want to spend time at anymore,” I say. “Where else are we going to hang out?”

Cass chuckles, rich and throaty. “Well, I assume you’ll be at a bar in Santa Monica.”

I frown, the tingling feeling of my buzz making itself more noticeable. “Fuck. I forgot. I don’t know why I said that.”

I feel Morgan’s gaze on me, but I don’t turn to look at him, afraid my weakened defenses will show him something I’ve been trying to hide from him.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving,” Archer adds. “You must really like this guy.” He throws a playful look at Morgan.

“Of course I do. He’s mine.” I turn and press a kiss to his lips. Morgan returns it, but something feels a little off about it…stiff or unsure.

We hang out with Archer and Cass for another hour or so, but Morgan is quieter than he was before. I keep my hand on his thigh, needing to touch him and hoping it brings him comfort.

When we say our goodbyes, I toss him the keys and get into the passenger seat.

“You guys are closer than I realized,” Morgan says as he drives.

“They’re good people. We have fun together. We’ve gotten pretty tight over the years.” I put my hand on his thigh again, working my way up. “I don’t want to talk about them.” I cup his bulge. “I want to talk about this. I’m drunk and horny and want your dick tonight. Are you going to give it to me?”

Morgan chuckles. “Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to distract me? And yes, I’ll always give you my dick…though I always want yours too. But I’m also not so easily sidetracked. Tonight…you forgot you’re leaving.”

I sigh and drop my head back against the seat. “I’ve been drinking. It didn’t mean anything.”

“But I think it does.”

“I want you, Morgan, and that’s all the matters. Please don’t start a fight tonight. We had fun with our friends. I said something dumb that doesn’t mean anything. We’re going to move to Santa Monica together. I refuse to be away from you. If I’d said yes the first time, none of this would have happened. Now can I tease your dick some more because it’s kinda hot to fuck with you when you can’t do anything about it.”

“You think this is your fault?”

“I don’t believe it matters whose fault it is, just that it happened. Choices you made could have changed it. Choices I made could have changed it. I’m just not willing to risk that again.”

“Jesus, Dust. You’re incredible.”

We pull into the driveway before I have time to play with Morgan’s cock. He’s going to say more, I can tell he is, so I unclick my seat belt and take his mouth with mine.

Morgan doesn’t fight me, his arms encircling me while I remove his belt too. I push my tongue between his lips, wonder if he tastes the beer on me. There’s still a slight tinge on him, and I want to suck it off his tongue.

“Come inside with me, baby. Let me lick you all over, play with your hole, then give you my ass.”

“Goddamn you, Dusty.” His hands make a journey up my back until he’s cupping my head. “You know I can’t deny you.” Morgan crushes our mouths together again in a hard, claiming kiss. My cock throbs beneath my zipper, needing free of the confines.

I rip away from him before we find a way to fuck uncomfortably in my Jeep. I have plans for us that include more than a quickie—not that it’s ever just a quickie with us. “Let’s go.”

We rush to the house, Morgan kicking off his shoes and tugging off his shirt on the porch while I unlock the door. He leaves them there when we hurry inside, and that simple act is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

I get out of my shoes while he closes and locks the door, and then we’re kissing again, mouths pulled together with a force neither of us can stop.

We work our way to the room, kissing and touching. My palms skate around his chest and back while Morgan deftly works the button and zipper on my jeans.

By the time we get to our room, we’re both naked, hard cocks rubbing together.

“Get on the bed,” I tell Morgan as I open the bottom drawer of my nightstand. The lube is in the top one, so he’s watching me curiously. We got rid of the condoms when our test results came back clear.

I set a plug beside him on the bed, Morgan cocking a brow at me. I wink, then grab the lube. “We both know how much you like being full of me…”

“I love fucking you too.”

“I’m getting there, baby.” I straddle him, while he lies on his back. “As I was saying, we both know how much you like to be full of me, and while this isn’t the same, I thought you could wear it while you fuck me.” I lean forward, kiss one temple, then the other, slowly pressing my lips to his face over and over. “That would be so fucking hot.”

He grabs my ass cheeks, kneading them. “Hell yes. Do it.”

“That’s what I want to hear.” I climb off while Morgan turns over, pushing up onto his hands and knees. He looks so fucking sexy like this, ass up for me, with that light fur on his cheeks and in his crack.

I love those things about being with a man, love the scents and sweat and raw masculinity. I kiss and nibble his right cheek, then the left, before my tongue sneaks out and licks a path to his crease. I taste that too, flick my tongue over his hole, savor the sound of Morgan sucking in a sharp breath.

“So good. It’s always so fucking good with you,” he says breathlessly.

“I love worshipping your body…love the feel of you worshipping mine in return.”

My cock bobs between my legs, precum at the slit. I ignore myself as I take out the new toy. I haven’t played with other men the way I do with Morgan. It’s just something about being with him that sets me on fire, makes me want to find new ways to bring him pleasure, to totally and completely lose myself in him.

I slick my fingers with lube, then push one inside him. He moans into the pillow, his tight little hole sucking me in. It’s the sexiest fucking thing in the world, watching Morgan take any part of me into himself.

I twist my finger, push it in, then pull out before working a second slicked digit inside him. Morgan pushes back against me, breath already heavy with need, fucking himself on the only part of me I’m willing to give him at the moment.

“More…give me more, Dust.”

“I’m working on it, handsome,” I tease, but decide to be nice, fitting a third inside him, watching his tight ring open up for me as I thrust my fingers inside him. His fists are tightened around the pillow, head turned to look back at me over his shoulder.

“The plug.”

“Almost there.” I keep my fingers inside him while I lick his thighs, his ass, his lower back and up his spine, my mouth kissing and tasting. Is it really fucking Morgan if I don’t take some time to explore his whole body?

When he’s a trembling mess, I pull my fingers out, watch his hole close slightly but gaping a little for me too. “Goddamn, Morgan. You’re so fucking beautiful.” I rub his cheeks.

“You’re just looking at my hole.”

“It’s beautiful too, but all of you is.”

I pump some lube onto the black plug, slicking it liberally. The thickest part is just a tad bigger than my dick.

“You gonna take this for me? Gonna let me plug up your ass before you fuck me?”

“There’s not a damn thing in this world I wouldn’t let you do to me, Dusty. Nothing. You own me.”

My heart swells so big, it nearly breaks out of the prison of my chest. My love for this man is too large to be contained.

I press the end of the toy against his hole, watching as I slowly push it in, hear his breathing pick up, see his body stretch to accommodate something I’m giving him. When his body tenses, I pause, kiss his ass again, rub my scruffy cheeks against him. “You can do it, baby. You’re almost there. Once I get this snug in your little hole, I’m going to lie back and let you play with me, let you do whatever you want to me.”

“Fuck yes, keep going,” he begs, and I do, so fucking slowly, easing it into him until his hole is stretching over the biggest part, and then the plug pops in, his body immediately closing around the slender section, the flared base holding it in place.

“That’s so hot. I’ve never put one of these inside anyone before.”

“And you’ll never put one inside anyone but me.”