Chapter Nine

It was just like their father to throw a weekend long party for one wedding. The grooms basked in their celebration. That was his dad, though. Over the top in every way. Barrett and Storm deserved it. Tavey couldn’t deny that. He assumed his father would have thrown the same sort of affair for Travis and Allison if they hadn’t eloped. Little did anyone know they hadn’t had time for this sort of planning. Allison had learned she was pregnant three days after they were engaged. Travis had married her immediately.

It was equally possible this whole crazy scene was just for Storm’s benefit. They were finally officially welcoming him to the family. He had always been family to them, but this was better. Storm was one of them now in name too. It was a good weekend. They had grown in ranks. Tavey also enjoyed the scenery. Storm’s entire team had shown. There was sexy ass as far as the eye could see. There was one, though. Goddamn. Tavey had been watching him all weekend. He finally spotted his opening. The guy stood alone.

Tavey made his way across the room. He just got bigger the closer Tavey got. His brown hair and brown eye combination might have been drab, if not accentuated by the sexiest of features. Long eyelashes. Perfect brow and solid jaw. He had dimples and smiled a lot. The guy bled kindness. It drew people in, including Tavey, which wasn’t hard. Tavey was a man of the people. He liked fucking as many of them as possible. His station in life gave him that opportunity. He didn’t balk.

Unlike Travis and Barrett, who had met their person in the second grade and never looked away—like the obsessed psychos they were—Tavey was different. Some might say he was a whore. Truth be told, he would say that too. It was a title he embraced.

Sexy brown eyes swung his way as Tavey approached. Tavey pasted on a smile. “Hi.”

The guy dipped his solid chin. “Hey.”

Tavey held out his hand. “I’m Barrett’s brother, Tavey.”

They shook hands. “I figured. You look just like him. I’m Hugo. Storm and I are on the same team.”

“I figured,” Tavey said, mimicking Hugo’s earlier tone.

Hugo snorted. “What gave me away?”

Tavey dropped his chin and swept his gaze down Hugo’s body before meeting his stare again. He didn’t hide his interest. “You’re about that size.”

Hugo never stopped smiling. “Tavey, huh? That’s a name.”

“It’s Tavelin, actually, after my great-grandfather, but everyone calls me Tavey.”

Hugo nodded. “So, Tavey,” Hugo said, dragging out the words. “This is a hell of a party and house. What’s your dad do anyhow?”

Tavey barely stopped himself from laughing. He wasn’t used to being around people who didn’t realize they were dangerous. “Shipping. Import export. That kind of stuff.”

Hugo nodded. “He must be well known and good at it.”

Tavey shrugged. “Everyone has their talent.”

Hugo nodded again. His gaze swept the crowd as if done with their conversation—like he searched for an escape. Tavey couldn’t let him get away yet.

“What’s your talent, Hugo?” Tavey made sure his voice dripped with innuendo.

Hugo’s gaze slid back his way. “You must not follow hockey.”

Tavey shook his head. “Not at all.”

A bright smile exploded across Hugo’s face. “How are you living here in Canada and not a hockey fan?”

“Lucky, I guess.”

“I suppose even if you were a fan, you’d probably follow your home team. I’m a center for the Chuckers. Or is that not what you meant?”

Tavey brought his drink to his lips to buy himself a second. He had a bad feeling Hugo was straight, and he wasted his time. “Sure.”

Hugo held his stare. He looked bored by the conversation. “Oh. I kind of hoped you meant sexually. Guess I read that wrong.”

Tavey’s eyebrows rose. It had been a long time since anyone kept him on his toes. “And if I had meant it that way?”

That huge grin was back, lighting the entire room. “How much time you got?”

“That’s a hell of a boast.”

Hugo laughed, turning heads with the jovial sound. Mischief lit his eyes, throwing Tavey for a loop. He couldn’t decide if Hugo flirted or fucked with him. Either way, Tavey’s feet wouldn’t budge. He couldn’t walk away without learning more. Tavey adored a good challenge. He would stand here until he deciphered Hugo’s code. Maybe this was locker room trash talk, or possibly Hugo had just thrown out an offer. Either way, Tavey could play this game. Entertainment was entertainment. Tavey did like to be engaged.

A party raged outside their bedroom door. People no longer cared if they were there to celebrate Storm and Barrett’s wedding. They were on day three of a solid excuse to drink free alcohol. That was fine with Barrett. Barrett didn’t want to leave the bed. Storm had married him. There was no going back now. Storm finally carried the Cattaneo name and Barrett was over the moon with pride and love. So much love. Storm was finally and permanently his. He had the paperwork to prove it.

Storm draped his body like a blanket. His mouth stayed latched onto Barrett’s neck. The torment was sweet and maddening. His hard dick twitched between them, hoping to remind Storm it went neglected. Storm made no effort to put him out of his misery.

“You’re killing me.”

Storm chuckled. “I’m killing you? My poor asshole might never recover.”

“Awww, my poor baby. Are you sore?” He pushed, forcing Storm onto his back. “Let me see,” Barrett said, settling between Storm’s thighs. He pushed Storm’s knees up toward his chest. “Here. Hold these.”

Storm looked exasperated, but he pulled his knees higher, exposing himself. He knew Barrett too well. Storm knew this was a ploy.

Barrett had to admit, Storm’s hole looked a little red. He supposed he had been relentless since Storm said his I do. Barrett was greedy like that. Luckily, Storm knew exactly what he had signed up for with Barrett.

“Damn, baby. That does look bad. I’ll kiss it and make it better.” Before Storm could argue, Barrett licked his hole. Storm moaned and Barrett hid a smile. It seemed he wasn’t too sore after all. Barrett circled Storm’s asshole with his tongue, teasing him. His hunger grew. Barrett got into it, probing and licking until Storm squirmed and begged. He patted around until he found the lube that was never far away. Barrett quickly got Storm ready before shooting to his knees. As he led his dick to Storm’s waiting asshole, Barrett lost control of his tongue.

“Do you remember the first time I put my dick inside you?”

Storm drew a shaky breath. “Yes.”

Barrett pressed his tip inside, teasing himself. “You squirmed so much, I thought I was killing you.” Barrett pushed a little deeper, watching Storm’s greedy body take him. “You muffled your cries with my pillow. I almost stopped. Your body didn’t want to take me, and I had no idea what I was doing. You were so tense, I immediately blew the second I finally pushed all the way inside, getting cum all inside you.” Storm moaned. Barrett kept going, slowly giving him an inch at a time. “I might’ve been embarrassed, but I was young. With your asshole squeezing me like an anaconda, I never went soft. Then I accidentally hit that perfect spot.” Barrett changed positions and slammed against the pleasure button he mentioned.

Storm whimpered.

Barrett did it again. “Then you begged me to take you. You fucked yourself on my dick, crying and pleading. I thought for sure everyone in the house heard you beg for me to fuck you hard.”

“I didn’t care if they heard.”

Barrett knew that. Storm was a needy bottom. He loved having his ass abused. “Do you want more?”

“Oh, God.”

Barrett took that as a yes. He pressed his thumb against the tight ring of muscles that were already stretched wide around his dick. Barrett forced Storm even wider, making way for his fingers.

“Oh, shit, Barrett.”

An evil chuckle fell from Barrett’s lips. He snatched up a prostate massager he had used earlier and slipped it in, thrusting in time with his cock until he had it in place. The flat, curved surface made Storm feel even tighter while it vibrated against that spot that drove Storm wild. It didn’t impede Barrett’s thrusts at all. In fact, the vibration felt amazing. Storm looked ready to drool.

“That’s it, sexy. Take it all. You’re my brave soldier.” He thrust, keeping the toy moving as he went. It slowed the process, but not the building orgasm. Barrett’s balls were so tight, he had his back teeth locked. “Yeah. You like that. Take it, Storm. Let me hear how full you are. Tell me what you want.”

“So full. Holy shit. Fuck me. It feels so good. Don’t hold back.”

Barrett slammed inside Storm, taking him hard. He abused Storm’s asshole. Storm made sounds like a dying man. When cum shot from Storm’s dick, Barrett cried out at the way he nearly broke him. His greedy body and the vibration of the toy sent Barrett soaring. His cries reverberated from the walls of his childhood bedroom. It was the first place they had fucked, and now it was the place where they continuously christened their marriage. Barrett already couldn’t wait to do it again.

Everything hurt. Barrett gave him no peace. Storm had zero complaints. Barrett had always been sexual. He would do things—amazing things. Storm had never been with anyone else to compare, but he didn’t need to be. He had watched porn. Even those people didn’t do half what Barrett would do. Barrett had enough stamina to kill a man. Storm had no desire to be disappointed by some random dick. He knew he hit the jackpot with Barrett.

“Sometimes,” Storm said between pants. “It hits me from nowhere. How could you ever think I would let anyone else do this to me? I would be bored out of my mind.”

Barrett laughed. It was a tired sound. “I told you, I got in my head. Rest assured, I showed up with those condoms determined to remind you exactly what you were missing. No one will ever fuck you better.”

Storm shook his head. He still fought for air. “Trust me. I know.”

Barrett kissed him. It was hard and possessive. He pulled away. A dark expression met his stare. “You’re mine. Even though my heart always knows that, I can’t tell you how deep down the rabbit hole of insanity I went. I saw you on TV. All these people chanted your name. The things I pictured sent me over the edge. In no reality would I ever let you go, but I wanted to hurt you. I wanted you to never walk the same and know you’d fucked up by betraying me.” Barrett shook his head. Some of the insanity left his eyes. “I know I was an idiot. You’re my baby. My best friend. I know you’d never betray me. You don’t have it in you to hurt me.”

“Never.” Even Storm heard the rage in his voice. Maybe they were both a little crazy.

Barrett touched his forehead to Storm’s. He closed his eyes and inhaled. Storm couldn’t look away. “I love you.” Storm’s voice cracked on the words. “I know you know it, but I don’t know how to exist without you. For as long as I can remember, you’ve been my entire world. My hero. My reason for getting up each day. We are the one thing in this world you never have to doubt.”

Barrett’s eyes opened. Those light blue irises never stopped taking his breath. He stole another kiss before settling down on Storm’s chest. “I know. This marriage was just a formality. You’ve always been the husband of my heart. I’m pretty sure we’re on like our fifth lifetime together. We just keep choosing reincarnation to get back to each other.”

Storm smiled at the idea. Their fingers linked and played. “I can see that. We’re both pretty unstable when it comes to each other. I can’t imagine even death trying to keep us apart.”

It was a nice thought. Storm couldn’t imagine being anywhere else than in Barrett’s hold. No one else would save him over and over again the way Barrett had. No one else would kill for him the way Barrett had. He wondered sometimes what it said about him that he never even thought about his dad or his dad’s last moments. Even though the guy had shot him, Storm still imagined he should feel some sort of way about Barrett taking his life. He didn’t. Storm felt nothing. Truthfully, the part that terrified him was himself. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to stay with Barrett. Nothing. Storm drew a deep breath. The scent of his husband’s cologne, along with the smell of sex, filled his lungs. It was a flawless combination. Storm was in heaven. His shoulders fully relaxed for the first time in years. They were good. Perfect, actually. For the rest of his life, they would always be this way. He couldn’t ask for a better future.

Keep an eye out for the next Thin Ice, Pucking Wild .