12. Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

"Thank you for coming with me, Dante, but I'm fine. I can tell you're freaking out about Sel."

"He's fine," Dante told his husband in a grunt.

Blaine's arms wrapped around his middle and Blaine's chin rested on Dante's shoulder so they could both gaze out the window.

They were in Twin Pines, the hotel Blaine owned in Oregon. He'd held onto it because he'd first fallen in love with Dante there, but Dante remembered it differently.

Oh, they'd been happy there, but Troy, that abusive asshole, had been there too, at that time. Troy, who Dante had stolen Blaine from. "Dante, I love you so much. You know that, right?"

"Mmmhmm," he said, though he didn't really know what he was agreeing to.

"Remember when you couldn't say those words to me? You expressed your love instead of saying it. That is when I first learned to read you and not your words."

"Mmmhmm," he hummed again.

"And now I'm naked, my cock so hard that I'm gonna pull your pants down and fuck you. I know how much you love bottoming."

"Mmm…what?"

He turned around as Blaine let go of him, laughing. "Dante. Chill out!"

"I can't," he said, brushing past him to pace the suite. "If my brother finds out I left his son there…"

"With a house packed full of bikers and Kings? Yeah, we're still in more danger here than he is there, Dante."

Dante stopped and refused to look at him. "I told everyone it was your idea to get away, baby."

"I know. I don't care. Is that what has you freaking out?"

"No," he huffed. "I'm…worried! I'm…worried. That's all."

"About Sel, about the resort, about the killer, about a thousand things. And still, you're not telling me the one thing you are most worried about."

Dante finally looked into Blaine's eyes. It was time for him to tell the truth. "I, uh, asked Neil for one more favor. I didn't want Prince to know, fearing he'd tell Dex."

"Oh? And?"

"The money, Blaine. We always wondered where the billion dollars went, the payment Harrison received from me for the property. If Brooks has control of it, which is likely he does…he has the money to elude us for years."

Blaine sighed, "Oh. I see." He sat on the edge of the king-sized bed and set his hands together and slowly slid them between his knees. "And that would indefinitely postpone the opening of the resort, and all the money we've put into it."

"No, Blaine. I don't care about the money. I can make more money."

Blaine's lashes fluttered as he raised his eyes to Dante. "The kids."

Dante sunk to his knees in front of Blaine, like he was begging his husband. "I promised you a family long ago. I promised you a life of love and happiness. We're going to move back here, to the lake. I'll build us a house here and we'll live happily here."

"I've fallen in love with you, Dante Carrillo, but I'm not stupid. You'd give up everything for me, and I'd love you for it, but I love you more than that. I love you enough to know when you're giving something up for me. I'd never ask that. Besides, I love it there too. I want to see families enjoying it. I want to know men are falling in love there, like Dallas, Marius, and Ruben did. I want everything you dreamed of for that piece of land in the middle of nowhere, someplace to hide away from the rest of the world. Please, Dante."

"How can we ever have that, with a serial killer haunting us there?"

"We'll catch him. I don't doubt that."

Dante's frustration was ebbing, but still, he had to keep voicing it. "If we don't? He's got a billion dollars, Blaine!"

"Then why hide away in the middle of nowhere, where he can't have any fun for fear of being seen? Sure, he might travel around right now, and he might be close, but he's already been to North America and South America. We have the world's best security. We've got mean, tough people all over that ranch to deal with him if he even shows his face."

If there was ever anyone that could talk him off a cliff, it was Blaine. His lovely, sexy husband. "Okay, okay, but there's one more thing."

"What? God, you're so frustrating."

"I know, I know, but indulge me, BB."

Blaine's sweet smile sent his heart beating much too fast. "Fine. I will indulge you."

Dante's voice became a husky growl. "Get your fucking clothes off. If we're heading back home, it's going to be with your hole nice and sore from me using you like a nasty whore."

Blaine's jaw dropped and a long breath escaped his beautiful mouth. "Not fair."

"You were going to fuck me in the ass? Did I hear that right?"

"I was trying to get your attention!"

"You got it. Now you might regret it."

Dante stood slowly while watching his sweet husband panting like a dog in an August sun.

"Why are you still dressed?"

Blaine jumped up and started tearing at his clothes, frustrating grunts emitting from his throat as his shirt kept giving him trouble. Dante chuckled quietly, letting Blaine fight with his shirt until it was off him and on the floor, then he fell back on the bed to unbutton his white slacks, lifting his butt, then letting it drop, lifting his legs and moving them like he was riding an invisible bike to get them off his legs.

It was all very comical, and not only did Dante need sex to take his worry, but he needed the laughter too. When Blaine had finally ditched all his clothes, he scooted up on the bed and tried to blow off the comedy by getting into a seductive pose.

Leaning back on his elbows, eyes half-lidded, one knee bent while the other lay straight, he blew a kiss at Dante, and Dante started laughing so hard, he fell to the rug and leaned on the mattress. "Oh, God, Blaine! What the fuck?"

Blaine came down to the rug with him and pushed him playfully. "Ass!"

"Sorry, BB, that was hilarious. That pose, Jesus."

"I guess it was pretty funny. It's good to see you laugh."

Dante stretched out an arm and wrapped it around Blaine's neck. "I needed it. I needed you. I guess it was good to get away from it all for a day or two. There is so much left to do, so much left to build, and there is one man, one fucking man that is throwing a wrench in the works."

"You're one man, Dante Carrillo, and you've done incredible things. You turned a dungeon in the Mexican desert from a place of sorrow and abuse into a thriving place where men go to get higher education, gain confidence in themselves and move on to do great things. You bring rival groups together and soon they're working toward shared goals, enriching their families. You set up scholarships for Prince's friends without blinking an eye because he asked. Those kids that he cared for, without even meeting them, you helped them. Now you're making a new home for so many, giving them a place where they can be open, proud and have fun. All the things I love about you, Dante, what makes me love you more every day? You've done that. And you'll give me kids. You'll give us a home where we're safe and happy. It's not in you to fail."

Blaine saw him. Dante couldn't always see himself, but in Blaine's eyes, he saw himself. "It started when I met you, BB. I don't think I would have done half these things if I wasn't so fucking happy that you made me yours."

"I know."

Dante chuckled again. "Conceited too."

"I have a man like you in love with me. I should be conceited."

After kissing the tip of Blaine's nose, he whispered, "Get back on the bed. I want to make love with you our way."

"Our way. Yes…Master."

As he was busy getting on the bed, Dante moved to the closet. They hadn't brought with them any of their toys or anything they used for playtime. Those were all in storage or in one of their other homes.

What he had were ties. He'd used them before, and they were handy in a pinch. Dante only purchased the best ties, so they'd be soft against Blaine's skin. He took three off the hanger and ran the silky material over his palm while walking back to the bed.

Blaine's blush reddened his face, neck and upper chest beautifully. He knew he was about to be tied, vulnerable to Dante, and that was his favorite thing, to give himself to his husband.

With his pretty pink lips parting, his head falling back on the pillow, he breathed out audibly, hands running over his naked thighs.

Dante set the ties on the bottom of the bed, shrugging off his jacket before beginning to unbutton his white shirt. Blaine's eyes followed his progress, and each button undone amped his breathing considerably.

One of the first things Dante realized about Blaine was how sexual he was. Shy to a fault, afraid of his own shadow, but when they made love, Blaine could disrobe from those traits easier than he could take off his clothes.

He became alive, confident, responsive. Dante had had dozens of lovers over his youthful years, but never had a simple touch of his hand lit a man the way it did Blaine. Writhing, moaning in a guttural way, Blaine showed his arousal in so many ways that Dante was still in awe after all those years.

When Dante was bare chested, he took the ties in one hand and moved around to the side of the bed, reaching for and softly taking Blaine's hand into his. "My beautiful, beautiful Blaine. Mine. The love of my life. I was so lucky the day I met you."

"Don't you mean the night? The night in that bar, when you hit on me, told me how terrible my boyfriend was and that I should be with you instead?"

"Yes. That night, the night I saw the most beautiful man I'd ever met, the man who would change my life for the better."

Kissing over each knuckle on Blaine's hand, staring into his eyes, Dante wrapped one tie around Blaine's wrist, letting the others fall to the floor. Blaine's eyes filled with tears as he said, "We haven't done this in a while."

"I think it's time to do it more often. We're building a kink club, after all. Though no one will see your body, they will see your submission."

Watching Blaine's eyes rolling back, seeing his cock leaking liberally against his stomach, Dante knew he needed this. His beautiful husband was stressed too, but he hid his own to better help Dante. That was his Blaine, selfless, loving, generous. He'd taught Dante these traits, encouraged them, and it was remarkable the ways it helped him in business.

To give, and give generously, earned loyalty, respect and, instead of fear, it created close partnerships. The one he treasured most, though, was the man in the bed.

Dante grabbed Blaine's other wrist and wrapped the dark blue tie around it, then tied it off in a loose knot.

Doing the same thing to Blaine's ankles, Blaine lay as still as he could, which was hard for him. He wasn't one to lay still while in the throes of passion. He expressed his own with writhing, with hips grinding, back arching.

When Blaine was trussed, Dante discarded his pants and underwear on the floor, crawling behind Blaine, kissing over his neck, smelling him, the soap he used, the sunshine from the long day that scented his hair.

His arousal was thick in the room, the heat of him warming Dante's entire body. The feel of Blaine's hair across his nose as he kissed the back of Blaine's neck, his hand running over his arm, hip, thigh…

"I love you so very much, my BB. You're the world, the sky, the sun and the moon to me. Being inside you is all I ever want in my life."

An arch of his back, his hips humping the air, pushing back on Dante's hard cock, his whispers in the room, "Dante, Dante, I want you inside me. I love when you're inside me…"

Dante moved just enough to grab the lube that seemed to always sit on top of the nightstand to the point Blaine had bought pretty dispensers for them.

He coated his dick while Blaine's whines grew louder, and once he pushed inside of him, Blaine let out a choked sob that made Dante wrap him in both arms, kissing his head lovingly. "That's my baby. That's my Blaine, my beautiful Blaine."

He sunk inside of Blaine's sweet, fiery ass, kissing across his warm flesh, holding him tightly, letting Blaine know he wanted him more than anything. They rocked together, moving like they were one, and they were. Never growing tired of each other, missing one another when they were apart, everything they needed was in that bed.

"My baby. My love," he whispered, nipping at Blaine's earlobe. "You're my life, baby."

"You're mine, Dante. You're my everything," he said in a strangled cry.

Slow, seductive, sweet. Their lovemaking started that way a lot. Dante needed to feel Blaine's flesh against him, feel his love before things grew rough. Nothing more than that, just feeling their combined bodies in love, so no matter the level of passion, they never forgot it was all done in love.

Spooning like they were, Dante felt every muscle gliding under Blaine's perfect skin, and his kisses let him take the taste of his sweat. Rolling his hips, Dante moved as deeply as he could inside of Blaine, but it wasn't enough. He needed to be deeper.

Pulling out, he gently pushed Blaine onto his stomach, helping him take his hands from under him. Using the last tie, he looped it through the tie on Blaine's wrists and tied it to the wooden slat of the headboard.

Once he was settled, Dante pulled up Blaine's hips and used his flat hands on Blaine's cheeks to spread them and he took a long lustful look at Blaine's reddened hole.

Blaine was antsy, as always, when Dante examined him. He wanted the cock back inside him, but Dante took his time, swiping a thumb across the swelling ring, spitting on it, spreading the spit with another swipe of his thumb.

One slap with his left hand on that perfect round left cheek, another slap with the right on the right cheek, watching Blaine jump. His own cock throbbed painfully. Another slap of each hand, then another, reddening the cheeks to match the hole.

With his face buried in the pillow, Blaine yelled, but it was nicely muffled. None of the walls of Twin Pines Motel were very thick. They'd disturbed guests in the past.

Another smack, another, and Dante's own breathing was ragged. He loved the man; he loved their play and making Blaine's anticipation top out was one of his goals.

When he finally set his cock on the hole again, when he started to barely push, Blaine moved back, like he was going to take charge of it. Dante pulled away and pushed Blaine over to the side, and Blaine looked over his arm, smiling mischievously. "Sorry."

"Who is in charge, Blaine?"

"You are, Master."

"If you forget that, what happens?"

Blaine swallowed and said, "You stop fucking me."

"Will you behave and wait for me?"

Before he ever spoke a word, Blaine's head bobbed. "Yes, Master."

Dante chuckled and got Blaine back up again, assuring his face was in the pillow as it should be.

Without teasing again, he stabbed Blaine with his cock and started fucking him mercilessly. The sounds that came from Blaine, well, Dante was glad they were muffled. Not only would the other rooms hear him, but they'd be heard across the lake.

Gripping his hips, Dante brought him back, shoving his cock deep with every thrust. The blond head of his husband shook like a dog with a rabbit in his mouth, his hands in fists as he pulled at his restraints.

The sight of Blaine below him was so hot, Dante had to look away, letting his head drop back as his eyes slid shut. And then, the feeling of it was as hot, and he felt his worries slip away, all the thoughts slip, everything fell away from him as his orgasm built, first deep in his balls, moving to his gut, his chest until it spread all over him and he bit his lip to keep from screaming it as finally it took him.

His body seized in a clutch of tightened muscles and heart-strangling sensation. As soon as he recovered enough, he threw Blaine onto his side again and dove onto his cock, sucking Blaine until Blaine shot into his mouth after bringing the pillow over his head so he could scream into it.

Both satiated, Blaine lay in his arms, panting sweetly, kissing Dante's nipple. "Best…sex…ever."

"It was mediocre at best, and you say that every time."

"It always is."

"Blaine, you are terribly good for my ego."

Blaine set his chin on Dante's chest, staring at him dreamily. "I love you, Dante."

"I know. It's the only thing that seems to get me through all this utter bullshit life throws at us."

"But…your mind is usually much clearer after sex, so what will you do now?"

"We're going back, of course. We're going back and I'm going to hunt the fucker down. The first stop we'll make is to talk to Lonnie Walton and Tango. Between the two of them, they'll know what to do."

"I think that's very wise."