4. Chapter Four

Chapter Four

It was five full minutes of explaining, with Binx chiming in, but once he was through, Lonnie smiled. "You met Binxie at the most perfect time you could have met him."

Binx giggled and confessed, "I am the supreme authority on hijinks, my Sirs tell me."

"He is," Lonnie agreed. "I get you want to do this, but Selestino, really, your parents are just worried about you. If my kids wanted to go where a serial killer was running around, I'd lock them in a closet."

Sel knew he wouldn't get anywhere with Lonnie, being Lonnie was a father, but Binx came to his rescue. "Lon, we've done a lot of stuff. We've had a lot of problems here. You never shrunk from trouble. In fact, you ran into it, remember?"

"Binx…"

"Wait, wait," Sel said, waving both hands. "What trouble?"

Before Lonnie could hush him, Binx told their story. "When Lonnie and Travis first got together, Travis's father freaked. He hated that his big, brawny son was gay. He tried a lot to break them up, then he tried to kill Lonnie. Shoot, the entire town. He had a guy plant a bomb in the local diner."

"Wait, that diner we passed to get here?"

"Sure. The Dyn-O-Mite Cafe. They renamed it when they rebuilt it. Lonnie found the bomb, got everyone out of there as he ran with it to the walk-in freezer. He barely got it inside before it blew. Lonnie almost didn't make it," he said with tears in his eyes.

"Lonnie, that's terrible."

"I almost died a few times. I get it. I get not wanting to be stuck, protected, watched over like…like you're a child, but as the father of children now, I see what I put my family through. My Uncle Dennis still worries over me as much as I worry over my kids."

"I swear to you, to you both, I'm not going there to hunt this guy down and corner him. I'm going to learn from my uncle, see how a business can be built from the ground up. I know I'll still be watched over, maybe worse, but I feel like if I don't do this I'll go crazy."

Binx set his hand over Lonnie's. "Maybe just for a couple weeks, if anything? Who knows? He might be bored to death there after a week."

"Let me call Dante. Maybe we can do this without the sneaking around."

Dante set his phone back in his pocket as Blaine sat down on the couch next to him, that tablet of his clutched tightly in his fist. "Now, can I show you the samples for the flooring in the hall?"

"Don't you want to know what Tony and Selena said?"

"I know what they said. They're forcing you to watch his every move and not to ever let him out of your sight. Which, of course, will be impossible, but you promised anyway, and somehow think you can pull it off."

"How the hell did you know that?"

"I have been with this family for long enough to know you and your brother cave to the people you love the most. I have you wrapped around my fingers, but Sel does too, and he has his parents wrapped as well."

"Smart ass."

Blaine set the tablet on Dante's lap and said, "Pick."

Dante loved the stuff. Decorating a house was like choosing a wardrobe for his home. He looked seriously at the samples, then chose three he liked and used the software Blaine had gotten to place it in pictures of their actual hallway. "First, why not match the hall to the living and dining room?"

"Tile in the dining room and kitchen, Dante. It could match the living room, I suppose, when I decide what to place in the living room."

Dante looked at each in the hall and chose the teak. "That is light, like the walls, and you said you wanted a clear coat on the pine and oak furniture. They are light woods."

"I haven't decided on the furniture."

Dante sighed in frustration. "My darling, you chose the wood for the furniture yesterday."

"I've since changed my mind, my love."

Their arguments were fraught with sweet endearments. "Beautiful Blaine, love of my entire life, how can I choose a wood for the floors when you've yet to select the wood for the furniture?"

"Maybe, darling , I'm trying to match the furniture to the flooring."

Blaine blinked his blue eyes sweetly as he stared at his husband, and Dante relented. "Why didn't you just say so?"

"Because, dearest, when we argue, you get hot and when you get hot, you blow my mind with the hottest sex."

Dante busted out laughing, and grabbed Blaine tenderly around the neck, kissing his temple. "You're terrible, you know that?"

"And you love me."

"Yes, I surely do."

Dante's phone went off at the exact moment he was about to order Blaine to the bedroom. "I swear, it never ends."

"I need to get laid, so hurry whoever it is up, and meet me in the bedroom. It's only three steps from here," he quipped, nodding to the trailer's bedroom.

As Blaine got up, Dante stared at his phone to see the person calling, and then he laughed. He answered, "Lonnie Walton, how the hell are you?"

"I'm good, Dante. I've just met your nephew, and really, I must say, he's more like your twin. He uses his good looks and smooth reasoning to get his own way."

Dante laughed at that. "I've taught him well. Let me guess, you're calling to talk me into letting him come for a visit to Montana?"

"You read minds too. Nice to know."

"I've just spoken to his parents. They're okaying it with about a hundred conditions."

Lonnie sighed, "Good. I didn't want to have to give you the entire speech. Binx is also asking that my husband and I accompany him to the ranch as well, to check it out with him, Nathan, and Mark."

"I'd love it. Maybe you can help figure things out about this asshole who was terrorizing us last year."

"That's the plan. Who is your head of security?"

Always the cop. That was Lonnie Lane Walton. When he'd first met the man, he was trying to get his cousin, Brett, out of prison for a crime his sister had perpetrated and got Brett blamed for it. Blood is blood, but Dante still didn't care for Brett's sister, reformed or not.

Lonnie was in the Denver Police Department back then, and though Dante didn't much like the police, Lonnie bent the rules enough that they could see eye to eye on things. "A great guy named Tango. Tango and one of his partners, Jace, said they knew a few of your friends from Denver. Brian Lauder being one of them."

"Yes, Brian worked with a man that is a close friend of Jace's, and our little friend, Xen, did the mural for Cowpokes in Colorado."

Dante nodded, "I've seen it. It's remarkable, and I'd love to have him here to make a mural for this one as well. Maybe you can put a bug in his husband's ear for me, put in a good word?"

Lonnie laughed quietly, but enough that Dante heard. "Worried he won't like Xen around a bunch of men in…your line of business?"

"Something like that."

"I'll speak to them tomorrow. When are we heading up to see you?"

"Whenever you can get here. Private plane to Billings, and then right to us in a helicopter. One of the first things built in my compound was a helipad. It's quite the drive to us if you wanted to take a car. See you soon, Detective Walton."

"It's sheriff now, Dante. And I don't care for jurisdiction much, so watch your step around me."

Dante nodded, "Yes, Sheriff. See you soon."

After he ended the call, he set his phone on mute and got up, heading the few steps to the bedroom. Once he slid the door into the wall, he started laughing darkly, his eyes taking in the heavenly sight of his husband's long, lean, naked body on the bed. Naked except for the gold and diamond collar he always wore.

"What took you so long?"

"I'll tell you later. Right now, I need in that ass."

"So romantic."

As Dante took off the jacket of his white casual suit, he lost his smile. "I'll give you romance later, all you can choke down, Blaine. Right now, I need to fuck you, hard, and maybe slap that pretty little ass of yours."

"Yes, Master," Blaine purred as he turned over onto his stomach lazily, then slowly moved so he was on his knees and elbows, legs spread just enough to keep him balanced.

When he shook that beautiful, tiny ass of his, Dante's cock jumped in his pants. "Blaine, you're asking for it."

"Begging, actually, Master."

Dante undressed at his own pace, making Blaine suffer for a little longer. As Blaine's face reddened while he watched Dante's leisurely striptease, Dante felt his dominance roar to life.

They hadn't always been this way. Sure, he loved the lifestyle, but Blaine had gone through so much when they'd first met, Dante didn't want to hurt him. Only tender touches to Blaine until Blaine fought him, screaming that he wasn't some fragile doll, he was a man and he wanted to be fucked like one.

From then on, their sex life had been anything except dull. They could kiss and touch for hours, still after fifteen years, and they could also fuck like they hated each other. All of it, no matter how rough and course, was done in love.

When his clothes were shed, Dante stood next to the bed, staring over the man that belonged completely to him. He'd never lost that awe, either. To have a man like Blaine, big heart, beautiful and sweet, loving him like he did. He was more than grateful. He was truly blessed.

He reached a hand out to Blaine's pale ass, letting his fingertips feather over his flesh, then he grabbed the fine globe, squeezing a little, warming his flesh for what was to come.

Gripping one and pulling it toward him, Dante peeked at the hole that was so perfect, pink and pretty, just like the man who owned it.

Dante ran a fingertip over it, making Blaine jump. "Now, BB, don't move."

"Sorry, Master," he purred, then let his head drop between his shoulders as he let out a series of pants.

The way he made Dante sweat, breath coming in harsh gasps, it felt like he'd explode if he wasn't inside his husband soon. But what was the fun in that?

Moving onto the bed, Dante started with a swipe of his tongue over Blaine's hole. Blaine didn't move voluntarily, but his muscles twitched. Dante's smile spread as he watched his ass twitching while Dante teased the hole with the tip of his tongue.

A little sound came from Blaine, then another as Dante's licking sped up. He was dying to groan loudly, letting the trailer shake with his sounds. Blaine's voice rose to octaves that were insanely high when he was in the middle of a good rim job. It was one of Dante's favorite sounds in the world.

Taking an ass cheek in each hand, Dante spread them apart, so he had a nice clear path to eat Blaine for as long as he wanted. And…he wanted.

Eating Blaine's ass was his favorite meal. As Dante dug in, Blaine dropped his head all the way to the bed and grabbed the pillow under him in his fists.

Dante caught that as he came up for air, but then, the second time, he caught his husband's toes curling. They'd made love a hundred thousand times, and Blaine never stopped showing his deep pleasure.

His sounds, his quaking body, his fist pounding the bed, he told Dante how much he loved sex with him without ever saying a word.

With his face wet with his own saliva, he came up for air the last time as his cock pulsed with need. He quickly got off the bed and went to the drawer to pull out the lube. That was when he caught Blaine's triumphant smile.

"You had this planned, didn't you?"

Blaine came back up to his elbows and admitted freely, "Yes, Master," in a voice so thick with sexual desire, he sounded like a different person.

"Getting your way, hmm?"

"Yes."

His eyes never left Dante's, and he was lifting his chin in defiance.

Of course he was.

Blaine knew Dante better than Dante knew himself. He'd been tense, stressed completely with the building of the resort.

Starting off too close to winter was his first mistake. Montana was as high north as Oregon, his old home base. He figured the winters would be similar. How wrong he was.

Then, of course, the killer on the loose. The retirement of one of his closest colleagues, Neil Harrison. Neil was back in LA with his husband, doing a little remote work until his replacement, Prince Rose, arrived in Montana from his trip to Italy with his new partner, Dex Monarco.

Computers were a fundamental part of his outside business and the resort.

Barry Monarco, Dex's cousin, was moving to Montana at long last, to be Dante's close advisor. For all the talk of Dante moving back and giving Antonio the full reign of the family, a lot of the relationships and businesses he'd joined were all his.

It was how he could afford the billion dollars to buy the property and the millions it was taking to build it.

Dante appreciated his husband's manipulation. One of the few things that could calm him was rough sex with Blaine.

After grabbing the lube, he stood right there, so Blaine could see as he lubed his cock generously. Blaine had the cutest way of trying to pretend he wasn't watching Dante, but hiding his nose behind his own shoulder while keeping his eyes wide open killed that subterfuge.

"Want that in you?"

"You know I do, Dante."

"Still such a slut for me. Addicted to my cock, huh?"

"And the rest of you doesn't hurt either," he said coyly before moving his eyes to Dante's mouth.

"Oh, you are a special little whore for me. Cock loving whore just for me. What will you do, Blaine, when fabulous looking men are all over this land?"

"Greet them, welcome them to the ranch, then come home to my husband, where I belong."

Dante purred inside when Blaine said shit like that. He pretended to be so submissive, but like he'd said earlier, Dante was wrapped so securely around his finger, he could call all the shots if he wanted.

Instead, he let Dante pretend to be the boss.

Dante moved behind him, pushed the crown of his cock against Blaine's hole. Blaine once again set his face on the bed, so his ass was there for the taking, and Dante took it, watching Blaine's hole spread and his cheeks clench.

When he started in after Blaine adjusted, Dante's head was thrown back, letting his body take over the act, his mind off for that little while. It was exactly what he'd needed, and of course, Blaine knew.

His mind took off on a wave of love and lust, flying through a black sea, sparks of electricity lighting his way. Clouds were light and nothing except sky-fluff in that space. Where just an hour ago, storm clouds filled with hail were hanging over him, with a little prodding from Blaine, he was flying through warm, comforting skies.

That was Blaine. He wasn't a port in a storm; he waved a magic glance, and the storm subsided. Dante knew without a doubt he'd have never done half of what he had in the family if Blaine wasn't holding him up and giving him a safe place to be free.

Banging into him wasn't only sex. Each time their bodies met, his mind and heart renewed. The problems were still there when the time with Blaine was over, but he was better able to tackle them.

When he shot his load, he did so deep in his husband's sweet hole, and he slapped his ass a good one to let him know he was finished.

"I don't get to come, do I?" Blaine asked in a huff.

"Not a fucking chance," he said, laughing. Then he relented a bit. "Okay, later, we can go again, and I'll blow your mind."

"Good. I can wait. Now, would you go get to work?"