Chapter Nine

~ Scotty ~

I knew this was a long shot, but I had to try something. I wasn't about to go to my doom without a fight. I'd much rather marry Beck and escape with my father.

I growled when my phone call went to voice mail. I quickly left a message for Miles Cranston, my former frat brother, asking him to call me back as soon as possible. That it was urgent. Life or death.

That might have been a little extreme, but not by much.

The only other person I could think of to call was Jakue D'Amato, another frat brother. Jake had actually been a very big influence in my life. He had come from less than nothing and made himself into a millionaire with his own hard work. Jake was a man to be admired.

Luckily, I had his phone number, although I hadn't called it in years. As I dialed, I couldn't help but wonder if he would even remember who I was since I had been forced to leave the university before graduation.

"Hello?" asked a sleepy voice when the phone call was answer. "Who is this?"

I gulped, mentally crossing my fingers. "Jake, it's Maxwell Prescott."

Silence filled the line for a moment.

"Scotty?"

I blew out a breath of relief. "Yeah, it's Scotty."

"Do you know what time it is?"

I quickly calculated the time difference from Texas to New York City. "Late?"

Jake snorted. "Yeah, I'd say so."

"Well, I am sorry for calling so late, but it's kind of an emergency."

I heard a bit of rustling and then Jake whispering, "Go back to sleep, baby." A couple of minutes later, Jake said, "What's going on, Scotty."

"I need your help."

"You have it," Jake answered without hesitation.

"Aren't you even going to ask why before saying that?"

"You're my frat brother," Jake said. "I trust you."

And that would be why Jake was a man to be admired.

"In a nut shell, I'm being forced to marry a woman picked out by my bitch of a stepmother. If I don't she's going to send my father to a rest facility that probably doubles as a horror house and he'll die."

Beck cleared his throat. When I glanced at him, he had one eyebrow raised. "Oh yeah, the woman I am being forced to marry is the sister of the man I really want to marry. I'm gay. My stepmother knows it. She doesn't care. She just wants me under her thumb."

Beck smiled, telling me that I had interpreted his look correctly.

"Man." Jake chuckled ruefully. "What is it about evil parents and sisters?"

Uh...

"My husband, Jai, his parents sold him to me and a mobster to pay for his sister's dreams of being a model. When that didn't pan out, the sister tried to get her hooks into me so she could drain my bank account."

My eye twitched.

"Okay, so what do you need from me?" Jake asked.

My relief almost took me to my knees. "I need out of this, but I need to take my father with me. My stepmother only allows me to see him every Sunday, and that's only if I do everything she wants. She's got me by the balls, Jake."

"Is your father currently in any danger?"

"As long as Cynthia thinks I am under her thumb, I don't think so, but I really don't want to marry this girl, Jake. I just met her tonight when I was informed we were engaged. I've been dating her brother for two months. I'd rather marry him."

"While that always is an option—"

"We actually think that is a good option. If I marry Beck, they can't force me to marry Julia. I just worry what Cynthia will do to my father after that. I offered to let her keep Prescott Textiles if she gave me my father, but she told me she prefers to keep me under her thumb."

"What the fuck? She actually said that?"

"She said it brought her joy to squish me under her feet."

"What a bitch."

Yeah, pretty much.

"Look, let me talk to Miles and Joe in the morning, see what they suggest. I'm pretty sure what your stepmother is doing is against the law, but I want to get their opinion just to be sure."

"Okay, but we're on a time limit here. I've been ordered to have dinner with Julia every Sunday so we can get to know each other. If I don't, Cynthia won't let me see my father. Our engagement party is also in six weeks so I'd like to have a plan in place by then."

"Can I call you back at this number?" Jake asked.

"Yes, of course."

"Okay, I'll call you back in the morning as soon as I talk to them. If you can think of anything else, write it down and we'll discuss it when I call."

"I did leave a message on Miles' phone."

"Yeah, he told me about that, but you never called back."

"No, I mean tonight. Before I called you, I called Miles, but he didn't answer."

"He has a rule about shutting off his phone once he gets home so he can spend time with Sam."

"Sam?"

"Miles' husband."

Miles was married, too?

"Man, I missed a lot."

"You have." Jake chuckled. "Miles, Joe, and I are all married. Oh, and Alejandro is married. He came back to town a few months ago. Even Lucas is married now."

I squinted in concentration. "I thought Alejandro's grandfather said he'd never be allowed back in New York."

"He lied, but nothing new there. Luckily for Alejandro and his new husband, that bastard is dead and buried. Alejandro is running a security company now."

My eyebrows lifted. "A real one?"

"Totally legit."

"Huh." Weirder things had happened, I suppose. Learning that my frat brother Alejandro had gone legit was near the top, though. He'd been born and raised in the mafia.

"Don't get me wrong, he still controls Brooklyn, but the security company is legit."

That made more sense.

"His husband, though, he's a trip. Delancy knows more about—Hot damn, Delancy. I've got to go, Scotty. I just thought of someone that might be able to help us rescue your father."

"Oh, okay."

"Keep your phone handy in case I have questions."

"Will do, and thank you, Jake."

"It's what frat brothers do, man. You know that."

"Yeah, but thank you anyway."

"I call you as soon as I know something." Jake hung up before I could thank him again.

I drew in the first clear breath I'd had since this evening had started and turned to look at Beck and Chelsea. "Jake is going to call someone that might be able to help and call me back."

"He can help?" Beck asked.

"He's going to try." Jake's trying was better than most people's doing. "If anyone can do it, Jake can. He has a lot of connections."

Not all of them legal apparently.

"So, now what?" Beck asked. "Are we just supposed to sit here and wait for your friend to call us back or...?" He shrugged as if he didn't know what else to say.

"We should probably get some rest," Chelsea said. "I know tonight has been a total shit show, but tomorrow doesn't care."

That was true enough.

"Come on, baby." I grabbed Beck's hand and pulled him to his feet. "Let's get some rest."

"We're staying here tonight?"

"Yeah." I didn't really want to be away from Beck right now.

I led him down the hallway to the guest bedroom we used when we stayed here. Considering Beck paid rent on the place, it really was our bedroom, even if it wasn't our apartment.

I pulled him into the room and shut the door behind us before turning and drawing Beck into my arms. "We really haven't had the chance to talk about us."

Beck's face flushed red before he dropped his eyes. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. I just—"

"Hey." I placed a finger under Beck's chin and raised his face up until he looked at me. "Did I say I had a problem with it?"

"No, but—"

"We both knew this was where we were headed. Yes, it's fast, but that doesn't change the way we feel about each other."

"I do love you," Beck said. "I wasn't lying about that or saying it just so you won't marry my sister."

I'm pretty sure my smile rivaled the sun. "I love you, too, Beck, and I'm not just saying that because I don't want to marry your sister."

Beck's chuckle was low and quiet, but it was there.

"I hadn't started thinking in terms of marriage yet, but I had thought in terms of us being exclusive with each other and letting our relationship progress from there."

I stroked my hand down the side of Beck's face, taking him in. "Marriage doesn't sound that bad, though. I could see myself spending the rest of my life with you."

It would be easy.

"You're handsome, smart, funny, kind." I smirked when Beck's mouth dropped open. "I could go on."

Beck snickered. "You don't need to."

"I'm not against the idea of marrying you, Beck, but you need to know I come with a lot of baggage. My father will always be in my life, and that means Cynthia will, too."

"Unless we can get your father away from Cynthia," Beck countered. "Wouldn't it be nicer if we could rescue your father and take him away somewhere she can never find us and we don't have to live our lives in the shadows?"

"Well, yeah, but—"

Beck pressed a finger to my lips. "But nothing. If we need to make plans to save you from my sister, why don't we include plans for our escape at the same time? It might be the only way to get away from her."

My brow crinkled as I frowned. "You'd do that? You'd give up your life here to run away with me?"

"What life?" beck asked. "I can't even walk down the street with you unless we have Chelsea with us. I certainly can't hold your hand or kiss you in public. I can't let anyone know that you belong to me."

He wasn't lying.

"But where would we go?" I asked.

"That's the planning part of this because I don't know. I've lived here my entire life."

"I haven't." The beginnings of an idea came to life in my mind. "I lived in New York City for awhile when I attended the university. In fact, several of my friends still live there, so if we went to New York we wouldn't be without connections."

"New York sounds interesting."

My breath caught at the earnest look in Beck's eyes. "So, if we can come up with a plan, you'll go with me?"

Beck's smirk was a delight, but his words even more so. "Only if you marry me first."

"I'll marry you, baby." I'd be stupid not to. "But only because I love you, not to save me from your sister."

Beck's whimper ripped away all of my hard-fought control. With that one lusty little sound, every thought I had evaporated, and all I could think about was sinking my cock deep into Beck's sweet ass.

It took mere moments to strip Beck out of his clothes. Once he was naked, I laid him down on the bed and stood back to stare down at him, awed beyond words by the miracle in front of me. I couldn't believe this gorgeous man loved me.

It was like a dream.

"You are so damn sexy, Beck." Stunning didn't even begin to describe the picture I saw staring up at me with those dark brown eyes fueled by heat and need. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I promise to make you the happiest man alive."

Beck just smiled, but it looked like a happy smile.

I kicked my shoes and pants off, whipped my shirt over my head, and then stood there just as naked as Beck. My chest puffed out when his breath caught and his eyes dilated.

I knew I was considered a good looking man by many. I stood at an impressive six foot three inches tall in my bare feet with two hundred and fifteen pounds of muscles covered in golden tanned skin and a fine covering of brown hair.

I didn't hold a candle to Beck.

I dropped down to my knees and licked a line up Beck's calf to the underside of his knee. The groan that filled the air accompanied the shudder I felt against my tongue. Grinning, I leaned in and licked another path from the underside of Beck's knee to the soft tender area where his thigh met his body.

Beck's hard cock shook as if waving at me, begging for attention. I ignored the beautiful thick shaft and moved on, stroking my tongue over the quivering flesh of Beck's abdomen. I paid special attention to the heated skin just above Beck's bellybutton and down around his sides.

It seemed more sensitive than the rest.

Or so I thought until I reached the beautiful brown disks at the top of Beck's chest. One flick of my tongue and Beck's entire body went bowstring tight. His needy cries were music to my ears, making my cock as hard as steel, and spurring me on.

I wanted to hear more.

I teased a taut nipple with my tongue until it pebbled into rock. A gentle nip with my teeth and I was given a gift I'd never forget. Beck's eyes rolled back in his head. Ropes of pearly white cream shot up into the air as Beck's long wail ripped through the room.

"That's it, baby." I wrapped my hand around Beck's cock and gave it a few more strokes, milking every last spurt of cum out of him. "I want it all, Beck, every last drop."

I got another spurt before Beck shuddered.

I grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and poured a liberal amount out on my fingers. After sitting back on my knees, I lifted Beck's ass up onto my thighs. The man's legs spread wide, giving me a perfect view of the twinkling little rosette I was after.

My heart pounded a little faster in my chest as I slid my slick fingers down the crack of Beck's ass until I reached the man's tight entrance. The taut skin fluttered at my tentative touch. I circled the pinkish flesh, watching as the tight ring of muscles contracted.

My throat grew thick with desire as I gently pushed one finger in. The lump in my throat grew bigger when my finger was swallowed up to the knuckle as if by some unseen force.

I knew my voice was hoarse when I spoke, but I couldn't seem to help it. "You are so perfect, Beck." My dream man was displayed right before me, ready and waiting. "I'm never letting you go."

"Yesss," Beck hissed, but I didn't know if he was agreeing with what he had said or excited about the second finger I sank into his ass.

I wasn't sure it mattered.

I scissored my fingers back and forth, stretching Beck out to receive me. I would die before I harmed a hair on Beck's beautiful head, even when it came to sex.

By the time I was comfortable sliding a third finger into Beck's ass, the man's cock had come back to life. It swayed gently with Beck's movements as he humped the air.

Watching my fingers move in and out of Beck's tight opening, and knowing in just a scant few moments, that that tight ring of muscles was going to be squeezing my cock, brought me to the edge of orgasm...and before I had even done anything.

This was going to be the shortest bout of sex in the history of sex. My control was shredded by each moan of pleasure, each wiggle of Beck's slim hips. I knew if I didn't get my cock inside of Beck in the next few breaths, I was going to come all over the man.

Not a bad thing, but not what I wanted at this time.

I pulled my fingers free and then grabbed a condom and the bottle of lube. I rolled the condom down my aching shaft and then dribbled a little more lube down the crack of Beck's ass. I made sure to spread a liberal amount on my cock.

After wiping my fingers on my discarded shirt, I leaned up over him. I settled down on Beck, resting on my elbows. Lifting one hand, I brushed the sweaty hair back from Beck's flushed face.

"Are you ready for me?" I asked.

As aroused as Beck was, his emerald eyes were still clear as day as he replied, "Yes."

Sweeter words had never been spoken.

I slid one arm under Beck's thigh. I slid my other hand down and wrapped my fingers around my aching erection, fitting the head of my cock up against Beck's tight entrance.

Keeping my eyes locked with Beck's, I flexed my hips and began pushing in. Even stretched, the fit was still tight. By the time I felt the head of my cock pop past Beck's tight ring of muscles, I felt as if my cock was being strangled.

"So tight," I groaned.

I leaned down and pressed my mouth to Beck's as I drove my cock in to the hilt. Beck's cry was muffled beneath my lips. A sense of urgency drove me as I began moving, drawing my cock out and then thrusting back inside Beck's tight ass.

I drove my cock harder and harder into Beck, brushing across his prostate with every thrust of my hips. I held him in place with the force of my hips, demanding Beck's surrender as I thrust into him over and over again.

"Scotty!" Beck cried out. His eyes widened in stunned silence for a second before his orgasm hit, and he screamed, his seed splashing between us.

As Beck went boneless and sank back against the blanket, my thrusts increased. A deep rumble came from my chest as I rammed my cock harder and harder into Beck.

I continued to grip Beck's hips as I thrust once, twice, and then shuddered. I tossed my head back and roared as I exploded inside of Beck's ass. I was frozen in time and space as I found my pleasure, and felt my balls emptying as endless spurts of cum filled his ass.

I dropped down on top of him, rolling us to our sides. As much as I hated it, I pulled out of him so I could dispose of the condom, but I was right back, cuddling up against him.

"I love you, Beck."

Beck's hand came back to pat the side of my face. "I love you, Scotty."

Nothing else really needed to be said.