35. Boston

CHAPTER 35

BOSTON

I woke up with Ford's hot erection pressed against the small of my back and his lips sealed around my earlobe. He reached around the front of me, tugging my cock with loose and sleepy flicks of his wrist.

"Please tell me you're awake now," he whispered after I'd groaned and stretched my legs toward the foot of the bed.

"I'm awake." My voice was rough and tired. "How long have you been at it like this?"

He dragged his lips from my ear to the thin and sensitive patch of skin just below.

"Long enough for this to show up," he whispered after a kiss, pushing his dick against me with more insistence than before.

"I think you always have one of those."

"When I'm around you, yes," he agreed, pumping his hips against me. "Will you let me fuck you one day, sweetheart? Let me bury myself so deep inside of you that it feels like home?"

I groaned, arching against him.

One of the first things I'd thought about when I propositioned Ford to teach me about sex had been what it would be like to get penetrated, but when it came time for us to "go all the way," he'd gotten on his back for me without any question. I absolutely loved topping him. I'd never felt more in control or necessary as I had when I pushed my cock into his body, and I imagined the feeling would have been much the same for him in reverse. But after a whole lifetime of being only with women who were happy to stay as far away from my ass as possible, the promise of that final step was more than a little daunting.

Ford released my cock and slid his hand up my stomach, fingers spreading as he reached for my nipples before settling his hold around my throat. It wasn't a strong grip, and I swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing against his palm.

"You don't have to be scared, Boston." He whispered the words into my ear and they sparked through my body like a firecracker being set off inside its packaging. "You just have to say yes and trust me to do the rest."

I closed my eyes, focusing on the hot press of his erection against my ass, the cool smear of precum against my skin as he slid his body against mine. I loved this man, loved him more than reason and by some stretch of coincidence, he loved me in return. I had put his cock in my mouth, swallowed his cum, I'd gotten on my knees for him more than once and I loved it. I really fucking loved it, and there was no reason for me to doubt that he'd make sure I loved the next piece of our relationship.

"Yes," I whispered, nodding to double up on my consent. "Yes, I want you to."

Ford growled in my ear, using his weight to roll me onto my stomach and notch himself between my spread thighs. His dick pushed against the tight, virgin ring of my ass, and I fisted the sheets to stop myself from fighting against him.

"I've got you, sweetheart."

He kissed the back of my neck, running his hands down the length of my arms and intertwining our fingers. I let go of the sheets and held on to him instead. Ford rutted against me until I started to fuck my own erection into the tangle of sheets beneath me, then he slowly released my hands and slid down my body. With his shoulders spreading my thighs wide, he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me open. It was exhilarating to be so exposed, and I breathed into the trust that Ford wasn't going to take things too far or too fast.

He blew out a soft breath and then licked a hot stripe from my hole to my balls. It was almost enough to make me come on the spot, and were it not for his hand bracketing hard against my hip to hold me down, I would have flown off the bed. His lips curved against the sensitive and untouched skin down there, and then he licked me again, applying a little more pressure against my hole.

There weren't words that existed in my understanding of the English language for me to describe how good it felt to have his mouth down there, so instead of trying, I closed my eyes and decided instead to let the sensations wash over me and sweep me away. Precum poured out of my cock, almost an orgasm's worth slicking a wet spot against Ford's sheets, and I arched my back, pressing my hole against his mouth, using my body to beg him for more.

Ford puckered his mouth against my asshole and speared his tongue inside of me. My balls lifted, high and tight against my body, and a burst of cum spurted out of my cock. The orgasm caught me off-guard, and Ford too, judging by the surprised noise he hummed that vibrated right up my spine. He shoved his tongue deeper into me, swirling it around as he French kissed my asshole until my cock had emptied itself and hung limp once again between my legs.

Pulling back the breath he exhaled, it sounded like a growl as his fingers still gripped hard into my ass.

"That felt so fucking good." I gasped for air, shoving my face into the pillow and groaning through the aftershocks of pleasure that rolled over me. "Holy shit."

"I didn't even get a finger inside of you," he said, voice thick with arousal. "I hope you have another one in you. Or two more at this rate."

My knees trembled, and I glanced over my shoulder in time to see him slide his middle finger out of his mouth with a wet pop. His eyes were nearly black, pupils wider and darker than I'd ever seen before.

"I'll find them for you," I whispered.

He grinned, returning to his place between my ass cheeks, this time adding his finger to the mix as he licked and sucked his way around my pucker. He traced his fingertip around my rim and then teased my entrance, pressing just the tip past the resistant ring of muscle that had already parted so readily for his tongue.

"Relax, sweetheart," Ford whispered, mouth still hot against my hole. "Let me make it good for you."

He eased his finger another inch deeper into me and, for the first time, my body reacted in agreement. Relaxing to make room for him, he slid another inch and another until his whole finger was inside me, his tongue and lips still kissing and licking and nibbling against my rim. A loud commotion from the main floor of the house startled me, my muscles clamping hard around him. Ford cursed under his breath and pulled away from me, taking his finger out entirely and tearing his mouth away. I whined, rolling onto my side to follow his stare out the bedroom door. My heart hammered against my ribs, and I already missed the feel of him between my ass cheeks.

"Is it Milo?" I asked, dropping my face into the pillows, the soft material wet with drool and sweat.

"If it was, I'm going to kill him." Ford climbed off the bed, grabbing his pajamas from the night before and sliding them up his legs to go investigate. "Don't move. I'll be right back."

He padded out of the bedroom barefoot with his cock sticking out of the hole in the front of his pajamas. I imagined it wasn't anything Milo hadn't seen before, and if it wasn't Milo, some intruder was about to get about nine inches more than they bargained for. Ford closed the bedroom door behind him, which felt like the sweetest gesture, but no more than two minutes had passed before I heard raised voices from the downstairs.

Worried, I jumped out of bed and ran to Ford's closet, yanking a pair of basketball shorts out of his dresser and hopping awkwardly into them as I headed for the door. The shorts were tight around my waist, a reminder of how slim he was, and the faded logo of his college team barely reached the middle of my thigh. I didn't think, didn't prepare, I only reacted, coming around the corner and down the stairs so quickly it took me a good thirty seconds to make sense of the sight in front of me.

The front door of Ford's house hung open, my messenger bag and soaking wet clothes from my arrival still piled in puddles in the entry. In the midst of the whole mess stood my brother, my dark pink cashmere scarf in his hand and a murderous look in his eye. He barely glanced my way, his glare beyond focused on Ford, who stood a few feet back with both of his hands raised in surrender.

"I told you not to fuck my brother, Ford." Kale seethed, giving the scarf a violent shake. "So, I would love to know why all his clothes are in your entryway and he's standing behind you in a pair of your fucking shorts ."

At my brother's indication, I entered the room and Ford's head snapped around toward me. His lips were drawn into a thin, tight line, the erection from minutes before long gone. I tilted my head to the side, intending my sad, half smile to serve as much of an apology as the situation would allow.

"Kale, calm down," I said, slowly closing the space between Ford and me until I was able to rest my hand against the small of his back. Ford's shoulders squared, then quickly softened. He didn't go as far as to lean into me, but the shift was subtle enough to have Kale blowing fire out of his ears. "My clothes are in his entryway because that's where Ford took them off of me."

"Jesus," Ford whispered under his breath. "Rip the bandage off, why don't you?"

"We talked about this," I reminded him.

"But we didn't have a plan."

"Are you…" Kale sputtered and raised his voice, flinging my scarf at Ford like he was a toddler having a tantrum over a broken toy. "Are you serious right now? I'm standing right here."

"Uninvited," Ford said, tilting his head to the side.

"Don't try to whittle me down with semantics."

Ford sighed. "I thought you were off with Christian. "

"So you decided to take advantage of my absence and sleep with my brother? And not that it matters, but I hopped on a plane to bring Christian home. We're home now. I'm home and so is my brother apparently."

"I'm also right here," I said, stepping alongside Ford and slicing my hand through the air, ready to cut my brother off at the knee before he got any more out of control. "I'm a whole adult, Kale. And I'm standing right here beside the man I love, feeling like I need to justify that to my brother because he's chosen this moment to come over unannounced and then be upset about the repercussions of his own actions."

"Don't try to turn this around on me, Boston." Kale's eyes were still furious. "How long as this been going on?"

"Long enough," I said.

I wished I'd gotten a shirt, but with Ford's spit running down the inside of my thigh I was reminded we were meant to be in bed, not having a showdown with my brother about the state of my clothes.

"Why are you here, Kale?" Ford sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face.

Behind Kale, the city reflected a pale gray and yellow across the sidewalk, that early morning, after the storm kind of glow. The rain must have stopped overnight, and we'd both slept right through it.

"Because you're my friend and I was worried about you," he snapped.

Ford licked his lips, rolling his eyes at the same time. "Why?"

"You weren't yourself on Friday. You haven't been for a while and…"

My brother trailed off, bracing his hands against his hips and drawing in a labored breath. He shook his head and turned his stare toward the floor, toward all of my clothes.

"And?" Ford prompted.

"And I went to bring Christian home, but I couldn't stop worrying that something was really wrong with you." Kale shook his head, dragging his tongue across the front of his teeth. "I tried calling you last night and you didn't answer, and I didn't want a repeat of how things went with Alex after Beamer left."

"Kale, come on." Ford took a step toward my brother, shrugging his shoulders helplessly. "Do you really think I'd?—"

"I don't know what I think!" Kale threw his arms in the air, letting his palms slap hard against his thighs. "I don't know what I thought. I just…didn't want to lose you and him. We flew back home and I found the spare key you gave me in my junk drawer and came over."

"I don't remember giving you a key."

"I know where you keep the spare, remember?"

Ford sighed. "We'll circle back to that later, but you haven't lost either of us, Kale. Alex was there at the club with us, almost back to his old self."

"But you weren't your normal self," Kale protested. "You didn't even take that guy home with you."

I sucked in a breath, swallowing down any argument my instinct said to throw between my brother and my boyfriend. This conversation now involved me, but it was squarely between the two of them.

"I paid him to sit there and pretend he was interested so you wouldn't harass me about not picking anyone up," Ford explained, throwing a frown over his shoulder in my direction .

"It's fine," I mouthed to him, and he turned back to Kale.

"That man went home with Brooks because I was in love with your brother then and I'm in love with him now. We just weren't ready to tell you yet."

"Why not?"

"Well, this is a good start, Kale." I gestured at the space between the three of us, the soiled clothes and all the hurt feelings.

"I told you anyone but my brother, Ford."

"And it's not up to you," Ford tossed back, shaking his head. "You're not the great fucking decider, Kale. It's not up to you to say where I can and cannot stick my dick."

Kale took a step toward Ford, hands flexing at his sides. "I absolutely do get a say when you're trying to put it inside my brother, you uppity little fuck boy."

"Alright." I sidestepped around Ford, coming between them and flattening my palms against their chests, pushing them apart. "That's enough of that."

"Boston, get out of the way," Kale warned.

I shoved Ford behind me and pivoted, knowing full well he could most likely take my brother in a fight, but my brother was getting mean and personal, and I wasn't going to entertain his attitude any longer.

"Stop it." I poked my finger into his chest, pushing him back toward the still open door. "Ford and I are together on this, and neither of us is going to speak to you until you're ready to act your age."

The venom in my tone must have triggered something because a hurt look flashed across my brother's face and he finally turned his stare away from Ford and onto me. He worked his jaw, swallowing a couple of times before blinking rapidly and shaking his head. If I didn't know better, I might believe he was on the verge of tears.

"You owe both of us an apology," I said.

"Like hell."

"Get out of my house, Kale." Ford's body was hot against my back, and he reached around, holding the door open to make sure there was room for Kale to see himself out. "If you ever speak to Boston like that again, it will be the last time."

"He's my brother," Kale said again, like if he uttered the words enough times, they would take on some new meaning that neither of us understood.

"You're my brother," I reminded him, "which is why you're still here and not on the other side of that threshold."

"You both lied to me," he whispered, shaking his head.

"I never lied." I scrubbed a hand down my face, leaning back against Ford's chest. The jetlag from the trip and the late night in bed had caught up to me, the adrenaline from Kale's outburst quickly wearing off and sucking the last of my energy.

"Your brother just got back from California last night," Ford said calmly. "He's tired, I'm tired, you're tired."

Kale opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it, letting Ford finish his thought. "We can talk about this when we've all had some rest, alright?"

My brother didn't say anything.

"Alright, Kale?" I pressed.

He swallowed again, stare darting between Ford and me, lingering on our bare chests, my messy hair, and the way Ford crowded behind me like a defensive lineman.

"Sure, brother." He took a step backward onto the porch. "Whatever you two say."