Chapter Thirty

"Ye sss," Dante hissed in his ear as he pushed in for the second time. Blaine was panting sweetly with his cheek pressed to the mattress, eyelid almost closed. "Tell me, BB. Tell me you want my cock."

"Dante…want it. You know I want it!"

"I like hearing my little slut saying it, though. So tell me."

He held his cock halfway inside Blaine's hot ass and didn't move a muscle as he waited for Blaine's voice. As expected, as longed for, his voice made a chorus of noises as he struggled to get out the words. "P-please, Dante! Please, Master, I want it so badly! Give me your cock, please!"

Dante's entire being was fulfilled with those words coming through that voice. "Good BB."

When they first started to fuck in the trailer, the rocking of the entire home was distracting. The cabinet's banged if they weren't secure, the windows too, but after he'd grown used to it, there was another problem.

The dogs. Specifically Jasmine. She was Ming's daughter, and like Ming, was devoted to Blaine. A warrior, she was always on the ready to defend her human. Ming was old and content to let her daughter handle the work, and Buster was still too young to understand protection from playing. And Blaine spoiled him terribly so he'd likely never learn.

Jasmine, though also spoiled, had been taught by her mother that Blaine was special and needed constant watching over. While Dante reveled in that, knowing another set of eyes was watching over his precious husband, Jasmine had still not gained the knowledge of when to protect and whom to protect from.

Whenever they made love since moving into the small trailer, Jasmine lost it. She heard Blaine's moans, mistaking them for pain instead of the pleasure they were echoing. The scratching on the bedroom door was getting louder by the second and Dante finally gave up, pulling out of Blaine and rolling off to his side. "I'm done."

Instead of complaining, Blaine laughed. "She loves me."

"Well, I do too and when I'm trying to show some of that love, she is cockblocking me!"

Blaine's giggles were better than the sound of angels singing. "I'm sorry, my love. If it wasn't so cold, I'd make her stay outside."

"Not a chance with a murderer out there. If something happened to them, I'd never forgive myself."

It had been a month since they'd found the panic room under the farmhouse. Dante had watched the work moving slowly in the cold weather. It was moving forward, but not quickly enough. What else stalled was the search for Alex Brooks.

"What's that scowl?" Blaine asked as he traced a finger over the lines on Dante's forehead.

"I feel foolish for thinking we could have this place ready by June."

"Yeah, it's tight. What about August?"

"I hardly think anything will be ready even by then. We've barely been able to house the people that are here already. What…what a fool I've been."

"You had a dream and want it now. Sounds like you," Blaine said soothingly. "You're not great at having to wait for anything."

"Calling me spoiled?"

"Yes," Blaine whispered, then kissed his temple. "You're spoiled, I am. I'd love to have my beautiful home. I keep looking over Roland's plans and dreaming. And one day, it will be built, and we can lock out the dogs and they won't hear a thing we're doing. Neither will the kids that will be down the hall."

"I guess we're both anxious to live this new dream of ours."

Blaine turned to lie on his back as he stared at the ceiling. "You know what I see when I dream about this place?"

"What, BB?"

"I dream of all the faces. I dream of all their stories. There will be a thousand stories, Dante. There will be stories of love, stories of fighting, of being a cowboy, of suspense. Every kind of story is waiting for this place to be what it's going to be. And someone, maybe a bunch of someones, will tell those stories. And, Dante, we'll be a part of all of them, even if it's just a small part."

Dante heard Blaine's voice in the dim light, and it was like his dreams illuminated the room. Blaine glowed with his happiness, with the thoughts of those stories that could be started right there, in that piece of land that had given them nothing except trouble.

He didn't see the trouble. Sure, he knew about it, worried over the people that could be hurt, but he didn't doubt for a second that those dreams would come true. Not only Blaine's personal dreams, but those dreams he wanted to be a part of, if, like he said, only a small part.

Wanting the world to be happy, that was Blaine. Friends, enemies, all should be as happy as Blaine and Dante were. Blaine knew in his heart that if everyone had what they did, there would be no more war or conflict. The bliss would soothe everyone's frayed tempers and nerves.

"I will one day make you the king of the world, Blaine."

"I'll take it."

*****

Jace rolled off Tango when Tango called out his safeword. They weren't in a scene, and yet he'd called out for everything to stop. Roland sat up beside Tango, a hand on his chest. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Jace knew. "He's stressing out. You both are! Listen, when Burke left, I knew I should have sent you both with him, and now I'm kicking myself."

"I can't leave. We can't leave," Tango whined. "How will we ever open, with that man hanging over us?"

Jace brought him up, pulled him onto his outstretched legs and held him like a child, rocking him as he said, "Baby, I know. I know this is frustrating all of us, but you and Roland need to stop. You're both obsessed with the jobs you have here, and it's killing me to watch."

"Can't help it," he mumbled against Jace's bare chest.

Roland stared into Jace's eyes, and Jace saw regret in them. "I'm sorry, Jace. I know you're right. You've worried over us for months now. But…once these things are finished, we?"

"Will find more things to obsess over, Roland. I'm not angry with either of you. I get it. I've been obsessed too, even though my job hasn't technically begun. It won't until the resort is built, and I'm okay with that. The thing is, it's affecting more than your sleep, which neither of you gets more than a couple hours of. I found you at three in the morning already drinking coffee and whispering, thinking I wouldn't miss the both of you in the bed."

Tango kissed his chest and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"I am too, Jace."

"Don't be sorry. Just take better care of you. Burke, he said you two can stay with them for a few days, just to get away from here. Tango, there are a hundred men here now that can watch for Brooks. Everyone had a GPS tracker. Not one person has come up missing since we found his…lair. Please, guys, go visit our friends. Joel, Kanan, Theo, everyone would love to see you."

Tango looked over to Roland. "We could go. I could coordinate better with Burke, you could still make your plans and…"

"Okay. I'm in. How soon can we get to the airport?"

"I'll ask Dante if the helicopter can take you into Helena."

The two of them crawled all over him, kissing, touching and soon enough, Jace was back inside Tango, sliding in deep as Roland and he kissed. Yeah, sometimes it took letting go to bring men closer.

*****

Sneaking away to have quickies were seriously on Marius's nerves. They were stuck in a full house, and even at night, in their bedroom at the farmhouse, they could hear the others snoring, walking around, and it made them wary to do anything more than quiet couplings in the bed.

Each night after he'd come off the search for Alex, or helped with construction in the bitter cold, Marius wanted nothing more than to be with his men, make noise, listen to Ruben scream and watch Dallas beat him with a leather belt.

None of that was happening. In fact, they'd become so vanilla, the three of them, that they were all crabby.

Ruben almost bit his head off that morning when he'd asked for a second cup of coffee before the other bed started crowding into the kitchen. Then Dallas came in and left without a word.

So, Marius had a plan. There was a small barn apart from the others near the ranch proper. It held hay mostly, some tack, grain and whatever didn't fit in the main barn.

He took the keys for it from Dallas's office then spent the afternoon making it a getaway for them. The thoughts in his head made him hard while he worked, but that didn't hinder him in the least. No, he was ready for some love and his dick was showing its approval.

After dinner at the bunkhouse, so they could enjoy Vic's famous stuffed shells, they were ready to head home, but Marius suggested a detour. "Tango's leaving tomorrow," he told them as they walked in the icy evening. "He's put me in charge of security while he's gone. I already locked up most of the buildings around here and checked the cameras. I just have one more building to lock up."

Ruben grabbed his hand. "Maybe we can get in a quicky."

Dallas's low growl told how very much he hated that idea. "Another quicky. I know I said it was okay for those boys to stay at the house, but it's already getting old. Not one of them knows how to flush a damn toilet and if I find one more plate of food on that suede goddamn couch, I'm killing some mother fuckers."

"A houseful of men, and nowhere to fuck. Just my luck," he said, hoping he didn't sound too cheery.

The mood they were both in made it so it passed their attention.

The wind was picking up, which was lucky. That wind to anyone outside cut off their hearing of anything other than the gusts. Even if the men from the bunkhouse were to take a walk, which wasn't likely with the freezing temperatures, they'd hear nothing of what was happening in the barn.

When they reached the barn, Dallas said, "Ruben, go in with him and I'll watch out here while you two lock up."

"None of us alone, Dallas, that was your rule," Ruben reminded him.

Marius joined, "Yeah, Dallas. If you think you're gonna be out here alone, you're crazy."

"Fine, fuck. Just get the hell in there."

When they entered the barn, Marius watched them stop short, just steps from the door.

There were blankets laid over the floor and a few bales of hay that were pushed close together. On every surface he could find, he placed flameless candles. He almost fucked up and brought real ones until Blaine gave him some advice, and that was part of it.

There were three bags there, containing clothes, toys, and other implements needed for a night of kink. Marius set his Glock and his Sig Sauer by the bags, out of sight and hopefully unnecessary for the evening. Oh, he could barely contain his excitement. Dallas saw the bags and asked, "What's in those?"

"Oh, my dear man, a bunch of things. Why don't we talk a minute and then we can further surprise Ruben?"

"Hey," Ruben complained with his mouth hanging open. "Not fair."

"Ruby, baby, Dallas and me are both dominant men. Sure, I let him boss my fine ass around too, but of the three of us, you're the little subby wubby."

"Jesus, Marius," Dallas laughed.

"Subby wubby…" Ruben said, laughing. "You're awful."

"Go over there and strip down to nothing. I'm gonna confer with my fellow Dom."

"Great. Two of you. What the fuck was I thinking, going for two guys that want to boss me around and beat my ass. I'm about as smart as a slug crawling through a river of salt."

"Hush or you will be beat," Marius called to him, then said to Dallas, "Well, we're gonna beat him anyway."

Dallas grabbed his hair and pulled him in for a scorching kiss. "How'd you know we needed this?"

"We did? Here I thought we were just practicing for the upcoming kink club."

"That won't be done for another six months or so? Do we need that much practice?"

"Yes," he said simply while grinning like the devil he felt he was in that moment.

"Good call. We play with him a while then tease him by playing with each other."

Marius said, "You're reading my mind. Wait until you see the things I made and the things I've gotten ready for tonight. I think you'll be very pleased…Sir."

He got another kiss for that, along with a rough groping, Dallas grabbing his already hard cock through his jeans. "Goddamn, I love when you call me that."

"I'll remember that."

Ruben strolled to them once they started back to the area Marius prepared. Like a lynx, he walked gracefully but purposely to them, his hip swaying, his eyes staring deadly into Marius's then Dallas's.

"What are you doing to me?"

Dallas grabbed his chin and squeezed. "You'll see when we're ready for you to see. In fact, for now, why don't you get on all fours on the floor blanket, here and stare only at the hay? Let us get set up for you while you're behaving yourself for once."

"But, Dallas, I?"

Marius had moved behind him and then slapped a hand over Ruben's mouth. "I think you best do what you're told, boy."

Mumbling the entire time, he got on all fours on the blanket on the floor and faced away from them, but when Marius saw him shaking his ass, he stifled laughter. "Little fucker."

"Yeah, he's asking for it."

"All out tonight. We need this," Marius whispered to him, caressing his cheek tenderly. "You're…exhausted and you need this more than any of us, babe."

"I really can't wait for that club. I want to show the two of you off properly."

Marius loved that. Dallas was proud of him, loved him and Ruben fiercely. In fact, it was no longer a question if they were going to live together. Dallas had told them the previous week to move their shit into the house once and for all and to shut up about it. Dallas's surly way of asking for them to share his life. They didn't blink, but agreed with goofy grins on their faces.

Dallas nodded beside him. "Go get your surprises set up and I'll watch him. Make sure he doesn't start looking around."

"Got it."

Setting it up, Marius smiled through the entire chore. He took out the things he'd made, the things he'd bought and had delivered until Dallas came over to look. "What the fuck is that?" He asked as he pointed to the bit and bridle.

"I would have thought that would be the one thing you'd understand."

"I've seen bits and bridles," he said in a low whisper, checking over his shoulder to assure Ruben couldn't hear. "It's the…thing on the bit that's perplexin' me."

"The little dildo? Brilliant, I know. But just that rubber bit didn't seem like enough, so I thought I'd make him a pacifier."

"You're a sick puppy, Dimples."

When everything was laid out for Dallas's perusal, Marius went to Ruben and got him on his feet. "Come here, baby."

Ruben cast a nasty look in his direction just as they heard Dallas hammering something off where they couldn't see. "What's he doing?"

"Nothing you need to be concerned with, Ruben. Now, stop pouting. You're about to get the ride of your life, cowboy."

"That's the first time you called me that. You say it to Dallas all the time."

"Oh? Well, you're one too, ya know."

"Sometimes I think that you forget that."

Running his knuckles along Ruben's jaw, staring into his eyes that were filled with longing, Marius whispered, "I never forget that. Whenever I close my eyes, baby, I see you riding your horse through that herd of cattle to beat hell, throwing that rope, standing in the stirrups…goddamned beautiful sight. I know what you can do. I know what you do, and you know what I do. Still, we're both crawling for a man that loves us. And…this shouldn't have to be said, we are in love too."

"I am, you know. I'm a cowboy totally spun on a mafia dude."

"Wiseguy, you little shit."

"Whatever," he said, laughing as he rolled his eyes.

"You really need a beating."

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Ready," they heard Dallas calling.

"Oh, Ruben, this is gonna be a night you'll never forget."