“Yup. If I’m not here, Caleb will be.” Everett found Caleb’s hand and wove their fingers together. “Bo and Penelope are doing great—we had a big, stressful day today, but they handled it like champs, and I couldn’t be more proud of them.”
“A stressful day?” Gage asked, worried. “What’s going on?”
“Just… lots of unexpected surprises.” From Everett’s position, he was treated to a view of Caleb and Jayne, who lay side by side, but weren’t snuggled up. Caleb, shameless as ever, joked and flirted with Jayne, and Jayne, who looked exhausted but no longer like the walking dead, smiled and flirted back. A sudden, irresistible desire stirred in Everett’s groin at the sight of them—he wanted to see Caleb kiss Jayne, and for Jayne to melt into Caleb’s touch in return. “Some better than others.”
“Oh, well, okay. I should probably let you go. I’ll see you soon and we can talk about what happened in person.”
“Yeah, of course.” Everett was only half-listening—now that he’d noticed Caleb and Jayne, his thoughts were elsewhere. “See you soon.”
“See ya!”
The call ended, but Everett remained where he was for a while, observing the way Caleb looked at Jayne. There’d always been emotional distance between themselves and their third, and Caleb in particular had always insisted it stay that way, but looking at his face now, Everett was beginning to think that wasn’t the case anymore.
“Our brothers on their way over?” Caleb asked after a short while. He rolled his head to the side and lifted it slightly to give Everett his undivided attention.
“Yeah.” Everett squeezed his hand. “We’ve got about an hour until they show up, depending on traffic. Before then, do you think you and I could have a talk?”
“Yup.” Caleb yawned dramatically. “It’s a good thing you asked—the kids wouldn’t be the only ones napping if we stayed here any longer.”
“Really?” Jayne sat up and stretched. “On the kitchen floor?”
“What can I say?” Caleb asked with a shrug and a wicked grin. “I like it stiff.”
18
Caleb
The door was barely closed before Everett grabbed Caleb by the shoulders and shoved him deeper into the room. Caleb, startled by Everett’s aggressiveness, stumbled back. His thighs hit the edge of the mattress, but before he could topple over, he snagged the bedpost and pulled himself back up.
What was Everett’s deal? Was he pissed about Jayne? One minute things had been fine—great, even—and the next, Everett was on him like Caleb had eaten the last slice of cake and replaced it with a picture of himself eating it with a note attached reading, “Haha, fuck you.”
“Everett?” Caleb asked, more concerned than angry. “What’s going—”
Everett didn’t give him a chance to finish his thought. Chest heaving, Everett grabbed Caleb by the front of his shirt, wrenched him from the post, and tossed him down onto the bed. Caleb considered himself brawny, but Everett had been working at his dad’s club for years, and he knew how to throw down with the best of them. Caleb never stood a chance. His ass hit the mattress, and before he could brace himself for what was to come next, Everett straddled his lap and crushed their lips together.
Caleb blinked in surprise, then closed his eyes and kissed Everett back fiercely. His cock, equally surprised, twitched and stirred, tenting the front of his pants. In response, Everett ground his ass on Caleb’s lap, pushing their groins together. He was every bit as hard as Caleb was, and fuck if it wasn’t hot.
“You,” Everett gasped against Caleb’s lips, grabbing a thick handful of hair and tugging. Pinpricks of pain speckled Caleb’s scalp, but quickly turned into pleasure. He growled in appreciation only for Everett to kiss it out of him, swallowing every sound Caleb made with his hungry mouth and plundering tongue. The kiss persisted for several jaw-aching seconds until Caleb felt startling pressure on his scalp and found his head jerked back. Everett had pulled his hair, forcing their lips apart. His savagery made Caleb want him more than ever. “Fucking,” Everett uttered, his voice starved for breath. He attacked Caleb’s mouth again while working his hips like he was riding Caleb’s dick. More pressure. This time, Caleb was expecting it. He let his head be wrenched back and was instantly rewarded for his compliance—Everett nipped at his neck, then kissed his way up to Caleb’s jaw, all the while rocking on Caleb’s lap like Caleb was inside him. The last words he spoke ghosted along Caleb’s jaw. “Drive mewild.”
Less stunned by what was happening with each passing moment, Caleb found the clarity of mind to grab onto Everett’s hips and push him down better onto his dick. What he wouldn’t have given to tear Everett’s pants off and sink into him—to watch Everett ride him until they were sticky, exhausted messes. Caleb bit the inside of his lip, his heart hammering against his ribs. If he didn’t get control of himself soon, he was going to come.
“Oh, fuck yeah, I do,” Caleb uttered in response. He pushed up into Everett, fingers digging into Everett’s firm ass cheeks through the denim of his jeans. “Gonna fucking drive you wild all night long, fucking that tight ass of yours.”
Caleb had no idea what he’d done to drive Everett so crazy, but he wasn’t about to question a good thing. With the kids asleep and Jayne there to supervise them, Caleb and Everett could have the hottest quickie of their lives, then revisit Everett’s unbridled lust later that evening. It wasn’t often that Everett consented to being penetrated, but damn if he wasn’t riding Caleb like a cowboy at a rodeo. Caleb wouldn’t miss his shot.
“Mmph, you wish.” Everett kissed up Caleb’s jaw to the corner of his lips. Caleb tried to turn his head to catch Everett’s lips in full, but Everett’s grip on his hair tightened, locking him in place. “No matter how fucking hot you make me, I’m still not into it.” Everett’s free hand darted between their bodies, wrestling Caleb’s fly open. His fingers found their way inside. For once, Caleb wished he’d been wearing his underwear with the loose button—having Everett so close and yet having to wait for him to get past the final barrier separating them was torture. “I’ve got other plans, anyway.”
Other plans were good.
Everett pushed Caleb’s boxer-briefs aside and palmed his cock. Caleb opened his mouth in a silent moan.
Other plans wereverygood.
“Gonna make you come for me,” Everett uttered. He pushed Caleb’s head to the side and nibbled at the spot where his neck met his jaw. Caleb’s dick pulsed, and he almost lost control—between the insistence of Everett’s mouth and the way he was moving his hand, Caleb couldn’t help himself. “Gonna show you how much I fucking adore you.”
Everett pumped at a steady pace, allowing Caleb to thrust into his palm like the tight hole it had become. Pleasure surged through Caleb’s groin and dipped into his balls, tightening them as orgasm approached. When Everett got fired up like this, it never took long for him to come.
“Baby,” Caleb moaned. “Everett, baby, oh god.”
