And then I see Gabe, because he’s wearing his glasses. Glasses. The man under me is not wearing glasses, because he doesn’t wear glasses.
I freeze on the spot, with my hand wrapped around Valak’s hard dick. Valak’s hand wrapped around my hand, squeezing tight, his hips punching forward involuntarily.
“Oh my god,” I squeak as I fumble to get my hand out of Valak’s pants. And when we both stand, me looking like a guilty shoplifter, and Valak looking like a fucking porn star with his tenting grey, wet sweats.
I grab my chest, thinking I’m going to actually go into cardiac arrest.
My eyes fly to Gabe, but he’s standing there, his whole body shaking as he slaps his leg laughing.
I lean over trying to breathe. “Not funny! I thought it was you! I thought you were playing a trick on me, and I was going to call you out.”
“By shoving your hands down my brother’s pants?” Gabe’s laughing so hard he starts wheezing. “That’s a little kinky, Len, but I kind of like it. And by the looks of it, Val liked it too. I mean look at that thing.”
And then in the distance a siren sounds, like a tornado siren. Exactly like one actually. The three of us stop fucking around before Valak leaps into action, sweeping me up in his arms and running. He tucks me under his arms as he expertly handles the bends of the path, avoiding trees, scrambling bugs and garden sculptures.
“Ares! Ares!” I call out a little frantically, nearly deafening Valak, but I can’t see my boy.
“He and Gabe are behind us. It’s okay, he’s okay,” he says, his voice low and deep, full of concern.
“Sorry about feeling you up, Valak, I really thought you were your brother,” I offer as he squeezes me tighter.
He waits a second before he answers. “Nah, my dick is way bigger than his. Gabriel’s been living in denial his whole life.” The vibration of his strained laughter gets drowned out by another wail of the siren, and the noise of something breaking behind us.
The wind gusts and the rain that was drizzling earlier comes down in buckets, drenching us. Another echoing crack of something bending under pressure, and I realise it’s probably one of the huge trees around Lincoln’s house.
“Holy crap, we’re going to die!” I hiss under my breath, my feet starting to kick out as I urge Valak to go faster.
“That’s a little over the top,” Valak answers back coolly, and I gasp, not realising he heard me. I was kind of talking to myself.
A leafy branch goes sailing over our head. And I can actually feel the wind gusting against Valak as he runs. The storm is coming on so quickly now. I go to peek over his shoulder but he kind of pushes me down with one hand.
“If you stop wiggling, Lennon, I can do a better job of rescuing you.”
“Rescuing me?”
“Well, you running around in your socks would have taken about ten times longer. We would have been lost in the storm.”
“I didn’t think you noticed.”
“Trust me. I noticed,” he growls, and I look up from my place in his arms. His focus is forward, though he risks a quick glance down.
“Are you sure we’re safe here? The house could fall down,” I ask, kind of relieved to be nearly inside again. Lincoln’s garden is getting hammered by the squalling winds, and the storm hasn’t even hit properly yet. Holy crap, it’s going to be carnage when it does.
“Once we get inside, Lincoln will activate the shutters over all windows and doors. The house has been built to withstand everything Mother Nature can throw at us. And it looks like she’s throwing a curveball today.”
We don’t use the same entrance as before, and I’m relieved that Lincoln and Noah are standing waiting for us, towels in hand.
“Are you hurt?” Noah rushes forward and plucks me out of Valak’s arms while Lincoln drops a towel around my shoulders.
“No, she’s not. She’s got socks on; I didn’t want her to slide or hurt her feet.” Valak growls. “I can watch a person without them getting hurt.”
“Let me have a look,” Noah says as he puts me on top of a table, ignoring Valak, but I immediately climb off and go back to the door to see where Ares is. And Gabe. Except of course, Ares and I nearly crash into each other.
“Len, duck,” Gabe shouts. And I drop down, pulling Ares with me as Gabe pretty much does a wide legged leap over the both of us because I stopped in the middle of the doorway.
“Everyone in?” Lincoln asks, and we all look at each other. “Just checking, give me a break. I’m dropping the shutters.” And he goes to click a button on a central control unit.
“You don’t want to pull the outdoor furniture in? I mean, don’t you have to do that?” I ask, climbing to my feet, getting ready to bolt out to help.
