CHAPTER 1
The only bad thing about vacations is that they always end too soon, Brian said to himself, stretching in his chair behind the counter, arms above his head. Especially when said vacation is spent in such breathtaking scenery, at your family’s castle or your cousin’s racehorse farm, he continued his trail of thought.
Luca willingly going with Ottavio—the price The Council’s declared enemy asked for letting the head of the Rinaldi house live—cast a shadow over Brian and his family’s first visit to Castello Cavallieri, a year before. Things were very different this time, all the beautiful moments the adults and children alike experienced replacing the painful memories from a year earlier.
We should do this every year, Brian thought, smiling; it would be a great way for all the family and our friends to be under one roof at the same time, doing fun things together or just chilling out in one another’s company, the librarian continued his internal monologue, making a mental note to tell his brothers and their husbands about his idea.
Two months passed since they came back from Sicily, and Brian already wished he was there again. He loved his work, but lately, it was too much, even for him. Jamie, the assistant librarian, took a couple of weeks off, too, so he had to cover all the shifts, but didn’t complain; the poor thing needed that, it wasthe first time they went on vacation in the three years since they worked at The Base.
Your bones are getting old, Brian, the man said to himself, huffing out a short laugh. A while ago, you would have protested and whined if Doc Alasdair would have told you to take a few days off, and now, you’d be grateful if he did. You’d shock the hell out of him with how easy you’d accept to stay at home.
Brian let out a long sigh; he knew there wasn’t anything wrong with him physically. The burden weighing him down was on his mind. With Oisin’s and Bailey’s pregnancies now in advanced stages, his worries had worries, like Bart often liked to say. The two were relaxed and couldn’t wait to welcome their babies into the world, but he thought about everything that could go wrong during the pregnancy and even after birth.
Suddenly, an idea crossed Brian’s mind, making him smile; a weekend at Reardon’s, with the whole bunch, was exactly what he needed to recharge his energy and forget about all the worries, at least for a while. The librarian remembered his brother-in-law and best friend told him a few days earlier about the circle of protective spells, which helped the body and soul heal, he put around his house and inside every room.
With the thought fresh in his mind, Brian took his phone from the desk and dialed Reardon’s number. The man answered right away, like he was expecting that call, and, when the librarian started talking. He cut him short by saying he intended to call him later that afternoon to invite them over. As always, the demon turned Irish Mafia leader said, Edwin would behappy to have his brothers, their husbands, and children, as guests.
Brian thanked Reardon, and would have loved to chat a bit more, but a group of children walked into the library, getting all his attention. The librarian ended the call, listened to the little ones, and brought the books each of them needed. Some of the kids stayed at the library and started to read, while others left, going to the dorms, where, they said, they could focus better.
With children, teachers, and other members of the staff coming, in search of a book or another, or to return the ones they borrowed, the time flew fast, and the work day finally ended. Getting behind the wheel, Brian drove home, a smile playing on his lips at the thought that he had the house all to himself; Bart messaged him a little earlier that he was on the way to Edward’s and Julien’s place, to take the kids to see their cousins and spend some quality time with them.
Once he arrived at his destination, Brian unlocked the front door, walked into the house, headed to the living-room, and, with a long sigh of satisfaction, plopped down on the couch, head tilted backwards. Some throw pillows were invitingly piled at one of the couch’s corners, tempting Brian to lay down with a yawn. Five minutes later, he was asleep, lightly snoring.
“Alright he's officially an old man.” Luca’s voice, tinged with amusement, reached the ears of the man on the couch, making him smile internally.
“I'll show you old man.” Brian grumbled, still a bit sleepy. “Just give me five minutes.”
“Your sub is right.” Bart flashed a cute grin in his husband’s direction. “You are still my Mafia Daddy.” He moaned seductively.
“Babe, did you have to get me hard?” Brian shifted, changing his position, his hard-on in plain sight.
“Oh, my, what have I done?” Bart swallowed hard and licked his lips. “Sorry, Daddy, I was naughty. I deserve spanking.” He continued, feigning repentance.
“Yeah, you do.” Brian rolled onto his back and crooked a finger. “Get over here brat.”
“Here I am.” Bart licked his lips and walked to the couch, swaying his hips. “Give it to me, Daddy.” He moaned again.
“Brat.” Brian growled. “I’m going to spank you for agreeing with Luca and moaning to get me riled up.”
“Yes, Daddy, keep talking.” Bart let out another deep, lustful moan. “Your voice is so deep and sexy...”
“Am I too late to the party?” Martino leaned against the doorway, his voice dripping with curiosity. “Is there something I can do to get a special invitation?”
“Actually, you came just in time to see this naughty brat called Bart getting spanked and then your husband submitting to me.”
“Oh, quite a show!” Martino exclaimed, clapping his hands in delight. “Gianluca is fed and fast asleep in the nursery, so we have time.”
“Good thing that the kids wanted to have a sleepover at Eddie’s and Julien’s, and, like the loving dad I am, I agreed.” Bart showed his teeth in a wide grin.
“Shut up bratty boy and let’s go upstairs; you’re in for the mother of all spankings.” Brian said in a deep, raspy voice. “And you, my pet, will be sorry for calling me old.” He thought for a moment. “I changed my mind; the playroom is more suitable for what we are going to do.”
Bart, Luca, and Martino nodded in understanding, all three of them following Brian down the stairs leading to the part of the basement where the playroom was set. With quick, almost frantic moves, the four got rid of their clothes, the sight of the others’ naked bodies doing quite a number on their southern regions.
Brian pointed to the spanking bench, and sternly ordered Bart to bend over it, which the other man did, buzzing in excitement and anticipation. As always, Luca climbed on the bed and got in the middle of it, in a submission pose, waiting for his Master to get in Dom mode and give him orders. Martino looked around the bed until he found the spot that offered him the best view to the scenes; this time, he decided to just watch the three engaged in pleasurable, delightful sexual activities.
Brian moved through the playroom with feline grace, stopping next to the spanking bench, where Bart was not-so-patiently waiting. He caressed his husband’s ass, lightly rubbed it, then gently smacked it before rubbing it again. The next smack came down harder, but not enough to hurt at all.
Rub, smack, rub smack. Bart quickly adjusted to the pattern Brian created, but he couldn’t anticipate the frequency and intensity of the slap. Each smack was harder than the one before, and in a different spot. Soon, the man’s ass started to throb and he let out a moan as the librarian’s hand slammed into the lower part of his ass.
