“Know what?” Gavin asked, looking at him, all confused.
“That you’re mine.”
“I’m… what?” Gavin asked, releasing his grip on Marcus’s arm.
Marcus glared down at the boy. He wasn’t sure why he had said that. The only thing he knew was that he was feeling extremely pissed off that someone was hitting on his…
“Argh!” Marcus growled, not wanting to sit here and process what his heart and brain were trying to tell him.
Instead, he bent down and scooped Gavin up in his arms.
Gavin let out a yelp, clearly caught off guard by Marcus’s sudden response.
The next thing he knew, he was tossing Gavin over his shoulder and carrying him back to his motorcycle, caveman-style.
He ignored all the wide eyes and concerned faces as he stomped back to his bike.
“Hey! Put me down!” Gavin protested through giggles and laughs, slapping at his butt as he carried him through the festival and past all the confused spectators.
Smirking, Marcus couldn’t help the lightness he felt in his chest. He loved playing with the boy, and if this was what it took to keep his attention, Marcus would gladly carry Gavin over his shoulder for the rest of his life.
He continued to smack Marcus’s ass.
“Seriously? If those little love taps are supposed to hurt me in any way, you can save your energy. All I feel is a light breeze tapping against my ass,” Marcus mocked as he carried his five-foot-eight, one hundred and sixty pounds of nothingness through the festival and into the dirt parking lot.
“Argh! You’re such an—” Gavin started as he hung helplessly upside down.
“Incredible man? Super hot with big muscles and the biggest dick you have ever seen?” Marcus finished, giving the boy a smack on the ass of his own.
“You’re impossible.”
Marcus couldn’t help but smile. He was done fighting against the feelings growing in his chest.
27
MARCUS
Gavin let out a squeal as he threw open the front door, then darted upstairs, almost tripping over an excited puppy bouncing at his feet.
Marcus walked into the home, pulled out his cell, and dialed his brother.
“Don’t be watching the indoor cameras for the next… three or four hours.” He hung up without so much as a goodbye or waiting for a response.
Smirking, Marcus stalked up toward the primary bedroom, his cock rock solid behind his zipper.
He didn’t care anymore if this was appropriate or what others might think. Right now, he wanted to bury his face between those gorgeous ass cheeks, then shove his dick so deep inside them that he could feel the boy’s sternum.
“You better be ready by the time I get up there,”Marcus snarled, pulling off his shirt and tossing it onto the wood floor behind him.
Next, he undid his belt and popped open his jeans, just as he stepped into the bedroom.
Like a good little boy, Gavin lay naked on his stomach, waiting for Daddy to come and take out his vengeance.
“Mmm,” Marcus growled. “Now that’s the kind of greeting Daddy likes to see from his boy.”
“Dinner is served,” Gavin said softly, peeking at him from behind bent arms, his blue eyes glinting at him with a dangerously intoxicating charm.
Another growl escaped Marcus.
