Almost there.
We’d left the highway.
While Shay buried his face against my neck and sucked on my flesh, I glanced forward and exchanged a heavy look in the rearview with River. Holy fuck, were we going to take this boy. My brother would see for himself soon. In a few minutes, we’d be at the house. Then I grabbed Shay’s jaw and met him in a passionate kiss before dropping my hand to his crotch.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned.
I rubbed his stiff cock through his jeans and squeezed his balls until he gasped sharply.
I hummed and went to his nipples next, twisting them hard to gauge his reaction, and there was definitely a masochist in him. He groaned and kissed me forcefully. It spurred me on and turned my cock to granite. When I dug my fingers into his thigh, he whimpered and started panting. Pain brought him to life. What a beautiful fucking sight.
I tightened my grip on Shay’s thigh and watched the pleasure play out across his gorgeous face. “We have a pain slut on our hands, brother.”
River cursed quietly as he drove onto our private road.
Shay rolled his hips, then winced in a way that made me stop. It wasn’t only pleasure written across his face; there was a discomfort that didn’t belong. He pleaded a soft “More” at the same time as he rubbed his temple.
“Are you feeling all right?” I cupped his cheek.
He closed his eyes and winced again. “Yeah, it’ll pass. I want more.”
“Where does it hurt?”
He blew out a breath. “My head and my stomach.”
I furrowed my brow, immediately ready to cancel all plans for tonight.
“It’ll pass,” he repeated, visibly frustrated.
“Of course it will,” I replied. “But we’re not playing until it does.”
The night was young. It wasn’t even midnight yet, and River and I were night owls. Who knew, maybe Shay would feel better in a couple hours.
“Riv, change of plans,” I said. “We’re going to our place. I’m gonna let the Daddy in me take the wheel for a bit.”
“Got it,” River chuckled.
I touched Shay’s forehead. It didn’t feel hot, but he was a little clammy.
He scowled at nothing. “Fuckin’ Daddy Doms. They’re the worst.”
“We’re delightful,” I assured him.
“No, you’re not,” he argued petulantly. “You’re always up in someone’s business.”
I grinned, reckoning that part sucked for him. For the moment.
“Fuck.” He sat forward and placed a hand over his stomach. “I better not be coming down with something.”
It wouldn’t be the worst thing that ever happened if he was. In fact, the prospect had plenty of appeal. I imagined it would be easier to persuade him to stay with us. It would give River and me time to pummel our way through those defenses. Without having to resort to any fighting.
The trees parted up ahead on the road, revealing our estate at the top of the hill. The lights were on in most windows on all three floors, some dimmed down, some bright, two red, and one UV purple.
Since it was a weekend party, the tiki torches along the path that led to the front door were lit up too.
I spotted a handful of people on the porch. It was a popular place for smaller groups to hang out after playtime.
The carport was full, so River pulled to the side of it.
“This was so not how I thought this evening would go,” Shay muttered.
“Same here.” I opened the door and stepped out before extending a hand to him. “Sometimes you hope for a good burger and get served the best steak on the menu.”
He grunted and ignored my hand as he jumped out. “I’m not the steak, so I guess that’s just your way of expressing how pleased you are to see me with a splitting headache and upset stomach.”
“No, you’re the steak.” I placed a hand on his lower back and started walking in the direction of the house. “But yeah, also that other thing. With a bit of luck, you’ll be too ill to fight tomorrow—not to mention too weak to go home.”
River laughed behind us.
“There’s something wrong with you,” Shay told me.
“I’ve never given a doctor the satisfaction of finding out,” I admitted. And I had no plans to change that. “We’re going up here.” I pointed toward the side of the big house. No need to walk through a loud club area when we could just pass the house and go straight to the cabins. “You’ve never been here, have you?”
Shay shook his head and eyed the group of five or six people on the porch. “When you announced the first themed event last month for that Game thing you’re doing, I wanted to join.”
We’d had a fantastic turnout. Several couples in our community had joined us for a savage takedown event, appropriately named The Hunt. Predators had hunted down their prey one by one, and Riv and I had been mildly annoyed by the fact that we hadn’t been able to participate.
Shay huffed. “Then someone told me about the vetting process, and I was out.”
Absolutely. It’d been the reason my brother and I had stuck to being organizers and monitors. We didn’t have any partners we trusted to that extent. At the moment, we didn’t have any partners at all.
River walked up beside me and squeezed my arm briefly, and I cocked my head at him. He nodded at Shay, then in the direction of the lawn in the back, and he wore a wry little smirk for me. I smirked back, ’cause fuck yeah, my change of plans earlier—about the event—was already paying off.
“Maybe you can be here for the next Game,” I mentioned to Shay.
“What’s the theme?” he asked.
“We haven’t gone public with it yet, so you gotta keep it to yourself,” I told him.
Once he’d agreed, River and I both observed him.
“There’s gonna be a cage fight,” I said.
His eyebrows flew up, and he flicked his gaze between Riv and me. “Shit, for real?”
He was getting sick. As we passed a lit-up window on the ground floor of the house, I could see Shay’s pallor had changed.
River cleared his throat. “We could use your help, kid.”
“It would do you some good to become more active with us.” I raised my hand to Shay’s neck and rubbed it gently. “I guess the only problem is you might actually grow to care for the community. You might even make friends.”
The boy rolled his eyes but didn’t seem to have the energy for much else. By then, we’d reached the corner of the house, and Shay came to a stop once the backyard became visible.
It wasn’t as loud as it sometimes got, but there were plenty of people around. Colt and his Little stood by one of the grills and made hot dogs. They were accompanied by a few others, and I spotted Greer as he slung a joke to Colt’s boy, who laughed and glared playfully at him over his shoulder. It felt nice to have the boy, Kit, visit more often with Colt and Lucas. If I wasn’t mistaken, Kit and Shay knew each other somewhat.
Half a dozen kinksters were in the pool. Most of them were fucking.
“Daddy!” Kit hollered. To Luke, I assumed, as he left their cabin with a hoodie in his arms. “Colt says I have to go to bed soon. Tell him he’s mean!”
I smiled.