STORY EXCERPT

All through their time in the courtroom, Storm had found his gaze wandering back to Cruz. He was here to support Chris, not to listen to her attorney, but in court, Cruz was strong, powerful, and smart. He looked imposing and attractive in his charcoal suit. There was something about the outfit that turned Cruz into a very handsome man. Normally he wasn’t particularly tall, and he definitely needed to lose ten pounds off his waistline—maybe even twenty pounds—but right now, he was eye-catching, and no one could ignore him. Especially not Storm.

Storm wondered if part of his lack of willingness to get closer to Cruz was that Cruz had the same coloring as himself, medium-brown hair and brown eyes, not golden blond hair like Storm’s stunningly good-looking brother, Jude, or shaggy black hair that screamed “bad boy” like his brother Atticus.

Even his eyes were boringly average rather than bright blue like his mother’s or piercingly black like his father’s. Storm might have missed out on all the best genetics, being the fifth of six sons in the family, but he made certain his life was as perfect inside those confines as he could arrange it. He would never eat a second slice of cake and risk it giving him a potbelly.

But there was still something about Cruz that called to him even though Cruz had accused him of being in a rut which was completely untrue.

So why do I keep looking at him and thinking about him? What’s wrong with me? He’s not the right man for me. I need someone who’s moving up in his career. Someone like Kai or Alan. Successful men, like me.

“Come on, Storm. It’s time to celebrate,” said Ross, his youngest brother, pushing his shoulder. Storm jumped to his feet and followed his family out of the courtroom.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“Chris. This is your celebration. Where shall we go for lunch?”

“I don’t know.”

“Name somewhere you’ve heard of that you’d like to try out,” suggested Kai, smiling at her.

She was still thin but not as frail as when their mother had taken her under her wing. Chris’s arms and legs were skinny, but the baby was growing well, and Chris’s frame no longer looked as though it wouldn’t be able to support her. One of his brothers had said she looked like she’d swallowed a basketball, and that was true. She wasn’t rounded all over like many pregnant women. She was skinny with a baby stuck out in front. But she was smiling and happy, and it was time to celebrate winning her court case.

Although if Storm ever met Tom in a dark alley, he wasn’t promising not to break his nose or something similar. The man was an asshole not to appreciate Chris.

Chris smiled like a normal teenager, and said, “Can we please go to Dirty Dick’s then? My parents would never let me go there, and Tom refused to take me because he said it was only for boys. Which is a lie because I know girls who’ve been there. Eating there today would be the most amazing thing.”

“Of course.”

“Let’s do it.”

“There are enough of us here to protect you and Mom.”

Storm wasn’t really pleased with his brothers agreeing so easily. Dirty Dick’s wasn’t R-rated or anything, but it encouraged loud behavior. Everyone sat at enormously long benches and wore paper bibs around their necks as they ate ribs and fries with their fingers.

Storm could see himself having to take the suit he was wearing to the dry cleaners immediately after lunch.

But then, this was Christabelle’s day. She deserved to do whatever she wanted to. Soon enough she was going to become an adult with a child to care for, instead of picking out a prom dress or whatever girls her age usually did. Besides, this sounded like her way of raising her middle finger to that asshole, Tom, and he wholeheartedly approved of her doing that.

They all gathered around the end of one long bench, his two parents, five brothers, Kai’s lover, Alan, and beside Chris, Cruz, her lawyer and Sawyer’s colleague. Not the man he was interested in. He absolutely was not interested in anyone who drove a beat-up Ford. The only man he would ever be interested in was one just like him. Organized. Neat, controlled, with his eyes on the main focus of life, the goals he planned to achieve.

While they waited for their ribs and fries to be brought to them, they drank light beer out of tankards, except for Chris, who was not only pregnant but also underage, and Cruz, who never drank during business hours.

“I thought long, boozy lunches were the mainstay of an attorney’s life,” he teased, grinning at Sawyer, who was drinking his beer.

“I wish. Most days it’s a burger as I walk back to my office from court,” complained Sawyer.

“Or a brown bag lunch brought from home,” added Cruz.

“What made you decide not to drink during the day, Cruz?” asked Alan, proving once again that he was damn smart and a good match for Kai, Storm’s bossy millionaire oldest brother.

“People tend to underestimate me,” he said, looking right at Storm. “I’m not rich like Kai, or handsome like Jude, or driven like Storm. I’m just me. But I like to think that during the working day every brain cell is alert enough to help me make decisions.”

I’m not driven! I’m just determined to keep progressing up the career ladder as fast as possible.

But maybe I have underestimated him. He certainly won Chris’s case without ever appearing to break a sweat.

Storm started eating his ribs, with his fingers, while thinking over what he knew about Cruz, instead of joining in the loud banter around the table.

ADULT EXCERPT

Cruz followed Storm into the bathroom and checked the size of the shower. It wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t tiny either. There was enough space for the kind of thoughts that were making his cock stand up already. Of course, simply seeing Storm’s amazing naked body would make a corpse rise, and Cruz was very definitely still alive.

Cruz turned the water on and waited while it warmed up. It didn’t take long. “Join me,” he said.

“I…We… I mean I need to change the sheets on the bed.”

“The bed can wait. I can’t.”

Storm’s face was a picture of him trying to decide between his desire to join Cruz, and need to make his bed perfect once more. Cruz held out his arm and waited. Storm stepped into the tub with him, and Cruz pulled the shower curtain around them. He pushed Storm against the wall and turned the showerhead so water sprayed all over him then turned it back to the center and grabbed the bottle of shower gel sitting on a little ledge by the faucet.

He filled his hands with gel and rubbed the foam over Storm’s chest, belly, and thighs. He rinsed his hands and filled his palm with more gel. “Turn around.”

Without saying a word, Storm did, and Cruz washed his back and his ass. Then he moved the showerhead again, washing the foam off Storm and tapped his arm to turn him around. Once Storm’s front was rinsed clean, Cruz dropped to his knees and sucked Storm’s cock deep into his mouth.

Ever since he’d seen that foreskin, he’d longed to taste Storm’s cock. Well, he’d wanted to taste him for weeks, but seeing he was uncircumcised had just turned that idle thought into a driving need.

Cruz rolled Storm’s foreskin up and down with his tongue, licking over Storm’s cockhead and then hiding it inside its protective skin before rolling the skin down and sucking him again and again and again.

Storm gripped his shoulders, each of his fingernails pressing into Cruz’s skin to exactly the same depth. Crux knew he was going to have ten perfectly identical indentations in his shoulders. He was certain Storm had his fingers manicured, and very likely his toes as well, but he wasn’t going to take the time to look or ask right now. Not with a delightful cock to suck front and center.

Cruz dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit of Storm’s cock, tasting his pre-cum. Oh yes. Storm was enjoying this as much as he was. He held on to Storm’s thighs, keeping them exactly where he wanted them as he sucked Storm’s cock all the way down the back of his throat.

“Ah fuck. Yes,” murmured Storm.

Cruz smiled around the huge cock in his mouth, let it out a little way, dragging his teeth lightly up the shaft, and then sucked hard on the head. He wiggled a little closer to Storm, wrapping an arm around Storm’s thighs to hold himself steady, and then he carefully swallowed Storm’s cock all the way down his throat. “You like?” he asked, knowing Storm probably wouldn’t be able to understand the question, but he would undoubtedly enjoy the vibrations of the words against his shaft.

“Fuck yes.”

Cruz didn’t know if Storm was answering the question or expressing an opinion, but the mouthful of cum was the correct answer anyway.

He let Storm’s cock out, sucking all the time, and then licked over the head before standing up and whispering, “Taste yourself on my tongue,” and then driving his tongue into Storm’s mouth.

Storm shook in his arms, kissing him back with all the passion Cruz could ever wish for before they leaned together against the wall, panting.

“Now that’s the proper way to shower.”

“We haven’t quite finished,” said Storm, wrapping his hand around Cruz’s heavy, needy dick and fisting it fast and hard.

Cruz closed his eyes and delighted in the sensations as Storm used two hands to bring him to a quick climax. The man had all the skills, adding tiny little tugs and twists to his grip so that Cruz exploded with breathtaking speed.

“Damn, you’re good,” he whispered, then kissed Storm.