Suddenly You (Our Exception Book 2)

Chapter 18

The Jeep, if you can call this monstrosity a Jeep, bumps along the dirt road—well, if this is what you’d call a road. I think he’s trail blazing right now. The car is missing a roof and doors, and I’m pretty sure that he welded this thing together. I grab on to the oh-shit bar in front of me and pull my shirt over my nose and mouth with the other. It’s dusty as fuck out here, and I’m finding it hard to breathe.

“So, you and Cooper, how’s married life?” Sem asks me, unbothered by the dirt flying all around us. Must be some kind of dust monster living out here.

I peer over at him and see his big hands strangling the steering wheel. Those hands could end up strangling me. I don’t know what I was thinking getting in this contraption with him, but I did it. I wanted to make a good impression on him and Magnus.

I wanted to show them I can do better. That I am better. Whatever hazing they have in store for me, I’m ready.

“Good,” I say behind the fabric of my shirt.

Sem glances over at me. “Can’t hear you.”

I peel it down and say loudly, “Good. It’s good.”

“Yeah?” Sem asks and then goes over a bump unnecessarily fast, sending me shooting upward. My seatbelt catches and I let out a startled cry as I’m yanked back down. Fuck, that kind of hurt. I may even have a bruise there later. Jesus. I’m a dead man.

I glower over at Sem, who is biting back a grin.

That fucker.

“How much longer?” I ask, rubbing at my bruised shoulder, and Sem shrugs.

“A while.”

I don’t know what that means. Could be minutes, or even hours. All I know is that Sem makes sure to go over a lot of potholes in the ground, shaking and rattling this death trap like it’s his job.

By the time we finally arrive at the creepy shack in the woods, my stomach is roiling and I feel the beginnings of a headache starting. Damn, that can’t be good for your body.

I stumble from the Jeep on wobbly legs and take in a gulping breath as soon as the engine sputters to a stop. I take in the scenery around me. Cactuses and brush surround a small, roughly built cabin. It looks like something made ages ago, with an actual hammer and nails. An ATV is parked outside the door, and when I get a little closer to the shack, I see that the curtains are drawn.

It’s right out of a horror film.

“Did you build this?” I ask Sem, and I hear him grunt that he did.

“Very cool,” I lie. It’s very not cool. It’s very creepy, but then again, my brother is married to him, so he can’t be that bad, right?

Suddenly, a low moan emanates from between the planks of the cabin, causing Sem to sigh.

“Those assholes,” he murmurs as he pounds on the rickety door. It bows under the stress, and I hear a voice shout, “Give us a minute. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come. Oh, I’m coming!”

My eyes widen as Sem turns toward me, his lips pinched.

“My cousin is a horny bastard. Poor Whit. His dick has to be tired all the time.”

Oh god. I don’t even wanna know any more details, but it seems I must. I’m made to listen to this erotic hidden porn show.

I shuffle on my feet and wait, trying not to listen to Sem’s cousin bust a nut. But he does for a long-ass time, an orgasm that seems to go on and on. Good fuck, is this what I sound like when I come? I sure hope not.

Minutes later, the door swings opens with a bang and a man with blond hair and blue eyes stumbles out, still zipping his pants.

“Sorry, bro. I got distracted,” he says with a laugh, and Sem rolls his eyes.

“Does it smell like your mess in there?” he asks and then leans forward and takes a sniff. “Fuck, open the windows, Whit. Jesus, I’m tired of this shit.”

I hear shuffling around inside, and minute later, the curtains on the window are pulled back and I see a dark-haired man with dark clothes appear before me. This must be Whit, the guy who just railed the dude-bro within an inch of his life.

Pretty impressive as he seems much smaller in stature than the other guy.

We stand outside for a few minutes as Whit opens and shuts the door, airing the place out before we make our way inside. Well, more like Sem points for me to enter, and I do. I can’t say no. Not when it’s three against one. They could easily take me.

“Luke coming?” the man with the blond hair asks.

“Nah, he’s in Arizona with Elliot.”

“Caleb,” Whit interrupts and then tries to hand a pair of panties to the man very discreetly, but it only causes Caleb to whip them around in circles with a grin.

“Oh shit, yeah, I couldn’t find those. You ripped them off real good.”

Whit blushes and shakes his head slightly.

Sem chuckles and then pats Whit on the shoulder, kind of roughly. “You married him.”

“I did.”

I watch the interaction, the silent communication between these men and then a second later, Caleb plops down on Whit’s lap, nuzzling his face into his neck.

Kind of like what I do with Coop, I think as I start to blush. Is this what I look like? A needy slut?

Probably.

There’s no helping me now.

“Why you staring?” Sem asks roughly, and I jump slightly, swallowing loudly.

“Um, I didn’t mean to…”

“Oh, it’s fine. You can look all you want,” Caleb interrupts. “I don’t mind. Whit is so hot. We’re hot together. I know people can’t look away.”

Whit’s hand flexes on Caleb’s back and then taps an uneven rhythm—probably nerves. I take a seat on a chair opposite them. I don’t even want to contemplate sitting on the bed, which is rumpled and has a large mess right in the middle.

I force my gaze back to the guys in the room.

“Yeah, but is he looking because he thinks it’s gross?” Sem asks, and I shake my head roughly, my brain rattling around in my skull.

“No, I wasn’t thinking that at all. I was thinking that…I do that with Coop.”

My words are soft and timid and everyone seems to strain toward me to hear what I’m saying.

It’s silent for a moment and I feel my entire body start to melt from embarrassment. I know that what I need isn’t typical male behavior, or at least that’s what I’ve been told. But fuck, I can’t help myself. I love being held by him.

“Cuddling is the best,” Caleb finally says with a grin. “I just hang off Whit like a curtain.”

“It’s true,” Whit adds.

Sem nods and then sits back slightly, the desk he’s leaning against creaking under his weight. “I like to carry Maggie around. He fits perfectly in my arms.”

My throat bobs as I take this in, take in the fact that what I need is normal, that it’s fine. I blink my eyes several times, trying not to cry.

Damn, all that dust.

“It’s fine, it is dusty in here,” Caleb says with a laugh as he nuzzles further into Whit. “But if you wanna cry, you can. I do it all the time.”

I just gape at them, unsure if this is why they brought me out here? To cry? To get in touch with my feelings? I don’t fucking know. I thought they were going to haze me or something, make me prove my worth.

“Is that why I’m here?” I ask, my voice cracking as I speak. How fucking embarrassing, first crying and now my prepubescent voice makes an appearance.

“Nah, we wanted to grill you and scare you a little, but seems like you’re more sensitive than we thought,” Caleb says.

I glance at Sem, who is watching me intently. “Yeah, seems so.”

I fold my arms across my chest and shift in my seat. “I’m not that sensitive.”

“It’s fine if you are,” Sem says.

I let that sit with me for a bit. It seems everything I’ve been going through since marrying Coop is fine. There’s nothing wrong with me after all.

“So, how is marriage? Sem told us you woke up covered in splooge and were married to a dude,” Caleb says, and I burst out a laugh.

“Yeah. I don’t remember anything from that night.”

“And now you’re loving it?” Whit asks.

“Well, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.” That’s a lie. It’s wonderful being married to him. I’m so fucking happy. So goddamn content.

“Would you do it again, if you could?” Caleb asks.

“Um, yeah. I think I would. I know I was a homophobic jerk in the past. But Coop has shown me things…I never knew I wanted or needed.”

Sem grumbles under his breath. “Well, your nose looks fine, glad I don’t have to smash it all over again.”

“Thanks,” I say and then rub at it. “Took a while to heal. But I’d rather you break my nose again than lose my brothers. I lost Magnus for years, almost lost Max…I’d take a broken body over that.”

Sem huffs his approval as I swipe at my watering eyes. Damn leaky things. I need to go to an ophthalmologist and get them checked.

“So, while we’re all glad you’re not a dickface anymore, tell us, how’s the sex? Have you had sex yet? Wait, you did, but you just can’t remember,” Caleb blurts with a loud laugh, and Whit just shuts his eyes with a sigh.

“Yeah, how is it?” Sem asks.

Everyone just stares at me, and I feel like I’m giving a public service announcement. Fuck, since when is this their business?

“It’s…it’s none of your business.”

“Okay, fair, but like, do you have any questions?” Caleb asks and then leans away from Whit. “I had a great teacher, but it is very different than what you’re used to.”

I eye him and nod. “Yeah. It is.”

“We can answer any questions you have,” Caleb says, and Sem nods.

“I guess that would be the nice thing to do.”

Whit meets my gaze and purses his lips. “But you don’t need to, if you don’t want to. Sem and Caleb can be…overbearing.”

“Babe!” Caleb says with a pouty huff. “I am not overbearing.”

“I am,” Sem says. “And I’m proud of it.”

Silence permeates the air around us, and I close my eyes. “Okay, well, we haven’t had sex like that. Yet.”

Caleb whistles. “You’re missing out. Getting your ass railed is like top-tier shit.”

“Jesus,” Whit says with a huff. “Please stop talking about your ass and shit in the same sentence.”

“I mean, babe. We all poop.”

I let out a laugh and then cover my mouth with my hand.

“Um, yeah I just…I don’t know…I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Sem bobs his head. “Just use lots of lube. That’s key.”

“Yeah,” Caleb says. “There’s some great stuff out there. It will feel like a dream when a cock is lodged up there like a brick.”

“Coop is a bottom,” I blurt, and they all look at me.

“Cool, well then, he knows what he’s doing. Just follow his lead.”

I bob my head and then blurt, “And I haven’t given him head either. I’m afraid I won’t do it right. That I’ll suck at it.”

“Speaking as a man who had extensive experience before Caleb, his first time going down on me was by far the best I’ve ever had.”

“Aw, babe,” Caleb coos and nuzzles further into his husband. “I was so good for you.”

“You were,” Whit says and then meets my gaze. “Just do what feels natural for you both. Listen to Coop and he’ll guide you.”

“Good advice,” Sem grunts and then turns toward me. “But honestly, let him eat your ass. You’ll love it.”

Caleb groans loudly. “Yes, eating ass is so hot. Let him stick his tongue up you.”

My face heats even thinking of it. “So, blow jobs and eating ass?” I say, trying to come off as humorous, but they take it far too serious.

“Yes, and then when you’re ready, fuck him. Fuck him good,” Caleb chimes in and then grins at me. “God, this is fun. I never thought I’d be a sex sensei, but here I am.”

“You’re doing good,” Sem says with a grin. “Whit is sure proud.”

Whit looks more embarrassed than proud, but when Caleb turns those blue eyes on him, I can see the love radiating off of them both. Whit loves this guy. A lot.

Does Coop look at me like that? Do I look at him with stars in my eyes?

I’m not sure, and I’m reluctant to find out in case he doesn’t.

But what if he does?What if he looks at me the way Whit looks at Caleb, the way Sem looks at Magnus.

I run a hand down my face. “So, is the sex talk over?”

“Yeah. I’m a little sad we didn’t get a chance to scare you,” Sem says, reaching down and pulling out a flamethrower. He turns it on and Caleb chuckles. “But then you just looked kinda sad and lost, so we decided to pivot.”

“And we decided talking would be better.”

I shift my gaze to each of them. “I deserve it, all the bad things. I was a shit, still am in ways. But I’m working on being better. Coop…he’s helping me be a better man.”

“And you like it more than you thought you would, huh?” Sem asks, flicking the flamethrower on and off.

I stare at the blue and orange flame as it flickers before me. “Yeah, I do. It’s so hot. It’s so good. It’s better than any relationship I’ve ever had.”

“Hm,” they all hum, and I wait for another bit of advice. Something to help me along the way, but all that happens is Sem stands and stretches.

“Seems like you know what you need to do. Now let’s get back before Emery knocks all the walls of my house down. I’m tired of replacing the drywall.”

Caleb chuckles and stands, kissing Whit long and hard before we step outside. I follow Sem to the Jeep, watching as Caleb and Whit slide into the ATV, Caleb driving and Whit holding on for dear life.

Those two are…something, I think as Sem honks the horn and tells me to get in. I do as he says and let him bounce me all the way back to his house.

Coop fawns over me as soon as I arrive, dusty and a little tired from everything I just went through. I kind of feel a little rubbed raw and I don’t know why. Coop seems to know this and his hands scour my chest, neck, and face, rubbing soothing circles on my skin. I just lean into him and let him hold me.

“I was worried when that big lug carted you off,” Coop says in my ear, and I turn my face into his neck and kiss my way across his skin. “Magnus reassured me you’d be fine, but still. You were gone so long. What happened out there?”

“Nothing,” I lie. “But I’m okay. I’m fine.”

In the distance, I hear the approach of an ATV, and a few minutes later Whit and Caleb are walking toward us, hand in hand.

“Hey, it’s you again!” Coop says with a smile, moving away from me. “That night that I imbibed is all a bit of a blur, but I do remember the two of you. How was the blow job in the bathroom?”

Whit’s cheeks tinge pink again while Caleb grins, holding his free hand up for a high five.

“Fucking ace.”

Coop laughs and then slaps his hand before turning back to me and explaining, “I met them at the bar the night you found me drunk on the beach.”

“Ah,” I say and then scoot a little closer to Coop, letting my body lean against him. His hand slides up my chest, and I wrap my arm around his back, pulling him in as close as I can get him.

And even now, it’s not nearly close enough.

“Oh, you two are so cute,” Magnus says, exiting the house with the kids in tow. A guy with tattoos and ripped jeans makes an appearance, holding a bag of ice up to his head, another very handsome man at his side.

“Emery and August,” Magnus tells me before grabbing the little girl’s arms and hefting her up. She kicks her feet out in frustration, but then cuddles into Magnus.

Oh my god.

That’s my niece, I think as I stare at her.

“This is Lucy,” Magnus says. “And that little boy digging in the dirt is Kieran.”

I feel my heart stutter in my chest. “They’re beautiful,” I say, trying to find my voice. Oh god, if I cry again, I’ll never survive this.

“They are. They know you’re their uncle, don’t you, Lucy?”

The little girl bobs her head and then tucks it away shyly, right back into her father’s neck.

“So nice to meet you,” I say, feeling like shit for not bringing them something. “I’m sorry, I should have brought them something.”

“Oh please,” Magnus says. “No more garbage in my house. The amount of stuff we throw away is atrocious.”

I nod and then run a hand along the back of my neck.

“I’ll…I dunno, send you a gift card for coffee or something,” I say and then nod. Yes, that’s what I’ll do.

“You don’t need to get us anything. We’re just fine.”

Coop glances up at me just as Magnus turns, and he mouths that we’ll figure something out. It warms my heart that he wants to help, and I appreciate it. I really do because right now my bank account can’t handle any more expenses.

“Hey, dude. What happened to you?” Caleb asks Emery with a laugh.

Emery sighs and then shrugs. “I hit the corner of the island.”

“How did you manage that?”

“Well, I was playing with the kids and wasn’t looking at where I was going.”

Sem wanders up next to Magnus, pulling him into his side and kissing the top of his head and then Lucy’s.

“How are the walls?” Sem asks my brother.

Magnus grins triumphantly. “Only one down. The rest are fine.”

Sem grins and then swivels his head around for Kieran, who is off the porch and digging in the dirt with a stick.

“Look, Daddy, I digged a ditch to bury things!”

“Good god,” Magnus says with a laugh.

“We can put a body in here!” Kieran says and Magnus scurries over to him, talking to him quietly.

Sem chuckles, and Magnus looks at him fiercely.

“Sem, I will have words with you.”

“It was only a joke,” Sem says with a shrug, and Magnus rolls his eyes. He turns that gaze toward us and purses his lips.

“You guys staying for lunch?” he asks, and everyone nods, Emery pulling out a sucker and popping it into his mouth.

“Can we do dessert too?” he asks. “Oh god, tell me you have dessert.”

August leans toward him and whispers gently, for only him to hear. “Em, they’ll have dessert. They always do.”

“Oh, thank god,” he gasps and then pulls another sucker from his pocket and puts it into his mouth as well.

I’ve never in my life seen someone suck two lollipops at the same time, but here we are. This guy seems like one of a kind.

“They’re sugar-free and quite disgusting, but if you mix the flavors, it’s not so bad,” Emery explains when he catches me watching him with a raised eyebrow.

I nod and turn back to Coop, who is talking animatedly with Caleb, something about a potato gun and fireworks? God, who fucking knows with this crew. I’m just happy I’m here, with my brother, with his family, with Coop.

My fucking niece and nephew.

I glance over at them and watch as Lucy tugs on her brother’s hair and Kieran places some stones in the grave he dug.

Little psychos, I think. But honestly, fuck, I’m glad I’m here.

“Oh my god, the way I felt shooting that potato gun,” Coop says, nearly breathless with excitement. We’re back at our place, and he’s still reeling over it, repeating the experience over and over again. To say Coop had fun is an understatement. He got along with that entire crew far too well.

Maybe Coop is a little psycho too. Still like him though.

The entire time they were shooting things into the stratosphere and blowing shit up, I just hung back with Whit and watched it all.

“This is your life now,” Whit said ominously, and I just cracked a smile at him.

“Yeah? I’m glad you had fun,” I say to Coop as he pulls his shirt off and leads me to the bathroom. I watch the lean lines of him move. He’s like a cat, always so graceful.

“No, I’m serious. I want one. And I want one now. As soon as we’re in bed, I’m going to find out where to buy one and then we’re going to go shoot it as soon as it’s here. Right into the ocean. I’ll even order potatoes so we have the ammunition.”

I chuckle as we strip down and step into the shower. We had lunch and dinner out at Sem and Magnus’s place, arriving home at the end of the day, with nothing left to do but sleep. But I’m happy, fulfilled. It was a fucking good day.

I got to know my brother a little better, Sem too. And Lucy and Kieran were a delight. They’re so fucking cute. When I sent Max a picture of me with them, he called to FaceTime us. He wanted in on the action as well.

“And listen to this,” Coop prattles on as we wash each other methodically. “Sem even told me the name of a deluxe flamethrower. Did you see the flames that it spit out?”

His hands clap loudly in front of him as he describes it. He’s so goddamn cute.

When we’re dried off and walking into the bedroom, I stop and really stare at him, his lithe, lean body, his spectacular ass, that hair that I love to grab.

But most importantly, I look at his mouth. I love it, the way he speaks, how those words he gives to me soothe all the aching parts of my broken soul.

How they piece me back together.

How he’s done that without ever asking for anything in return.

I want him. I want to make him as happy as he’s made me.

I cut his words off with the press of my mouth to his, picking him up without warning. He squeals and then melts into the kiss, my hands clutching at his ass and walking him toward the bed. He’s warm and smooth against me, his legs wrapping effortlessly around my back. Our cocks are hard, his pressed right up against my stomach. I can feel the pulse of mine beating in time with my heart.

Beating for him.

I need him. Badly.

Lowering him gently to the bed, I follow him down, our lips only parting for a second before I angle my mouth across his and lick into his mouth. He tastes like Cooper, my Cooper, my husband.

Perfection.

I thrust my hips against his and he groans as I grind against him, working him up, only to pull away minutes later, glancing down at his pink, puffy lips. I love how wrecked he looks as I trail kisses, bites, and licks down his body, leaving him panting, his hands finding the strands of my hair and weaving his fingers through them.

When I get to his dick, I stop, slightly afraid, but then realizing it doesn’t have to be perfect. It can just be good enough.

I hope I’m good enough for him.

“Matthew,” Coop breathes, his pupils blown out as he leans up and watches me.

I meet his gaze and let my lips brush against his weeping cockhead.

“I’m going to try,” I tell him, and when he opens his mouth to protest, I let my tongue slide across his slit, lapping the bead of precum right up.

He groans loudly, his cheeks flushed with need.

“Oh my god,” he moans, and buoyed by the fact that he liked just a simple lick, I do it again.

And again.

I lap at him like he’s some kind of ice cream cone, like a special treat. I swirl my tongue across his tip and down his hard length, tracing the thick vein on the underside of him, and even get bold enough to suck on his balls. All the while, Coop is groaning, panting, his body vibrating and shaking with each swipe of my tongue. It’s powerful, bringing such a strong, confident man to his knees, hearing him beg, hearing him say my name like a prayer.

“Matthew.”

I suck on his tip once more, pulling his leg over my shoulder, one and then the other, before sucking and licking, not taking too much at once, but letting the head rest on my tongue. It spurts more precum, coating my mouth slightly, and I swallow it down, relishing in the taste of him before I take him. Inch by inch.

He’s moaning loudly now, whining, the sounds echoing off the walls, pulsing through me, making my own skin feel too tight.

Fuck, am I going to come just from listening to him? Just from watching him lose his mind to me?

I just might.

I dip my head lower, dragging more of his cock inside me, not all because he’s too big, but I do the best I can. Feeling the tip of him hit the back of my throat, I gag. He likes that sound, me choking on him, his fingers tightening in my hair.

I breathe through my nose, slurping my way up to the tip of him and then falling back down, gripping the rest of his wet length in my fist, pumping in time. Coop is writhing, shaking, his skin flushed and pink.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” he cries out as he arches his hips up over and over, making my eyes water from the force of it, from the feral way he’s claiming me.

And then seconds later, I taste it, the flavor of him.

He releases into my mouth with a shout, a cry of my name hitting me right in the center of my chest.

My own cock throbs between my legs as I swallow every drop of him. And when Coop is done, his body limp beneath mine, I pull my cock into my hand and stroke it, still tasting him on my lips as I tip over the edge, coating his dick with my release.

Coop shudders at the feel and pries his eyes open. His entire body is heaving, as if he’s just done something Olympic, something Herculean. I don’t blame him.

His blow jobs are exceptional as well.

“Was it good?” I ask, my throat rough and raspy. It’s sore, like I’ve come down with something, but it’s not that. Not at all.

I’ll use the rough notes of my voice with pride.

“Good fuck, are you serious?” he asks, his own voice hoarse from screaming. “Your first time giving head and that’s how good it was?”

“Yeah.”

He sighs and lets out a pained laugh. “I won’t survive it if you do it again.”

“You won’t?”

He throws an arm over his eyes.

“Come here, baby,” he says, and I crawl up against him, not caring about the mess I made all over him, not caring that it smears against my skin as I do so. He pulls me into a kiss, gentle, loving, relaying all his feelings in this small, meaningful moment.

“It was perfect. It was glorious.”

“Mm,” I say with a smile, kissing him again.

“Did you like it?” he asks, and I nod, my forehead hitting his.

“I loved it. I want to try it again soon.”

“Anytime. Literally anytime. I will pull my pants down for you. I don’t care if we’re in the vegetable aisle at the grocery store. I’ll pull you behind some boxes and let you have at it.”

I chuckle against him, resting in the crook of his arms.

“I don’t ever want this to end,” I tell him softly, and his arms clasp me tightly.

“Then don’t let it end, Matthew. Stay with me forever.”

I think I just might.