Chapter 25
Stone
Now that I’ve verbalized it, it’s all I can think about.
Thankfully, our workday is slow, and we’ve only been called to two minor incidents.
The clock is winding down, and we have less than an hour to go before the slopes close.
Then we just have to do a final sweep of the mountain to ensure no one is hiding out or gets stranded.
Hanlon is currently sitting at my desk, looking over weather forecasts and maps of the mountain while I reorganize our gear, when the door to the office opens, and Logan comes striding in.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“I fucking work here, dumbass,” Logan snaps.
“I’ll give you one pass to forget that I’m your boss, and you just fucking used it. So, change your tone and try again,” I snarl.
“My apologies, sir,” Logan sneers. “Jeremy was supposed to be on, but he traded shifts with Deacon, and now Deacon’s kid is sick and he had to leave early. So, you’re stuck with me.”
Blowing out a frustrated sigh, I drop my voice. “Logan, it doesn’t have to be like this.”
He gets in my face. “You wouldn’t give me the time of day, but you’re fucking your brother, Stone. What’s it supposed to be like?”
“For the last time, Hanlon is my stepbrother. And he’s a grown-ass man, capable of consenting, okay? I’m fucking sorry that I’m not attracted to you like that, but that doesn’t mean our professional relationship has to suffer because of personal preferences.”
Before this argument can deteriorate any further, my cell phone rings.
It’s a FaceTime call from Dad and Lana.
“Han, it’s Dad and Lana,” I call, walking through the door to my office.
Behind me, Logan says, “You’re probably fucking them too. One giant, fucked up, family orgy.”
“Logan, I don’t want to hear another fucking word out of your mouth today,” I snap, handing Hanlon my phone so he can answer while I finish dealing with the asshole currently seething in my direction.
As much as I want to punch Logan’s lights out, I’m his boss, and he could report me, so I need to focus on smoothing things over instead.
Walking over to him, I plant my hands on his desk and lean forward.
“Look, I value your skills and what you bring to this team. Neither of us wants to come to work every day with this tension between us. I don’t expect people to understand what’s happening between Hanlon and me, okay?
That’s why I’m hoping my private life will stay private. ”
“I’m not going to tell anyone, Stone. Hell, I’m trying hard enough not to think about it as it is, but I mean…have you really thought this through?” His voice softens, giving me hope that he’s coming around.
“It’s new, so we’re taking it one day at a time.” Except for the part where we’ve already confessed our love for each other, and I plan to have his dick inside me tonight, but Logan definitely doesn’t need to know any of that.
Logan walks around his desk to face me, stepping in so close he forces me to sit on his desk just to create some space…until he pushes my knees wide and erases that space with a single step.
“Just give me a chance, Stone. He’s practically still a kid. Don’t you want a man?”
“Logan, get the fuck away from me.” I try to push him backward, but he’s ready for me and catches my wrists, holding them against his stomach.
“I could make your dick weep for me,” he says, pressing his lips against mine before I can stop him.
Suddenly, my office door opens, and over Logan’s shoulder, I see Hanlon smiling at the phone screen.
“Stone, Mom and Dad want…what the fuck? Mom, I’ve gotta go.” Hanlon is on Logan in three strides, ripping him away from me. “What fucking part of that blowjob you walked in on last night did you not understand? Stone belongs to me.”
“Hanlon,” I warn, knowing Logan could detonate at any second. His temper is shorter than the charges I throw out of the helicopter.
“Relax, baby boy,” Logan taunts, patting Hanlon’s cheek. “I’m just showing him what a man tastes like.”
“You’re sick,” Hanlon says, shoving his finger in Logan’s chest.
Logan lets out a laugh of pure hatred. “You’re fucking your brother, and I’m the sick one? Fuck this. I’m out. I’ll be up on the ridge, boss.”
He snatches the keys off the hook and heads out the door.
The adrenaline dump in Hanlon’s system has him vibrating with anger. His fingers are curled into tight fists, and I know if he doesn’t calm down, it’ll take twenty minutes to get him relaxed enough to stop shaking, and I’ll have to uncurl his fingers one at a time.
“Han, it’s okay,” I say, pulling him into a hug. “He’s pissed. He’ll either get over it or he won’t, but I don’t think he’ll say anything. It’s fine. We are fine.”
I hope like hell it’s true, but I could feel the desperation in Logan’s kiss, and desperate men do stupid shit.
Once I get Hanlon calmed down, we call our parents back together.
“Everything okay?” Lana asks, voice full of concern as her face appears on the screen. “You know I’m not a fan of that word, Han,” she chastises as though Hanlon were actually still a child.
I guess to her, he always will be.
“Um, yeah. It’s fine. Just needed to take care of something,” Hanlon says. His smile is tight, but if Lana notices, she doesn’t mention it.
“Merry Christmas, boys,” my dad says, sticking his face next to Lana’s, so he’s in the frame.
“Merry Christmas to you guys, too,” I tell them.
We launch into catching up, Hanlon and I sitting shoulder to shoulder while our parents yammer on. At one point, Lana knocks her shoulder into my dad’s and gushes.
“I just love seeing our boys back together again. Has it been wonderful making up for lost time?”
“Yeah, Mom. It’s been nice,” Hanlon says, avoiding my gaze as he fights his smile.
“Boys, put your arms around each other and let me take a screenshot. I haven’t gotten a picture of the two of you together in quite some time.”
Hanlon finally looks over at me, a brow raised in question, and I give him a small nod.
He wraps his arm around my waist as I throw my arm across his shoulders. I hold the phone out, and we smile at the camera, our parents beaming the entire time.
“So, Hanlon,” my dad says, “Stone treating you well?”
“No, Dad, I’ve thrown him to the wolves,” I deadpan. “Don’t you see how torn up he is?”
“Ha-ha,” my dad replies. “How has it been managing the cold with your symptoms? Are you eating more than frozen pizza and beer? Are you getting enough sleep? I know having roommates can be tough.”
Hanlon and I share a quick glance because neither of us told them we’re living together. It would just produce more questions that we aren’t ready to answer.
“It’s been fine, really,” Hanlon says, trying to be polite, but I know he gets annoyed quickly when they bring up his diagnosis.
“And you’re not outside for long periods of time, right?” Lana asks. “I mean, you do mostly office stuff, yes?”
“Um, not exactly, but really, it’s all good.”
I drop my arm from Hanlon’s shoulders and rub his back out of view of our parents.
“Well, we’re really sorry we couldn’t make it out there to spend Christmas with you guys,” Lana says.
“It’s okay, we understand,” I tell her, knowing she wouldn’t understand why we don’t want them out here right now anyway.
“We’ll let you boys get back to work, but don’t be strangers. Call anytime,” my dad says.
“Will do,” Hanlon and I answer at the same time.
Lana laughs. “Look at that; it’s like they never missed a beat.”
I slide my hand lower from Hanlon’s back down to his ass, inside his pants, and squeeze.
He lets out a tiny gasp, and I immediately start talking to cover it up.
“Yep, closer than ever,” I say with a smile.
Hanlon discreetly drives his elbow into my ribs, making my smile widen. He did blow me while I was on the phone with Dad the other day.
“Okay, well, we’ve gotta run. Love you guys,” Hanlon says in a strained voice.
Once we get off the phone, he pushes me back into my office and kicks the door shut, driving me hard against the wall.
“Think that’s funny?” he asks, his hands frantically trying to get to my skin.
When he makes contact, my head drops back, and my lips part on a sigh. “I think it’s payback.”
“Hmm,” he hums, sucking on my neck before claiming my mouth. He pulls away a second later. “My dick is so fucking hard for you,” he says, palming himself through his snow pants, seeking relief.
“That’s good news for me, considering what I want to do as soon as we get home.”
Hanlon cups the side of my face, and the gesture feels incredibly intimate, his concern for me written all over his features.
I’ve never been big on romance or intimacy, but I let him keep his hand there, his thumb trailing over my beard.
Hopefully, if he sees how badly I want to try this with him, he won’t try to talk me out of waiting.
“I promise I’ll make it good for you,” he finally says, making my heart soar.
“I know. I trust you.”
By the time we wrap up at work, my cock is throbbing with anticipation.
I’m excited and a little nervous, but mostly, I’m so fucking horny I can barely see straight.
Hanlon and I still drive separately to work in an effort to field fewer questions, and I call him when he turns off the main road into the parking lot of a convenience store.
“Miss me already?” he asks on the other end of the line.
“Yeah, actually. What are you stopping for?”
“Lube,” he answers simply, making my cock twitch against my thigh.
“We have lube,” I argue.
“We don’t have enough lube,” he corrects.
Oh.
“Make it fast,” I breathe into the phone, one hand on the steering wheel, the other palming my erection.
“While I’ve got you on the phone, let me tell you what I need you to do for me.”
God, I love when Hanlon takes control.
“I’m listening.”
“When you get home, pour yourself a drink. Use bourbon or whiskey—something heavy and warm that will help you relax. Then, I want you to grab the lube off the nightstand and take it in the shower with you. Wash every inch of your body first. And Stone?”
“Mmhmm?”
“I mean every. Single. Inch. Because that’s exactly where I plan to put my mouth tonight, do you understand?”
Is he saying… “You’re going to…” I can’t even finish the sentence.
“I’m going to devour your fucking ass, Stone.
Fuck you with my tongue and fingers before my dick gets anywhere near you.
I’m going to lick and suck your hole until you’re a writhing mess, tangled in the sheets, cock leaking, desperate to be filled.
” I swerve over the solid line before correcting and swallowing hard.
“And I want you relaxed from the start. So, as I was saying, wash every inch of your body. Then, I want you to thoroughly coat one finger with the lube and get familiar with the sensation of having a finger up your ass because it’s going to feel strange at first, and the more you know going into this, the less your body will fight me.
If you have questions before I get home.
Call or text me…and if it hurts, add more lube. Discomfort is okay; pain is not.”
Somehow, I manage not to crash before getting home, and I immediately start on my to-do list, suddenly grateful for Logan’s bullshit antics and the way they got me so stressed that I skipped lunch.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m done washing, and am bent forward, bracing myself with a hand on the shower wall as the fingers on my other hand enter my body. I push too hard at first, tensing against the intrusion, and I cry out in pain.
More lube.
This time, I slather it around my hole and on my finger. Getting back into position, I try again, much more slowly this time.
I time my movement with my breathing and push forward as I exhale. To my relief, it works, and before I know it, I’m inside myself.
I can’t believe I never thought to do this before, but then again, if my sexual appetite was dormant, and I wasn’t horny as hell, why would I randomly shove my fingers up my ass?
I wouldn’t.
But Hanlon makes me want to. He makes me needy and desperate for his touch. He makes my dick swell and my heart race. He makes me laugh and want to experience everything he’s willing to give me.
Thinking about Hanlon distracts me from the slight burn, turning the pain into pleasure, and soon, I’m rocking back onto my hand.
“I’ve never seen anything so hot in all my life.” Hanlon’s voice startles me, and I pull my hand away from my ass in embarrassment. “No, baby,” he coos. “Don’t stop. Let me watch. You’re doing so fucking well,” he praises, causing my tip to answer with a bead of precum.
“It’s awkward,” I admit.
Hanlon leans back against the counter. “How are you going to feel when my hands are spreading your cheeks apart, and it’s my tongue diving inside you?”
I don’t answer because I can’t. I’ve completely lost the ability to speak.
“Now turn back around and show me how well you can fuck that pretty, clean hole before I dirty it up.”
Ohmygod.