Ward #2
“My mother is many things, but she is neither sloppy nor an ineffective teacher. Each move is calculated, and each game we play is planned out. I try to make sure I don’t put anyone in her path, and she has so far managed to move in a way that doesn’t create waves.
I doubt she cares much about the people she could be hurting.
Still, as a political figure who presents herself as a woman of the people, a hard and firm woman of the people, but for them all the same, it wouldn’t look good if she was caught hurting or destroying people for some feud with her only child,” I said with a shrug, wrinkling my nose when a moth fluttered too close to my face.
Arlo smiled, gently brushing the moth away, which mindlessly fluttered toward the porch light. There was a furrow in his brow, but when I reached up to run my finger along it to tease him, he gave another soft laugh, and the wrinkle disappeared. “I guess it was my turn to get lost in my thoughts.”
“Do you want a penny for them?” I wondered
“For anyone else, perhaps, but you? I think you can afford much more than a penny.”
“Ah, the rich tax, I see.”
His eyes crinkled. “There are...other ways to pay for them.”
I grinned, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. “Does that mean you’re still thinking about what I asked you to earlier? Despite the, uh...incident.”
“As the EMTs said, I showed no signs of a serious injury, and so long as I keep my weight off this ankle and get some ice on it now and then, I’ll be fine,” he said with a sigh as he unlocked the front door.
I strongly suspected that when I’d left him with the EMTs to check on Will, Arlo had convinced them to let him go without insisting he needed to get checked out.
I couldn’t prove it, and while I had been tempted to slip one of them a few hundred bucks to see if they might tell the truth, I figured that would probably be a bad look.
In all honesty, if they were willing to let him tell a white lie, then I had to assume he wasn’t in a rough enough state for me to worry about.
I had ordered a ride for Will and told him to ignore his phone for the rest of the night until he heard from me, which would take some time because I was currently ignoring the two phone calls and half a dozen messages from my mother.
“Good, we’ll make sure you don’t put too much pressure on it,” I said as I inched closer while he tried to unlock the door.
Sliding an arm around his waist, I pressed my lips to his neck and kissed him gently.
His shoulders rolled slightly as though it tickled, and I chuckled.
“Now, there are other things we can apply a little pressure to.”
“I’m sure you have a few things in mind,” he said, stopping his attempt to unlock the door as my hands found their way to his pants and undid the button and the hook with a flick. “Certainly not your first time removing formal wear, I see.”,
I was too distracted trying to get past his dress shirt to tell him this was not my first rodeo.
Of course, when I succeeded at getting his shirt out of the way, I was able to distract him from trying to follow up when my fingers found the waistband of his underwear.
I decided to take my time and slid my hands down, sucking in a breath when I realized he was half hard as I cupped his groin.
He made a soft noise, returning his attention to the key and giving it a sharp twist to unlock it.
He stepped forward, turning to drag me in behind him.
Chuckling at his aggression, I followed, pausing to close the door behind me, locking it for good measure.
The house was too dark for me to make out any details, but I was more focused on him than anything else as I pushed him against the doorway between what appeared to be the dining room and a living room.
His back hit the wood, and I held him there, crushing our mouths together.
Another delicious noise came softly as our bodies were pressed together, but not for too long because I needed to get my hand between us again.
There was no longer anything ‘half’ about how hard he was, and I breathed out as I stroked the length of his cock.
I tasted the leftover bourbon on his tongue before sucking gently on his bottom lip.
He had one hand on my ass and the other on my waist with a firm grip.
I had no idea how this would play out, but my head was spinning with the reality that everything I had hyped myself up for was finally starting to happen.
“I see your personal motto,” I began as I wrapped my hand around the outline of his dick and gave a few gentle strokes, “is speak softly and wield a big stick.”
“Oh God!” a new voice piped up from the living room, making us freeze. “I did not need to hear that!”
Arlo let out a gasp. “Dom? What the hell are you doing out here?”
“I fell asleep listening to a podcast,” a deep, irritated voice explained, and I watched a large shadow move somewhere in the dark from what had to be the couch. “I didn’t realize you were going to come stumbling back in and get handsy with your date.”
“Good evening,” I said politely because it was the only thing I could say that felt even remotely acceptable, “random person I do not know.”
“That would be my brother, Dom,” Arlo said, reaching down and doing up his clothes even though it was too dark to make out anything, and the damage had already been done by me opening my mouth.
“Ah, well, my apologies for scarring you,” I said with a wince. I didn’t have siblings, but I imagined it was probably unpleasant, if not disgusting, to hear about the size of your brother’s dick. “I didn’t know you were there.”
Dom sighed, more aggrieved than I thought possible.
“God, between Mason and Jace groping each other in the worst hiding places, Milo and Eli constantly making out and hugging each other, I was getting more than enough scarring for a lifetime. Never in my life would I have thought you would participate in it, even by accident.”
“He’s being slightly dramatic,” Arlo explained as he zipped his pants up.
“At least you didn’t accuse me of being jealous,” Dom muttered, and I watched him toss something back on the couch. “I’m going to bed.”
“We’ll behave,” Arlo said, ducking his head, though if it was out of guilt or to hide his smile, I couldn’t tell.
“Don’t, please don’t. If anyone needs to get laid, it’s you. I’m putting my headphones on with everything full blast. The only way you’re going to scar me further is if the whole house vibrates or you bust down the door to do...whatever you’re planning on doing, in front of me.”
In direct contrast to how Arlo moved, I could track Dom’s footsteps down the hallway as he stomped off, murmuring to what I guessed was one of the cats before the door closed. “Hmm, he seems nice.”
Arlo laughed. “He is, though I don’t think he’s far off the mark in claiming that he’s probably scarred. That is the only time my siblings have ever dealt with a direct show of my...personal life.”
“I’m guessing that’s not one of the brothers you mentioned earlier that you said you should tell me about.”
“No, that would be Milo and Eli.”
“Who...are a couple?”
“Yes.”
“Your brothers? Wow, that’s...okay, and I thought I had some interesting kinks.”
“They’re my adoptive brothers, but they’re stepbrothers to each other. So there’s nothing untoward.”
“Well, okay, that does dial back the kink factor a bit, but not completely.”
“It works for them.”
“I won’t even try to cast doubt on that,” I said with a snort and then peered around the doorway. “Do you think he’s okay now?”
“I’m sure the first thing he did was head straight for his headphones,” Arlo said with a laugh. “I’m not sure how I feel about it, but at least he’s handling it with as much grace as Dom can muster.”
“Interesting,” I said, turning and pulling his zipper back down. “Then let me get back to the big stick I mentioned.”
He was soft when I put my hand back into his pants, but that was understandable.
Especially when I could feel him stirring back to life at a speed that actually boosted my ego.
Pulling him with me, I headed toward the couch, momentarily forgetting that something might be in my path.
I was reminded when a sudden jolt of pain exploded in my shin as bone met what felt like solid wood, and I hissed.
“Just tell me what you’re trying to do,” Arlo said with a snort. “Before you’re the one who ends up in the ER.”
“God, I was just...trying to get you to the couch so you could sit down.”
“Alright, I can do that.”
I let him because I was in no position to do it without personal injury or property damage.
He draped his jacket over the back of a chair while I tossed mine into it without a care.
In the next instant, I was in front of him, holding myself up by one arm as I leaned in close to kiss him, putting my knee between his legs so I didn’t have to rely solely on my arm.
He was back to half hard when I wrapped my hand around him, stroking as I felt him stiffen under my touch.
A soft groan escaped his lips when I ran my thumb along the underside of his leaking head, and I felt a jolt of pleasure and satisfaction shoot through me.
I could already feel my breathing growing tighter as I realized it was easier than I thought to get a reaction.
Either he was a lot more expressive when it came to sex than I thought, or he was just that into me.
Either possibility offered a thrill, and I would have the mystery solved later.
“Big stick,” I repeated as I pulled from the kiss, still stroking him slowly.
He said nothing as he reached up and cupped my pants, humming. “When did you undo your pants? And how did I not notice?”
“I’m allowed tricks of my own,” I told him with a grin, anticipation tightening my gut as his fingers slid over my groin before tugging down my underwear and reaching in to fish me out.