Chapter 23
He’s still waiting for me to answer.
“Okay. But not here. Roman is due here any time now; I want him to hear this too,” I tell him. Just then, I look over his shoulder, and love and desire fill me as Roman comes in, his eyes already locked on mine, and his sexy smile has a dimple popping out. “He’s here.”
“You love him,” Maddox says, matter of factly, but his eyes tell a different story. He’s envious. But is it because he wants Roman or just the chance to find his person.
“I do, and for some strange reason, he feels the same way.”
Roman is weaving through the machines to get to us. His smiled fades when he sees who I’m standing with. “What’s going on,” he asks, then drops a kiss on my surprised lips.
“Maddox wants to tell us his story. And how he ended up here.” I don’t lower my voice; I want all of this to be heard by Maddox. I’m not keeping any secrets. “It’s going to include the worst parts of my time in foster care. Are you sure you want to hear that.”
Roman takes his time to answer. “I love you, Knox. I’m not going anywhere. Tell me as much or as little as you want.” He thinks again. “Maybe tonight isn’t a good idea; why don’t we have tonight for us, for you to take a breather before you travel back down a road you never wanted to see again.”
I nod. I’m so lucky to have this amazing man; he just gets me. All of me. “I could tell you some of it tonight, then you can ask any questions, without it being difficult.”
“After I’ve taken my time with you. I have a plan.” He grins at me and squeezes my arse.
I turn back to Maddox and catch a look on his face I doubt he wants me to see.
It is lust, desire, and need. This is interesting, maybe what he saw of me and Roman has had more of an effect than I thought.
To me, he was just watching sex, to him it was something he wanted to be included in.
I’ll have to tell Roman. Did he see it as well?
“Yeah, okay. I think we can do that. We could meet somewhere tomorrow and get some dinner, get to know each other before we dig up a nasty part of our lives.”
“I’d like that, where do you want to meet?”
“The King’s Head. It’s on the same road as Saint’s studio. I can be there by eight-thirty. I’ll book a table, it gets busy.”
“Thanks, Knox. I’m so pleased you got what you deserve: a family that loves you.” He squeezes my shoulder and heads to the weight section.
“Come on, babe. I need to shut down my computer, then we can go home.” I take Roman’s hand, walking us to my office.
“You handled that really well,” Roman praises me. “It can’t have been easy.”
I think about it and the way I’ve been feeling since Maddox showed up in my life.
The confusion and conflict that’s been on my mind.
Maybe, it will be better to hear it. “Honestly, it’s about time I put it all to rest. Especially for us.
I don’t want you wondering what went on but don’t want to ask. ”
Roman nods but stays silent as I quickly shut down my computer.
I grab my jacket and car keys from my drawer.
He only speaks when we’re in my car. “When we get in, I want a hard fuck from you. I don’t care where—over the edge of the bath, your bed, or the kitchen table.
As long as we can lose ourselves in each other. ”
“Topping from the bottom? I think some punishment is needed before I slip inside you.” I grin but drive a little faster.
We get inside, and Roman is already stripping out of his clothes. I slam the door, and as he steps out of his smart work trousers, I push his shoulders, making him reach out for the bannister. “Hold on to that, boy. Now spread your legs and stick that amazing arse up.”
I groan at the beautiful sight; his balls are tight and high.
It’s not going to take long to have him coming over my floor.
I bend down to kiss each cheek before spreading them and sweeping my tongue over his hole.
Roman lets out a deep, guttural groan and pushes his arse back.
I pull away, not giving him what he wants.
Instead, I bring my hand down on his right cheek.
Roman hisses at the sting but keeps his bum up. I repeat it on the other cheek. It doesn’t take long before the creamy white skin turns a bright rosy red, and he’s panting. “How are you doing, boy?” I scrape my nails over the inflamed mounds.
“Getting close, Sir.”
“One more; open your legs wider,” I tell him, then deliver the final blow lower down to hit his hole and taint.
Roman cries out loud, and I know he’s only a breath away from coming.
I pull my wallet out of my back pocket and grab the sachet of lube I’ve taken to carrying just for moments like this.
Roman is a very spur of the moment fuck fan.
It takes a couple of seconds to get my sweats down to my thighs and my steel-hard cock out.
I tear the packet open and squeeze some onto my fingers, sliding one, then two fingers in his hole, scissoring and twisting them to open him quickly.
“Enough,” he cries out, almost fucking my fingers.
The remainder of the lube gets rubbed over my cock. “Hold on tight, boy.” I slam into him, the rhythm relentless as I fuck him fast.
“Yes, fuck yes. I’m there, Sir.”
“Come,” I demand as my own balls tighten and pulse as they empty, shooting my cum down my shaft and into him. His channel tightens, the muscles rippling and squeezing my dick. He’s so fucking tight. His load fires out, splattering over the wood of the bannister and onto the floor.
Roman sags, exhausted. I catch him, holding him around his waist as my softening dick slips free. My own release drips out and joins the mess already on the floor. We sink down, and I shift so we don’t end up sitting in the mess. As he looks up at me from his seat on my knees, he laughs.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
He shakes his head, still smiling. “You haven’t even taken your sweats off.”
“You wanted it too quickly.”
“I’ve found someone to take my room at the house,” Roman says as we chop up chicken and veg to make a curry. “I can move out this weekend.”
“Really? That’s great. I’ll see if I can borrow Saint’s truck.
It will be quicker that way. It does mean it will be on Sunday, but we can sort the smaller stuff on Saturday after work.
Have you got boxes?” It’s been a couple of weeks since I asked, and his roommate wasn’t going to let him out until he had someone to take his place.
I was really pissed off with her and ready to storm around there and tell her to fuck off and find a new one herself but Roman wouldn’t let me.
Probably for the best, it wouldn’t be good for business.
“I’ve got boxes, and I’ve got you for the muscles.” He goes up on tiptoes and kisses my cheek. “Get cooking.” He nudges me. “I’m starving.”
By the time we sit down to eat, I’m starving, too, but there are still things to talk about. While I shovel in the curry, I give him the choice. “Do you still want me to tell you my story?”
He’s quiet for a moment and places his knife and fork down. “Not if you don’t want to tell it. It won’t make any difference to me. I’m not going anywhere.” He shrugs so nonchalantly.
“I’ll give you the short version then. I was in foster care for as long as I can remember; I don’t know much about my birth parents apart from them being drug addicts who chose that over me.
I was sexually and physically abused by the men in the foster homes from seven years old.
Dean was in foster care with me, and he would try to protect me.
“I was thirteen when the drunk, dirty old man came into my room, Dean stopped him; he had a knife from the kitchen.” I can still smell that man, but I shake my head, he has no right to be in my head.
“We ran away that night, thinking it was safer on the street. That may be true, but it was cold and wet, and we spent a lot of time hungry. Dean would get some money and bring us something to eat. We lived off sandwiches, maybe the odd McDonalds if he had enough. It took me a while to work out how he was getting the money; he was blowing guys when they came out of the pubs or the clubs. One night, he hadn’t come back, so I thought I’d go and try it. ”
I shudder at the memory. “I got some dirty guy coming out of a rough pub, the kind that men went to straight from work and spent the whole night drinking away their wages. Anyway, this guy couldn’t get hard, however much I tried.
Brewer’s droop had taken any chance of getting it to work.
He stumbled away, and after a little while, I left, but he was waiting for me.
He wanted his fiver back and gave me a good kicking.
After that, I met Robin at the police station, and he said I could stay with him.
I told him to fuck off, that I wasn’t going to get raped by anyone else again.
He insisted and said that he had another boy with him.
It was Drake. That was the night I became Knox, and Ellis didn’t exist anymore. ”
“So Maddox is Dean. You’re Ellis,” he says; getting the whole picture.
“Yep. Maddox is Dean; that’s the bit I don’t know about. Drake has theories, and I guess I’ll find out if any of them are true tomorrow.”
“Why Knox?”
That makes me chuckle. “It was something Dean said. We came from the school of hard knocks. I adopted it when the police asked me my name.”
“I’m sorry, Knox. No kid should ever be put through all of that. I hope he got what he deserved.”
“He went to prison. Robin had to deal with the social worker side; he was head of social workers, not the same place we came from, but it all had to be investigated; he couldn’t stay quiet knowing it was still going on. The crap social workers as well as the men I could remember.”
“Good.”