Chapter 39
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
MARCUS
Iwatch through the sliding-glass doors as Lincoln and Trey walk down the beach, Charlie nestled between them. Seb elbows me, and I glance at him.
“It’s been a bit,” Seb says hesitantly. “Have you heard from Dad?”
I shake my head. “Sabrina has been keeping me updated on the latest gossip, but it sounds like he managed to save face, especially after the merger with Pine Investments. Sabrina has made quite a reputation for herself as a queer woman CEO. She’s a force to be reckoned with.”
Brantley stands and gives me a shy look. “What is it?”
“I just wanted to thank you, but also say I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I ask, startled.
“For the shit that went down with my dad. For what he did to Jeremy’s parents. I’m just so embarrassed to be related to that asshole.”
“Oh, right,” I reply awkwardly.
He nods ruefully. “I just wish I’d known what was going on.
Maybe I could have done something to get him arrested sooner.
I was just never privy to that part of his life, and I never wanted to be.
” He rubs a hand over the back of his neck and gives Seb a wry look.
“I feel stupid that I didn’t even realize our dads were part of the same company. ”
Seb reaches out and drags Brantley against him, kissing him sweetly.
It’s a side of him I’ve never really seen, and I almost look away from the private moment.
“Stitch, you couldn’t have known. Hockey was your focus, making it to the NHL.
” He runs a gentle finger along Brantley’s neck, and for the first time, I notice the jagged scar there from the injury that ended Brantley’s hockey career.
I glance at Fi, who’s watching them with adoration, and I’m struck by a sense of peace.
I spent my whole life protecting my siblings, and now they have people who love them just as much as I do.
Who would literally die for them. And while I’ll always be their big brother, it’s okay to let them go.
Jeremy walks up next to me, sliding his arm around my waist. “Well, isn’t this adorable.”
I grunt my agreement and kiss the top of his head.
Seb, Brantley, and Fi say their goodbyes, heading to their own Airbnb, and I lead Jeremy outside.
I grab a soft flannel blanket, and then we walk down the steps to the beach, pausing to take in the waves dancing up the sand, almost touching our bare feet.
The moon is out and the clouds are sparse, so a curtain of stars twinkles above us.
I came to the beach house hoping for the best but expecting the worst. I don’t think I deserve Jeremy’s forgiveness. Hell, I still believe that he can do better. But I’m done fighting what I feel, and if he feels the same way, then maybe I’m not his downfall after all.
Maybe he’s my savior.
“Where’re we going?” Jeremy asks with a giggle.
“You’ll see.”
He huffs in annoyance, and I smile. I still love pissing him off. And now I finally have him all to myself for the first time since March.
It’s late, so the beach is empty except for the birds.
I stop when we have a good view of Haystack Rock.
I pull him against me, kissing him fervently.
He moans into my mouth as my hands run through his soft silver hair, getting tangled in the windswept strands.
Time stutters while our mouths dance together; the only sound louder than our beating hearts is the roar of the waves.
The ocean washes over our feet, and we break apart when Jeremy yelps, “Fuck, that’s cold! ”
I chuckle and take his hand again, tugging him away from the water until we reach soft sand.
It’s chilly on my feet, and I shiver. I drop Jeremy’s hand and spread out the blanket.
Jeremy smiles and sits, pulling his knees to his chest as he stares out at the horizon.
I join him, leaning back on my hands as I cross my ankles.
We stay like that for a long time, lost in our thoughts.
I glance at Jeremy. In the moonlight, he’s stunning—pale, flawless skin, sterling hair moving gently with the breeze, and full, pink lips.
“You’re staring,” he says, his voice teasing.
“You’re beautiful.”
He smiles at me, and it lights me on fire. “Thank you for what you did to Ryan. I read all about it in the papers.”
I shrug. “Your parents weren’t his only victims.” I sigh. “And I know it doesn’t make their deaths hurt any less.”
“It doesn’t, but I do get some satisfaction knowing that he got what he deserved.”
“I think he deserved worse, to be honest.” I glance at him and brush a strand of silver hair from his eyes. “I hope you know that I didn’t know those board members were your parents. I had my suspicions, and I should have mentioned it. But if I had known for sure, I would have told you—”
“Shhh, it’s done now.” He leans forward and brushes his lips against mine. When we pull apart, he tilts his head. “You know, big guy, I didn’t need a public spectacle to forgive you.”
“I know. But I wanted to show you that I’m not ashamed of you. Of us.” I sigh. “It wasn’t fair the way I treated you. I never wanted to hurt you, Jeremy.”
He nods and drops his head to my shoulder. “I know.” His body shakes with silent laughter.
I nudge him. “What’s so funny?”
“It’s just, you must’ve hated everything about that,” he says with a snicker. “My grumpy, introverted man sharing his feelings in front of everyone. All for me.” He sighs. “So romantic.”
I smile. “It was brutal. I took a page from When Harry Met Sally, going with the grand declaration.”
“Oh yeah?”
“It was that or stand outside your window with a boombox, but I think that’s been overdone.”
He snorts a laugh and crawls into my lap. His hands run along my bearded cheeks and into my hair. “I love you.”
My heart trips over itself. Even though I knew it was true, it’s the first time he’s said it to me out loud. I push him off me, rolling him onto his back so I’m covering his body with mine. “Fuck, I love you so much, baby boy.”
“Show me,” he whispers, pushing his hips against mine. “Fuck me, Marcus.”
I grind against him and groan. “You want me to own this perfect ass?”
He nods. “But what if we get caught again?” I pull his shirt over his head, watching hungrily as his nipples tighten in the cool air. “We’ll get put on some sort of Cannon Beach PD naughty list.”
I lean down and drop my lips to the sensitive spot below his ear, sucking gently. “As if you don’t love the idea of being on a naughty list.”
He hums in agreement, and I reach for his pants, undoing the button and peeling them off his toned legs.
I freeze, my mouth falling open as I stare at his lacy black panties, his cock straining against the flimsy material. “Holy shit,” I breathe.
“You like?” Jeremy’s eyes are hooded as he watches me.
“Jeremy, who were you wearing these for?” I ask, snapping the edge of the elastic against his hipbone. “You didn’t even know this would be happening tonight.”
He bites his lip with a bratty shrug. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
I reach forward, my hand grasping his neck. “Jeremy . . .” I say, my tone carrying an air of possessive warning. What if he was planning on seeing someone else tonight?
“Jealous?”
“Extremely,” I growl, my thumb tracing over his pulse point. “Choose your words carefully, kid.”
He smiles impishly, and I have the urge to kiss the expression right off his pretty face.
“Well, you know what black panties mean, right?” I can already hear his words before he says them.
“It means you want to have sex. You don’t wear black lingerie unless you want someone to see it.
” I squint at him, searching for the truth in his words, and he snorts a laugh.
“Puh-lease. I wore them for myself. Plus, they’re actually super comfy when I don’t have a raging boner. ”
I drop my face to the panties, running my nose along his length as I inhale his musky scent. He bucks his hips with a little whimper. He tugs at my flannel, and I pull it off, followed quickly by my T-shirt. I shiver when the wind grazes my bare torso.
Reluctant to take these sexy-as-fuck panties off, I pull them to the side so that his balls and cock are exposed and flatten my tongue, giving his length a firm lick before taking his tip in my mouth and rolling it around on my tongue.
He moans and tries to fuck up into my mouth, but I hold him down with a firm hand on his hip.
I pull off and move his panties back in place, causing a huff of frustration.
“You’re teasing me,” he whines with a pout.
“Of course I am. Are you complaining?” When he doesn’t respond, I squeeze his thigh. “Roll over. Show me your perfect ass.”
“Make me,” he responds, digging his heels into the blanket as if that will stop me.
I grab his hips and flip him onto his stomach. He squeals in protest, but the sound quickly melts into gibberish when I yank his panties to the side, spread his crease, and put my mouth on his tight little hole.
I pull back and unbutton my pants, kicking them impatiently off my legs, along with my boxers. Then I give his ass a hard smack.
He cries out and looks back at me. “What was that for?”
“Being a fucking brat.” I lean over Jeremy’s slim body and drop my mouth next to his ear. “I’m gonna fuck these pretty black panties right off your ass.”
He shakes underneath me, grinding his ass back into my hard cock. “Please,” he whines. “Punish me with your cock, Marcus.”
His filthy mouth sets my blood on fire, and I reach for the packet of lube in my jeans pocket, then tear it open with my teeth. I drip it down his crease and use two fingers to push the slippery liquid into his hole.
“Mmm, you’re so prepared, like a sexy Boy Scout.” He pushes against my hand, forcing my fingers deeper. “More.”
I thrust a few times and scissor my fingers open slowly, teasing him. Then, I remove them and notch the head of my cock at his entrance. I give a small push, just the tip sliding in before I pull out again. “Beg some more, baby boy.”
Jeremy is moaning and sobbing, his body slick with sweat. “God, please. Just put your dick in me before I die.”
I enter him again and push all the way in until my hips meet his ass. “Who do you belong to, Jeremy Hart?”
“You,” he sobs. “Always you.”
With a grunt of satisfaction, I start to thrust, pistoning my hips, one hand holding those slutty lacy panties to one side while the other hand grips his hip, my fingertips pressed over the raised scar on his skin.
His tight warmth is almost too much, and I feel pleasure tingling up my spine. The sounds that I’m pulling from Jeremy’s mouth are sinful, but I hate that I can’t see his face. Feeling completely feral, I pull out and flip him over.
He whimpers when my cock leaves his body, and stares up at me with pouty, parted lips, his watery eyes begging for more.
With a growl, I grip the edge of the thin fabric and rip the lace from his body like a caveman.
His cock springs free, leaking all over his tightened abs.
I grab his knees, pressing them to his chest so he’s wide open for me.
Then I re-enter him, reveling in the hot tightness that immediately strangles my dick.
“Fuck, baby, you take my cock so well.”
He mewls and squirms, trying to give himself some relief as I start to thrust again. “I’m gonna come,” he says between pants.
“Come for me, Starlight.” My rhythm, which started out steady, starts to stutter as our breaths mingle. His cock jerks, and he comes with a strangled cry, strings of cum spraying all over his stomach and pecs. I lean forward, kissing him, swallowing his pleasure just as mine crests.
“Oh fuck,” I groan as my orgasm hits, and I fill him with my release, his ass taking every last drop.
I collapse on top of him and roll to the side, holding his smaller form against my body. We both shiver as the night air brushes our sweat-slicked skin. He reaches for my hand and squeezes it.
“So I’ll know,” he murmurs.
I interlace our fingers and hold on just as tightly.