Chapter 2 #2
Skye was dressed like what you would expect for a kinky event.
His leather pants fit like a glove. His cock, which was encased in a leather cock ring, had been strategically threaded through the laces at the front of his pants so it stood out proud and dripping from his body.
His chest was bare except for the intricate harness that was strapped across it.
There were at least ten different D-rings attached, making it a fun toy, and I couldn’t wait to see how I could torture Skye with it later.
Like me, Skye was wearing black combat boots, but his were undone at the laces.
His light brown hair was pushed back out of his face.
I was on him in seconds. My fingers threaded through one of the D-rings on the harness and dragged him toward me.
“You look so fucking slutty,” I growled into his ear before biting down on the soft flesh of his lobe.
Skye let out a heavy breath before wiggling his eyebrows. “Do you like it?”
I licked the spot I’d just bitten, then squeezed his ass. “You know I do. Fuck, Skye. You need to wear leather more often.”
“You look pretty sexy yourself, Sir.”
I captured his mouth in a possessive kiss, but we weren’t alone for long before Luca was crowding behind Skye.
He grabbed our man’s chin, wrenching his face toward him.
He attacked Skye’s mouth, and I could only watch, my cock already pulsing in my black jeans.
I should’ve thought harder about my attire because I already felt like I was being strangled.
I hadn’t considered how turned on I would be before we even got to the main event.
“You look amazing, toy.”
Skye looked a little dazed as he smiled at Luca. “Thank you, Boss. You all look so fucking hot.” He nodded toward Wes and Diego before letting out a loud wolf whistle. “You two also. Holy fuck, I’m a lucky guy.”
We all were. They all drove me crazy now and again, but I wouldn’t trade any of them for the world.
I used Skye’s hair to turn him back to me. He pressed up against me, his leaking cock leaving a wet spot on my jeans.
“Fuck,” someone grunted, but I couldn’t tell who.
“Let’s not leave the birthday boy waiting,” Luca finally mumbled, pulling away.
“Oh, I think he’s enjoying the show, right, boy?”
Brooks was watching us unabashedly from his spot on his knees. His pupils dilated with need as his tongue brushed across his lower lip. “Very much, Sir. Is that part of my birthday present?”
I grinned, stalking closer to him. My fingers wove into his damp hair, and I pulled him to his feet so I could kiss him. That wasn’t part of the plan, but oh well.
It always fascinated me how each of my guys kissed differently.
Luca was so strong, a constant fight for dominance, unless he was extremely overwhelmed.
Skye would yield, but you had to work for it.
His submission was always hard-earned, but it was fucking worth it.
I’d only kissed Wes while we were scening, but they were full of heat and sensuality, neither of us taking too much.
Then there was Brooks. He submitted so sweetly, always opened up, eager for everything we gave him.
Still, he wasn’t passive. There was strength in everything Brooks did, even at his most submissive.
I pulled back, but not before I bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. He licked it, looking dazed.
“Happy birthday, trouble,” Luca cut in, probably feeling a little bit of FOMO, not that I blamed him.
Brooks grinned up at him. “Thanks, Sir, but it’s not till tomorrow.”
“Well, we wanted to give you a present that wasn’t exactly family friendly,” Luca answered with a shrug.
“Yeah? I’m all about R-rated gifts. What is it?”
Luca tapped his cheek. “Nice try, sweetheart. You’ll get it soon. Now, why don’t you kneel all pretty for us again?”
Brooks nodded eagerly. He was practically bouncing, and it made me wonder how many energy drinks he’d snuck in.
Luca was supposed to be monitoring that, they had agreed on it, but I had a feeling Brooks had gotten away with a lot more than he was supposed to.
Eh, he’d be burning plenty of energy in just a few minutes.
Brooks knelt again, but he wasn’t nearly as still as he’d been last time. I raised an eyebrow at Luca, as discipline stuff was more his thing, but I guessed he decided to let it go for now.
“This is something Mav and I have been talking about for a while,” Luca started, speaking a little fast. “Since you and Diego came into our lives, it has been chaotic and filled with changes, and I’ve been grateful for every single minute.
I know we had a rocky start and a lot of baggage between us, and I’m so lucky that you were willing to give me a second chance, to give all of us a chance. ”
Brooks’s eyes widened and his shoulders set back when he realized that what was happening might be a little more significant than just sex. Not that I would call what we typically did “just sex,” but still. This was so much more than that.
“I never thought I wanted or needed a more formal dynamic with a sub. I also never thought I’d find another person I’d want to add to our poly family”—I glanced over at Wes and Diego—“let alone three. But all that changed when you sauntered into our meeting rooms full of attitude and desperation. I wanted to put you on your knees from that very second, and the feeling hasn’t lessened at all. ”
Brooks laughed at that and quickly wiped his eyes, already getting emotional. I had to blink back my own tears because . . . fuck.
“We love you, Brooks, and we wanted to give you something that signified our commitment to you, how much we love you, and how much you mean to us, both in our kink dynamic and our day-to-day relationship,” Luca continued before giving me a quick nod that it was time.
I had the box hidden in one of the side pockets of my pants. Brooks let out an involuntary sound when I held it out in front of him.
I was cheesing like a fool as I snapped the lid open and tilted it down so Brooks could see his new collar clearly.
“You can wear this every day. It can go in water, and it’ll fit snugly enough that you can even leave it on during your jobs.
We know how much you love being marked as ours, and now you will be, always. Will you wear our collar, Brooks?”
Brooks’s shoulders were shaking and his eyes bounced back and forth between Luca, me, and then the collar. He seemed overwhelmed, and I had a brief, life-altering moment when I wondered if he’d say no, and then finally he seemed to remember we were waiting for a response.
The titanium prism ring was an array of rainbow colors that suited our boy perfectly.
If the measurements were correct, which Luca had made sure they would be, the O-ring would land right above his collarbone.
One small charm shaped like a knife hung there.
Engraved on it were the words my trouble, my brat.
“Yes! Fuck yes, Sirs. Please, put my collar on me.”
Luca laughed and mussed up Brooks’s hair.
My hands shook, and I knew this would be the closest I ever got to putting an engagement ring on someone.
That had me pausing, looking at all the other men in the room.
Skye was holding Luca’s hand and absolutely fucking beaming.
Diego and Wes had stood up and both looked elated as they waited till we hooked the collar before coming to congratulate Brooks.
And it fucking hit me. I wanted something, some kind of token like that for all of us.
As Luca took the chain out of the box and secured it around Brooks’s neck, it surprised me how much I craved it.
I wanted something that represented me on all the men, even the ones I had no romantic relationship with.
It didn’t matter, they were all part of my family, and I wanted the world to fucking know.
Once the collar was clasped on, Brooks jumped to his feet and threw himself at me and Luca. With an armful of hyper and ecstatic boy, I put the idea to the side for now, but first thing tomorrow, I’d start working on . . . something for the whole family.