31 Nate
Iam usually not the stalking-my-friends type, but those idiots have been behaving like heathens. One of them murders women and buries them in our backyard like it's just another Sunday, and the other one is apparently now stalking them, breaking into their homes for a little action.
I pace under the strange woman’s window as I think about what to do to control the men in my life.
I love them to death, but I don’t mean my death.
They need to stop behaving like wild animals.
Liam was so eager to see this woman that he didn’t even notice I followed him.
That’s so unlike him. This man never—and I mean never—has been reckless in his life. That’s his brother’s job.
I decide I can’t do anything right now, and I can’t risk him finding out that I followed him.
Instead, I walk toward the fence surrounding the woman’s yard and climb over it.
I walk straight for my motorcycle, which I made sure to park further away from the house—unlike Liam, who parked directly in front of her gate, as if stalking now gives you visiting privileges.
Unless this woman was waiting for him, and he has been lying about more things than I hope he is.
I get on my motorcycle and drive straight back to the house.
It’s not a long drive, and it explains the fact that Liam has probably been coming here without being noticed while we were busy trying to figure out what to do with their mother.
I abandon my bike on the driveway next to the van parked there and walk inside the house.
I don’t waste time; I go straight to Mike’s bedroom.
“Wake up. Your brother is breaking and entering now just to get some pussy,” I announce as I enter.
Mike, who has already been awake, it seems, chuckles.
“Well, it is about time he got some action,” he teases, and I frown. “Relax, my love. We can deal with this in a fun way—no need to be a dick about it,” he explains as he pulls me into bed, helping me out of my clothes.
I relax against his touch as he kisses his way from my neck to my cock. I am already getting hard when he takes me in his mouth, and a moan escapes me. Fuck, this man knows how to shut me up.
“You’re using your lips to shut me up.”
He takes me deeper in response.
“Fuck,” I growl. “Good boy, keep going.”
My cock slips in and out of his mouth, each time reaching a little deeper. He nibbles at the tip before he takes me all the way down again, reaching the back of his throat. I grab the sheets, not able to hold out for much longer, trying to control my body before I come too fast—but it’s pointless.
“I am going to come,” I warn him, and he picks up his pace even more, making it so hard for me to hold back from spilling down his throat.
And that’s exactly what I do. My cum covers his tongue and spills out of his mouth. He turns his head up and looks at me, wiping a small string of it dripping down his lip.
“Feeling better?” he asks, and I laugh.
“Much better,” I tell him. He curls up by my side, and I hug him tight. “Thank you.”
He smiles. “No problem. At your service, Sir.” His voice is full of playfulness—a side of Mike I have missed.
It is not long before we are both asleep.
In his arms is the only way I can get any rest. He has always been the one to bring a sense of safety into my life, even before we started killing people for sport.
He is the love of my life, and even though I haven’t told him, I’m pretty sure he knows.
I would bet good money he feels the same.