Chapter 33
Maddox answers on the third ring, not that I blame him, it is Sunday morning.
“Good morning to you. You need to get up and dressed; we’ve been summoned for brunch at my parents.”
“You’re kidding me,” he doesn’t sound too happy. “I can’t, plus Ollie is here.”
“Yep, him too. It’s happening, and you can’t get out of it.” I’m laughing as I tell him. “Word has got about. Be at my place at eleven.”
“Fine.” The line goes dead.
“You could’ve told him last night,” Roman scolds me as he lies naked between my legs.
His head, propped up by his bent arms, is mere millimetres away from my junk.
We haven’t fully played with all four of us yet, but it’s not going to be long before we do.
Just watching as Roe and Ollie kiss and touch each other has had me so turned on that by the time we get home, I’m ready to pound Roman into the mattress.
“I could’ve, but he’d be finding every excuse not to come. Now, play with my balls, just your mouth.”
Maddox is on time, and Ollie is looking like he wants to be anywhere but here.
“Are you ready?” I ask Maddox.
“Not in a million years.” Maddox swallows hard. He wants to meet them but doesn’t see why it has to be a full house to do it.
“Trust me,” I told him when he first brought it up. “You’ll be grateful. Pops will have too many questions for everyone else too. It’s safety in numbers.”
“And,” Roman says. “With any luck, Noah will be being punished and that takes all your concentration away. You don’t know how it will happen, but he could be naked, being used as a footstool or a cock warmer. All have happened in the past.”
“Jesus, that couple have no boundaries. I hope that’s not something you’re into. Humiliation is not my kink,” Maddox says.
“No, you’re fine.” Roman says, then looks at Ollie. “You know they’re going to love you, they all know you already; it’s Maddox they’re going to sink their teeth in.”
All the cars are parked on the drive when we arrive. “Last to get here. That’s good news. Everyone will be hungry and fed up at being made to wait, so they’ll be moaning loudly. That stops Pops from diving straight into you.”
“You’re crap at selling this as a good idea; you know that, don’t you?” Maddox looks like he’s staying in the car with Ollie.
“He’s making it sound worse than it will be; I promise they’re lovely people. Plus, the brothers like you, so you’re already in,” Roman chimes in from the back seat. “I’m starving, and Pops makes amazing French toast.”
As soon as we step into the kitchen, all conversation stops.
Then the moans about ‘taking our bloody time’ and ‘finally, we can eat’ ring out.
I see Maddox relax as it’s exactly what we predicted.
I look over at Saint, who for once, doesn’t have Noah kneeling by his side; he’s sitting close to him.
Saint is still feeding him, but Noah is joining in the conversations.
Saint gives me a wink, and I know he’s done this so Pops can talk to Noah too.
Pops walks up to us, his arms open as usual. He hugs Roe first, then me, then he looks at the two newbies. “It’s wonderful having you both here. I love seeing my family grow. I bet you four have such fun together. And Maddox, at last. I know how much Knox missed you.”
I’m talking to Ollie later when I pick up on something Pops has said to Maddox. Something about future plans. As I’m about to interfere, Drake joins in.
“We’re going to be working together with my protection services; Maddox has a wealth of knowledge on intelligence resources. He’s going to be an asset.”
I hadn’t heard anything about this, but it might explain the number of phone calls and meetings he’s been having with my most private brother.
In fact, most of the others around the table look surprised.
Finn and Roman seem to be comfortable with the news.
I’ll be asking him about that later; he may need to do some grovelling to make up for it.
I can’t stay listening to them because it’s my time to give Dad the weekly update on the gym. It’s been my passion as well as his and usually, we’ll talk shop for hours.
“You’re different,” Dad says, giving me a once over.
“What? What do you mean? I’m the same as always. Do you want to know this or not?” This is something I expect from Pops. Dad never goes deeper than a cursory check. He’s not indifferent; he just knows that his husband is always the one to check up on us.
“You’re more relaxed; you haven’t been spending every hour at the gym. Is it Roman or Maddox being back in your life?”
I shift uncomfortably in my chair. Ollie puts his hand on my thigh, reassuring me.
There’s no way any one with eyes couldn’t see how much I love Roman, but I can see it being very easy to love Maddox and Ollie.
We’re going to have to discuss this later.
I think we’ll all need to destress after this.
“It’s all of them. Roman is it for me. It’s early with Maddox and Ollie, but I think they’re going to bring us all together.” I smile at them. Ollie has tears in his eyes, so I lean in to kiss him. “It’s okay, babe,” I whisper against his lips.
It’s Pops who is the first to speak. “Good lord, is it in any way possible for any of you lot to give us the heads up?” He glares at my brothers, who are unabashedly grinning.
It’s Saint, ever the ringleader. “It’s not our news to share. Pops, you should know that.”
“Why?” Ollie asks me in a whisper.
“Because Dad and Pops are in the scene too. They go to a different club than us. So, he knows the rules,” I tell him. Then look at Pops. “I’ve just said this to dad: it’s very new, and it’s mainly me and Roe, then Maddox and Ollie. But we mean a lot to each other.”
Pops face lights up. “That’s great news; I’m glad you’re all finding happiness.”
With that over with, the remainder of the brunch goes swiftly. The usual bickering and teasing that all families have, but when it’s over, we say goodbye with hugs and slaps on the back.
“That wasn’t too bad now, was it?” I say with a huge grin. “In fact, I think we should celebrate, and I know just the place to do it.”
I drive back, the two boys in the back, and I have Maddox on my left. Lazily, I let my fingers stroke up the inseam of his jeans, getting higher and higher until my little finger nestles in the crook at the top of his thigh.
“You’re playing with fire, Knox,” Maddox growls, but there’s a huskiness to it that shows he’s aroused by my touch.
“Not as much as those two.” I hitch my finger behind me to make Maddox notice that our boys are kissing hungrily as their hands roam under each other’s T-shirts. “Some boys are looking to get spanked,” I growl at them, but it doesn’t seem to deter them.
Maddox looks at my house, confusion written across his forehead. “Why are we here?”
“All will be revealed. I think you’ll be pleased.”
Roman giggles as I lead them all up the stairs, to a door, and then another staircase. As I flick the light switch, LED lights light up each step.
“What’s up here?” Ollie whispers to Roman, but I hear and look at the boy.
“Your every dream come true.”
When I open the door, Maddox and Ollie stand just outside as Roman and I walk in. Roman slides his hand into mine, our fingers knitting together.
“What the fuck?” The question falls from Maddox’s lips as he takes a step inside, only pausing to reach for Ollie’s hand.
“I thought we could play a little, y’know, all of us together, in private for the first time.
” I look around the room, taking it in through their eyes, at the St Andrew’s cross propped against a wall, to the spanking bench.
The sling that hangs from a solid metal frame, the shackles that hang down from the ceiling.
The array of whips, canes, floggers, nipple clamps, cock cages, spreader bars, even a crate in one corner.
Electro stimulators of all shapes and toys.
Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs. There are drawers with everything from cock rings to sounding rods.
Ollie, ever curious and willing, crosses the room to the large bed. And with a cheeky grin and a cocked eyebrow says, “Where shall we start?”