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Story: Caged By the Stranger
I lick my lips, unable to help myself.
“Get a grip, Charlie,” Shane mutters at my side. “The fucking kids are here. Don’t be sick.”
Whipping my head around, I resent the way he’s not even looking at me as he says it. His gaze is fixed on the array of food on the table. I’ve accepted over the years that we’re a bit of a dysfunctional, somewhat broken family. It’s why I tolerate more things than I would at work or in public. I don’t ever want to be the one to start trouble, especially with my mom around. She worked too hard taking care of us when I was growing up. But I can’t let it go this time. Rory means too much to me. I’m not ashamed of him or of how I feel about him. I put myself through a lot of misery, living with my head under a rock because of people like Shane and his comments. I’m not going to do it anymore. I like being…free. Rory showed me how to do that, andI refuse to tolerate anyone who disrespects the man that gave me that gift. Shane needs to know that.
“I’m looking at the man I love. There’s nothing wrong with that. If you’re worried about the kids seeing something inappropriate, then maybe you shouldn’t have had your hand on Clarissa’s ass a moment ago…or is it Amy? Sorry, it’s hard to keep track.”
It’s now that I realize he looks a little worse for wear, as though he hasn’t slept well or is possibly hungover. There are dark circles underneath his eyes, and he looks a little thinner than the last time I saw him.
Nostrils flaring, he glares at me. “You know what I meant. You practically drool all over the guy.”
Taking a step forward, I get in his space, even though I’m trembling. “I do. Just the sight of him makes my mouth water. Maybe he’s right,” I venture, giving my rock-solid brother—who could physically kick my ass—a once over, unafraid of his strength for once. “Maybe you’re jealous.”
He scoffs, and Rory appears at my side just then. Slinking an arm around my waist, he slides in close and gives me a kiss on the cheek. He’s panting and smells like sweat—all man. More of a man than my dumb-ass brother standing in front of me right now.
“Everything all right?” he asks, and I smile at his veiled protectiveness.
“Yeah. I was just telling Shane that we’d love to go out to dinner with him sometime.”
“Oh, yeah, Shane. That’d be great,” Rory enthuses, sounding genuine as always. He slaps Shane on the shoulder, and I take probably too much joy in watching my brother flinch as his face goes red. “We can get drinks afterward, maybe introduce you to some of my friends. There are a few of them that would love you.”
“Fuck off,” Shane mutters under his breath and turns on his heel.
He barks at Clarissa on his way toward the house that they’re leaving. Jesus. What an asshole. Heaving a sigh, I’m not overjoyed by the possibility that I’ve just killed whatever relationship I have with my older brother, but I feel like a weight has lifted. You can’t kill something that wasn’t breathing the right kind of life. It’s on Shane to repair this, not me.
Arms circle around my waist from behind. Rory nuzzles the side of my face with his. “I take it that means we won’t be having dinner with Shane?”
Snorting, I shake my head. Leaning back into him, I let out a sigh. “I’m sorry. He was being a dick, and I lost my temper.”
Turning me around to face him, he studies my face curiously. “You don’t sound sorry.”
“To you I am, not to him,” I murmur, tugging at a lock of his hair.
I’m aware my other brothers are still here, as well as my mom and my nephews. I don’t think I’ve ever done PDA in front of them with anyone, but I need it right now.
Brows quirking, he smirks. It’s such a good look on him. It highlights that spark of life in him that feeds my soul. “Now, I’m sorry I missed it. Did you just defend my honor?”
“Something like that,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in his shoulder.
“I don’t even know what was said, but I bet it was hot,” he mumbles against my neck.
Chuckling, I draw back and kiss the playful look right off his face. I can’t help but feel proud that he’s proud of me for standing up for us.
I hear a wolf whistle. It’s followed by Brett yelling, “Get a room!”
I pull back and find Miles and my nephews snickering. My mother has a loving look on her face, and then swats a hand at Brett as she takes a seat by him.
Rory hums near my ear. It’s a naughty-sounding hum. “Now there’s an idea.”
As we join what remains of my family for lunch, I can’t help but laugh at his suggestion. I don’t know if he’s referring to the room at his club or that hotel room in Bordeaux, but I count my blessings that both had a part in getting me the man at my side.
Later that night, when we’re in bed, I take in the sight beneath me as I slide down on his cock. I will never get over the contrast of doing this with the image I once had of the kind of man he was. A stack of books is on his nightstand, along with his reading glasses, as always. I can’t count how many times I’ve seen his sleepy eyes nodding off to a book in bed. Peaceful nights where we’ve done nothing more than just cuddle and snore. But not tonight. Tonight, I need him. Need him like this.
I’m fucking exhausted. We stayed at Miles’ house way longer than we had planned to. Who knew that Shane’s leaving would clear the air for more than just me? I’ve never laughed so hard or had such a good time. Maybe it was because Rory was there, and they love him—and I love him.
Maybe it’s because I’m different now that I’m with him—the man I never knew I could be.
On the drive home, we joked about getting a room but decided that we both prefer the comfort and familiarity of our big platform bed. It has too many memories in it not to be cherished. One more of the simplistic things I like about Rory.He has the means to go and do whatever he wants, but he prefers evenings at home with me.
“Get a grip, Charlie,” Shane mutters at my side. “The fucking kids are here. Don’t be sick.”
Whipping my head around, I resent the way he’s not even looking at me as he says it. His gaze is fixed on the array of food on the table. I’ve accepted over the years that we’re a bit of a dysfunctional, somewhat broken family. It’s why I tolerate more things than I would at work or in public. I don’t ever want to be the one to start trouble, especially with my mom around. She worked too hard taking care of us when I was growing up. But I can’t let it go this time. Rory means too much to me. I’m not ashamed of him or of how I feel about him. I put myself through a lot of misery, living with my head under a rock because of people like Shane and his comments. I’m not going to do it anymore. I like being…free. Rory showed me how to do that, andI refuse to tolerate anyone who disrespects the man that gave me that gift. Shane needs to know that.
“I’m looking at the man I love. There’s nothing wrong with that. If you’re worried about the kids seeing something inappropriate, then maybe you shouldn’t have had your hand on Clarissa’s ass a moment ago…or is it Amy? Sorry, it’s hard to keep track.”
It’s now that I realize he looks a little worse for wear, as though he hasn’t slept well or is possibly hungover. There are dark circles underneath his eyes, and he looks a little thinner than the last time I saw him.
Nostrils flaring, he glares at me. “You know what I meant. You practically drool all over the guy.”
Taking a step forward, I get in his space, even though I’m trembling. “I do. Just the sight of him makes my mouth water. Maybe he’s right,” I venture, giving my rock-solid brother—who could physically kick my ass—a once over, unafraid of his strength for once. “Maybe you’re jealous.”
He scoffs, and Rory appears at my side just then. Slinking an arm around my waist, he slides in close and gives me a kiss on the cheek. He’s panting and smells like sweat—all man. More of a man than my dumb-ass brother standing in front of me right now.
“Everything all right?” he asks, and I smile at his veiled protectiveness.
“Yeah. I was just telling Shane that we’d love to go out to dinner with him sometime.”
“Oh, yeah, Shane. That’d be great,” Rory enthuses, sounding genuine as always. He slaps Shane on the shoulder, and I take probably too much joy in watching my brother flinch as his face goes red. “We can get drinks afterward, maybe introduce you to some of my friends. There are a few of them that would love you.”
“Fuck off,” Shane mutters under his breath and turns on his heel.
He barks at Clarissa on his way toward the house that they’re leaving. Jesus. What an asshole. Heaving a sigh, I’m not overjoyed by the possibility that I’ve just killed whatever relationship I have with my older brother, but I feel like a weight has lifted. You can’t kill something that wasn’t breathing the right kind of life. It’s on Shane to repair this, not me.
Arms circle around my waist from behind. Rory nuzzles the side of my face with his. “I take it that means we won’t be having dinner with Shane?”
Snorting, I shake my head. Leaning back into him, I let out a sigh. “I’m sorry. He was being a dick, and I lost my temper.”
Turning me around to face him, he studies my face curiously. “You don’t sound sorry.”
“To you I am, not to him,” I murmur, tugging at a lock of his hair.
I’m aware my other brothers are still here, as well as my mom and my nephews. I don’t think I’ve ever done PDA in front of them with anyone, but I need it right now.
Brows quirking, he smirks. It’s such a good look on him. It highlights that spark of life in him that feeds my soul. “Now, I’m sorry I missed it. Did you just defend my honor?”
“Something like that,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in his shoulder.
“I don’t even know what was said, but I bet it was hot,” he mumbles against my neck.
Chuckling, I draw back and kiss the playful look right off his face. I can’t help but feel proud that he’s proud of me for standing up for us.
I hear a wolf whistle. It’s followed by Brett yelling, “Get a room!”
I pull back and find Miles and my nephews snickering. My mother has a loving look on her face, and then swats a hand at Brett as she takes a seat by him.
Rory hums near my ear. It’s a naughty-sounding hum. “Now there’s an idea.”
As we join what remains of my family for lunch, I can’t help but laugh at his suggestion. I don’t know if he’s referring to the room at his club or that hotel room in Bordeaux, but I count my blessings that both had a part in getting me the man at my side.
Later that night, when we’re in bed, I take in the sight beneath me as I slide down on his cock. I will never get over the contrast of doing this with the image I once had of the kind of man he was. A stack of books is on his nightstand, along with his reading glasses, as always. I can’t count how many times I’ve seen his sleepy eyes nodding off to a book in bed. Peaceful nights where we’ve done nothing more than just cuddle and snore. But not tonight. Tonight, I need him. Need him like this.
I’m fucking exhausted. We stayed at Miles’ house way longer than we had planned to. Who knew that Shane’s leaving would clear the air for more than just me? I’ve never laughed so hard or had such a good time. Maybe it was because Rory was there, and they love him—and I love him.
Maybe it’s because I’m different now that I’m with him—the man I never knew I could be.
On the drive home, we joked about getting a room but decided that we both prefer the comfort and familiarity of our big platform bed. It has too many memories in it not to be cherished. One more of the simplistic things I like about Rory.He has the means to go and do whatever he wants, but he prefers evenings at home with me.
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