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Chapter 27

Jahmar

T he crunching of tyres on the pebbled drive rouses me from my drunken nap. If Mum has decided to pay me a surprise visit, I might have to take a swim in the sea with a bag of rocks tied around my neck. I am not in the mood for her chipper shit.

Multiple car doors slamming shut force me out of my lounging position. Oh god, she better not have brought Aunty Julie. Although, if it were my mum and my aunt, I’d hear them yapping by now as they come up the drive. Several unfamiliar, mumbled voices trickle through the thin windows and wooden door. I unhook the latch and swing it open ready to tell whoever it is to get lost.

“Fuck!” I yelp as Anders’ fist flies at my face.

“That’s for drugging me.” Then he knees me in the stomach, causing me to keel over. “And that’s for leaving me.”

I clutch my stomach, howling out every swear word I know. It looks like my little lion knows how to hunt, after all.

“And they say romance is dead,” says Anders’ black haired friend. They climb over me and head straight to the kitchen.

The human reincarnation of a ginger King Charles Spaniel bounds towards me and helps me up, hugging me fiercely.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m Cameron, and that’s Sage, aka my lover.”

Sage makes a fake gagging sound and proceeds to pour themselves a glass of wine.

What the fuck is going on? Have I woken up in another dimension?

“Hold on, I’m confused. How did you find me?” I ask.

“Contacted your mum and went for a little visit; lovely woman. Although a bit too chatty for my liking. We didn’t even have to try hard to get her to tell us where you were,” Sage replies while checking the fridge.

For fuck’s sake, Mum.

Well, there was only so long I could bury my head in the sand.

I reach the front door to find Anders on the drive, kicking my mum’s rose bush; she won’t like that—rather the bush than my nuts, though.

Slipping my trainers on, I risk approaching the wild beast.

“Sweetheart.”

Wild eyes shoot in my direction, icy blue irises almost invisible in his rage. “I will bite a fucking chunk out of you if you call me sweetheart right now.”

“Promises, promises,” I tease.

“No, Jahmar, no more jokes, no more games. Do you understand what you’ve put me through over the past two weeks?”

“You act like I didn’t suffer, too! That it didn’t fucking kill me to find out who your brother is.”

Anders releases a huff, and his shoulders sink in defeat. “I know, but I’m mad. So fucking mad about how everything played out.”

“I get it, sweetheart.”

He scowls at me but doesn’t move to take a chunk out of me—it’s a small feat.

I ease closer, shrinking my shoulders and making myself small so as to not spook him.

“Hey, guys, erm, don’t come in for five to ten minutes, ok?” Sage calls out.

“Make it twenty,” Cameron adds as Sage slams the door.

Great, strangers are in my house fucking, and I’m stuck outside with an angry cub.

A gust of salty air swirls around me, making me shudder. I look down at myself in my plaid pyjama bottoms and a thin t-shirt and watch as the skin on my arms pebbles.

Anders removes his long-black coat and holds it out to me. He aggressively shakes it at me when I don’t take it right away. I reach for it, almost afraid he’ll snap my hand off.

He’s left wearing a thick black jumper, black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and black Converse; never one for colour. He’s the human personification of a stormy night. Luckily for him, I don’t mind the rain.

I tremble as I wrap his coat around me, pulling the collar tight around my neck and inhaling deeply—it smells a lot like home.

“Let’s take a walk.” Anders twists on his heel before I can respond.

It’s dusk, gloomy as hell, and I’m in my pyjamas. Still, not even a hurricane could stop me from following him into the darkness.

I run to catch up with him, but he increases his pace.

He swings an arm out, and I slam into it. “I’m gonna need you to walk a few paces behind me because I’m not sure if I want to punch or kiss you, and seeing your pretty fucking face doesn’t help.”

“Fine.” I chuckle—he’s always so dramatic.

We walk for about five minutes before we reach a steep hill, which is littered with cute shops and cafes, leading down to the bay.

“I’m sorry for drugging you,” I eventually say when the silence is too deafening.

We pass a young couple bundled up in scarves and coats, walking their dog.

“What else?” Anders eventually asks.

“I’m sorry for fighting you and threatening to kill your brother, although he really does deserve it.”

Anders’ steps stutter, so I close the distance, placing a light hand on the small of his back. The second I apply pressure he sets off walking again.

“You’re missing the most important thing, Jay.”

Fuck when he calls me that, it does something to my chest like there’s extra pressure squeezing my heart.

“I don’t know what else you want me to say, Anders. The whole thing was a mess. We both lost our heads. But one thing I know for sure is I don’t regret getting my revenge.”

Anders swings around and shoves me. “You left!” Fire burns in his eyes, and his chest heaves as the first raindrops splatter around us. I’d think he controlled the weather if I didn’t know any better.

“You left me there, high as a kite and alone. I had no idea if you’d killed my brother, not that I care about that twat now, but at that moment, I was fucking terrified and alone.”

“I’m sorry, I should have stayed.”

Droplets of water trickle down his rosy cheeks. I can’t be sure if it’s rain or tears, probably both.

The flash of lightning and crackle of thunder force our eyes up towards the seething sky. Anders turns from me and starts lightly jogging down the hill until he darts into a small pub—I guess I’m going for a pint in my pyjamas.

I follow him in and watch as he darts into one of the empty side rooms with a pool table. I step inside of the room but can’t see him. As I move in further, it seems empty. The door slams behind me and I twist around to find Anders stalking towards me. My arse slams against the pool table as he lunges for me, damp lips smashing against my own, eliciting a surprised yelp from me.

Anders is kissing me.

After all this fuckery, he’s still mine.

Anders

Anger and lust bubble inside me as I claim what’s mine once again. This is not how I imagined our reunion going. I planned on having a civilised chat, but arguing in the rain and desperate kisses seem pretty on brand for us.

I moan as Jahmar clamps down on my lower lip, trying to yield control. That’s not how we do things around here, and he fucking knows it.

Wrapping my fist in his curly hair, I yank his head back, making him whimper. Heavy eyes grill me as we pant in sync.

“Turn around, baby,” I murmur.

“Oh fuck, yes. I need you.”

I guide him around, slamming his front against the pool table, and then tug the coat from his shoulders. He helps me by shuffling out of it, and I fling it across the room, not caring where it lands.

I lean over him, massaging his arse cheeks through the flimsy bottoms. Nibbling on his earlobe, I taste his salty skin mixed with rainwater, and he quivers beneath me. I grind my pulsing cock against his bum while he rocks back against me, adding delicious friction.

“Please, Anders, I need to feel you.” God, he begs so sweetly.

Putting him out of his misery, I yank his pj’s down to his knees, and he gasps, probably loud enough to be heard in the quiet pub. The sudden realisation about where we are hits me, but I’ve never needed to reconnect with him so much. I want to wash away any doubts and prove to him that the fucked up thing my brother did doesn’t have to tarnish what we have.

“One second.”

Jahmar watches me over his shoulder with desperate eyes as I shove a chair under the handle to stop it from opening. Rushing back to him, I tap his ankle with the toe of my shoe, encouraging him to widen his stance. His trousers tangle around his ankles, but he stretches his legs apart as far as possible, leaving enough room for me to find his hole.

I pull one of his cheeks to the side and run my middle finger down his crack to find his pucker sticky with lube and loose.

“Who the fuck have you been playing with?” I growl, releasing my hold on his arse cheeks and watching them wobble.

“No one, just myself, thinking of you, only you .”

His words set off a blazing fire within me. I slide my middle finger into him without warning, and he cries out in pleasure.

“So, while I’ve been losing my fucking mind, searching for you, you’ve been fingering this slutty little hole, making yourself come without my permission.” I tut at him, hooking my finger to prod at his prostate.

“Yeees, I’m sorry. I’ve been bad, I know. Make me pay, little lion. Make me suffer.”

“Oh, you’re going to pay.” I spread him wide, leaning down to spit on his entrance before shoving another finger in.

Jahmar’s hands strain against the green felt, and he sends several balls flying across the pool table, giving me a sick idea of how to make him pay for coming without me. He’s always loved to play games; I’m sure this one will be no exception.

I abruptly remove my fingers and drag him up so he’s standing on shaky legs. Handing him a cue, he looks at me dumbfounded.

“For every ball you pot, you get a finger back in your greedy hole.”

“What?” he basically squeaks.

“After you pot three, I’ll reward you with my cock.”

“Oh god, please, no. I can’t wait, I need you now.”

“I thought you liked playing games with me?” I smirk at him.

Usually, he holds all the cards, but whenever we’re like this together, it sets off a carnal need within me; I become the lion he always claims I am. It’s a privilege to know that despite what happened to him, he wants to submit to me and trusts me to take care of him.

He groans in frustration, then awkwardly walks around the table with his legs tied and leans over to take a shot. As he’s about to shoot, I dip a finger into his dripping hole, causing him to miss the shot.

“You little prick,” he complains, although I catch the smile that teases his lips as he turns to face me.

Wow, this is fun.

He moves into a better position, and I follow him with my finger still shoved up his arse. He attempts a few more shots before finally potting one.

“Well done, baby. Two more to go.”

“You’re a real sadist when you want to be, do you know that?” He scowls at me over his shoulder before leaning over the table to take another shot.

As he attempts another shot, I slip another finger into his hole, making him miss.

“Jesus Christ,” Jahmar hisses.

I work my fingers in and out of him, pulling him closer to climax.

He shoves his fist in his mouth, biting down hard to stop his enthusiastic moans as I plough into him.

I still my hand because he’s getting precariously close.

“No, don’t stop. Please. You’re killing me.”

“Come on, two more, baby. That red one is practically in the hole.”

He huffs but scrambles to shoot, potting the red ball. “Oh, thank god.”

He’s set himself up pretty nicely for the next one. Removing my fingers, I pull down my zipper and release myself. Jahmar’s head shoots around, and his eyes sparkle as he takes in my cock.

“Take these bottoms off; I need you to spread wider for what I’m about to do.”

“What if someone comes in?” he asks, biting his lower lip sinfully.

“I couldn’t give a fuck, but if you want to stop, we can.” I kiss the nape of his neck, and he experiences full-body shivers.

“God, no, I want to keep playing.”

“Good.”

Jahmar somehow manages to wiggle out of his pj’s, keeping his trainers on. He leans forward over the pool table, but I need a better view. Grabbing one of his legs, I hike it up so his knee rests on the table, exposing that perfect pucker. His dick dangles between his legs, throbbing and dripping pre-cum all over the side of the table. I crouch, pulling his glistening head back to my mouth and smearing it all over my lips. His legs tremble so wildly that his knee slips; I grab it and shove it back on the table’s ledge.

I climb back to my feet and rub my end over his winking hole.

“Baby, one more shot, you can do it.”

He whimpers in response and lines up the cue.

I push the end of my cock against his hole, stretching it the tiniest amount but not fully slipping past the first ring.

Jahmar’s chest heaves, and his whole body vibrates. Pulling back, he takes the shot.

“Yesss,” he cheers or cries, it’s hard to tell, he’s a fucking mess.

I push past his entrance and glide home. We moan in tandem as his heat suffocates me. I swear I hear fucking angels sing because nothing has ever felt this heavenly.

Pulling all the way back, I admire my dick stretching him open, then slam forward, securing his leg so it doesn’t slip as I pummel him into submission.

I bend my knees slightly so my curved cock can drag against his sweet spot, and then I lose it, fucking his hole harder than I ever have before. When things start to dry up, I dribble spit on my dick to keep it gliding into him smoothly.

“Let me see you,” Jahmar begs.

Slipping out and flipping him around, I lift him onto the table, and I slide between his legs, push them back and re-enter him. He collapses backwards onto the pool table, looking like a model with the overhead lights highlighting every delicious groove of his gorgeous body. Jahmar’s dick bobs and dribbles pre-cum all over his tummy as I fuck into him.

“That’s the spot, I’m gonna come,” he cries out.

How we haven’t been caught yet is a mystery to me, but I can’t worry about that now. I need my man to come.

“Yes, don’t stop,” his voice raises.

“Shh, baby.” I lean over him, grab his neck from behind and claim his lips to keep him quiet.

Our tongues lash as he moans into my mouth before his whole body stiffens and he pumps thick cum all over his stomach and my black jumper. The way his channel throbs and squeezes my dick is enough to set me off. I flood his hole with the buckets of cum I’ve been saving for him.

I release his lips, gasping and panting as I lean back and take in where our bodies connect. My hips keep pumping until I’m too sensitive, and when I pull out, cum gushes from his hole, dribbling on the pool table beneath his arse.

“Such a waste,” I murmur before pushing his thighs further apart and delving in, licking and sucking my cum dripping from his hole. I use my tongue to tickle at that sexy as fuck piercing.

“Oh god, you’re a fucking beast,” he says breathlessly.

I chuckle against his rim, swiping it several times until he’s as clean as a whistle. His thick thighs tremble in my hands. I release his legs and kiss my way up his stomach, flicking his nipple with my tongue as he vibrates from overstimulation beneath me. Moving to his collarbone and neck, sealing the moment with a kiss on his full lips. I box him in with my arms and look down at him.

Jahmar’s eyes glisten with unshed tears. “You came after me,” he says just above a whisper.

“I did. I’ll never stop hunting you.”

“I don’t doubt it, little lion.” Jahmar lets out a rumbustious chuckle.

I’m about to respond when he crushes his lips against mine in a brutal kiss. A whole army of intense emotions flood me, and my body comes alive. It’s like for the past twenty-eight years, I’ve been comatose, and only now I’m alive.

I help him stand, grab his bottoms and help him climb into them as he leans on my shoulders.

“I choose you, Jay. I’m sorry if you ever doubted that and thought I’d put Chris first after what he did.”

“I know.” He strokes my cheek tenderly like I’m some sort of precious baby animal that needs protecting. Which is ridiculous considering how I just took him.

Both of our eyes swell as we take each other in. I’m literally at his feet, kneeling for him, and somehow, it seems sentimental. I usually want to be in control, the one watching over others, but for him, I’d bow.

A harsh knock at the door makes us both freeze.

“Shit,” I hiss, tucking my limp cock away and standing.

Jahmar fumbles to right his clothes and grabs my coat, slipping into it at lightning speed.

“You’ve got two minutes to get out of there. You’re lucky I didn’t call the police.”

We stare at each other wide-eyed. Fuck, we really did get lost in the heat of the moment. When we hear the footsteps retreat, we laugh at how absurd this is.

I use my sleeve to scrub at the felt spoiled by our cum, cringing when there’s still a noticeable stain.

We leave the room hand in hand. I’m pretty sure my cheeks are the colour of an old phone box.

“So, what can I get you?” a woman behind the bar smirks at us, making her eyebrows dance.

Guilt about soiling the table gets the better of me, so I approach the bar.

“We’ll have two bottles of your nicest prosecco, please?”

Jahmar gives my hand two little squeezes and grins at me, totally unaffected by the fact we’ve been caught fucking in a pub.

“To go,” I blurt out.