Page 36 of Unexpectedly You (Boston Boys Bozok #1)

Chapter Nineteen

Alex

Saturday night at Johnny’s is a zoo, and even though I’m far from the only employee here, I’m taking orders and making drinks and schmoozing customers until I’m ready to collapse.

And even though I saw Bentley just this morning, I miss him like crazy and am aching to get back to him.

We haven’t had much time for each other the past couple of days with our work schedules differing, so we’ve barely talked, and the only thing we’ve done sexually is exchange hurried blow jobs each morning before he leaves for work and I fall back asleep for a couple more hours.

I’m still eager to have my turn fucking him and seeing if I can make him come as undone as he made me.

And we still need to try docking, which I’m really hoping will happen soon as well.

I’m returning to the bar after taking a couples’ order when I see Tommy through the crowd, and even though there’s people moving around him and the man he’s talking to, I recognize him immediately as Cyrus.

And my brother is livid, if the color on his face and his body language are anything to go by.

He’s poking a finger at the older man while the other hand is clenched in a fist at his side, and though I can’t hear what he’s saying I know it’s not, “It’s good to see you. ”

Fuck, Tommy is tearing into the guy in front of everyone, though fortunately most people aren’t paying them any attention.

And Cyrus looks absolutely miserable. But Tommy seems like he couldn’t care less.

I’ve known my brother for a long time and he’s not one to forgive easily, so if that's what Cyrus wants he’s going to have to do a lot of groveling, or have one hell of an explanation for why he left my brother and Pierre in the dark as long as he did.

And poor Pierre was just starting to come around and accept that he might not see the older man again, from what I understand.

I know that the anger and hurt I’m seeing in my brother’s eyes isn’t because of how Cyrus treated him.

It’s about how he made Pierre feel. Tommy is ferociously protective of his husband and with good reason, and making Pierre hurt will get you in trouble with him faster than anything.

I’m still staring at them when Cyrus nods dejectedly and then moves away from Tommy, who makes his way back to the bar where I’m still making drinks.

I can tell he’s trying to hold himself together, but I can’t imagine he’s okay after not seeing the man for months and then having him show up here again.

“You okay?” I ask, and he nods. I know he’s not okay at all, but I can’t grab him and pull in for a hug like I want to right now. Fuck, he looks so upset. “Why don’t you take a break?” I suggest. “We can handle it out here for a while without you.”

I’m expecting him to ignore me, because that’s who he is, always toughing it out and putting other people before himself. But to my relief, he nods .

“I’ll be in my office if anyone needs me,” he says.

Ten minutes later when I go back there to see how he’s doing, I hear him sobbing quietly through the door, and my heart shatters.

Fuck.

Biting my lip, and preparing to get my head bitten off, I slowly twist the handle on the door and let myself in. The second Tommy hears the sound of the door clicking open he’s wiping his tears and sitting up straight.

“Fuck, Alex, what are you doing back here?” he asks, his eyes red and tear tracks streaking down his cheeks.

“Checking on you. Do you wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head. “No, not right now.”

“Okay, well can I give you a hug?”

He scowls. “Do you have to?”

“I think so,” I say. “I hate seeing you cry. You’re my baby brother. It’ll be fast.”

He chuckles softly and wipes away more tears. “Fine.”

He complains, but I think he secretly loves my hugs. I move behind the desk where he’s sitting and pull him to his feet before wrapping my arms around him and squeezing him tightly, not letting go for several seconds.

“You said fast,” he grouses, even as he cries some more.

“This is fast, for me,” I tease, and that gets a laugh out of him.

“Let go of me.”

I release him and press a kiss to his forehead, which he wipes away as I grin. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, baby brother,” I say.

He sighs but he seems a bit better. “Yeah, I hope so.”

When I get home that night I’m so exhausted I barely manage to get my clothes off before I fall into bed in my underwear and scoot close to Bentley, taking him in my arms .

I know how happy my brother and Pierre are for me and Bentley, but I hope that whatever is going on with them and Cyrus gets worked out, and that they can be as happy as the two of us are. If there are any two people in the world who deserve good things, it’s my brother and his husband.

Bentley

I smell Alex’s scent before my eyes are even open the next morning, his honey and vanilla body wash clinging to the sheets and making me crave him. I’m hard and ready to pounce on him when I open my eyes and see him staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head.

“Morning,” I say, and he looks at me. A small smile creases his lips.

“Morning, cowboy.”

“Everything okay?”

He looks back to the ceiling and sighs and I scoot closer, tucking myself against him. My erection is pressed against his hip but it’s not my priority right now. He folds his arm around me and kisses the top of my head.

Marble, who had been snoozing at the foot of the bed, stands and stretches, then climbs across my legs and plops down on Alex’s stomach. He smiles and scratches her neck, making her purr loudly.

“Just worried about Tommy and Pierre,” he says finally. “Cyrus was at the bar last night and he and Tommy had words, and I just hate seeing him unhappy.”

“That’s one of the things I like about you,” I tell him, tilting my head to look up at him as I trail my finger over his torso. “You care so much for the people around you and hate to see them hurting.”

“But?” he says, raising an eyebrow.

“No but. I just think this is something you’ll have to let them work through on their own, and just be there to support them, like you have been. I think though, that they will be okay.”

He places his hand on my cheek and strokes it, then brings his lips to mine.

I move up a bit so I can kiss him back, and he shifts his hips, making Marble scramble off of him as he scoots down and rolls on top of me, never breaking the kiss.

I moan into his mouth, feeling his hard dick against mine and shove my hips up, seeking friction.

God, this man drives me wild. Just being near him, smelling him, thinking about him, hearing his voice, his laugh, seeing that smile; every fucking thing about him makes me hard.

He moves against me, deepening the kiss and letting out a moan. He kisses me slow and languid, the pleasure building with each glide of his cock, each brush of his lips and swipe of his tongue until I’m in danger of coming in my underwear yet again.

I whimper when he sucks on my tongue and then bites down on my bottom lip and tugs, making my cock jerk and ooze precum.

“I believe,” Alex rasps, “it’s my gorgeous cowboy’s turn to bottom.” He nibbles on my bottom lip again. “What do you think, baby? Want my cock inside that pretty hole?”

I tremble at his words. “Yes.” My precum is leaking through my underwear by now and wetting his briefs as well. “Fuck me, darling.”

Alex kisses me deeply a few more times, making my dick jerk again.

He moans into my mouth before pulling away.

“Love this perfect cock,” he says, brushing against me a few times before he slides down my legs and removes my briefs.

There’s a rather large wet spot on the front, and Alex brings the underwear to his face and breathes them in as if smelling the sweetest flower, his eyes closed and his dick hard as steel, tenting his own underwear.

Fuck, that’s hot, him practically getting drunk off my scent.

“God, I love how much you leak, cowboy,” he says, “and how fucking amazing you smell. I’m gonna make you come so hard your body is covered in your spunk, and then I’m going to swallow every last drop.

” He drops the underwear on the bed and proceeds to remove his own.

Then he’s looking at me with so much desire in his eyes that it makes me shiver, before he says, “Spread those legs for me, baby. Show me what’s mine. ”

My hole spasms and I gasp as I do as he says, spreading wide for him, giving him everything he’s asking for.

“Alex,” I breathe as he leans down and buries his face in my ass, inhaling deeply and moaning as he does.

He presses kisses to my taint that have me trembling, and even more precum dripping from my cock.

Then he’s licking a stripe from my taint to my hole and moaning so loudly that between that and the incredible pleasure I feel when his tongue slides over my hole, I have to grab my dick to keep from coming.

“Alex,” I say again, breathless as he repeats the gesture. “Fuck, baby, wait.”

He lifts his head, spit dripping down his chin, his pupils blown wide and cock straining.

My chest is heaving as I stare at him. His gaze heats even more, and I see his dick twitch when he looks at the thick pool of precum on my stomach and sliding down my cock.

He really does love that I leak so fucking much.

“Fuck, look at you,” he purrs. “Look how fucking wet you are for me. You’re ready to come for me already, aren’t you baby?

” He leans forward and licks a stripe up my dick that has me whimpering, and then he’s pressing kisses to it, making it twitch repeatedly, before he sucks the head into his mouth and suckles .

“Fuck!” I shout, and he pops off of me, grinning. Shit, this man is a menace.

“I’m not going to complain if you come before I get inside you,” he says.

I shake my head. “No, I don’t want to. Please. I need to feel you.”