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  Andrew suspected he wouldn’t last much longer. “Harder, then, pet?”

  “Yes! Please!”

  “Right. You’ll feel this later.” Colin’s ass tightly fisted Andrew’s cock. Thankfully, the condom helped him hold back a little. He pumped his cock into the man’s ass, flesh slapping against flesh, Colin meeting him stroke for stroke and eagerly seeking more.

  He was close, sooo blasted close! “Get ready, pet. Come for me, because I want to feel you squeezing my cock when you give it to me.”

  Colin’s head drooped as he let out a cry, and Andrew felt it, every ripple transferred through Colin’s body, from his balls to his ass, as his orgasm exploded.

  “Nicely done!” Andrew’s eyes fell closed as he took one last thrust and his balls emptied and his cum filled the condom. Remaining buried inside Colin, he braced his hands on Colin’s back and savored his own release, so rich and sweet and, honestly, a part of him he’d thought died with Peggy.

  So nice to have it back.

  Reluctantly, Andrew withdrew and climbed out of bed on slightly shaky legs to go clean up. When he returned, he found Colin had flopped onto his side, but otherwise hadn’t moved.

  Andrew lay in front of him and kissed him, pulling Colin’s hand from his now spent cock and licking and sucking the cum from his fingers as he stared into Colin’s eyes.

  A needy whine escaped Colin. “What are you doin’?”

  “Hoping to tease you. Is it working?” He sucked Colin’s thumb into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it as he held Colin’s gaze.

  Colin shoved himself over to kiss Andrew, fucking his tongue into Andrew’s mouth and hungrily acting like he wasn’t a seventy-year-old man who’d just received his first doggy-style fucking.

  More like an eighteen-year-old one.

  “Mmm. Goodness. Someone acts like they’re ready for more.”

  Colin stared down at him and nodded.

  Hooking his hand behind Colin’s neck, Andrew took control for the next kiss, rolling Colin onto his back.

  “Stay, pet.” He got up and retrieved something from his overnight bag, the gift for Colin.

  He returned, holding it up as he sat on the bed, between Colin’s now spread thighs. “Do you know what this is, love?”

  Colin shook his head.

  He reached for the tube of lube and liberally applied a coating to it. That done, he used his other hand to push Colin’s thighs wide apart. “Open up.”

  Colin reached down and grabbed his legs behind the knees, holding himself open.

  “Mmm. Excellent.” Andrew slowly worked the butt plug into Colin’s freshly fucked ass, loving the sweet moans he received in reply. Once the toy was fully seated, Andrew held up the other part of it and flicked a button.

  “Oh!” Colin’s eyes, which had fallen shut, jerked open.

  Andrew smiled. “Yes, this is a vibrating butt plug. It has many different settings, and not only will I be using it to help gain your interest when I feel like riding your cock, I’ll be using it to help keep you satisfied when my body doesn’t feel like cooperating.”

  Andrew tweaked the controller to another setting, which made Colin’s eyes fall shut again and his hips started rocking as he humped the air.

  Plus his cock started inflating.

  “Ooh, now I will have to remember that setting.” Andrew leaned in and sucked Colin’s cock, teasing him more than anything. “I’m also sure I’ll let you use it on me, but I thought you should get to have some fun first. Look at me, pet. Eyes open.”

  Colin forced his eyes open.

  Andrew smiled and placed another kiss on the tip of his cock. “I think we both know who you belong to right now, don’t we?”

  Colin nodded.

  Without looking, Andrew thumbed the controller again, enjoying how Colin’s cock had started growing thick and twitched with every bump of the butt plug against his prostate.

  “That can stay in this morning while we take care of whatever it is around here that needs taking care of. Then I’ll let you spend some time worshipping my cock while we see how many settings this thing really has. After that, I’ll suck you off. How does that sound?”

  Colin let go of his knees and sat up. “You’re going to leave this running in me?” The sweet desperation threaded through his tone made Andrew’s cock twitch.

  “For now, yes. That shouldn’t be a problem, because you’ll be naked.” Andrew widely grinned. “Such a lovely view it is, too.” He cupped Colin’s sac with his free hand. “I promised I’d take care of you in this relationship and let you spend time just being. We have a lot of things to make up for you missing over the years. I plan to cram as many of them into you as possible while I’m still able.”

  Colin burst out laughing. “Oh, boy. I’m in trouble.”

  Andrew changed the setting again, this time to a low hum, and the accompanying pitiful whine from Colin made Andrew’s cock twitch again with more interest. “Complaining, pet?”

  “No. Not at all.”

  Andrew kissed him. “Good. Because Peggy and I had a rather vigorous love life. She often joked she didn’t mind me using toys on her because they were the ‘stunt cocks’ and took unreliability out of the equation. I can see I’ll need to buy new ones for us.”

  Colin swallowed nervously. “Like…strap-ons?”

  “Not ‘like’ strap-ons. Exactly, strap-ons. And more. I can envision a morning spent sipping my coffee and watching the morning news, stretched out in bed, with your sweet ass impaled on a strap-on and me teasing your cock and making you beg for permission to come while you ride the toy.”

  “Holy shit,” Colin whispered.

  His cock finished fully inflating.

  Andrew’s gaze narrowed. “My pet likes being taken in hand, hmm?”

  Another of those adorable whimpers escaped Colin, and he nodded.

  “Then you simply leave everything to me, and I’ll make sure I take excellent care of you.” Andrew drew him into his arms and held him. “I’m not exactly a sadist, more playfully devious when it comes to sexuality. From this point forward, however, I control your orgasms. Understood?”

  Colin nodded.

  Andrew reached between Colin’s legs and encircled the man’s cock with his fingers. “Orgasms are earned rewards.” He slowly stroked Colin’s cock, just enough to tease him. “And they will be readily granted, but only I give you permission.”

  “Is this like that Master and slave stuff that was in those letters we translated for Tom?”

  “It’s…related. To a lesser extent. Along the same path, as it were, but not as intense.”

  Colin kissed him again. “Good, because I want that. With you.”

  Hmm. “Do you now?”

  Red filled Colin’s cheeks as he nodded. “I like you taking charge.”

  “Excellent. Then I suppose you and I should start having more in-depth conversations.”

  “Like what?”

  “Finances, for starters. We’ll need to sit down with an attorney and draw up paperwork to protect us.”

  “Against Susan?”

  “Against anything.” He released Colin’s cock and palmed his cheek. “We’ll need a few months together before we do anything official. Perhaps you don’t know my horrible secrets. Perhaps there are things about me you will not be able to tolerate. Dark parts of my soul.”

  Colin shook his head. “I’ve been around you and your family long enough over the past couple of weeks to know you, and that this is what I want and need. Please?”

  He brushed his thumb over Colin’s lips. “Tell me a sexual fantasy of yours. Realistic or not.”

  He answered without hesitation. “You and me alone, you sittin’ on the sofa, and me with my head in your lap, suckin’ your cock while you watch TV.”

  “Oh, lovely. Now that one we can and will make happen.” He pressed his thumb to Colin’s lips. “I mean it—I am in love with you.”

  Colin’s tongue flicked across the pad of Andre
w’s thumb. “I love you, too.”

  “Most people might be confused by seeing me with you now, after all my years with Peggy, but I won’t hide our relationship. She knew I was bisexual, and that didn’t bother her, because she knew I was true to her. Just like I shall be true to you. But can you bear that? I will hold your hand in public if I wish, and, one day, hopefully introduce you as my husband. I won’t tolerate being introduced as ‘just a friend’ to anyone. You are my boyfriend, and I am yours. We are lovers. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

  “I know. I’m okay with that.”

  “Anything you’d like to add?”

  “Yeah.” Colin squirmed a little. “Can you please turn that up some more? It feels really good.”

  Andrew thoroughly snogged him that time. “Of course, pet.” He changed the setting and smiled at how Colin’s eyelids fluttered shut for a moment before he got his wits back. “Better?”

  “Yeah. What do you want me to do first?”

  “Well, I believe you’d mentioned wanting to start sorting through things.” Andrew lay back on the bed. “But first, I think I’d like to work on your cock worshipping skills for a little while.”

  As Colin changed position and eagerly sucked Andrew’s cock down, Andrew stared into the man’s green eyes and stroked his head. “Yeeesss, pet. Exactly like that. That’s lovely.” He thought maybe this was what heaven felt like, and wondered how long they’d have together, or if their happiness would be tragically cut short by others, or maybe even by his own actions. “So very lovely, indeed.”

  Chapter Two

  By the time Andrew left Colin’s house Saturday afternoon to head home, they’d each managed to come once more, took a long shower together, and didn’t get nearly as much work taken care of around Colin’s as they’d originally discussed doing.

  Colin was going to bring over a load of clothes and other things to keep at Andrew’s, and would be following in his own car in an hour or so, once a load of laundry finished running.

  After making a few stops on the way home, Andrew had a couple of activities he wanted to accomplish with the house to himself, while Karen, Bill, and Chloe were out for the afternoon and not underfoot. Then he grabbed his shopping list and headed over to Nevvie’s, where from the looks of things when he let himself in the front door it appeared he’d missed something…momentous.

  Unfortunately, Crystal, Tyler’s publicist, was also there, huddled over a laptop with Nevvie.

  And there was no sign of Zoey.

  “Nev, what’s going on?”

  “Hi, Dad. Ty—” She made an unmistakable motion to Tyler to get his attention and for him to handle Andrew’s question.

  “Right.” Tyler stood and led his father down the hall to his office, locking them in. “It’s…been a morning.”

  “What happened? Is Zoey all right?”

  Tyler hadn’t shaved that morning, and he ran a hand over the stubble along both cheeks, and his goatee and mustache. “Cole Johnson was murdered overnight.”

  “What?”

  “Hunters found his body this morning, in the woods behind his house. He doesn’t live far from here, apparently. He was shot, but I don’t have any other details besides that. Police won’t release information because of the ongoing investigation.”

  Andrew stared at him. “Where did this happen, exactly?”

  When Tyler told him, Andrew’s eyebrows arched. “Ah. So that’s why we saw all the police cars pass by early this morning at Colin’s. He lives close to there. In fact, if it’s where I’m thinking, we’ve walked past it before, several times, including yesterday evening.”

  “Yes, well…it’s left us in an interesting position.” Tyler slumped against the edge of his desk. “And by interesting, I mean complicated. On the one hand, I’d love to thank whomever did it. On the other, now we’re being looked at as suspects. Not just we, but Nevvie, specifically.”

  Andrew’s pulse spiked. “What? But why?”

  Tyler held up his hands. “It’s all right, Dad. We’ll get it sorted. Please don’t get upset. We gave them the info for our alarm company. They can pull all the logs from their servers and show that no one left the house during the time Cole Johnson could have been killed. And Bob issued a threat to PR bomb them for the cock-up of letting Zoey’s name get released and spread via social media, and for not having the bastard locked up to start with.”

  “The little wanker attacked more girls than just Zoey. We all know that. It could be any number of people who killed him.”

  “We know. But, unfortunately, Nevvie is the only mother who screamed various explicit and extremely specific, violent threats at Cole to murder him, while at the police station, during our interview with them yesterday morning. Mere hours before someone actually murdered him.”

  Andrew’s gut tensed. “Oh, no.” He hadn’t heard about that yesterday.

  “Oh, yes.” Tyler looked weary, and Andrew wished there was more he could do for them other than sit back and…wait. “Bob will sort it all out,” Tyler asserted. “He’s good. Never fear, the police will soon shift their focus from us.” He ran a hand through his hair. “It’s their process, isn’t it? They must eliminate the most obvious suspects first.”

  “And…Nevvie? They must clear her, right?”

  “Right. She was with us all last night, and the alarm logs will prove we didn’t leave the house. None of us.” He waved at the ceiling. “We have those motion sensor cameras outside, front and back. They snap away and send pictures to the server when it detects someone coming or going. They might not believe us, but they can’t deny the alarm company’s evidence. I’d thought it a silly expense, at first, but thank goodness Tom talked me into it when we got it.”

  Andrew relaxed a little. “Yes, I can see that. So…is Zoey all right then?”

  “We’ll survive this as a family.” He pushed off from the desk and hugged Andrew. “All of us. And thank you for standing with us.”

  Andrew closed his eyes as he held his son. “I’d do anything for any of you. Anything. I love you, son.”

  “I love you, too, Dad.”

  * * * *

  Tyler knew how upsetting this must be for his father, but he truly didn’t want him agitating himself over it at his age. He’d had a mild heart attack a few years ago, and stress like this couldn’t be good for him.

  When Tyler ended their embrace, his father spoke. “So, that girl, Crystal? Isn’t she the one you told me you found a bit…brash?”

  “Not so much brash as…intense. Overwhelming. Why? Don’t you like her?”

  “I don’t know her well enough to make that decision.”

  “Well, regardless of my initial impressions of her, she has proven herself in terms of her job. Nevvie’s been working with her on promotions for my books. Then when all this happened with Zoey, she was here and…”

  He forced a smile. “Let’s just say that while I’m not sure my initial opinion of her was completely fair or accurate, I’m not objecting to her being here. She has been helpful. If nothing else, to give Nevvie a healthy outlet. Perhaps her youth and energy are more the issue than her personality. I won’t befriend her to the level Nevvie is. And, fortunately, Crystal has insisted on a level of formality between her and myself as her client, so I suppose that’s a good thing, right?”

  “If you say so, son.”

  “If I wrote the plot to this whole mess, my editor would call me and ask if I were drunk or high. It’s unbelievable. Not even Augustine’s various misdeeds have this many twists and turns in the plots.”

  “Life is stranger than fiction.”

  “True. Oh, what did you come over for, I’m sorry. We got side-tracked.”

  He held up a shopping list. “I’m going to the grocery store. Need anything?”

  “No, thanks. We’re fine for now, I believe. I should probably get back out there and see if they need me.”

  Although, truthfully, he’d rather do anything but. He eyed Marcus’ laptop,
which now sat on his desk, next to his own. He still had files to sort through, files that Marcus had left to him. Glancing up at the shelf over his desk, he stared at the two urns and the picture of Marcus and Jean-Claude there.

  “Son?”

  “Sorry. Wool-gathering.” Tyler headed for the office door. “I’m not used to so much activity around here, and it’s left me feeling guilty that I wish to escape to my make-believe worlds of demons and serial killers.”

  “If there’s anything I can do, please, let me know.”

  “Nothing at this time.” Tyler bitterly laughed. “Unless you can produce footage of whomever took care of Cole Johnson for us. I daresay I’d be vivisected in the press for admitting this publicly, but they should receive a public service medal.”

  “I don’t think any rational person could fault you for feeling like that, considering what he did to Zoey and others.”

  “Maybe.” He saw his father out the front door and stood in the entry, observing the activity. Crystal and Nevvie huddled around a laptop, Tom nearby and listening, talking to them.

  Mikey and Willow had retreated, likely to their rooms.

  And…Zoey.

  He skirted through the entry and around the living room to the stairs and headed up. Zoey’s door was open only a crack, and he lightly rapped on it.

  “Sweetheart?”

  “Yeah.” Even her voice didn’t sound like her.

  He pushed her door open. All the lights were off and she had her blinds drawn. The only light in the room came from the TV, which currently played Alien. She sat at the head of her bed, her quilt swaddled around her, one Peggy had made for her when she was little.

  Tyler closed the door behind him and walked over to sit on the end of the bed. “How are you doing?” There’d been a marked downturn in her mood now from how she’d been responding earlier, just over the past few hours.

  “I wish everyone would stop asking me that.” Her voice sounded too soft, no edge to it, no light.

  No laughter or joy.

  Not that he expected laughter or joy considering the whirlwind that now consumed them, but…he’d expected at least a modicum of relief that she wouldn’t be put through a trial, and even that cold comfort didn’t seem to soothe her.