The Dark Angels: Tied Together (24 page)

Robin’s mouth was by his ear, licking and kissing his neck.

“You feel so good. I love you, Josh.” More sexy bites marking Josh’s neck were placed. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, almost.” Josh said. Robin’s hand stroked his cock faster. “Oh. Yeah. Like that. Almost. Oh! God! I love you!” He felt like he was coming inside and out. His body shook as it spurted out his essence.

Robin’s teeth bit down hard and Josh could feel his ass being filled. The hot wetness jetting into him seemed to extend Josh’s pleasure, completing it. When Robin was finally done, Josh fell face first on the bed bringing Robin right down with him.

Years may have passed before Josh could move again. Robin was giggling. With a herculean effort Josh turned his head.

“What?”

Grinning at Josh, Robin said, “So do you like my or elses?”

Josh’s laugh barked out. “Definitely.” He turned so he could brush the messy hair out of Robin’s eyes. “And for the record,
Master
enjoys being played.”

“And played with…” Robin’s giggles echoed off the walls as sleep claimed Josh.

“And that’s why I kicked them out of the house!” Josh’s father spat out the words with venom.

Robin and Josh sat there stunned. Even though Megan had warned them, nothing prepared them for what they were witnessing. The guys wanted to watch it with them, but Josh wanted to be alone with Robin to deal with the fallout. They sat there in some hotel somewhere in southern California, watching the monster of their childhood tell lies on the new popular celebrity television show,
Rock News Now
. The focus was on music and the people in the industry but really it was little better than a gossipy tabloid.

Josh’s father was claiming to also be Robin’s father. He was spinning tales that didn’t make sense and didn’t seem to follow any kind of time line. He was just lumping false accusations upon them with no rhyme or reason other than revenge.

The blonde female
reporter
, and Josh would use that term lightly when referring to her livelihood, seemed to be salivating over the salacious details that Robin’s stepfather was spewing. She was licking her lips as if she were savoring something delicious.

“So you are saying you were unfaithful to your first wife with the woman you eventually married because she had your child?

Robin?”

He looked up to the right as if he were trying to follow the details she was playing back to him that he had spewed to her.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Are you saying the boys knew this?” She tilted her pretty blonde hair as if it would help her listen.

“Of course, um, they knew.” He kept moving in his seat like he had ants in his pants.

“And you are saying they were having sex? All over the house without a care for privacy or discretion?”

He frowned and scrunched up his face. “Yes.” The man was hamming it up. He even covered his face like the admission had hurt him. “I’m writing a book about the pain of it…”

Book? Dear Lord, the fucker wrote a book. I can’t even look at Robin!

Smiling into the camera, she didn’t take the bait that would allow him to plug his book. Instead she asked, “So you had begged them to stop their naughty relationship but they didn’t.”

The way she panted over the word
naughty
, worried Josh that her breathlessness would make her pass out.

“That’s right.” The monster dragged his eyes up out of the reporter’s deep cleavage, trying to pay attention. “They were brothers and they were being…
gay
.” He said it like it was a disease. No faking his disapproval of the gay life style. “So I had to kick them out. I couldn’t have that going on under my roof. I was so upset.” He tried to pull off a sad look but failed.

“I bet you were.” The report looked into the camera with sympathy. “Two boys without even finishing high school deserved to be pushed out onto the streets for being
gay
?”

“Josh was eighteen.” He tried to justify his lovely parenting.

“And Robin was almost eighteen.” Their ‘father’ frowned and looked more confused. “Well, yes… I mean what was I to do?

They’re brothers.” He tried to look helpless but instead just looked mean.

“Right. Who could blame you?” Her sympathy vanished as if it were never there. “But they aren’t related, are they?”

“Well, um, yes they are.” He looked uncomfortable as if he’d ingested milk gone sour. “But before their mother died…God rest her soul…we had Robin’s last name changed to mine.”

“Yes, but why was that? Wasn’t your name listed on his birth certificate as his father?” The reporter’s eyes gleamed as if she had an insect pinned to a slide under a microscope.

A picture of Robin’s birth certificate was flashed on the screen.

“How did they get that?” Robin asked, surprised and a bit unnerved by the invasion.

Josh shrugged and kept watching. A red computer generated pen circled the spot that said Unknown for the father’s name.

The TV flipped back to the studio where Josh’s father was lying to the reporter. He continued with the falsehoods by adding, “That was her intention, but her family wouldn’t allow it.”

“I was under the assumption that she had no family.” The reporter jumped on the misrepresentation with glee.

“Oh, well, yes, um…” He covered his face again. “We were going to fix that but she died too soon.” His father worked himself up enough to have misty eyes.

“So you honored her intentions by never officially adjusting the paperwork for Robin and by kicking them out of the house?”

“Well, um…It wasn’t like that.”

“What was it like?” She allowed him rope then gleefully tugged it back.

“They were out of control. They were running wild. Doing unspeakable things everywhere. I was a single parent and I had my hands full.”

Her blonde curls didn’t move as she nodded her head.

“Unspeakable things you say? Uncontrollable? So tell me why the man that took them in off the streets said nothing of the kind.”

A clip from Uncle Leo’s shop in Santa Cruz came on. Josh and Robin had talked to him the day before and he had told them all about the excitement of being interviewed, but one never knew how it would be spliced together.

“So Uncle Leo, may I call you that?” the blonde reporter asked.

“Of course, my dear.” Uncle Leo politely ignored her attempt at flirting with him.

Her smile looked sincere. “So tell me about the
twins
, Uncle Leo.”

“Well, first they aren’t twins my dear. But they are musical geniuses.”

“They were living on the streets…” Drawing him back to where she wanted him to tell the story.

“I was being beaten up by two ruffians and Robin and Josh charged across the street to save me. Then they carried my groceries home and I invited them to have dinner with me. We had,” Uncle Leo thought for a moment. “Tacos. And they were delicious. I use salsa instead of water with the mix.”

Smiling at Uncle Leo’s cooking tips, the blonde brought him back around to the story he had to tell. “Were they troubled, Uncle Leo?”

“Troubled? The jackass that called himself their father kicked them out on the streets. They hadn’t graduated high school so they couldn’t even get a job. I hate to imagine what they might have had to do if they hadn’t rescued me that night. But they did because they are sweet, good boys.”

“Did they know how to play music when they met you?”

“Oh, no. I will take the credit for showing them the basics, but Josh could pick up any instrument and master it within days.

And Robin, oh gentle Robin writes such beautiful lyrics and plays the piano so beautifully.” He pulled a napkin out of his jacket and wiped his eyes. “I am sorry. I just wished my Betsy could have met them. She would have been as proud of them as I am.”

Robin touched a hand to his heart and sniffed for Uncle Leo.

Josh put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him but still couldn’t look at him. He couldn’t go back to the way things were. He didn’t care what his father claimed.

“Do you see them still?”

Uncle Leo laughed. “Oh, of course. They set me up with FaceTime so I see them almost every day. I also go to concerts.”

He unbuttoned his shirt to show off his latest concert shirt. He gave thumbs up. “Great show! And we usually see each other on most holidays. They were here for the Fourth of July. They helped Jack and I do the summer inventory. Such good boys.”

“Jack? Is that another young man you are caring for?” The reporter tried to sound suspicious but it came across as curious.

“Yes, my boy Jack. He’s living with me now and he’s a good boy too. Very smart, that one.” He leaned forward. “My son thinks so, too.” Somehow Uncle Leo looked very pleased to get that piece of gossip out there.

“Your son?” They were getting off track and the reporter was looking worried.

“Yes, he’s a doctor. He just got back from Doctors Without Borders.” Uncle Leo’s pride showed through. “And Jack is starting college this fall.”

The report couldn’t seem to help herself she smiled brightly at him. “So all your boys are doing well.”

“Yes, and
none
of them are trouble.” He looked into the camera and smiled. “The Dark Angels will be coming to an arena near you, so go see them! And the new album will be released next month.”

The reporter’s smile could be heard in her, “Thank you Uncle Leo.” The clip ended with him smiling broadly.

The next shot was back in the studio with his alcoholic poor excuse for a father and the blonde who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “It didn’t seem to me that Uncle Leo thought they were trouble.”

Shrugging his shoulders “Maybe he didn’t see them. They are sneaky about it.”

“Wait, but you said they were doing it all over the house.” The reporter grinned, as she seemed to know she had him stumbling over his words.

He just frowned. “All I know is they should be ashamed of themselves.”

“Hmmm, yes but their manager also doesn’t think your claim is correct. She thinks it has more to do with your numerous attempts to extract money from them and their record label.”

“I…um, I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Oh, don’t you?” She smiled like a snake looking at a big fat juicy mouse. “We have a copy of one of the letters you sent to their label.”

On screen a handwritten letter appeared. It was straight to the point, though it lacked creativity.

Send me a check for $100,000 immediately. Or I will tell everyone the twins are really related. That they are half-brothers.

It was signed by the jackass with his home address and dated two months ago.

“I didn’t write that!” The liar denied it as if it were the God’s honest truth.

“I took the liberty of comparing your signature to the one on the letter you sent to the boys’ label and the release of information you signed for us today.” She grinned at him.

On the television screen a side-by-side comparison. One didn’t need to be a handwriting expert to know it came from the same person. The little flourishes he added to his initials were a dead giveaway.

The TV picture flashed back to the reporter, who’s grin turned into a smirk and their frowning
father
who kept shaking his head.

“So you tried to blackmail them for money. When that didn’t work you decided to make up a story to sell a story. Our show paid you well, Mr. Strider. So why don’t you tell me, who is Robin’s real father?”

“I don’t know.” He realized what he said. “No. Wait! I am their father. I am.”

“Yes, well, Josh and Robin submitted to a DNA test.” She waved the sealed envelope as if she had no clue of the contents.

The reporter made a big show of opening it then reading it silently. She grinned at the audience. “The test shows that they are not, and cannot, be related. They are not twins, brothers, half brothers, or even distant cousins.” She shrugged as if she might be disappointed by that fact.

“No, that’s a lie,” he screamed. “They are brothers! Half-brothers.”

Security was standing on either side of him. “Please calm down, sir.”

Her big toothy smile lit up the picture. “Sometimes, we are able to uncover the truth.” Their
father
was in the background being bleeped out. “I hope people decide to let The Dark Angels
twins
be.” She air quoted the word twins mockingly. “If this man was part of their early years, one could only imagine the trauma they suffered. They deserve whatever happiness they can find.”

The abusive man that stole most of the positive memories of childhood stopped swearing long enough to accuse her. “You’re probably a Dark Angels fan! Whore!”

She shrugged and grinned at the camera. “Who isn’t? Rock on boys!” She tossed her blonde hair over her shoulders.

Josh was surprised at how the show ended. His father was shown to be a real asshole. But as he turned off the set, he was almost afraid to look at Robin. Robin had really opened up these past few weeks. He was happier, more confident and more outspoken.

Josh decided that maybe he should just leave the room, so he started to stand up. Before he got up Robin was draped across him, holding him.

“Hey.” Josh wrapped his arms around Robin. “It’s okay.”

“I know, Josh.” Robin took a shaky breath. “Just seeing him…”

“Yeah, sucked. I’ve tried to block out his ugly face.” Josh ran his fingers through Robin’s pretty colored hair. His fingers played in it.

“Yeah, me too.” Sighing, Robin leaned into Josh.

Josh was still afraid to ask but he had to know if there would be fallout from that asshole’s lies. Well, lies for that time period.

“Are we okay?”

Robin pulled back to look at Josh. “Of course.” Robin frowned, and sat up in his lap. “Unless you think—”

“No! No. Seriously. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

He said some pretty awful things.”

Robin smiled sadly. “Though now those
awful
things are true.”

He made awful sound pretty damn sexy. “I am indiscreet and having sex with you everywhere I can.”

Josh grinned and poked him. Robin wiggled his rounded rump against Josh’s lap. His body instantly responded to the hot package on his lap. Going hard. Wanting. Needing.