Wayward Son (23 page)

Mikey had just enough time to brace himself before Jimmy made good on his warning, going from slow grind to hard fuck in a matter of seconds. Mikey shuddered and tried to hold on to his focus long enough to get Cory off before Jimmy drove him completely out of his mind. Cory didn’t make things easier, slipping a hand under Mikey to play with his aching nipples, every touch setting off another little explosion.

“Open up,” Cory murmured. “Let me fuck your mouth.”

With that Mikey lost the battle with his body. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and surrendered to the pleasure, letting his lovers have their way with him. He trusted them. They’d never leave him hanging.

They didn’t. Cory held his head, Jimmy held his hips, and they moved in tandem, thrusting in and pulling out in synchronized movements. They filled him completely. In his lust-fueled mind, he could almost imagine their cocks meeting somewhere in the middle, as if they’d tie together deep inside him, binding the three of them together forever.

“God… almost… there,” Cory moaned out between thrusts, and the next thing Mikey knew, a hand wrapped around his hard-as-granite dick and started stroking him hard and fast.

“You are so fucking hot, baby.” Jimmy’s voice, rough edged with arousal, shot through Mikey like fire, and before he knew he was even there, he was coming. His back bowed and his body stiffened, and a sound ripped out of his throat he’d never made before.

Distantly he heard sounds he knew came from Cory and Jimmy as they found their own pleasure in his body. But he’d already floated away, lost in a vast sea of sensation, enveloped in pure pleasure.

As he slowly came back down to earth, he knew this was what he’d longed for. Not the orgasm, which was amazing, but the freedom. Cory and Jimmy were older, yes, and they were already a couple, but they hadn’t tried to take over or force him into a space they carved out. They’d simply opened their lives, let him figure things out, and waited for him come to them in his own way.

They would support him, help him, guide him if necessary. But they would never, ever try to take over. His life was his. His choices were his.

And he chose Cory and Jimmy.

T
HE
NEXT
day and half were one hedonistic joy after another. The three of them had sex several times and in multiple configurations, including a late-afternoon session on Saturday that left Mikey so sated Jimmy had to carry him from their cleanup shower back to the bed, where he slept like a log until Cory roused him for dinner.

After they ate Cory suggested a nighttime swim. The pool next to the office had been mostly empty the past few nights, as it often was in high summer. Guests used it to swim laps during the day, but after dark most gravitated toward the second pool and the larger hot tub that sat farther back on the property, behind the trees and fence that offered extra privacy for going “clothing optional.” Mikey could hear the distant throb of the music coming from that direction, and he hoped everyone would stay over there. The three of them had worn their suits outside, but it wasn’t long before Jimmy had his way, and now they were naked. Mikey didn’t feel self-conscious, considering it was dark and just them, but if anyone else came into the pool area, he didn’t know if he’d be able to get out of the water unless someone brought him a towel first.

Mikey sat stretched out on the stairs at what he’d come to think of as the “fun” end of the pool, the end designed for laps designated the “work” end. Water lapped around Mikey’s shoulders as Cory and Jimmy wrestled playfully a few feet away, their laughter ringing through the air.

Something touched his foot, and Mikey jerked away just as Jimmy surfaced in front of him and skimmed water away from his face. “C’mon, honey. Come play with us!”

He grabbed Mikey’s hand, and Mikey followed him in deeper. He ended up the center of a Cory/Jimmy sandwich, two sets of arms wrapped around him, two bodies pressed close to his. His cock, which had been mostly soft, woke up quickly, as did the two others he could feel, Jimmy’s next to his, Cory’s nestled into his lower back. His first instinct was to freeze up, not used to being out in the open with them like this, but he reminded himself that they were alone—and if that changed, they’d take care of him.

None of them were in a hurry to move on to anything else right then anyway. Jimmy peeled away first and flipped onto his back, his dick rising up from the water into the warm air. He held out a hand again. “C’mon, let’s just float for a while.”

Mikey followed his lead, trying his best to ignore the embarrassment of that kind of exposure.
It’s just Jimmy and Cory
, he told himself.
If anyone else shows up, you can dive underwater in half a second.

They all floated around for a bit, splashing softly in the water as needed to stay on the surface or push themselves away from the wall. Mikey’s mind drifted like his body, relaxed and content, for once in no hurry to get anywhere or do anything.

After a bit Cory wrapped his wet arm around Mikey’s shoulders and drew him in for a kiss. Mikey melted against him, letting Cory draw him in close, then brace them against the steps so Cory could grind against him. Mikey sighed into their kiss, but then he moaned as Jimmy moved in behind him. He slid one hand across Mikey’s chest, tweaking a nipple, and the other low across his abdomen.

“That’s it,” Cory murmured against his mouth. “Let us have you, baby.”

All thoughts of anyone else showing up fled Mikey’s mind under the searing touch of Cory’s and Jimmy’s hands. He lost himself in sensation, not caring which of them was doing what. They stroked and kissed him until he couldn’t hold back any longer, and when he came, it was with a tongue in his mouth, a hand on his cock, and two fingers in his hole.

He came back to his senses on a deck chair, curled up against Cory’s chest. He lifted his head an inch, and Cory’s chuckle vibrated against his chest.

“Jimmy’s taking care of the mess,” Cory murmured. Mikey blushed, but Cory just kissed his forehead. “Totally worth it, baby. We’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

Mikey let his eyes fall shut and lowered his head back to Cory’s chest, listening to his heartbeat against his ear. He could stay right there for the rest of his life.

And if that thought scared him, he wouldn’t let the fear take anything away from the moment.

L
ATE
S
UNDAY
morning Jimmy insisted on giving Mikey one of his massages, complete with a happy ending. By the time that was done, Mikey wondered if he’d ever be able to come again.

“I think you broke my balls,” he accused them once they were settled around the kitchen table, eating the brunch Cory had put together for them.

Cory threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, honey,” he finally managed. “You think you’ve got troubles? Hell, I’m surprised I don’t have calluses on my cock, you two have worked me so hard this weekend. Not that I’m complaining, you understand.” He punctuated that last statement with a tip of his mimosa glass.

They were just finishing up their meal when someone’s cell phone rang off in the distance. Mikey tilted his head. “I think that’s mine,” he said. “Now where the hell did I put it?”

He found it on the dresser in the bedroom, next to the belt he’d been wearing when they arrived on Friday. The call had gone to voice mail by then, so Mikey started it playing as he walked back toward the kitchen. As he listened, his steps faltered.

Hello, Mikey, it’s Charles Day. I’m sorry to bother you on the weekend, but something’s come up. Please give me a call when you get this message.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

Mikey jerked his head up at Cory’s question to find both him and Jimmy looking at him, concern on their faces. He swallowed hard.

“That was Mr. Day.” His voice wavered. “He said I need to call him. That ‘something’s come up.’” His gaze locked with Jimmy’s. “That doesn’t sound good.”

Jimmy shook his head and held out a hand. “C’mon and sit down, babe. Put the phone on speaker and call him back, and we’ll see what we need to do.”

On autopilot, Mikey sat next to Jimmy and pulled up the number to call Mr. Day back. He put the phone on the table between them, and the three of them stared at it as it rang. On the second ring, it was answered.

“Hello?”

Mikey opened his mouth, but nothing would come out. He stared at Jimmy, who reached out to squeeze his hand. “Mr. Day, it’s Jimmy Black. I’m here with Mikey O’Malley. He just got your message. Cory Lassiter is here with us too. We have you on speaker.”

There was a pause, then, “Mikey, are you okay with both gentlemen listening to this call?”

Mikey had to speak now. “Yes,” he croaked out.

Cory mouthed, “I’ll get you some water” as he stood, and Mikey nodded.

“All right, then.” Mr. Day cleared his throat. “Mr. Vickery filed an initial response to the lawsuit as we planned, and Mrs. Donaldson was served with the paperwork yesterday. However, she did not withdraw the lawsuit.” He blew out a breath. “Instead she chose to approach the media.”

Mikey’s stomach clenched. “Oh shi… crap.”

Mr. Day made a low sound of agreement. “This is certainly not ideal. Apparently a local television reporter called your father, who refused comment and immediately called Mr. Vickery. We don’t yet know if the television station has broadcast a report on the case.”

As he was speaking, Cory returned and placed a glass of water on the table in front of Mikey, then took the seat on the other side of him. He raised an eyebrow at Jimmy, who sighed. “Is there anything we can do about it?” Jimmy asked. “Get a judge to issue a gag order or something?”

“We’re working on a few options,” Mr. Day replied. “But I think at this point we may need to have a council of war and decide where to go from here.”

Mikey frowned. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“I think we should have a conference call tomorrow, and then you, and probably your friend Mr. Black, will need return to Florida to meet with your father and Mr. Vickery. I would go myself, but I have a case going to trial next week, and I wouldn’t be able to be much help since I’m not licensed in Florida. But I will make myself available for more conference calls, and Quinn and I will still be available for research and consultation as needed.”

“We can do that,” Jimmy cut in. “We’ll call Mr. Vickery and set it up.”

“Good. He’ll be expecting the call. I told him I was going to contact Mikey to suggest a meeting.” Another voice came from the speaker, too soft or distant to be understood, and Mr. Day replied in a low voice away from the speaker, “I’ll be right there, dear.” He cleared his throat. “Sorry. We have friends in town this weekend, and my wife was letting me know dinner is ready.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you from your company,” Mikey said.

“No, I called you, it’s fine,” Mr. Day replied. “Just give Mr. Vickery a call, and try not to worry. We’ll get this all sorted out soon enough.”

They said their good-byes, and Mikey picked up the phone to end the call. He cradled it in his hand. “I don’t understand,” he murmured. “Why would she do something like that?”

Jimmy ran a warm hand down his back. “People do things that don’t make sense sometimes. Remember, her little girl got hurt. She’s just latched on to you as being responsible, and her lawyer’s got her all up in arms about getting some money out of it. She’s not in her right mind, and if we do have to go to court for this, I’m sure the judge will see the truth.”

Mikey sure hoped it wouldn’t come to that. He stared at his phone, dreading making another call to Florida. As he so often did, Jimmy seemed to read his mind. He closed his hand over Mikey’s. “Do you want me to call Mr. Vickery?”

Mikey relaxed and shook his head. “No, I’ll do it,” he replied. “Just stay here while I do.”

Jimmy kissed his temple. “Not going anywhere.”

Q
UINN
SMILED
as he greeted them at Charles Day’s office just before ten the next morning. “We have to stop meeting like this,” he told Mikey with a wink, and Mikey bit back a smile at the disgruntled noise Jimmy made low in his throat.

“Quinn…. Sheffield?” Mikey raised an eyebrow to verify the name, and Quinn nodded. “This is Jimmy Black. Legal adviser, and, um….”

“Good friend will do for now,” Jimmy finished, though the fierce, hands-off-he’s-mine look on his face spoke louder than a thousand endearments. “Good to meet you.”

Quinn winced a bit at the force of Jimmy’s handshake. “You too. Come on back. Mr. Vickery should be calling in, and he’ll have Rev. O’Malley with him.”

A few minutes later, they were settled in a conference room, water served all around, with Mr. Day at the head of the table and the two men in Florida on the phone. Mr. Day didn’t pussyfoot around the reason for the meeting.

“Mr. Vickery and I spoke briefly first thing this morning,” he said. “And we’ve come to an idea that some of you might not like.”

“And that is?” Jimmy asked.