Gannon Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (7 page)

As Alden continued his sinuous dance against him, Gannon tightened his grip on the back of his head. Faster he rocked, making delicious friction against Gannon’s body.

“Please kiss me. I swear, I won’t move a muscle if you’ll just kiss me while you keep doing that.”

Grinning, and clearly secure in his position, Alden kept right on squirming over Gannon’s prick, but he leaned forward to kiss him. When their lips touched, it took all Gannon had not to grab him and hold him tight. Gently, he rocked his hips, using his hands behind his head to balance out the movement he made with his lower body.

“Can I take off your shorts?” Alden’s question was breathless and hungry.

Gannon’s immediate yes was tempered by the fact he might not be able to control himself if Alden did. Also, McBride was supposed to be here to instruct them. The last thing Gannon wanted to do was anger his very generous master. But he also wanted to do whatever Alden felt comfortable with. Torn, Gannon finally decided he would leave everything up to his mate.

“If you want to take them off, I won’t struggle. I mean, unless you want me to.”

“I want you to stay still as if you were bound to the bed.” Alden rose and scooted down the length of Gannon’s body. As he moved downward, he pushed the bedclothes off both of them, which didn’t matter to Gannon since he felt he was practically on fire. Once he was down far enough, Alden lifted his soft hands and skillfully parted Gannon’s shorts. Watching him was hypnotic since his long, delicate fingers traced over the fastener with something almost like a musical finesse. Eventually, Alden got them parted and then pulled them down.

“Wow.” Alden hesitated as his gaze riveted on Gannon’s exposed prick.

“Is it okay?” Gannon wasn’t sure what Alden wanted from him, so he worried that his body wasn’t quite right. He didn’t do any body sculpting work like his twin, Ollie, but he thought their bodies were fairly similar anyway.

“You are stunning.” Alden leaned close and kissed the tip of Gannon’s prick. “You are so very beautiful to me.”

Gannon let out a sigh of relief then one of pleasure as Alden’s lips parted and he sucked the tip of Gannon’s cock into his hot, wet mouth. Another surge of need made him want to grasp the top of Alden’s head and help him bob his luscious mouth up and down on the knob of his cock. As much as he wanted to do that, Gannon didn’t. He had to grip his hands firmly to his head to restrain himself, but he managed.

Closer Gannon came to release. He wanted to warn Alden back, or do something, say something, but he found he was unable to do anything but hold tight to himself and do all he could to stop himself from thrusting hard into his fragile mate’s mouth. Wavering between letting him do as he pleased while keeping his hands bound and warning him what was coming, Gannon decided to err on the side of caution.

Taking his hand from the back of his own head, Gannon touched Alden’s head as gently as he could. Rather than flinch, Alden looked up with curiosity and no trace of fear.

“I’m so close. So very close.” When Alden cast him a perplexed look, Gannon realized he had to be precise. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to climax.”

“Good.” Alden grinned and then lowered his mouth to the swollen tip of Gannon’s prick. He darted his pointed tongue around the most sensitive edge of his knob then sucked the entire tip into his mouth where he further tormented him by flicking his tongue along the slit. Gannon tried to hold off. Desperately, he tried to hold back, but Alden was extremely talented. Blown away by his skill and enthusiasm, Gannon lifted his hands to the ceiling as he came. A satisfied bellow escaped his lips as Alden didn’t flinch away but sucked firmly at the tip of his cock. Able to feel every swallow he made, Gannon had to tense his entire body not to thrust.

When his ground-shaking orgasm finally came to an end, Gannon went limp on the bed. After a long moment to recover, he opened his eyes.

Alden had released his cock and rose so that he was sitting on the meaty part of Gannon’s thighs. Big, pale blue eyes considered Gannon.

“Wow.” It was just about the only thing he could manage at the moment.

A grin curled the edges of Alden’s lips.

“You are very skilled for a virgin.”

“I was extremely attentive in class.”

Gannon grinned back at him and then lifted his hands from his head. Moving slowly, he lowered his hands to Alden’s hips. “Okay?”

“Yes.”

Picking him up very slowly, Gannon again asked, “Okay?”

“Yes.”

Carefully, Gannon moved Alden while rising slowly up from the bed. They met in the middle. Drawing Alden’s cock into his mouth, Gannon sucked gently and looked up with lifted brows.

“Yes.” Alden breathed the word and then cupped his hand to Gannon’s head. “Oh, yes.”

Gannon continued to suck his mate’s prick into his mouth. Following his lead, he teased his tongue all along the most sensitive skin under the head then flicked the tip of his tongue along the slit in the top of Alden’s cock.

“Oh, my mate. I—you—I—I’m not going to last.” Alden closed his eyes.

Gannon knew he wouldn’t hear anything he said, which was fine since he had a mouthful of his mate’s cock, but he knew Alden could feel the sounds that he made. While he sucked him hard, Gannon let out a low, slow groan of pleasure.

The truncated cry that escaped Alden’s mouth and practically echoed in the bedroom shivered Gannon all the way to his toes. When he first tasted Alden’s spurting release, his mouth watered, causing him to suck harder, which only made Alden surge forward. Taking his cock down until his lips touched the root gave Gannon a unique thrill. Lifting his massive hands, he cupped them gently to Alden’s hips and buttocks. Using the easiest pressure, Gannon pulled him close as he rose up a bit farther.

Alden made another noise that was so wickedly pleasurable, Gannon was almost worried he’d hurt him until Alden gripped his shoulders and thrust his hips forward, drilling his prick deep into Gannon’s mouth. He made a series of sighs and moans that were like a song given how melodious his voice was. Gannon could happily continue sucking on him, but Alden whimpered and struggled back. Letting go was difficult, but Gannon did because the last thing he wanted to do was frighten Alden.

Alden had never known such peace. His body was drained and he felt he could sleep without the light on. Tonight, there were no bullies waiting for him in the dark. No one would sneak into his room to tease him or torment him. He was alone with his very sweet mate.

“Will McBride be angry with us?”

“No.” Gannon put his hands back behind his head. “I think he will be happy we figured something out on our own.”

“You don’t want him to teach us?” Alden had been rather comforted by the notion of an older man teaching them the ways of love.

“It’s not that, not at all. My brother Bailey said he was a very good teacher. I just don’t think he’ll mind that we were able to do something without him.” Gannon looked up at the ceiling. “Maybe that’s why he had us just be together and work on cleaning up my—our—bedroom. He knew what would happen.”

“He is clairvoyant?”

“You mean like he knows stuff before it happens?”

Alden nodded. He’d heard of men with supernatural abilities. He’d never met one, but he didn’t meet a lot of outsiders in the thrall house.

“Naw. I mean, no more than any other man. But I don’t think it takes special skills to know what a lusty slammer and his beautiful thrall will end up doing once they are alone.” Gannon grinned and then winked.

Alden laughed and lowered himself to the bed. He curled up to Gannon’s side, closed his eyes, and fell into the deepest, most dreamless sleep he’d ever had. When morning came, he woke up happy and ready to get started on cleaning up the bathroom.

Unsure what time Gannon had to be to work out in the fields, Alden got up quietly and went about his usual morning routine. The only thing that was an issue was finding a clean towel in the cluttered bathroom. Once he employed Gannon’s sniff test, he was able to find one. That was a particular habit that he was going to break his mate of. If nothing else, Alden would keep the house tidy.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Gannon. His eyes were half-open and he was leaning against the wall nearest the bathroom.

“Good morning!”

Gannon grunted and went past him, closing the door without saying a word. Or perhaps he had spoken, but he moved his lips so little that Alden hadn’t been able to make out what he’d said. Reading mumbles was impossible. All he knew was his mate was clearly not a morning person.

Unfazed, Alden went into the kitchen. He’d made a lot of progress cleaning yesterday, but there was plenty for him to do today while Gannon was out working in the field.

Unsure how the cookbot worked, he started to methodically put all the clutter on the table so he could clear it off.

“Where the hell am I supposed to eat?”

Alden froze. He’d read his mate’s lips clearly, but what held him still was the anger that flashed in his eyes. That was the look he was used to. All too soon Gannon would start hitting him. Terrified, Alden looked for possible escape routes. Gannon was blocking the archway to the hall, but there was another archway that went into the living room.

Spinning on his heel, Alden ran that direction, fumbled with the door, wrenched it open, and ran as fast as he could to the big house. McBride said if he needed anything he could find help there. What stunned Alden was how fast things had turned ugly. Last night they had come together easily, but this morning was nothing but trouble.

Alden didn’t bother to look back and see if Gannon was behind him. If he was, he would know soon enough. Any glance backward would slow him down, so he pushed himself forward, using the adrenalin of pure fear to give him strength. As soon as he reached the door of the big house, it came open and he ran right into McBride.

“Whoa!” McBride reached out to stop Alden from falling, but he spun away, confused and frightened.

Gannon was making ground-eating strides across the yard.

Alden found himself trapped between the two big men. He didn’t know where else to go. There was a long drive that went back toward the platform where McBride had bought him yesterday, but there was no way he’d be able to outrun both strong men. In his panic, Alden wasn’t able to catch his breath. When the world turned fuzzy gray, he let go and crumpled to the porch.

Alden had no idea what time it was when he woke up. Above him was an elaborate ceiling decorated with curlicues and painted-on flowers. He had to be in the big house since the brothers’ houses were shorter than the nearest ceiling.

A face popped into view, startling him. Alden didn’t recognize him, but he had a softly rounded face.

“How are you feeling?” Whoever he was, he spoke slowly and overpronounced his words, so obviously someone had told him Alden was deaf.

Unable to answer since he hadn’t had enough time to take stock of his body, Alden shook his head.

“Do you understand me?”

Alden nodded.

“I think you had a panic attack.”

“What’s that?” All Alden knew was sometimes he became so terrified he passed out. Oftentimes he awoke in far worse circumstances, but he had been unable to stop himself from losing consciousness.

“It’s when you become so frightened you hyperventilate, which causes you to pass out.”

“Oh.” Alden didn’t know what else to say so he sat up. “Is there a way to stop it?”

“There is, but it will take some work.” The man took something off his neck and tucked it into a leather satchel on the bed.

When Alden looked around, he saw McBride and Gannon at the doorway, peering in with wide, curious eyes. When his gaze connected with Gannon’s, he lowered his head and looked away. Guilt and shame stamped clear lines on Gannon’s features. And to think that last night Alden had been so comfortable with him he’d been able to sleep with the light off.

McBride entered and spoke with the man who had been tending to Alden. By his professional demeanor, Alden guessed he was a doctor of some sort. By watching their lips, he was able to catch the gist of their conversation. Basically, the man was suggesting that Alden take medication and talk to someone. McBride let out a sigh and nodded. Judging by his body language, he was clearly regretting buying Alden. At the time, he’d probably thought he was getting a bargain, but now he was realizing just how damaged Alden was. If he could stop what was happening to him, he would, but he couldn’t.

After thanking the man, McBride walked him out, leaving Alden alone with Gannon.

“Are you still mad at me?” Alden didn’t want to anger him anew, but he also knew they weren’t going to get past this unless they talked.

“I wasn’t mad in the first place.” Gannon came closer to the bed but then hesitated to get too close. It was clear he was afraid of setting Alden off again.

“It’s okay. You can sit here if you want.” Alden scooted over so there was room for Gannon to sit on the edge of the bed, which he did after a moment’s consideration.

“I always wake up grumpy. I should have told you.” Gannon hung his head again but then lifted it so Alden could read his lips. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”