Wedding Heat: Hole In One (MMM) (2 page)

“Huh?” He shook his head and his brain
rattled around inside his skull. “Oww. What?”

Vanessa nodded toward the petite brunette
standing beside their table with a pot of coffee.

“Did you want some?” The girl flashed a
bright smile and Joey followed a wave of shiny hair down her front.
Her white shirt wasn’t buttoned all the way up, and where the
collar flipped out rebelliously, he could just spy the curve of her
breast.

“Uhhh-huh,” Joey mumbled, trying not to
stare at her boobs.

Vanessa laughed as the girl leaned across
the table to fill Joey’s clunky white mug. His hard-on pounded the
lame-ass khakis his mother had bought for him. He felt his cheeks
burning up when she looked his way and smiled.

“You’re such a dick,” Vanessa snickered when
the coffee girl had moved away. “Can’t stop thinking about fucking
her tits, can you?”

The elderly couple at the next table raised
their haughty eyebrows, gazing at Vanessa in astonishment. Vanessa
glared back at them and then looked away swiftly. Mission
accomplished, she sat up perfectly straight and pretended to adjust
a tie she wasn’t wearing.

“You’re such a ball-buster, Ness.”

“Dude, I gotta ask you something.” Vanessa
pushed her plate to the side and leaned across the table. She
smelled like alcohol and something else—something tangy and sweet,
and even if he didn’t know what that aroma was he knew it made him
uncomfortable.

When his sister didn’t ask her question,
Joey leaned in close. She looked really serious. “What’s up?”

Taking darting glances around the room, she
asked, “Has Mom ever mentioned someone in the family being
adopted?”

The question seemed pretty
inane until he started wondering why the hell she was asking
him
. “Fuck, Ness, am I
adopted?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah,
you’re alien spawn, probably.” After looking around the room again,
she said, “No, I mean like someone in
mom’s
family? Like maybe did she
mention grandma and grandpa adopting someone?”

“What?” Joey took a swig of hot coffee and
tried to make sense of what his sister was asking. “Look, it’s too
early for pussyfooting around. Just ask what you’re asking and I’ll
answer.”

Her shoulders dropped and she groaned,
holding her head up with both hands. “Fine! Okay fine, I talked to
Maggie last night and… you cannot repeat a word of this, you
hear?”

“Fine.”

“I’m serious!” And it showed.

“I know!” Joey said. “Who am I gonna
tell?”

Vanessa let out a big breath and leaned in
even closer, but she smelled so strong Joey bent back and turned
his nostrils toward his breakfast plate.

“I talked to our cousin
Maggie last night, okay? And she told me her mother isn’t really
sisters with our mom, not by birth. She said
her
mom was adopted.”

“Aunt Janet’s adopted?” This sounded like
fiction. “No way.”

It was such a bizarre thought that it made
Joey’s stomach feel like a black hole. He kept shovelling pancakes
in to seal the rupture, but nothing worked. He didn’t know why the
thought of his aunt being adopted made him feel so strange. Even if
it was true it wouldn’t really change anything, but the idea
disrupted his worldview just enough to be deeply unsettling.

“So Mom never said anything to you? Maggie
said the pregnant girl was a neighbour, only fifteen years old, and
she asked grandma and grandpa to raise the baby.” Vanessa gripped
her coffee mug with both hands, like she was desperate for
confirmation. “Nothing?”

Joey really tried, because this seemed
important to his sister, but every time he thought about his mom
all he could see was her big naked butt sticking up in the air. He
shuddered, feeling suddenly very woozy.

“No,” Joey said. It came out as sort of a
groan. “I don’t know, Ness. Don’t make me think about it, okay?” He
shovelled forkfuls of scrambled eggs into his mouth. They were cold
by now, but that didn’t matter.

Suddenly there was a hand on his back,
rubbing in circles. He knew who it had to be and he hoped it
wasn’t… and he hoped it was.

“Ready for golf, Joey?” That pitchy, lisping
whine was Greg’s voice, unmistakeable.

Joey didn’t turn around. He watched his
sister read him like a book, and hung his head in defeat. So she
knew. So what? Vanessa was the world’s biggest lesbian. Who was she
to judge?

Still, his heart clamped so hard he pressed
his palm to his chest, urging the damn thing to beat. He wanted to
glare at Greg, snap at him, tell him to go away, but the pull was
too strong. What was it about that boy?

“Nice duds,” Vanessa said, gazing over
Joey’s shoulder. That got Joey curious enough to look.

Greg was standing behind him wearing golf
gear so retro Joey wondered where the guy had bought it:
salmon-coloured pants that came down just below his knee, a
custard-yellow golf shirt overlaid with an argyle vest and
complemented by matching knee socks.

“Thank you!” Greg replied enthusiastically.
He stuck out his hand, leaning across the table to shake Vanessa’s.
“You must be Joey’s beard. I’m the guy he fucked last night.”

Even Vanessa, who always had a comeback on
her demon tongue, sat silently slack-jawed.

“She’s my sister,” Joey said. His heart was
thumping so loudly now he could hardly hear his own voice.
“Vanessa.”

How could Greg have done
that? Joey’d only lost his virginity last night, and already he was
forced out of the closet like this? It made him want to be
angry.
Want
to be
angry. But Greg’s snarky smirk, the way he tossed his dark hair
about like a starlet of the silver screen… fuck… Joey felt all
gushy and gooey just looking at the guy.

“Lovely to meet you, Vanessa.” Greg seemed
entirely calm, despite their hush. “Nice tats, but honey you don’t
need your T-shirt telling the world you’re a big dyke—your hair
does a good enough job. What’d you cut it with, hedge
trimmers?”

In stunned silence, Vanessa gazed down at
her “You say DYKE like it’s a bad thing” top. Slowly, she reached
up and touched her short spires of blond hair, like she wanted to
affirm they were still there. “I… it…”

For a moment, Joey wondered if this might be
the start of an all-out queen-versus-dyke food-fight smack-down,
but Greg turned quickly away from Vanessa and told him, “Ditch the
witch or we’ll miss our tee time.”

“I don’t know how to play golf,” Joey said.
He’d told Greg that fact earlier this morning, while basking in the
bliss of orgasm, but he got the sense that Greg didn’t always
listen. Though they’d only met yesterday, Joey could already tell
Greg lived in his own little world—a world where he was the queen
and everyone else lived to serve him.

“Don’t worry about it,” Greg chided, pulling
Joey to his feet.

Joey hunched over, trying to pull his shirt
out of his pants so it would cover his erection. There was no
subtlety in the male body. And it had a mind of its own.

They left Vanessa speechless and alone, but
didn’t make it past the hallway’s first alcove before Joey was
clawing at Greg’s over-the-top outfit. Pinning the guy against the
wall, Joey pressed his hard dick into the cave of Greg’s emaciated
belly.

“What’s gotten into you?” Greg squealed, and
Joey hunched down, kissing his pink lips to shut him the fuck
up.

Writhing against that slim
body, Joey growled, sucking Greg’s tongue like a dick. What
had
gotten into him?
Yesterday he was a virgin and today he had so much raw sexual
energy he couldn’t contain it.

“God, I want you to blow me.” Joey didn’t
wait for an answer before crushing his lips against Greg’s and
kissing him hard.

“Where?” Greg asked, breathless.

“Here!” Joey grabbed Greg’s shoulders and
forced him to his knees just as the same elderly couple who’d given
Vanessa the stink-eye walked past.

Greg must have been in this situation
before, because he leaned over nonchalantly and pretended to tie
his shoe. Joey would never have thought of that. As it stood, his
heart hammered against his ribcage just as hard as his dick pounded
his pants.

When the couple moved out
of earshot, Greg stood up and said, “
Not
here. I’m all for exhibitionism,
but it’s gotta be for the right voyeur. My family isn’t exactly the
audience I’m after.”

Joey’s dick felt too huge for his pants,
like it might blow out the fly. He needed Greg’s mouth wrapped
around his cock. God, he’d do anything for that sucking, worshipful
warmth.

“Where can we go?” His voice was rougher
than he’d intended. He didn’t want Greg to think he was yelling or
anything. “Sorry, just… fuck, I need it, man.”

Slipping from the alcove,
Greg plastered on a sneaky smirk. “I think
someone
’s taking
someone
for granted.” And with that,
he strutted down the hall.

Sunlight blazed from outside, gleaming
through the door and painting one wall in searing streaks. Greg
stepped over the threshold without even glancing back to make sure
Joey was following.

But of course Joey was following. Greg’s
mouth was the source of all the world’s pleasures. He’d follow that
guy to the ends of the earth.

“Wait up, dude.” Joey raced after Greg,
struggling to think where they could be alone. Not in his family’s
room because…

Gross!

The recollection of walking
in on his parents streaked through his mind and he winced. It hurt,
actually
hurt
, to
think about his mom and dad doing the nasty. Joey stopped in his
tracks, realizing his erection had gone into hiding. “Thank god,”
he sighed, following Greg all the way to the golf pro
shop.

They’d missed the boat, which pleased Joey,
but he wasn’t off the hook just yet.

“You said you don’t know how to play,” Greg
said, making eye contact with Remi, the dude wearing a resort
uniform. “So how ‘bout I teach you?”

“Oh, I can give you boys a lesson,” the
resort guy said, selecting a few golf clubs and leading them out of
the cabin. “That’s my job. I’m the resident golf instructor here at
Windhamwood Resort.”

Remi smiled proudly, but Greg glowered. That
reaction embarrassed Joey because he knew what was coming.

“Well, Remi,” Greg sniped. “Thanks, but the
last thing I need is some buff Tiger Woods honing in on my
territory.”

Poor Remi furrowed his brow, looking
confused as hell. It must have then dawned on him that Greg was
jealous, because he smiled kindly and nodded his head. “No problem.
I read you loud and clear.” Remi glanced out at the driving range
and shrugged. “But, hey, do you mind if I hit a few balls with you
boys? I’ve got a bit of down time right now.”

“Yeah, of course!” Joey said a little too
enthusiastically, trying to compensate for Greg’s bitchiness.

Bad idea.

Snapping a club out of Remi’s grip, Greg
shoved it into Joey’s hands and jostled him over to a patch of fake
grass. Joey didn’t object, even though he thought Greg was being
really rude to the instructor. How could he possibly object to
being manhandled by the guy whose mouth he craved like a drug?

Joey looked out across a patch of clearing
as Greg grabbed a bucket of balls and set one of those little white
spheres in front of him. In no time, Greg was cradling him from
behind, even though Joey’s body was larger. Size didn’t matter. His
legs started shaking when he felt Greg’s hard dick pelting his ass.
He almost lost his balance, and had to press his club into the fake
grass to keep steady.

“Actually, your grip… it’s not… here, let me
show you.” Remi came close, trapping Joey between himself and Greg.
When his large hands met Joey’s, the spark was undeniable. “Left
above right. Hook your index finger around your pinky. That’s
it—firm but tender.”

Joey swallowed hard, but his words came out
in girlish squeals. “Firm but tender.”

“Firm,” Greg growled, lodging his erection
between Joey’s ass cheeks and the gliding it slowly in the crevice.
“But tender.”

When Remi adjusted his
grip, Joey whimpered like a puppy. This was too much! Greg had his
boyish charm, but Remi was a
man,
a full-grown, hairy-armed, muscular man. Now he
had one hard dick trying to slice open his khakis while Macho-Macho
Man wrapped both hands around his relatively scrawny
wrists.

“Good, that’s perfect.” Remi’s face was so
close Joey could smell the cool mint of his breath with every word.
Oh god, now Remi’s hands were on Joey’s hips, patting him down
while Greg wriggled peevishly. “Now align your feet with your
shoulders. That’s good. Keep steady.”