No Good Deed - Marie Sexton Page 0,38

his hips hard and fast, drilling into Jonas again and again, driven by the need to claim him. To absolutely own him. To drive away every single doubt. Jonas clung to him, pinned against the wall, impaled on Charlie’s cock, unable to do anything but hang on.

“Yes, Daddy. Like that. Oh God, keep going, keep going, just like that.”

Charlie fucked him hard, his breathing ragged. He couldn’t caress Jonas. Couldn’t kiss him. Couldn’t even stroke his cock without dropping him. He could only fuck him harder, grunting like some kind of rabid beast as he took him.

“Yes, Daddy. Oh God. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.”

The word was like gas thrown on a flame, driving him forward, turning him on, pushing him to claim and possess and own. This had always been the way between homosexual men, going back centuries—bigger, stronger, older men showing younger men the way. Claiming them. Guarding them. Protecting them and loving them.

And yes, sometimes fucking them until they begged for more.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy…yes, Daddy. Yes, yes, yes, Daddy.”

Jonas was his. Not Gray’s. Not anymore. Charlie owned him. Charlie loved him. Charlie would bring him into the circle and protect him from the rest of the world, if that’s what he had to do.

“Daddy,” Jonas panted, the strain in his voice telling Charlie he was close. “Charlie. Oh, God!”

Charlie’s rhythm broke as he came, slamming Jonas against the wall, pushing as deep as he could go, emptying himself as Jonas shuddered and moaned. Charlie’s arms ached from holding Jonas’s weight. His thighs felt like rubber. He fought to catch his breath, still shaking from the force of his orgasm.

“Wow,” Jonas breathed, still hanging on to Charlie’s neck. His glasses sat crooked on his face. “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m kind of glad Gray interrupted us.”

Charlie laughed as he lowered Jonas to the floor. “He comes in handy every once in a while.” He touched Jonas’s cheek. “Call me that again.”

Jonas smiled shyly, straightening his glasses. “Daddy.”

“I never understood wanting to be called that, but I sure like the way it sounds when you say it.”

Tenderness often came in the wake of Charlie’s spent lust, and this time was no different. He pulled Jonas close and kissed him gently, wanting to somehow hold on to this moment when everything was still relatively simple.

But nothing lasted forever.

He rested his forehead against Jonas’s. “It’s probably best if we come clean rather than waiting to get caught. That’ll only make us look more guilty.”

“It’ll be hard,” Jonas said. “But only at first, right? Then they’ll get used to the idea and everything will be fine.”

“Or they’ll never forgive us and I’ll have to find all new friends.”

And he could do that. It wasn’t as if Gray, Warren, and Phil were his only pals in the world. He had Teddy’s Bears, and his leather club, and other people he knew from the BDSM scene, and his coworkers at Urgent Care.

But none of them meant as much to him as Gray. Nobody else even came close.

“I don’t think it will come to that,” Jonas said, although he didn’t look nearly as confident as the words sounded.

Charlie took a deep breath. “I guess we’re about to find out.”

Chapter 13

They made plans to do it two days later. That was Charlie’s day off, and the day Gray could come to the house to see him.

“He’s curious why I need to talk to him,” Charlie said. “But I don’t think he suspects anything.”

“It’s going to be fine,” Jonas told him. He only wished he believed it. But Gray could be impetuous and stubborn. Jonas knew that better than anyone.

They debated telling Gray together, but it didn’t feel right. Gray would freak the moment he walked in and saw Jonas sitting in Charlie’s house, and if he was on the defensive, they’d get nowhere. No. Better if Charlie did it alone.

But Jonas had no intention of being a mere passenger on this journey.

The old group had been a mess. Charlie, Gray, Warren, and Phil had always been tight, but the subs were a different matter. Stuart had been bitter and distrustful, jealous of any attention Warren showed the others. Rory had been shamelessly flirtatious, practically daring Phil to call him on his promiscuity. Tad had been distant, longing for the most demeaning treatment imaginable, but resenting them all when they gave it.

But after seeing Taylor, River, and Avery together at the Tap House, Jonas knew it was different this time around. The three of them shared