Page 42 of A Case of You
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They’d had a pleasant dinner with none of the usual stomach-churning drama or backbiting or easily hurled complaints about random “others” who didn’t seem to fit some nebulous vision of perfection their parents held up.
“Is it my imagination,” Brandon said as he found a parking space, “or did that go well?”
“It went amazing.”
“Feeling better?”
“Yeah. A lot.”
“For what it’s worth, your sister seemed happy to see you.”
“Yeah. I’m really glad she’s getting out of here. She’ll be able to do something to make her happy.”
“Glad you didn’t cancel?”
“I’ll let you know after the wedding. You haven’t met Jake yet.”
They headed inside. “He sounds like some sort of bogeyman.”
“He was,” Stuart muttered.
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Brandon had also wanted to use this weekend to finally start digging a little deeper into Stuart’s family history. After meeting and talking with Eileen, it helped bring things into a clearer focus about their oldest brother.
Once they were safely locked in their room, and had climbed into the shower together, Brandon asked it. “Did Jake abuse you guys?”
“He bullied us. Treated us like crap.”
“I mean…did he sexually abuse you?”
“No. I mean, he didn’t me. I can’t speak for sure about Eileen and Robert. I didn’t even realize how much he’d bullied her. I thought it was just me and Robert.”
Brandon held him close for a long kiss. “I’m going to pull rank on you, as both husband and Master. John and his friends will keep Jake in line. If they don’t,Iwill. Under no circumstances are you to get into it with Jake. Understand?”
Stuart stared up into his eyes. Their subby boy had gorgeous green eyes that had hooked him that very first night Brandon had met him in the office at Venture.
“Yes, Master,” he whispered.
Brandon touched his lips. “Myverygood boy.” Slanting his lips over Stuart’s, Brandon pressed him against the wall and delivered a long, crushing kiss, wanting to totally shut Stuart’s brain off again and keep it that way until he fell asleep.
Stuart had emotionally tied himself in knots ever since Eileen’s first call to invite him to the wedding. Now they were here, and it was time for Stuart to let go and justbein the moment.
There was one sure-fire way to do that.
Stuart’s cock hardened between them. Brandon grabbed his hands and pinned them against the wall, over his head, as he continued delivering searing kisses, swallowing every soft moan escaping his boy’s mouth.
As tired as Brandon felt from his work week, and then the flight, he knew he was only good for one tonight and wanted to make it last.
Stuart, on the other hand, they could almost always get more than one out of him if it’d been a day or two since he’d last come.
And Brandon hadn’t let him come since Tuesday night.
Planning ahead.
Brandon pressed the length of his body along Stuart’s. He stood five inches taller than Stuart’s five nine and loved the way his boy’s body fit against his. Perfectly matched, slim, trim, a tight bubble butt he loved to fuck, in shape from doing physical work all day.
