[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Alternative, Romantic Suspense, MM, HEA]
I'd always thought that there were times in life when clarity suddenly hit a person and you realized that life was one mess after another. This was one of those times, and it was a mess of epic proportions. At least it wasn't my fault this time.
No, seriously, it wasn't my fault.
Lany was a mess and everyone knew it, but when weird things start happening, he seems to be the only one who can connect the clues and give us a suspect to go after. When danger comes a little too close to home, he also might be the only one who can save us.
I knew the apocalypse would happen at some point.
I just never expected it so soon.
Stormy Glenn is a Siren-exclusive author.
I'd always thought that there were times in life when clarity suddenly hit a person and you realized that life was one fucked up mess after another. This was one of those times, and it was a mess of epic proportions.
"I don't want to do this."
"I know, caro," Sal said, "but you have to."
I sniffled and wiped at my runny nose. "Why does he have to go half way across the country? Why can't he just stay here and go to the university?"
Sal, my husband and my reason for living, wrapped his arms around me and lifted me onto his lap before pressing my head to his wide chest. "You know why, Lany. This is what TJ wants and we have to support him in it."
"But he's just a baby," I insisted.
"He's eighteen, love. He's not a baby anymore. He's graduated from high school and everything."
He had probably never had been a baby. He'd had to grow up really fast. I knew that. It didn't mean my heart wasn't breaking at the thought of TJ leaving home.
I was shattered.
"There's going to be no one there to watch over him."
"Lany, the entire Marine Corps will be there to watch over him."
"What if he gets hurt?"
"He's not going to get hurt."
"He could," I insisted. I was speaking from experience. I was well acquainted with all of the different ways someone could get hurt.
There were a lot of them.
Sal's hand brushed the side of my head as he pushed my hair back from my face. "Caro, he's going to be fine. Yes, he could be hurt, but as we all know, he could be hurt walking across the room."
I frowned. Deeply. "I haven't tripped over a rug in ages."
It had been at least a week.
"Lany, love, you have to let him grow up."
That was debatable.
"Sal." Yes, I was whining, but come on. We were talking about one of my kids moving away from home for the next few years. They could ship him anywhere in the world and I had no control over it. I couldn't simply reach out to talk to him, to hug him, to let him know he was the light of my life.
How in the hell did parents do this?
"I know it's not going to be easy for you, caro, but you have to let him go. He needs time to find himself. We're not always going to be here and he needs to know he can stand on his own two feet."
"You know I hate you, right?"
Sal chuckled before planting a kiss on my temple. "I know, love."
I didn't really hate him. I could never hate Sal. He'd been the love of my life since the night we met. I just hated that he sounded so calm and reasonable when I was falling apart. "I don't think I'm ready for our kids to grow up."
"I don't think any parent is, Lany."
And we had to do it six times.
It wasn't fair.
"TJ needs this, Lany. He needs to know he can stand on his own two feet."
"I know," I groaned.
"He needs us to support him in his decision to join the service. You know he won't go if you tell him not to."
I groaned again. "I can't do that."
As much as I hated—loathed—the idea of TJ going away to join the service, I couldn't nip his bid for freedom and adulthood in the bud. I remembered how much I had fought against the restraints my own parents had put on me and realized I owed them a huge apology
I had put them through hell.
I lifted my head and glanced at Sal. "Do you think my parents went through this with me?"
"I'm sure they did."
"Man, I need to call them and apologize."
I frowned. "How are you handling this?" I realized that Sal was the glue holding me together, but who was holding him together? This was his son, too.
I knew Sal took my question seriously because he didn't answer me right away.
"There's a part of me that is thrilled that TJ wants to join the Marines. It helped make me into the man I am today and I hope it will do the same for him. TJ has a good head on his shoulders, he's smart and cautious. The Marines can hone the boy he is into a good man."
"And the other part?"
"Scared to death." Sal chuckled again, but it had a more rueful sound to it this time. "He's my boy, my oldest child. I want to protect him from the world and it's really hard to do that if he's not here where I can protect him."
Glad I wasn't the only one.
I sighed as I laid my head back down on Sal's massive chest. "He really wants this?"
My sigh grew heavier, deeper. "I don't know if I can act happy, Sal. I want to be happy for him, but..." I shook my head. "I know he's technically an adult, and he certainly grew up faster than he should have, but it feels as if we just got him and now he's leaving."
"He's not leaving forever, caro. Just a little while, and he'll call and video chat and come home to visit as often as he can. And this isn't really isn't forever. It's just three years."
I sniffled again. "Three years is a really long time."
Sal patted my hip, which I kind of enjoyed. I always enjoyed when Sal touched me, any part of me. "It'll go quicker than you think."
That was debatable. I was pretty sure I would be able to count every second that TJ was gone. "When does he leave?"
"Not for another couple of weeks."
"Yeah, the Marines move pretty quickly."
That was not a plus.
I drew in a heavy breath and then heaved it out. "Okay, so can we have a going away party for him? Do we get to drop him off at the airport? Can I have his commanding officer's phone number so I can call and check on him? I mean, how does this work?"
"Yes, no, and hell no."
I lifted my head and glared.
Sal laughed. "Yes, we can have a going away party for him. He'd probably enjoy that. No, we cannot drop him off at the airport. We drop him off at the recruiting center. The Marines will ship him off from there. And there is no way in hell you are getting his commanding officer's number."
My glare deepened. "Why not?"
"Because you'd be calling him every five minutes."
That was probably true.
I could feel Lany watching me as I stripped my clothes off. I slowed down, taking my time. I was horny as hell and just wanted to get to the fucking part of things, but Lany seemed to be enjoying the show if his hard cock and the need in his eyes were any indication.
Once I was naked—and Lany was panting—I climbed up on the end of the bed between Lany's thighs. I stroked my hand down one of Lany's legs, awed at how smooth his skin always felt. As smooth as silk.
I pushed myself up Lany's body until I reached the hard cock jutting out from Lany's groin. I grabbed his thighs and pushed them up so I could get a better angle and then made one long lick with my tongue from Lany's perineum to the top of his cock.
"Oh, Sal!" Lany shouted as he thrust his hips into the air.
The man really did taste fantastic. I could lick Lany all day long and be a very happy man. I used my tongue to bathe Lany's body, moving back and forth between his ass and his cock.
After a few moments, I licked my fingers and then started applying pressure, slowly inserting them into Lany's ass, one at a time. By the time Lany was humping into the air, his head thrashing about on the pillows, I was about ready to explode.
Lany was the most responsive man I'd had ever met. I knew exactly when I hit a sensitive spot and when I didn't. Lany's cries and moans, and the shivers that racked his body, told me everything.
Lany was a dream.
I finally lifted my head and sat up to kneel between Lany's thighs. The sight of Lany lying naked on the mattress with his legs spread, his skin flushed with arousal, and his mouth slightly parted as he panted was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.
I stared for a moment, drinking the sight in, and then leaned over Lany. "Come for me, amore mio," I whispered as I wrapped my fingers around Lany's hard cock and quickly jerked him off. "I need you to come for me."
I could see the edge of an orgasm riding Lany hard in the widening of his beautiful amber-green eyes. Lany was close. I quickly leaned over and covered Lany's lips with my own, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, swallowing his cry as hot spunk shot all over my hand.
Before Lany could come down from his high, I quickly grabbed the lube we kept under the pillow and poured some out in my hand. I lathered up my cock and then smoothed the rest of it over Lany's hole, pushing some deep inside of him.
Once we were both ready to go, I grabbed Lany by his hips and encouraged him to roll over onto his hands and knees. I yanked Lany's ass up into the air and lined my cock up.
I took my time pushing into Lany's ass. My eyes nearly crossed as I watched myself sink into the man's tight hole. Lany rippled around me, cradling my cock, holding me as if we were made to be together instead of apart. My cock felt like it was sinking into a vise grip as I thrust into Lany's tight ass.
When my balls rested against Lany's ass, I stopped and took several deep breaths. If I didn't, the show would be over before it began. It was always like this with Lany. Our passion burned hot and burned fast, consuming both of us.
"So beautiful, caro," I whispered, more to myself than to Lany. I pulled out until just the head of my cock remained in Lany's tight grasp, then watched myself sink in again.
The image was too perfect to not watch a few times. I nearly swallowed my tongue as I watched my cock move out of Lany's ass then sink back in. I had thought seeing Lany all laid out on the mattress was hot.
This was hotter.
The need to feel Lany come apart in my arms was overwhelming. I started thrusting harder, faster, and deeper. Sweat started to build up between my shoulder blades.
As I watched, Lany's cock began to fill again until it stood up from his groin, hard and thick. My level of arousal seemed to be tied into Lany's. The more pleasure Lany felt, the more filled me.
Lany's body seemed to swallow me up every time I thrust into the man, squeezing me and massaging me as if that alone could get me off.
It just might.
I had never felt anything like it in my life. The more I moved, the louder Lany became. There seemed to be a direct connection to Lany's cries and the force of my thrusts.
I went with it, grabbing Lany's hips and pounding into the man as fast and as hard as I could. The sounds of Lany's cries mingled with the sound of our flesh slapping together.
It was heaven to my ears.
"Spread your legs, baby."
I swallowed hard as Lany did just as I commanded. The man's knees spread apart, displaying Lany's balls beautifully. I reached under Lany and wrapped my hand around his cock. I started stroking the man with each thrust of my hips. The faster I pounded into Lany's tight ass, the faster I stroked the man's cock.
"I want to hear your pleasure, caro."
Lany's sweet sounds of pleasure filling the room. The more I touched him, the more I loved on him, the louder Lany became. The tight, inner muscles wrapped around my cock rippled and dragged me to the edge, but I'd be damned if I'd blow before Lany did.
Lany suddenly groaned and shot all over my hand. The scent of Lany's spunk wafted into the air, filling my senses. I growled and thrust into Lany's tight ass one last time.
My orgasm hit him with the force of a freight train. I felt as if my entire body had gone up in flames as I filled Lany's ass with my release. My skin prickled with sensation, the very air around me seeming to caress me as if trying to draw out my climax until my legs shook.