Robby Fletcher waited until he heard the front door slam close and then a vehicle start up and peel away before he moved. And then he didn’t move far. He pulled himself over to the wall and leaned back against it.
He took a couple of minutes to just breathe before cataloging his injuries, and there seemed to be a few more of them this time around. He glanced down at his arm. It was swollen, turning purple at a rapid rate. He suspected it was broken. It wouldn’t be the first bone he had broken.
The rest of his injuries were bruises and abrasion, and a few nasty cuts on his side made with a knife. Barry always did like to play with sharp blades. Robby just wished the man didn’t like to play with them on him. It was as if the guy was trying to mark him or something.
Pressing his good hand against the wall, Robby slowly climbed to his feet. He grit his teeth to keep from crying out when burning hot pain ripped through him. Every movement pulled on his abused muscles. Moving was pure agony.
He stumbled to his dresser and pulled out some clean clothes. Robby had no idea how long it took him to get dressed—he had to keep stopping when the pain became too much—but it felt like forever. By the time he slipped his tennis shoes on and laced them up, he felt as if he was on the verge of collapsing.
He couldn’t, and he knew he couldn’t. Billy and his buddies had most likely gone off to get drunk, but they would be back. Robby couldn’t be here when they returned. He’d never survive another round with Billy’s buddies.
Robby needed to get his backpack out of the closet. It had everything he would need in it. A wad of cash, some protein bars, bottled water, a change of clothes, pictures of his mother, and her cookbook. There wasn’t much else he had that was worth taking. Anything of value, Billy had stolen ages ago.
He’d had a bag packed and ready to go since he helped his brother Moose escape. He had known then that he would eventually have to leave. He just needed to get the courage to do it. Robby wasn’t sure he had the courage now. It was more desperation that was making him run for his life.
Robby grabbed his backpack with his good hand and swung it up over his shoulder. He was too afraid to loop his other arm through the strap. He kept his arm pressed lightly against his stomach instead.
Robby cast one more look around his room, knowing he was never coming back. He had packed anything that held any importance to him, which wasn’t much. Whatever he had of value, Billy had taken and sold.
Robby had suspected for quite some time that his oldest brother was doing drugs. It was nothing he could prove, but the man was just a little too psychotic, sometimes more than others. He wasn’t always like that.
Robby’s heart ached for the brother he used to have, the one that taught him to ride a bike and took him to the park. That had all ended when their mother died. It was almost as if a switch had been flipped in Billy’s head and he went insane.
Their father wasn’t much better. He just wasn’t quite as psychotic as Billy was. He was still violent and a roaring drunk, but Billy took things to a whole nether level. Billy enjoyed inflicting pain. Their father did it only to get what he wanted.
Not seeing anything else that he wanted to take with him, Robby let himself out of his room, locking the door behind him. It was stupid because Billy and his buddies would just kick it in, but he always locked it so now shouldn’t be any different. If they thought he was hiding out in his room when they came back, that might give him a little extra time to get away.
Robby had no idea what made him stop outside Moose’s bedroom door, but something did. A strong knot in his stomach maybe? He wasn’t sure if he was grateful or not when he opened the door and saw the bloody and beaten woman lying on the mattress in the corner.
Robby dropped his backpack to the floor and raced across the room, dropping down to his knees next to the battered woman. He didn’t know where to touch her. Every inch seemed to be bruised or bleeding.
“Lady?” Robby swallowed tightly as he reached down and lifted the dark hair covering the woman’s face. “Holy shit! Carla!”
What in the hell was she doing here? The last he heard, she was headed to a dance school back east.
“Carla, honey, can you hear me?” Robby glanced around, looking for anything to wipe the blood off her face. When he couldn’t find anything, he got up and ran to the kitchen. Robby grabbed a clean, wet rag and a bottle of water before racing back to Moose’s room.
After gently wiping as much of the blood off Carla’s face as he could, he unscrewed the top off the water bottle and then held it up to her lips. Most of it ran down her cheeks into her hairline, but at least it seemed to rouse her. She started to groan and move.
“Carla, it’s Robby. Can you hear me?”
“R-Robby?” Brown eyes blinked up at him from between swollen eyelids.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Someone beat you up, Carla.” Hell, it looked as if they almost killed her. “You’re at my house, in Moose’s room.”
“Moose!” Carla gasped as she clutched at Robby. “You have to warn Moose.”
“Warn Moose?” What in the hell was she talking about? What did Moose have to do with this? “What about Moose?”
“Billy knows about the baby. He’s going to try to hurt Moose by hurting our son.”
“Carla, where is Moose? Do you know where he is?” Robby couldn’t warn the man if he didn’t know where he was.
Gus woke to wet, hot suction around his dick. He groaned as he arched his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into Robby’s throat. And he knew it was Robby. No one else sucked cock like his Robby.
His Robby...that phrase had taken on new meaning over the last two weeks. Unwilling to wait until the church was rebuilt, Gus had convinced Robby to marry him while they were both still laid up in the hospital, Robby from his previous injuries and Gus from the surgery he’d been forced to have on his broken leg.
At least he had been able to convince the doctor to put them in the same room.
Brody and Neason had promised to throw them a huge reception once the church was rebuilt, but it wasn’t the reception Gus had been looking forward to. It was holding Robby in his arms, knowing that the man would never leave that he looked forward to.
The lips on his dick were nice, too.
Gus allowed his knees to fall to the sides. Robby wrapped his hands around Gus’s ankles as the tip of his tongue trailed from sac to perimium and back again. Gus gasped when Robby took his shaft into his mouth. He felt like he was going to fall apart. Tiny fireworks exploded inside of him as Robby swallowed him down to the root, making the flames inside of Gus grow hotter.
He ran his hands over Robby’s head, relishing the contact as the man began to bob his head. He moaned when Robby swirled his tongue around the head of his cock. When Robby’s tongue pressed into the slit at the tip of his cock, Gus pumped his hips toward Robby’s mouth.
“Fuck!” he cried out, unable to breathe as his orgasm grabbed him just as Robby pulled off his cock. He panted heavily as he watched his cum splatter all over Robby’s face. He felt almost primal in that moment as he watched drops of pearly-white seed drip down Robby’s cheeks and off his chin.
Gus smiled as Robby crawled up his body, planting kisses across his chest. He groaned when Robby’s legs spread and the man settled over his aching cock.
“Make love to me?”
Gus chuckled as he reached for Robby and rolled the man beneath him. “Like you have to ask.”
He leaned down and started licking Robby’s skin. He ran his tongue from collarbone to naval, smiled when Robby’s entire body shivered. Robby raised his hands above his head, grabbing the headboard as Gus kissed each hip and then nipped each inner thigh.
“Gus,” Robby groaned.
A deep chuckle rumbled through Gus’s chest as he grabbed the lube from under the pillow and then scooted down to settle between Robby’s thighs, shouldering them apart.
Robby had tortured him.
Now it was his turn.
Gus wrapped his hands around Robby’s ankles as the tip of his tongue trailed from sac to premium and back again. He ran his tongue up the side of Robby’s cock, nipping it along the way with his lips.
Gus slicked up his fingers and then slid one of them into Robby’s tight hole as he sucked the man’s cock to the back of his throat. Robby groaned and writhed, trying to impale his body onto Gus’s hand.
Robby blew out heavily as Gus added a second finger, stretching him wide. When Robby lifted his ass and then pushed back, Gus smacked his hip with his free hand. Robby stilled, but Gus knew it wasn’t because he was afraid.
Gus let Robby’s cock slip from between his lips. He couldn’t get onto his knees until the cast on his leg came off, but that wasn’t going to stop him from giving Robby what he needed, what they both needed.
Gus flipped Robby over onto his stomach. He stared down at the beautifully rounded globes before him, rubbing his hands over them, one hand, one cheek. He leaned down and bit into one, not hard enough to break the skin, but Robby would have teeth marks on his ass for a little while at least.
Gus couldn’t have been happier about that.
“I need two hands.”
Robby frowned as he glanced over his shoulder. “You have two hands. It’s your leg that’s broken.”
Robby gasped when Gus smacked him on the ass.
“Move over, baby.”
Once Robby moved out of the way, Gus scooted up to the top of the bed. He rolled over onto his back and then patted his chest. “Straddle me.” When Robby started to swing a leg over, Gus shook his head. “No, baby, straddle my chest, but face the other way.”
Gus knew he had made the right decision when Robby did what he said and the man’s ass was right there in front of his face. And what an ass it was. Gus rubbed his hands over each cheek again, landing a smack on one and then the other.
Robby groaned even as he wiggled his butt.
“You have the most fantastic ass.” Gus ran his finger from the crack of that ass, down over Robby’s pulsing hole, to his balls. He did it again, and then again, smiling when Robby started moving his hips as if trying to chase Gus’s finger.
The next time he stroked his finger down between the man’s ass cheeks, he stopped when he got to Robby’s tight ring of muscles and pushed his finger in. Robby’s high pitched cry was his reward. Gus thrust his finger in and out several times before adding a second finger. He loved how Robby’s body seemed to just suck him in every time he thrust his fingers forward.
Maneuvering his fingers, Gus quickly found Robby’s sweet spot, crooking his fingers until his love was writhing above him. When Robby’s body seemed to suck his finger right in again, Gus added a third and moved it around, pulling it out and pushing it back in until he could move all three fingers easily.
Gus chuckled. “Spin around, baby.”
Robby moved faster than Gus thought he would, spinning around and straddling him again.
“You take it from here, Robby.”
Robby nodded as he slowly lowered his body onto Gus’s large shaft. He stopped after a moment, took a few deep breaths, and then started to lower himself again, little by little. By the time he bottomed out, they were both panting.
“Take it from here, love.”
Robby raised up and then dropped back down, stealing the air from Gus’s lungs as his cock was enveloped in his silky hot ass. Gus moved his hands down Robby’s sweat slickened skin, skimming either side of Robby’s body to his hips and started thrusting up into Robby’s ass.
Gus’s thrusts increased in both speed and strength as he drove himself in and out of Robby’s tight hole. He could feel Robby’s ass rippling around him every time his dick pushed into the man’s tight grip.
“Faster. Harder. Make me come, Gus. Please,” Robby begged. His eyes fluttered as his lips parted, the man panting as he bounced on Gus’s dick.
“Don’t I always?