“How you doing, Flynn?” His younger sister, Willow was looking at him like she was waiting for him to break down, which was a real possibility.
Forcing himself to concentrate on the task at hand he shoved all those feeling of grief as far down as he could. He picked up another knife, wiping off the water spots with a towel that were left by the dishwasher.
He’d never understood why the restaurant, Cedar Falls Steakhouse, where he and his sister worked, couldn’t find a better dishwasher than one that left so many spots on the silverware. The waiters had to spend thirty minutes before shift rubbing them off.
Not that he was going to complain. Flynn knew how lucky he was to have this job. Cedar Falls was a small town with very little in the way of job openings. It was why the citizens were so excited about the Spring Fling Festival. They were hopeful it would be the start of bringing more visitors to their sleepy little town.
Ryder Monroe, a small town event planner, was hired recently for his ability to put small towns on the map and make them vacation destinations. With the casino opening in the fall, Ryder would have a lot of help to make that happen, but the man had a long way to go when half of the shops along Main and Peachtree, the two roads that crossed through the heart of town, were empty.
So if Giona, one of the owners of the Cedar Falls Steakhouse, wanted him to polish silverware, who was he to say otherwise? He needed this job badly enough that she could ask him to walk around on his hands and he’d find a way to do it.
“I’m fine, sis. Don’t you have menus to wipe down?” He loved his sister but he didn’t need her reminding him of what he’d lost, not while he was working.
Willow had recently turned eighteen and Giona did him a favor by agreeing to hire his sister as the weekend hostess. They were desperate for money since their father took off and their mother hadn’t left her room since the incident ten years ago.
His sister handed him a piece of paper but Flynn didn’t need to look at it to know what was on it. He’d been the one to draw it. “I found this in your art book. You need to talk about it Flynn.”
He refused to stare at the picture she’d shoved in front of his face. It was of his twin sister, Freesia, sightless eyes staring back at him as she floated on the water.
One tear fell as the unbidden image of his sister pushed into his mind relentlessly forcing him to remember. “Please, I have to work,” he whispered to Willow.
His younger sister tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as she studied him for a few moments. “Okay, Flynn, but you need to talk about it sooner rather than later.” Thankfully she left him alone and went back to the hostess stand.
He picked up a spoon and took out his emotions on the utensil as he rubbed it hard enough that it looked like he was trying to put a hole in it. When the tears continued to choke him, he took big lungfuls of air to stop them.
He wasn’t averse to crying but he was at work, crying just wasn’t allowed. He should know since he’d been sent home at least a dozen times over the five years he’d worked here for that very reason.
In fairness to his boss, Flynn had been nearly hysterical each of those times but he’d still been sent home. Something he just couldn’t afford, not if he hoped to buy groceries or pay any of the other bills that seemed to pile up since his father left them five years ago.
“Alright people, we open in just fifteen minutes,” Giona called out as she started walking around the dining room to make sure everything was in place.
Flynn was behind but he was able to quickly finish the silver he was polishing in a just another minute. Just as Giona got to his section, Flynn started setting up his tables. For a small town steakhouse, the owners Giona and her husband Matthew had high standards.
It was one of the reasons the steakhouse was still staying afloat when the rest of the town was dying. Their steaks were amazing, yet not too pricey. The rest of their menu was equally great, with a variety of food for even the pickiest of eaters.
Giona just raised her eyebrow at him for not being finished but she didn’t say anything as she continued her inspection. He would have to start coming in earlier to get started. He’d found over the four years he’d been working as a waiter, it was the only way he could keep up during this time of year.
As soon as the doors opened, customers started streaming in, pushing his thoughts of Freesia to the background. It was a madhouse, probably because it had been one of the nicest days they’d had since last fall. Not to mention it was a Friday, which was date night, even in a small town.
These were the kind of nights Flynn liked, too busy to think about anything but taking orders and keeping his tables happy. It didn’t hurt that it also ensured he made quite a bit of money in tips.
“Welcome to Cedar Falls Steakhouse, I hope you...” Flynn stumbled for a brief moment as he laid eyes on a man who was the epitome of all of Flynn’s fantasies rolled up into one drool-inducing man. “Gentlemen are having a good evening.” He hoped no one noticed his slight stumble.
Ryder grinned, giving him a wink. “Flynn, I’d like you to meet Jaxson Rankin and Harley Watts. I’m hoping to show them why Cedar Falls is the perfect place to open their tattoo and piercing shop.”
He hadn’t missed the multiple tattoos and piercings on both men but Flynn couldn’t seem to take his eyes off Jaxson. His fingers itched for his pencils and sketch pad to put the man’s strong features on paper.
There were no words.
Flynn was flying under the assault of Jax’s mouth. He hadn’t thought any kiss could be better than their first, but this...this is so much more...demanding.
It was like Jax was trying to brand him through the kiss. After the spanking he’d just received and being gagged, Flynn didn’t know what to do, what to think or how to feel. He was flying apart at the seams, only Jax’s hands stroking his body kept him together.
Everything was just so...big. It was more than he knew how to handle. Jax’s tongue was stroking Flynn’s at the same time the man’s fingers stroked along the crease of his ass. His body shook at the dual sensations.
He didn’t know what to do. Was he supposed to take off Jax’s clothes like the man had done for him? He wasn’t sure he would be able to do that with his hands clinging Jax’s biceps. The fear that his shaky legs wouldn’t be able to hold him if he let go, had him tightening his grip.
Anxiety started to snake its way into him, immobilizing him. What if he was doing it all wrong? What if Jax wanted him to do more than hold on for dear life?
The feelings inside him were just too much for him, he had to share, to give some of it to Jax. He pushed a needy moan into the man’s mouth, hoping Jax would help him before he broke apart.
The kiss went impossibly deeper as Jax took complete control. The fingers that had been stroking his crease stopped. Both arms wrapped around his waist, settling him back against the bed.
His arms were tugged up above his head but it was the hard press of Jax’s body that he focused on. The rough texture of the man’s jeans abraded the base of Flynn’s cock, sending delicious tendrils of need spiking through his body with each movement.
In contrast the soft material of Jax’s t-shirt brushed across the tip of his cock, which sent shivers racing up and down his spine until he was sure he was going to come. He tried to bring his hand down to stop his impending orgasm but Flynn found his hand wouldn’t move.
Tugging he felt something was tied around his wrists, binding him to the headboard. The thought of being completely at Jax’s mercy had him crying out into the man’s mouth.
Was it wrong to like that he no longer had the choice of where his hands were? To know it was a decision he didn’t have to make, something he couldn’t screw up by doing the wrong thing?
He tugged once more, testing to be sure it wasn’t a trick. The bindings held. One of the bubbles of anxiety deep inside burst, freeing the feeling, allowing it leave his body.
He whined when Jax’s lips left his. Those dark brown eyes looked down at him, a wicked smile on his face. “There’s no getting free, little bird, no matter how hard you try.”
Flynn smiled back. It was exactly what he wanted to hear. Since his sister’s death, his dad leaving and his mom refusing to leave the bed, he’d been fighting tooth and nail to keep up on the bills.
In the beginning he’d only had been able to get part-time jobs, the money never enough to pay all the bills. He’d had to decide, without anyone to help, which ones didn’t get paid.
In the seven years since his father left, his younger sister only eleven at the time, he became the sole breadwinner of the family, Willow’s unofficial guardian and his mother’s caretaker. At times it had felt like he’d cave under the pressure, but he’d failed one sister already, he wasn’t about to fail the only one he had left.
A sharp pinch on his nipple brought him back to the present. “Stay with me, little bird.” Jax’s head lowered to his chest, his teeth biting down on Flynn’s taut nipple.
“Ughn.” He wasn’t sure where the loud drawn out sound came from but Flynn was pretty sure he’d made it.
Then the other nipple was given the same treatment. Flynn arched up into the pain, wanting more. Something inside him rebelled at the thought of liking pain, yet before he could focus on it, Jax, bit down on one nub while twisting the other.
His cock pulsed between them.
“Damn, little bird, there is so much I want to do to you, but we don’t have much time right now.” Jax climbed off the bed, stripping quickly.
The question of why they didn’t have time forgotten as his gaze feasted on that hard toned body, tattoos calling to Flynn’s fingers to trace. He did his best to memorize every detail to draw later. All too soon Jax came back to the bed, his eyes mourning the loss of all that perfection even while his body sang as Jax once more pressed his body against Flynn’s.
A groan so deep, Flynn was sure it came all the way from his toes, spilled from his lips at the feel of the man’s flesh pressed against his. Their cocks brushed against each other, this time they both moaned.
Firm hands stroked his flesh from the tips of his fingers, down his arms, his torso, his thighs, his calves and lastly his feet. Those dark eyes had locked on his the whole time, seeing straight into Flynn’s soul.
It wasn’t until Jax held his toes in the man’s calloused hands that the man spoke. “Every inch of this body belongs to me.” The man’s gaze never wavered as he continued to stare at Flynn for another minute. “Understand?”