Pretty Baby(31)

"We thought there was just the four of us brothers," Chase said slowly. "We may have been wrong."

"Huh?"

"Elliot, we believe you're our brother."





Chapter 13


"Tommy?" Tommy glanced away from the window and over his shoulder to  Elliot. He could see the apprehension in his mate, the soft tremble of  his hands that he tried to hide by twisting them together.

The last few days had been pretty hard on Elliot, and Tommy knew that.  Just the last two days since Donovan and Chase left to get their brother  were wearing on Tommy' nerves. The trip should have taken a day. It had  turned into two. Hopefully, once Chase and Donovan got back with their  brother things would even out a bit.

"What's wrong, pretty baby?" Tommy asked as he fully turned to face Elliot.

"You're not … " Elliot licked his lips. "Does this change things?"

"Between us?"

Elliot nodded, a small lock of blond hair falling against his forehead.

"No, Elliot, it doesn't change things." Tommy chuckled. "It makes them  more interesting, I'll grant you, but we're mates, and that's for life."

The deep sigh that fell from Elliot's lips made Tommy laugh. He gestured  with his hand for Elliot to come closer, not in the least surprised  when the man practically sprinted across the room. Tommy wrapped his  arms around Elliot and buried his face in the man's sweet smelling hair.                       
       
           



       

"Nothing will ever change how I feel about you, Elliot."

"How do you feel about me?" Elliot asked as he tilted his head back.

"I think you're the best thing since the invention of sliced bread." "Sliced bread?"

"Pre-canned beer?" Tommy countered, barely able to keep the grin off his  face at Elliot's astonishment. "Individually wrapped cheese?"

"Tommy!"

"Sorry, pretty baby, but you're just too easy sometimes."

"I can be." Elliot's eyes started to sparkle. "Easy, I mean."

Tommy felt his eyebrows shoot up at the blatant invitation he could see  in Elliot's face. He could immediately feel heat surround him, making it  hard to breathe. Arousal spiraled through his body.

Tommy quickly glanced around the living room, trying to find a spot  where they could be alone. He thought of the bedroom upstairs, but it  seemed too far away. Then he remembered the pantry. It would do for his  purposes, and he wouldn't need it very long. Tommy already felt like he  was ready to blow just from Elliot's heated look.

Elliot's laughter filled the room as Tommy picked the man up and tossed  him over his shoulder. Tommy could feel several sets of eyes on him as  he carried Elliot out of the living room and made his way quickly to the  pantry. He didn't care. He needed his mate and he needed him now. They  would understand.

Tommy walked into the pantry and set Elliot down before reaching back to  close the door behind him and turn on the light. When he reached for  Elliot again, he was shocked to find him trembling. "Elliot?"

"Are you locking me up again?" Elliot voice wavered.

"Oh, god, no, baby." Tommy pulled Elliot's shaking body into his arms,  mentally smacking himself for not remembering Elliot being locked in the  same damn pantry. "No, I just wanted someplace where we could be  alone."

"And you chose the pantry?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time." Tommy chuckled. He found  Elliot's snort amusing. "I'm sorry, pretty baby, I wasn't thinking. I  just wanted to be alone with you."

"Yeah?" Elliot leaned back, one eyebrow arched. "Why?"

Tommy growled and went for the throat exposed when Elliot tilted his  head back. He heard Elliot's dim whimper then the man pressed against  him, and he felt a whole lot more. Tommy groaned as he licked a line  from the base of Elliot's neck to his ear. His mate tasted so damn good.

"Lube, Tommy," Elliot panted. "Did you remember the lube?"

"That's why I thought of the pantry." Tommy leaned away from Elliot's  neck and grinned, reaching for a small plastic bottle behind the man's  head. "The lube is all the way upstairs. The cooking oil isn't."

"Can you use cooking oil?"

"It wouldn't be my first choice, but it will do in a pinch." Tommy  chuckled. "Now, drop your pants, gorgeous, and brace yourself. This is  going to be fast and rough."

Elliot giggled and went to work on his jeans. Tommy unbuttoned his own,  which was hard to do, considering he kept getting interrupted by the  sight of Elliot's naked body. By the time he got them undone and pushed  down his legs, Elliot stood in front of him with his arms crossed over  his chest, lightly tapping his foot.

"Your fault."

"What is my fault?"

"If you weren't so damn gorgeous, I wouldn't have problems getting my clothes off."

"I would think me being gorgeous would mean you could get your clothes off faster."

Tommy paused in the act of taking the lid off the oil to stare at Elliot  in surprise. The little arch of Eliot's eyebrow sent Tommy into a burst  of laughter. He wondered if he would ever stop being surprised by his  mate. He hoped not.

"Grab the shelves, pretty baby," Tommy said as he dropped to his knees.  He poured a generous amount of oil out on his fingers then set the  bottle on the floor. Looking up at Elliot's confused face, Tommy  grinned. "Spread ‘em."

Elliot grabbed the shelves on either side of him then slowly spread his  legs. Tommy kept his eyes locked with Elliot's as he reached between the  man's legs and pressed his fingers against his tight entrance.

Elliot's response was quick and arousing. The man's head fell back on  his shoulders and he groaned, his legs shaking. Tommy grinned and  pressed one oiled finger into Elliot's ass. "You like that, pretty  baby?"

Elliot glanced down, his eyes dazed, and nodded his head.

"Then you're gonna love this." Tommy leaned forward and swallowed  Elliot's cock to the root. At the same time, he pressed another finger  into his mate.                       
       
           



       

Elliot's reaction was instantaneous. He cried out, filling Tommy's mouth  with his release. Tommy gloried in the satisfaction he derived from  giving his mate so much pleasure even as he swallowed down all Elliot  had to give him.

Tommy grabbed the oil off the floor and poured some more into the palm  of his hand. He set the bottle back down then wrapped his hand around  his hard shaft. He groaned at the ache that filled him as he covered  himself with oil. He wasn't going to last long, not long at all.

"Ready for me, pretty baby?" Tommy asked as he stood and reached for the  man. He lifted Elliot into his arms, pressing the man back against the  wall behind him. He grinned when Elliot's legs wrapped around his waist.  "I guess you are."

"Kisses," Elliot panted. "Need kisses."

Tommy was all too happy to oblige. He pressed his lips against Elliot's,  feeling the man's mouth open to allow him in. Intense desire burned  through his lips, igniting every nerve in his body. Kissing Elliot was a  joy unto itself.

Tommy reached behind Elliot and slid his fingers back down the crease of  his ass. Two of his fingers slid right into the man. The third finger  took a little moving, a little pushing in and pulling out before it slid  in the rest of the way. Tommy would never do anything that hurt Elliot,  no matter how much he wanted the man.

"I love how damn responsive you are, pretty baby," Tommy groaned at the  soft pressure of Elliot's cock pushing against his stomach. The man's  recovery time was astronomical.

Tommy pulled his fingers from Elliot then gripped the man's ass cheeks,  pulling them apart. He pushed forward until he felt the head of his cock  slid against Elliot. Pushing forward even more, Tommy started to slide  in.

Elliot's moan filled the small room. Tommy glanced down at the man,  grinning when he found Elliot staring back up at him, his mouth hanging  open as if he couldn't keep his groans of pleasure behind his lips.

Tommy gripped Elliot's ass tighter and slowly pulled out. He could see  Elliot's response to his movements in the man's glazed eyes. He thrust  forward suddenly and all the air blew out of Elliot's mouth.

"Like that, pretty baby?" Tommy asked as he did it again.

Elliot nodded, his mouth still hanging open.

"Or like this?" Tommy rammed up into Elliot several times, quick short  motions. Elliot's head dropped back. His hands tightened on Tommy's  shoulders.

"I … I have to choose?"

"Guess not." Tommy chuckled. He started thrusting again, alternating  between fast and short, to slow and long. Each movement brought a  different sound from Elliot's mouth, a groan, a moan, a deep cry. Tommy  was fascinated. He couldn't look away from Elliot. Everything the man  felt was written across his flushed face.