Taming Emilio (Buried Secrets Book 2) Page 6

  “Your ass…this beautiful ass of yours feels so good,” Kaden said.

  “I love your big cock inside me.” Emilio met Kaden’s blue eyes.

  “Your ass belongs to me.” Kaden pounded harder while he stroked Emilio’s cock.

  “Fuck me harder,” Emilio begged.

  Kaden rammed his cock in and out, repeatedly. Emilio had experienced a little discomfort, but pleasure followed. As Kaden moved back and forth inside, he kept hitting his happy gland. The blood surged from his fingertips to his toes. He tried to throttle down the dizzying current racing through him. His insides jingled with exhilaration from the closeness of Kaden’s warm body. He finally belonged to this handsome man. King Kaden.

  Being this open and emotionally vulnerable frightened Emilio. Kaden brought out his need to please and never do anything to hurt or anger him. If he continued to make Kaden happy, their relationship would last, and maybe they’d be together forever. Emilio always dreamed of a happy ending with his lovers. The problem stemmed from him associating the first fuck with love, which was unrealistic and fatal for operating his love life this way. At his apartment, he had taped a banner across his mirror that said, “Dream until your dreams come true.”

  “Want it harder?” Kaden asked.

  “Yeah, harder.”

  Kaden picked up the pace. He grabbed Emilio’s hair, pulling his head forward, almost painfully, as he pounded his full length in and out of his ass. Kaden’s motions got even more powerful; his hands grabbed Emilio’s hips, strangling them as he pounded him. The last grueling thrust ignited Kaden to explode inside him. Shot after shot of his sperm painted the inside of his condom as Kaden bit down on his shoulder, his dick ramming in and out while he continued marking him.

  Emilio’s entire body trembled from the power of his intense orgasm. His surroundings clouded as all sensation targeted his cock shooting against his stomach. Finally, Emilio accepted what he knew all along but was too afraid to admit. He liked Kaden…a lot. He wanted to be with him and hoped he felt the same way.

  They held on to each other, enjoying their cozy afterglow. Kaden whispered into Emilio’s ear as he ran his fingers down his face. “We’re going to do this a lot.”

  “Sounds good to me.” Emilio held Kaden a little tighter.

  “Are you hungry?”

  “No, Rafe took me out to dinner.”

  “That was nice since he hates to cook.”

  “He can barbeque pretty good,” Emilio said.

  “True. I went to dinner with Valerik. He’s the man who answered the door.”

  “Valerik? You know him?” Emilio hoped Kaden would never find out what they had done in the guest room before the party. That was all he would need.

  “Of course, I know him. We’ve been in the same group for years.”

  “Oh, so you two are close friends?” Emilio asked.

  “Yes, James, Valerik, and Rafe are like brothers to me.”

  “I didn’t know that.”

  “Is there something you want to tell me?”

  “No.”

  “Let’s take a shower,” Kaden said.

  “Together?”

  “Of course. We’re going to do everything together.” Kaden stood, picked up Emilio, and threw him over his shoulder.

  Emilio trailed kisses down his back until they reached the bathroom. Kaden turned the water on, picked up lube and a condom from the top of the sink, then stepped into the gold mosaic-tiled stall, Emilio tagging right behind. Kaden’s blond hair was messed up and flying in different directions, but Emilio loved that he looked all manly and messy from their sexual escapade. Kaden squeezed some pine-scented gel onto the sponge and rubbed Emilio’s back. Kaden’s fingers teased him when he moved to his ass.

  “Does it hurt much in there?” Kaden asked.

  “Just a little. I like to feel a little pain afterward because it reminds me of what you did to me.” Emilio twisted around to kiss Kaden. Fear took over Emilio when he remembered the makeup he used on the pink marks on his ass from Mr. Brooks’s caning. Emilio had been grateful James had offered to buy it for him so no one at the party would see them.

  “You’re so adorable.” Kaden snuggled closer to him. He gently washed his ass inside and out. Emilio whimpered. Kaden forced him to face him. He slowly circled the gel from the sponge onto his chest.

  “I see you have an Aztec wing tattoo on your ass,” Kaden said.

  “I got it when I worked as a pole dancer,” Emilio said.

  “Pole dancer? Damn, boy. You get around for someone who is only eighteen.” Kaden gazed at him without judgment.

  “How old are you?” Emilio loved how Kaden didn’t condemn him for his past or anything he had said. So far, Kaden didn’t make him feel unworthy because he was uneducated.

  “Thirty-four. I’m an old man to you, right?”

  “Nope. I like you as you are. Age doesn’t matter to me. I was just curious, that’s all.”

  “I see.”

  Emilio felt the sponge swipe across his genitals, laughing because Kaden tickled him. “Ah…tickles me.”

  “I want to fuck you every night,” Kaden said.

  “That’s fine by me.”

  “I’m happy to hear that.”

  Emilio needed to be careful with what he said because he didn’t want Kaden to see how little he knew about anything other than sex.

  “You’re gorgeous,” Kaden said, licking Emilio’s ear.

  Emilio took the sponge from Kaden and repaid the favor of cleaning him. Emilio squeezed some gel into the sponge and began with Kaden’s back. He spent a long time on his lover’s back, then squatted to wash his blond hairy legs. He jumped up and moved onto Kaden’s chest. He had some hair, but not tons like some men he had been with on his job.

  They stood under the showerhead, allowing the water to rinse off the suds, and then washed each other’s hair. Emilio took his time washing Kaden’s neatly trimmed blond beard. Kaden caressed Emilio’s shoulders and twisted him around so he faced the wall. Kaden dabbed a large amount of lube between his cheeks and then inserted one finger. Emilio arched back to allow his finger to deepen the stretch.

  “I want to fuck you again,” Kaden said in his deep voice.

  “I want your big cock inside me.”

  Kaden put on a condom and aimed for his target. He worked his erection in very slowly while Emilio pushed into each move, loving it. Kaden’s hand stroked Emilio’s cock as he pushed in and out, hitting his prostate gland. Emilio moaned as spunk shot from his throbbing cock. He was amazed at how far the first blast of cum flew and watched it, spurt after spurt. Shortly afterward, Kaden cried out, filling the condom. They washed off after Kaden disposed of his used condom. They returned to the living room, then called room service for a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

  “Why are you treating me like we’re on our honeymoon?” Emilio asked.

  “Well, I’m happy you entered my life, and I want to celebrate with you. I’m going to treat you the way you should be treated.”

  There was a loud knock on the door. Kaden put on his jeans before he answered. Naked, Emilio hid in the bedroom area and waited for Kaden to tell him it was okay to return.

  “Come on out,” Kaden shouted.

  Emilio returned to the living area and sat beside Kaden on the gold floral brocade sofa. He popped the corked and poured champagne into the two glasses.

  “To us on our first night together.” Kaden clicked his glass with Emilio’s.

  “To us.”

  Emilio only hoped Kaden would last as his protector and lover. If Kaden didn’t last, he’d have to stay with Rafe. Everything was too perfect, and that made him nervous, almost frightened. Emilio was falling in love with Kaden on the first fuck. Anything good had always disappeared right in front of Emilio’s eyes. The old wounds of losing his family because of a deadly threat from his uncle haunted him again. Most likely, he didn’t deserve anything good, even if he had worked for it.

  Why wa
s being gay such a damn problem? Even Mr. Brooks hated him for being gay. Again, he replayed Mr. Brooks’s words calling him a faggot who needed a fierce caning. Kaden and Rafe didn’t seem to have to battle these demons. Was Emilio the wrong kind of gay guy? Rafe and Kaden were different than he was because they were built like war weapons, ready for any battle confronting them. Emilio wanted their strength to ward off the hate against him for being different. It depressed him that he was so weak he needed protection. None of his friends needed a bodyguard.

  “Hey, you. Talk to me. I can see something is making you sad,” Kaden said.

  “You’re going to dump me when you find out I’m not who you think I am.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “I’m so damn useless that at eighteen, I need protection.”

  “My sweet Emilio, don’t talk shit about yourself. I don’t see you as useless. You need protection because you have enemies after you. That’s the only reason you need help. There’s no doubt in my mind that you could take care of yourself if you didn’t have enemies. It is what it is. Don’t make it into something it isn’t.”

  “I don’t know anyone who needs protection.”

  “Next week, you will meet four new protectees like you. It will be good for you to have friends who have enemies chasing them too.”

  “Why don’t you and Rafe get picked on like me?”

  “Who said I never got picked on?”

  “Did you ever have anyone call you a faggot?”

  “Sure. Lots of times. Rafe did too.”

  “I never knew that. You both seem like no one would dare call you names.”

  “Some in the Marines figured out I was gay. They were my friends, or so I thought, but a few of them beat the shit out of me. I would have been dead if it weren’t for Rafe.”

  “What did Rafe do?”

  “Rafe kicked them off me and saved me from being beaten to death.”

  “I’m glad he was around when it happened,” Emilio said.

  “Later on, we were both asked to leave the Marines after we had served five years overseas. We don’t talk about it much, but we both felt like shit.”

  “I never knew that. Rafe never told me he had to leave the Marines. When he came home, I was so happy. He was my hero, and he still is. The Marines don’t have to worry about me enlisting. I don’t want any part of that.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Kaden

  Kaden awoke six times that night, willing the nightmare to end. It was always the same one: a group of Marines beating the shit out of him. He sat up in bed, reliving the moments believing he would be dead because he was a gay Marine. His so-called buddies punched and kicked him. He had no idea how they found out. He and Rafe had been so careful, but not careful enough obviously.

  The pain and humiliation prevented him from controlling his limbs. The adrenalin had made him feel acutely aware of his bruised body. With each blow, Kaden had felt each individual cell and blood vessel bruising or bursting at the same time his nerve endings blasted out electric shocks. He remembered listening to his heart beating in his ears, and his vision graying out. Stop! It’s over. Don’t think about it anymore.

  His head refused to stop throbbing. He swallowed two aspirins lying on his bedside table. Watching Emilio sleep beside him gave Kaden great pleasure and stopped the nightmare from continuing. He had his own young man to care for, and he was going to relish every minute. No doubt Emilio had many issues, but Kaden thrived on his new challenge, especially teaching Emilio to love himself.

  When Kaden’s phone rang, he quickly picked it up so Emilio could sleep. He rolled out of the bed and proceeded to the living room area.

  “What’s up?” Rafe asked.

  “My dick,” Kaden teased.

  “Are you bragging?”

  “Why are you calling me?” Kaden had wondered how long it would take Rafe to check in on his precious cousin. So, this was what he called staying out of their relationship. Sure, Rafe.

  “I figured you’d be up by now.”

  “I told you my dick is up. What other details do you want to know?” Kaden asked, covering his mouth so Rafe wouldn’t hear him laughing.

  “I don’t want to know the status of your dick. I called to tell you I packed Emilio a suitcase with new clothes. He left all his possessions at his San Diego apartment. I’ll have someone pick up his things this week. I’ll keep them at my house until we return from the cabins.”

  “I already know you packed Emilio’s suitcase. So, what’s the real reason you’re calling me? Oh, wait. You’re dying to know how things went last night.”

  “I promised I wouldn’t interfere, and I meant it.”

  “You were right. I think I’m falling in love with Emilio, and I know him less than twenty-four hours. Go figure. And I’m already in lust for him too.”

  “Just make sure he’s safe. I worry about him. He does so many dumb things, getting himself into trouble. Most of them are due to his age.”

  “Don’t worry about him. I told him he isn’t to move from my sight. We’ll be over after he wakes up. Did you have breakfast yet?” Kaden made coffee with the hope he’d feel better.

  “No.”

  “Why don’t we come over, and I’ll make breakfast for the three of us?”

  “That would be great. Mateo and Anouska are going to be here too. They want to see Emilio.”

  “Sure, as long as you keep Anouska out of the kitchen.”

  “Not a problem.”

  “Thanks.”

  “I can’t believe you’re with him. But I’m really happy about it,” Rafe said.

  “Me too. See you later.” Kaden wanted to tell Rafe about his repetitive dream, but they were too busy to sit down and talk about it. At some point, he wanted Rafe’s assurance that the nightmares would end and that they had nothing to do with who he was today. He knew that, but he needed Rafe to reinforce it.

  Emilio stood in the doorway, naked. Kaden blinked rapidly, startled by the sensations going through his body. How long he’d been listening to his conversation?

  “Come here.” Kaden gestured for Emilio to sit in his lap.

  Biting his lower lip, Emilio pranced over to him.

  “Did I wake you up?” Kaden asked.

  “I heard you talking to Rafe. What did he want?”

  “We’re going there for breakfast and to pick up your suitcase. Shower and get dressed.”

  “I guess you’re all sexed out,” Emilio said.

  “No. I’m not all sexed out, but we have things to do. Remember, we have a week alone for dick play.” Kaden wrapped his arms around Emilio. His damn dick demanded attention, even though they’d had another round of sex during the night. It didn’t matter that Kaden wanted Emilio in that moment, because they needed to get going.

  “What about a quick blow job?” Emilio asked. “You didn’t let me give you one behind the bar.”

  “My dick and ass don’t go public. It’s not my thing.”

  “I don’t mind an audience,” Emilio whispered in Kaden’s ear.

  “You’re a little sex machine. The other guys in the group don’t care either except Mateo. He’s not even gay.”

  “Mateo used to tell me to think I’m straight, and I’d turn straight. It didn’t work.”

  “So you tried it?”

  “I wished myself straight and nothing happened. I’m still as gay as the day is long.”

  “I didn’t know Mateo had issues with gay men. I know he’s your cousin too, but I don’t trust him.”

  “Mateo used to fight with Rafe a lot when they were younger. Rafe said Mateo was a pain in the ass from day one.”

  “He is and not in a good way either,” Kaden said.

  ***

  Kaden and Emilio followed Rafe into the kitchen, where Mateo and Anouska were drinking coffee at the table. He wished Rafe hadn’t invited them to join the group. He had a few problems with a straight guy and girl in their group. He didn’t trust either of them bu
t as much as Rafe trusted his brother, he didn’t think he’d vetted Anouska very well. Anyone who was always sugary sweet was suspect in Kaden’s book.

  As far as Rafe’s father threatening Mateo, he wasn’t sure that was the case since the end goal was to get him to replace their father. Out of the two brothers, Rafe was the stronger one who probably could replace his father. He didn’t want to head a drug cartel, but he could if he had to. What really didn’t make sense was why would Rafe’s father threaten to kill Emilio? He was a gay nephew so why did he care? Rafe claimed his father wanted Emilio as a trading coin so Rafe would return his brother. None of it made sense since his father had the means to kill all three of them if that was his goal.

  “Little Emilio is all grown up and has his own boyfriend now.” Mateo stood and hugged him. “I missed you.”

  “You never came to visit me after your father threatened to cut my balls off,” Emilio said.

  “He told me not to visit you. I didn’t have Rafe around to protect me,” Mateo said.

  “Well, I failed my classes without you.”

  “I’m sorry, but you know my father would have killed both of us,” Mateo said.

  “So who is this?” Emilio pointed to Anouska.

  “That’s Anouska, my girlfriend. I told her about you.”

  “Hi, Emilio,” Anouska said.

  “That’s an unusual name,” Emilio said.

  “It’s Russian,” she said.

  “There’re a lot of damn Russians around here.”

  “Emilio!” Rafe and Kaden both shouted.

  Kaden removed the bacon and eggs from the refrigerator. “If you’re referring to Valerik, he’s not Russian.”

  “Oh, that’s right. He told me he was Ukrainian. I’m supposed to study the difference.”

  “Do you want some help with the breakfast?” Anouska asked.

  “No. Emilio is helping me. It would be easier if you guys sit on the back porch so we have enough room to cook.” Kaden watched the surprised look on Anouska’s face as they carried their mugs outside.

  “Crack these eggs into this bowl,” Kaden ordered. “Don’t get any shells in there either.”