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"Okay, okay," Bailey sighed, having exhausted all of his arguments why he needed to be at Owen's side. "I don't like it one bit. Lucas, I feel as if I'm ignoring him! That's unconscionable, after everything he did for me." He paused, as Lucas interrupted. "Yes, I see your point. He's so damned sensitive about being made to feel like an emotional invalid that it wouldn't do to have me and the rest of the guys show up, unannounced, all of us fretting over his welfare. He may not like feeling like an emotional invalid, but that is precisely what he is! And, there's no need to repeat my analysis of his mental well-being. "You haven't told me what he thought of you and Sam coming home early. Knowing him, he's going to find a reason to blame himself. Lucas, that man is just too willing to believe that he is the cause of all the world's ills . . . him personally! He's been told so often, and for so long, that he is beneath contempt, that he's come to believe it. Oh . . . he won't admit it . . . perhaps he doesn't even realize it, but that is what he believes. That damned father of his ruined him! He needs all his friends around him." Bailey exhaled an exaggerated sigh. "Yes, you're right. Sometimes one can have too much of a good thing. Lucas . . . I don't like you telling me that staying in Atlanta is the best thing I can do for him." Bailey lowered his voice. "If it was anyone other than you . . . or, possibly Sam, asking me to stay put, I wouldn't do it. I know, though, how much you love him; so, as much as I don't like the idea, I'll agree to do as you ask. "But!" he continued, raising his voice, "you have to promise to keep me informed about everything that's happening to him. I'm not only asking for myself, but for Riley, who's standing at my side, and Nathan, as well, even though he's not at my side." Bailey snorted. "He and Micah have barely strayed from the bedroom, since they got together. It's sweet, but, one would think they'd need to find something to do other than sleep, eat, and have sex! They both claim to be catching up for missed opportunities." Bailey chuckled, as he strolled away from Riley, who'd begun talking to the bodyguard. "Those two guys, fucking like bunnies, has had one unexpected result. Two of the guards have gotten so turned on watching and listening to them, they've retreated to Micah's old room, a few times, to exchange some sperm. The other two guards accommodate them, by looking out after Micah and Nathan for a few minutes, while the guys get their rocks off. It's funny how everyone pretends nothing's happened. If it weren't for two happily smiling guards, no one would suspect anything. "I do have to agree with the guards. Just listening to those two . . . Micah and Nathan, I mean . . . is exciting. If I had to stand in the door to the bedroom and keep an eye on them, like the guards do, I'd probably be jumping Riley more often than I already do." Bailey laughed, as Riley rejoined him. "That exclamation you heard was Riley protesting that I don't jump him often enough." "We're always doing business stuff!" Riley yelled, from nearby. "I want a vacation!" Bailey sobered. "Yes . . . well, I guess I'm getting to have a reputation as a slave driver, and Riley's my only slave. I need a staff to pester! Hmmmm," he wondered, "By any chance, are you suggesting I remain in Atlanta, because you want to avoid my . . ." "Help, Lucas!" Riley wailed, grabbing the phone. "The man's talkin' business 24/7. If the Genr'l weren't so sexy, I wouldn't mind workin' all the time. I love Bailey in a suit. But, I love him out of a suit even more! Do you realize he wears a suit . . . every . . . day?" Riley laughed, dancing away from Bailey's attempt to recapture the phone. "He goes casual when he removes his friggin' tie! Me, I want him nekkid, and the only skin he allows me to see is his bare neck!" Bailey laughed, as he grabbed the telephone, then yelped, as Riley grabbed at him. "I've got'a go, Lucas! Riley's intent on sowing some wild oats!" "Bye, Lucas!" Riley shouted, then punched the end call button, and threw the telephone onto a nearby sofa, as he herded Bailey through the apartment and into their bedroom. * * * Scott Chen, Riley's bodyguard, grinned at the sounds coming from the bedroom and turned to his colleague, Ernst Hirsch, who was doing his best to ignore the laughter and the occasional slap of a hand against bare skin. "So, Ernst," Scott said, "It sounds as if Mister Wilkins wants to leave our happy little family to be with a friend. If this is the same man he's always talking about, I'm surprised he hasn't already left." Ernst Hirsch thought a moment. "I don't know. The other three young men take many of their cues from Mister Wilkins. If he says he's going to leave Atlanta, we're going to have a full scale revolt on our hands. He's been the one who has kept everyone in check, by not complaining about the circumstances he and the three brothers find themselves in. He's here because he chooses to be close to Mister Pruitt. The others haven't been asked what they want. "At first, especially after Micah's house was destroyed, the men were pretty frightened. Now," Ernst shrugged. "Both the fear and anger have diminished, since their mother hasn't made any other overt moves . . . that we are aware of. "If the young men's mother doesn't do something soon, they're going to use that lack of action as an argument to dispense with our services. I'd hate to have that happen, only to have their mother strike, and we're not around to protect them." "Do you think she's given up?" Ernst Hirsch didn't need to think. "No, I don't. From all the intelligence we're privy to, and from what the young men have told us, she doesn't sound like the type of person to give up. "I'm glad Mister Wilkins' friend urged him to stay put. That's good, for the short term; though I think it's only a matter of time before he'll stop paying attention to his friend. He's accustomed to being the person in charge of things, and, right now, he's not in charge of anything but his and Mister Pruitt's new business." "There's nothing we can do then, is there?" Scott Chen asked. "No, nothing other than do our job. If the young men look as if they are ready to rebel, perhaps their father will be able to talk some sense into them." Scott Chen softly snorted. "These are a group of very strong young men. They've been docile, not because they're afraid of their mother, but because both Mister Wilkins and Franklin Pruitt have urged them to be patient. If Mister Wilkins suddenly wants to leave, I don't believe Franklin Pruitt will have enough influence to keep the others in line." "Um . . . Mister Sutton . . . Micah . . . seems to be especially, to use your word, docile. After the destruction of his home, I would have expected more . . . um, if you'll excuse the word . . . fire, from him." Scott Chen grinned. "Under any other circumstance, I would agree with you, but Nathan has diverted his attention from anything else. I wouldn't worry that Micah is a wimp. I don't believe, for a moment, that he'll continue to follow Nathan around, like a puppy . . . at least not for very long. This relationship-thing is new to him. Suddenly, he has not only a family, but a person with whom to have an intimate relationship. Once he assimilates all of that into his world-view, we'll start to see what Micah is truly made of. I'm betting he's at least as strong as his two brothers, if not more so." * * * Micah shifted position, fluffed the pillow, then grumbled, turning from his stomach to his back. "I'm sick of this," he groused. "Not you, or what we've been doing," he hastened to add, but all this hanging around, doing nothing whatsoever. I'm accustomed to working! I've worked, at one sort of job or another, since I was old enough to be hired. Now, for the first time in my life, I'm not doing anything but having fun." He turned his head and tried to grin at Nathan, who had rolled onto his side and was watching his half-brother. "Fun's great. You're awesome; but geez, Nathan . . . don't you feel it? Don't you need to be doing something, other than having sex? "I know you just graduated from high school. Hadn't you planned on going to a university?" Nathan flopped onto his back. "Yeah, I was all set t'go, but Mother happened, and . . . well, you know the rest. Hell, I couldn't even notify the admissions folks that I wasn't going to be able to make use of the scholarship n'all, because that might have given her a clue about where I was. So . . . one of Dad's people handled everything. I'm sure that went over well. I've prob'ly got so many black marks against my name I'll never get into any school! Those places frown on accepting students whose deranged mothers are out to kill them, y'know." He snorted an irritated sound, then retreated into silence, linking his fingers behind his head and staring at the darkened bedroom ceiling. "I'm really sick of that woman running my life." He barked a soft laugh. "I'm not sure why I should suddenly be sick of it, though. She's been doing her best to run Riley's and my life since we were born." He turned his head, and watched Micah. "You're lucky to have spent your life not having to deal with her. She's like some sort of sickness, Micah. She will eat away at you, in small pieces, until there is nothing left but a shell. Then, she'll throw you away and bitch about how worthless you are." "Didn't she ever do something good . . . anything?" "For someone other than herself, you mean?" Nathan asked, not meeting Micah's eyes. "I . . . guess. Something good . . . for you, Riley, or your father." "No . . . nothing. She never smiled at us, or held us, or told us we'd done a good job, or that she was proud of us. We never had a birthday party, as children, other than something Elsie, the maid, organized, with some of the house staff. Same with any other holidays. She was always too busy, attending society teas, or whatever, to have time for her family. Whenever Dad would take Riley and me to the Country Club, for a dinner, or something, and she was there . . . she'd avoid us like the plague. "Since both she and Dad were only children, Riley and I didn't have cousins n'all to hang out with, and since we were, one of the . . . Pruitt boys . . . it was tough to have any friends, other than Riley and Dad. They're my buddies, as much as my father and brother. When Riley left for college, I really felt his absence. So'd Dad. Mother . . . felt nothing. As far as I can remember, I don't think she ever mentioned him. "Oh, I had some friends at school, but that's where they stayed . . . at school. Riley n'I went to a private school, so the guys we hung around with, and their parents, weren't intimidated by the Pruitts, like a lot of other people are, but they all knew Mother, or had heard of her, and didn't want their children to be anywhere near her." There was a long pause. "Smart people! But, that also meant that neither Riley or I were ever invited anywhere by guys we knew at school. Neither of us ever had a date . . . not that we'd have wanted one, but . . . geez, Micah! We grew up alone! The only loving female either of us ever met was our friggin' maid! Our mother and sister were total bitches." He took a steadying breath. "Sorry about getting all worked up. Talking about her does it to me every time. "Dad was always working. Mother was being Mother, always primping or going dramatic on us, or shouting, then flouncing out to go to the Country Club, leaving behind angry words. Neither Riley or I ever forgot those words. Dad did his best to smooth things over, but . . ." Nathan's mouth twisted and he shook his head. "Elsie . . . was our mother. She did her job, and was also mother to Riley and me . . . whenever our brother and sister weren't around. They, especially my sister Lisa, were just like Mother. JUST like her. She would have complained about Elsie 'getting above her station,' by treating us well. Kirby, my oldest brother, was nothing but Mother, wearing pants. She'd ruined them both, when they were too young to realize what was happening. By the time Riley and I were born, she'd grown to hate children. "Neither Riley or I ever felt really safe around her. So . . . we avoided her, as much as possible. Riley got out the day he graduated from high school. He was so scared of her, he never told anyone where he was, or what college he was attending, or anything. I'd planned on doing the same thing. She'd been told I was heading to one particular school, while, in fact, I was going someplace else. "I'd told Dad what I'd planned, though, unlike Riley. Actually, I'd told both Dad and Elsie, who got all misty-eyed about my plans to leave." Nathan grinned. "Elsie comes across as some sort'a person who belongs in an action movie, or something. She's really a sweetheart. She's devoted to the Pruitts . . . at least to Dad, Riley, n'me. Give her half-a-chance, and you'll be 'one of her boys,' too. She's already told Riley n'me that we need to let you teach us how to dress. Nathan continued, imitating the maid's drawling, deep-Southern accent, "That boy looks like a Pruitt should look," she told me, that day we were at the house . . . when you met Dad n'all." Nathan chuckled. "If she thinks you're awesome when you're dressed, she should see you nekkid! Yeow, Mama!" "Nathan," Micah said, in a low voice. "I need to talk about something important." "Ohhhh. Okay?" "What does it mean . . . for me to be a Pruitt, and a Sutton? I've grown up being a Sutton. Now, it seems, I'm being asked to be something else, too. I've been thinking about it . . . a lot . . . and, I don't know what it all means. I wonder if I can be both a Sutton and a Pruitt, while continuing to be Micah. "The world knows you and Riley are your father's children. No one knows me, from the man in the moon. Since your father has accepted me, most everyone else will, too. But . . . I'll always be the new one, always expected . . . by everyone else . . . to stand one step behind you both. Intentionally or not, everyone will constantly remind me of my parentage. They'll not care about the people who reared me, or anything about me . . . where I went t'school, or anything. I'll always be about as welcome as a French kiss at a family reunion." Despite himself, Nathan's lips curled into a grin. "I need t'be my own man, Nathan. I'm afraid, of what a relationship between the two of us means . . . for us, as well as your father. I won't be known as Nathan's half-brother, and sex partner, Micah. No matter how much I care for you, or how great the sex is, I won't be known as the real Pruitt boy's sidekick. I have to be my own man. "I don't want to exist in your shadow, any more than I want you to exist in mine. Both of us are going to have a difficult enough time, existing in your father's shadow . . . in the Pruitt shadow, and, sad to say, in the shadow of what Elizabeth is doing. No one's ever going to forget what she's done, and, whether they keep bringing it up, or not, they'll remember. It's a scandal, and we both know how people love a scandal. Even after she's captured, or whatever, we'll always live with it. None of us will ever be able to divorce ourselves from what she's done. They'll always be waiting for one of us to start behaving like her. Her enemies, as well as the people your father has bested, in business, sense the Pruitt's are vulnerable and are just waiting for an opportunity to strike. You, Riley, and I will be seen as easy targets." Nathan spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. "What does all this mean . . . about you n'me? I agree with you about all that shadow-stuff, but, geez, Micah, I sort'a feel like you're telling me t'go my own way, or something. That we can't ever be more than half-brothers . . . y'know?" "Awwww, Nathan," Micah said, as he half-rolled onto his brother, and kissed his cheek. "That's not what I intended to say, at all. I just needed to tell you what I've been thinking about. "Maybe it's being cooped up here in this apartment for so long that's causing me to do all this introspective stuff . . . I don't know. I don't want you to feel bad, 'cause there's nothing to feel bad about. I don't feel any different about you now than I did a few minutes ago. I just needed to let you know where I'm coming from, and to tell you about some of my fears about the future." Nathan turned onto his side and propped himself up on an elbow. "Does that mean that you n'I . . . the two of us . . . can face those fears, together?" "As equals?" Nathan nodded, once. "As equals. Neither Riley or I would want it any other way." He rested a hand on Micah's bare chest. "You are my brother, just as much as Riley is. Whatever's waiting for Dad and us . . . we'll face together." * * * Riley glanced over Bailey's shoulder, wondering who would be knocking on their doorframe. As always, whenever anything out of the ordinary happened, his first thought was that one of the guards had been given the task of telling him that his mother had been captured, before she could do any more damage than she already had. 'That would be the best case scenario,' he'd thought, more than once. 'More likely, though, would be one of the guards having to tell us that she'd succeeded in doing something . . . of hurting someone, or worse yet, of killing someone.' Tonight, it wasn't the guards, but Micah, with Nathan standing at side. 'Something's changed,' was his first thought. Even in the low light entering the bedroom through the open door, everything about Micah was . . . subtly different. 'He's not the defeated man who cried on Nathan's shoulder, on the day Mother tried to murder him.' "Hi, guys," he said, as Bailey twisted to see who was at the door. "May we come in?" Micah asked. 'Even his voice is different,' Riley thought. 'More assertive.' 'Damn, what a pair!' Bailey thought, as the two naked men stepped into the darkened bedroom. Both he and Riley shifted into a sitting position. Nathan grinned, gesturing a greeting, but, uncharacteristically, said nothing, as if deferring to the slender man at his side. The two men climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged. "Um . . . we figured you'd finished," Micah began, with a grin in his voice, as he took his half-brother's hand. "We've been waiting until the grunting and groaning quit, and the guards stopped whispering, giving you both style points," Nathan added, with a chuckle, scooting closer, and leaning into Micah. "What's up?" Riley asked, intentionally directing the question to Micah. "What's the latest news?" the older man asked. "We heard you talking, earlier, and it sounded as if there were problems of some sort." He turned to Bailey, who'd been unconsciously doing his best to coax his hair back into place and look dignified, while sitting, naked, in the midst of twisted and rumpled sheets. It didn't help that the room smelled of sex and perspiration. "Gen'rl," Riley muttered. "Quit primping. They don't care that you're naked, or that your hair isn't at its best." "We promise we won't report you to the Atlanta fashion police," Nathan teased. "Personally, I think you look hot, naked." Micah grinned. "I agree." "Um," Bailey's eyes flicked from Micah to Nathan. "Thanks." 'He's caught on that something's changed,' Riley told himself. "So . . ." Micah began. "Did your conversation, on the phone awhile ago, have anything to do with . . . Elizabeth?" He turned to Nathan. "I refuse to call that woman, Mother." "Understandable," Bailey soothed. "No, I was speaking with Lucas, a friend of mine. He's the person responsible for the greenhouses you've heard me talk about. "Now . . . tell me what's changed between you two," Bailey urged. "Other than you finally having assimilated . . . Elizabeth's attack." Micah studied the handsome man. "You're right," he finally said. "I've finally gotten over the multiple shocks of finding out that I have brothers, that one of 'em is sexier than all get-out, and is interested in me, and, learning that I am the son of a deranged woman, who is intent on killing everyone in the family over some imagined injustices." He raked his fingers through his hair, as he heaved a sigh. "That's a lot to have dumped on one's plate, within the space of a couple days." "We've talked about the long range results of Mother's . . . antics," Nathan added, "as well as Micah's and my relationship." "Oh?" Riley murmured. Nathan nodded, but Micah spoke. "I told him that it's gonna be rough on me to be true to everything my grandparents did for me, meaning my name n'all, and be a Pruitt, with all the expectations and whatever that goes along with that name. "I told Nathan of my need to be allowed to continue to find a place for myself in the Pruitt household, and, of my fears of not being seen as a true Pruitt, but as the lasting result of Elizabeth's indiscretion. "I know having me suddenly appear, as well as my relationship with Nathan, is a lot for you to absorb, too, Riley. All I ask is that I be given a chance to be my own man and not a reflection of what you or your father believe I should be." "We're also worried about the long range ramifications of her behavior . . . how all her enemies and the folks Dad's business has surpassed, will see all that's going on as a chance for some sort of revenge." "A tall order," Bailey murmured, "for each of you, and for your father." "Expectations," Riley sighed, "are tough things to overcome. Thank you, Micah, for setting Nathan and me straight, before we had the time to begin expecting things of you. Thanks also for your thoughts about what might happen . . ." he made a vague gesture . . . "after. "Have you had a similar conversation with Father?" Micah shook his head. "No, not yet." "He's so thrilled to have another son, I'm thinking he might be the person who will be bending over backwards, to make you feel welcome. Unfortunately, it'd be just like him to go overboard." Nathan nodded in agreement. "Don't let him," Riley continued. "Treat him the same as you would Nathan or me. Don't let him run your life, making expectations. Take as much time as you like to develop a relationship with him. Don't let him overwhelm you. "I have'ta tell you that Nathan's not the only person who's thrilled by finding out that we're brothers. Not half brothers!" he said, raising his voice. "As far as Nathan and I are concerned, we're brothers. I don't care about what was going on, at your birth. While I mourn your grandparents' death, I can't tell you how happy I am to have you as a brother. While you will always be a Sutton, I would hope that you can also think of yourself as a Pruitt. "There's nothing any of us . . . Father included . . . can do to quiet people's talk. The Pruitt's have always been a ripe target for gossip. The only thing we can do is to do our best to ignore it. "I've got'a tell you, though, that if I . . . ever . . . behave as if you are somehow not a true member of the family, I urge you to sit me down and tell me I'm behaving badly. I'm sure Nathan has told you the same thing." "Not quite so well, though," Nathan murmured. "I was too busy worrying he'd gotten tired of me, or something, to come up with a pretty speech like he did." "He's going to be trouble," Riley warned, nodding toward his younger brother, as a smile toyed with the corners of his lips. "Are you sure you can handle him?" Micah grinned, flicking a glance to his left. "Yeah, I'm sure. He's kind'a cute, in a little kid sort'a way." "Hey!" "Besides," Micah continued, as he lay an arm across his brother's shoulders. "During the past weeks, I've gotten pretty attached to him. He held me when my grandparents' house was burning, and I felt as if I was all alone. He told me I wasn't, and allowed me to cry and rant and rave, then he told me again that he was there for me . . . both as a brother, and, he hoped, as something more." The corners of his lips twitched, as he turned and saw Nathan's wide eyes. "He's an easy man to love." "I've always thought so," Riley murmured, surprised at his brother's uncharacteristic silence. "No comments, Nathan?" Bailey murmured. "Micah is a pretty lucky guy." "I'm stronger than him," Micah dryly muttered. "If he becomes too obnoxious, I'll take him over my knee and give him a spanking." "That was the wrong thing to say," Riley mumbled. "Do I have to be bad to get a spanking?" Nathan asked. "We are talking about my bare butt, aren't we?" "I can imagine what the guards are going to think," Bailey moaned, flopping backward. "The guys are spanking one another!" "That's tame!" Nathan laughed. "Yesterday, they were watching as I licked his asshole. If they can handle that, they can handle a spanking." "Moving on," Micah intoned. "What are your plans, Riley?" he asked. "Do we stay here until we're given the green light t'leave? What do you think is on Elizabeth's mind?" * * * "Oh, Gustav!" Elizabeth gushed, as she hastily wrote down the address and name of the car rental agency. "Thank you so much for arranging for me to have a car and some spending money. I don't know how I'm going to repay you for your years of generosity. I just don't know how I would be able to go on without your support. "You fucking bastard!" she muttered, as she hung up the phone, ignoring the attorney's squawk of laughter. "If I'm lucky, I'll never have to hear your voice, or your sick sense of humor again." 'Oh, yessss,' she told herself, as she punched a number into the telephone. 'Have I got plans for you." 'He thinks I'm nothing!' she seethed. 'After all I've done for him! I practically kept that so-called firm of his afloat, during all those years. I was his best client. He was my friend, but his behavior has betrayed my trust. He's treated me like some sort of slut off the street. I am Elizabeth Pruitt, and I will not be treated in that manner, by any man, but most especially not by a mere servant. That's what he is, a no-good scummy servant.' * * * "The old man is pissed," the car's passenger grumbled, as he turned off his telephone and leaned back in his seat, resting his head against the headrest. "I really do hate dealing with that man. I mean . . . really." He turned to the car's driver, the self-proclaimed 'head of this outfit.' "Have we been paid? I mean, we're not driving all over the country with the promise of future payment . . . are we?" "Yeah . . . well . . ." the driver temporized. "The final payment will come, once we've eliminated the lady." He flicked a glance toward the car's other occupant. "I tried to get him to pay us in advance! . . . Don't give me that look! You know how he is. Fuck, you just finished talking t'him!" "So . . . that's why we can't just wash our hands of the whole thing and walk away." The driver threw him an exasperated look. "Do you honestly believe the old man would allow us to just walk away? I mean, really? The second he realized what we'd done, he'd send someone after us. Hell, we've both heard stories of how far he'll carry a vendetta! He's ruthless. He'll do anything to get his way." "So . . . we're going to continue following the Pruitt bitch?" The driver nodded, as he pulled out of the hotel car rental parking lot. They'd missed their target by less than half an hour. The people at the rental business, though, hadn't been willing to give them any information about the type of car they'd rented, or anything else. If it hadn't been for Gustav Winton's lead, telling them which rental firm he'd arranged for Elizabeth Pruitt to pick up a car, they wouldn't have had even that amount of information. "Yeah, we're still going after her. We've both invested too much time following her to give up now. Besides, I'd like to get the final payment, and stay out of Winton's sights. I've got to wonder, though, what old lady Pruitt is thinking. We were able to terrorize her, when we were back in Atlanta. I had everything planned," the driver grumbled. "I was ready to finish the job, when she up and disappeared!" "Leading us on a merry cross country chase. I want this to be over!" the passenger shouted. "I'm tired of . . . everything having to do with that Winton creep. He gives me the willies. I want my share of the money, then I plan on disappearing into the woodwork. I don't know why I'm along, anyhow. You're the guy who's actually killed someone before. Me, all I've done is shoot at 'em." "And couldn't manage to hit them," the driver grinned. "You're along as insurance . . . to make sure she's actually blown away." "Then what? So, she's dead. What happens then? Are you supposed to kill me, too?" He nervously glanced toward the car's driver. 'If he got rid of me, it would mean he gets the money. He wouldn't have to share it. How do I know that we haven't been paid in full? But, if we had, why would he be dragging me to hell-and-beyond? He convulsively swallowed and stared, unseeing, into the distance. * * * "Um . . ." Micah said, into the silence. He, Nathan, Riley, and Bailey had lapsed into a self-conscious stillness. He took Nathan's hand, but spoke in a hesitant tone, glancing toward the two men sitting close by. "I guess we'd better be heading back to our own room. I'm feeling a little weirded-out, with us all being naked n'stuff. Plus, I expect the guys are standing out in the hallway, hoping for a show." "Then . . ." "Let's give 'em a show," Riley said, stepping on his brother's comment. "Huh?" "He means you guys don't have t'go," Bailey added. "Yep," he chuckled, sounding as if he was repeating an oft-heard line. "You're right. It's ol' stodgy, stick-in-the-mud Bailey . . . the man who never sheds his suit, speaking." "Um . . ." Nathan began. "I think the idea of staying is cool, and I gotta tell you, I think Riley's sexy as hell, but, I'm not interested in having sex with him. That's okay for . . ." he hesitated, "other people. In fact, I thought it was super-hot, but . . ." "No one's asking to trade partners, or anything," Riley said. "Bailey just asked if you have to go. That's all." "You watched brothers have sex with one another?" Micah asked, wonder coloring his voice. "Uh, yeah . . ." Nathan hesitated. "I'll tell you all about it, sometime. It was back where we were hiding out, so . . ." "We try not to talk about where we were staying," Riley finished. "Watching the guys have sex with one another, was hotter n'hell." "Damn!" Micah murmured, as if envisioning the scene of two . . . naked . . . brothers having sex with one another. "That's the voyeur in me talking, guys." He softly snorted. "I've gotta tell you that having sex with Nathan is a turn on for more reasons than he's drop-dead sexy, and a wonderful guy. It's an extra turn-on for me, to know that he's my half-brother. I'm talking about a big extra dose of excitement. "Just the thought of being alone, in the same room with him . . . dressed . . . is enough to make me start thinking of ways to hide my erection. I've always sort'a been excited by the idea of brothers having sex with one another, but I've never known any . . ." He hesitated. "Was watching 'em as hot as I'm imagining?" "You have no idea," Riley murmured. "I'm jealous," Bailey added. "Those guys are the embodiment of the word stud. The first time I saw them kiss one another . . ." "They let you watch?" Micah asked, as he adjusted his erection. "I mean you weren't spying on 'em, or anything? You were in the same friggin' room?" "Damn right! Owen's as big an exhibitionist as there is. Um . . ." Riley hesitated, unwilling to use Jonah's name. "His brother's not far behind." Riley hesitated. "To be totally honest, though, all of us were naked, jerking off n'stuff. We didn't actually watch them fuck . . ." "Though I know they do," Nathan broke in. "Um . . . Owen's brother told me how hot it was to have his brother mount him." "Geez," Micah groaned. "Mount him?" "And feel Owen's weight on top of him as he slid in, at the same time they were swappin' spit," Nathan continued, unable to hide his grin at Micah's reaction to the story. "You're killing me, here," Micah groaned. "He actually said this Owen person mounted him? His own brother?" "Great looking dick, Micah," Riley said, speaking softly enough that he could hear Bailey's rapid breathing. "Um . . . thanks. I think you guys are pretty hot, yourselves." He shook his head in wonder. "Damn, Bailey. I never would'a guessed you were such a friggin' stud! And Riley!" He shook his head again, as the stimulation he was giving one of his nipples caused his cock to throb. "It's too bad 'bout you and Nathan not playing around with one another. Watching you guys go at it would be awesome." "But, Micah, you Nathan do play with one another. Why don't you let us watch you shoot a load into his open mouth?" Riley murmured, hoping the guards weren't listening. As much as he enjoyed being watched, this was somehow . . . special . . . between Bailey, him and his two brothers. "F'real?" Micah murmured, his voice rough, as he quickly climbed to his knees and straddled Nathan, who'd quickly laid on his back. "It's sort'a dark." "The buildings around us provide enough light," Bailey murmured, shifting position until he was lying on his stomach, his face only inches from Nathan's open mouth, and the firm head of Micah's cock. Riley was lying opposite him, and was gently humping the bed, as he watched Micah slowly stimulate himself. "Y'like watching me?" the kneeling man asked Bailey and Riley, as he wiped the head of his cock over Nathan's cheek and tongue, leaving behind a shiny trail, which could be seen, even in the dim light. "Squeeze my butt cheeks, guys," he murmured, then hummed in pleasure, as he exhaled and Riley squeezed one of Micah's muscular cheek and Bailey squeezed the other. "I love having my butt played with. "Oh, yeahhhh," Micah sighed, when Riley daringly pushed a finger into his sloppy butthole. Micah grunted, and squirmed on the invading finger. "That's it, man. Push it all the way in. "That's Nathan's cream you're feeling in there." "Lemme," Bailey almost begged. Riley grinned, as he put on a show for his open-mouthed partner. He pushed his finger inside Micah, twisting it and moving from side to side, then slowly slid free, and, as Bailey breathlessly watched, Riley licked, then sucked, on his slimy finger, licking off his younger brother's sperm. "Fuckin' hot" Bailey said, on an exhaled breath, as he slid two fingers into Micah's sloppy asshole, causing the kneeling man to loudly groan, no longer afraid of attracting the guard's attention. "Nathan shoots lots," Micah murmured, fucking himself on Bailey's probing fingers. "Y'like working a guy's hole, don't you, Bailey?" he asked, in a husky voice. "Geeeez yes," Bailey sighed. "Especially smooth holes like yours and Riley's. Just seeing Riley's butt, in his tight jeans, is enough to make me hard. Recalling what it feels like to have his sphincter tighten around my tongue is enough to make me shoot . . . without touching myself." "Would y'like t'lick it?" Micah asked. "Y'wanna taste Nathan's sperm as it leaks out'a my butthole?" "Damn . . . would I!" Micah made an amused sound, deep in his throat, as he moved from straddling Nathan, to kneeling at his partner's side, straddling Bailey's face and waiting tongue. "Tastes good, huh, Bailey?" he murmured, as he rocked his hips, sliding his leaking hole over Bailey's chin, nose, and tongue. "Damn!" he exhaled, as a tremor shook his body. "You really know how to lick asshole," he murmured, as Bailey pried his ass cheeks apart, and noisily sucked and licked at the opening. "What about you?" Micah murmured, meeting Riley's gaze. He held his erection still, squeezing the base, forcing the organ's head to inflate further. "Lick it," he ordered, as he milked some pre-cum onto Riley's extended tongue. "The whole head," he commanded, after Riley tentatively licked across the drooling slit. "Suck the whole head." Riley wasted no time. He stretched his neck, opened his mouth, and engulfed the large cock head. "That's just a taste," he said, as he pulled free of Riley's mouth and returned to slowly stimulating himself. "After I shoot into our little brother's mouth, you can lick it clean. "Next time," I want you and Bailey to watch, as I fuck my handsome brother," he said, pausing to wipe the drooling head of his erection over Nathan's tongue. "Bailey can lick Nathan's asshole, like he, ummmm, does so well," he said, as he squirmed on Bailey's tongue. "Then, he can finger my hole, as I slide into Nathan and kiss you," he concluded, meeting Riley's gaze, and smiling when both of his brothers groaned. "I'm gonna shoot a huge load into your mouth," Nathan, he said, in a voice barely above a whisper. "I'm gonna fuckin' drown you with my juice. Being with you, and having these two guys work me over is gonna produce a massively awesome load of jiz . . . I can feel it. "Finger me, Bailey. You've sucked out all of little brother's sperm. Now work my prostate. Make me fill my little brother's fuckin' mouth." He threw back his head and groaned loudly, as Bailey plunged two fingers into the relaxed hole, and rubbed back and forth over the hard nut of Micah's prostate. Micah jumped, in additional pleasure, at the first touch, then tightened his sphincter around the two fingers as Bailey continued to massage the organ, feeling the beginnings of Micah's orgasm, as the organ swelled. "Oh yeah. Oh yeah!" the kneeling man repeated, deliberately slowing his strokes, teasing himself, as he rocked his hips, pushing hard against the probing fingers. He grunted, his body jerked, he gasped, and his sperm exploded onto Nathan's waiting tongue and into his open mouth. The first shot coated Nathan's tongue, the second splashed against the back of his throat, causing him to instinctively swallow, while the third shot, less forceful than the previous two, landed on the prone man's tongue, coating it in thick white cream. "Oh yeah," Micah jerked in sensory overload, then sighed, as his orgasm began to fade. "Y'ready?" he asked Riley. "Yessir," Riley murmured, then attacked his older brother's erection and began to suck. "Bailey," Nathan said, in a low voice. "If you want a taste of Micah's juice, kiss me, and we can jerk off together." "Yes, sir!" Bailey scrambled to Nathan's side, and immediately began to do battle with Nathan's tongue. The idea of kissing Nathan, while Riley and Micah watched, was an extra turn on. 'I'm being turned into a sex fiend!' he thought, grinning to himself as he savored the combined taste of Micah's semen and Nathan's tongue. The experience was more than he could handle. In less than a minute, his body jerked, as he shot a huge load onto Nathan and the nearby bed sheets. A moment later, Nathan gasped, as his sperm joined Bailey's. "My turn," Riley said, from where he now knelt at Bailey's side, opposite Micah, madly stroking his cock. "You can lick everyone clean," he ordered his older brother, a moment before his own load splashed onto Micah's cheek, and left a thick trail over Bailey's and Nathan's body. "Hooooleeeeyyyy fuck," Riley laughed, as he flopped back onto the bed, joined by his two brothers and Bailey. "That was waaaay beyond awesome." "Mega awesome," Nathan added. "Yeah, that, too," Riley responded, propping himself up on an elbow. "You are also good with words," he teased, fending off a playful swat. Micah grabbed his younger brother's wrist and laughed. "Thanks guys. When we came in here, t'talk, I never expected anything like that happening." "I hope I didn't freak you by asking you t'kiss me," Nathan began," then stopped, as Bailey touched his mouth with a finger, inviting him to suck on one of the fingers which had been inside Micah. "No worries," he murmured, as Nathan nursed on the finger. "No worries, whatsoever."
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