Unusual Loves
By Magikhands

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Part 43

Max leaned back and closed his eyes. He was sitting in the limo with the others on their way to the Children’s Home Charity event. This was to be the first public appearance as a group since they had all moved into Kyle’s house. He knew that it was well known that the three couples resided together. Zan had yet to become a factor just yet since he came and went more often than the others along with staying out of the limelife. He’d also heard the gossip about them. His assistant Rachel made sure of that. The funny thing was that some of the rumors were closer to the truth but they’d never let the public know that.

Max sighed and heard the girls’ conversation turn to Isabel’s wedding while Michael and Kyle discussed something about hockey. Isabel had begun full force with her Nazi Planner disposition and the guys have successfully tried to stay away from it all so far, especially Kyle but Max knew it would not last for long.

Max had not wanted to come tonight but really had no choice. He’d already accepted months ago and all the others were going as well. He just felt a foreboding feeling that something of no good would come out of the night. In fact, the past two weeks he’d felt as if he was being watched. Sometimes the hair on the back of his neck would stand out but when he looked around, he saw no one. Max had told Zan of the feelings he’d been having and felt a little better when Zan got with Scott and they ran through a security check.

Speaking of Zan, Max was a little miffed at his brother for wiggling his way out of this public event even though many of his clients would be present. All he told them was that the check was in the mail and that he had other plans. The others had tried to talk him into staying to go with them but Zan finally broke down and told them that he had to meet his partner in Nashville concerning a new client. He left this morning and Max knew that especially Maria was not happy about it.

The limo finally stopped in front of the museum where an usher opened the door to the group. Kyle got out first then turned to help Isabel out. They were all dressed in formal wear, the guys in tuxes and girls in dresses. Max sighed again when he saw the flashing lights of camera begin when Kyle stepped out of the limo. This charity event was a large affair so Max was sure that it would keep the six of them on their toes with their behavior with all the media around.

Michel got out next and Max could not help but pinch his tight ass before he got out. Michael stood and helped Maria out but scowled at Max who saw that it did not reach his eyes. In fact, his eyes told another story, a promise that Michael would return the promise that pinch made. Lastly Max emerged from the vehicle followed by Liz.

As a unit, the six walked up the stairs and smiled nicely for the cameras. Even Michael who hated these things more than any of them. Once inside they were bombarded by reporters and their requests for time for interviews later in the evening. Once they finally passed all of that hoopla, the three couples went their separate ways and then later they too split as they mingled socially and actually enjoyed themselves despite the publicity.

Isabel stood talking with a business associate when she caught sight of Kyle walking toward a hall. He turned and smiled as their eyes locked. Isabel quickly excused herself, then as calmly as she could, followed Kyle down the hall. They came to a roped off area and Kyle looked around before ducking under the ropes and headed to the left down another hall. Isabel quietly followed him. Kyle finally reached a door, took a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He held the door open for Isabel to enter the darkened room. She stepped in and then was engulfed in total darkness as he closed the door behind them. She could feel him behind her, then heard a click and the room was filled with a dim lights.

Isabel looked around in awe. This was a storage room but it was filled with a variety of medieval time equipment. Especially torture devices that could be found in the dungeons all those years ago.

“Oh, Kyle, this is amazing.” She said as she touched a real Iron Maiden. She’d always been fascinated with this time period, which she assumed led to her more…kinkier sex life.

“I knew you’d like this. Right now it’s just sitting here in storage but Brian, the curator, was telling me that they have begun a dungeon recreation for a new exhibit.”

Isabel went around the small room looking and gently touching the artifacts that were not boxed. They’d used a lot of steel back in that time period and she remembered going to medieval fairs when she was younger to watch the blacksmiths work. She liked to hear the hammers bang on the metal as they shaped swords and other items.

Kyle came up behind her and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her naked shoulders, his hands upon her hips. Isabel grew wetter as she felt Kyle’s harness press against her body and wicked thoughts flew through her mind at the things she could do with some of these artifacts.

One of Kyle’s hands slipped down her thigh to reach up through the slit in her dress, his fingers searching for her wetness. He groaned as he felt her skimpy panties soaked with her juices. Kyle looked around the room and found what he needed. He pulled Isabel over to a long steel table that was near a corner. It looked to be one of those devices that would stretch a body for the purpose of torture but at the moment he did not care because other things were on his mind.

Kyle pulled up Isabel’s long dress to her hips and bent her over the table. This gave him a beautiful view of her backside that he took the time to gently caress. Isabel softly mewled at the feel of his hands on her and the promise of pleasure. Kyle hooked his thumbs to her thong that she wore and pulled them down her long, shapely legs. On his trip back up, he stopped, pushed her legs apart and licked at he juices that had begun to pour from her.

Isabel groaned, feeling hotter with every touch. She could feel the cold metal of the table pressed against her stomach and could smell the musky scent that filled the room with its ancient contents. Her senses were on overdrive and her body felt as if she’d explode at any moment.

Kyle stood and pulled his aching cock from his pants. He was so turned on by her reaction to all of the equipment that he could not help but want her. Easily he slipped into her wetness.

“God, I love you Izzy. You drive me absolutely mad with desire for you.” He groaned as his passion soon controlled his body. His rhythm was fast and he clutched to her for dear life. He felt Isabel’s walls clamp down on him as he thrust hard into her, knowing she was just as turned on as he was. Her orgasm reached its peak as she cried out allowing Kyle to soar to that plane with her as he came also.

“I love you Kyle.” Isabel panted, her legs wobbly. She felt Kyle rise from her then pulled her up and around, his arms wrapped around her, holding her up. They kissed, their love for one another evident.

“Come on. I don’t want anyone to come looking for us.” Kyle said helping Isabel put herself back together. When she picked her underwear up from the floor, he plucked them from her hand and placed them in his pocket. Isabel smiled and followed Kyle out of the room. Her heart swelled with love for the man who she’d promised her life to.

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Max had found the art in the museum very interesting and now slowly made his rounds through the halls looking at the many pieces that hung on the walls. Some were old while some were newer. He found himself alone in a hall, a ways from the party looking at a large portrait when he felt a set of hands run up his back then to his neck and begin to rub. Max closed his eyes but as his body registered the touch, he knew that it belonged to none of his lovers. Max opened his eyes and turned to face the mysterious person touching him. He froze when he turned, his body becoming rigid as he looked down into icy blue eyes.

“Hello Max.” Tess Harding purred, smiling up at him.

Max stepped back, putting space between them only to have her step closer until he was against the wall.

“Ms. Harding. Nice to see you again but I must be going.” His voice was emotionless as he tried to move around her but she had reached up and put one hand behind his neck while the other toyed at the top of his shirt. Her touch made him cringe and he suddenly felt like he wanted a shower to scrub it from his body. His stomach suddenly lurched as nausea rolled in as the scent of her strong perfume overwhelmed him.

“There are some pieces of art I’d love to show you Max. I’m sure that you’d be fascinated by them.” Tess moved closer to him, pressing her petite body against his.

Max wrapped his hands around her wrists and pulled them away from his body. “Do not touch me Ms. Harding.” He growled, his patience wearing thin. Her closeness sickened him and he wanted nothing more than to be away from her. He had never been rough with a woman but he was tempted at that moment.

As soon as he removed his hands from her, they went to his chest and her fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt. “Surely you can’t think of going back to that Bitch when I’m offering you Paradise.”

Hearing Tess call Liz a Bitch angered Max beyond belief as his blood boiled but before he could respond to her statement Tess’s head was wrenched back and her body pulled forcefully away from him. He watched as Liz took Tess’s arm and pulled it tightly behind her back and slam her to the wall, her other hand still tangled in Tess’s hair. Max thought for a moment that he was watching a cop show on television and had to bit back a smile as he watched Liz take care of Tess.

“This BITCH is very pissed to find a slut making indecent proposals to her boyfriend.” Liz said through gritted teeth. She’d come looking for Max to find him trying to fend off Tess once again. “I’ve warned you Tess, stay away from me and mine, including Max. I won’t tell you again because the next time, you’ll be more than sorry.” Liz pressed into her more and pulled up her arm causing Tess to grunt but getting her point across.

“Alright.” Tess gasped. She knew that she’d pushed too far this time. She should have waited because she was not ready yet.

Liz released Tess and pushed her down the hall. Tess turned back and gave Max a heated gaze then turned to Liz with a glare filled with hatred before stalking off.

Max came up behind Liz and wrapped his arms around her stiff body. He felt her relax and lean back into him and sigh.

“My hero.” He said nipping at her neck.

Liz turned and captured Max’s lips, dominating him with her tongue. When she’d seen Tess’s hands on his body and saw the look of disgust and fear in his face something inside of her broke, not wanting that killer anywhere near any one of her family. Her instincts took over as she tried to protect what was hers.

Liz pulled away and looked at Max. “I can’t believe that you let a little, harmless girl bully you around.”

“Liz, there’s something about that woman that scares the crap out of me. She gives me the creeps and I tend to think that she’s not as harmless as you think. She’s got it out for you and I’m her target to do so.”

Liz frowned knowing it was true. From all of her actions, Tess seemed to concentrate the most on Max and found ways to press herself on him every chance she could. Liz made a mental note to talk with Zan when he came back about Tess.

“Come on. Tess is a mood killer and I think I’m all partied out.”

Max gave her his boyish grin that she loved so much. “Are you sure you’re all partied out because I was thinking of having a private party of our own when we got home.” Max pulled Liz close to him, letting her feel his erection that she’d evoked in him.

Liz smiled and reached down to caress his hardness. “I think you can coax some more out of me. Let’s find the others.”

Max and Liz found Isabel and Kyle coming from one of the back halls and from the look of their faces knew exactly what they’d been doing. Together the four searched for Michael and Maria and found them of all places, in a stall of the bathroom.

Kyle knocked on the door when he heard a whimper from Maria. She was trying to be quiet lest someone walk in but it wasn’t working. “I’ve got a limo where you can finish that.”

Kyle heard Michael curse with frustration at the interruption. “Or maybe I can come in and help finish it.” Michael growled at the thought of Kyle ‘helping’ him out. The others just stood and held back the laughter at the two men.

The stall door flew open and Michael came out adjusting himself in his pants but no matter what he did they were still tented. “Valenti, you’re enough to drive a man insane with your timing.” Kyle just shrugged.

Maria came out adjusting her dress and tucking her breasts back into her dress. She wore a smile and the others knew that she’d had her climax though it was apparent by the wild gleam in her eyes that she wanted more.

“We’re going home?” she asked checking her appearance in the mirror. When the others gave her a positive answer she smiled and cuddled close to Michael. “Well, what are we waiting for?”

By the time the limo arrived at Kyle’s house, Raul had taken an extra long way home, Michael was in a better mood taking Kyle up on his offer to help. Isabel and Maria had eagerly helped release the excess tension that had built as they watched the men go at it and Liz felt her need to possess Max overwhelm her as she climbed onto his lap until they both came. Their ride home was much more fun than it was going.

Even though the incident with Tess had put a damper on the evening, the group refused to let it bring them down. They knew that as long as they stuck together, they could handle any obstacle that came their way.

Part 44

Max stood at the door to Isabel’s room and watched silently for a few minutes. Isabel was sitting on her bed in a robe and a pile of papers surrounding her. She absently chewed on her pen as she read through a paper in her hand. He saw her tongue flick out and rub the tip of the lid of the pen, her concentration completely on what she was reading. She had no idea how enticing she was.

Max cleared his throat and got her attention. “Can I talk to you?”

Isabel smiled seeing Max at her open door. “Sure just close the door.”

Max stepped in and closed the door behind him. He went to take another step when she stopped him.

“Stop. Strip.” She demanded.

Max looked at Isabel and saw that familiar glimmer in her eyes. Always eager to please his Mistress, he shed his clothing then dropped to his hands and knees, knowing what was expected of him.

“Come.” She said, stacking her papers and putting them on the bedside table. Max licked his lips and felt his semi-hard cock twitch at her command. He crawled over to her, his head lowered but knowing her eyes were glued to how his body moved, his muscles rippling as he moved each limb.

When he made it to her side of the bed, she ran a hand through his soft hair. All of her guys had wonderful hair and kept it at a length so that she could grab it easily in her hands. Even Zan had grown his hair out a little. Isabel pulled Max’s head up by his hair and looked into his mesmerizing amber eyes. They sparkled with lust and desire and she knew he wanted her and would do everything she asked.

“We will talk after I’m through with you.”

“Yes Mistress.” Was his only response. Isabel let his head drop and stood from the bed.

Max heard her opening drawers and rummaging through things but he dared not look at her. He stayed right where she’d left him. He could feel her behind him then felt her hands gently caressing his ass. She ran her fingers down his crack then spread his cheeks. He felt the familiar tingling in his cock as it hardened more. He felt coldness against his hole as she spread what he knew was lubricant. Then he felt her insert something into his ass. She was gentle but swift and the feeling made him gasp.

Once Isabel had inserted the butt plug securely into Max’s ass she ordered him to stand. He did so slowly and she noticed that he winced a little when he moved to where she told him to stand. She proceeded to shackle his ankles apart then stretched his arms wide apart above his head, shackling his writs to the chains. Before doing anything else, she retrieved her favorite cock ring and wrapped it around Max’s hard, erect cock, making it tight receiving another gasp from him. She stepped back and looked at her beautiful man tied spread eagle for her eyes to see.

Max could not take his eyes from Isabel. He watched as she slowly slipped the robe she wore off her shoulders then onto the floor reveling her nude body to him. He felt his cock twitch with anticipation but his mind knew that it would be a long while before he would receive full satisfaction. There had always been something about Isabel that made his blood boil at the sight of her. Somehow they’d all fell prey to her.

From the beginning of their relationship, she’d dominated him. He’d always trusted her with his body. She’s used it for her pleasure and has given it to those that they love. He’d sworn allegiance to his Mistress but he had found that she was just as much of a slave to their relationship as he was. The two of them fell easily into their roles, her commanding, him submitting. The love and respect they had for one another sealed this strange relationship that the others accepted as well.

Isabel went to Max and starting at his raised hands, she ran her fingertips down his arms feeling his defined muscles that were bulging. She knew that already he was aching to touch her. He was an excellent lover who loved to use every part of his body to show his love, especially his hands that could work magic with just a touch. Her hands traveled his body, taking in the shape and feel of his muscles as they twitched and moved under her hands.

She tried to memorize everything about this moment. She knew that after this night, their lives would once again change. It may not be a huge difference from the lives they now lived but it would change nonetheless. She would lose just a little bit more of him and she was not sure she wanted to let go just yet.

She added her tongue to the exploration of her hands. She wanted to taste him, feel him, relish in the sounds he was making as she thoroughly explored his gorgeous body. Isabel finally made it down to where his length was jutting out from his body. She kneeled before him and watched as it seemed to tremble, aching for her attention. Using the tip of her tongue, Isabel gently lapped at his tip.

“Oh, god…Isabel.” Max moaned.

Isabel immediately withdrew from Max and stood, giving him a stern look. “I see I have been way to lineate with you lately Max. I think a good punishment will remind you of who I am to you.”

Max was in such a lust induced state, it took several moments to realize what he’d done wrong. When it hit him, he realized he was definitely not cuming anytime soon.

“Mistress, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to disrespect you. I won’t do it again. Please Mistress.” Max begged though he knew Isabel would not back down.

Isabel stood in front of him with a paddle wrapped in leather in hand. She touched the paddle to his chest and ran it down to his groin. “A good spanking should remind you of where you are.”

Isabel circled around Max and laid the paddle flat against his ass, letting him feel the cool leather on his skin. “Count them Max.”

Isabel lifted the paddle then waited several seconds before bringing in down on his ass.

SMACK!

“One, Mistress.” Max chocked out, letting out the breath he’d been holding in anticipation of the first hit. The butt plug moved causing him to moan at the sensation that shot through him.

SMACK!

“Two, Mistress.” His skin began to tingle.

SMACK!

“Three Mistress.” He could feel the heat begin on his skin.

SMACK!

“Four Mistress.” Now he felt the burning pain of his tender skin and could imagine the white of his ass turning pink

SMACK!

“Five Mistress.” The burning intensified.

This continued until Max reached ten. By then the pain had almost become numbing, the heat spreading through his body and ending at his cock, making it harder if it was possible. With each hit of the paddle, the butt plug moved more and rubbed on a very sensitive area inside causing Max to orgasm if it hadn’t been for the cock ring. He knew his ass was red from where the paddle hit along with the knowledge that it excited Isabel as well. When he heard Isabel put the paddle down, he sighed with relief but then cried out as she raked her fingernails on his ass cheeks.

She leaned her body against his, her stomach resting on the hot skin of his ass and nibbled on his earlobe. “What do you have to say my Pet?”

“I’m sorry Mistress. It won’t happen again Mistress.”

“Very good.” Isabel shifted and took his mouth to hers, their tongues dancing their special dance. She pulled away from his lips and started down his neck, enjoying the taste of him. Once again she began her exploration of his body, taking her time as she touched every inch of his body. She smiled as she had Max squirming in his bonds and moaning in pleasure.

“Mistress, please…” Max begged. He felt as if he was about to burst from the desire that filled him. Her lips, teeth and hands had teased him beyond comprehension and he could do nothing about it.

Isabel backed off and looked at Max. He was sweating, his breath ragged and shallow; his eyes were filled with a need that demanded to be fulfilled. His muscles were tight as they strained with the chains that bound him. He was ready but she wasn’t. Not yet.

Isabel stepped back and went to the chair then moved it before Max and sat. She situated herself until she was comfortable then put a leg on each arm of the chair. She just sat and watched Max whose eyes roamed her body, ready to devour her if only he was free.

Max had the perfect view of Isabel. Her long legs were spread wide letting her folds be exposed. He could almost smell her sent as he saw that her juices had dampened her curls. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to shove his cock deep inside her and pound her until she screamed his name over and over. But all he could do was groan in frustration.

Isabel did not say a word. She didn’t have to. She knew what Max was thinking and what he wanted to do to her. The thought of him taking her hard and rough excited her more but right now she had to show him that she was in control of when and how he came. She lowered a hand until it rest in her curls, her fingers combing through their short length. She saw that Max’s eyes were glued to them.

She slid her fingers lower until they became damp as she ran them through her folds. Isabel closed her eyes and let out a moan. She slipped a finger inside and felt her warmth. She pulled it out and lifted it to her lips. Isabel opened her eyes and seductively sucked her finger into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Max pulled hard on his chains and whimpered.

“Please.” Was all he could pant.

Isabel returned her hand back down to her folds and inserted two fingers inside of her. With a careful slowness, she began to pump her fingers in and out. She leaned her head back and enjoyed the sensations that she was bringing herself, her body becoming heated knowing that Max was watching and wanting her. Her juices were aplenty and in the silence of the room, they could both hear the sloshing that came from her.

Isabel felt herself approaching her climax and pressed her thumb to her swollen clit bringing her orgasm on quickly.

“Augghhh…yessss.” She cried out.

With a sharp intake of breath, Max felt himself ready to explode as he watched Isabel bring herself to climax. His need increased, the blood rushing to his groin. The pressure almost unbearable.

She knew that he would not be able to take much more, he was pushed to the limit but she wanted a little more. Isabel rose from the chair and approached Max. With her finely manicured nails, she lightly scratched one of his nipples. His body reacted violently with his need by jumping. She took it and held it between her thumb and index finger.

“What do you want Max?”

Max panted. She almost thought the he was not able to answer. “You, Mistress.” He finally gasped out.

“What do you want to do to me?” she purred as she pinched the nipple and listened to him groan and throw his head back.

“To…fuck…you!” he cried out his frustration at its all time high.

“Will you make me cum?”

“Yes!”

Isabel smiled. Max rarely raised his voice, always the soft-spoken one unless provoked. She knew she’d pushed him as far as she could. She bent and unlocked his ankles then reached up to undo his wrists.

Once Max was completely free, he grasped hold of Isabel and practically shoved her to the bed on her back. He crawled on top and spread her legs then placed the tip of his cock at her entrance. He stopped and looked at Isabel.

“Mistress, may I fuck you?” He asked quietly, his voice strained as his control was about gone.

Isabel reached up and brushed her hand down his cheek affectionately. “Yes Max.”

That was what he was waiting for. Her permission. Max pressed his hips forward and sank into her heat. He moaned and for once was glad that the cock ring was still on him for he would have cum right them. Catching his breath he pulled Isabel’s leg up on his shoulders then pinned her arms down with his hands. Max began his movements. At first they were slow and a little jerky as he tried to prolong her release. He teased her and was glad that it did not take much for she was as hot and excited as he was.

Max quickened his pace. The way Max had Isabel situated, she could not move her hips up to meet his leaving her to just lie there and take what he gave her. Isabel tossed her head left and right as she felt her orgasm began.

“Max…oh, yes…” she groaned as she pulled up on one of her arms. Max let go and let her hand go to where their bodies met. Fumbling, she found what she was looking for and released Max’s cock ring just as she cried out in release.

“Max! Aughhhh! Max!”

“Mistress!” he called out as he joined her in an intense orgasm.

Max collapsed upon Isabel, his body trembling from the intensity of his release. He gathered her up in his arms and held her tight, both gasping for air, sweat covering their bodies.

It was quite a while before either of them spoke. They lay together in the silence both deep in their own thoughts.

“This is it, isn’t it?” Isabel finally broke the silence.

Max looked at her, his eyebrows gathered together. “What do you mean?”

“This is the last time we do this. I know why you’re here. What you want to talk to me about. There can only be one thing.” Tears threatened to fill her eyes.

Max heard the sadness that filled her voice and it about broke his heart. He held her tighter and ran a hand through her thick hair. “No, my Mistress. This is not the last time we will be together like this.” He took his finger and lifted her chin until she looked him in the eyes. “Yes, I came here to ask you permission to marry Liz” he smiled. “Like a good Bitch would do.” Isabel felt her lips twitch as a smile was returned to her lover. “I love her. She’s my life…just as you are, you all are. Just because I marry her doesn’t mean that WE have to end.”

“Max. You know that things will change. They will change once Kyle and I get married.”

“Change in inevitable. It will always happen but look at Maria and Michael. They are married and there are no qualms in their relationship. They are still with us. The seven of us get along. We share…everything it seems. Marriage will not change it. We love each other and a piece of paper and gold ring can’t dictate whom we love or share our bodies with. Face it; we are a unique group of people. Regular moral conventions can not apply to what we have.”

Max leaned down and gently kissed Isabel’s lips, loving the uniqueness of her taste. He pulled back. “We aren’t leaving. You will always be my Mistress Isabel. No one can change that.” He smiled. “Besides, Kyle would kill us both if Liz and I ran off.”

Isabel laughed knowing that Kyle would have a shit fit if Max decided to leave. He loved Max too much to let them go just as she did.

“Well then, you’ve made your case very clear and you’ve performed your duties extremely satisfactory. I give you permission to marry Liz Parker.”

Max gave her the biggest grin she’d ever seen before he attacked her lips. He pressed his hips into her and she felt him begin to harden again.

“Hmmm. I think my Bitch wants more.” Isabel purred as she reached back and toyed with the plug that was still in his ass.

“Yes, Mistress.” Max whispered as his fingers slowly roamed her body.

Part 45

“So why are we out here in the middle of a snowstorm again, Zan?” Max asked dryly, holding his hands up to the car heater as his brother cursed a blue streak next to him.

Zan leaned forward, squinting through the white fog clouding the windshield before answering. “I thought it might be fun…we haven’t really been able to hang out, ya know? Besides, I figured you’d have fun casing this joint with me.”

One thick brow arched as Max smirked in amusement. “Casing the joint? What, are we planning a break-in?”

Zan grinned back. “That’s the fun of the job, bro. Figuring out just how many different ways you can bust in the place.”

“Figures,” Max grunted, lifting his hands up to warm them with his breath. “Maybe you should cash in for a new heating system. So tell me about this potential client.”

Zan shrugged one broad shoulder, fiddling with the wipers as a scowl permeated his brow. “He’s a friend of Kyle’s, loaded out the asshole. Just bought a new place and Kyle put in a good word for me. Thought I’d bring you by, spend some quality time with my big bro…and also use you for protection in case the guy turns out to be a nutjob.”

“And I was feeling all warm and fuzzy,” Max mumured wryly. “I’m sure the guy’s fine…he’s a friend of Kyle’s.”

“Exactly,” Zan chuckled. “Admit it…ya wanted get the hell outta dodge for awhile. I know Isabel’s close to driving ya nuts, I see it on your face every time she walks in with that damn wedding book.”

Max paled. “Don’t even mention it.”

Hooting in laughter, Zan gripped the steering wheel and made a sharp turn. “Well…looks like this is the place,” he mumbled, glancing down into his lap at the scrawled directions Kyle had copied. Then he looked back up. “But I don’t see…oh…holy…”

“Fuck,” Max finished, his mouth falling open as they turned up the street where a giant plantation-style mansion towered. The winding driveway was professionally plowed and salted down, lending them no difficulty as Zan began the lengthy journey up the steep estate.

“Who the hell does this guy think he is?” Zan wondered aloud. “I tell ya, Max…I’ve been in this biz for a while and I’ve seen some crazy shit. But this…this takes the cake and the whole enchilada.”

“Got me,” Max mumbled in awe, leaning forward to wipe at the frost coating the window. “Damn, Zan…one guy stays in this place all alone?”

“Nah…he’s gotta have his peeps with him,” Zan said. “That’s too much house, I don’t care how big your cock is.” When Max turned to stare at him, he looked innocent. “What? I only meant that lots of times people try to flaunt what they got by showing off in other ways.”

Max just shook his head as they pulled up in front of the front gate. As Zan rolled down the window, ready to speak in the intercom, Max took another look at the house. If the guy was flaunting his wares…well this evening just got a hell of a lot more interesting.

Zan cleared his throat and pushed the button to the speaker. “Yo, this is Zan Evans from the security company you called? Kyle Valenti sent me?”

A moment of static sounded before a husky voice answered, “Yeah, sure…come on up.” The intercom clicked off.

Zan and Max exchanged identical raised browed expressions. “No wonder he needs help with security,” Zan grumbled. “The guy just let us up without asking for proof of ID or anything.”

Max was distracted from a response as the gate swung open, allowing them admission into the main grounds. He let out a low whistle as the car crawled up the driveway, inching closer to the gorgeous home.

Minutes later, they were standing on the front porch and staring at the knocker that resembled a pair of brass… “Balls?” Zan chuckled, nudging his brother. “I told ya.”

“Just knock,” Max groused, huddling into the down parka as his nose began to turn red from the chill in the air.

Zan lifted the heavy knocker and rapped sharply three times. Shifting on his feet, he played with the ball on his tongue nonchalantly as he tried to ignore the cold seeping in through his clothes.

The door opened as if in slow motion and they both stared as the man behind the “balls” was finally revealed. Deep blue eyes gazed back at them, set in a deeply tanned face, framed by dark blonde hair that fell across his brow and brushed the back of his neck.

His broad chest was naked, divulging every ridge and curve of his bronzed form to his lean hips. Riding low on his waist was a pair of silky black pajama pants that looked like they cost more than both boys wardrobes combined.

Max felt his mouth literally begin to water as he stared at the gorgeous male before him. A soft groan at his side clued him into the fact that his brother was appreciating the view, as well. He couldn’t quite keep his eyes from trailing down the muscled line of the man’s form, zeroing in on the heavy bulge between his legs. He repressed a snort as he recalled Zan’s words from earlier. Apparently, what they said about flaunting your wares was all too true. At least in this case.

“Hi there,” the man said, a smile in his deep voice as he leaned against the doorjamb, jumping slightly upon contact. “Shit, it’s cold out. Come on in, make yourselves at home.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Zan murmured, not taking his eyes away from the man as he turned around, gifting them both with a view from the back. “Ho-ly shit.” He coughed and tried to chalk up his reaction to the impressive surroundings they were in, and not because he was openly gawking at this guy’s ass.

“Nice place,” Max smiled, also unable to tear his eyes away as the man turned around.

“Twins, huh?” the guy laughed, the sound a rich and husky timbre. “Kyle didn’t say there were two of you. Nice.”

“It’s my company,” Zan spoke up, playing with his tongue ring as he watched the man prowl around, searching for God only knew what. “Just brought my brother along for the ride, let him get a feel for what I do and basically rescue him from wedding insanity.”

At this, the guy paused and turned with one brow raised. “You getting married?” he questioned Max, looking faintly…disappointed?

“Friends of ours,” Zan slid in smoothly. “So…Kyle said ya needed some help with your security system, Mr…?”

“Gannon,” the guy replied with a lop-sided grin that only added to his handsome features. “Nick Gannon. And you guys are…Zan and…?”

“Max,” Max offered his palm and tried to ignore the pure sexual heat that coursed through him when Nick shook his hand. “So you’re friends with Kyle?” Damn, he hadn’t meant that to sounds as pointed as it had.

“Friends,” Nick grinned mysteriously. “Something like that, yeah. We’ve known each other for a long time. He told me you were the best.” He directed this last statement towards Zan, an almost challenging expression in his sapphire eyes.

Zan grunted, folding his arms across his chest. “I am. Who else would show up here in a shit-storm like this?”

“Yeah, speaking of…you guys don’t mind bunking for the night, do you?” Nick questioned, reaching up to scratch his brow innocently. “That storm…it’s only gonna get worse. I couldn’t in good conscience let you leave and drive around in it.”

Max and Zan exchanged glances, then looked back at Nick as he waited patiently. As usual, Zan was the first to answer. “Hell y—I mean, sure we can stay,” he corrected himself when Max snorted.

“Great, so…follow me, I can show you guys your rooms and then we can get down to business,” Nick turned and began walking from the room.

“Oh…promise?” Zan growled as he and Max followed behind.

“Could you be jocking him any more blatantly?” Max hissed. “Why not tattoo a sign on your forehead that says, You show me yours, I’ll show you mine?”

“Think that would work?” Zan teased, laughing as Max elbowed him.

“You’re completely corrupted,” Max snickered. “Look at you… drooling over some hot half-naked guy.”

“Did ya see his ass?” was Zan’s only comment. “Tell me ya don’t want to hit that. And then pray for your soul, because I know you’re lying.”

“Yeah,” Max admitted gruffly. “He’s pretty damn near perfect. But seriously…we don’t know if he’s into that, so let’s just—” He trailed off with a sigh as Zan marched forward.

“So, Nick…why the huge digs?” Zan questioned in a tone that could only be construed as a purr. On some people it might have sounded ridiculous, but Zan managed to pull it off.

Looking over his shoulder, Nick grinned. “I dunno…I guess I’m compensating for something. Isn’t that what they say?” he wondered, pushing open a door.

“I would say ya have nothing to worry about,” Zan drawled, eyes glued to the tight ass pressing against his pants. He briefly fantasized about nestling himself between those lean hips and driving himself in…He shook his head upon the realization that Max and Nick were staring at him. “What?”

Max rolled his eyes while Nick smiled, a provocative smile curving his lips. “You can take this room if it suits you,” he murmured in a low voice that sent chills down both men’s spines.

“Yeah, sure,” Zan cleared his throat, not bothering to glance inside and break the staring contest between him and Nick. “It’s great.”

“Good.” Nick turned his startling gaze on Max. “You got the one next door. And I’m in the room down the hall, so if you guys need anything in the middle of the night…” he trailed off, his grin becoming naughty. “You know where to find me.”

“Which room exactly?” Zan blurted out, before getting discreetly elbowed by Max again.

Nick pretended he didn’t hear the comment, and gestured for them to follow him again as he led them down another corridor. It opened into a large den, where a fire crackled in a large marble fireplace. “Nice and warm in here,” he called out, bending over to poke at the flames with a fireplace poker.

“Close your mouth before you drown,” Max murmured, although he couldn’t keep from staring as well. “It’s…um…”

“Freaking amazing,” Zan finished, turning in a slow circle as he surveyed the room.

“You guys do that a lot?” Nick asked over his shoulder. “You know…the freaky twin finish-each-other’s-sentences thing?”

“Sometimes,” they both answered as one, then scowled at each other.

Nick chuckled, the sound as heated as the temperature that drifted through the room. “You guys share anything else?”

And damn, if that wasn’t a loaded comment. Zan nearly licked his lips in anticipation, gearing up to play the game for the evening. “Sometimes,” he repeated, a wicked grin settling over his features as he thought of Liz and the rest of his lovers.

With an enigmatic smile, Nick said, “Get comfortable, you can take off the coats now. And anything else you want.”

Max paused in the act of removing his parka, catching Zan’s narrowed expression as he honed in on Nick’s casual yet deeply provoking statement. “It is pretty warm in here,” he answered, not stopping as he laid the coat out on a nearby table. He began unbuttoning the long-sleeved shirt that covered his chest, pulling the material apart as Nick watched him.

Not to be outdone, Zan yanked his own shirt over his head and tossed it onto the rapidly growing pile of clothing. “So now that we’re…comfortable…shouldn’t we get down to business?”

For a long moment, no one said anything as they all stood, naked from the waist up as the fire crackled and sparked in the silence. Then Nick laughed, and took a step forward, keeping his hooded gaze trained on Zan. “You’re either very good at your job,” he murmured, “or else you’re horny as hell. Let’s find out.”

Before he could blink, Zan found himself tugged forward and a pair of hot lips settling over his own. He immediately opened his mouth and welcomed the tongue sliding inside, eyes falling shut on a groan as he reached out and grabbed Nick by the buttocks, pulling him closer.

He wasn’t prepared for Nick to reach down and grab his hand, removing it from his ass and holding it behind his back as he grabbed for his other one. “You like being the one in control, don’t you Zan?” he breathed, roughly licking the corner of his mouth as he stared at him through dark eyes. “You’ll find I like to play things a little differently.”

“Fuck—” Zan never finished his curse as he was roughly pulled back against Nick’s lips. He breathed harshly, trying to fight against the feelings crashing inside of him, urging him to submit. In the end, he lost himself in the kiss, feverishly grinding against Nick’s abdomen as Nick backed him against the wall.

“Oh, yeah baby…” Nick breathed through a husky chuckle. “Show me how much you want it.” He skimmed his lips across Zan’s stubbled cheek, then went back to his mouth. “Nice ring…know how to use it?”

“Where do ya want it?” Zan returned with a growl as he struggled against Nick’s grasp. “Let go, damn it.”

“You don’t want me to let go,” Nick stated flippantly. “If you did, you’d try harder. Now shut up and take it.” With that he leaned forward and began nibbling Zan’s lips, slowly rocking his hips against the other male’s as they both groaned.

Max watched the scene with a mixture of fascination and lust. He’d never quite seen a dominant like Nick. Even Michael didn’t possess the same air of complete control that Nick accomplished with a single look. It both intrigued him…and made him hot as hell.

“I’m so fucking hot,” Zan groaned, unconsciously reading his brother’s mind as his head fell back against the wall and his hips pistoned against Nick’s. “Fuck…do something.”

“What?” Nick demanded in a low voice. “What do you want, Zan?” When the other man didn’t answer, his voice took on an edge as he shoved himself harder against him. “Tell me.”

Instead of answering with words, Zan leaned forward and bit into Nick’s lower lip, arching his entire body into the other male’s as Nick let out a hiss. Within seconds, he found himself pressed face first against the wall as Nick attacked his bare back with his lips.

At the feel of a silky tongue rasping down the length of his spine, he threw his head back and clenched his hands against the wall as he shivered from head to toe. “Damn!”

He inhaled sharply as Nick’s tongue traced the dip just above the rise of his buttocks, his hands sliding forward to grasp him through the ancient jeans. Fingers began working nimbly at his zipper, tugging apart the steel teeth in order to find the prize inside. He inwardly chuckled at this thought, then lost all capability for thought when his erection suddenly sprang free and a calloused palm gripped him snugly.

“Ah, fuck yeah!”

Max felt sweat beading on his forehead as he watched Nick begin to run his palm up and down Zan’s thick length, drawing strangled cries from his brother’s throat. Without thinking, he sat back and began rubbing against the constriction in his jeans. Unbuttoning himself, he reached in and pulled his cock out…releasing a groan of satisfaction as he squeezed the aching flesh.

At the sound of pleasure Nick glanced up and caught sight of Max, propped against the couch cushions and eagerly stroking himself to the same rhythm with which he fondled Zan. One brow lifted in wicked delight as he released Zan’s cock and grasped his hips, turning him around.

The protest died on Zan’s lips as Nick bent his head and took his cock into his hot mouth, deep throating him with skill. His voice garbled and he fell against the wall, using it for support as his hands buried in Nick’s burnished hair, dragging him closer. “Suck it.”

“Oh, shit,” Max groaned, stilling his movements as he watched the pleasure etched across Zan’s face. His eyes fell closed as he struggled not to spill himself right then and there, slumping into the cushions as he swallowed heavily.

When he reopened his eyes he saw Zan bent over on all fours as Nick yanked his pants away, revealing a firm muscled ass the same bronzed shade as the rest of his body. He kneeled behind Zan, rubbing his cheek along his shoulder. “You ready?” he asked huskily, straightening and rolling back on his knees as he reached down to palm his shaft.

“Wait,” Zan panted. “What about lube?”

“What about it?” Nick questioned gruffly. “Got natural lube right here, baby. Now spread ‘em. God, you have a gorgeous ass.” He licked the palm of his hand and rubbed the saliva across his cock before bending to drag Zan’s head to the side for a rough kiss. “You want me inside you?”

“God…yes,” Zan groaned, happily giving up control for that moment in time. “Fuck me, Nick.”

“Gladly,” Nick growled, and with a few more coats of saliva he positioned himself at Zan’s entrance. Pushing forward slightly, his mouth fell open on a silent gasp as Zan groaned long and low. “Aw, fuck you’re tight! I figured Mike and Kyle would have you loosened up by now.”

“You’re huge,” Zan argued, dropping his head forward as Nick pressed in another inch. He grit his teeth at the slight sting, waiting for the moment when his cock would brush against that elusive spot inside of him. He reached back and grasped Nick’s ass, shoving him forward. “Deeper.”

“Still trying to dominate, Zan?” Nick breathed heavily. “Even when you’re being stuffed full with cock? Damn, that’s sexy.” Saying so, he thrust forward and they both cried out.

Max said nothing as Nick began riding Zan hard and fast, harsh male groans renting the air along with the scent of sex. He just bided his time, feeling strangely confident of his plans.

The second Zan came with a violent jerk, shouting out every blasphemous term under the sun, Max stood and made his way over to where Nick was still pounding inside his brother. He kneeled behind him and began giving him a tongue bath similar to the one Zan had received.

The second Nick felt his touch he shivered, and slowed his thrusting while arching into Max’s touch. It gave Max a rush, and he bit into the dense muscle of Nick’s shoulder.

“Owie,” Nick murmured, rolling his shoulder and pulling back from Zan as he fell back on the carpet and stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. Nick turned and met Max’s dark gaze, smiling heatedly at the passion burning in the amber depths. “Want a ride?”

“How about I give you one?” Max growled, nearly laughing as Zan blinked. Their reversal of roles was short-termed for sure, but for now…he was enjoying being the one in control.

“Thought you’d never ask, Max,” Nick purred, reaching out and pulling him into a sweaty kiss, their slick flesh sliding against each other as hands groped for flesh. “I’ll be honest, Evans…I’m close to blowing,” Nick admitted as he pulled Max down on top of him, grinning over his shoulder.

“You’re some piece of work,” Max chuckled despite himself. “And too damn sexy for your own good.”

“Well, you know us rich kids have issues,” Nick groaned as Max lubed himself and began a slow penetration. “Shit, that feels good…”

“Yeah it does,” Max answered hoarsely, loving the tight, hot feel of Nick around his cock. “Ah… shit…” He swallowed and tried to fight against the urge to seat himself to the hilt and just go to town.

Sensing his hesitation, Nick arched into him and murmured, “Do it, Max. Fuck me. Shove that hard cock inside of me—” he trailed off on a groan as Max did just that, and he met Zan’s aroused gaze as he realized the other male was watching and silently caressing himself.

A chorus of moaning started up as Max found his rhythm, alternating between long and slow strokes, to short and quick thrusts that had them both inching closer to the edge. Max broke first, letting out a sharp cry as he yanked himself out and began pumping his shaft as he came.

Nick followed closely behind, and was pleasantly surprised when Zan scrambled forward and sucked him off to completion, running his tongue around the head of his cock as Nick came with a shout.

They all laid there, sweaty and spent until Nick broke the silence. “That was the best damn security installation I’ve ever had. You’ve definitely got my recommendation.”

Part 46

“Hey, I thought you were going to wait for me?” Michael asked walking into the weight room.

Kyle just smiled. “Sorry, you were being too slow but I’m just doing some stretches. You ready now?”

Michael nodded. He and Kyle spent the next hour and a half doing a cardio workout on the EFX machine then some free weights. The guys tried to workout at least four times a week but today, it seemed that Michael and Kyle worked harder. They both were trying to get away from Isabel and her damned planner. The things that they had to go through the last couple of weeks, Michael was tempted several times to move back to Florida.

Their workout was hard and they were both covered with sweat by the time they finished. Kyle lay on the weight bench with his eyes closed catching his breath while Michael went to where his bag lay and drank some water. While he drank, Michael looked across the room at Kyle. He could not help the thoughts that flew through his mind. Even after such a strenuous workout, he still felt frustrated. The longer he looked at Kyle, the more he knew how to vanquish that frustration.

Michael kneeled next to Kyle and sat there silently. Kyle felt Michael looking at him so he opened his eyes and turned toward him. Before Kyle could say a word Michael had his lips latched to Kyle’s in a demanding kiss. Kyle’s hands reached up and cupped Michael’s face, pulling him closer. Their kiss deepened and soon Kyle was lost in a haze of lust that Michael had brought on.

Michael distracted Kyle long enough to gently pull a hand down and quickly click a cuff on the wrist. Kyle, still in a lust-induced stupor, did not realize until several seconds later that Michael had cuffed his hands to the weight bar that sat above him filled with weights. Michael got up and pulled on Kyle’s legs until his ass was almost pulled off the end of the bench. Michael jerked Kyle’s shorts off, his cock standing stiff and ready.

Michael growled as he looked down at Kyle. “I’m blaming you for my frustrations Kyle.” He reached down and took Kyle’s stiffness in his hand. “Because of you, Isabel is driving us all insane and she always seem to have Maria and Liz with her. Damn, it’s been days since I’ve fucked my own wife.”

Kyle sighed, not sure what to say. He wanted to apologize for Isabel’s behavior but he was feeling just as frustrated. A jolt of pleasure swept through his body as Michael began pumping his cock.

“Oohhh, Michael, I’m…” Kyle never finished as Michael bent down and sucked him into his mouth. “Ummmm, yes.”

Michael expertly worked Kyle’s cock until it swelled and throbbed in his mouth. Michael suddenly pulled away and stood up leaving Kyle panting and begging to be finished off. Michael refused and went and got another drink of water, eyeing Kyle. He bit back a moan as he watched Kyle’s chest heave and sweat gather once more on his body. Kyle was definitely a beautiful man, his muscles sculpted to perfection. All of those hours of working out have paid off.

Michael went back to stand next to Kyle who looked up at him. “Michael, you didn’t have to do this. You can have me at anytime.” He said indicating to the handcuffs as he pulled down on the bar a little frustrated that he could not go to Michael.

Michael smiled and squatted down. “I know but since I started working out here, I wanted to do this to someone. Today, you were the lucky candidate.” He leaned in and took one of Kyle’s nipples between his teeth and bit lightly on it while his tongue gently caressed the tip. Kyle groaned loudly and squirmed. “You like that?”

“Oh, yes.” Kyle groaned.

Michael kissed Kyle harshly letting his frustrations come out in a sexual outlet. Kyle opened willingly for him. Michael abruptly stopped and stood again. Kyle cursed, knowing that Michael was enjoying this torture he was inflicting. Michael pushed down his shorts and moved to stand between Kyle’s legs. He reached down and took his own cock in hand and began pumping. Kyle was helpless but to watch, his skin beginning to tingle in anticipation of what was to come. He knew that look that Michael had in his eyes. He was about to get fucked hard and fast and Kyle groaned at the thought.

“Anxious aren’t you?” Michael asked seeing how Kyle squirmed.

“Michael.” Kyle pleaded.

Michael smiled and he reached beneath the bench to pull out the tube of lube that he’d placed there earlier. He picked up Kyle’s legs and placed them on his shoulder. This position brought Kyle’s ass off the bench so that his weight rested on his upper back and shoulders. Michael quickly got ready and threw that tube down. There was little gentleness as Michael pushed deep into Kyle’s ass but grunting at the tightness.

Michael wasted little time with romance and niceties as he started to thrust hard into Kyle. The heat and tightness that surrounded Michael had made his desire rise to its height and his cock began to swell. Knowing he was close Michael grabbed Kyle’s cock and handled it with the same rhythm as his thrusts.

“Fuck!” Kyle cried out as he came on Michael’s hand.

Michael groaned as he pushed deep into Kyle’s ass letting his cum fill him. He leaned forward panting, his hands on the weight bar holding his weight. Sweat dripped off his face and fell on Kyle’s chest that was quickly going up and down with his rapid breath.

“I guess we just missed the workout Bro.” A rough voice sounded from the doorway.

Both Michael and Kyle turned and saw that Max and Zan had returned and stood there. They were both appraising the naked bodies of their lovers.

“Too bad.” Max said his voice becoming husky and his eyes visibly darkening. “Since we haven’t had a good workout since what Zan? Seven hours now?” he looked at his watch.

“Yep.” Zan had already taken off his shirt and now unzipping his pants. Michael saw what was about to happen and stood up and unlocked Kyle. They both watched as the twins quickly stripped the come to them. The room smelled of sweat and sex, which just enticed their desire more.

Max went to Kyle while Zan stood nose to nose with Michael.

“So…how’d it go at Nick’s?” Kyle asked, the corner of his mouth twitched. He’d recommended Zan for Nick’s security on his new home but he’d also had other motives. He wanted Zan and Max to get away and have some time together. He also had known Nick for many years and was sure that he’d make sure that Zan and especially Max would relax for the time they were there. Kyle was also sure that Nick enjoyed his two guests greatly.

“Went fucking great.” Max growled as he swooped down on Kyle’s mouth. Zan did the same with Michael.

Max moved Kyle to the curling bench and leaned upon it. His hands roamed Kyle’s body, enticing the desired reaction from him. Max sat and took Kyle’s cock into his mouth. Kyle groaned at the feel of Max’s tongue tangling with his dick. Kyle grew hard again with Max’s insistence, filling Max’s mouth. Kyle began fucking Max’s mouth and felt his moan vibrate his cock.

Max pulled his mouth away from Kyle and looked up. “Fuck me Kyle.” His voice was hoarse with want.

Kyle growled and helped Max stand only to bend him over the bench. Kyle spotted the lube that Michael had thrown to the floor and made his dick ready for Max. Looking quickly over to where Zan had Michael pinned to the mat, Kyle threw the tube in that direction knowing that it would be needed there next. Kyle turned his attention to Max’s ass. He lightly caressed the cheeks and gave one a pinch making Max jump.

Kyle bent over Max, his cock resting in Max’s crack. “You want me to shove my cock up your ass?” Kyle whispered in Max’s ear. He knew that Max loved to be talked to that way by one of his lovers.

“Yes.” Max answered moving his ass further into Kyle.

Kyle pulled away enough to place his hardness at Max’s opening. Kyle ran his hands around Max’s lower back before plunging deep within the tightness. They both groaned. Max reached down and took hold of his own hard length and began pumping it to the rhythm that Kyle was thrusting in his ass. The room was filled with pants, moans and grunts. It reeked of sex, manly sex. Max could no longer hold out as he felt his cock swell as he pumped it harder.

“Uuuuggghh!” Max moaned as he shot his cum on the floor.

Kyle felt Max’s ass squeeze on his cock as he came bringing Kyle to the edge. Kyle thrust one last time shooting his cum deep within his lover. The two slid to the floor embracing, turning to watch the other two in the room

Zan had pinned down Michael to the mat earlier and they had rolled around, their naked bodies entwined with each other. As always, a duel for control began. Zan was now on top again, his hard cock rubbing against Michael’s.

“You wanna be fucked, doncha Michael?” Zan growled as he nipped at Michael’s nipple and ground his cock against his lover’s.

“Yessss.” He hissed from the pain and sensations that Zan was causing. He was so turned on at the moment, Michael almost felt like he’d not cum just a little while before.

Zan shifted his weight and shivered in anticipation. He couldn’t wait until he could feel Michael’s tightness around him. The heat that his body would wrap around him. God, just the thought had Zan close to cumming already. Zan moved and lifted Michael’s legs to rest upon his shoulders. This gave Zan access to Michael’s ass. He took Michael’s cock in one hand and led his tip to Michael’s hole with the other. Michael withered and moaned as Zan pumped him. Zan pushed in just the tip of his cock and stopped. Michael gasped and quit moving for a moment.

“Zan.” Michael moaned, thrusting up his hips trying to get Zan in further. “Give me all of it.” He begged.

Zan smiled down on Michael, enjoying the way Michael was falling apart under him. Rarely did this tall, gruff man do such a thing but he felt pride that he could make Michael loose that stern control of his. Zan pushed in just a bit before pulling it out some. He watched as Michael’s breathing got quicker and his hips thrust higher. Zan pushed in again a little more then pulled out some.

“Fuck! Zan. Please!”

Zan leaned forward letting go of Michael’s dick. This action brought Michael’s legs up higher giving Zan more access.

“What do you want Michael?”

“Fuck me Zan. I want all of your cock deep inside.” He hissed through gritted teeth.

Zan thrust in hard and swift, filling Michael completely.

“Yes!” Michael cried out.

Zan pumped Michael furiously, their breaths coming out in short bursts and moans. Zan grabbed Michael’s cock again and began to pump it in rhythm to his own. Their grunts became louder as they came closer to their release. Zan could no longer hold out and released his load into Michael who let go and sprayed his onto his stomach.

The two collapsed onto the mat then were joined by Max, lying next to Michael then Kyle next to Zan. The four men lay there, covered in sweat and cum but content.

“Damn.” Michael groused.

“Yeah.” Max answered.

“So, when’s the girls gonna be back?” Zan asked.

“Probably an hour or two. Not sure really.” Kyle said.

They lay there for several moments, letting the silence settle on them.

“Fuck it.” Max muttered turning to Michael. He had no clue where all of this sexual desire was coming from. Since he’d stepped into Nick’s house, he felt as if he could not cum enough. He was constantly getting hard and had the urge to bury his cock into whichever lover would let him. ‘Damn, am I turning into a slut?’ he had to think.

Max captured Michael’s lips, Max immediately taking charge. He couldn’t believe that he was hard again. But after watching Zan and Michael, well, he felt energized again. He felt much like the energizer bunny. Just keeps going and going, at least these past three days. Max rolled so that he laid half on Michael, rubbing his cock on Michael’s leg. Michael responded by moaning and running his hands through Max’s hair pulling him closer. Max moved his lips to Michael’s ear then neck, leaving trails of kisses and nips until he reached his nipples.

Soon Kyle and Zan joined in on the fun, hands and tongues going everywhere that could be reached on the four bodies. Max moved to straddle Michael’s head, pressing his hard cock to his lover’s lips. Michael greedily sucked him in letting the tip fall deep in his throat.

“Yes.” Max groaned as heat swelled through his body. The feel of Michael’s lips upon his shaft was delicious.

Zan looked at his brother and Michael. The scene was so hot and knew that Michael’s cock was just begging for attention. Zan found the lube and gently stroked it onto Michael who began thrusting his hips to meet Zan’s hand. Zan moved, turning to Michael’s feet and sat upon his hard cock. Michael and Zan simultaneously grunted as Michael’s cock filled Zan.

Kyle, not willing to be left out, knelt between Michael’s legs and pulled Zan down to suck on his hard length. Kyle then reached out and took Zan’s hardness into his hand. Together, the four men worked at a steady pace, grunts and pants filled the room as they soon reached their orgasms. Max unloading his cum down Michael’s throat as Zan did the same into Kyle’s hand. Next came Michael thrusting his hips up into Zan who greedily slurped Kyle’s load. They collapsed on the mat, utterly exhausted now.

Minutes passed before anyone could move, as the passion subsided. Michael finally lifted a heavy arm and looked to his watch.

“The girls will be here soon.”

Max slowly sat up and looked to his lovers. “Guess we better clean up. I have a feeling we are in for a long night.” Max had spoken to Liz right before coming home and she sounded very frustrated with Isabel. He sighed and the four men trudged their way upstairs to the bathroom.

Part 47

Max entered the den and found exactly who he was looking for. Sitting at the desk, looking intent at the computer screen was Michael. Max smiled as he walked up to the other man, bent and kissed Michael deeply, distracting him from the numbers on the screen. Michael eagerly responded as he did with all of his lovers.

When Max pulled away and stood, Michael looked at him with brow raised. Rarely did the men show physical affection outside of their sexual excursions. This helped them remember not to do certain things when they were around other people.

“What do you want Max?”

Max tried to put on his innocent face but it just didn’t work this time. Michael saw right through it. Something was up.

“Could you keep an eye on Liz for me today?”

“She ok?” Michael asked feeling a little concerned. “Isn’t she with Isabel and Maria shopping and planning?”

“Yeah she was suppose to go but she is not feeling well today. I have an errand to run and it will take me several hours but I don’t really want to leave her alone.”

“Sure, no problem. I’m planning on sticking around for most of the day.”

“Thanks man.” Max bent again and brushed his lips across Michael’s. “Oh, by the way, she thinks that I have to go into work for a little while so…well let’s just keep it at that.”

Michael nodded. He had a feeling that he knew what Max was going to go do but he kept it to himself. Max would tell them when he was ready.

Max left and Michael got up and headed to the kitchen. He made her a cup of hot tea and headed up to her room. Half way up, Michael’s cell phone rang. It turned out that he would have to leave in a little while. He silently cursed the person who had called. Walking up the stairs he was about to call Max and tell him his dilemma when he bumped into Zan. Literally.

“Hey Zan. I didn’t know you were here.”

“Yeah. My client postponed the meeting that we were suppose to have so I thought I’d hang for the day.”

“So no plans in say…an hour or so?”

“Naw, just some phone calls. Why?”

“Max asked me to look after Liz while he went on some errand but I now I have to go in a bit. Would you mind taking over when I leave?”

“Sure. She ok? I thought she left with the others.”

“She’s not feeling well. I’m on my way up to see her.”

“Alright. Let me know when you leave.” Zan knew exactly what Max was doing. Max had told him about it days ago.


Michael continued up the stairs and gently opened the door to Liz’s room. He found her lying on the bed, wrapped in the sheet. Michael set the cup down on the bedside table then reached down and swept some hair from her face. Liz opened her eyes and looked up at Michael.

“Hey.” She said quietly.

“Hey. Max said you weren’t feeling good so I brought you some tea.”

Liz sat up and brushed her hair back from her face. “Michael. You didn’t have to but thanks.”

Michael handed her the cup and stood there actually feeling awkward but he didn’t know why. He guessed that it was because he and Liz were rarely really alone much. Liz looked up and smiled at him and patted the bed.

“Join me Michael.”

Michael sat on the bed and looked at Liz. She had some circles under her eyes and looked tired. “You ok?”

“Yes, just tired. Been doing too much lately.” Michael nodded and watched her as she drank her tea.

Liz set the cup down and slid back down into the bed. “Michael stay with me for a while.”

“I am.” But he continued to sit there absently playing with a strand of her silky hair.

“Michael.” Liz said softly. She pulled back the covers some indicating for him to join her.

Michael stood and shed his clothing knowing what she wanted. He climbed into the bed and took her into his arms.

“Mmmm. Better. I hate lying in this huge bed by myself.” She snuggled deeper into his body, pressing her flesh against his.

Michael’s breath caught as he grew hard, feeling her warmth press against him. He had not wanted this to happen, he knew that she was not feeling well and he was sure that the last thing that she needed was he mauling her. He felt her move in his arms again, this time situating herself so that his rigid member sat between her legs. Michael bit back a moan as he tried to control his body’s reaction to his lover.

‘She needs sleep.’ He kept reminding himself. She did not feel well. The last thing she needed was to have him trying to have his way with her.

“Michael?”

Liz’s voice brought him out of his rationalizing thoughts. “Hmmm?”

Liz raised her head so that she could look him in the eye. “I love you Michael. I’m so glad that you and Maria are a part of my life. Our lives.”

Michael was speechless. Much like the guys not showing physical attention outside of their excursions, the verbal application of some of their affection was not used a whole lot either. Yes, they told their significant others all the time that they loved each other and openly showed it but within the group, the mix match partners, well, they all knew that they loved each other. They all shared the love and caring that had come with their special relationships. Their life. This was the first time that Liz had voiced her affection outside of sex to him specifically.

Michael knew that they all had strange relationships. How can you care so deeply and trust someone so completely and not tell them all the time? He had no clue but that was the way they were. For example, he knew that Max and Kyle declared their love for one another when they were alone but together, well the others just knew how they feel about each other. It was the same with he and Isabel. Maria and Zan. Liz and Maria.

Michael ran his hands through her hair and looked down into her dark eyes. “I love you too Liz. I’m also glad that we are able to be a part of your life.”

“Make love to me.” Liz said so quietly that Michael almost didn’t hear her. How could he deny that?

Michael lowered his head and began a soft kiss. Liz drew her hands through his long hair, pulling him closer to her, deepening the kiss. Michael rolled them so that he was above her. He gently broke his lips from hers and used them to softly worship her body. His hands also roamed until they rested on her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples to tight peaks. Liz responded to him by arching her back and moaning in pleasure.

Michael sighed at the sight and smell of her. Slowly he pushed his hard cock into her waiting wetness. He was still for a moment, relishing in the feel of her heat surrounding him. He pulled out until just his head was still inside and he almost groaned at the absence of her warmth. Smoothly he slid back in. He set the pace to their lovemaking.

Michael’s head swam with the sensations that ran through his body. This was a different experience for him with Liz. There was no one dominating over the other or a fight for control. They moved in perfect harmony together, showing the love that they held for one another. No, this was not Liz taking Maria’s place but it was like a bonding of type between the two. They both shared strong, intense feelings with Maria but now they have some of their own.

Michael quickened his pace as he captured her lips, feeling her walls tighten around him. She was so close; he could feel it, see it. Liz pulled her mouth away and pulled Michael closer to her. Opening her mouth, she bit hard on his chest as she orgasmed. Michael thrust deep inside once, twice before finally giving in to his release.

Michael rolled over to the side and pulled Liz with him so that she lay on her side, her back to his chest. He cradled her in his arms and tenderly kissed her head.

“Get some sleep.” He whispered.

Liz sighed in response and closed her eyes. She fell almost instantly to sleep, feeling safe, warm and sated.



Michael slowly slipped out of bed almost an hour after Liz fell asleep. He’d laid there holding her, not minding that his arm had fallen asleep. He wished he could stay with her until Max returned but he knew he couldn’t. He grabbed his clothing as he crept out of the room, careful not to wake the sleeping beauty. Michael found Zan kicked back downstairs in the den watching TV. When Zan saw Michael enter, he reached out and turned off the set.

“I have to go. Liz is sleeping right now.”

Zan nodded and stood. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her til Max returns.”

Michael gave Zan a smirk. “I know you will. See you later tonight.”

Zan headed for the stairs while Michael left. Carefully Zan entered the room and saw that Liz still slept. He went to the chair near the bed and sat. He made himself comfortable and took the time to study the woman that had captured his brother’s heart. Actually she’d captured all of their hearts. It was Isabel that had slowly drawn this group of people together but it was Liz who kept them together. Zan had observed early on that this petite girl was the heart of them. It wasn’t like she controlled them, that was his Kitten’s job, but Liz, she was the center of it all. Everyone had a connection to her in a unique way.

Liz shifted in bed turning to lie on her stomach and found that she was no longer being held. She turned her head and opened her eyes. The first sight she saw was Zan sitting in the chair watching her. Her lips curved slightly into a small smile.

“Zan.” Her voice was still laden with sleep.

“Hey Sweets.”

“Where’s Michael?”

“He got a call and had to jet. Thought I’d come and see if you needed anything.”

“Warmth.” Liz said and her smile got a little bigger.

Zan raised a brow to her but stood and stripped out of his clothing. But instead of climbing in next to her as Michael had done, he went to the foot of the bed and pulled the sheet from her body. He then crawled up to kneel between her legs. His hands went to her ass and began to softly knead it. He then moved his hands until they rested on her thighs. He gave a little push and spread them wider. His hands explored her backside as his eyes grasped at the sight before him.

“You are so beautiful.” He murmured, lying on his stomach.

Zan slid his fingers down until they began an exploration of her slit. She was wet and dripped heat. He slipped a finger into her core. Liz responded by lifting her hips up, giving him more access to her. A second finger joined the first and she moaned. Then a third finger slipped in. This had her hips grinding on his fingers and her breath coming out in pants. Zan took a moment and gave her several good thrusts with his fingers taking pleasure in the soft groans that came from her lips.

He pulled his hand away and Liz groaned in frustration. “Zan…”

Zan did not disappoint her. He bent his head and lapped at her folds. He could taste Michael mixed in with her sweet taste.

“Uuuhhh…yessss…” Liz moaned, her hips grinding again. Her movements and sounds encouraged him to continue as he devoured her.

Liz could not control the fire that raced through her body with the touch of his tongue to her skin. She felt him dip into her, lavishing and suckling her. She grasped at the pillow and thrust her hips, pressing his face into her. She felt the building sensation and knew that she was close.

“Zan..yess…please…” she begged.

Zan dipped a finger back into her, letting her juices cover it. He pulled it out and slid it up to right between her cheeks. Gently he pushed the tip of his finger into her puckered hole. He heard Liz gasp but her movements did not stop so he pushed a little further. This time she moaned and her hips went back toward his finger pushing it all the way in. Zan felt the tightness of her ass squeeze his finger. He pulled it out then thrust it back in all the while licking at her core. Liz was now withering unsure if she wanted to fuck his tongue or his finger in her ass.

Zan pulled his finger out until just the tip was inside then sucked deeply on her swollen clit. This brought on Liz’s climax and she cried out. At that same moment he thrust his finger back into her ass and she experienced a second orgasm.

Slowly Zan withdrew from Liz then crawled up beside her. When she came to her senses again she looked to Zan and smiled.

“Feeling better Sweets?”

“Much.” She said as she reached out and took hold of Zan’s hardness.

Zan moved and drew her close to him. This movement made Liz take her hand from him.

“Naw Sweets. That was for you.”

“Zan. Really I don’t…”

Zan kissed her quiet. “For you. Get some rest now.”

Liz locked eyes with him and saw that she would not win this fight so she cuddled deeper into Zan’s embrace, laying her head on his chest. This was the way Max found them an hour or so later.


Max rushed up the stairs, made a stop in Zan’s room then went to his own. The door was closed and he expected to find Michael in there with Liz since he’d not seen him when he came in. He was surprised to find his brother holding Liz. The sheets were pushed to the bottom of the bed and the sight of a nude Liz made Max instantly hard. He bit back a growl as he removed his clothing and walked to the bed. He smiled as he looked down at the love of his life. He slid in on the other side of Liz and spooned in behind her.

Liz shifted a bit as she felt another presence with her now. She knew immediately that it was Max. She knew the feel and smell of him. He and Zan may be twins but each had their own unique scent to them.

“Ummm. Did you get your work done?” Liz asked, groggy with sleep.

Max kissed her head. “Yes. All done.”

“Good.” Liz snuggled into Zan’s chest as Max moved closer to her. Zan opened an eye and adjusted his position slightly making it easier for them both to cradle Liz. He closed the eye again then heard Liz speak.

“Max, tell Zan that he needs to tell the others.”

Zan opened his eyes and lifted his head looking questioningly at his brother. Max just shrugged. “She overheard us talking yesterday.”

Zan lowered his head and caressed her hip with one of his hands. “I will soon.”

Together the three fell asleep only to wake a couple of hours later, Liz feeling much better and let the twins shower her with affection and that special attention that they loved to lavish on her.

Part 48

Max looked over at Liz as they drove the rental car from the airport. Michael had let them use one of his smaller planes so they could land at a small airport in Ruidoso and was now driving the hour and half trip to reach Roswell. They both thought it was a good time to finally go and introduce Max to Liz’s parents and let him see where she and Maria grew up.

Max was holding Liz’s hand and trying hard to keep his eyes on the road instead of her when his cell phone rang. He let go of Liz’s hand and took the phone in hand, looking at who was calling. He hit a button then set it back down.

“Kyle.” He said looking to Liz.

Liz smiled and nodded. “He’s probably missing you or Isabel is driving him mad.”

Max chuckled as a picture of Isabel, planner in hand, looking around the large house for Kyle who is probably hiding in a closet somewhere.

A few minutes later Liz’s cell phone rang. She picked it up and then hit the off button.

“Maria.”

“I don’t think that we will get much rest from them.” Max said but held a smile on his lips. They both loved their lovers and knew that they were going to be missed this week.

They were about ten minutes away from Roswell when Max’s phone rang again. Max looked at the caller and answered it.

“Hey.” Max paused then looked to Liz. “Yeah, wait a minute, here she is.” Max handed Liz the phone.

“Hello?” Liz’s face brightened. “Oh, hi. Yes we are almost there…Really. Well how about tomorrow…No we don’t have anything planned yet…That sounds great. Ok…See you tomorrow.”

Liz hung up the phone and handed it back to Max. “I have a shopping date tomorrow.” Max smiled thankful for the call. It was perfect timing.


Jeff and Nancy Parker greeted Max warmly. He could not believe the décor of the restaurant that Liz called home. It was alien themed with a large spaceship jutting out over the doorway serving as a sign for the Crashdown Café. The Parkers live in a spacey apartment above the restaurant and Liz was more than happy to show him where she’d grown up.

They shared a nice lunch with the Parkers then Liz took Max around Roswell, showing him all the sights. He really got a kick out of the UFO Museum near The Crash. He just couldn’t believe how touristy the place was but he was really comfortable in the small town. He inwardly wished that he could take Liz home to meet his parents but that place was no longer home and he really did not want to go back so he decided to lay back and allow Liz to let him into her world.

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The bell over the door rang and Liz looked up from her place at the bar to the person entering the café. She had never seen her in person but she would know Serina Johnson anywhere. She was not a girl that could be looked over with her soft shade of red, slightly curly hair and laughing green eyes. Liz was surprised by the tan that the other woman held because most red heads had such pale skin with freckles. But it seemed that Serina was the exception to the rule with her dark, smooth, flawless skin.

Liz stood and walked to Serina who stood just a little taller than herself. She and Max had just finished their breakfast there in her parent’s restaurant and she was teasing him about how the young waitresses on shift seemed to be tripping over themselves making sure he had everything he needed. Max, being naive to how gorgeous he really was, just blushed and denied it.

“Serina?”

The woman smiled and her eyes sparkled. “Liz. Your pictures do not do justice to how beautiful you really are. Max is one lucky man.” She said as they embraced.

Max had followed Liz over and took his turn for a hug from the woman. “Serina. It has been way to long. You are looking great.”

“I’m really sorry but I blame it on that brother of yours. He’s great at keeping me busy.”

Max laughed and nodded knowing his brother so well.

“Are you ready?” Liz asked. “Or do you want some breakfast or coffee?”

“No, I’m fine. I’ve already eaten.”

“OK.” Liz turned to Max and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. She sighed into his mouth when she felt his hardness pressed against her stomach. They both wore a dazed look when they broke apart. “Yeah, well…um..We’re going to El Paso, the shopping is so much better there but we will be home by dinner time.”

“Alright. You two have fun.” Max said but saw the promise that Liz held in her eyes for them to continue the direction their kiss could easily take them in. He then watched them leave the restaurant already talking and laughing. He was glad that they got along so well. It will make it easier when Serina meets the rest of the group.

Max sighed and looked to the door that led to the back room area. He straightened his posture and walked to the swinging door.

‘Now comes the hard part.’

Max found Jeff Parker in a small room that he called an office. He was sitting behind a desk rummaging through the mess of papers on top. Max knocked on the doorframe to get the man’s attention.

Jeff looked up and smiled. “Max, come on in. I assume Liz left with your friend to go shopping?”

“Yes sir. Just a few minutes ago.” Max sat in a chair near the desk. “Mr. Parker…er..Jeff. I was wondering if I could speak with you for a minute.”

“Sure Max. What is it?”

“Well.” Max shifted a bit in his seat. He knew that this would be hard but didn’t think it would be this hard. Isabel was so much easier. “Sir, you know I love Liz. She’s been the best thing that has ever happened to me. And well, we’ve been together almost three years now and living together as you know almost two of those years. We are both very happy and in love and well…I was wondering sir…” Max paused a minute and took a deep breath. “I guess I’m asking for your blessing to marry your daughter.”

Jeff fought back the smile that threatened to come to his lips. He knew what Max wanted to talk to him about the minute he walked into his office. It was written all over his face and saw the nervousness that filled the young man. Jeff had been impressed with Max the moment they met the day before. He had manners and was very attentive to his daughter and of course Nancy, Liz’s mother, took an immediate liking to him with that charming smile. Jeff could also see that Max had a good upraising and was thoughtful of his feelings for his daughter, enough so that he would ask permission for her hand. Jeff waited just a moment before answering Max, just so he could enjoy watching his future son-in-law squirm a bit more. Wasn’t that the prerogative of a father?

“Max, I can see that you love my Lizzie. I’ve also heard a lot of good things about you.”

“You have?”

Jeff nodded. “Isabel, Kyle, Maria, and even Michael has done nothing but sing your praises every time I’ve talked to them.” Jeff saw Max blush at the apparent compliments that his friends had given. Jeff could add modest to the list of Max’s characteristics now. “You’ve only been here a day but I can see how much Lizzie loves you and how you dote on her. So I cannot think of a reason the two of you should not get married.”

This brought a smiled to Max’s lips.

“But…”

“But?” Max asked as the smile disappeared and fear gripped at his heart and squeezed.

“I also would not be a good father if I did not tell you that if you hurt my baby girl, I will personally make sure that you would never enjoy sex again.”

Max’s eyes widened and looked at Jeff’s serious face. “Er, I…um, I understand sir. But I do want you to know that I love Liz with my entire being and could not imagine my life without her. I would never intentionally hurt her. I love and respect her in every way.”

Jeff looked at Max for a moment and realized that his words were sincere. His face relaxed and smiled at his future son-in-law, rising from the chair. He went to Max and patted his shoulder.

“Good. Now that that is out of the way and the girls have left you here, why don’t you come and help me with inventory. We can get to know each other better and I won’t be stuck in the storage room all day.”

Max smiled back and got up out of the chair. “Yes, sir.”

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Meanwhile back in California…

Maria sighed in relief as she pulled Michael up the stairs only to stop in front of their closed door. Isabel and Kyle were out for the evening as was Zan, leaving the two in the house alone. She looked up to her husband.

“You trust me Michael?”

Michael looked down at his wife and saw the lustful desire that lit her eyes. “Of course Pixie. With my life.”

Maria smiled at him. “Good.”

She reached in her pocket and pulled out a blindfold and placed it on his eyes. She opened the door and led him to stand near the bed. She lifted her head and captured his lips to hers, her tongue delving deep into his mouth. Michael lifted his arms and wrapped them around her body only to have Maria pull away and put his hands back down at his side.

“Uh uh. Keep your hands to yourself Michael.” Her voice was soft and seductive.

Her hands went to Michael’s shirt, running down his chest till she had the bottom in her fingers. With a deliberate slowness, she ran her hands back up his stomach and chest, taking his shirt with it. He automatically raised his arms for her to remove the shirt then let them back down where she’d put them earlier.

Maria again let her fingertips slide down his chest with the lightest touch. She watched as goose bumps flared across his skin then felt him shiver. Her hands stopped at the waist of his jeans. She dipped a finger in and lightly teased the skin around the hair that led to his groin. She smiled when Michael moaned. Without hesitation, she loosened his pants and let them fall to his ankles. Her smile grew bigger when she saw that he wore no underwear.

“Free-balling?” Maria inquired as she took his balls into her palm.

Michael just shrugged his shoulders. “My boxers were not available earlier and just never got around to putting some on.”

“Hmmm.” Maria said as she released her hold and bent to help Michael step out of his jeans.

She then helped him lie upon the bed. Michael lay upon his back then felt Maria place something on each of his wrists then something around his waist.

“Maria?”

Maria reached up and took off his blindfold. “Yes Michael?” she asked innocently.

Michael looked down and found that his wrists were locked to a chain that was around his waist. This would only allow him to keep his arms by his side. He looked up at his wife and saw that mischievous glint to her eyes and felt his dick flinch in anticipation to what she had planned for him.

Maria got up from the bed and stood a little off to the side but made sure that Michael could see her clearly.

“What do you want Michael?” she asked, her voice so silky and husky with desire.

“You.” He hissed as he watched her hands begin to roam her body.

“How do you want me?”

“Naked.” Michael answered knowing what she was asking. He obviously knew how she was going to fuck him but this was their foreplay.

“Mmmmm…”She moaned as her hands ran down her hips. “Tell me baby.”

Michael swallowed hard and tried to keep his control as he watched the most beautiful woman caress herself. “Your shirt. Take off your shirt.” His voice was deep, filled with desire.

Maria smiled at her husband and let her hands smoothly slide up again to the buttons that kept her shirt closed. One by one she released them, letting a little more flesh show with each button. Once they were all open, she slowly slid the shirt from her body, her shoulders going back, jutting her breasts further out showing Michael that she wore no bra.

Michael gasped at the sight of Maria. He loved her breasts and the way her nipples would get so hard for him. He loved taking her nipples between his finger and giving them a pinch and listen to her groans of pleasure. He could practically taste her in his mouth, feel the hard nipple against his tongue. Just those thoughts had him close to cuming before she could even touch him.

“The skirt.” He choked out. At that moment he knew that he would not be able to say much more.

Maria’s hands slid over her bare breasts, making sure her husband saw that she made her nipples hard before going down and slipping off the short skirt she wore. This left her only in a black thong. She looked expectantly at Michael. Waiting for what else he wanted.

Michael moaned as he observed his wife standing before him in nothing but her underwear. He swore that no matter how long they were together, she would always turn him on, make him want her more than air that apparently his body was at that time having a hard time getting.

“Panties.” He said softly, his eyes blazing with want. He needed her so bad. He wanted to feel his cock inside her warmth, feel her heat surround him.

Maria turned around and hooked her fingers on each side of her thong then bent over as she took them off, giving Michael a view of her ass.

“Fuck.” She heard before turning back around. She knew he was about to lose his control and she loved the feeling that gave her. The power she had over him was amazing.


Maria went over to the bed and climbed on then straddled his waist, her pussy just an inch from his throbbing hard on.

“Maria.” Michael pleaded with her but he saw that her breathing had quickened also and that lust and want now filled her eyes.

Maria gave him what he wanted. She lowered herself upon him quickly, making him cry out as he held tightly to his control. She just sat there, not ready for him to cum yet. She let him get his breath then began to move on him. Her motions were varied, knowing just what to do to drive him to the edge only to back off.

Michael was beyond frustrated. He wanted to grab hold of her and fuck her hard and fast but with his hands restrained, it was impossible. He was her prisoner, at her complete mercy. And he loved it.

Maria bent forward and allowed Michael to take a nipple into his mouth and she moaned in delight, feeling her core tighten around him. She was on edge and knew that neither one of them could hold out much longer. Her pace quickened, her movements more frenzied as she bounced up and down upon his hard cock. Her nails dug deep into his chest where they rested as she felt him swell in her. She let her restraint go and cried out as she climaxed. Michael felt her squeeze him tightly and let his cum spray deep inside.

Maria collapsed on Michael’s chest and stayed there for a long time, her eyes closed, her breathing rapid.

“Maria?” he said quietly.

“Hmm?”

“Um…could you…?”

Maria rose a bit and looked down at his slightly raised hands. She smiled at him. “I think I like you at my mercy.”

“You don’t need chains to have me at your mercy Pixie.” He said looking into her eyes.

Maria heard the love that filled his words and knew that he meant every word. Her heart swelled knowing that this was the man she’d be with until she died and was very happy with that. Though they had other lovers and she loved them, no one compared to the special love she had with her husband.

“I love you Michael.” She said then unlocked his wrists.

The minute his hands were free, he wrapped them around her body and turned them so that he was on top of her. He was still resting inside of her and she felt him begin to harden again.

“Now, let me show you what these hands can really do.” He growled as he pinned her body to the bed and attacked her mouth.

Part 49

Liz played the tour guide quite well with Max while they stayed in New Mexico. She took him to see the surrounding sights. One day they drove the two hours to Carlsbad. Liz wanted Max to see the beautiful caverns there. They took a tour that led them through the dark caves talking of the history and how they were made. Max liked the sight of bats that would hang from the rocky ceiling in areas.

Half way through the tour Max knew that he could wait no longer to feel Liz’s body next to him. To feel her touch on him, to taste her sweetness in his mouth. His desire flamed as he walked behind her and watched her ass move in the tight, short skirt that she chose to wear that day. He bit back a moan as they stopped once more to look out at some dark cliff. Max looked around and saw that another cave split off from the route they were taking. It was roped off but he knew that he needed to let his desire loose. He’d been uncomfortable being intimate with Liz in her childhood home, her father just down the hall.

Max took hold of Liz’s hand and when the tour guide started forward, Max took the chance and pulled her into the roped off area. He pulled her down the corridor until he found a rock jutting from the wall forming a small seat. He stopped next to it and pushed Liz against the wall claiming her mouth with his. The kiss was deep and filled with need. His tongue smoothly stroked her tongue driving her to a breathless moan. Max pulled his mouth away gasping for breath but latching it to her neck. Another moan escaped Liz.

“I need you Liz.” Max said between kisses on her neck. “I need to feel my cock inside of you.” Max pressed his body against her.

Liz felt Max’s hard bulge press against her lower stomach. She could feel his desire as his hands roamed her body. She felt her own body respond, her nipples hardening and wetness begin to drip between her legs. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. The sudden feeling was consuming.

“Max…” she whispered, throwing her head back, letting him have full access to her neck.

Max moved his hands down her body, one resting on her breast, teasing a hard nipple through her shirt while the other continued it’s journey downward. He reached the bottom of her skirt and let his hand go back up but under the material. He soon hit his target as he fingers found the waiting wetness.

“Liz.” He gasped pulling away and looking into her eyes. “You are such a naughty girl.”

Liz gave Max a sexy smile as her hands went to his hair and pulled him down for another kiss. She knew that not wearing any underwear would pay off somewhere along this trip. She could feel Max’s bulge harden more and felt him moan into her mouth. Her hands released his head and began their travel down his tight body. They sought his warmth as they went beneath his shirt up his chest pulling his t-shirt with her hands. She pulled up on the material, making them part for just the second it took to remove the shirt. Her hands ran back down his chest, feeling the goose bumps that had risen because of the chill of the cave they were in. One hand found the already hard nipple and stopped there to tease it more while her other hand traveled further down to cup the bulge that strained against his pants.

Max felt wild inside. He could not think of a time he’d wanted Liz so bad, needed her so strongly but then again, at that moment, he couldn’t think about anything but sinking his cock deep inside of Liz, the love of his life, the woman who would one day have his children, the woman who brought nothing but happiness to his life.

“I love you Liz.” He groaned, feeling her hand squeeze him.

“Show me Max. Show me how much you love me…want me.” Her voice was soft and husky as she tried to keep her breath.

Max withdrew his hands from her body to unbutton Liz’s shirt and found her breasts cradled in a black lacy bra. He silently moaned as he unhooked the front latch, setting them free of their restraints. His head dipped and took a nipple into his mouth, giving it a soft lick before completely sucking it into his mouth.

“Uuugrhhh!” Liz moaned at the sensations that rushed her body.

His hand found her moist core once again and this time he slid a finger inside. This made Liz gasp and arch her back, pressing her down onto his finger. He withdrew the finger only to replace it again joined with another one. Her wetness and heat surrounded him and he felt her squeeze him.

“Liz!” he groaned into the creamy skin of her neck.

Liz felt her body shudder with need and her hands quickly opened Max’s jeans and pulled out his hard cock. She felt him sigh with relief as she cradled it gently in her hand. Her fingers lightly ran the length of him, feeling the smoothness of the skin. She felt his body respond with a shudder. She knew he wanted her desperately and smiled at the knowledge that she could drive him into such a wild, uncontrollable frenzy. Max, her wonderful lover and friend, the man that she loved with all of her heart, could be knocked off his pedestal of control and she loved every minute of it.

Max could take no more. He had to have her. With her still in his embrace, he turned them so that he sat on the flat rock and she straddled his lap. Max gasped as his ass met the cold rock but the feel of Liz’s hot juices slid down upon his cock made the sensation more erotic. They sat still for a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes, seeing the love that reflected from each other. There was no doubt of the love they shared. It was strong and bold and they knew that it would last an eternity.

Max saw the hint of smile on his lover’s lips and almost asked what she was thinking but at that moment, she began to move her body causing all thoughts to dissipate. He loved the feel of her sliding up and down his shaft, coating him with her juices. He let out a moan and cupped her ass with his hands. Dipping his head, he kissed her breasts, laying gentle, soft kisses to the sweet flesh. He moved closer to her nipple and sucked some of the flesh into his mouth, marking her as his. He felt her tighten on his cock as he sucked driving him wild with desire.

Liz rode Max harder and faster feeling her climax on the horizon. She felt the pressure build and ground down harder on her lover.

“Max.” She begged feeling right on the edge but she needed more.

He looked into her desire clouded eyes and felt that she was right there. He knew her very well and knew what she wanted. He had released his hold on her soft flesh and locked eyes while a hand slid between their bodies. He reached up beneath the skirt and placed his thumb on her swollen clit. It was hot to the touch and slick. He gave it a gently push while moving his thumb in a small circle, his eyes never leaving hers.

He heard her gasp and felt her walls tighten as she fell over the edge and came hard. Max let go and felt his own orgasm shoot deep within her canal. Their bodies stilled as they held one another and came down from their high feeling very sedated.

Liz finally lifted her head and smiled at Max. “I love you.”

Max smiled back at her beautiful face. “I think we need to catch up with another tour to get out of here.”

Liz nodded and rose from him. Both straightened their clothing again and walked hand in hand back out the cave looking for a group to finish their tour of the caverns.

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Back in California…


Isabel stood in the shower, letting the hot water pound on her body as her mind mentally went through a checklist of things to do for the day. She couldn’t believe that she was getting married in just two weeks but there was so much still to do. She sighed and wanted to curse Liz for leaving for a week vacation but she just couldn’t. She knew that she’d been hard on Liz with work and the wedding preparations and when Liz got sick last week, well, she felt the guilt consume her. How could she let her friend and lover run herself down like that? It was she that suggested to Liz to take a couple of days away but she didn’t think she’d take a whole 7 days and take Max with her to New Mexico. Well, from the phone call yesterday, Liz was feeling much better and having a good time.

She heard the shower door open then felt a body pressed against hers and a set of hands cupping her breasts. She leaned back and smiled.

“Good morning Michael.”

Michael grunted a greeting before attacking her neck. Isabel moaned and felt her body relax as his hands caressed her breasts, thumbs running over her nipples. She felt her body being turned slightly then pressed to the shower wall. Michael pushed his body against her backside, letting her feel his hardness. She turned her head so that her cheek rested on the cool tile of the wall and moaned as Michael’s lips and teeth nipped at her neck and shoulders.

Michael loved the feel of Isabel’s body against his. They were near the same height making their bodies fit comfortably together. He reached over and turned off the water then lifted from her. He saw the shiver that ran through her body as the cold air hit her hot skin.

“Michael.” Isabel moaned looking back at him.

He just smiled and took her hand, pulling her out of the shower. He quickly dried most of the moisture from her skin then picked her up in his arms and headed to her large bed.

“Michael. I can’t really. I’ve got so much to do.” Isabel protested though it was a weak one. He’d started that flame of desire in her core and knew that she wanted nothing more than to spend the day pleasing him.

Michael set her in the middle of the bed and placed his finger on her lips. “Shhh. Maria is taking care of it today.”

“Maria? But what about…?”

Michael bent and silenced her with his mouth, keeping her tongue occupied with other things besides speaking. His body moved to rest on top of hers before he pulled his mouth away.

“Don’t worry about it today. It’s taken care of.” He murmured into her neck while she groaned and her hands roamed his back and ass.

Michael’s kisses and touches filled Isabel with a strong lustful desire that filled her to every nerve ending in her body. Slowly he took her hand and raised it above her head until it was within reach of the cuff that he had strapped to the bed. He did the same with the other hand and made sure that his body pinned hers to the bed. With a swiftness that had come with practice, he cuffed each wrist before she knew what had happened.

“Michael?” Isabel asked when her mind floated down from its haze.

“Sshhh.” He said as his body slid down hers, his mouth taking a nipple into his mouth.

She began to writher and groan beneath him as he continued his assault on her breasts, making sure to leave his marks on her soft white skin. Michael slid further down when he was finished with her breasts until his mouth was level with her dripping folds.

His mouth was so close that she could feel his breath on her. “Please.” She pleaded.

Michael let his tongue swipe across her hardened clit after he spread her legs wider, giving him a perfect view of her. Isabel jumped at the touch and moaned.

”Yes…Michael.”

Michael used his tongue to gently outline her folds and taste that sweetness that leaked from her center. He moaned against her clit and heard her gasp and felt that her body had stiffened around him. She was right there, about to come. All he had to do was draw her clit into his mouth and suck but he did not. Instead he slid away from her and stood.

“Michael?” Isabel’s voice came out as a whine. She was so filled with need and desire she felt ready to burst but her lover had pulled away from her.

Michael stood and pulled on one of her ankles before cuffing it to the bed then did the same with the other. He crawled back on the bed and laid his body upon Isabel once more; making sure his hard cock was right between her wet folds.

“Are you frustrated Isabel? Do feel the pressure so much that it fills your entire body? Would you do just about anything to get release? Do you feel out of control?”

“Yes.” Isabel said breathless.

“Good. Now you know how we’ve felt these last few weeks. To feel someone else in charge over almost everything in your life. To have someone always bossing you around.” Michael rose from the bed and went to walk out of the room.

“Wait!” Isabel called out. “Michael, where are you going?”

Michael stopped at the door, opened the door and looked back. It took every ounce of will power he possessed not to go to her and plunge his hard dick into her and fuck her.

“I’m going to let you think about how you’ve acted recently. I will be back in a bit.” He left the room, closing the door.

“Michael!” Isabel called out. “Michael, get your ass back in here!” She pulled on the bonds and found that they held fast. “Damn it, Michael!”

Michael stood on the other side of the door and listened to her yelling. She soon began to curse him, none too lady like either, and he had to laugh. Miss High and Mighty Isabel was cussing like a sailor. He looked down at his still hard cock and groaned.

“Well, buddy, I guess you’ll have to wait awhile longer.” Then headed to his room to put on some shorts.


According to the clock, Isabel had been lying bound to the bed for almost an hour now and still no sight or sound of Michael. At first she’d been fuming for leaving her like that, frustrated and in need of release then his words sank in. Had she been that bad to them? Was she really driving them all crazy? How many times had she walked in on Kyle with one of their lovers?

But as she thought of her actions she saw that she really was being a controlling bitch. She’d run Liz and Maria to exhaustion sometimes. And the guys. The poor guys. She’d barely paid attention to them, hence keeping Liz and Maria from them also at times. She knew that Kyle was finding release with Max, Michael or Zan just as she was with Liz or Maria but now she saw her wrongs. She knew that Kyle would never say anything to her; he loved her for who and what she was and would put up with whatever she dished out as long as it did not cause real physical harm. But Michael, he was not like that. Especially with her. He was the one who told her like it was without the sugar coating. She now realized that he was doing this to make her see that she was going to hurt their relationships if she kept on this path.

Isabel heard the door open and looked up. “Michael.”

“Uhuh Kitten.” Zan said entering the room.

“Zan.” Isabel smiled at him. “Come over here and release me please.” She tried using her sweetest voice for him. She’d learned her lesson and realized what he was trying to tell her, her punishment has got to be over. She was not often in this situation so her body ached to be released and move.

Zan went to the bed and looked down at his beautiful Kitten lying naked and tied to the bed, helpless and desirable. He knew what Michael had planned and supported him with his decision, knowing that they could not just sit down and tell Isabel what she was doing to them. She’d never see it. Zan drew his t-shirt over his head then pushed down his pants until he stood naked. He sat next to her, no longer amazed that he was already hard and ready for her. It had seemed like forever since he’d been with her, loved her, been deep inside of her.

Zan let a hand gently caress her body then let it cross her stomach until it reached her moist curls. Even though almost an hour had past since Michael had left her, she was still damp with need and want. Zan buried two of his fingers inside of her causing her to arch up groaning.

“Zan, please.” Isabel panted. “Let me go, let me take care of you.”

“Nope Kitten. It’s my turn to take care of you.” Zan said as he moved to kneel between her spread legs. His fingers continued its massage to her insides bringing more wetness and moans from her. He withdrew them and heard her whimper at the loss. He leaned forward and let his mouth rest upon hers.

“Don’t worry Love. You won’t be empty for long.” He opened his mouth captured hers, letting his tongue start their sensual dance.

Isabel gasped and released her hold on his mouth when she felt Zan thrust his hardness into her, letting his thickness fill her.

“Ya like that?” Zan was answered with a groan.

Isabel felt a hunger, sweet and dark, fill her as Zan began his movements. She relished the feel of her lovers deep inside of her body. She never really felt her ankles being released and then instinctively wrap around Zan’s waist. Her passion filled haze lifted enough for her to open her mouth when she felt a hard cock pressed against her lips. She looked up and found that Michael was now straddling her while Zan continued his movements in her pussy.

“Open up Baby.” Michael coaxed moving his tip back and forth on her lips.

Isabel opened and allowed Michael to fill her mouth. She began sucking while he pumped in and out of her mouth. Once more she was moaning and being very verbal about the pleasure that filled her body as Zan and Michael got into a rhythm that drove Isabel and them to their climax.

Michael came first filling Isabel’s mouth with his cum that she eagerly swallowed. She released him as she cried out in her own orgasm then felt Zan’s dick swell within her as he pushed deep, releasing his cum.

Zan sat back on his knees while Michael moved to Isabel’s side. Isabel sighed loudly and looked at both of her lovers.

“I’m sorry guys. Really I am. I did not realize what a Bitch I’d been to all of you. I’ve learned my lesson. Am I forgiven?”

Zan gently rubbed her thighs with his hands and looked to Michael. “Whatcha think Mikey? Think she had ‘nough punishment?”

Michael looked down at Isabel and saw that she was sincere with her words but he was not sure that she’d had enough. He knew that he hadn’t. He looked to Zan and tried hard but without success to keep the amused look from his face.

“I think she really is sorry and has learned her lesson but I don’t think she’s had enough punishment. This has been going on for many, many weeks. One time is not enough.”


Zan openly smiled at Michael, thinking much the same. “Neither do I.”

Isabel looked at Michael then Zan and saw their expressions and knew that she was in trouble. “Uh, guys, really…I’ve learned my lesson. I promise to be better.”

“Uh huh. I know you will because I will make sure to keep you in line.” Michael said as he bent and took a nipple in his mouth.

“Yep, and I’ll be right behind you.” Zan agreed and took the other nipple.

The next couple of hours, Zan and Michael reminded Isabel time and time again what her punishment would be if she ever did what she did again. Isabel learned a long, slow, sensual lesson that day of punishment, and loved every minute of it.

Part 50

The day after the Carlsbad escapade, Liz took Max on another road trip adventure. They drove the three-hour trip to the small mountain town of Cloudcroft. There, Liz dragged Max through all of the small town’s antique shops. During her shopping expedition, Liz found the perfect wedding gift for Isabel, a set of beautiful cut diamond earrings that would go perfect with her dress. After lunch in a small café on Main street (where the burgers were not named after aliens) Liz directed Max to drive down to the city of Alamogordo.

The city is not an overly large town, mostly military but Liz had an Aunt that used to live there when she was younger. She took Max on a tour of their Planetarium and the Space Museum to kill time. By the time they ate dinner, the sun was setting and they hit the road again only instead of heading back to Roswell, Liz directed Max to a state park outside of town called White Sands. It was a full moon that evening and during certain parts of the year, the state park stayed open all night long.

Max found it interesting as he drove the car through the path between dunes of white sand. With the moon rising over them, the sand looked almost silver. It was the most beautiful sight Max had ever seen. They passed clusters of people, all trying to get settled in for the night. On top of one large dune, they saw a huge bonfire. Liz explained that all sorts of cults and other strange groups would gather on these nights and do their rituals and dances to the full moon.

“Maybe one day, we can bring our group out here and do a ritual of our own.” Max joked but his mind had wandered to his five lovers again. He was having a wonderful time with Liz but he did miss Kyle and the others.

Liz laughed. “I’m sure we’d fit right in.”

Max drove as the path narrowed and became a bit bumpier. They soon only saw the occasional car.

“Ok, park here.” Liz said indicting an area that was suitable for parking. Once stopped, Liz handed Max the blanket and smiled at him. “The last one to the top has to do what the other says for the rest of the night.”

Without waiting for a response Liz turned and began running up the large dune.

“Why you little…” Max laughed as he took off after her.

He caught up with her half way up the steep dune. He could see that she was accustomed to climbing the loose sand. At first he’d had trouble and slid back two steps for every one he took but then he’d bent over and used his hands much like Liz was doing. With his long strides to her shorter ones, he’d been able to catch up to her.

But instead of passing her, his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to him. Together they fell in the sand and rolled down a ways. Both were laughing as Liz turned over and captured his lips. The kiss was filled with love and desire, making Max moan as he began to harden. He loved how he reacted to Liz so wholly. Together, they got up and finished their trek up the dune hand in hand, moving slowly, their laughter still floating in the air.

Once they reached the top, Max spread out the blanket and he lay down on his back looking up at the cloudless night. Liz lay next to him, her head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her.

“Look at all of the stars we can see tonight.” Max said in a hushed voice. “I wish we could see the sky like this more back home.”

“Yeah, I miss it sometimes.” Liz said.

“Have you ever thought of moving back here?”

“Hmmm.” Liz said snuggling to Max, the cool desert air blowing over their bodies. “A time or two. But not really in a long time. I have a family now, where they go, I go.”

Max pulled her even closer, her answer settling peacefully in his heart. They lay there for some time enjoying the quiet, making the occasional comment or small conversation. Suddenly, they saw a star shoot across the sky, leaving a bright trail.

“Quick, make a wish.” Liz said excitement filling her voice.

Max watched it disappear and knew that it was the perfect timing he’d been waiting for. He disentangled Liz from his body and sat up. Liz looked questioningly at her lover. Max took Liz’s hands in his and looked into her eyes. He could see the moon reflecting in their dark depths. He smiled slightly as he began to feel very nervous.

“When I first met you Liz, I knew you were different than all those other women. Then as I got to know you, I found myself falling in love with you. You threw me a curve…” His smile grew. “Bringing Isabel into the mix then Kyle but I couldn’t imagine life without all of you. I was happy and couldn’t see how I could have any more people in my life to love. That is until Michael and Maria. I was head over heels in love with you by then and thought that life couldn’t get any better. But once again, I was proven wrong when Zan became a part of our family. And I have a feeling that one more is yet to join our ranks making this eccentric family complete.”

Max paused and reached into his pocket. “There is only one thing left before we can be complete, you and I. I love you Liz. You have brought me more love and happiness than I ever imagined a person could have. I make this promise to you now. You will always have my love. You are the other half of my soul and only you complete me.” Max took a breath and held up a small box.

“Elizabeth Parker. Will you make my wish come true and marry me?” max opened the box and showed the beautiful two-caret diamond solitaire ring.

Liz was speechless. She was not oblivious to the fact that Max was it. The only man she’d ever marry. She knew that Max was going to propose but she had no clue when or how. His words had hit hard in her heart and brought tears to her eyes. He had declared how happy he was with his life and gave her all the credit to his happiness. That was the most beautiful thoughts that anyone had ever voiced to her.

“Oh, Max. Yes…yes I will marry you.” Liz watched as he took the ring from the box and slipped it onto her finger. “And you shall always have my love, my soul, making us one.” She said as she leaned over and kissed him deeply, conveying all of the love she felt into that one action. Max reciprocated it.

He pressed upon her body until she lay on her back, his body next to hers. Max finally left her lips for breath and lifted up her shirt and removed her bra. While he was busy with his task of removing her clothing, he felt his own shirt coming off and her small hands pushing down on the undone waist of his pants.

Soon they were both lying naked on the blanket under the full moon and twinkling stars. Their limbs tangled together so that it was hard to decipher where Max began and Liz ended. They were both almost frantic to be as close as possible to the other but then they did not want to rush this consummation of their engagement. Their lustful desires won out in the end as Max slipped his hardness into her slick, ready canal. Liz nibbled delicately on his bottom lip then sucked sharply on it as her legs wrapped around his waist drawing him further into her. Max’s breathing was ragged as he tried to keep his rhythm slow but his control waned as Liz wiggled beneath him and moaned in pleasure.

Liz looked up at her lover, one of her best friends, her fiancé and future husband. She could not believe that he was all those things to her. She smiled at the look her gave her, fraught with sensuality and unspoken promises. Tonight both of their wishes were coming true.

“Max.” She urged feeling her body close to release. Max quickened his pace, amazed how well he could read her body’s needs and knew exactly how to satisfy those needs. Together they climaxed, their loud cries of pleasure joining the chants and howls that lingered in the desert air.


In California…

Kyle walked from the kitchen toward the stairs when voices caught his attention. Loud voices. It was late and thought he was the only one up. He went toward the den, where it was unmistakable who was having an argument.

“Michael, why do you have to be the one to go? Isabel is getting married next week. There is still so much to do. You need to stay near home.”

“Maria…” Michael began.

“No. Isn’t that why we have managers and employees? Let them handle it.”

“I can’t Maria. I can’t put our businesses on hold just because Kyle and Isabel are getting married.” He said angrily. He didn’t like or want to leave anymore than she did but he was the owner and this was something he needed to deal with personally. She knew that. “I’ll be back a couple of days before the ceremony.”

“What about the crap with Tess? Did you not see the article she wrote about you? About us? She blatantly attacked our hotels.”

“I know. That is why I have to take care of this. So she can’t write anything else about it. It’s just one article. I can’t give her more ammunition to write about.”

“Fine. Whatever.” Maria said sharply then walked out head down, not looking at Kyle who stood in the doorway.

He looked back at Michael. “Lover’s spat?”

Michael sighed. “I’ve got to leave tomorrow. The hotel up in North Dakota is getting inspected and we’ve had some trouble there. Hence, Tess’s story.”

Kyle had seen the article. It was brutal, claiming that the Guerin’s ran their hotels on slave wages, charging outrageous prices and other marking accusations. Several problems from this particular hotel were specifically mentioned in the article, which brought about the inspection. Suddenly they heard the font door slam.

“Damn, doesn’t she realize the storm raging outside?”

“It’s alright. I’ll go calm her down.” Kyle volunteered knowing that when Maria and Michael had their fights, the last thing she needed to see was her husband.

Michael nodded and scratched at his eyes brow. He and Maria fought rarely but she’d been upset since Tess’s article was published. He was glad that Liz wasn’t here or he’d have had her to contend with also.

Kyle stood outside and caught a glimpse of Maria’s shadow rounding the corner, heading behind the massive house. Kyle swore as he stepped out into the pounding rain. He finally caught up with her in the garden. She was sitting in the gazebo. He sat next to her on the bench.

“You picked a hell of a night to go for a walk.” He commented.

“Sorry.” She said but Kyle saw the shiver that ran through her body. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close trying to warm her trembling body with his.

“Come on. Let’s go back inside and get you dried off.”

“No.” Maria shook her head. “I’m not ready yet. Let’s just sit here.”

Kyle did not answer but pulled her closer and kissed her head tenderly. After several minutes of silence, she finally spoke.

“I’m scared for Michael.”

“Why?”

“Tess knew too much for that article. She’s been snooping, digging for any little thing on us. I can’t tell you what she may be thinking. She hates Liz and me so much, she might do just about anything to ruin our lives. This could be a way to lure him away from us and …I don’t know…hurt him.”

“Maria. Michael is a big boy. He c