Beneath the Palisade (29 page)

“This is a prefab house?”

“Yes, isn’t it amazing?”

Together they hunkered over the photos. He couldn’t believe it. The home was beautiful.

“I love you, Harper Callahan. You’re rich, clever, and when I get those clothes off you like I’m about to do in a second, you’re all mine. And you know why that is?”

“I’m all ears.” Harper giggled.

“Because”—Ian stood and hovered over his man—“I’m the
master
!”

“Oh God….”

Ian picked him up from the chair and carried him by the waist into the bedroom.

“No. Nooooo!” Harper hollered. “You’re a… scrappy little thing… you know that?” He was laughing so hard he could barely talk.

“Little? Hmmm, we’ll see about that.” Crashing them both onto the bed, Ian smothered him with kisses.

“Ian.” When they had settled down, Harper rested a finger on his lips to halt the kisses. “Make love to me.”

“I’d planned on it. I want you so badly, my boxers are coated with happy gel.” He’d been leaking since they’d hit the bed.

“Let me see.” Harper thrust his hand down the front of his pants. “My word.”

“Told ya.” Ian reclined.

“We’ve got to do something about that.” Harper kneaded his balls.

“We?”

“Sorry, I forgot you’re the
master
.
Here, let me service you properly, Master Ian.”

Ian watched Harper undress him, beginning with his shoes and socks. Crawling back onto the bed, Harper cupped his hand behind Ian’s neck, raising him gently until their lips met for a passionate kiss.

Ian felt himself harden in anticipation. His shirt came off next. Harper tossed it over his shoulder. Naked from the waist up, he was gently pushed back onto the pillow. To his delight, a tongue traced around and over his nipples.

“Oh God, yes, bite ’em, hon. Bite my nips.” Ian arched his chest. Harper responded as requested, nibbling on each nip until he purred with pleasure.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Oh yeah, harder, harder!”

Harper bit down, holding each tender nipple between his teeth until Ian begged for release, pounding the bed with his fists. Harper finally relented, gliding his tongue down Ian’s stomach, making lazy circles around his navel.

“You’re driving me crazy. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve
never
been fucked before, Mr. Callahan.”

Unbuttoning his jeans, his handsome partner knelt on the edge of the bed and pulled them off in one fluid move, exposing his wet, stained boxers.

Making a move for his own crotch, his hand was slapped away and replaced by Harper’s mouth. “That wasn’t niceeee… oh yeah… oh yeah… that’s it.” His trapped cock was being sucked through the thin cotton fabric. He throbbed where teeth held him captive. “I’m so….” Before he could finish his sentence, his boxers were whisked off and his cock shoved deep down his lover’s warm throat.

“Fuckin’ yes! Yes! Yes!”

He could hear himself pant. He could feel his prick pulsate, begging for attention. Seconds later, Harper backed him out of his throat until the head of his dick was squeezed tight by lip-covered teeth. Lifting himself off the pillow, his eyes locked with his devilish sex slave. “Please don’t bite it off.”

Harper’s tongue circled his cockhead. Turning dry, the tongue scraped over and over his scar. He squirmed, attempting to manage the powerful sensations rocketing through his body. “Please take me deep. Take me deep, I can’t stand it any longer. You’re driving me crazy.”

He gasped when he was suddenly throated to the root. Placing a warm palm on his hard stomach, Harper bobbed up and down on his rock-hard shaft until it was sloppy wet.

“Babe, I’m so hot for you.” Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, he reached for his lover and gently pulled him off. “You’re amazing.”

“I love pleasuring you.” Harper crawled on top of him for a kiss.

“It’s my turn.” Ian scooted up from under and stood by the edge of the bed. “You want my Tina Turner?”

“Not sure, but probably.” Harper’s laugh was spiced with innocence.

“The Tina Turner starts out nice and easy, and then we finish it rough.”

“Oh, Daddy, bring it on.”

Ian wasted no time removing Harper’s clothes. He was dripping with anticipation, and despite the wonderful foreplay he’d just been treated to, servicing his partner in the same loving, leisurely way just wasn’t going to happen.
I need to fuck you and I need to fuck you now!

“Ian, I can’t wait any longer. Fuck me.”

Thank you, penis god!

“I can’t wait to feel you deep inside.”

Ian grabbed Harper by the feet and dragged him down until his ass was on the edge of the bed. Placing his feet up on his shoulders, Ian took Harper’s dick in his hand while painting his partner’s tender ring in preparation for
the biggest fucking hard-on I’ve sported in my entire fucking life!

Unable to hold back another second, Ian leaned forward and planted his dripping cock at the center of the target. “Don’t worry. I’m still in gentle Tina mode.” Leaning into his handsome partner, he broke the seal, stopping after the engorged head of his dick had disappeared. “How’re you doin’?” He looked down and smiled.

Harper gripped Ian’s powerful arms until his body relaxed. After a few steady breaths, he smiled back. “I’m ready for more.”

Locking eyes, Ian pushed again, sliding deeper until he could go no further. “I’m going to make this one memorable.” He leaned forward until their lips met. His cock throbbed, nagging him to pick up the pace.

“You’re the greatest thing that will ever happen to me.” Harper stroked his chest.

Their tongues melded and twisted until passion won over and the kiss intensified. Ian pumped with deliberate thrusts, almost completely removing his dick and then shoving it all the way back in. The expression on Harper’s face told him everything he needed to know. He could tell when his plump head with its flared scar scraped across his sensitive gland, sending waves of ecstasy raging through his lover. He rocked his body from side to side, continuing to monitor its effect.

He pumped harder, faster. Harper pounded and slapped his arms in response. “I’m so hot for you, baby.” Ian threw back his head, savoring the sensations from the friction on his swollen cockhead as it moved up and down Harper’s warm, tight chute. As the pace increased, juices flowed freely, and he began to glide effortlessly in and out.

“Harder, Ian. I’m ready for rough Tina.”

“Wrap your legs around my waist, babe.” Without completely pulling out, Ian waited until Harper had them linked snugly. Placing his hands under his partner’s back, he lifted him off the bed.

Laughing madly, Ian spun him around the room. When he’d made a complete circle, he marched them into the kitchen and deposited his man on the kitchen table.

“It’s cold.” Harper winced.

“It won’t be for long.” Unwrapping Harper’s legs, Ian pushed them back as far as they could go. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce to you Rough Tina!” He slammed his dick in hard.

Harper gasped, shaking his head back and forth.

Ian pulled out and slammed back in again and again. He increased his effort until his balls slapped the round, pert ass he penetrated. Holding nothing back, he increased his assault, causing Harper to moan and whimper. The table jumped across the floor until it crashed against the refrigerator.

Pausing long enough to coat his hand with Harper’s precum, he took his mate’s cock in one hand, pushed his leg back with the other, and banged with newfound enthusiasm.

Harper thrashed and pounded the table with his fists, his head scrunched against the door of the fridge. Ian pummeled his ass relentlessly. Their naked bodies glistened with sweat from head to toe.

“Oh God, I’m getting close,” Ian hollered, jacking Harper’s rock-hard shaft furiously.

“Ian… Ian… oh fuck….” Harper gripped the table on both sides.

“Oh, baby, I’m going to fill you up. I’m….” Ian steadied his stance; he was there. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” he roared, squirting his load deep.

“Holy shit!” Harper’s cock exploded, sending jets of thick white cum high into the air.

Ian slowed his thrusts, his body rocked to its core as he milked himself dry.

Harper ripped Ian’s hand off his cock. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Still buried deep, Ian collapsed on top of his lover, spent and panting. “How’d that work out for you?” he asked between breaths.

“Your… Tina…. It was spot on.”

“
C
OME
along, sissy pants.” Ian had reached the clearing and stood with his arms folded, waiting for Harper to catch up.

“I’ll give you sissy pants.” Harper swatted away a bank of spider webbing he had managed to walk through. “Oh, not sure you noticed, but there were a whole bunch of snakes back there.”

“No there wasn’t. You’re just trying to scare me.”

“I thought you were the
master
.” Harper laughed when he’d reached the clearing.

“I am the
master
. Don’t you forget it. How much further do you want to walk?”

Harper glanced around to get his bearings. “I think this could work, right here. What do you think?”

“You’re thinking the house sits right about here?” Ian turned in a three sixty.

“Yeah. What is this, southeast we’re facing? We’d have the morning sunrise, and the hot afternoon sun would be on the back of the house where we position the driveway and garage. How does that sound?” Harper took delight in watching Ian scope out the property. A mere twenty-four hours earlier, he’d been charged to live in the tiny little apartment.
What a trouper.
Now the floodgates had been opened. The sky was the limit. It was important he let Ian make the decision here. There’d already been a few signs of insecurity regarding Harper’s substantial wealth. This had to be a collaborative effort. He didn’t want to come off as being the one who had the final say in how things should go because he was the one footing the bill.

“Harp, that’s what I think too. We don’t want any of this great view compromised by a car or a garage. Hey, what do you think about a large screened-in porch? Wouldn’t it be nice to sit out here in the middle of the woods at night with nature all around us and not get eaten alive?”

“Oh, I really love that idea. Ian, not that I want to start downing trees left and right, but the view to the lake, I’m kind of thinking I’d like it to be more open.”

“I’m with you on that one too.”

Harper wasn’t sure how sensitive his partner would be when it came to saying goodbye to majestic pines and birch to make way for a house. The property was too wooded. They would have to clear a spot but, if they planned it right, only give up what they had to. “Let’s go into town and have some breakfast. We can pick up some supplies at Pamida and come back here and mark off where we want the house to sit before we head back home.”

“How in the hell can they get an entire home back in here?” Ian asked, doubtful.

“I did some research on the web. They require about thirty-five feet on one side of the foundation for the crane to lift the sections of house into place. It sucks to lose more trees, but it’s the only way this will work.”

“I hate to see them go, but hon, we’ve got plenty of trees around here. I don’t think we’ll miss a few more. What do we do, call them up and order a house?” Ian laughed. “This is crazy, Harp. Fun crazy.”

“We have to draw up a rough floor plan. When we have that, then we make an appointment and go in and try to fit our plan into theirs. From there, it’s kind of like planning to have any house built. You pick out fixtures, appliances, everything. The only difference is it’s built indoors and then moved in chunks to here. I figure while you’re working on your garden plans this winter, I can work on the house. We can share our ideas as we go.”

“This has to cost a fortune. I know what you’re going to say, but still.”

“Ian, I’m told it will cost less per square foot than a home built on site. I promise you, that’s what I’ve read on the Internet. What do you think? Should we start working on a floor plan?”

“Yeah, okay.” Ian laughed. “It probably wouldn’t have been the best, but I’d have survived a winter in the apartment with you.”

“I know that. I need food.”

Ian started back toward the cabins. “You were kidding about the snakes, right?”

T
HE
Lip Smacker did a respectable breakfast business. Most of the tables were full, and the ones that weren’t hadn’t been cleaned off yet. They waited by the sign instructing a hostess would seat them.

“Eggs Benedict. That’s what I’m thinking.” Harper looked over to Ian for a comment.

“That could work. The meat skillet thing is good too. With maybe a pancake. Hey, is that Alex back there sitting in the booth with those cops?” Ian stepped over to get a better look.

“What? Where?” He looked over Ian’s shoulder. It was. Alex looked like shit. “Oh God, I hope the kid didn’t get himself into trouble.”

“Good morning, boys. Give me just a minute and I’ll have a table cleared for you.” Audrey looked like shit too.

“Oh, we’re in no hurry, Audrey.” He came close to asking if everything was all right but held back.

He and Ian moved over to the door while a couple paid their tab. When they turned to leave, Ian’s curiosity got the best of him and he made his move. “Audrey, everything okay with Alex?”

“Honestly, no, it’s not. He’s had a terrible thing happen. Let me get your table ready.”

Ian looked over and frowned. “Doesn’t sound good.”

Harper was curious to find out what was going down. If Alex was in some kind of trouble and needed legal assistance, Harper would be more than happy to help the kid if he could.

“Okay, follow me.” Audrey led them over to a table in the middle of the dining room.

“Audrey, I don’t mean to be nosey, but if Alex is in some kind of trouble with the law, I’m an attorney, and maybe I can help him out.”

“Well, I just lost a bet.” Audrey placed the menus down in front of them. “I had you pegged for a teacher. You just kind of looked like one. Silly me, I don’t know why I think the things I do.”