A Little Complicated (12 page)

“So good, baby. Love being inside you.”

“Only you, Ryan. Aways you,” he groaned. He started working his hips, bouncing his perfect ass up and down on my cock, meeting my thrust for thrust. The feel of his round cheeks bouncing against my hips, my balls slapping his ass and cock driving in and out of his velvety, gripping hole made me itch with orgasm. It started out a slow burn and as I pounded harder and his fucking sexy little grunts became more frequent my balls started to draw up tight.

“Oh shit, Brady it’s coming,” I whimpered. I dropped my hand from his chest to his cock and started stroking. I stood still, stroking his cock as he rode his ass back and forth on my cock.

“Fuck yes, Ryan. I’m coming. Jeez,” he hissed between clenched teeth. I
bit down into his shoulder as his hole clenched with each spasm that shot his seed warm and thick over my hands. I lifted us both up on our toes, clinging tightly and burying myself as my balls pulled up and I shot deep inside him.

We stood, holding each other, me kissing and licking where I’d bitten into his shoulder. I eased out of him, holding a hand under, mindful of errant cum. “Don’t you dare get these expensive ass suits stained, Ryan.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, giving his ass a quick smack. I grabbed my handkerchief and cleaned us up. Within moments we’d righted ourselves and he gave me a peck on the lips after helping me with my bowtie.

“Love you, Ry.”

I smiled at him, feeling the rightness of this. “Love you too. Now let’s go marry my sister off, finally, so I can catch the bouquet.”

“You’ll be running so far in the other direction it’ll make my head spin.” He was right. The idea of a ceremony had been discussed and dismissed. We’d made our vows in our own way. No way had we spent all that time apart, found each other again and intended to lose it. We’d
gotten a mortgage together and I was honorary step-Ryan so we had enough to keep us together, love and family being the most important. If it ever became legal in Georgia, we said we’d discuss it. Until then, we were content with the fact neither of us was going anywhere.

We made our way to the second floor of the ornate antebellum mansion Ellie had decided on as the venue for her wedding. I knocked on the
door where she was getting ready. Lila opened the door. She looked frazzled. She’d been left alone with my mother, the mother of the groom, two of Ellie’s coworkers and the elder Delilah. The party was obviously too much for our little tomboy to handle.

“It’s not fair,” she whined. “You’re technically Maid of Honor, you should be tortured right along with me.”

“Shame I’m a guy and had to get dressed in the other rooms.”

“Yeah. A shame,” Brady mumbled waggling his eyebrows.

Lila flicked her gaze between the two of us, clearly unimpressed. “You two are gross and you suck.”

“Where’s the bride
?”

“Bathroom at the end of the hall. Said she wanted time alone.”

I sighed and looked at my watch. Fifteen minutes. “I’ll go get her.” I walked down the hall and knocked on the door. “Ells? Open up!”

“Ryan? Thank God!” I heard the lock click and the door opened enough for her to snatch me by the hand, pulling me in the bathroom. She was still just in her slip, hair pulled down out of the bun that had taken the hair dresser two hours to pin up.

“What’s going on?” I asked, but I knew.

“Plan Free Bird is in progress.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Just go get your fucking husband.”

I did as instructed. He was confused when I told a scowling Lila to run interference. She repeated my sentiment, “Why am I not surprised?”

“None of us are, hon,” I answered honestly.

“Y’all are all horrible influences.”

I shrugged. “I’ll buy you a pony.”

“I hate you,” she said but she was smiling as she turned back to the group of women and shut the door behind her.

Brady
kept questioning me until I dragged him out, shoved him in and rolling our eyes we watched my sister shimmy down the trellis like a thirty year old Pollyanna. “Free bird?” He asked incredulously. “I thought this was hypothetical.”

“It’s Ellie,” I reminded him. He nodded solemnly, as if that answered everything. Well, I suppose it really did.

“One of these days, your sister is gonna stay with a man.”

I laughed. “As long as today you’re staying with yours I’m fine.”

“Always,” he said, kissing my temple and squeezing my hand that was resting in his. “God, why do I always get caught up in y’all’s crazy shit?”

“Cuz you love us.”

“Well at least y’all know how to keep it silly. After nine years, I s’pose I’ve had enough angst.”

I could agree with that, whole-heartedly.

We watched as Ellie tried to sneak to the car. “What the hell is she doing?” I stared at her, baffled.

“I think I’ve said before that you Borja siblings are gonna be the death of me.”

Before I could respond Ellie opened the back door of the car and dove in.

“Fly away!” She yelled in my ear. I threw the car in gear, thinking of all the things I did for my sister. I really deserve some sort of award.

“Where to, birdy?” Brady asked her.

Her eyes got wide and she looked at both of us. “Oh shit.” I looked at Brady with the same
oh shit
look.

“What?” he asked, warily.

“We didn’t think that far ahead.” I shrugged apologetically.

He
closed his eyes, head falling back on the headrest. “The death of me. You two will be the death of me.”

I turned onto the highway headed nowhere in particular, whisking my crazy sister away into the summer afternoon with my man by my side and the devil child having been sacrificed to the In-Law gods.

What?

We went back for her.

THE END

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kade Boehme is a southern boy without the charm, but all the sass. Currently residing in Seattle, he lives off of ramen noodles and too much booze.

He is the “epitomy of dorkdom”, only watching TV when Rachel Maddow or one of his sports teams is on. (That’d be Orioles, Seahwaks, Ravens, or Gators.) Most of his free time is spent dancing, arguing politics, or with his nose in a book. He is also a hardcore Britney Spears fangirl and has an addiction to glitter.

It was after writing a short story about boys who loved each other for a less than reputable adult website that he found his true calling, and hopefully a bit more class.

He hopes to write about all the romance that he personally finds himself allergic to but that others can fall in love with. He maintains that life is real and the stories should be, as well.

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