Without hesitation, Brandon looked up at Ethan and nodded, eager but in control. He started by licking under Ethan's shaft, pleasuring his sensation as Ethan’s dick rested across his face. Reaching the head, he parted his lips and placed Ethan's cock between them, sucking gently. Ethan's eyes rolled back and closed, a clear sign of his enjoyment.Ethan raked his hands down Brandon's back, and like a cat, Brandon arched his ass into the air, eagerly inviting Ethan to put his fingers back into his hole. Ethan licked his fingers for lube, then slid two middle fingers back inside Brandon, pushing in. Brandon whimpered in pleasure, the vibrations of his moans traveling along Ethan's cock as Brandon slid his mouth further down the shaft."Fuck yeah," Ethan groaned. "That's it. Suck my dick." Brandon pulled back, stroking Ethan's shaft as he caught his breath. "Is that good, sir?" Brandon asked."Yes," Ethan grunted. "Keep sucking." He grabbed the back of Brandon’s head and pushed him back d
Brandon lay on his back after pulling the plug out. He toyed with his ass, keeping a few fingers inside, eagerly staring at Ethan as he got on his knees, jerking his dick. Ethan grabbed Brandon’s thighs and lifted them up, leaving his asshole exposed and ready.Ethan pressed the head of his cock against Brandon’s hole. Brandon looked down at it, panting, rock hard in anticipation. Ethan pushed his cock inside. Brandon reared his head back and grabbed onto the sheets, precum globs falling from his cock, pulsing as Ethan entered him, his asshole squeezing around Ethan’s shaft like a hot hug."Fuck!" Brandon moaned. "Yes. Fuck me, sir."Ethan slid halfway into Brandon, slowly pulling out, then pushing back in. He kept it halfway so as not to hurt Brandon, mindful that his huge cock could cause pain. Ethan lowered his body over Brandon, keeping his weight off of him, arms supporting himself. Brandon’s legs wrapped around Ethan’s hips, hands grabbing Ethan’s face to kiss him. Ethan allowed
Brandon had just finished freshening up, he stood before the mirror, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. His eyes traced the minor grazes on his body, showing how close he'd come to disaster. A shiver ran through him as he contemplated how differently things could have ended, leaving Britney alone in the world. But from that near-tragedy had sprung something unexpected and wonderful: his relationship with Ethan.They were official now. The man he had yearned for was finally his. The future stretched before them, uncharted and thrilling. Brandon knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to show Ethan a love that transcended the scars of his past. He wanted to prove that love could be more than what Ethan had known before.Shaking off his reverie, Brandon smiled at his reflection. Tonight was perfect. He had his sister safe and his man by his side. What more could he ask for?As he slipped on his pajamas, a commotion from the living room caught his attention. Frowning, he hu
Ethan by Brandon’s side as he recuperated. They had settled into a pattern for their activities: intimacy, Ethan working while Brandon rested, Britney preparing or ordering meals, and then the three of them catching up. This was the closest to normalcy Ethan had ever felt—no worries, feeling seen and heard, and laughing freely. He had never experienced this with his family life, which had always felt like a battleground where he had to be careful not to step on a landmine.He also had a proper tour of the apartment appreciating and condemning Brandon’s good and awful interior design choices."How can one have a great and horrible taste?" he had questioned himself at one point.Lornado kept his distance from Britney because Ethan would barbecue him if he noticed anything unusual. Brandon glowed with happiness and it gladdened Britney's heart. Nothing was certain, but while it lasted, she wanted her brother to feel the most loved.When Britney heard about the confrontation with Penelope
Britney was running late for her classes, hurriedly sliding into her new car. Just as she was about to drive off, Lornado appeared, tapping on the window. She rolled it down, meeting his unamused expression."We're coming with you. Didn't you hear the instructions?" he scolded, his tone brooking no argument.Britney sighed, a little annoyed. "I'm going to school. This will bring so much unwanted attention. My school is secure. I don't need the drama.""Move to the passenger seat," Lornado ordered, his voice authoritative. He then turned to brief the rest of the security team. "Carter, the three guard from my unit will watch the house. I'll drive her to school and back. I can handle things there."Carter nodded. "Sounds reasonable. I'll be driving Mr. Daniel with Leon and Caleb," he said, gesturing to two burly men nearby.Lornado continued, "The rest of you - Jake, Marcus, Damon, and Ryder - stay here. We'll switch shifts when we return."A chorus of "Yes, sir" echoed from the team.A
"This is Jacob Ford," came the reply, warm and filled with concern. "Massimo and I heard about the ugly incident. Are you okay?"Brandon leaned back into the leather seat, the unrest in his shoulders easing slightly. "Yes, Jacob. I'm fine. Thank you so much for reaching out. How are you guys?""Same old, same old. Massimo is being an old nagging and exhausting boyfriend. He's stressing me out. I need to go shopping to relish this stress."Brandon chuckled softly, appreciating the levity Jacob brought. "Go for it.""I know right. But, Brandon, who would want to hurt you so bad? Are you in the hospital? Has Ethan taken care of the situation?" Jacob’s voice, though light-hearted, carried genuine worry as he fired one question after another.Brandon stared out at the blur of the city, his reflection merging with the bustling streets outside. "I honestly can't think who I'm worthy of their time and resources to have gotten attacked in such a manner. No, I'm not in the hospital. I left beca
The moment Brandon stepped into the office, his mind was locked on finding Ethan. But as soon as he entered, his intentions were thwarted by a crowd of concerned coworkers, led Becky. Since the incident, Brandon hasn't been to work and that got some of his colleagues worried as they had little access reaching him."What are you doing back at work?" Becky asked as soon as they got a moment. "You should be somewhere far away, resting on a beach, not here in the middle of this storm."Brandon chuckled, remembering Jacob's similar advice that morning. "I’m fine, Becks," he assured her with a warm smile, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead before pulling her into a comforting hug.Becky stayed close as he gently dismissed the well-meaning but overwhelming attention of other colleagues who crowded around him. "Where’s Mr. Asher?" he asked as they made their way to his office floor."He's been in back-to-back meetings all morning," Becky replied, her voice tinged with fatigue. "I had to b
Henry Cole was sixty-five, showing the demeanor of someone who had seen it all and had no time for trivialities. His graying hair was meticulously combed back, his tailored suit was impeccable, and his wire-rimmed glasses perched sternly on the bridge of his nose, making him look both scary and unreadable. Years of experience lined his face, but there was also a sharpness in his eyes that suggested a man who brooked no nonsense.Brandon knocked gently on the door and was promptly ushered in. Henry was seated behind his desk, surrounded by neatly stacked files and several screens displaying complex data streams. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked up from his work.“What is it?” Henry’s voice was brusque, a man not used to having his time wasted.Brandon stepped forward, holding Henry’s gaze. “I’ve been going through the reports, and I noticed some errors. There are inconsistencies in the data that don’t quite add up.”Henry’s expression darkened instantly. “Errors?” he repeated. “
Christmas...The warmth of the fireplace filled the room, the crackling of the flames blending with the soft hum of Christmas carols playing in the background. The Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner, its branches covered in twinkling lights and delicate ornaments that shimmered in the soft glow. Outside, snow fell gently, blanketing the world in a peaceful white. Inside, the laughter of family could be heard through the house, filling every corner with love and joy.Around the large dining table, everyone was gathered. Nana, looking radiant and content, cradled one of her twin boys in her arms while the other rested peacefully in a bassinet nearby. She'd given birth two weeks ago and everyone has been supportive.Her recovery over the past few months had been nothing short of miraculous, and the glow on her face was proof of the happiness she had found. She and Brandon had grown close, their bond deepening as they shared stories and leaned on each other through the ups and dow
A WEEK LATER...The sky was painted in shades of soft blues and blush pinks, with the occasional puff of cloud dotting the horizon. Birds soared high, their wings glinting in the sunlight, as if celebrating alongside the hundreds of guests below. There was something in the air—something gentle and full of love, as though the universe itself was smiling down on this day. The slow ringing of bells hummed throughout the city, the sound weaving its way through the streets and gardens where the wedding was about to take place.The garden itself was like something out of a fairytale. A vast space covered in greenery, with towering trees draped in delicate white flowers. Tiny twinkling lights were strung between the branches, looking magical. The path leading to the altar was lined with blooming roses in every color imaginable, reds and whites swirling together like a painter’s masterpiece. Chandeliers hung from the arches, their crystals catching the sun, reflecting rainbows onto the guests
They made it through every storm, and now, they would live to love and cherish.*****With Aldo's help and Ethan’s connections, it didn’t take long to find Nana. Ethan and Brandon were stepping out of the car, breathing in the damp, cold air of Ireland as they looked at the modest house ahead. Ethan already disliked the neighbourhood. He hadn’t seen his sister in years, and he wasn’t sure how he’d react. He squeezed Brandon’s hand, a nervous energy running through him.Brandon, ever the optimist, linked arms with him and smiled. “We’ll handle this together,” he whispered.The porch creaked beneath their feet as they walked up to the door. Ethan raised his hand, knocking with a hesitation he wasn’t used to feeling. A few moments passed, and finally, the door creaked open.“Na—” The name caught in Ethan’s throat. The woman standing before him, her body hunched as if she'd age five times more. She barely resembled the sister he once knew. But her eyes—those distinct, beautiful blue eyes
Collins stood in front of Brandon, his smile warm, though his eyes held scars and sadness of years lost. His suit, while simple, fit him perfectly, and despite everything he had been through, he looked healthier, more at ease than Brandon had seen in years. There was something peaceful about him now—a quietness that only comes with closure.“He’s just trying to be nice,” Collins said, grinning at Brandon. “But I’ll tell you, your man really went all out to find me. Ethan had me tracked down, got me out of that mess I was in. Then he hired one of the best lawyers in the country. We’re still working on clearing my record entirely, but it’s in motion.”Brandon looked at Ethan, his heart filled with gratitude. He had known Ethan was working behind the scenes to find his father, but he hadn’t realized the lengths Ethan had gone to. It was overwhelming, this outpouring of love, this commitment to not just him but his family.“I... I don’t know what to say,” Brandon whispered, his voice catc
One moth later...A month had passed, and the world outside felt a little less dangerous. The sun hung high in the sky, its warmth spilling over the quiet garden outside Ethan's home. The smell of fresh herbs filling the air, and the birds sang in the trees, oblivious to the trials that had brought Brandon and Ethan to this moment. Inside the house, you could perceive the scent of warm bread and sizzling bacon, the morning routine continuing as usual.Brandon stood in the kitchen, setting out breakfast with careful hands, his mind only half-focused on the task. His heart, though, had never been more full. He glanced toward the living room where Ethan sat, propped up on the couch, still pale but improving with every day. There was color in his cheeks now, though he was often feverish, and his wound—a constant source of worry—had gotten infected twice in the past few weeks. But with a team of specialists and round-the-clock care, Ethan was healing.In the beginning, it had been terrifyi
In the midst of the chaos, a strong hand suddenly grabbed Elizabeth’s arm, yanking her away from the crane’s remote. The container stopped just inches above the crumpled car, leaving Brandon shaken but still alive. His breaths were ragged, his body trembling with fear. He would never forget surviving this near-death experienceEthan’s knees buckled beneath him, the adrenaline fading as the blood loss caught up. He exhaled sharply, fighting to stay conscious, but the world was spinning. Strong arms caught him before he collapsed completely, and through his fading vision, he saw Carter’s worried face hovering above him."We got here just in time," Carter said, his voice calm but his eyes filled with concern. "Hang on, Ethan."Ethan’s voice was faint. "Brandon… is he okay?"Carter nodded, glancing toward the car where medics were pulling Brandon out. "He’s fine. You saved him."Ethan closed his eyes for a moment, the exhaustion too much for him to handle. He had fought with everything he
Noah’s expression darkened. "She found out about my real business—human trafficking, organ harvesting. She was going to expose me. And yes, I killed her with my own hands. She wasn’t afraid of me. She loved you more than she ever loved me." His voice took on a cold edge. "So I made her pay for it."Grief and anger choked Ethan. "She was five months pregnant, Noah. Pregnant with your son. She was everything I ever wanted in a mother, and you took her from me.""I can have as many children as I want, Ethan. But if I were caught, my business, my reputation—everything I built would be gone. I won’t be taken down because of some woman."Brandon, from the crushed remains of his hope, couldn’t stay silent. "It’s always been about you, hasn’t it, Noah? Your ego. Your reputation. You destroyed my family and yours because all you care about is power.""Shut your mouth, bitch," Elizabeth snapped, slapping him hard across the face. "You know nothing about power."Ethan, his voice hoarse from the
Ethan’s fist landed with brutal precision, sinking into Ethan’s stomach. Ethan doubled over in pain, gasping as he felt the burn spread through his abdomen. His hand instinctively flew to the spot, feeling the sting of fresh blood where the wound was."You son of a bitch," Ethan spat between ragged breaths, his eyes burning with defiance.Noah, towering over him with a twisted smirk, gripped Ethan’s jaw, forcing him to look up. "How dare you call me mad, you son of a whore? A mere slave," Noah growled, tightening his hold.Ethan laughed bitterly, the sound more of a wince than amusement. "I see you’ve gone mentally unstable too, father," he mocked. "How am I the son of a slave? Last I checked, you were just a sperm donor. And as for being a slave, well, maybe to your greed, your adultery, and your lies."Noah’s eyes flared, and his grip on Ethan’s jaw tightened, making it difficult for him to speak. "I made you," Noah hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "And I’ll break you.""You’v
Ethan staggered forward, his hand pressed against his stomach, trying to stanch the bleeding. Outside, it began to rain.His breath came in ragged bursts as he pushed through the sheets of rain that poured down on him. Brandon was just ahead, darkness in the storm, sprinting as though he could outrun everything crushing him from behind."Brandon, wait!" Ethan’s voice was hoarse, almost swallowed by the roaring wind and rolling thunder. Each step sent a fresh jolt of pain through his body, but he kept moving, forcing himself onward. He had to catch him.Brandon didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. His feet pounded against the pavement, faster and faster, as if the rain pouring over his face was washing away the memories—the lies, the betrayal, all of it. His chest burned, and his heart screamed louder than the storm, but he couldn’t stop now. He wouldn’t.Ethan’s words cut through the rain. "I didn’t kill anyone, Brandon!" His voice broke, desperate.Brandon spun around, his face twis