Sheriff’s Secret Page 8

  “He’s in high school,” I mutter. “Who kicks their kid out in high school?”

  “Apparently Mayor Bell does,” he snaps, bitterness in his tone. “Why do you care?”

  “Because, for one, I don’t think he’s one hundred percent at fault here. Callan has been going through some emotional shit since the move. Whether or not he provoked this is to be determined, but I know my brother. He lashes out when he’s upset.” I step closer to Jax, hating how easy he is to look at. “Does Zak have a safe place to go?”

  Jax softens at my words, his brown eyes studying me like he doesn’t know what to make of me. “With me. I have a house over by Caper Beach. Zak’s been headed this way for a few months. I’ve been anticipating it, which is why I’ve recently furnished the garage apartment. He’ll be safe. A pain in my ass, but safe.”

  “Need any help moving his things?”

  Jax snorts. “No.”

  “I’m being serious,” I retort with a chuckle. “It might be a fitting punishment for Callan to help the kid whose life he helped upend.”

  “That’s kind of cruel, right?” he asks, his brown eyes glimmering.

  “Hell yeah. Definitely not the typical parenting way, but Callan has lack of options. I’m it for him. Mean big brother has to lay down the law.” I shrug and flash him a clandestine grin. “Who better than to help me do that than the sheriff of this town.”

  “Zak will be mortified.” He smirks. “Fine. Follow us over to Mom and Dad’s.”

  “And if we really want to terrorize them, we could have dinner together after.”

  I try not to read too much into my suggestion. It’s not a date. I’m helping my brother be a little more responsible for his actions and maybe come out with a friend by the end of it. That’s all.

  “Dinner?” Jax eyes me warily. “What’s your play here, Dante?”

  “To fuck with our brothers,” I say, holding my hands up in defense. “I promise it’s not some trick to get you into bed with me.”

  His cheeks burn red and he looks down at his feet. “We already know you don’t have to go through great lengths to get that to happen.” He shoots me a nervous look. “I can’t…he doesn’t know about me.”

  Stepping closer, I bring my mouth to his ear. “I’m not ratting you out, Jax. If you want to play naughty games in your closet together later, I’m down. All you have to do is ask.”

  He lets out a rush of breath, clouding the air around us. “Thank you for not saying anything.”

  I take note he doesn’t acknowledge the rest.

  “You’re welcome.” I glance down at the way his dick strains in his jeans. “Tell your cock I miss him too.”

  He shoots me the bird, unable to fight a grin. “You’re a real asshole, Dante Kincaid.”

  “The realest asshole you’ll ever know.”

  Jaxson

  Zak scowls from the passenger seat, unable to look my way. When Brandon Hayworth called me stating neither of my parents answered his call, I was secretly thankful I’d been the one to come after him. Mom and Dad are at their wits’ end with my youngest brother. It would have been the talk of the town because Dad would have exploded, reminding Zak that he’d fucked up his only chance left.

  What I didn’t expect was to run into Dante.

  I hate that my dick still throbs from moments earlier. So easily that man riles me up. At first it pissed me off, but after this afternoon, I’m not feeling pissed. I’m feeling an almost kinship toward him. He knows my secret. We also both have troubled little brothers, it would seem. Never would I have thought I could connect with Dante about anything, but his concern for my brother poked inside my chest in an unexpected way.

  “You know you’re coming to live with me, right?” I ask, shooting him a questioning look. “I wouldn’t let them put you out on the streets.”

  His tense body relaxes and he fiddles with the zipper on his coat. “I’ll just be a bother to you too.”

  “You’ve been bothering me since you were born,” I tease. “Why should I expect anything less?”

  He smirks at me. “Thanks, Jax. And, for what it’s worth, I didn’t call him a fairy.”

  “I didn’t think you would,” I offer. “It’s a mistake. Don’t worry about it.”

  “Other kids make fun of him. Because he’s…soft. Yesterday, everyone was talking because he was wearing eyeliner. But I thought it was cool that he was from New York and just owned who he was, you know?”

  His story reminds me of Kian. How brave and bold he was. Still is, in fact.

  “It’s admirable,” I agree. “So why did he think it was you?”

  “I don’t know,” he grouses. “I was leaned up against a locker close to his, bullshitting with Cameron. We weren’t even looking at him or talking to him. He opened his locker, cursed, and then slammed it shut. Our eyes met and he flew at me.”

  “He hit you?”

  “No, he shoved me. And because he’s not a big guy, I didn’t budge. Cameron and I both laughed because I honestly didn’t know what the hell his problem was. He shoved me again and it pissed me off. I pushed him off me, but he fell to the ground.”

  I wince because Zak is built like me. Solid and strong. Years of playing both football and baseball will do that to you.

  “Did he get hurt?” I ask.

  “No, he went fucking crazy. When I walked away, he lunged at me again, this time jumping on my back. I was trying to shake him off when the teacher broke us apart.”

  “Sounds like you need to talk to him once he’s cooled off. Figure out what set him off,” I suggest. “He’s new, so I don’t know if he even has any friends yet.”

  “He won’t talk to me,” Zak grumbles.

  “Well, he’ll have to since he’s helping to pack your shit and moving it today.”

  Zak’s eyes widen comically. “What?”

  “They’re following us to Mom and Dad’s.” I shoot him a mean big brother grin. “And then having dinner after.”

  He groans, running his fingers through his hair. “Unbelievable.”

  “Believe it, little bro. I want you to make nice with him.”

  “So you can bone his brother?”

  Ice surges into my veins, freezing me in place. Thank fuck I’m stopped at a red light. I swallow, trying to formulate words. “I, uh, what the hell, Zak?”

  “I’m just fucking with you,” Zak throws back. “Damn. Defensive much?”

  Ignoring him, I drive the rest of the way, my mind a mess. Am I that transparent? Can my own brother tell how much Dante affects me?

  Guys.

  Not Dante.

  But that’s a damn lie. I can appreciate a good-looking guy, but no one gets under my skin and makes a mess of my mind like Dante Kincaid has done in the past two days.

  “Sorry,” Zak mutters when we pull into the driveway. “Apparently I shouldn’t ever open my fucking mouth.”

  I grab his arm before he climbs out. “No. It’s fine. I just thought it was a strange conclusion.”

  “Not that strange,” Zak says, his brown eyes narrowing. “Callan’s brother is hot.”

  He exits the vehicle, leaving my brain swimming with questions.

  Zak thinks Dante is hot?

  And he felt safe enough to share that with me?

  Does my brother like guys?

  I’m still trying to figure out what the hell just happened when someone taps on my window. The hot guy in question smirks at me. Damn it if my dick doesn’t jolt in excitement from seeing his full, pink lips. I try to not make eye contact as he opens the door and I climb out. My gaze skims over to Callan and Zak, who both wear matching scowls, clearly uncomfortable as hell with the situation we’ve put them in.

  “Ready?” Dante asks, his brow lifted in question.

  His loaded gaze tells me he’s asking for a lot more than moving my brother.

  “Not really,” I grumble. “But I’m trying.”

  Both his brows hike up. Okay, so we’re definitely talking
about more. The moment his eyes heat as he rakes his stare down my front, I feel like I might melt in my parents’ front yard despite the arctic air.

  “Don’t worry, Sheriff,” he assures me with a wink. “I have a little experience here. I’ve got your back.”

  And damn if I don’t imagine something altogether filthy.

  I am so fucked with this man.

  So fucked.

  Turns out, Dante is actually cool when he’s not fucking with me. A little too cool. Zak, who I’m still trying to figure out what the hell his comment meant earlier, seems quite taken with him. I’m beginning to realize the comment was more about him admitting something to me than calling me out on my own sexuality. If Dante notices Zak crushing on him, he doesn’t let on. Callan has finally come out of his angry shell a bit to poke fun at his brother any time he thinks he needs being brought down a few pegs.

  “Remember that time you wrecked Dad’s car?” Callan asks once we sit down to have dinner around my kitchen table.

  “It was one time,” Dante grumbles. “And it was snowing.”

  “I was little, but I remember Dad was so pissed.” Callan chuckles. “You weren’t even living at home and he still grounded you.”

  We all laugh as Dante shakes his head. When Dante turns the tables to tell a story about Callan, I allow myself like Zak so apparently does, to appreciate the hot guy with a surprising sense of humor. Callan and Dante rib each other endlessly. It’s a sweet dynamic between the two of them. Something I admit I’m surprised at seeing.

  Dante is a catch, no doubt.

  Hot, confident, rich, funny.

  His body is fucking sinful being the devil and all.

  Bitterness takes root in my belly as I realize I’ll never have something like that. Not Kian. Not Dante. No one. I’ll end up settling with some girl, making it work because I have to, and having a couple of kids. Divorce will be certain, but as long as my mother gets her grandkids from me, she won’t care.

  My other two—straight—brothers, one of which actually did produce grandchildren for her, don’t count because they left the Bell family the moment they could. She’s set on her eldest being the one to make all her dreams come true.

  “Did you really think you could make my place look cooler?” Zak asks Callan, being a big man and throwing this kid a bone.

  Callan perks up, surprise in his gaze. “Yeah, man. I’m going to college for architectural design. It’s literally the thing I’m best at. Jarrett, the crazy motherfucker at the antique store, said he’d hook me up with a discount if I ever…” He trails off. “I mean, whatever. Sure.”

  Dante rolls his eyes at Callan’s attempt to be cool, which makes me smile.

  “Better than asking for Jax’s help,” Zak teases me. “Have you seen this place?”

  I wince, suddenly embarrassed at my lack of décor. “Yeah, I’m working on it. I’m going to have to take Addison up on her offer.”

  “Better hurry before we rope you into helping with the dishes,” Dante says with an evil smirk.

  Both boys scramble from the table and disappear out the back door. Ox, having been disturbed on the back patio, comes through the doggie door and slumps to the floor, his tongue hanging out.

  “Why do I feel like you ran them off to be alone with me?” I blurt out, my neck burning hot.

  Dante studies me for a long moment, making my blood heat with each passing second. “Because I ran them off to be alone with you.”

  “You’re ridiculous,” I grumble, unable to keep from smiling. I grab up some plates and carry them into the kitchen. I’m just setting them in the sink when I feel his warmth at my back. “What are you doing?”

  “Nothing,” he says, his tone innocent as he sets a plate into the sink, his hard dick pressing into my ass when he does it. “Would you like for me to be doing something? Perhaps show me a secret something inside your closet? You know I’m good with secrets.”

  My cock has been at half-mast having to look at his stupidly sexy face all night. Now, it’s aching and throbbing. “Dante…”

  “Yeah, me too, Sheriff. I was just wondering how I went from hating your guts this morning to wanting to rip your clothes off by dinner.” He runs his nose along the side of my neck, his mouth stopping near my ear. “Want me to suck your dick again?”

  Fuck. Me.

  I groan, trying to find the words that say this is a bad idea. None come out.

  “You know I’m not doing shit until you ask for it, Jax. I’m not a needy boy who wants you to stand at a podium and claim me in front of the whole town.” His hands grip my hips and then one hand slides up to my pectoral muscle, teasing the nipple through my shirt. “I can be discreet. Quiet even.” He licks my ear, making me suck in a sharp breath. “Though I can’t promise you’ll be able to keep from whimpering my name like a prayer.”

  God, he’s so arrogant, but it heats my blood to unhealthy levels and makes me horny as fuck.

  “I, uh, you’re serious? About the secret thing?”

  He stills, no longer teasing my nipple. “I’m not a liar.”

  “I’m just…” I close my eyes, leaning my head to the side, enjoying the way my head rests against his. “Scared, I think.”

  “Must be hard for the tough sheriff to admit that,” he rumbles, his voice serious. “Contrary to whatever you’ve conjured up in your mind, I’m not a douchebag. I take care of my lovers.”

  Lovers?

  Fuck.

  Secret lovers like with Kian.

  My heart aches with longing. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched and adored like I crave. By a man. The idea of getting naked with Dante is almost enough to have me blowing my load right here.

  “Our brothers…” I murmur.

  “We can be quick. Say the words.”

  I bravely cover his hand over my pec muscle and squeeze it. “I want us to both get off this time.”

  He pulls away from me and smacks my ass like I’m his bitch. “Hell yeah. Show me to the nearest closet.”

  I shoot him the bird, but I’m grinning like an idiot. My dick is eager and my heart is hammering in my chest. Holy shit. I’m about to hook up with Dante again and neither of us is drunk.

  Quickly, I rush through the house on a mission to my bedroom. As soon as I shut the door, he’s on me, his lips crashing to mine. We both groan when our tongues meet. It’s an instant high. Dante Kincaid is dangerous to me, but right now, I don’t care. I just want him, consequences be damned.

  “We have to be quick,” I whisper. “They could come back any time.”

  He pulls away, flashing me a devilish grin. “Where’s your lube, Mr. Eager?”

  “Always fucking shit up with that mouth of yours.”

  “You have no idea.” He winks at me before yanking open my end table, successfully finding the lube in one try. “Oooh, this looks good.”

  My face burns hot when he holds up a gay porn mag. “It is,” I admit. “I’ve memorized every page.”

  His laugh warms and relaxes me. “One day soon, you’ll have to show me your favorite picture. I bet we can recreate it.”

  Images of my dick buried in his ass as I jack him off have me licking my lips, eager to take him up on his promise.

  Walking right up to me, he looks down at his dick that’s straining in his slacks. “Take my dick out, boy.”

  I don’t know why he calls me boy considering I’m every bit as big as him, if not bigger. I’m not that much younger than him. All I know is, deep down, I secretly like it. I’m losing my fucking mind.

  With shaking hands, I fumble at his belt. He doesn’t ridicule me. Instead, he shocks the hell out of me by caressing my neck.

  “Relax,” he utters. “It’s just us.”

  Just us.

  Dante

  His entire body loses tension as he peers at me with such unguarded vulnerability. This poor guy has denied himself what he wants with every fiber of his being. His reasons make no sense to me, but they’re still reasons.
All I can do is reassure him I can make him feel good. It’s no hardship hooking up with the sexy as hell sheriff, that’s for damn sure.

  With calmer hands, he unbuckles my belt and unfastens my slacks. I groan when he slides his strong hand into my pants and palms me over my boxers.

  Fuck.

  It’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid or even fucked around for that matter. With the move and dealing with Callan, it’s kept me busy.

  “You’re so fucking huge,” Jax marvels, sending my ego shooting through the roof. “It’s a good thing I’m not taking this up my ass.”

  I grit my teeth at his assumption that I’d bottom for him. This whole experience is new for him. Sure, he had Kian as a teenager, but there’s a whole world of his sexuality he’s yet to tap into. With time, he’ll learn it can be good to be giving or taking.

  With time?

  I chide myself for setting up a mental plan to be his teacher.

  We can hook up a few times and let him get his fill, and then I can go back to pursuing my usual type. Since Kian is clearly off the board, I can ask Cato out.

  “I said something wrong,” Jax rumbles. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

  Panic shines in his brown eyes. Like I’m going to abandon him and run for the hills. Something about the worry in his eyes settles my irritation.

  “It’s fine,” I murmur. “Pull my boxers down and lube it up.”

  He swallows audibly and then obeys my command. I pour a glob of lube into his waiting palm, hissing when he starts rubbing it into my erection.

  “Mmm,” I rasp out. “Fuck, yeah, that feels good.”

  His confidence claws its way to the surface as he jacks me off with sure movements. I reach forward and undo the button on his jeans, needing to see his big dick again. He groans, thrusting forward to give me better access.

  Eager boy.

  I smirk as I pull him out of his boxers, loving the feel of him in my grip. Once I have the lube smeared all over his thickness, I stroke him in a way that has him whimpering.

  “Get over here,” I order, grinning at him.

  Like the eager boy he is, he crashes his lips to mine, kissing me with urgency. Our hands jack each other off in a sloppy, rushed way. I decide I want us to sync up better and push his hand away from my dick as I step closer. He hisses when I grab both our dicks together. Not to be left out, he curls his hand around the other side. Together, we stroke our dicks in unison. Each needy, ragged breath he takes brings me closer and closer to the edge.