JUSTIN

I was going stir crazy. Not a good thing for me. In the past, it made me want to get on a plane and change my scenery. Which, when I was alone and not pregnant was easily done. Brian didn’t want me dealing with Chris or my father at this moment. And so I’d painted until my fingers were cramping, and now was trying to decide what to do. I’d spent my life in meetings, building businesses, and generally keeping busy, so being idle was driving me crazy. Brian offered to let me help at Kinnetik, likely because it meant he could watch me and in general keep me from doing anything he felt was idiotic. Like showing up at the country club to piss off my father. Like I really planned to go to my version of hell when all I got were false smiles and welcomes, while they used my life for their amusement. If anyone was going to have fun with my life it should be me! Good God, I’m whining like everyone accuses Michael of doing.

Since Brian was at work, and Gus was hanging out with his sister, it left me BORED. Pop and Nana took my mom and Molly off with them on a business trip, to get them away from my father. Brian agreed, because he didn’t think my father was doing anything but retreating like the coward he is. At least until he found some other way to get at all of us. 

Which brings me back to Chris. What was my father’s scheme there? Other than the fact that Chris wasn’t going to win employee of the month, nothing was apparent. Cynthia already informed me that Chris didn’t get a clue after our talk, and took a vacation right after. She planned to have his dismissal papers waiting for him when he bothered to come back. I wanted to hunt him down and personally deliver them to him, but instead I started painting like a fiend when she reminded me she was in charge. Only now, like I said, I’M BORED, and alone, since Brian told me he’d be late tonight. It’s why I decided to paint, because I could lose hours doing it. I looked out the window and watched while the sun went down, hating that not only was I bored, but tired from doing nothing but sitting on my ass all day. Running a hand down my stomach when my child seemed to be reminding me that the sandwich hours ago wasn’t enough, I got up and decided to see what we could eat. Instead, I found someone who wanted to eat me standing in the kitchen in jeans and tee-shirt. I swear I’ll never get how nothing on Brian doesn’t look amazing. When Brian dressed in a suit, all I thought about was how to get him out of the suit… Of course the same was true when he looked like he did tonight, standing in the kitchen looking out the window in jeans and his tee-shirt. I stood there silently staring at the man who made me keep coming back to him.

“If you want dinner sit in a chair, if not, sit on the table.” Brian said, not turning around.

“Can I have both?” I asked.

“In what order?” He replied, turning to me.

I took off my clothes to show him what order I wanted, then sat on the table and waited as Brian stripped off his own, smiling when he revealed his preference was hard and ready. Brian was showing me he was in charge tonight, something each of us did when it suited us. I knew it was one of the things that made me keep calling. Our relationship wasn’t based off of a power struggle between us. I liked when Brian was the one in charge, and he liked it when I was. But there were nights like tonight where he wanted to be the one, and I didn’t fight it because it was what he needed from me. I leaned back on the table, my feet braced apart, opening myself for his perusal. Brian’s eyes caressed every inch of me, making me want to beg him to hurry up. Which he knew, and it made him take his time coming to me, letting me stare at the perfection that was him.

“A feast for the eyes. Your hands stay on the table,” Brian ordered, sitting in the chair in front of me.

Brian’s hands ran up my calves and down my thighs, before he took his time kissing behind where his hands had touched. When his hands stroked up my cock, he leaned in, trailing kisses around my thighs, then pushed them open further and trailed his tongue towards my rim, where he kissed and licked to tease out the moans he knew I couldn’t stop. His hands opened me further for the attack of his tongue, which had me squirming on the table, gripping the table to avoid grabbing his hair when I wanted him to go faster. Brian was in charge, and that meant if I tried to hurry him up he’d torture me longer before he finally gave me what I wanted. I watched as he proved once again that he understood my body in a way no one had before him. What made it different was seeing the lust in his eyes as he consumed me, like I was the meal he wanted on the table. When he removed his tongue it was only to replace it with his fingers as he swallowed my cock, making me pray this wouldn’t end before we got to the next part. To say what he did before was magic was an understatement. Brian sucked cock as if he was the master of the instrument he was using. Something he rarely did unless it was me, saying he was addicted to my taste and no one compared to it for him.

It was something we had in common, Brian’s taste was the one I enjoyed.

Brian stood as his hands lubed me in preparation for the next part of his symphony. It didn’t matter how many times I’d had him, the stretch and burn was always there, but he enjoyed the tightness wrapped around him and in turn it made the pleasure on his face my pleasure, as the fullness went from pain to ecstasy. Brain’s hazel eyes glazed over as he started to move, his pace punishing, but exactly what I wanted. He watched as I stroked myself in time with his thrusts, holding back until he saw my climax, then flooding me with his. We both laid there panting, with him kissing my stomach and licking up the mess I made. 

BRIAN

Justin and I sat at the table in robes while we ate. I didn’t regret cutting my meeting short, all my thoughts were on having Justin alone and knowing if I hadn’t gotten home early, then people would be here. Something I had yet to tell Justin. I wanted time where no one interrupted our lives, because eventually we wouldn’t have it. I loved Gus staying with us, and looked forward to the one we were waiting on, but I missed the times when it was just the two of us. I also wanted Justin to know that even with the changes that his body was going through, I still couldn’t resist him. I needed control tonight, because I was angry over the fact that things were normal, and once again Craig’s fuckups were going to add stress to Justin’s life. It wasn’t going to stay quiet when the country club exploded all over his life. Granted there was a bit of poetic justice to the whole thing. Craig’s mechanics brought to light something that signed his fate with the good old boys of the club. It made everything make sense, and would affect Justin’s life if he wanted it to.

The only reason I was willing to allow this was because one of the reasons Justin and I work is neither of us believe in hiding things from each other. Did I want to protect Justin from his father’s stupidity? Yes. But I also saw something in the guy who came to me wanting to talk to Justin. He didn’t show up expecting me to smooth is path to Justin, but because he wanted to make sure we were prepared when the secret came out.

“What?” Justin asked when I hadn’t said much while he ate.

“We have someone coming over in an hour,” I tell him.

“Is that why you came home early, when you said you’d be late?” Justin asked.

“I came home because coming home and spending time alone isn’t something we’ve been able to do as much lately,” I told him.

“You haven’t had a lot of free time. Me, I’ve done nothing,” He told me.

I knew Justin thought he was being lazy, but I saw the painting he spent the day on, and the fact that his studio was shining instead of it’s usual chaos. I didn’t bother to bring it up, since Justin’s life before was running from one country to the other, helping his grandfather take over the world.

“We need to talk about something I was told today,” I told him.

“Is it about the person you don’t seem to want to talk about?” He asked.

“I’m trying to figure out how to tell you about it. I’m still having a hard time understanding it,” I explained.

“I’m not going to like this am I?” Justin asked, pushing his plate away.

“Depends. Craig just lost all his allies, but in turn it explains why Chris was given a job,” I told him.

“Are you going to explain?” Justin asked.

“Chris found out your father was dipping into the wrong pond and used it to get away from his father, who wanted him to start from the bottom of the business,” I told him.

“I’ve never been a big fan of Samuel Hobbs, except in his business dealings. It’s about the only thing I respected about him. He knew his business would fail if he just handed out positions based on family. Even after his older son graduated from college, Nicholas still had to start from the bottom. He wanted them to understand the business from the inside out,” Justin told me. 

“Which Chris apparently ignored, assuming he wouldn’t have to do anything but be born a Hobbs. When Samuel practiced what he preached, Chris ran for greener pastures; Craig. Chris was happy as long your dad kept paying Chris the extras he was paying him when he controlled Taylor Electronics. When you took over there was nothing Craig could do to keep Chris from opening up a can of worms,” I told him.

“To do what?” Justin asked.

“Convince Chris’s father he should have the corner office, instead of the brother,” I told him.

“Samuel wouldn’t do it, because Nicholas, the oldest son, managed to increased their profits twenty percent since he was put in charge. His father would be an idiot to want to give it to Chris,” Justin tells me. “Wait... my father dipped into what pond?” Justin asked.

“Chris’s mother. Which your mother confirmed,” I told him.

“Is that why Pop wanted them out of town?” Justin asked.

“I think he wanted to give you space. He knows you're trying with both of them, but you aren’t ready to completely forgive Molly right now. After we talked, he thought it would be better to keep them away until it’s over,” I told him.

“Even if my father was messing around with Chris’s mother, it really doesn’t change anything does it? It’s never been a big secret that they all screw around. Hell, my father’s affairs were an open secret for years. Although he should have been smarter than to mess with the wife of his biggest ally,” Justin told me.

“It’s what Chis banked on, that your father would do anything to keep it a secret. And was fine when he didn’t run the risk of losing the gravy train he had before you took over,” I told him.

“If he thinks I’ll give a shit about keeping my father’s secret, he’s been hiding his head in the sand after the last one Craig tried. Plus, it’s not going to change Samuel’s mind on how he runs his business,” Justin told me.

“He still believes only the family should run the business,” I told him.

“They all do, but only the first born male. Which Nicholas is, and why Craig didn’t do the smart thing and put it in Molly’s name… Why would Chris think the affair would get him what he wants?” Justin asked, before catching on.

“Because it would mean Nicholas would lose the one thing that is important to Samuel, an heir running his company,” I confirmed to him.

“Who's coming over?” Justin asked.

“Nicholas Hobbs,” I told him.

“What does he want?” Justin asked, pushing his plate further away.

“First, tell me if you want to meet him. Then we can talk about whether he can come into our house,” I told him.

“We know each other; at least, we’ve talked business before. He’s about the only one in that family I didn’t think was a total asshole,” Justin answered.

“He has a high opinion of you too,” I joked.

“What does he want?” He asked me, again.

“From what he told me, to get to know a brother he could respect. But he also knows unless you want to meet him, the answer is no,” I told him.

“Has he talked to Craig?” Justin asked.

“He doesn’t want anything to do with Craig, after hearing what he did to you,” I tell him.

“Or he and Craig are trying something,” Justin commented, playing devil's advocate.

“Do you want to talk to him?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” Justin answered.

“It doesn’t have to change anything for you. If you don’t want a relationship with him, then talking to him won’t change that for you,” I told him.

“You want me to talk to him?” He asked.

“I want you to do what you want,” I told him.

“Does he want to talk to Molly too?” He asked.

“If he does, that has nothing to do with you meeting him,” I answered.

“He doesn’t, does he?” Justin asked, guessing what I didn’t say.

“All he knows is what he saw in the news, and that she was a part of the smear campaign. With what Chris is doing now, it doesn’t make him see Molly as any better than the way he sees Chris right now,” I tell him.

“How much of this is public right now?” Justin asked.

“None. Samuel commanded Nicholas to keep his mouth shut and deny the truth,” I told him.

“So, he shows up at your office and asks to see me?” Justin asked.

“Apparently he doesn’t see any reason to deny he’s related to you,” I told him.

“Is it strange, I want to meet him, but don’t at the same time?” Justin asked me.

“Meeting him isn’t going to change anything unless you want it to,” I told him.

“I know, and you already knew I’d say I wanted to,” Justin told me.