Keaton's Lessons [Brac Village 6] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen (any book recommendations TXT) 📕

Oh, jeez. Why did he have to go and use that word? Keaton could see the kids pushing closer to their parents. If they didn’t shut Mitchel up, he was going to stir the other people up and then they would have an angry mob on their hands.

When Mitchel advanced forward, Keaton blocked him from getting any closer to Kade—who was standing there a little too quietly. That inscrutable expression on his mate’s face worried him. Keaton was afraid Kade was dangerously close to losing it.

Mitchel’s expression was deadly as he shoved Keaton aside, sending him sprawling to the ground. He heard a large growl and Keaton knew Kade was going after Mitchel. He jumped to his feet, but it was too late. The two men were already fighting.

“Stop this at once!” Mrs. Colbert shouted. “Think of the children!”

Keaton tried to get between them, to stop the men. Mrs. Colbert was right. The kids didn’t need to see the violence. But the only thing he managed to do was get punched in his mouth. Fuck, that hurt! He tasted blood and prayed none of his teeth were loose.

“Murderer!” Mitchel shouted again as he swung at Kade. Keaton was panicking. He didn’t know what to do.

“He’s not a fucking murderer!” he shouted as he jumped onto Mitchel’s back. Fuck this. Kade was his mate. He took exception to anyone attacking the man, verbally or physically. “He killed a sick psycho who molested his friend!”

“Get down from there!” Mrs. Colbert shouted at Keaton.

“No,” Keaton shouted back, trying to wrap his arm around Mitchel’s neck so he could choke him into leaving Kade alone. “Kade didn’t do anything wrong. It was Oliver’s father who should have kept—” Keaton realized his mistake too late. He caught sight of Blair standing off to the side, his eyes growing wide at Keaton’s words.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! This was just not happening. He quickly jumped down when flashing lights approached. The cops. Damn it. Keaton grabbed Kade’s arm, pulling him away. It seemed he was pulling on Kade a lot lately. “Cops.”

Kade froze, his head swinging toward the approaching cruiser. Keaton could practically feel the panic coursing through the man’s body.

“Don’t worry,” Keaton whispered. “I’ll tell them that it was me fighting Mitchel.”

His mate’s teal eyes locked onto Keaton. “I will never let you take the fall for something I did.”

Keaton glanced over toward the cop car, feeling his throat go dry. “Then what do we do?”

Kade shrugged. “Run?”

“Oh, hell yeah.” Keaton took off down the street before the cops had a chance to get out of their car. Running sounded like a damn good plan to him. He nearly laughed when Kade caught up to him.

“I was just kidding,” Kade said as he grabbed Keaton’s arm and pulled him into the diner.

“Hide us!” Keaton shouted at Cody. “The cops are after us.” He had never been in trouble a day in his life, and Keaton was panicking. He felt light-headed, as if he were going to pass out.

“This way,” Cody said, waving them toward a door all the way in the back of the diner. Wow, really? The man was actually going to hide them? Keaton scrambled inside, running up a flight of steps. He hoped like hell there was an apartment on the other side of that door.

Kade was right behind him. Cody shut the door and they were bathed in darkness. “Kade?”

“Right here.” Kade placed his hand on Keaton’s back, the warmth from his touch electrifying. His mate’s voice was as smooth as whiskey in the darkness of the small staircase. Keaton shuddered. “Just keep going up.”

Something was going up, all right. His cock was thickening as he listened to Kade talk softly to him and felt the man’s hand slowly skimming down his back. Keaton’s legs threatened to buckle right from under him.

“Why are you slowing down?” Kade asked, his hand still going lower until the palm was resting on Keaton’s ass.

“Because I’m about to come in my pants from your voice and touch,” he answered honestly. Keaton stumbled and fell forward, landing on the steps, Kade wrapping his larger frame around him.

“Is that right?” Kade ground his hard erection into Keaton’s ass, eliciting a moan from Keaton. “I should take you right here on the steps.”

“Please,” Keaton whimpered, pushing back into Kade’s erection. He had been hoping Kade would claim him. It had gotten to the point that Keaton thought it would never happen. His arms began to quiver when Kade reached around and unzipped his pants, pulling them down his legs.

“Such a nice ass.”

“You can see it in the dark?”

“I can see a lot of things in the dark.” Kade ran his fingers up the crease of Keaton’s ass and he nearly fell face-first onto the steps. His fingers curled into the wood when Kade separated his ass cheeks and began to suck at Keaton’s hole in earnest. Keaton reached underneath his body, grabbing his cock, but Kade pushed his hand away, grabbing it and pulling it behind Keaton’s back.

His tongue slid over Keaton’s hole, licked all around it, and then plunged inside. Keaton began to make small noises in the dark hallway, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at what Kade was doing—and how well he was doing it.

The man had a very masterful tongue and he was licking Keaton close to orgasm. He ground his ass deeper into Kade, his fingernails gouging the wood under his hands. His head rolled on his shoulders, gasping when Kade inserted a finger inside of him.

Keaton felt as if he were melting. His shoulders dipped as his head fell forward. He was biting back the shout, a noise that would let everyone in the diner know what they were doing. He was hungering in a way he didn’t understand. No one had ever made him feel this way, not this intensely, this passionately.

He groaned low, his head constantly weaving