Whirlwind Bailey Bradford (free ebook reader .TXT) 📖

under the rapturous feelings Gideon was fucking into him.

Then Gideon grunted and shoved in even deeper, grinding against Stefan’s ass.

“Fuck!” Gideon groaned and thrust fast and hard a few more times. “Gotta come. Jesus—yeah, so—“ He gasped and stiffened as his orgasm hit.

Gideon’s jizz marked Stefan inside. He felt every jet of it painting his inner walls while Jordan kept licking at his sac. Gideon held Stefan in place with hard hands on his hips. He writhed against Stefan for what seemed to be several long moments, but Stefan couldn’t be sure. He was toast, wrung out and thoroughly fucked.

Gideon finally stilled. He draped himself over Stefan’s back. “God damn, your ass is a treasure for sure. Just like the rest of you.”

“Gotta work on your cheesy lines,” Stefan managed to say before he forgot how to speak. He wasn’t sure he’d ever move again.

“Y’all love my cheesy lines,” Gideon informed him. “Jordan, you still licking his nuts?”

“Mmmhm,” Jordan said around a mouthful.

Stefan’s libido decided it wasn’t down for the count after all. Gideon chuckled and moved his hips. Stefan’s eyes shot open. The man’s shaft wasn’t softened at all.

It was going to be a long, fun night.

Epilogue

“I can’t believe Mom is getting married.” Jordan shook his head. “I can’t even walk her down the aisle.”

“Sure you can,” Stefan said, looking at him like he was an ace short of a deck. “Just tell Sev you want to. Since Craig quit trying to talk her out of believing in the existence of spirits, you can’t really have anything against him.”

Gideon snorted. “Yeah, but it took Conner wrapping Craig up in a sheet, suspending him in air, and carrying him outside for everyone in town to see in the middle of broad daylight, with a nice, balmy temperature of forty degrees surrounding Craig.”

“It worked.” Stefan didn’t think anything else mattered in regards to Conner’s methods. “And you know the saying, the hardest people to convert are always the strongest believers once they give in.”

“Isn’t that about religion?” Jordan asked.

“Stefan’s right, seems applicable in any situation,” Gideon agreed. He looked out of the window. “Supposed to be a full moon tonight. I heard a little birdy mention that our field had nice, tall grass again.”

“About fucking time,” Jordan snarked. “If that Mr. Rademaker mows our field down again, I’ll haunt him until he moves.”

“We don’t even get in the grass, much,” Stefan pointed out. “Well, okay. Sometimes we do, but it grows back fast.”

“I don’t care.” Jordan crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t like him messing with it.”

“Maybe we can get Sev to mention it. We’ll ask him when we talk to him about your mom’s wedding.” Stefan moved over to sit on Jordan’s lap. “How was your mom today?”

“Good. Still talking away at me. She told Sev she just knows when I’m there, and I have to think she does.”

“Did you do the hair thing on her?” Stefan asked.

Jordan shook his head. “I’m afraid it might freak her out.”

“Why would it?” Gideon sat down beside Jordan. “She knows. Maybe it’d give her comfort instead. She seems good, though. Saw her smile the other day.”

“Yeah.” Jordan’s smile was a carbon copy of his mother’s. “She’s doing a lot better. I can’t imagine being in her shoes, losing a child, but you know. She’s always been an amazingly strong woman. She knows I’m happy, and she approves of you two.”

“Of course she does,” Stefan said. He fluttered his lashes at Jordan. “I mean, come on, we’re pretty freakin’ marvelous!”

Jordan laughed. He had to agree. His lovers were pretty freakin’ marvelous indeed.

“Love you, baby,” he told Stefan, taking a quick, hot kiss.

“Love you too,” Stefan replied, before exchanging the words with Gideon.

Jordan would never get tired of this, and he’d never take his men for granted.

* * * *

“Oh look at her, she looks so beautiful,” Stefan said, dabbing at his eyes as Missy appeared at the entrance of the church.

“She does,” Gideon agreed. Jordan waved to them, beaming as he began escorting his mother down the aisle.

It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see him. She knew he was there. Sev had worked with Jordan, and so had Conner, to make sure he had a substantial enough mass that Missy could feel him even if it was only as light touches at her side.

Her eyes shone with joy and Craig watched her like she was the most precious person in existence.

Stefan had two men who looked at him that way, and he was pretty sure he looked at them just as sappily.

He had never expected much out of his life, and maybe he’d expected even less out of his death.

But someone somewhere had been watching out for him. Stefan didn’t know the whys and hows of it, but he’d been chosen to be the recipient of Gideon’s and Jordan’s love.

It was worth dying for, and even more, Gideon and Jordan were worth living for, in the afterlife and anything that might come next.

* * * *

Stefan stood on the edge of the cliff and stared down at where he’d landed decades ago. It didn’t seem so scary now, but then again, he didn’t have to worry about dying. He was long since dead, and happier than he’d ever been alive.

He left the cliff, floating to the ground below it. There should have been some evidence that a life had been lost there, yet even as he thought it, Stefan scoffed at the idea. Billions of people have died and if everyone had some kind of marker for their place of death, the Earth would look like a majorly over-stuffed pincushion. Because that’s what he envisioned—a thumbtack marking the spot of his death on a globe. Silly, but he didn’t berate himself for it.

Stefan moved some of the smaller rocks around then formed a smiley face out of them. “Screw it. I’m not leaving this as a bad spot.” He grinned and added on to his makeshift self-portrait,