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James opened the car door and looked at them all once more. "Take care of each other. Be a family,
for 'Lissa if not me." He climbed in the car and slammed the door, the engine turning over almost
immediately.
Jake, Cath, and Jacob stepped back out of the way and watched as James pulled out and drove
away.
"That was& " Cath waved a hand in the air.
"Weird," Jacob said, shaking his head. "He's not coming back."
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"No," Jake agreed. "I don't think he is." He looked over at 'Lissa's house and what was left of her
things. "Come on," he said. "We have work to do, then I think we should get ice cream and go do
something fun. Maybe torture Elias and Tor with mini-golf or something."
Cath nodded, her smile forced but there. "Taggarts against the rest?"
"You know it." Jake smiled at her and nudged them both back to where they belonged, on the right
side of the street.
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Elias kicked their butts.
Even when Tor abandoned him and teamed up with Jake, Cath, and Jacob, Elias kicked their butts.
The four of them would play the hole, take the best score, and match it against Elias'. In the first
nine holes, they beat him on one. On the second nine, they didn't even come close, and Elias man-
aged to get a hole in one four times.
"Want to explain to me how a ranch hand got so good at mini-golf?" Jake asked when they were
returning their putters.
Elias grinned and winked at Cath. "I've always been good with my hands."
"Oh, that's nice," Cath said sweetly as Jake's jaw dropped open. "I've always been pretty good with
a shotgun."
"My sister!" Jake slapped Elias' arm.
Tor laughed and slapped Jake's arm right back, before Elias could do it. "Think your sister can take
care of herself, Taggart."
Cath beamed at Tor and slipped her arm through his. "Now, Jake. You didn't have it in your head
that I'm innocent, did you?"
Jake shuddered. "I don't want to know. And stay away from my cowboys--they break easy."
Elias smirked at him and took Cath's arm from Tor's. "I think it's best if Jake takes a few moments
to gather his thoughts, Miss Cath. He's obviously lost his mind and confused me with someone
else," he said as he led her toward the ice cream stand where Jacob was already picking out flavors.
Jake looked at Tor, and glared. "Shut up."
"I didn't say anything," Tor protested, holding his hands up.
"Shut up anyway; I can hear you thinking from here."
"That's scary, Jake."
"No, Elias flirting with my sister is scary. You laughing about it in your head and thinking it's cute
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that I've gone all big brother about it is scary. Me knowing you're thinking that is just& normal."
Tor raised an eyebrow. "You're panicking," he said gently, like he would when Lug was spooked.
"I think you need ice cream."
"Shut up."
***
Jake was enjoying the blow job. He was really enjoying it, his cock pushing hard into Tor's mouth,
his hands tangled in Tor's hair, and his balls lifting up tight. He was staring sightless at the ceiling,
reaching for his orgasm and feeling it boil in him, surging up and up and almost over, everything
tight and bright and ready to explode.
And then Tor lifted his head, fighting against Jake's grip in his hair. He came off Jake's dick with a
slurp and said, "So, you're really not worried about it?"
"Fuck!" Jake's hips fell back to the bed and he slapped Tor up the side of his foolish, smirking
head. "Will you stop doing that?" It was the third time Tor had stopped, and Jake had had just about
enough of that particular game.
Tor grinned at him and kissed the head of Jake's cock, his tongue lapping at the metal ring. "Sorry,"
he said, utterly insincere. "Just making sure--"
"If you mention either Elias' name or my sister's I swear to fucking God I'll roll over and go to
sleep."
Tor licked him. "No, you won't."
Jake growled. "Why are you thinking about either of them when you've got my dick in your
mouth?" he asked, not minding the licks or the kisses. His dick didn't care if Tor was thinking
about sales tax or the paint on the walls, as long as Tor's mouth was busy with making Jake come.
"Just to keep you from coming before I'm ready," Tor admitted, and then there were slick fingers
shoved into Jake's ass and things were back on track.
"Oh," Jake breathed, the fire stoking him back to a near boil again. "That's better."
Tor chuckled and sucked him again, his fingers going deeper and faster. Jake took it, wanted it, and
in seconds he was rocking his way back onto Tor's hand and up into his mouth. He'd have happily
done that another dozen times and shot his load down Tor's throat, but as soon as climax was on the
map, that nice red X that marked the spot, Tor pulled away, pulled out, and started climbing up
him.
Jake groaned in frustration, but willingly spread his legs, lifting one until Tor was in the right place
for him to hook up over Tor's shoulder, and then there was just the long slow glide to bliss as Tor
took him, pushing in and in and up and down and generally just making himself at home in Jake's
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ass.
"Ready?" Tor asked, finally as breathless as Jake had been over and over since they'd tumbled into
bed.
"Fuck me." Jake's eyes closed and nothing mattered at all except Tor moving over him, in him.
Hard and fast, and at some point Jake realized that the headboard really wasn't fastened to the bed
frame and he'd have to fix that before they delivered it to the man who'd bought it. It banged and
rattled with every thrust and Jake grunted every time Tor did, their voices made for each other, for
this, for fucking and loving and then that X was in front of him, written on Tor's hand around his
cock.
"Yes!" Jake yelled, his back arching, and then again as he started to shoot, finally, finally.
"Yes!" Tor echoed, his hips slapping on Jake as he sped up, fucked Jake right through it, his cock
and his piercing hammering on Jake's gland until Jake thought he'd surely die of it, and it would
almost be welcome to go with such perfection around him.
And then, sweating and swearing and with Jake's come on his hand and on Jake's belly, Tor said,
"Always," and froze, his climax pouring out of him in and into Jake, so strong Jake could feel it.
It wasn't until Tor was asleep next to him that Jake remembered they had about eight hours before
Tor would leave. Five days until he could go home.
Jake sighed and held Tor a little tighter and closed his eyes. It would be all right. In a week, every-
thing would be all right.
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Chapter Twenty Four
It was a hard week. Jake spent his days cleaning the house and finishing the donation drop-offs
when he wasn't doing last minute things like gathering medical and school records for Jacob. He
made a last stop at the lawyer's, spent time with Cath, and tried to ignore the fact that he and Jacob
were staying in an empty shell of a home.
He missed Tor. The phone calls he tried to keep to a minimum were either difficult and near-silent
or quickly deteriorated into innuendo, depending on how late at night it was and how long it had
been since he d last jerked off. More often than not, they'd have a conversation about once a day
and a follow-up call for phone sex a few hours later. He was starting to feel like he was pathetic,
but as far as phone sex went, it was pretty good. Tor had a way with words.
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