Vengeance (The Protectors 5)

“I don’t want us to keep punishing ourselves for what happened that night or afterwards, okay?” I said softly.

Memphis nodded. “Okay.”

“But Memphis, about the videos…”

“The videos are gone, Brennan. Deleted. I didn’t watch them. Ronan deleted them from my phone and Drake’s. No one else saw them.”

I felt my stomach flip wildly. “But it doesn’t change the fact that he-”

“Don’t,” Memphis whispered and then he was pressing against me. “Don’t for a second think that it matters to me…that I see you any differently. All I see is the same strong, proud, loving, brave, beautiful young man who accosted me in that bathroom.”

I laughed at that. Memphis leaned down to brush his lips over mine. Joy bloomed inside of me at the contact I’d been craving for so long.

“I’m not letting you go, Brennan,” Memphis whispered and I felt my heart leap as I remembered those were the same words he’d said to me so long ago in Eli’s apartment. He tugged Tristan against us. “I’m not letting either of you go ever again.”

I was too overcome with emotion to speak, so I just nodded shakily and clung to him and Tristan. “I love you,” I whispered, though I didn’t clarify which one I was speaking to since they knew I was speaking to both of them.

“Brennan,” Memphis whispered. “I made you another promise that day. Do you remember?”

I smiled and nodded against his chest before pulling back and holding out my hand. Memphis dropped a single key into it.

“Remember, Pops is giving us half an hour,” Tristan said as I took his hand and led him to the car.

I shared a look with Memphis and saw he was thinking the exact same thing as me. “Motel,” we both said in unison.

“There’s one not far away. I can get us there in ten minutes,” I said as I strode around to the driver’s side.

“Take your time,” Memphis said as he opened the passenger side door. I was confused by the statement until I saw him crawl into the back seat of the car and pull Tristan into his arms. And I instantly regretted my decision to drive as I watched their busy hands stroking all over each other as their mouths dueled for control.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I got into the car.

“Wait, what about Tink?” Tristan asked even as Memphis sucked on his neck hard.

I glanced towards the side of the house and saw the cat sprawled in a plush lounge chair, regally grooming herself like the princess she was, surrounded by dogs. “She’s good,” I said with a chuckle as I started the car.

I’d said I could get us to the motel in ten minutes, but I knew it would be more like five as I watched my men kiss. Hell, at this rate, maybe I’d just find us a quiet side road somewhere.

Tristan let out an excited moan and I let out a harsh curse.

Side road.

Definitely a side road.

Epilogue

Memphis

“I was so afraid I’d lost this,” I whispered as I reached across Tristan’s body to run my fingers over Brennan’s cheek.

“Me too,” he said and then he was covering my hand with his. He pressed a kiss against my palm and just held my gaze with his. The only time he looked away was when Tristan shifted between us. Not surprisingly, all he did was flip his body from where it had been pressed up against Brennan’s chest until his face was mashed against mine. Brennan and I both chuckled because within seconds, Tristan’s left hand was reaching behind him to seek out Brennan’s. If we hadn’t heard his soft snores, we would have guessed he was actually awake. Brennan dropped his hand from where he’d been holding mine and placed it on Tristan’s seeking hand. The second he did, Tristan linked their fingers and pulled Brennan’s hand until it was pressed to his chest.

“I think we wore him out,” I said as I glanced down at Tristan.

“We probably shouldn’t have taken him that second time in the bathroom,” Brennan mused.

I laughed softly. “Maybe if you’d warned me how long those damn dinners ran, I’d have made sure I had my fill of both of you earlier.”

Brennan grinned and shook his head.

Surprisingly, we’d managed to stick to the thirty minutes Dom had given us after he’d left us in the driveway. But that was only because Brennan had driven like a bat out of hell and had had the sense to find a deserted access road where we could park the car and be hidden from prying eyes. And since we’d been so eager to be together again, there’d been little time and patience for anything other than a few stolen kisses as Brennan had gotten Tristan’s pants down and I’d tossed some blankets on the hood of the car. Tristan had been splayed on top of the hood before I’d even managed to get my own condom on and I’d nearly dropped the damn thing as I’d watched Brennan shove into him. The sounds my men made as they were coming together…there was nothing like it on earth. I would have been more than happy to just jack off as I’d watched them together, but then Brennan had pulled out of Tristan and looked at me expectantly. We’d taken turns fucking our boy until he’d cried out in relief as cum had spurted all over his body. But of course, that hadn’t been enough for either myself or Brennan, so we’d ended up flipping Tristan over and fucking him from behind until he’d come again and only then had we pulled the condoms off and jacked off all over his perfect ass at nearly the exact same time.