Loving Styles [Brac Village 12] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (14 page)

Kenyon had someone watching Robby from the opened back door of the bakery and had seen where he had hidden that envelope. The lawyer had gotten sloppy and had become a liability Kenyon didn’t need. But as he stared across the table at Marino, he knew that sometimes the enemy was a very good ally.

Hmm, maybe the man could actually be of some use to me.

Marino raised his wineglass, a deceiving smile on his face. “Here’s to new partnerships.”

Kenyon raised his as well. “And future endeavors.”

* * * *

Styles stared across the room at his mate. He wanted to say something, just one word…one word. But when Robby had called him on it, Styles had frozen. He had never uttered the
L
word in his life. It wasn’t a word he casually threw around. The word meant something to him.

And so did Robby. When it came time for him to finally use that word, something inside Styles had shut down. He hadn’t been able to breathe, think, or put two thoughts together. He was the dominant male, the alpha between the two, yet Robby always seemed so much larger than life. The man knew what he wanted and went after it.

Nothing seemed to dissuade the man. He was like a ball of harnessed energy. Anytime Robby looked his way, Styles always got the feeling that Robby was fucking him with his eyes. The hazel turned to molten, liquid fire, the man’s eyes caressing Styles as if they were hands.

Styles had been unable to say those three words that he knew Robby wanted to hear, yet the man didn’t seem upset. If anything, he looked more determined than ever.

“I don’t understand why the envelope isn’t there,” Robby said as he sat at the kitchen table. The man was talking, but Styles could tell his mind was somewhere else. Styles moved behind the counter as a strange sensation to put something between them came over him. His mate was talking but Styles couldn’t think past the point where Robby had pressed into him, asking if Styles loved him.

“Styles?”

His eyes flickered up to see Robby staring at him pensively. His heart quickened, his hands became sweaty, and Styles’s throat grew so tight that he was finding it hard to breathe. How could one look affect him so deeply? “Yes?”

Robby gave him a cocky smile, like he knew what Styles was thinking. His hazel eyes twinkled as the smile grew wider. “Did you hear me?”

Even though he hadn’t, Styles nodded. “The envelope.”

Robby’s boyish good looks intensified as he gave a light chuckle. “That’s not all I said.”

Clearing his throat, Styles tried to shake the overpowering feeling that was gripping him. “You’ll have to repeat yourself.”

“I said, stop looking as if I have you cornered.” Robby waved a hand toward Styles. “You don’t need to put the counter between us.”

Styles glanced down at the marble, feeling a bit stupid because Robby had known what he was doing. “We need to get to the bakery and find out what happened.”

Robby stood, walking slowly toward him. “What can we do, Styles, dust for prints? The envelope is gone and I haven’t a clue where to start searching, do you?”

Styles was unable to think the closer Robby came. The man was walking toward him like he was a predator and Styles was prey. He stood there unmoving like a jackrabbit as the wolf got closer, scenting the air and smiling with wicked joy. That’s how he felt at the moment, as if Robby were going to catch Styles and devour him.

His mate came around the counter, placing a hand on either side of Styles, gazing up at him. Styles held his breath as he stared down at the man. He wasn’t sure what to think and had no clue what Robby was up to.

His heart gave a wild kick, wondering how Robby could look any more gorgeous than he already did, but as Styles gazed into hazel eyes, he knew the truth. He loved Robby beyond anything he could put into words, past anything he had ever felt for another being, and wished like hell he could say those words to his mate.

They were stuck in his throat, refusing to pass his lips.

Robby leaned up, pressing his lips to Styles’s cheek, inhaling deeply as a small rumble vibrated in his throat. “I love you, Styles. You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know how much I truly do love you.” His mate kissed the part of Styles’s face where the cheek ended and the ear began.

Styles cupped the back of Robby’s head, bringing the man impossibly closer before turning and brushing his lips over his mate’s. Robby let out a small moan before opening his mouth and sucking Styles’s tongue down his throat.

His hand gripped Robby’s scalp tighter as Styles slanted his head and took the kiss deeper. He was trying his best to pour all of his pent-up emotions into that one kiss, letting Robby know without words what the man meant to him.

“Upstairs,” Robby whispered into his mouth. “I need you, Styles. I need you badly.”

Styles didn’t hesitate. He broke the kiss and grabbed his mate’s hand, pulling him quickly upstairs. He slammed the door behind them, nearly tearing his own clothes off as Robby undressed. When they came back together, it was almost like a heavenly sigh. Skin touched skin, mouths collided, and Styles felt as if he was losing his damn mind, the need in him so strong.

Robby pulled his lips free and began to kiss Styles’s jaw, his neck, and his collarbone. His lips were scorching hot, leaving a blazing trail as he bit down on Styles’s flesh. Robby traveled lower, sucking a sensitive nipple into his mouth.

Styles’s cock grew harder, pressing into his mate as Robby teased, nipped, and licked before releasing Styles’s nipple and moving to the neglected one. He gripped his mate’s hair, gently pushing on Robby’s head, saying to the man, pleading with his hands for the man to suck his cock.

Robby gave a light chuckle as he nipped Styles’s nipple. “If you rush me, I’m only going to torture you longer.”

Styles eased his hands back, knowing full well that Robby would go through with his threat. Although he loved this kind of torture, he wasn’t willing to prolong it any longer than it should be. He wanted to feel those kiss-swollen lips wrapped around his cock.

Robby’s hands explored Styles as his lips, tongue, and teeth teased, tortured, and pleasured him to the brink of madness. He was losing all train of thought, all coherency as Robby moved lower, the tip of Styles’s cock touching under the man’s chin.

“Please.” The one word was gritted out as Styles stood there trembling, praying Robby didn’t prolong the torture.

His mate glanced up at him from under his thick blondish-brown lashes, his hazel eyes telling Styles that there was no need to beg. Robby dropped to his knees, circling his fingers around Styles’s heated flesh.

“God, I love your body,” Robby said right before he sucked Styles’s cock into his mouth. Styles gritted his teeth as Robby’s lips played over the oversensitized skin, his tongue teasing. He feared his legs wouldn’t hold out, that he would collapse with the raw pleasure that Robby was giving him.

His mate’s hands cupped Styles’s ass. Styles reached behind him as he placed his hands over Robby’s, wanting to feel a deeper connection. How could anyone endure this much pleasure and not die from it? His cock was impossibly hard now, a ferocious need building inside of him.

Robby sucked his cock down his throat. His mate groaned and the vibrations were an added pleasure that had Styles hissing in approval. With short and even bursts, Styles began to fuck his mouth. His mate slid his hands between Styles’s legs and began to massage the tight skin of his sac.

The feel of Robby’s lips on the sensitive skin of Styles’s cock had Styles clutching his hands in an effort to find control where there seemed to be none. He didn’t want to come like this. He wanted to be buried deep inside his mate when that explosion happened.

He pulled back, his cock popping free and Styles was half-tempted to shove his erection back into Robby’s mouth. The man looked like a fallen angel on his knees as he stared up at him.

“Bed,” Styles managed to say past his raging heart, his ragged breaths, and knew he needed to gain some sort of control. He crawled in next to Robby and took his time, his hands and mouth mapping his mate’s body leisurely, and imprinting it in his mind.

“Now I feel like the one who should be begging.” Robby was breathing in small pants, gazing at Styles before slowly letting his eyes flutter closed.

Styles swirled his tongue, drawing patterns along Robby’s sensitive skin, watching how his mate reacted, and loving every single damn noise the man made. He inhaled the exotic scent of Robby—thick honey and wildfire, seeping into Styles’s skin, curling around his senses.

He rubbed his scent all over Robby, wanting, needing for the world to know that Robby was his.

“God, Styles,” Robby groaned. “I love how you are rubbing all over me, but please, fuck me.”

Styles watched Robby with barely hidden fascination at the way his mate’s skin broke out in goose flesh, his body moving seductively in a serpentine fashion. He was so sensual, so sexy and erotic. What else could he do but give his mate what he was begging for?

He grabbed the lube and stretched Robby while kissing and licking his skin, lapping his tongue over damn near every inch of the man’s lower body. Robby was trembling by the time Styles encouraged his mate to get on all fours.

Styles lined his aching shaft up with the pulsating and glistening entrance and pushed inside, both gently and insistently. He felt his cock surrounded by soft, smooth wetness, and all he could think of was to give Robby the fuck of his life.

Robby was tossing beneath him, his hips bucking, driving Styles harder into the soft flesh of his mate’s ass, grinding against him. Gritting his teeth, Styles eased back, wanting to scream about the incredible pleasure from the friction of Robby’s flesh against his.

Spreading Robby’s thighs wide, Styles slammed his hips into Robby’s ass, feeling his scrotum tighten against the base of his cock as he drove deep and hard inside his mate.

The words were there, on the tip of his tongue, ready to spill but refusing to leave his lips. Styles growled in frustration, wanting his mate to know that he did love him. He loved Robby so much that it bordered on insanity.

But he couldn’t say the words. His bravery left him as Styles pushed harder into the tight sheath, gritting his teeth now at the pleasure.

He leaned over Robby, blanketing him from thigh to nape, and then settled his mouth on the man’s shoulder, licking him, his canines aching to bite into the man’s flesh. Styles’s head lowered, his teeth gripping the sensitive area between shoulder and neck as Robby screamed out in pleasure, his ass pulsing around Styles’s cock to the point he could barely move.

His mate’s release filled the room, invading Styles’s lungs. The scent was making him crazy. He scraped his canines along Robby’s shoulder before finally biting him, claiming his mate once more.

Robby cried out again as Styles pistoned into the man, his cock encased in his mate’s tight ass and then he was frozen in time and space as he found his pleasure, and felt his body emptying as endless streams of cum filled Robby’s ass.

Styles released Robby’s shoulder, kissing and licking his wound, inhaling the unique scent that belonged solely to his mate. He watched Robby for several moments, devouring his mate with his eyes before hanging his head trying to rein in his emotions.

Somehow, someway, Styles was going to tell the man he loved him. Robby deserved nothing less.

* * * *

Robby was finally back at work, laughing with Baker as he made the cinnamon buns Kenway had asked for.

“You really sent him a ransom note to get the rest of his chicken?” Baker seemed thoroughly amused. “Genius.”

Robby thought so. He liked doing little things like that for Styles. It helped their relationship stay spicy. He never wanted his mate to grow bored with him. But Robby knew that he had also helped break down some of those walls that Styles had erected around him.

Just as he put the cinnamon buns in the oven, Kenway stuck his head into the kitchen. “Are you done with the orders for the day?” he asked.

Robby nodded. It was late afternoon and the only thing that needed to be done was complete. Someone had ordered an entire dozen of cinnamon buns in a rush order. “I just put them in the oven, why?”

Kenway rolled his eyes. “Why else? Styles is here for you.”

Baker snickered as Robby pulled the apron over his head and hung it on the hook. “Tell him I’m going to wash up and then I’ll be right out.”

“Yeah, because I live to pass messages between the two of you,” Kenway said before he disappeared. Robby chuckled. He knew that Kenway honestly didn’t mind. Walking over the sink, Robby washed up before waving good-bye to Baker and heading outside.

Styles was sitting on his bike, looking devilishly handsome as always. But today the man had a sparkle in his pretty brown eyes that had Robby’s heart skipping a beat. “What are you up to?”

Styles handed Robby a helmet. “Just get on and I’ll show you.”

Unable to resist and curious as hell, Robby quickly strapped the helmet into place before climbing behind Styles and wrapping his arms around his mate’s waist. Styles took off, not saying another word as they cleared Brac Village and headed down the country road.

The suspense was killing Robby. He wasn’t sure why Styles was being so cryptic and couldn’t wait to find out. His brows furrowed as Styles turned on the access road, heading toward the small shack that they had visited once before. He knew that this was a place that his mate went to think, to get away from it all at times. He just wasn’t sure why they were here right now.