Nutter Nero [Brac Pack 12] (6 page)

Gunnar wrapped an arm around Nero’s chest, as he fingers found his mate’s nipple and began to run his thumb back and forth over it, feeling it grow to a tight peak under his finger.

Nero’s legs spread further apart, his body moving as one with Gunnar’s. There was no way he was going to last much longer, but Gunnar tried his best to make it last forever.

He ran a hand down Nero’s hip and thigh, his nutter tossing his head as a mewling whine left his lips. “So good, Gunny, so, so good.”

“That’s it…enjoy what I’m doing to your body, enjoy it, baby.” Gunnar’s voice was rough against Nero’s ear. “I knew you could take my cock.”

Hunger and need consumed Gunnar to the point he thought he would go insane. His nutter’s tight body sang to his senses, drove him closer to the edge of euphoria. It was as if Gunnar were experiencing it for the first time himself.

His mate brought him pleasure he had never known before, a deep satisfying hunger that only Nero seemed to be able to feed.

Desperation, so deep it came from Gunnar’s core, took over as the urge to bind this man to him, to keep him at his side for the rest of his life made the question leave his lips.

“Do you accept me as your mate, Nero?”

“What does that mean, Gunny?” Nero asked as the palms of his hands dug into the mattress.

“It means I’ll love you forever, nutter. I’ll love you until I take my last breath. Say yes, be mine, baby.”

“Your mate. Yes, Gunny. Your mate. Love me.” Nero whimpered as sweat rolled down his nutter’s back, making his skin glisten in the light of the room.

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Gunnar bit into his shoulder, feeling the ribbons unwind then realign, twisting each other’s souls around themselves, their hearts now beating as one.

Gunnar shouted his nutter’s name as he came, and Nero began mewling as his whole body shook with his release, his hole clamping down on Gunnar’s cock. Gunnar closed the wound and laid his forehead on the back of his mate’s head, his heart racing as his mate’s muscle relaxed. He could move now. “You’re mine, nutter.”

“Yours, yours, yours,” Nero chanted. “I’m very interested in trying that again.”

Gunnar chuckled. “I just bet you are.” As soon as he hid the sanitizer.

* * * *

Murdock walked into Maverick’s office with a scowl on his face.

Maverick had been seeing that look a lot lately and knew it had something to do with his new assistant. “I was turned down at the dealership. They said my finances weren’t approved.”

“Did you submit the forms to Nero for approval?” Maverick liked how Nero was running the place. He got the wolves’ spending under control. Not that they had to worry about money, but stopping the frivolous spending never hurt.

Nero kept things in order with a paper trail he could follow and, with Maverick's consent, he had the banks notify him when a large purchase was trying to be made.

Only Nero’s approval allowed the transaction to go through.

“What do you mean ‘forms’?” Murdock stormed across the hall, straight into Nero’s office. “What do you mean I can’t have a truck?” Maverick stood, walking across the hall, grabbing Murdock by his shoulder and yanking him out of the room and into the wall. His canines extended at the threat to the smallest mate. Any kind of abuse to any of them was not tolerated, even yelling. “You will not talk to
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my assistant that way. If you have a problem with one of his decisions, you come to me. Am I understood?” The Alpha growled into the wolf’s face.

“But it was a nice truck, Maverick,” Murdock grumbled.

“No, no.” Nero tapped his clipboard behind Maverick. He turned to his new assistant as Nero rushed the words. “Yours is only a few years old, nothing wrong with it. No, nothing wrong with it, nothing at all.” Nero took a step sideways, half hiding behind Maverick. The Alpha’s protective instincts made him snarl at the wolf against the wall.

“He says there’s nothing wrong with what you have, Murdock.” Maverick made sure the Sentry understood the little, quirky human, and he made sure Murdock understood his tone of voice as well.

* * * *

“Sorry, Murdock, can’t approve it. Sorry, just can’t. Wait five more years. Come see me then. Yeah, five.” Nero walked out of his office and down the hall.

It seemed a lot of people lately were mad at him. That wasn’t his intention when he took the job. He was hoping to make new friends, but it must not be in the cards for him. It only made him crawl further inside himself, allowing only Gunny in. Well, maybe Ricky. He seemed to like Nero.

Not good, not good at all. Nero veered off toward the steps, but he was too late at his attempts to escape. The man with the blonde curls, along with the Asian man, grabbed his arms, touching him.

“Come on, Nero, we need another player for pretzel poker.” Johnny pulled at his arm, trying to direct Nero to the den.

“Need you.” Keata pushed from the other side, and Nero could feel his skin crawl. He needed his sanitizer.

“I can’t. Need to work. Don’t want to, no. No, really don’t.”

“Just for a little while, please,” Johnny pleaded.

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Nero sat at the table, staring at the pile of pretzels in front of him.

Another man named Mark was sitting with them, a toothpick between his lips. He had a bunch of things drawn all over his skin and looked out of place sitting with them. He was too big for that seat. Nero stared at the black leather bands around the man’s wrists. If he let people draw on him, then he had lots of germs. Lots and lots.

“Okay, now, you have to get three of a kind or numbers in a row in the same suit,” Johnny explained to him. This wasn’t poker. It was beginning to sound like gin rummy.

Nero began to nibble at the pretzels in front of him. They tasted really good. Although he was terrified of germs, he was starving.

“Hey, you can’t eat them. You have to bet with them.” Johnny reached down into a bag next to his chair, tossing a few more of the salty treats onto the table in front of Nero. “Now, don’t eat those.”

“Leave him alone, Johnny. Let Nero eat them if he’s hungry,” Mark said as he took his turn.

Nero became lost in the bizarre rules they were trying to explain to him. He finally gave up, excusing himself and grabbing a handful of pretzels to eat as he clutched his clipboard and headed back to his office. Maybe Murdock would be gone by now. He should have filled out the forms.

Dousing his arms in sanitizer, Nero sat behind the desk Ricky had given him.

“What’s this I hear about you having control of security?” Nero mentally rolled his eyes. It seemed today was a day of complaints. Now Birdie was standing in the door, his hands on his hips and glaring at him. He could never remember the guys name, so when in doubt, use word association.

“You need cameras, fences, and dogs. This place isn’t safe.”

“We’ve done just fine,” Birdie snapped at him.

Nero looked around, needing Gunny to help him. This man was huge and intimidating. He didn’t like feeling trapped. Looking frantically around his office, he realized only the bathroom would
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provide a safe haven for him now. Nero stepped back while Birdie glared at him. Spinning on his heels, he ran across the room and slammed the bathroom door, locking it.

“Everything has to be perfect. Everything has to be aligned.

Nothing out of place. Everything in its place.” Nero began to chant again. “You’ll get it right or you’ll get it.” A soft knock sounded on the door. Nero whimpered and continued to chant.

“Nero, I’m sorry. Come out. We can talk about it,” Birdie called through the door.

Nero shook his head. It was a trick. Birdie would get the switch out and make him pay for stepping over the invisible boundary. He slammed his hands over his ears as he chanted louder, his mind playing scenes of years past when he didn’t get it right.

* * * *

Gunnar was surprised to find his Commander at Nero’s bathroom door, lightly knocking and pleading. Other than with Johnny, his Commander never used that tone. Walking a few more steps into the room, Gunnar paid attention to the words Hawk was saying.

“Nero, I didn’t mean to scare you. Come out. We can work out a security program that will suit us both.”

“Commander?”

Hawk looked over his shoulder at Gunnar, apology written all over his face. “I didn’t mean to, Gunnar. I didn’t know he would become afraid of me.”

Gunnar nodded. “Let me handle it.” Hawk stepped away, but stayed in the room. His Commander watched as Gunnar picked the lock, pulling his mate out of the bathroom and into his arms.

His mate was shaking like a leaf. Gunnar sat at Nero’s desk, rubbing his hands up and down his spine. “It’s okay, nutter. He can’t
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get you. He’s not here.” Gunnar held him tightly to his chest as he made soothing sounds in his mate’s ear.

“His father?” Hawk asked softly in surprise, when Gunnar gave him a nod to confirm the question. Hawk’s face fell. “I reminded him of his father?”

What could Gunnar say to Hawk? He hadn’t been there to see what went on. He didn’t know what Hawk had done to send his mate running into the bathroom.

“But all I said was we did just fine. I was referring to security.” Hawk looked pained. Taking a few steps closer to where Gunnar held the frightened man, he said, “I didn’t mean any harm, Nero. I would never have touched you. I promise.”

“I’ll settle him down.” Gunnar tilted his head toward the office door. Hawk turned. Neither had seen Maverick standing there.

“Of course, call me if he needs anything,” Hawk said as he looked up at Maverick with sorrow in his eyes and then he moved past him.

“How is he?” Maverick asked.

“I’m not sure. Something happened to scare him into running.” Gunnar looked down at his mate balled up on his lap. He had to fix this, make his mate comfortable once more in his home.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Maverick reached out, grabbing the door handle and quietly closing it.

Not sure he was making the correct decision, only hoping it would work, Gunnar sat his mate on his feet. He knelt in front of his mate and then pulled Nero’s jeans down to his knees.

Gunnar lifted his nutter, setting him on the edge of his desk. He growled when Nero’s small but thick cock jutted out from between his legs.

“We can play the office boss—which is you—sexually harassing his employee, which is me.” Gunnar smiled when Nero’s eyes widened.

Leaning forward, Gunnar ran his tongue over Nero’s half hard cock. “But, Mr. Credence, I really want that raise.”
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Nero squirmed around, his hands resting gently on Gunnar’s shoulders. Gunnar grabbed Nero’s hips, swallowing him deeper.

“O–only if you show me how good you are.” Nero’s head fell back onto his shoulders, a groan echoing throughout the room.

Gunnar pulled back, suckling at the head and then releasing his mate’s delicious cock. “I can show you. Promise I’ll get that raise?” Gunnar smiled up at his mate before engulfing his girth once again.

Nero moaned, trying to push his hips up.

“N–no, I can’t promise you that. Now just do it.” Gunnar could tell Nero was having a hard time putting the proper authority in his tone.

Gunnar lowered Nero onto his desk, pulling his jeans off all the way. He pushed his mate’s legs back, lifted his ass into the air, and swallowed him down.

Nero was keening and thrusting up, pulling at Gunnar’s hair wildly.

“Gunny, Gunny, Gunny,” Nero chanted as his balls drew up, Gunnar massaged his sac as he sucked tighter, drawing the cum from Nero’s balls. “Gunny!”

Nero came down Gunnar’s throat, hot spurts jetting past his tongue, swallowing rapidly to take it all. Once he cleaned his mate’s cock with his tongue, he let it slip from between his lips and looked up.

“Do I get that raise?”

“No, try harder next time.” Nero blushed.

“You little nutter.” Gunnar began to tickle him. Peals of laughter left his mate’s lips as he hiccupped. He seemed to feel better. It was the first time he had heard the musical sound of Nero’s laughter.

Gunnar was stunned at how beautiful it sounded and how it made his chest tighten. Nero was everything and more to him. His mate laid there on the desk looking like an angel that had fallen from Heaven and right into his heart. “So what happened, nutter?”
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Gunnar could see Nero shutting down. He rubbed his hands over his mate’s chest and belly, leaning forward to make soothing noises in his ear once again.

“H–he had the same look Daddy had when he got mad.”

“You know Hawk would never hurt you, right? No one in this house would.” Gunnar pulled his mate up from the desk, holding him close to his chest. The shakes were back, racking his mate’s body as Gunnar held him close. He cursed Nero’s abusive father. “Where is he, Nero? Where does your daddy live?” Nero shook his head. “He doesn’t. He’s cold now.”

“He passed away?”

His mate nodded. Gunnar inwardly cursed. There was no retribution to be had. There was only the job of picking up the pieces he left behind, putting back together his nutter’s life.

“Come on, hot chocolate is in order.” Gunnar helped his mate get dressed and change into a fresh pair of gloves. He opened the office door and led him down the hall to the kitchen.

“Hi, Oyster,” Nero said as he took a seat at the table.

“Hello, Nero.” Oliver smiled at Gunnar’s mate.

“Gunny’s making me hot chocolate. Want some?” Oliver sat down across from Nero. Gunnar watched them as he went about making their drinks, assuring himself his nutter was okay.

It was the first time Nero had invited one of the other mates to join him, so it seemed his nutter was slowly acclimating.

The kitchen remained quiet as Gunnar began heating the milk. He set three mugs onto the countertop and added chocolate powder to the cups. Once the milk was heated, he poured it into the mugs, adding a small amount of cold milk to cool them off some then topped them with miniature marshmallows. “Here you go, nutter, Oliver.” Nero sipped with a look of pure enjoyment crossing his face. “I really like chocolate, but I don’t indulge in it too much. Nope, can’t, have to keep my figure.”