Free Tempestuous Relations by Amanda Young Page B

mounting, his body aching to release his seed.
    Warmth flooded his groin and spread outward in short, sharp pulses as his body gave in to the inevitable. Dom threw his head back and bit into the inside of his cheek to stifle the sound of his release. His body clenched in rhythmic waves, spilling every drop he had to offer while he trembled through the electric current running roughshod over his body. The mouth around him eased its ministrations, softly cleaning him of the final weak spurts.
    With one last shiver, Dom pulled free of moist heat and tucked himself back into his pants. He whispered a quiet “thanks” and bent to retrieve his ball cap from the floor. Nearly eye level with the glory hole, his curiosity pinged. A sudden desire to see the man who’d provided so much pleasure nearly overwhelmed him. He knew he shouldn’t peek. There were a ton of very good reasons for why he shouldn’t snoop.
    Dom turned his head to the right and looked. Heat drained from his face and then returned with aplomb as eyes the same shape and color as his own stared back at him. “What the fuck? Mason?”
    A flurry of movement took Dom by surprise. The stall next door slammed open, followed by frantic footsteps trailing across the tiled floor.
    Reacting out of pure instinct, Dom burst out of the stall. He didn’t know what the fuck was going on but he planned to find out. “Mason. Wait.”
    The man by the sinks froze with his back to Dom. His shoulders sagged beneath a thin white cotton tank top. “Christ, Dom. Can’t we just pretend this never happened?”
    Dom’s pulse thundered in his ears as he circled the other man. “How am I supposed to look at you and not remember today? You’re my brother, for fuck’s sake. And I… And you…” Dom shook his head, trying to dislodge the sweet sensation of his twin’s lips wrapped around his cock, swallowing his cum.
    “ Please.” Mason’s watery gaze lifted. “This was a mistake. I don’t—”
    “ Damn right it was,” Dom interrupted. Before he could say anything more a middle-aged man with a receding hairline stepped into the restroom. A young boy held the man’s hand like a lifeline. Dom shot the man a disgruntled look and then returned his attention to his brother. “This isn’t finished. We’re going to talk about this when I get home. You can count on it.”
    With those final words, Dom strode out of the restroom.
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    Dom aimlessly drove around town for hours. The scenery whizzed by, ignored and unseen, as he fought with his inclination to drive home and put his fist through his brother’s face. Violence was better than giving in to his desire to reenact what had happened earlier.
    Although he’d been furious at first, something had subtly shifted within Dom. The rage he’d felt dimmed, leaving behind the nauseating realization that he’d brought the encounter on himself. It was Mason he’d overheard mentioning the glory hole to one of their friends. Dom had simply believed Mason was going there to take care of the same urges Dom himself yearned to sate. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought Mason would be the mouth on the other side of the hole.
    However, now that the line had been crossed between brother and lover, Dom’s mind was having trouble differentiating between the two. Memories of the way they’d fooled around as kids came back to him in full clarity. He’d always believed boys experimented together, that what they’d done under the cover of darkness was perfectly natural. Now he wasn’t so sure. Maybe there had been more than curiosity behind those first youthful touches.
    To his disgust, thoughts of his twin’s mouth kept him half hard all evening. The harder he fought to block the vivid recollections the stronger the images and feelings grew. Mason was his twin—the other half of his soul—not some nameless, faceless hookup to be used for Dom’s gluttonous needs. He couldn’t understand why he was suddenly so