Neason
Blaecleah could feel his brother-in-law, Asa, watching him closely as they
stacked bales of hay in the barn. He knew he was moving stiffly, slowly. He
couldn't help it. He hurt. Every inch of his back and thighs ached with deep
throbbing pain.
He felt like he
had been beat to crap, and in a way, he had. It had been a stupid move on his
part and he knew it when it happened. He just hadn't been able to stop it.
Sadly, he hadn't been able to enjoy it either.
Neason knew
there was something broken inside of him. The things he craved, the things he
needed more than he needed air, no normal person should ever want them. And
yet, he did, with every fiber of his being.
He got sick to
his stomach every time he went searching for someone to dominant him. He got
physically ill when it was over and he saw the results of his need in the deep
red welts on his body.
He was a sick
fuck and he knew it. He just prayed with every breath that no one else knew
how messed up he was. Neason would be mortified if his folks, or even his
brothers, ever discovered his obsession.
It was his
worst nightmare and it seemed to be coming to life right before his eyes as
Asa kept staring at him. Neason tried to ignore Asa and keep working, pressing
his lips together when the pain became too strong.
He could still
feel Asa's eyes on him. It was a bit unnerving. Asa was a force to be reckoned
with. He was a powerful man who knew what he wanted and went after it. He
wanted Lachlan Blaecleah, Neason's older brother.
Neason was
happy for Lachlan, he really was. He hadn't seen his brother happier than he
had been since he met and married Asa. For that reason alone, Neason hadn't
tried to see if Asa could meet his unique needs. He would never poach on his
brother's lover.
If Asa had been
single, however, Neason would have made a play for the man. It wasn't so much
that he was attracted to the man sexually but that he was attracted to his
strength. Although, Asa was pretty hot.
Still, strength
and power, those were the things that Neason was drawn to, and not just
physical strength but a strong personality. He liked men that knew they were
men and were not afraid to go after what they wanted.
Neason had yet
to meet the man that either wasn't taken like Asa or met his needs and didn't
think he was a complete freak. He'd met a lot of men that didn't mind whipping
the crap out of him. Hence, his current condition. But he'd never met one that
could meet that need and that he was sexually attracted to and that wanted him
just as much. Neason was beginning to wonder if such a man existed.
There was only one man that Neason had met that
filled his dreams perfectly. He was dominant, powerful, and incredibly sexy.
He met every need Neason had and a few he didn't know he had. He just didn't
want Neason, not for the long term anyway.
One night of bliss and then the man slipped away in
the night. Neason had woken to an empty bed and an even emptier heart. He was
still trying to come to terms with the fact that the man of his dreams had
left without even saying goodbye.
He supposed the absence of a note or even a phone
call told him what he needed to know. Benjamin Brody didn't want him for more
than a one night stand. As much as that made Neason's heart ache, he
understood it. He'd yet to find someone that wanted him for longer than a
single night.
"Hey, Neason,"
Asa called out as he walked over. He glanced quickly around then lowered his
voice. "Are you okay, man?"
Neason
plastered a smile on his face. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
Asa's forehead
wrinkled as he frowned. "You look like you're in pain."
"I must have
pulled a muscle or something." Neason shrugged, then inhaled swiftly when the
welts on his back pulled. "It's nothing."
"Well, it looks
like something."
"I'll be fine,
Asa. I just need to take a long soak in the tub after we get done here and get
a good night's sleep. It's nothing to worry about."
"If you say
so." Asa looked skeptical. "But I'm still going to worry."
Neason
continued t smile until Asa shook his head and turned away. Neason didn't
breathe a sigh of relief until Asa started stacking hay bales again. He leaned
against the side of the barn for a moment to catch his breath.
He hated this
shit, hiding who he was and what he wanted from his family. He wished he could
be upfront with them. He wished he had someone he wanted to be upfront with.
He wished a lot of things. None of them seemed possible.
Neason buried
his depressing thoughts and pushed away from the wall. He grabbed the closest
hay bale and lifted it into the air. Almost instantly, shards of pain ripped
through his back. Neason cried out and dropped the hay bale, leaning over it
as he tried to catch his breath.
"You're not
okay," Asa said as he set his hay bale down and walked over.
Neason flinched
when he felt Asa's hand brush over his back. He knew the man was just trying
to comfort him but his hand moved right over one of the deeper welts on
Neason's back.
"What the fuck
is wrong with you, Neason?" Asa snapped. "And don't give me some shit about a
pulled muscle."
"I'm fine."
"You're not
fine, damn it. There's blood seeping through your shirt."
"Shit!"
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