by Lane Hart
“Fuck yeah,” Ian groans before he pulls himself all the way out of me, making me whimper at the loss. “Oh, you’re not getting my cock yet,” he informs me. “We’re gonna make you wait at least half an hour to come like you made us wait for you tonight.”
Even though I’m hot and horny from going weeks without sex, half an hour doesn’t seem all that long to have to wait. But then Gabriel’s tongue swipes through my folds, making me cry out in pleasure as my legs tighten. I shamelessly rock my hips toward his mouth and try to fuck his tongue, only to have it taken away too.
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ!” Ian cries out so suddenly I hang my head to look between our bodies. Gabriel’s on his knees at the foot of the bed and he’s leaning forward so that his wonderful mouth is now covering half of Ian’s cock. When I lower my hips, my clit grazes his hard shaft, sending tingles all through me.
“Nuh-uh,” Ian says between pants when he squeezes my hips and lifts them up in the air. “You’ll get off when we say you can, baby girl.”
“Please!” I beg as I grab the comforter in either fist when Gabriel’s tongue returns to torture me. His hands squeeze my ass cheeks and his thumbs press into my cunt as he licks and sucks me furiously.
“Ah! Oh my god!” I scream, unable to keep the words inside when what he’s doing feels so damn good.
“That’s enough!” Ian shouts over my cries, immediately causing Gabe’s mouth to stop. I could cry because I was so, so close. “I get to come first tonight,” he tells me when he grabs the back of my hair to cover my lips with his while keeping my hip in a tight grip so I can’t move my lower body. His tongue is a wild, crazed machine that attacks my own. And I don’t think his muffled grunts and groans have anything to do with how amazing our kiss is. Based on how Ian’s body’s rolling under me, if I had to guess, Gabriel is going to town on his dick.
Just when I’m about to whine about wanting it inside of me instead of Gabriel’s mouth, a thumb rubs and presses to my clit. I’m not sure if it’s Ian’s or Gabe’s but I’m grateful for the touch.
After that, there are so many sensations I can’t keep track of them all. Ian’s cock penetrating me only to be taken away and replaced with Gabriel’s fingers or mouth. And then Ian’s yanking me up his body to suck on my neck and then lower until he has his lips around my entire breast. Yet the whole time, both men seem to know right when I’m on the verge of coming and stop with their ministrations to keep me from tumbling over that edge I’m so desperate for.
Ian eventually rips his mouth from my breast to throw his head back and shout a string of curses to the bedroom ceiling. The cords of muscle in his neck are bulging as his strong arms flatten me to his sweaty, trembling chest.
“Please!” I scream as he pants through his release, needing one of my own.
Lips press against the side of my breasts and along my ribs, right over my tattoo before Gabriel’s weight is pressing me down onto Ian. He lifts my hair to kiss and bite into my neck when someone’s cock, I think it’s Gabriel’s, slams inside of me to the hilt.
“Thank you!” I gasp the last coherent words I’m capable of speaking for a while.
Gabriel
Being with Quincey and Ian again feels so fucking good, like puzzle pieces finally snapping into place.
There wasn’t even a hint of jealousy when he was inside of her and not me because I knew it was just a matter of time. And I was right. Ian wanted my mouth on him, and I was happy to oblige. I can still taste him and Quincey on my lips as I take her from behind, and it’s a damn good combination.
She’s wet and tight and amazing. The only thing that makes it better is when Ian reaches around to grab my ass cheeks and squeezes them on every deep thrust.
At first, I thought he was crazy for wanting it all, me and Quincey, but now I get it – the best of both worlds.
Once Quincey comes on my cock with screams the neighbors are sure to hear, she collapses limply on Ian’s chest, which makes it easier for me to lean down and kiss him. His grip on my ass tightens as our tongues duel and I can’t last any longer. Pulling away from him, I sit back on my knees to grip Quincey’s hips during the last three blissful strokes before I’m completely spent.
“Wow,” I say between gasping breaths as I climb off of the Ian and Quincey mountain to stretch out on the bed next to them. “That was well worth the wait.”
“Hell yes it was,” Ian agrees as his palms stroke up and down Quincey’s back.
“Why haven’t we done that in over a month?” Quincey asks when she turns her head on Ian’s chest to look at me with a smile on her face.
“We were trying to build something here that’s not founded on sex,” I remind her.
“Right,” she says. “Why can’t we build it on sex? Because that was so good, I don’t want either of you to ever leave this bed again. I may tie you to it in your sleep,” she jokes.
“I agree. We have to do this more often,” I respond. “Physical intimacy is an important component of any relationship.”
“Amen,” Ian agrees. With Quincey draped on top of him, the way he touches her, I don’t think he’s ever looked so happy and at peace. I knew she would be good for us.
“You look like you belong on him,” I tell Quincey as I reach out to rub my fingers over the irises on her ribs.
“Will you two stay over tonight so I can see him on you?” Quincey asks with a smirk.
“I don’t think I could move if I had to, baby girl,” Ian replies. “But how the fuck do you sleep with that noise coming from upstairs?”
“It’s not easy,” she grumbles. “The punks usually quiet down around two or so.”
“They do this shit every night?” I ask in disbelief.
“Yeah,” she answers.
“That’s it. You’re both moving in with me,” I tell them. “My loft is big enough for all three of us, and it’s quiet.”
“Maybe in a few months,” Quincey says. “I promised myself I wouldn’t rush into living with a man too fast and then end up homeless again. But I would love to have a sleepover sometime.”
“Sleepovers sound good too,” I tell her. “Ian?” I ask since he hasn’t said a word about it.
He’s quiet for several long moments, before answering. “We’ll need to tell the table first, but yeah, then I want to move into the loft with you.”
“Deal. Let’s get it out in the open at the next meeting.”
“I think I’m ready,” Ian says with a nod. I lean over and place a soft kiss of gratitude on his lips because I know how big a step this is for him. It’s huge, and he’s willing to take that chance for me.
“I bet you two are going to feel so much better after you get this off your chest. Nothing feels worse than trying to keep a secret,” Quincey says with a smile. “I hope the Kings are supportive.”
“They will be,” I assure her and Ian. “Just wait and see. Everything is going to work out so great that we’ll wish we had just told them months ago.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Quincey
“I’m glad you came over,” I whisper to Gabriel over Ian’s sleeping head. He finally passed out before me for once. The three of us are still lying in bed; me in just a t-shirt and panties and both men still naked. “And you were right. He did need that.”
“Yeah, me too,” Gabriel replies softly. His head is propped up on his elbow as he watches the other man sleep. He looks happy but a little sad that Ian’s facing me, and his heavy arm is thrown over my waist instead of his.
“Did you know he talks in his sleep?” I ask him.
“No. This is only the third time I’ve been with him while he’s slept,” Gabriel responds. “He grumbled some the night at the beach, but nothing I could understand.
“Watch this,” I tell him with a wink as I let my fingertips roam up Ian’s chest until I get to his tattoo where I gently scrape my nails over the wings.
“No,” Ian grunts and bats my hand away without opening his eyes. “Gabriel�
�s eagle...” he trails off before slipping his hand under his face and breathing heavily again.
“What did he say about me?” Gabriel whispers.
“He refers to his tattoo as your eagle,” I tell him. “And I’ve noticed that he doesn’t really like for me to touch it even when he’s awake.”
“Really?” he asks with one side of his lips lifting in amusement.
“You’re important to him,” I explain. “Remember that even when he doesn’t know how to say it. You’re important to me too,” I add. “No matter what happens, I’ll always think of you when I see your irises on my ribs.”
“Thanks, Quincey,” Gabriel replies. He places a kiss on Ian’s back and tells me, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
Ian
Last night I slept like a baby between Gabriel and Quincey; and for the first time since I was released, I didn’t wake up at six a.m. It was perfect, being with them both without any shame or guilt. I didn’t realize how much I missed touching both of them until I could finally do it again.
You can bet your ass that I won’t be stopping anytime soon either.
The three of us sleep in since Gabriel and Quincey don’t have to be at the shop until eleven and I still don’t have to report to Avalon for a few more weeks.
Even our morning routine is smooth, the three of us showering and getting ready together like we’ve done it a million times.
I wish we could do it every day, but I understand Quincey’s hesitancy to move in with me and Gabriel. That doesn’t mean I won’t be crashing with him as soon as we come clean with all of the Savage Kings.
“Gabriel, if you want to go open up, I can go grab the three of us some lunch and meet you there,” Quincey offers since she’s ready first, her curly hair tamed by a ponytail and her fine ass dressed in a short, flowing, black dress that dips low into her cleavage. Gabriel and I were both having a cup of coffee, still trying to get awake as we sit on the stools at her kitchen counter.
“That works for me,” he agrees with a grin. And I fucking love how him and her seem to be getting along. It’s not forced, and there’s no jealousy. It’s just…easy.
Quincey gives us both a quick peck on the cheek, and says, “Lock up behind you!” on her way out the door with her purse.
“You’re gonna come join us, right?” Gabriel asks me after she’s gone.
“Yeah,” I assure him because there’s nowhere else I would rather be.
“Guess I better head out then.”
“I’ve got to gas up, and then I’ll meet you there,” I say as we wash our coffee mugs in the sink and then turn off all the lights in Quincey’s apartment before stepping outside into the cool coastal morning.
When we’re standing between our bikes, it feels like I should hug him or kiss him goodbye even if I’ll see him again in fifteen minutes. But I don’t do either of those things.
“Drive safe and see you in a few,” I tell him as I grab my helmet from the handlebar, glad none of Quincey’s neighbors stole it last night.
“I love you,” Gabriel responds before I climb on my bike. “And you don’t have to say it back because I know it will probably take you a while to figure your shit out.”
“I…” I start as I turn to face him.
“Don’t,” Gabe stops me. He grabs either side of my cut and pulls me up against the front of his body. “Don’t say anything you don’t mean.”
“I was going to say that I’m working on it. That’s all.” His gorgeous face is disappointed, and I hate putting that look on it. But before I can try and figure out what I can say to make things better, from above us I hear, “So fucking gross! Nobody wants to see that fag shit out here.”
When I try to turn around and look up to see what dumbass is running their mouth, Gabriel jerks harder on my cut. “Just ignore them,” he says quietly. “They’re ignorant and don’t even know us, so they’re not worth it.”
“Did you hear me, you fucking queers? Take that nasty mess somewhere else!”
“How the hell can I just ignore that?” I ask him.
“Because prison sucked, and you don’t want to go back. Remember? You cannot violate your probation, Ian.”
“Yeah,” I say as I close my eyes to take in a deep breath through my nose and then let it out of my mouth slowly. “I don’t want go back to prison. The food sucked and I could only see you once a week.”
“That’s right,” Gabriel says as he presses his thigh up against my dick. “So, get on your bike, drive straight back to the Savage Ink and I’ll see you there.”
“Okay,” I agree with a nod.
“Okay?” he repeats.
“Yeah. I’m good,” I assure him.
“You should leave first,” he says when he finally lets go of my cut so I can turn back to my bike.
And I swear I had every fucking intention of doing exactly what he said…until the first drop of moisture lands on my bare arm and then Gabe and I both have to jump backward into the parking lot to avoid being drenched by the yellow, foul-smelling liquid that’s hitting our bikes.
“Stay here!” I yell to Gabe as I throw off my helmet and race toward the stairwell. I take the steps two at a time to reach the second floor where I find the three frat boy wannabees. They’re still hanging over the balcony when I jerk on the backs of two of their shirts, one in each hand and slam them into the wall on the other side. Then, I go for the fucker still zipping up his pants, ramming my fist into his face so hard he nearly falls backward over the rail. Killing him is a nice thought, but I would definitely end up in prison for that shit. So, I decide to just shove him to the ground and then rain blows on his fucking face.
Someone punches the back of my head, but then a black boot appears from the corner of my eye to kick the shit out of them. Of course Gabe didn’t listen and followed me up.
Can’t say I’m all that surprised when I hear sirens a few seconds later and know we’re fucked. Up here on the second floor we’re sitting ducks with no escape unless I want to break both ankles when I jump down from the balcony.
So, when the men in blue come charging toward us with guns drawn, I put my hands up and don’t even try to resist when one of them slaps metal cuffs on my wrists and Gabriel’s.
“Thanks for getting us out,” I tell the blonde lawyer in a pantsuit who I now know is Elizabeth Townsend, Cooper’s wife, when the two of them post our bail later that night. “Where’s Gabriel?” I ask when I glance around the police department’s waiting room. I haven’t seen him since we were in the holding cell together and he was taken to give his statement to one of the officers after I got back.
“Gabriel’s not getting out,” Coop says to me. “Abe and Chase have gone to talk to Jade and see if she can help pull any strings, but it’s not looking good.”
“What? Why the hell not?” I ask. “It was a miracle you busted me out on bail with the probation violation shit pending, so getting Gabe out should be easy.”
“We didn’t post a bail for you. You were released. And there’s no bond for Gabriel,” Elizabeth explains with a sigh. “He’s already accepted a plea bargain and insisted on starting his sentence now instead of getting a reporting date.”
“What the fuck is she talking about?” I ask Coop while jerking my thumb at his woman, who isn’t making any sense.
“Somehow Gabe worked out a plea with the district attorney,” Cooper explains before his wife chimes in with more legal bullshit talk. “Gabriel pled guilty to two consolidated counts of assault inflicting serious injury, which are Class F felonies; and in exchange, they dropped all of the charges against you.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. He can’t fucking do that! I’m the one who assaulted those motherfuckers. Me! All Gabe did was back me up.”
“I honestly don’t know how in the world he pulled that off or why,” Elizabeth says. “He should’ve waited to consult with me or another criminal attorney before signing anything. If I could talk to him and he agrees,
I’ll try to have a judge reject the plea agreement on the grounds that he wasn’t provided adequate counsel before signing it and that no one had explained to him his constitutional rights.”
“Go do that!” I tell her. “Do whatever you have to do to get him out of here right fucking now!”
“Calm down,” Cooper warns me with his hand pressing down on my shoulder.
“How the hell am I supposed to calm down when I don’t know what’s going on with Gabriel? I need to see him and figure out what the fuck he was thinking,” I say before I shove Cooper to the side so I can march up to the cop window. “Hey. Hey!” I exclaim and pound my fist on the glass when the female cop on the other side ignores me. “I need to get in to see Gabriel Cross!”
“Visitation hours are on Wednesdays and Saturdays from eight a.m. until eleven a.m. No exceptions,” her annoyed monotone voice says through the speaker.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I exclaim, pounding my fist on the glass again. “It’s only Saturday night! Just let me in to talk to him for five fucking minutes.”
“If I let you in before Wednesday, it’ll be for a disorderly conduct charge, sir,” she tells me. And I consider going for it, getting the charges just to get back in the cell with Gabriel.
“Come on,” Cooper says when he grabs my arm and starts pulling me away from the window.
“No! I’m not leaving until I see Gabriel,” I say when I jerk out of his grip.
“You can’t see him today, but as an attorney, Liz can. So, calm the fuck down and get outside before you fuck up and get arrested again! You can’t help him if you’re locked up too!” Coop yells at me when he shoves me toward the exit.
“Tell Gabe to tear up the plea!” I yell to Liz on the way out. “It was all my fault, and there’s no way I’m going to let him go down for it!”