by Leigh Lennon
My hands moved to his ass, cupping it, and his hard cock pushed up against my needy erection. “What time does Dec go to bed?” I asked. I knew this, but it was my way of telling him how much I wanted alone time with him and our girl.
“Is this your way of telling me you’re going to fuck me?” His words were laced with a quality of need when our mouths were in the same space. They were so close, it was a surprise we weren’t touching.
“Well,” I started as I drew out the four letter word, “I’d like nothing more, but that’s up to our girl.”
Bo pushed off me, the corners of his mouth rotating to the brightest of smiles as his deep brown eyes highlighted the joy on his face. “I fucking love that, baby—calling her our girl.”
My lips twisted up, too, and I was almost positive my blue eyes matched the sparkle of his brown ones. “And I fucking love you calling me baby.”
His hand landed on the bottom of my ass. “Well, there’s more where that came from, baby.” He pulled at me, his fingers interlacing with mine. “Come on, babe, let’s go find our girl.”
We only had to follow the high-pitched squeals of Clara and Declan into the kitchen. She’d plopped him on the counter, and they were looking at a funny video about cows on YouTube.
“What’s so hilarious in here?” Bodhi asked, standing in front of Clara with both her and Declan on the counter. He closed the space between us, and Declan never answered him, for his eyes were stuck on Bodhi’s muscular biceps around his mother’s neck, placing a sweet kiss on her head. Declan cocked his face to the side, to me, as I watched this scene play out, my own posture relaxed against the other side of the cabinets.
“Daddy ewe kissy Mommy. Never seed dad ‘for.” He twisted his sweet little face, the same grays that I love in his mother. “Dackity Dack, you no moe Mommy bofend?”
As soon as I’d fallen in love with Clara, I’d fallen in love with her son. If this progressed to what I wanted, with the both of them, I wanted to think of Dec as my son, too, sharing him as a symbol of love with the two people who made him in love, but for now, my gaze moved to his parents.
Bodhi took Declan, placing him on his mom’s lap, standing in front of them. Pointing at me, he extended his arm my way. “Come here, babe.” And as I’d done earlier, my heart beat for both of them, my love extending to all three in my grips. What could I say? I’d fallen in love with Bodhi—yes, I have.
His long arms draped around me as we both stared at Declan and Clara, my body just to the side of Bo’s.
“Dec, buddy, your mommy and I are back together, but we both want Jack to be part of our family, too. Does that make sense?”
He angled his head to his daddy, then moving his gaze to me. “Dackity Dack yu bofrend. You Mommy’s bofrend, and Dackity Dack is mommy’s bofrend.”
“Yes, buddy. You are such a smart little guy. Is this okay with you?” Bodhi asked.
Dec’s lip twisted up on one side like Clara’s when she was in deep thought. “I like dis. Dis mean I dee ewe moe?”
Bodhi popped his gaze to Clara’s, and she shrugged her shoulders. “Yes, but, buddy, there will still be times you stay with me, or you stay with Mommy. But I do think we’ll see each other more.”
“I’a prove ov dis.” He twisted his little head around as much as he could to Clara. “Cad I goes plays dith me toys, now?”
Bo lifted him from his mother’s lap. “Sure, buddy.” He was out of the kitchen when his feet hit the floor. “I’m glad we got the Declan approval.” Bodhi brought Clara into me when his arms wrapped around my waist.
“Yeah, he’s a cool little boy. You two have done an amazing job with him.” My gaze was on Clara, then back on Bo. “And I’m glad to be your bofrend.” They were so close to me, so very close I was able to crash my lips to Bo’s mouth first, then over to Clara.
Her only response had us both readjusting our hard-ons. “Fuck, I can taste Bo on you, babe. I can’t wait until you can taste my pussy on his lips.”
She turned around and left a little too happy about putting a hurting on both Bo and me.
It’d been a half an hour, and Bo and I must have snuck back to Dec’s room several times to see if he’d finally fallen asleep. Savannah and Bryant were holding Clara’s attention, for now, until Bo and I got her to ourselves.
Strong arms wrapped around my neck, the forceful nature of Bodhi’s kisses was sensual, a little jagged, and wild. I twisted my neck to him as far as I could get. “Hey, you,” I stammered, lost in the almost taboo nature of what we were about to partake in. It was a turn-on.
“Guess what, Mr. Calypso?” he asked. I didn’t answer because I was pretty sure I knew. “Dec’s asleep, ready to go to bed?”
I sprang from Clara’s sectional couch like a jack-in-the-box. “Yeah, we’re not getting any sleep, not soon anyway.” I’d made my way in front of him, storming into Clara’s office. “Save your work, foxy,” I ordered. Her head shot to mine, and she didn’t have to be told twice. She was in my arms, both Bo’s and mine, as we walked the short ten steps to her bedroom, ready for where this night would lead us.
30
Bodhi
“Me, in control.” His demand was the norm for Jack, but with it, my cock strained for freedom.
“Sir, yes, Sir,” Clara sounded off, and with her submission, at the moment, my dick could come from what my mind was imagining.
“You on the bed,” he demanded of Clara, “and lie on your side.” He walked over to the dresser he used when he was at Clara’s and pulled something out, tossing it at her.
“Oh, fuck,” I emitted.
She picked it up, inspecting it from top to bottom as though she’d never seen a vibrator before. I also threw another item her way. This she inspected even more, and I had a feeling she’d never seen it before.
“We’re going to take you, and we’ll claim your ass. But because both Bodhi and I are rather endowed, you’ll need that ass opened a bit so we don’t hurt you.” I was grinning from ear to ear at the compliment. “But we’ll work toward that eventually.”
Picking up the vibrator again, she turned it on, a smile plastered on her face at the speed of the device. “Don’t worry, we’re not going to forget you. We’re both going to claim your pussy, but for now, I want you to watch me as I fuck Bodhi,” Jack explained.
My guttural response was a loud moan, and all I wanted to do was stroke my throbbing cock. I began to unzip my jeans, and he waved his index finger to me. “Don’t you dare touch yourself, asshole.” His mandate made me want to push him, and with a sly crooked grin on his face, he knew what I was doing. I was methodical, pulling my pants down, my boxers coming with them.
He emptied the space between us, pulling at my cock. “You want to jack off, I’ll do it.” There was a hoarseness to his voice, a strain he couldn’t contain. When his touch connected with mine, he wasn’t gentle, but I didn’t want gentle. His tugs were accompanied with pain, and I welcomed every bit of friction and ache he brought with it.
I was close, so close, and when his touch disappeared from me, I understood this was my punishment for not obeying him. His pleasure reached my ears with a loud, evil cackle. He’d not stopped his plan, for us, when in one fluid motion, he’d pulled off Clara’s yoga pants.
“Don’t you dare play with yourself.” It was another warning as he bent down to taste Clara. I readjusted myself to watch every lick and taste as he devoured her. “Ah, ah, ah.” It was what I heard just as she exploded all over his tongue.
“You let her come?” I asked, almost a challenge.
“Yeah, she didn’t disobey me.” His attention moved to Clara. “Mount him and ride him, but don’t make him come, or the vibrator will be taken away and the butt plug will be used.”
One could call Jack a sadist. Maybe he was, but at his demands, I wanted to be a part of his evil plots.
Clara lowered herself on my cock, and her pace sped up as Jack’s strong arms helped her momentum. After every ten to fifteen strokes
of her tight pussy on my cock, she pulled out, the laughter from behind her filling the room.
The last time she had pulled off, Jack ordered, “Okay, foxy, lie next to Bo.” He grabbed a condom and the lube. “I’ll work you, but I want to plow into you because I’m almost positive you get off on this kinky shit.”
He had no idea. “Okay, foxy, start with the vibrator on your clit, but don’t come until I say you can. All of us are coming at the same time.”
He bent over and bit one of my nipples. “You like the pain, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I added. He’d pushed into me with such force, and I welcomed the pain. He was large, and I was tight, and I could feel every part of him within me.
“Fuck, Bodhi, it’s official,” he said, and I didn’t know what it meant.
“What’s official, babe?” I asked, for clarification.
“I’ve fallen in love with you, and I’m not letting you go. Neither one of you.”
“I need to talk to you.” Jack was direct so often, I didn’t blanch at the idea of yet another talk. It was just Jack’s way, and as he’d fallen in love with me, I returned the same feelings.
I reached for his hand, kissing it, and placed our linked fingers on Clara’s bare chest. She was between us, but I felt just as attached to Jack at the moment as I had with Clara.
“I need to be honest with you because I’m not sure about the two of you, but I think we’re building a future together.”
“It’s what I want. Clara, honey?” I asked.
“Yeah, I can’t be without either one of you. I need you both in my life.”
Okay, so that was that. What else could be said? “I’m not going to beat around the bush. I’m damaged, and I suffer from PTSD and have in the past. I watched my whole unit get killed as I was trapped in the vehicle, and my past sometimes comes back to haunt me.”
He was putting it out there, and I respected the man. I’d never known how he lost his leg, but now that I knew, I’d do anything to heal him.
“The thing is, I want a family, and I want it with the both of you.” I turned my attention to Clara, who had a couple of tears falling down her face. She knew where this was going, but I had no idea.
“I can’t have kids, but I’ve always wanted them. I was too ashamed to admit this because I knew I couldn’t give Cami and Dane the family they wanted. They assured me any baby would be mine, too. I told them I didn’t want children and kept everyone at bay. But the bottom line is, I want a family. And I hope that any baby you and Clara have together, you’ll let me parent alongside of you.”
I had to be as close to him as I could. His eyes glassed over, and he wouldn’t look in my direction. He’d let go of my touch. I moved around the bed, sitting next to him, and grabbed Clara’s hand. “I know I can speak for Clara when I say any child we have, that we make in love, will be yours because your love is what healed us.”
I cupped his cheeks, and my confident man had to be coddled, and in a matter of seconds, Clara scooted over, and we cocooned him on each side. “I’m never letting you go, Jack.” It was what he needed to hear, but more so, it was what he needed to believe.
31
Clara
We were never without one another. We rotated from my house, to Jack’s apartment, then to Bodhi’s place. It was starting to wear on Declan, as having a routine was the first foundation for anyone on the spectrum.
“We need to make some decisions.” I declared after we’d decorated our Christmas tree, watching the movie Elf, a tradition for Declan and myself.
“You mean for Christmas?” Jack asked. Christmas was less than a week away, and we’d been going strong and serious since the night we were all three together.
“I guess,” I returned, angling my neck to my shoulder with a shrug. “But I was mainly talking about how all this shuffling around isn’t good for Declan. We’re always together, and I think we need to make our living arrangement more permanent.”
Bodhi sat up from where he was lying with his head on Jack’s lap and his legs on me. He was the biggest of all of us, yet he was lying on us. “Triple C, are you serious? I mean, I’m game, but it seems rather quick.”
Jack’s interest was still on Buddy, the elf, though with the small turn of his head, just slightly, he’d heard what I said and Bo’s reaction to it.
“First, I know all about living with you, Bodhi Chambers. You leave the toilet seat up, you make a mess of mass proportions, and you snore. You know what it’s like to live with me. I’m a bit moody.” To that, he let out his no kidding groan. “And I’m always late, and I cook four things over and over and over again.”
Jack turned his attention to us, but it wasn’t his words which had stilled the conversation. Declan was lying near me, apparently wanting to be part of the conversation. “I likey dis ide-ea.”
“Jack?” I asked, he was still staring at me. “We’ve been together as much as we could from the beginning, and…”
“How about we make plans for Christmas, then make plans after the first of the year?”
It wasn’t what I was expecting from him, yet again, this was the methodical nature of my man.
“Um…” I barely croaked out. “What do you suggest for Christmas?”
Without being bogged down by Bodhi’s fat head, he stood, disappearing in the master bedroom, and emerged with three presents wrapped in festive holiday paper.
“It was a surprise, but I wanted to do something for you all.” Declan was the first person tearing open the pretty wrapping.
“No, way-eeee. I love mickety mouth.” It was a stuffed Mickey Mouse, and I was confused until I saw the toy holding a ticket. “We goe see Mickety Mouth?” Dec asked.
“Yeah, we’re going to see Mickey Mouse.” I spun my body to Bodhi, and he was as stunned as I was. Hell, I was as stunned yet excited as Declan.
Bodhi was in the bathroom when I crawled into the middle of the bed close to Jack. He’d been silent since my discussion, and we weren’t able to talk about much more with the excitement of Disney World, and Declan losing his ever-loving mind.
“Jack, babe, you weren’t as open to the idea of finding a place to live together, all of us, like I’d thought you’d be.”
Propped up against the headboard, he was reading a book in his sexy glasses. “Yeah, you just caught me off guard. I’m not against it, but I don’t have the history with you that Bodhi does.”
I readied my body, next to him, my hand turning his head to me. “Jack Calypso, are you a little bit jealous?” I teased.
“Just nervous. What happens if you decide you don’t need me anymore?” he asked.
“Ah, you silly man, don’t you know you’re the cement that holds us together? We were nothing but two people living separate lives. You make two parts, completely whole.”
His stare was on me, his question looming in the air. “And what if you realize you no longer need the cement?”
Bodhi had snuck out of the bathroom, and his answer was out of his mouth before I could process what was happening. “It’s impossible, baby. Cement is the basis of any good frame. You are the groundwork we build everything on.” Jack’s mouth crashed to Bodhi’s, and the conversation was over.
32
Jack
My door opened, and when I peeked over my reading glasses, expecting Emily with my mail, it was Clara, holding all my parcels. I’d had a hard time getting back on track after our trip to Disney World, especially with the anticipation we’d be looking for a new home for the four of us.
Pushing my chair back, I stood and quickly closed the space between us. I tossed the few letters and small packages from her hands, and as they hit the floor, my lips touched hers. It was a sweet kiss because if I’d attacked her like I had wanted, I would have already pushed down her jeans and been licking her sweet pussy.
“I love you showing up in my office like this.” I bent down quickly to pick up an envelope with a familiar name on the return label, causing my heart t
o beat a little faster than normal, and unfortunately not as a result of the woman near me.
With a shaky hand, I opened it, leaving everything else on the floor as I moved over to my couch in front of the windows. I fell back on it and pulled out the thick invitation, beads of sweat breaking out on my forehead on the cold, wintry day.
“Jack, honey, what’s going on?” I had heard her, but the words hadn’t penetrated the memories being pushed back to the day when my Jeep flipped over, my leg pinned under the shrapnel as everyone in the convoy were picked off, with each shot that had pierced through my mind.
The invitation read:
Some are gone, but never forgotten.
The late Captain Mitchell Burns would have been so proud to announce the nuptials between his daughter Willow Marjorie Burns,
To Evan Christopher Watkins.
Please join Mrs. Shelby Burns and Mr. and Mrs. Christopher Watkins as they join their families together.
The invitation was simple enough, paying homage to my best friend who’d been killed in the accident that took my leg. All the details and logistics of the wedding were listed below but all on my mind was the fact that Willow, who’d been just ten when her dad had been killed in action, wouldn’t have her father there to walk her down the aisle. As my mind turned to this thought alone, I simply reacted when a strange arm connected with me.
I was instantly back in combat, and I pushed the person trying to hurt me as far away as I could. When a loud wail broke me from my trance, I stood, finding Clara on the floor, and when I tried to help her up, she only cowered from me.
She’d ran to the bathroom in my office with the click of the lock after she closed the door behind her. I hadn’t had an episode in years. Even when I’d left Cami and Dane, it wasn’t because I was a hazard to them or the girls. With a light tap on the door, there was no response.