by Lane Hart
“Good. So, you’re not making a big deal about last night. I told him you could handle it. Cory thought you might act like he took advantage of the situation in the heat of the moment.”
“I begged him last night,” I recall as my cheeks flare up with heat. “How could I blame him for taking advantage of me?”
“Oh, I remember you begging.” Selina smiles as her eyes drift closed again. “It was so damn hot to watch. Can we do it again?”
“God yes,” I groan in relief. “Fuck. Thank you, baby girl,” I say when I roll her to her back and kiss her, making her giggle.
“Morning breath!” she warns.
“Don’t care,” I mutter. When I realize she’s probably talking about my own, I slide my lips down to her neck to give her a break from it. “Next weekend?” I ask against her soft, wildflower-scented skin.
“Sure,” she says, sounding out of breath. “And since he came here this weekend, we could go to him. If you want?”
I lift my head to look down at her face. “Really? You wouldn’t mind?”
Reaching up, she cradles my face in both of her hands. “Abel, you deserve to be happy after hiding what you want for so long. If Cory can give that to you, then I’m all for it, even if it means leaving me behind.”
“I’m not choosing him over you,” I assure her.
“Maybe not today, but…”
I cover her mouth with mine, using my tongue to shut her up. Morning breath be dammed. Then, I grind my morning wood between her legs until she’s lifting her hips to try and put me inside of her. When I pull back, I say, “No matter what you think after last night, I’m not pretending with you. I still want to be with you. What you feel right now between your legs isn’t a lie, baby girl.”
“I know that,” she whispers. “But it’s okay if you think about him sometimes when you and I are together. I know I won’t be able to stop thinking about the two of you last night…”
I groan at the memory, and then with a flex of my hips, I’m sliding inside of her tight, wet heat, unable to wait a second longer.
“God, you feel so good,” I tell her as I start to move, thrusting in and out a little harder each time.
“Yes, Abel!” Selina cries out. Her fingernails dig into my ass, reminding me of Cory’s hands on me, and thank fuck her walls clench as she starts to come already because I can’t last any longer. I replace my cock with the fingers of my left hand to finish her off when I pull out and jerk myself off with the right one.
Selina is sexy as hell squirming under me, her hands gripping her gorgeous tits, her head tossing back and forth on the pillow as she lifts her hips, riding my fingers.
“So fucking hot and perfect,” I say. Her increasing gasps and moans are music to my ears as I come on her stomach, knowing every sound she makes is authentic.
My girl loves sex so much that it’s never an act with her but the real deal. She’s only ever been 100 percent genuine with me, so however angry I was about her hiding her past with the Rebel Henchmen, well, I forgive her. How could I not when she’s even cool with me and Cory and would probably do literally anything for me? The overwhelming way I feel about her right now in this moment, well, it has me saying words I haven’t told anyone, ever.
“I love you so fucking much, baby girl, you have no idea.”
Her eyes open, looking nearly black with how turned on she is, but still, she wasn’t too far gone to not hear me. They even start to glisten when she says, “Abel…I love you too.”
“Fucking knew it,” Cory suddenly announces loudly over our gasps and moans.
My head whips over, finding his wide shoulders filling the bathroom door, steam rolling out around him. Damn, I never heard it open. He’s wearing a pair of gray dress pants and a fresh, wrinkle-free, black button-down, his duffle bag clutched in his hand. His hair looks nearly bloodred, damp and slicked back.
What the hell? He’s already dressed and shit like he’s leaving.
Then I remember what he just said.
“Knew what?” I ask him.
He chuckles dryly and shakes his head as he starts for the bedroom door. “That you love pussy and want to pretend last night never happened. Message received, loud and fucking clear.”
Shit. He must have heard us and thought, what? That I wanted him to see and hear us together to try and push him away?
“Cory, wait!” I yell for him as I scramble off the bed naked, not bothering to waste a second putting on any clothes.
“You didn’t need to put on a show for me since I was leaving anyway,” it sounds like he grumbles when I finally catch up to him in the hallway.
I grab his shoulder and pull him to a stop while pushing his back against the wall. Or, he lets me position him there since he’s big and strong enough that he could’ve easily shrugged me off if he wanted. God, isn’t that one of the things I love about being with him? That he can overpower me. It shouldn’t be hot, but it is, and my cock twitches with interest even though it was just sated.
“Why are you leaving already?” I ask, pressing both of his muscular shoulders to the wall but keeping a few inches of space between us instead of rubbing my wet dick on his fancy pants. Since he’s wearing shoes and I’m not, I have to look up a little further than usual to try and see his face. He’s not making it easy with his bristly red chin raised stubbornly.
“I get it, okay?” he grits out, his jaw clenched tight. “You told her you love her, and it was a onetime thing with me, then promised her it wouldn’t happen again, right?”
“That’s not what I said,” I assure him. I grab his chin roughly to tilt his head down, forcing him to look at me. “I told Selina I love her because I do. I thought I did before, but I knew it for sure when she said she also wants a repeat of last night.”
“Huh?” he mutters, sounding confused.
I hang my head and take a second to finally catch my breath since he’s at least listening and not bolting. The son of a bitch is doing what he expected me to do to him. Instead of waiting for me to flip out, he must have decided to get a head start and avoid the heartache. I get it, even if it’s fucked-up. He did the same thing the morning after the first night together in the hotel.
I glance back up at his face, still held steady by my hand on his chin. “Do you have any plans next weekend?”
“Next weekend?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?” His baby blue eyes narrow suspiciously.
“Because I want to see you. We want to see you.”
“I’m not driving back down here. I have finals and shit.”
Is that true or just an excuse?
“So, I guess you don’t want Selina and I to come visit you either?”
“You want to come visit me? Next weekend?” he repeats slowly.
“Yes.”
“Both of you?”
“I would prefer both of us, but if you insist on it just being us, then I’m greedy enough to take you up on that too. I think Selina would understand.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
I finally release his face and bark out an embarrassed laugh while gesturing at the front of my body where my dick is still slick with Selina’s juices and ready to get down to business again. “Why do you think, Cory?”
“I’m not ready to let you…” he starts before I grab the sides of his face and attack his mouth, shoving my tongue through his pursed lips, forcing his head back hard enough to leave a dint in the wall.
“Shut the fuck up,” I say against his lips between kisses. “Fuck me. Don’t fuck me. Just say I can see you next weekend, even if you insist that we keep our clothes on. I would do it too, but it would suck.”
His lips finally part with a sigh, and then his tongue is thrusting against mine, wet and hungry, making me so turned on that I groan, wanting to rub my cock against his leg or push him down to his knees, anything for some relief.
Before I do either of those things,
I pull back to try and slow shit down. Cory doesn’t help when he tilts his head and his damp mouth latches onto my neck, sucking on my skin, reminding me of having his incredible mouth sucking something much lower. “Like we could last two minutes without our clothes coming off,” he finally replies softly.
“You’re probably right,” I agree. Grabbing either side of his face, I force his head back to cover his lips with mine again. “Go get naked and get back in my bed.”
Cory laughs and then pushes me away with his palms on my chest. “I wish, but I, ah, I do need to get back. Call or text me to talk about this weekend?”
“Okay,” I reply.
It’s not a definite yes, but it’s definitely better than no.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Selina
“What did I do to deserve this feast?” Abel asks when he sits down at the table that evening for dinner. There’s steak, corn on the cob, zucchini, and squash with hot, warm yeast rolls right out of the oven.
“You make me happy,” I tell him simply with a smile. “And last night was fun. I wanted to spoil you a little because of how proud I am of you, the way you handled things last night and trusted me enough to let me be a part of it.”
“Yeah? That’s what this is about?” he asks with a crooked grin.
“Well, when I was at the grocery store wasting time to give you and Cory time to yourselves, I started grabbing ingredients and supplies. This was the result.”
“You didn’t have to do all of this for me, Selina. A sandwich with two different meats is a score in my book.”
“Yeah, but I love cooking for you.”
“And cleaning, and doing my laundry,” Abel says. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to do any of that shit.”
“Abel, you take care of me, so I want to do the same. And it’s not just for you. I’ve always liked doing domestic things for others. It gives me a sense of purpose. I came from a big family where someone always needed me…”
“You miss them?”
“Of course I miss my sisters and brothers. My parents I barely know. I didn’t mind having to be a caretaker. It just hurt to not have my efforts appreciated by anyone. The younger kids were just kids, thinking about themselves. No one thought about me.”
“I’m sorry, baby girl.” Sliding his chair back from the table, he reaches for my waist and pulls me down to his lap. “Tell me how I can appreciate you.”
“You’re doing it right now,” I assure him with a smile. “And you also do it very well in bed.”
“There has to be something else. You gave me the push I needed to invite Cory over. I can’t repay you for giving me that much confidence and freedom to do what I wanted without caring what anyone else thinks. Now, talk to me. Tell me what you’ve always wanted. What are your dreams? Because if it’s within my power to give it to you, I will.”
“You already taught me how to ride a Harley. That’s something I never thought I would do,” I remind him.
“A day of showing you the ropes is all you needed from me. That was nothing.”
“An entire day of your time to go with me to Cape Cartwright and haul things back, then hours of patiently teaching me how to ride without getting angry or throwing in the towel is priceless. It’s more than anyone else has ever given me in my entire life.”
“That’s just sad,” Abel says. “But I’m glad I could be the one to give it to you.”
“Me too,” I tell him.
“Still, I want to do more for you.”
“Well, maybe you can help me find a job? Bartending is okay, but I sort of snuck in with the catering company during the wedding, so I won’t be getting any more jobs with them. I have to find something.”
“The clubhouse already has a bartender, but I’m sure Leo would be happy for you to fill in for him some.”
“Sure, but that only sounds part-time at best. I need to do something every day to feel productive, to earn enough money so that I’m not leeching off of you.”
Abel chuckles. “You can leech off me all you want. But I think I know what you mean. Tinkering with a bike in the garage is all I need to make me happy. You want to be useful?”
“That’s it exactly.”
“And you enjoy cooking and cleaning?”
“Yeah, I really do. I want a house full of my own family one day. Maybe just one or two kids at the most so no one ever feels ignored.”
When Abel’s tan skin goes a little pale at the mention of having children, I quickly tell him, “It doesn’t have to be soon! Just eventually.”
“Eventually? As in a few years from now?”
“Don’t worry. I’m only twenty-five. I have at least five or ten years before I have to start worrying about babies. Unless you never want to have any, like ever?”
“I hadn’t really thought about it until recently,” he says. “Winston, one of the other Kings, just had a baby with his woman. Roman’s trying to knock his wife up. I didn’t really think I would ever be the type to settle down because of the confusing shit in my head…”
“You didn’t want to be with a woman and keep secrets from her, and you also had to wonder if you would prefer men to women, right?”
“Yes, to both. I still don’t know the answer to the second question. It’s new and exciting with Cory, but still, it feels like the score is even. If I had to choose between you or him from now on, I don’t think I could do it.”
“You don’t have to pick one or the other, Abel,” I reply.
“Don’t I?”
“Not if we both know about each other and agree. If the three of us are all okay with the situation, then that’s all that matters.”
“Maybe. But back to my thoughts on the future. Kids, yeah, I guess I wouldn’t mind having a few with someone I love when I’m older and more responsible.”
“That’s good to know,” I tell him with a huge smile as I remember him telling me those three words this morning.
“Until then, I do have an idea how you could have your full house.”
“Yeah? How’s that?” I ask.
“Would you want to work somewhere like at a bed-and-breakfast?”
I don’t have to even consider the question. “A bed-and-breakfast would be perfect with more direct interactions with guests than at a big, chain hotel.”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. There are plenty of those around here on the coast too.”
“I’ll start calling around on Monday,” I tell him. Giving him a quick kiss, I say, “Thanks, Abel. Now eat your dinner before it gets cold!” I climb off his lap so he can dig in.
“Yes, ma’am,” he agrees as he glances over the spread on the table. “Although, I may need bigger jeans when I’m done.”
Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I massage my thumbs in his hard muscles, then lean down to whisper next to his ear, “I promise I’ll help you work off the calories later.”
Abel groans and slumps in the chair. “If I weren’t starving, I would drag your ass back to bed right now.”
“Eat,” I tell him.
“I’ll save room for dessert,” he replies.
“But…I didn’t make any,” I say in confusion as he finally picks up his fork. Damn, should I have bought the ingredients to make him a pie or at least picked up a frozen one?
Abel chuckles. “You didn’t need to make any because I’m going to be eating you for dessert, baby girl.”
“Oh. Then I can’t wait,” I tell him with a huge smile.
Cory
Fuck, I wanted to go back and get in Abel’s bed more than anything. So why the hell didn’t I? Because he told Selina he loved her, and I heard the truth in his words. For some reason, that fucked me all up, and I just had to get out of there.
I had already decided before I got a shower that I was going to leave. I just assumed Abel would still be asleep when I came out, saving him any embarrassment about talking or thinking about last night if he didn’t want to.
Guess he’s not as
hamed at all. At least not to admit what he wants to me and Selina.
My thoughts are so focused on Abel and the night before that after I get back to my apartment, I do something I’ve never done before.
I cancel all of the hookups I had scheduled for the next week. The one with Trevor, the star basketball player on Monday night; Aaron, the Olympic hopeful swimmer Tuesday afternoon; and Hayworth, the big football oaf on Friday because I do want Selina and Abel to come see me.
Hayworth probably won’t take that well since I told him I had to go out of town this past Friday.
Too bad. He’ll get over it.
Even more shocking than Abel’s reaction was the fact that he was calling me the next day.
“Hello, gummy bear,” I answer.
“Don’t call me that,” he says. The angry demand is followed by a long pause where he waits for me to do all the talking. I don’t. “So?” he asks with a heavy, exasperated sigh because I won’t say anything.
I grin, knowing exactly what he’s asking with that one word. Still, I’m going to make him say it. “So, what?”
“Do you want us to come this weekend or not, jackass?”
“If I can’t call you gummy bear, then I don’t want you calling me jackass.”
“Fine, Cory, do you want me and Selina to come to your place Friday or not?”
“Let me check my calendar,” I reply just to irritate him. His grumble of annoyance echoes through my ear and does shit to me that I can’t even explain. “Schedule looks clear.”
“You’re fucking with me on purpose, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I reply with a smile he can’t see. “Anything else going on?” I ask since he’s still quiet. “You could’ve texted your question and saved yourself the trouble of having me jerk you around.”
“Maybe I miss you being aggravating as fuck.”
In badass biker speak, I assume he just said he missed me.
“Are you seeing, ah, anyone else this week?” is his next question.
I consider telling him I canceled my meet-ups but decide it will be more fun for him to squirm. “You know I am.”