“Smart-asses get double,” Julian yelled back without missing a beat.
Keira smiled shyly at Cole.
“Want some help?” Cole asked her.
She nodded. He drew her close, his hands on her hips. “You are so beautiful, Keira. So gorgeous. If the two of you give me a second chance, I’ll be the luckiest man on the planet.”
He leaned in and kissed her. It was slow to start then built up and up until she was breathless, her heart racing.
“Cole,” she groaned as he released her lips.
“Sh,” he told her. “Let me make you feel good. I need to do this.” He reached for the waistband of her shorts, tugging them over her ass and down her legs. Then he grabbed her panties, doing the same before he crouched in front of her. “Hands on my shoulders while I help you get out of these.”
She obeyed, not caring that he was taking the dominant role in this. That didn’t come naturally to her, certainly wasn’t something she enjoyed. She slipped out of one leg then the other.
“Go sit on the couch, little bit. Spread those legs and show me that pretty pussy.”
She obeyed without a word, her heart thumping, her body on fire. Already her folds had grown wet with desire, her clit tingling with the memory of what it felt like to have him playing with her.
He knelt on the floor between her legs and spread her lips. “What a pretty, pretty sight. Never think I don’t desire you, desire this.”
He lowered his mouth between her legs and her head dropped back on the sofa as he proceeded to make her soar.
23
An hour later, her body still felt like it was buzzing as they pulled out of Joel’s driveway
“Picnic first or shopping?” Cole asked. He no longer drove an expensive sports car, instead he’d upgraded to a luxury SUV, something she preferred. Julian had insisted she take the front seat. He was in the back, behind Cole.
“Picnic first,” Julian said. “Otherwise the food will spoil.”
“Can’t have that,” Cole said. She glanced over at him, thinking maybe she’d see resentment or him looking uncomfortable that Julian was calling the shots. But there was a slight smile on his face.
As though he sensed her studying him, he turned to grin at her. Reaching across, he lightly squeezed her thigh. “Easy, baby. I’m fine.”
She let out a sigh.
“Always worried about everyone else, isn’t she?” Cole commented.
“Yep,” Julian agreed. “More concerned about others more than herself.”
“And she still doesn’t like visiting the doctor?”
“No,” Julian rumbled. “Practically have to hog-tie and carry her there to get her to go.”
“Do you think the two of you could stop speaking like I’m not even in the car,” she said with exasperation.
Both men sent her wicked grins, which was actually worth them talking about her like they had been.
Idiots.
She directed Cole towards the spot Aspen had told her about. When they reached the marked path, Cole pulled over, off the road and they all climbed out.
“Cole, you bring the picnic basket,” Julian ordered. Again, she waited for some resentment or blowback from Cole, but he just did as ordered, without argument. “How long a walk is it?”
“Only about fifteen minutes,” she told him.
“Tell me if your leg gets tired and I’ll carry you.” Julian held out his arm for her to hold onto.
They walked up the incline, Julian slowed down to make it easier on her.
“How did you injure your leg?” Cole asked her, coming up beside her and taking hold of her other arm with his free hand.
She looked up at Julian. His jaw had hardened.
“I tore a ligament in my knee. It didn’t heal well. I think because it was a while before I got care,” she told Cole.
“Jesus,” Cole muttered. “Did you see a specialist? Did you need surgery?”
“No, I didn’t need surgery. We avoided that at least.”
Cole frowned and looked like he was about to ask more, when they reached the crest. The view out over the small town of Haven was magnificent.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you,” Cole told her.
She groaned at his cheesy reply. He winked at her and she was surprised at the happiness in his gaze. He seemed lighter, almost. Maybe saying goodbye to his company had been the best thing for him.
Cole set down the picnic basket and she got to work setting out the blanket with Julian and Cole’s help. They sat and ate the food Julian had prepared, talking about nothing in particular.
After they’d packed up all the food, Julian looked over at her.
“I want you to strip Cole naked.”
Julian watched as Keira’s eyes flared. She glanced over at Cole. The other man gave her a wink then stood and held his hands out to his side. “Baby, second best thing to happen to me all day.”
“What was the first?” she asked, as he held out a hand to help her stand.
“Getting to eat your pussy.”
His wife blushed prettily, and Julian waited to feel a rush of jealousy.
None came.
Keira quickly stripped off Cole’s short-sleeved shirt, revealing his muscular chest. She undid his belt, slipping it open then undoing his jeans.
As she bent to pull Cole’s jeans and boxers down his legs, she revealed his gorgeous cock. Thick and long. Already fully erect. Julian’s body stirred, his own dick hard and aching.
Hmm. Maybe he should have Cole suck him off while Keira sat on his face. Now that was a good thought. When Cole was naked, he stood there straight and proud. And so he should. Because, fuck, he was magnificent.
“Cole, lie down. I don’t want kitten having to kneel while she takes your dick into her mouth.”
They both made noises filled with hunger and longing. He had to reach down to adjust himself. For now, he was directing things. Soon, though, he planned on having them take care of him.
Cole lay on his back while Keira lay alongside him, leaning over his stomach. She took the head of his cock into her mouth. Fuck. That was making him even hotter. Shit.
“That’s a good girl. Suck on him until he’s nice and hard.”
“Shit. Already hard, man,” Cole told him.
“Well, get used to it, you’re going to be that way for a while.”
Cole groaned. Keira took more of him into her mouth, wrapping her hand around the base. She rubbed her hand up and down his shaft. Cole’s breathing grew faster as she licked across the head.
“No coming without permission,” he ordered. “For either of you.”
Cole glared up at him and he gave him a firm stare back. Cole nodded, closing his eyes. Julian knelt down by his head and leaned over him.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered him.
Cole stared up at him through those smoky gray eyes. Julian studied him. Watched him.
“There is no one else but us.”
“Never,” Cole swore. “The two of you are everything.”
“Still don’t know if I can trust you. But fuck I want to.” It was a huge admission for him and before he could say anything else, before he could fucking beg Cole to stay with them forever, he leaned in and kissed him. His kiss was hard. Possessive. Almost angry.
He wanted to claim him. To tell everyone, including Cole, who he belonged to.
He drew his mouth away. Cole’s breaths continued to come hard as he stared up at him. Cole had his hand wrapped around the nape of Julian’s neck.
“Put your hands behind your head,” Julian directed.
Cole grimaced but moved his hands. Julian kissed his way down the other man’s neck to where it met his shoulder. He bit down. Hard.
Claim.
He licked at the wound lightly, sweetly, soothing it.
Possess.
He kissed further down his chest to his nipple, lapping at it the tight bud.
“Fuck. Shit,” C
ole muttered.
“Uh-uh, no swearing in front of Keira. Wasn’t that your rule for me?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t torture you like this,” Cole groaned.
“I don’t know, I seem to recall a bit of torturing.” Julian sat up at a noise, taking a look around their surroundings. Fuck! They shouldn’t be doing this out in the open!
“Julian?” Cole asked.
Julian turned his gaze to Cole. Then to Keira who’d paused. How could he have forgotten about protecting her? What if someone had snuck up on them?
Idiot. If she gets hurt, it will be your fault.
“Get dressed. We’re leaving.”
“Julian? What’s wrong? Did you see something?” Keira sat up, looking around fearfully.
“No. No, baby.” He forced himself to calm. “I just don’t think it’s safe to do this out in the open.”
Understanding filled her face. Cole sat up, staring at them both. “What do you mean, safe?”
“We’re leaving,” Julian barked. “If you want to be wearing clothes when we go, I suggest you hurry up.”
What the hell was going on with those two?
Cole pulled up outside the adult store, wondering at the strange tension in the car. Things had been going well, or at least he’d thought they had. Having Keira’s mouth on his cock could never be a bad thing. Even if he’d been ordered not to come without permission.
This submitting stuff was difficult. He’d had to fight hard to keep himself from taking over. But he could do it. He wanted to do it. He wanted to give them whatever they needed to believe in them.
You can’t help them if you don’t know what’s going on.
He tightened his hands on the steering wheel. He hated this. Detested it.
He had to know it all.
Easy, man. You need to earn their trust and tying them up and demanding answers from them isn’t going to get you want you want, as nice as that thought is.
“We don’t have to do this. We can go home.” Keira looked over her shoulder at Julian worriedly.
The other man had sunk so far into himself, Cole wondered if he’d even heard her. Then he seemed to rouse himself. He eyed Keira.
Cole tried not to let his emotions bleed onto his face, but he was seriously concerned about them.
“No, I’m sorry about earlier.” Julian frowned, as though thinking over what had happened. “I thought I heard a noise and I . . . It’s fine. Let’s go inside.” He abruptly exited the car and then walked around to Keira’s side.
Keira sent Cole a smile. “He’s fine.”
Cole’s scowl deepened. So now she was doing it for Julian as well? Claiming everything was all right when clearly it wasn’t.
“No, Keira, he isn’t,” Cole said in a low voice, regretting it when she flinched. “What is going on?”
Her car door opened, and Julian bent down. “Everything all right? Keira?”
She turned her gaze slowly from Cole to her husband. “Of course, baby. Let’s go spend some of Cole’s money.”
Her voice was overly cheerful, and Julian flinched. “Fuck. Shit. I messed up. Kitten, I’m sorry.”
Keira climbed from the car and walked into Julian’s arms. He squeezed her tightly. Cole stepped out, walking around the hood towards them.
“It’s all right, Julian. We’re all okay. You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?”
“Except for ruining a damn sexy moment,” Julian said dryly.
“Yes, well, Cole might be in a bit of pain,” Keira said slyly, looking over her shoulder at him.
Cole grimaced. “I think that was Julian’s intention. Having heaven wrapped around my dick and then taking it away. Cruelest punishment imaginable.”
Keira managed a grin, but Julian’s face just tightened further, but there was a hint of apology in his gaze. Cole reached over, carefully, prepared for the other man to pull away. He was shocked when Julian let him clasp his shoulder and squeeze.
“Hey, it’s all good, man. Let’s go put a dent in my credit card and then head home, yeah?”
Julian’s eyes roamed the deserted parking lot. “Yeah. I’d feel better if we were home.”
A knot tightened in Cole’s gut.
Patience. It was a virtue, right? Right then, he thought he ought to win a gold medal for how virtuous he was being.
When they left the store forty minutes later, Cole’s hands were laden with bags, Keira’s cheeks were flushed with excitement and a little embarrassment, and even Julian had lost some of that stiffness.
There was an easiness to the silence that filled the SUV as he drove them home. Keira commanded the radio and soon had country music blasting. He grinned in amazement as she sang every word to each song, completely off-tune.
“Keira loves country music,” Julian said, leaning forward. “Loves singing to it as well, even if she sounds like a cat having its tail pulled.”
“Hey!” Keira protested, turning to slap Julian’s arm. “I do not sound like that!”
“Uh-huh. You keep telling yourself that,” Julian said dryly. “I’ve seen cats run when you start singing.”
“Julian! You’re being mean.”
“I’m sorry, baby. Let me see if I can make it up to you.”
Julian undid his belt and slid across the back seat.
Cole had to stop himself from insisting Julian put his belt back on. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel.
He moved his gaze over to Julian and Keira, noting that he’d dragged her top up over her breasts. He squeezed her bra-covered breast as she moaned. Cole glanced around, but there were no cars in sight.
“Julian, your seat belt,” he said in a low voice, no longer able to stay silent. This was about the other man’s safety.
Julian paused. Cole could feel his gaze on him.
“Julian, that’s unsafe,” Keira said quietly.
Julian sighed. “Sorry. Got carried away.”
“Well, Keira’s breasts are enough to bewitch anyone,” Cole said, trying to lighten the mood once more.
Julian slipped back and the light in the dash flickered off, meaning he’d buckled up.
“Keira, move your seat back and pull your breasts from your bra,” Julian commanded.
“W-what? I can’t do that,” Keira protested. “What if someone sees?”
“Sugar tits, do you really think I’d let anyone else see you like that? This is just for us.”
Cole glanced over at Keira, saw her giving him a nervous look. “There’s no one around. Plus, it would be hot.”
A pleased look filled her face and she fumbled with the seat until it glided back.
Then she hesitantly reached up and slid her breasts from the cups holding them.
Cole groaned and shifted on the seat. “You’re torturing me here, Julian.”
The other man let out a snort. “Oh, you’re not the only one being tortured. Fuck me, these breasts are so pretty.” Julian reached his arms over the top of Keira’s seat so he could cup her bare breasts. He played with her pale pink nipples, twisting them lightly.
Keira let out a low moan.
“Hell, yes,” Julian muttered. “My baby is so hot. So fucking sexy. Can’t even keep my hands off her for an hour-long car ride. Don’t you think so, Cole?”
“Oh, yes, I feel like I have a constant hard-on around her.”
“Bet you do after that blow job she gave you.”
“Interrupted blow job,” Cole countered, then wished he hadn’t said anything as Julian paused.
“Maybe you weren’t going to get to come anyway,” Julian finally said.
Fuck. Him. Christ. His balls were so tight it was becoming more and more painful. And those quiet noises of pleasure coming from Keira were killing him. He wanted nothing more than to pull over, drag her to his side of the car, and have her ride him.
“We’re nearly in Haven,” he gritted out.
“Damn,” Julian muttered. “Baby, put your breasts away. But as soon as we get home, you�
�re stripping naked. Both of you.”
Cole’s breath caught. He tightened his hand on the steering wheel once more.
You can do this. You can submit.
Twenty-four hours.
24
“Are you really sure about this?” Keira asked him as they walked into the guest house. Cole was grabbing the bags and picnic basket from the car.
Sure? No. He wasn’t sure about any damn thing.
In fact, sometimes the only constant in his life seemed to be his uncertainty. Well, that and Keira. He’d let down his guard while they were on the picnic. Then he’d overreacted. Scared Keira.
So, yeah. He wasn’t sure of anything. But he did know that around Cole he felt different. Safer. Like he could let down his guard, even if he wasn’t sure he should. Part of him wasn’t sure if that was actually a good thing or not.
What he did know was he wanted to see whether Cole really was willing to do anything to gain their trust again.
“I’m sure,” he told Keira. He pointed at her as Cole brought in the bags and set them on the kitchen counter. “Both of you, head into the bedroom and strip. Cole, I want you on your back with your arms above your head. Keira, you can resume the blow job you were giving him earlier.”
His little minx actually licked her lips in anticipation. He watched Cole carefully. He’d spotted a few moments of indecisiveness during the day. More than a few times Cole had instinctively tried to take control. But, to be honest, he’d been impressed with how the other man handled being his sub. Dominating Cole didn’t come as easily to him as he thought it might. He had no problem handing out commands to Keira, but Cole was a different story. Like his body was wired differently when it came to Cole.
They both turned towards the bedroom. Cole leaned down to whisper something to Keira, who giggled. Damn, he enjoyed the sound of her laughter. For so long, it felt like they had nothing to laugh about.
Then Cole slapped her ass and she let out a squeal. Julian rolled his eyes. He might be playing the sub, but that man didn’t really have a submissive bone in his body.
Julian quickly washed a few things he wanted to play with tonight.
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