by Jayne Rylon
Neil laughed at Dave’s urgency, even if it was a bit raspy.
“You think you could do any better?” Mike slid sideways on the carpet until he was behind Neil instead. “Devon already got off once. You’re going to have to work hard to make her come again. You think you can do that after I put you on the edge?”
“I will.” Neil stared at his wife, who was curled up on their husband’s chest. Her flushed cheeks and bright eyes said she was ready for the challenge.
“I’m always up for seconds,” Devon toyed with the slickness between her legs, proof of how well James had flooded her not long before. “Go, Mike. Get him so fucking hard and eager I can’t help but come on him when he fucks me.”
“You heard her,” Neil rasped at Mike. “Do it. Do me.”
James’s cock twitched where it rested, already half-hard again, against their wife’s hip. Devon and James kissed, then looked to Mike, waiting for him to put on a show that would rev Devon up in time for Neil to finish her off again.
Joe was doing the same for Morgan and Kate, rubbing their clits with his thumbs as he pumped his long fingers in and out of them. Kate reached over and squeezed Mike’s hand. “Hurry.”
Mike did as she urged. He aimed the blunt head of his cock at Neil’s hole, bouncing it off the tensed muscles there until the other guy moaned and thrust his ass in the air. Then he drizzled more lube over his cock and Neil’s hole before he began to work it open.
“Shit.” Neil pounded the floor with his fist. “It’s been a minute since you fucked me last.”
“Too much?” Mike paused, though it damn near killed him not to drill inside and start riding Neil like he knew they both needed. By the time he made it to Joe, he was going to be frantic.
“No.” Neil looked over his shoulder. “It’ll never be enough. I just didn’t think we’d be doing this again…for a while. And now that we are…”
Mike reached around and fisted Neil’s cock, rewarding him for being honest while keeping him hard and ready despite the emotional release he obviously needed as much as the physical one.
Joe took a shaky breath, encouraging Morgan and Kate to smother him with hugs. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take Mike away from you guys or to tear us apart even more.”
Mike growled, then bit Neil’s shoulder so he knew that even if Mike wasn’t there day to day, that didn’t mean he was giving up possession of any of them. “That isn’t going to happen. We’re a crew for life. Right?”
He scanned the room, and everyone nodded. Mike wrapped his arms around Neil and lifted, turning the man so he faced Joe with Morgan and Kate on either side of him. “Kiss him.”
Neil did as he was told, making out with Joe so Morgan and Kate could watch. The women shared a secret smile and rubbed sinuously against Joe. Neil reached out, putting a hand on each of their waists, bracing himself for Mike, who entered in one long steady stroke.
He roared, praying he could find the strength to hold on though he knew the rest of the crew would cover for him if he faltered.
Mike began to pump into Neil. “No drama tonight. That’s not what’s happening here. Focus. My cock, your ass, everyone feeling good. That’s all we’re doing right now. Feeling. Feel this. Trust this.”
Joe closed his eyes for a moment, then nodded before crushing his mouth to Neil’s in a much more primal apology. The sort Mike had intended for him to give all along.
Morgan gasped and moaned. She loved watching Joe with the rest of the crew and she’d come harder for it later, Mike was sure of it. Here, he was every bit the foreman they expected him to be. Nothing felt more right than when they gave him control and he used it to bring them more pleasure than they ever could have imagined possible.
This was what he’d been made to do. And he damn well better not forget, same as he’d lectured them.
Mike leaned into Neil, sinking through the clenched rings of muscle guarding his tight ass. He worked inside bit by bit, easing through any resistance until his balls rested on the other guy’s ass. Mike wrapped his fingers loosely around Neil’s throat and used the grip to hold him steady as he began to ride.
There was something about the way they fit together that guaranteed Mike ended up stroking Neil’s prostate when they fucked in this position. He usually saved it for last, drawing out Neil’s ecstasy before setting him on fire. But not tonight. Not then. All he wanted was to take the man high, fast, so that he could fly with Devon, and James.
Besides, as much as self-control was something he prided himself on, even Mike had his limits. If he was going to fuck all four of the guys who’d also been his part-time lovers for the past two decades, he had to ration his own passion.
It didn’t help when Kate leaned forward, running her hand along his chest and abdomen. He stretched his neck to capture her mouth and bucked harder into Neil, slapping his torso against the other guy’s ass. His balls tapped the top of Neil’s as he began to thrust harder. Kate devoured his grunt and groans, feeding him some whimpers of her own.
Enjoying both Kate and Neil, with the rest of the crew observing, Mike gave them everything he had. He reached beneath Neil, fishing for his cock. And when it bounced against his palm, he closed his hand, giving the guy something to rub into as Mike fucked him fast and hard.
The slippery fluid that coated his flesh made it clear he was enjoying what Mike did to him with every single shuttle of his hips. A steady string of curses interrupted Joe and Neil making out. And when Kate flicked the pad of her thumb across Mike’s nipple, he rammed in deep then froze.
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s all I can take.” Neil whipped his gaze to Devon and James. “Let me fuck them, now. Please, Mike. I have to come.”
Mike cupped Neil’s shoulders, helping him rise up. He wrapped his arms around the other guy and raked his teeth over Neil’s neck, chuckling when Neil’s ass clamped down on his dick. He held Neil steady as he withdrew, though they both gasped when the engorged head of his cock slipped free of Neil’s hole.
“Go. Get them.” Mike released Neil with a little shove in the right direction. Sometimes they were together, and sometimes he had to send them on their way, to do their own thing. Just like in life, the same was true here. He would do best to remember that come morning.
Neil crossed the space to where his husband and wife were nestled against the couch in a movement that reminded Mike of a wolf or a lion bounding toward its prey. He bowled into them and began to devour James even as he laid Devon flat on her back. In seconds, he was buried balls-deep in his wife while he made out with his husband and stroked the other man’s rejuvenated hard-on.
James jerked as if he’d been struck by lightning, and within seconds lost control despite having come recently. His cock spurted, spraying Devon’s hip and Neil’s abdomen. At the sight, Devon’s eyes rolled back. She shuddered and flew apart, wringing Neil’s cock. He didn’t stand a chance.
Neil bucked and shouted their names as he poured himself into Devon, overflowing her as his release mixed with James’s inside her.
“I get it if you need to fuck Kate now,” Joe said quietly as he kept up his slow massage of her from the inside out. “She’s soaking wet and needs you.”
“Like you don’t?” Morgan asked her husband.
“I can wait.” Kate sent him a wicked grin. “A couple minutes more.”
“You think you’re getting off the hook?” Mike stalked around Joe, then sank to his knees behind the other guy before raking his fingers along Joe’s back from his shoulders to his ass.
“Just wasn’t sure you could hold out that long.” Joe rested his head on his wife’s shoulder. Morgan stroked his hair from his forehead and kissed him there sweetly. “I should have known better. You’re the most stubborn son of a bitch—“
Mike didn’t bother arguing. Instead he showed his friend that he’d always have something left for him. He roared as he burrowed into Joe’s lubed ass, possessing him with fierce thrusts he knew the other guy could not only handle,
but would also love.
Of course, neither of them had much endurance left, already pushed to the brink of rapture by the sights and sounds of the people they loved enjoying each other so freely. And that was even before they tended to their wives, who had the power to amplify their desires.
Mike concentrated on making each stroke count, measured and fluid.
It wasn’t long before Joe began to shake in his hold. So Mike pulled out and shoved Joe to his back, dislodging his hands from both Kate and Morgan. Joe grabbed for his wife, barely bouncing on the cushions once before he had her under him and had plunged inside her.
Mike had planned to fuck Kate while Joe did the same to Morgan, and while Kayla, Dave, James, Neil, and Dave watched on, but that’s not exactly what happened.
Because first, Dave roared, then froze in Kayla before they both began to climax.
Their orgasms radiated through the room like a shockwave, setting Joe and Morgan off too.
And only then, with everyone else satisfied, did Mike advance on Kate. She met him smile for smile and held her arms open to him.
As they kissed, surprisingly tenderly, someone—James, he thought—cleaned off Mike’s dick to ensure he was prepared for Kate. He muttered, “Thanks,” without breaking eye contact with his wife.
Wanting to worship her and show her that this week had only made him love her that much more, he asked the crew for help. “I know we had our little party over the phone the other day, but Kayla wasn’t there and, well, it’s not the same when we’re not in person.”
“Are you asking us to help you and Kate celebrate the right way?” Neil asked.
“Yeah. Make this so good for her she never forgets tonight, please.” Mike stroked the hair off her face and tucked it behind her ears as he laid her back against the cushions.
“I could never forget this,” she promised as she looked around, reaching for Joe’s hand on one side and Dave’s on the other.
The guys didn’t wait for Mike to beg, though. Instead, they kissed their wives to let them know they’d be back soon before kneeling in a ring around Kate.
Mike stayed upright on his knees as he lifted Kate’s hips and found her center. He glided into her and sighed as he came home. The rest of the crew worshipped her, James leaning in to lick her clit as Mike fucked her, bumping into the other man’s face on occasion. Dave and Joe began laving her breasts, suckling them and stroking her all over while Joe made out with her.
Devon, Kayla, and Morgan huddled close to Mike. At first, he thought it was for a better look at what was happening, but then they started petting him, massaging his back and ass and rubbing his chest and abs while he made love to his wife.
He wished he really had the staying power they imagined, but there was no way either he or Kate could withstand their combined efforts. Especially not when someone slipped a slender finger in his ass.
But it was Kate, shattering around him, flying in the embrace of his friends while he did the same in the arms of hers, that sent him over the edge.
Mike shouted her name and something incomprehensible as he shot so hard and deep inside her he was worried he might have hurt her. His orgasm seemed endless, wringing him dry of both the physical and emotional energy that had been buzzing within him for weeks now.
And when the last of it drained from his body, their friends were there to settle them both next to each other and bring them gently back to reality.
The nine of them cuddled together, in their pairs and trio but also as one group, intertwined, impossible to break apart. Now or ever.
Mike felt lighter than he had in a while, because this had reminded him that no matter what else happened, they were bonded for life. He squeezed Kate to him and drifted long into the night.
And when people began to adjust themselves, find blankets, use the restroom, then settle in for a world-class slumber together, Dave stretched and yawned. Sleepily, he muttered his thoughts, which weren’t so dissimilar to Mike’s. “Maybe all of us should come out here and help with the Hot Rods project or even Giovanni’s. We could go back, finish up this flip and be done in two weeks. We haven’t made any commitments beyond that.”
“Would you want us getting involved?” James asked without meeting Joe’s gaze, as if he was afraid of being rejected.
Whoa. Mike hadn’t realized the cracks in their foundation ran that deep. The caulk they’d reinforced them with tonight had been necessary and far too long coming. He wouldn’t allow them to make that mistake again.
Fortunately, Joe shut that down fast. “Of course I would love it if you were here. I didn’t dare ask. Or even hope… Would you really do that? For me?”
“Yeah, of course,” Neil answered in a heartbeat, James and Devon doing the same.
“My only concern is leaving Kayla for that long.” Dave ran his hand along her back lovingly.
She cleared her throat. “You’ll have an awesome time. I can hold down the fort at Bare Natural. It’s our peak season, so I can’t stay way for long. It’s bad enough we shut down this weekend.”
Dave winced and hugged her tight. “I’m sorry, babe. You’re right. I wasn’t thinking.”
“I’m serious.” She kissed his cheek. “I can handle it. The crew needs you more than I do right now.”
That wasn’t going to fly. Mike could already tell. There was no way in hell Dave was going to abandon Kayla and putting him in position to choose them over her would be as stressful as it had been for Joe. It had nearly ripped him apart.
“Let’s sleep on it. We can worry about the future tomorrow.” Mike looked around the room at the eight other men and women tangled together. He didn’t want anything to ruin the peace they’d found in each other’s arms.
There would be plenty of time to fuck things up in the morning.
13
The problem with waiting for tomorrow is sometimes it never comes. Or worse, it comes but there are so many other unexpected shit-storms swirling around that you can’t deal with the ones left over from the day before. It had been that kind of year for Mike and the rest of the Powertools crew. Hell, for most of the world, he figured.
He should have known the next morning would bring more bad news.
Agonizing devastation.
And that there wouldn’t be anything he could do to stop his friends from getting leveled by it.
He was lying in their makeshift bed, wrapped in Kate and several someone elses when a buzzing phone roused him from sleep. At first he swatted in the direction of his nightstand before hearing Neil’s oof as his hand connected with some exposed bit of the other guy. “Sorry, dude.”
Mike blinked and scrubbed his eyes. In the background, someone was talking. “No. We’re not home. We’re out of state at a wedding. The resort is closed. Empty. It’s… It’s what?”
He was still trying to make sense of where he was and what was going on when a haunting wail cut through the early-morning peace. They probably hadn’t been asleep for more than a couple hours, the stars still lighting the woods outside as the sun peeked above the horizon.
“What the fuck?” Mike sat bolt upright, that mournful cry sending icy spears through his guts. He’d heard that noise once before, a long time ago. It was Kayla.
She’d sounded exactly that way when they’d found out that Dave had been in a near-fatal car accident, before they knew he would ultimately pull through.
He scrambled toward her in the dark, going purely by instinct in the direction of the sound.
The rest of the crew was moving too. Dave, of course, was already there, gripping Kayla’s arms and holding her up when she would have collapsed if left on her own. “What’s happened? What is it?”
“That was the police.” Kayla swallowed hard, as if she might be sick. Her usually pale skin was nearly translucent, making her tattoos seem even more vivid despite the early morning light. “There’s a wildfire. A bad one. Bare Natural is burning.”
She began to hyperventilate, breathing so raggedly
and fast that Mike was afraid she’d pass out.
“Oh no. No!” Morgan was there beside her in a moment, wrapping her arms around Kayla’s waist and hugging her tight even as Dave surrounded them both in his arms. He attempted to shield them from as much pain as he could. He rocked Kayla and promised her things were going to be all right.
Mike hoped he wasn’t lying.
In the meantime, Joe fished in a basket on the side of the couch and came up with a remote. He turned the lights on very low, so dim they were almost orange. Mike cringed as the group was cast in an amber glow that made him think of sitting by a fireplace. Any other time it would have been soothing, reminding him of the huge hearth they often spread out in front of at Kayla and Dave’s cabin in the woods. Right then, it sent shivers up his spine.
Kate was there, plastered against his side. He clung to her even as he looked around at the rest of his crew doing the same with their partners. Joe flipped on the news and there, in horrific high-definition, was the truth.
The entire mountaintop where Kayla’s resort was perched, overlooking the lake in the distance, was engulfed in flames. This wasn’t a matter of containment or putting it out quickly…it was an inferno eating everything in its path.
Kayla began sobbing, as did James and several other of their friends.
Mike stared in shock. All he could think to say was, “Thank God you’re not there. I’m so grateful the resort was closed this weekend for the wedding. There are no guests, right? No one up there at all, is there?”
Dave shook his head over top of Kayla’s. She was too distraught to hear Mike’s question, never mind respond. Mike thought of his children and how they’d stayed in those woods a mere two days before. Black smoke poured from the blaze.
He plopped onto his ass and prayed, grateful that at least they were all here. All safe.
The reporter droned on in the background. “…believe to have been caused by a lightning strike in the storm that passed through early this morning…”
Mike had been there, loving his crew, hoping he was building some kind of future for them, when in reality everything that Kayla and Dave had worked toward for so long was going up in smoke. How the fuck was he going to make this right?