by Rayna Stone
“Oh fuck,” John muttered. “Sorry about that, son. I talked to her the entire flight, but there really isn’t any way to corral this.” John shrugged and sauntered further into the house. “Ryan, you got a beer for me?” he boomed.
It took a moment for anyone but James’s mom to reanimate, but Ryan was first to react and he broke into a beautiful smile. “Sure, John. Glad you’re here.” James stood stunned as he watched Ryan take his dad to the living room and his mom usher a helpless Alexa into the kitchen. Oh fuck is right. No wonder his parents were so happy. His mother had probably already bought them a crib. And he knew where he was putting it. Oh fuck.
Dinner was progressing nicely, the table was a mess of food, and the stories were mostly of when James was little. It seemed Alexa had relaxed when she noticed everyone enjoying the meal she spent all day making, and James was grateful that his parents made a point to keep the conversation away from focusing on her, and thankfully, babies. He’d told them about her past, so they didn’t interrogate her or put her on the spot in any way. Instead, just like he knew they would, they brought her into the family by making her laugh and putting her at ease.
Alexa checked her watch and jumped up from her seat, “Sorry, sorry, I have to run out for a moment. I left my dog at my house for the day, and I just want to check on him and let him out for a bit. I’ll be back soon.” She leaned over and gave him a kiss under his jaw and then did the same with Ryan. He was surprised she felt comfortable enough to do this, warmth hitting his chest as she rushed out of the house.
As soon as she was gone his mother got up and started clearing the dishes. “I’m gonna tell you right now that you better hold on to that girl, boys. I don’t think she said more than four words during dinner, but the look on her face broke my heart.” She was shaking her head the whole time, marching back and forth from the table to the kitchen like she was on a military mission. James knew better than to help right now. She needed something to do, and any interference would not be appreciated.
“She was absorbing those stories, James. Absorbing them. She never had anything like that. Not the parties or the friends. She didn’t get into the kind of trouble you could laugh about later or joke with your pals about.” His mother whirled around so fast the green-bean casserole flew off the plate she was holding. “She didn’t even know what the hell a Slip ’N Slide was. What kid has never felt the sheer pain of going down a Slip ’N Slide and getting skinned or going over a rock? It’s torture. It’s fun. It’s a goddamn rite of passage! And she wasn’t even jealous. She was curious and interested, but mostly, she was just happy that you had that.”
That was his girl, happy that James had a good childhood. He smiled as he got up to help his mother clean up, deeming it safe now to start calming her down. He heard his dad start to chuckle while he talked to Ryan.
“She a smart one, had an escape route all ready.”
Ryan was refilling everyone’s drinks and rolling his eyes. “Yeah. She probably had an entire document done up somewhere giving her multiple exit strategies, the timing of the various courses, topics of conversation. She wouldn’t leave much to chance if she had her way. Sometimes I try to find her spreadsheets just so I can throw in variables she hasn’t thought of to see how she’ll react. It’s. Awesome.”
James smiled with his mother, listening to Ryan and his dad laugh. He had to admit, it was. “I’m really glad you like her, Mom. I’ve got to admit, I’m glad you and Dad support Ry and I in our decision to bring her into our lives. It means a lot to me.” James gave his mom a hug and put an arm around her shoulder to escort her back to the table. The dishes could wait. This visit was about being together, he didn’t want his mom scrubbing all night.
“Why wouldn’t we support you?” his mother asked, looking baffled.
James huffed in surprise as he sat back down. “Well, that whole, ‘you can’t have your cake and eat it, too,’ thing. Not everyone would support a threesome. I didn’t know if you would or not. I thought you might think that what Ryan and I have is great, which it was, and that we should leave well enough alone. Adding a third could have caused problems. It’s not like it hasn’t for plenty of other people.” James said all this like he was talking to toddlers. Really, it was common sense, wasn’t it?
Barb waved her hand in front of her face. “Oh pish. You’re both bisexual. We knew that you would eventually need a woman to fulfill your lives. To deny that part of yourselves is denying half of who you are. What’s the point of that? And I hate that saying. I never understood how that started. You bake a cake to eat a cake!”
“Oh fuck,” John mumbled.
“I let you eat your ding-darned cake didn’t I? It’s when people go to the bakery and start eating all the cakes that they get into trouble. Or they go after other people’s cake. No. You get your own friggin’ cake and then that’s the cake you eat. And you enjoy it. You love it. You eat that cake and—”
“Barb, I think they get it,” John said to the ceiling in exasperation.
James heard Ryan laughing softly, but he was still trying to mentally scrub his brain of the last few minutes and find his jaw from the floor. He was never eating his mother’s cake again. Goddamnit. Right then the door opened and Alexa came bounding into the room. “Okay, Precious is all set for the night. Everyone ready for the pie? I have pumpkin, but I found a great recipe for a peanut butter one on the Internet.”
Still chuckling, Ryan piped up, “Actually, angel, I think it’s cake for us from now on.”
“Fuck,” John mumbled.
“Damn straight,” Barb said.
“Jesus,” James snapped.
“Oh, not the peanut butter,” Alexa asked, obviously mourning the loss and more than a little confused.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Alexa was nursing a snit over not getting to eat her peanut butter pie when Ryan took her hand and led her down the hall to the master bedroom. “Why don’t you go get cleaned up and put in your number two plug.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “We’re in the mood to play tonight.”
Well. She’d been in the mood for peanut butter pie, but did she get any? No. Whatever, she thought as she obediently turned around and went into the bathroom. She was the submissive here, but that didn’t mean she had to be graceful about it. She could hear Ryan quietly laughing through the door at her sulking as she threw her clothes around and closed cabinet doors a wee bit too harshly. She wasn’t brave enough to actually slam them, she didn’t want to risk never getting that pie, but really, she wanted peanut butter bliss and got a butt plug instead. It deserved a bit of drama in her opinion.
Alexa had become adept at inserting the damn things since, truth be told, they weren’t that big a deal, and once she was cleaned up and plugged up, she walked into the bedroom wearing her nightgown. It was a silk number that floated to right above her knees in pale lavender with thin straps. Since the men tended to just get her naked as quickly as possible and have her sleep that way, she didn’t bother with elaborate lingerie.
James and Ryan were waiting for her by the bed, Ryan organizing bottles on the nightstand. James held out his hand for her. “Come here, baby, and wipe that pout off your face. As it is you’re going to have to wait quite a while for your orgasm.” He smirked. “Were you stomping around in the bathroom, too?”
Alexa bit her lip. She had actually. Oh well, she could handle waiting, right? That didn’t sound bad. And he didn’t look mad, more like amused. Still, she felt the need to explain, so she guiltily whispered, “I really wanted that pie. And we didn’t even have any cake! Then nobody even ate any dessert at all,” she finished, even more confused. Really, it still didn’t make sense to her.
“If you’re good, we’ll make sure you get your dessert, baby. We take care of what’s ours, right?” James’s voice picked up authority at the end and Alexa knew he didn’t just want an answer. He wanted to know if she understood.
“You always take care of me, James. Both of you
.” And she reached up to put her arms around his neck and kiss him. James immediately took over and tilted her head just the way he wanted it so he could slowly invade her mouth. She moaned while he brought her body flush against his own and held her securely, just enjoying the simplicity of a kiss with one of her men. One of the times when he was letting her have free rein to touch him and feel as much of his body as she wanted.
She broke the kiss to taste his jaw, run her tongue along his stubble and let it prickle her face. She squeezed the muscles of his neck and shoulders while she slid her hands back down, hoping she’d get a chance for more, but she was cut off from that exploration when he grabbed her waist and pulled her away from his body.
“Strip. I want you on the bed on your back. You can touch us all you want when we’re finished with you. You know the rules, baby. We get what we want first.”
Alexa loved how gruff his voice got when he was turned on. And she loved giving him whatever he wanted, so she stripped and climbed onto the bed, noticing for the first time that they’d pushed the blankets to the bottom of the bed.
Ryan came over to help arrange her flat on her back right in the middle, pulling a pillow down for her to lay her head on. He brought the special leather wrist cuffs with him that they had made for her and secured them on her wrists and then pulled out the thigh cuffs that fit her mid-thigh and secured them as well, but he didn’t restrain them to anything. When she gave him a confused look, he just smiled at her and reached for the oil on the nightstand that could be used as massage oil or lubricant.
“Legs together, honey.” As he climbed over her to straddle her thighs, James pulled straps from under the sides of the mattress and began to attach them to her wrist cuffs, making sure she was stretched out wide enough that she couldn’t do much more than squirm, but not so much that there was any strain on her arms. Then he, too, began to get undressed. Alexa licked her lip and squeezed her thighs together under Ryan as he settled on top of her. He leaned over, his piercing blue eyes practically glowing in the light. “Tonight we’re going to show you something special. Something we’ve wanted to show you for a while now.” He licked a trail of fire from her shoulder to her ear where he whispered, “Do you want to know what it is?”
Alexa’s head was nodding before he was done asking the question. “Yes, Ryan,” she breathed, trying to lift her chest to meet with his.
The bed dipped as James joined them and crawled up behind Ryan. He grabbed Ryan around the waist with one arm and put his other hand on her belly, right above her pelvis. It was a touch with weight, with possession, and when he leaned over Ryan’s shoulder and pinned her with fierce dark eyes, she knew it was ownership. “We’re going to show you how much we love you, angel. We love every inch of your body, baby. But we’re in love with everything about you.”
Alexa froze. Every cell in her body just stopped in order to memorize this moment. She wanted to brand every feeling those words gave her forever in her heart and her mind.
James lifted his hand and started to rub Ryan’s nipple with his thumb. It was hypnotizing. “I think it’s time to pull her out of her head, Ryan. She’s going to hyperventilate soon.”
Alexa hadn’t even noticed that she was huffing away like a freight train trying to hold her tears at bay, but he was right, it was time to get control of herself. She watched Ryan start to drizzle the oil over her breasts in a random pattern. “Tell me what you’re thinking, angel,” he asked.
She looked into James’s eyes and then Ryan’s. “I was trying to memorize this moment. The way the sheets felt on my skin. The way my cuffs pulled on my wrists when I tried to reach for you.” Alexa noticed both men squeezed her with their thighs when she said that. “I was thinking about how gorgeous you look sitting above me like that. Both so different but still so beautiful.” Her breath caught in her throat as she choked out, “God I’m lucky.”
“I just felt so happy and safe that I was thinking, ‘I wonder if they’ll ever know that.’ Will you? Because it’s true. I’m thinking right now that I want to tell you that I love you, too, that you mean everything to me. I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time. I just didn’t know how. I’ve never said that to anyone before.” She was frantically searching their eyes, back and forth, needing them to know how much she cared but not knowing if she was ever going to be able to give them the right words.
James lifted off her legs in one swift move and was beside her in a flash. He had his hand around her throat, cuffing her, turning her to face him, and his eyes were millimeters from hers in the next instant. “Say it again,” he demanded.
God, she wanted to touch him. She tried to tilt her face closer but still couldn’t reach. “I love you, James.”
He gave her neck the smallest of jerks, and with a deeper voice asked, “And you’re staying with us? Because you’re it for us, Alexa. This is our future, our life. You don’t take that away from us, yeah?”
Whelp, that did it. Nobody could hold the tears at bay after that. She was only human after all. At least they were the silent, streaming type that she could talk through. She could be thankful that small saving grace she supposed.
“I can’t believe I have the gift of you. I’m gonna hold on to that like the miracle it is, James. I won’t leave you. I’ve read too many books and wanted to slap too many bitches for walking away from a good thing. I know I’m not perfect and I know I have some problems, but I’ll hold on with both hands if you will.”
James let her throat go to do just that, hold on with both hands. He muttered, “Jesus,” and grabbed either side of her face before he kissed her with such intensity she could almost believe he’d hold on forever.
As soon as James released her, she felt a tap on her waist. She looked up to Ryan’s brilliant eyes and smiling face. “Now my baby’s getting it.” He glided his hands up her sides as he lowered himself and smoothed his hands into her hair. “Give it to me, angel,” he whispered on her lips.
“I love you, Ryan. So much. It’s beating with my heart. Can you feel it?”
“I feel it, baby. I feel you,” he said as he rubbed his chest to hers and ran his tongue over her bottom lip before sealing their mouths together.
She could feel him, too, gliding through the oil on her body, his cock pulsing against her belly making her notice just how warm and wet she was getting. Alexa groaned into Ryan’s mouth, aching to deepen the kiss, but he broke it off and sat back up, eliciting a whimper from her instead. He started to massage the oil into her breasts, taking care to twist and tug her nipples just the way she liked, until she was a slick and panting mess beneath him.
James had resumed his position behind Ryan, and he watched Ryan work her as he began to stroke Ryan’s cock using the same oil. “Watch me take him to the edge, honey. Watch how good he is at controlling himself for me,” James commanded.
She was watching all right. James was gripping him much harder than she would have thought was comfortable, but Ryan was breathing faster and the muscles in his body were twitching. His cock was slick and shiny, so fucking hot, watching James jack him off like that was more exciting than being touched herself right now.
A bead of pre-cum formed at the slit, and her mouth watered to have it, to be the one to take it, but James swiped it away and massaged it into the head with his thumb in quick circles. While he did, he handed Ryan a Hitachi vibrator and flicked it on. The hum of vibration stifled the sound of their combined breathing. She watched in fascination as James started to pump Ryan’s length in earnest.
Ryan lightly placed the vibrator on Alexa’s collarbone and let it slip in the oil to her breast. It tickled for a moment, until he hit her nipple, and then her eyes rolled back and the zig went straight to her clit. She clamped her legs together and made some sort of sound she didn’t recognize. He just kept making circles around her hardened nub and then figure eights to include both breasts. Ryan made sure to keep the pressure from light to hard and before she could even think, “Bob’s your uncle,�
�� she thought she might come.
“Oh God, I wanna come. Please, please let me come.” She started to chant her “pleases” and squirm around, but every time she moved, Ryan took away her new favorite toy.
“You have to wait. You were pouting. I think you can hold out a bit longer,” he teased. Well, he didn’t know her very well. She couldn’t. She really couldn’t. When he took the vibrator away from her nipples only to place it on her mound, right over her clit and rub, for only a second, she thought she was going to burst into tears.
“I’m sorry. I’ll never pout again. Never, ever, ever. I’ll make you cake and eat my vegetables,” she whined.
James shook the bed a little with his silent laughter, but he was still torturing Ryan, so at least he didn’t find it funny. “Okay, Ryan, I’m ready to move this along,” James said. Well, she thought, as long as he was ready.
Ryan breathed a sigh of relief when James released him. Apparently he was a little more on edge than she’d thought. Good. She wasn’t the only one. Ryan unsnapped her cuffs and got off her legs as James lifted up and spread her thighs. “Flip,” he clipped, and she immediately rolled over, taking every opportunity to rub her skin on the sheets. James got on his knees between her legs and sat back on his ankles. She felt him grab her by the waist and slide her up his thighs, then impale her on his shaft, deep and snug. They were molded together with her bottom nestled to his pelvis when Ryan lay beside her and started running his hand through her hair.
“Jesus, you feel good,” James told her. He wasn’t moving, just settled inside, and she was enjoying the feel of being stretched around him. “I love seeing how you take me. Watching your tight cunt part for me.” He squeezed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, nudging her plug with his thumbs. “I’m gonna love watching you take me here, angel.” Alexa shoved herself back onto him further and groaned, the image forming in her mind. She wanted that to. She wanted to feel him there.