by S. M. Shade
“Hmm,” Abby hums when Airen hooks his fingers under my waistband, removing my underwear. His heated eyes slowly travel over me until they meet mine, while his hand slips down to fondle me.
“Airen,” I gasp. He grips me tighter, his stroke firm, my moans spurring him on. My head falls back and I close my eyes, crying out in surprise and pleasure when his lips wrap around me, drawing me into his hot mouth. It takes every ounce of my concentration not to come immediately. God, the sight of him with his mouth full of me is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
“Airen, fuck,” I moan, winding my fingers in his soft hair. His movements are slow, almost timid, and I realize what’s worrying him. “I’ll warn you,” I reassure him softly. The pace increases as he becomes more confident. “Fuck…Airen…it’s so good,” I growl. His cheeks hollow and fill as he draws me in farther, sucking harder until I can’t stand anymore.
“Stop,” I pant, pulling his hair.
He grins, obviously satisfied with my reaction, and crawls leisurely up my body. “I want to watch you make love to Abby,” he murmurs, biting my earlobe. “Will you take care of our girl?”
I knew he was a voyeur. “Of course I will. She’s so sweet.”
“Show her you love her…then make her scream,” he says with a wicked grin. Abby’s eyes widen when we both turn to gaze at her. Airen grabs her ankle and tugs her down between us, making her giggle. “I believe Joseph has something for you, darlin’,” he says, nipping at her breast.
Her skin flushes and she averts her eyes when my gaze sweeps up and down her naked figure, drinking her in. “Abigail,” I murmur. “Such a beautiful body.” She’s small and curvy and so soft. My lips and tongue worship her neck and breasts before I kiss her, drawing her tongue into my mouth to savor her sweet taste. Her soft hands slide down my back and over the curve of my ass, her tongue hot on my ear as she licks and nibbles. She cups my sack and tugs gently, forcing a moan from my lips, before her hand grips me hard. A firm suck on her nipple has her arching into me, tugging my hair.
“Be warned.” Airen chuckles. “She likes to pull hair.”
“Rip it out, baby,” I breathe, staring down at her as she wraps her legs around my waist. I can’t wait any longer. I’m desperate to be inside her. She gasps, a long drawn out moan flowing from her lips when I enter her, so slowly. She’s perfect. Tight as a fist. “Oh, Abby, you feel so good.” I circle my hips and delve deeper, needing to feel every warm inch of her.
I feel Airen’s hand stroke down my back and across my ass while he kisses her ear. “Feel it sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice husky. “Feel how much he wants you.”
“Joseph,” she whimpers. Fuck that’s a sexy sound. Silky walls clench around me as her hands grip my ass, urging me into her faster, harder. Her head is thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, every muscle in her body pulled taut. She moves with me, frantic and relentless, completely out of control, a slave to her body’s demands. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Her face softens with a look of such vulnerability, and I hold her tight as she cries out her pleasure, tucking my face in her neck before I’m overcome by my own world shattering climax.
Airen
Abby cradles Joseph’s head against her belly while they recover. His fingers trail across her navel. Watching them has left me speechless. Their nudity pressed together, his ass, her breasts, the look of bliss on her face and contentment on his. I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I do the two of them at this moment.
Abby smiles lazily, motioning for me to join them. “Are you okay?” she whispers, running her fingers through my hair, concerned about my feelings after seeing them together.
“Better than okay,” I assure her, planting a kiss on her temple. She turns and plunges her tongue between my lips, rubbing her fingers across my bulge before yanking my underwear down where Joseph takes over removing them. I’m shoved down onto my back. I fucking love it when she gets so worked up, and I was worried she wouldn’t let go like this with the both of us.
“Oh, Joseph,” she breathes, gazing at me while I lie naked and on display before them. “Isn’t he gorgeous?”
“Sexy as fuck,” he agrees, his voice hoarse with lust, those luminous green eyes sweeping over me. Blood rushes to my cheeks as they explore my every nuance and crevice. First with their eyes, then with roaming hands, soft lips, and warm, wet tongues. They pounce on me. Joseph’s hand closes around me, forcing a groan from my throat. I can’t take much more. I almost came just watching them. Abby’s mouth closes on my nipple while Joseph licks slowly up my length, his lips wrapping around me.
“Fuck,” I growl. Abby’s hot tongue delves into my mouth as Joseph really lets me have it. My hand fists his hair while my other pays homage to Abby’s breasts, kneading and massaging. Christ, it’s never been like this. He moves so quickly, and all I can feel is the heat of his mouth, the pressure of his lips, the stroke of his tongue. I can’t hold back any longer.
“Joseph,” I warn, panting and trying to pull his head away.
“Mmm,” he moans, the vibration sending shockwaves through me. My hips are gripped so tight, held down so I can’t escape. Fuck, I can’t fight it anymore.
Abby’s soft voice is in my ear. “Give it to him, Air. It’s okay.” With a mind of their own, my hips surge forward, and I fall apart under his expert mouth.
When Joseph releases me, I instantly turn and pull Abby into my lap, plunging into her, still half hard. She shrieks at the unexpected penetration, moaning when I lengthen and harden inside of her.
“Ride me,” I growl, reclining on the bed with my hands on her hips. Joseph kneels behind her, his hands sliding around to caress her breasts while she moves and grinds against me. He sucks the nape of her neck, and slides a finger between her legs. She cries out almost instantly, rocketing into another orgasm, her walls clamping down and pulsing around me. God, she feels fucking amazing, so tight and scorching hot.
She rears up and comes down on me so hard I expect to see an imprint of my ass in the mattress. I watch Joseph pull her head back and thrust his tongue into her mouth before his hand closes over my sack, kneading firmly.
“Fuck!” I arch into Abby as the world drains away and is replaced by pure, mind numbing pleasure. Abby collapses against my chest, panting while Joseph’s fingers play up and down her spine. We lie in silence, limbs entangled, sweat drying on our bodies.
Abby plants a gentle kiss on my lips. “I love you,” she says, her eyes focused on mine.
“I love you, too, my sweet girl.” Joseph snores, breaking the moment, making us both chuckle. Abby pushes a sweaty curl from his forehead. It’s a small tender gesture that displays the love she has for him. I know how she feels.
“Do you really feel okay about this, Air?” she whispers. “Now that we’ve actually done it? Did it bother you to see him with me?” I take a second to drink in her pink face and wild hair. She’s lying on her back, stomach pulled taut, making no attempt to cover her nudity. She’s breathtaking in this moment, sexy to a spectacular degree. I can’t bear to think how close I came to never seeing her again.
“It was wonderful, sweetheart. Watching you with Joseph was amazing. I didn’t expect it to affect me the way it did. It was a surprise,” I admit quietly. The truth is, I was a little worried about how I’d feel watching Abby make love to him. It’s one thing to know they were intimate; it’s another to have it play out before your eyes. But jealousy never reared its ugly head.
“I saw a few surprising things myself.” Her grin is playful.
It wasn’t easy for me to do those things with Joseph, especially knowing Abby was watching. I love him, and I wanted him, but I still wonder why I want him this way. Is it really because of my love for him, or another side effect of my fucked up mind that can’t let go of things better kept locked away? The last thing I want to do is taint the people I love with my past.
“How did it make you feel?” I ask. She exhales, blowing air through her
lips, speechless. It makes me laugh. “I gathered as much from the ruckus you made while watching.”
“Ruckus?” She giggles. “Your redneck is showing, sweetheart.” She kisses my jaw before her gaze settles on Joseph’s sleeping face. “Do you think it was good for Joseph?”
I glance at him, sprawled out beside us, sleeping like the dead. “My guess would be yes.”
Her body is soft against mine as she giggles, cuddling closer. “Why don’t you tell Joseph you love him?” she asks, nuzzling my chest. Shit. I knew this was coming.
“It’s not that easy,” I mumble.
“I understand, but he should know how you feel. Do you love him?”
“You know I do.”
“Good.” Her arms tighten around me.
“I love you, too, beautiful. Both of you,” Joseph declares, his voice equal parts emotion and amusement. How long was that asshole listening? Abby pulls him closer, and he spoons up behind her, his arm draped across us.
“Eavesdropping bastard,” I growl.
“Yeah, but you love me,” he teases, making Abby giggle.
“Go to sleep.”
After they drift off I lay awake watching them. Abby has burrowed deeper between us, her face bearing a look of sweet contentment. A small smile plays on Joseph’s lips. He’s happy. I love them both. This is going to work. The declarations repeat in my head, a mantra to lull me to sleep. I love them both. This is going to work.
Chapter Fourteen
Abby
Joseph plops down beside me on the sofa while I’m mating a seemingly endless pile of socks. “Do you know what Airen and Eric are up to? They keep sneaking off for hours at a time.”
“Sneaking off?” I ask, stalling. Joseph’s thirtieth birthday is a few days away and I really don’t want to spoil the surprise.
“Where are they going, Abby?” he demands, regarding me closely.
“How would I know? Maybe they’re scouting a new house for Julie.”
Joseph snorts. “You’re a terrible liar, baby. They’d need my help to judge which houses could easily be fitted with solar panels.”
“I don’t know,” I mumble, focusing on the pile of laundry.
“Okay, have it your way.” He seizes me around the waist, tosses me over his shoulder, and heads toward the bedroom.
“Joseph! Put me down!” What is it with him and throwing me over his shoulder? I reach down and grasp the waistband of his boxer briefs and pull.
“Did you just seriously give me a wedgie?” A hard slap lands across my ass before I’m pinned to our bed, his heavy body straddling mine. “One last chance. What’s Airen up to?” A devious grin stretches his lips as he reaches back to grip my inner thigh just above my knee. Oh shit. He knows how ticklish that spot is, it drives me crazy.
“Don’t,” I plead, twisting and trying to wriggle out from under him.
“Then tell me.”
“I don’t know!” I laugh, slapping his hand away.
He leans down and kisses me softly before whispering in my ear. “I think you do.” I squeal again as his fingers dig in. It’s torture.
“Stop!” I laugh. No matter how hard I fight him, I can’t get loose. He just smiles as I buck and twist and plead for mercy. Finally, I’m allowed to catch my breath, and I can’t help but smile at him when he stares down at me, grinning like a kid.
“I can do this all day,” he threatens and gives my other thigh a slight squeeze, laughing when I jerk and call him a few colorful names.
“It’s a surprise. That’s all I’m telling you. Don’t ruin it.”
A doubtful expression lines his face. “A surprise?”
“Yes, you asshole! Do you think we forgot you turn thirty this week?”
Abashed, he gazes at me. “I am an asshole.”
“Well, don’t wait for me to argue with your self assessment.”
He gives my leg a final squeeze. “Watch it, lady.” I giggle as he flops down beside me. “I love to hear your laugh, Abby,” he murmurs, nuzzling my neck. “It’s my favorite sound. Well…maybe my second favorite.”
“So, who edged me out of first place?” I tease, my fingers curling into his soft hair. I can’t resist playing with those curls along the back of his neck.
“You did. That stuttering little whimper you make when you’re about to come is the sexiest sound in the world.”
“Stop,” I whisper.
“I adore it.” His lips are cool on my flushed cheek. “Tonight is our night and I plan on hearing you until you lose your voice.”
“Mmm, I think I can handle that.”
“I love you, ladybug.”
“Ladybug?” I grin at him, and he chuckles.
“Ladybugs are little and pretty, but tough… like you.” I sigh. He says the sweetest things. “Too cutesy?” By the look of his playful grin, he’s enjoying my bashful expression.
“Yes, but coming from your lips, I like it.”
“How about baby girl? Doodle bug? Sweetie pie?” he teases.
“Sure, and I’ll call you snicker doodle, or pudding pop. Airen already has dibs on dimples.” I brush his cheek with my fingertip, grinning as he shakes his head. He acts like he hates it when Airen teases him with that pet name, but I know he’s secretly pleased.
“Ladybug it is,” he concedes, pulling me to my feet.
“I love you, too.”
Our new schedule has been working out well, and we all seem to be happy with it. The extra bedroom next door to ours is furnished for the nights each of us spends alone. I slept there the night before last, leaving Airen and Joseph to their private night. It was nice to have a night to myself, but I lay there for hours wondering what they were doing. Oh, to be a fly on that wall. How do they act together when I’m not there? What do they talk about? Are they intimate? I’m such a nosy bitch.
It’s not all about sex. There are plenty of one on one nights, and nights we spend together that don’t lead to sex. It’s a typical relationship in that way. We do our own thing during the day just like we always did, sharing the chores out between us, and it feels very normal and domestic. The transition was unbelievably smooth. I’ve never been so happy, nor seen Airen and Joseph so elated.
Sadly, it’s caused a rift between Jayla and me just as wide as the one between Julie and Joseph. I know it hurts Joseph that Julie doesn’t spend time with him like she used to. He loves her like a mother, and he’s already been abandoned by one set of parents and lost another to the plague. Jayla rests the blame on me. We just keep hoping they’ll see how happy we are and eventually come around.
Airen’s excitement over his surprise for Joseph is absolutely adorable. Poor Eric has been dragged out daily to help. Airen and Eric are much friendlier after their catastrophic trip to Indianapolis. I suppose you can’t dislike a man who dragged your unconscious ass across the state.
Joseph once mentioned that he loves to rollerblade, that he and his husband had often taken their twins to a local roller rink. Airen and Eric are working to build him one in a building a few miles from us that once housed an everything-for-a-dollar-store. It went out of business and was abandoned shortly before the plague. They have spent hours polishing the floors, rigging up lights and speakers, and moving in a few tables and chairs. They had to bring in a large generator to power a garage heater to keep the place warm. I collected everyone’s shoe sizes so they could get the skates from Paducah Mall, and Carson has been trying to keep Joseph busy and distracted while I make enough food to feed our small army. Everyone is excited.
Joseph’s birthday dawns bright and sunny with the temperature quickly climbing into the forties. The fields and roads are a slushy mess as the months of snowfall finally melts. After an early dinner, everyone piles into the trucks, and we head out for Joseph’s party. Joseph grins at me in confusion when we pull up in front of the abandoned building. It doesn’t look like much from the outside.
“Don’t look at me. This is Airen’s show.”
“What
is this place?”
“Let’s go see.”
When I’m old and gray I’ll remember the look on his face when he realized what Airen had done. A sunny smile stretches ear to ear while he stares in awe at the colored lights that rotate slowly, throwing soft patterns on the wall, illuminating his joy. Jayla must see it too because she snaps a photo of him as he takes it all in. Tiny silver sparkles reflect from the disco ball hanging in the center of the ceiling, twinkling and gliding over the room.
Music suddenly fills the space, a playlist of Joseph’s favorite songs, taken from his iPod. Tables and chairs sit against the wall, full of food and drink. A sofa rests in the corner along with a line of rollerblades and skates of different sizes.
“We’re gonna roller skate!” Walker cries, bouncing with excitement, unable to hold his tongue for another second. “I didn’t tell him, Uncle Airen. I kept it secret.” He grins proudly up at him.
“You did great, buddy.” Airen ruffles his hair. “I think we surprised him.”
That’s an understatement. For a second I’m sure Joseph is going to tear up. Instead, he clears his throat and smiles at Airen. “This is amazing,” he says, his voice husky, and grabs him in a rough bear hug.
“Happy birthday, old man,” Airen murmurs.
Lexi glances at me. “They’re too damn cute together, girl,” she muses.
“They’re like little boys sometimes,” I remark fondly, ignoring Emma’s sour look. Jayla is watching them as well, and confusion clouds her face.
“Let’s skate! First one to fall on their ass has to be a designated driver,” I call, grabbing Lexi’s hand and pulling her along. It’s a fantastic night. We all zoom around, latching on to one another and falling on our butts.
When a slow song begins to play, Joseph and Airen each catch one of my hands, pulling me onto the floor. I feel like a giddy teenager again, all worked up over holding hands with a boy. Looking at my boys, who could blame me? I remember all too well being the girl sitting alone in a corner of the skating rink after the D.J. called for couples only. Watching my friends pair up and smile shyly at the boys who nervously asked to partner them. If they could only see me now, flanked by two devastatingly handsome sex gods.