by S. M. Shade
Airen stifles a chuckle, and Abby slaps me on the shoulder. “Shut up.”
“Abby, I have what I want; my sweet little angel with the soft brown eyes.” I press her little body against my chest, burying my nose in her coconut scented hair. “Your beauty and Airen’s has blinded me to anyone else. You two are all I see. So no, I’m not attracted to her.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, biting her lip. “I’m being stupid.”
“Don’t apologize for how you feel. I want you to talk to me when you’re upset. We agreed not to hide things from each other. Besides, Airen will Narc all over you anyway.”
“Apparently,” she scoffs, laying her head against my chest. “I want to be your only girl,” she murmurs. Oh, this stubborn woman can shred me like no one else. She’s always so strong and determined. It’s so rare for her to expose this vulnerable side of herself. When I glance at Airen, he shrugs, giving me a smile that says “what are we going to do with her?”
“Baby…you are my only girl.” I’m overwhelmed by my feelings for her at this moment. She tilts her head and kisses me, softly at first, until the charge between us ignites. Devouring one another’s mouths, our hands explore relentlessly, and we’re naked in a matter of seconds.
“My only girl,” I murmur, bringing my lips to her nipple. “The only sweet breasts I taste. The only soft curves beneath my fingers.” A tender sound escapes her lips at my words, my hands stroking down her hips to cup her ass. I glance at Airen, gesturing for him to join us, but he shakes his head, tilting it toward Abby in an unspoken message. She needs you.
She gasps when I turn her to straddle my hips and sink deep into her. “Only girl I’ll ever feel from the inside,” I murmur, making her moan with every slow grinding stroke. “Only girl I’ll ever love,” I swear as she spasms around me with a helpless sexy whimper.
We cling to one another, her legs wrapped around my waist, her breasts glued to my chest with our sweat. I squeeze her body tighter against mine, eliminating any space between us. “Can’t you feel how much I love you, my girl?” I whisper, high on the scent we created together.
“Yes,” she breathes, kissing my neck.
“You have no idea the affect you have on me, Abigail. I just want to tie you to this bed and never let you out.”
“Then do it.” Her hand closes around me, stroking lightly. Oh, she’s going to kill me. My gaze falls on Airen, naked and sprawled on the love seat.
“Give a man a hand. Our girl is insatiable.” A salacious smile blooms and his eyes narrow. Abby’s melodic giggle fills the room when he clears the space between the love seat and bed in record time.
* * * *
The three of us are at the breakfast table when the back door opens quietly and Lexi slips in, still wearing the clothes she wore to the party. A sheepish smile appears when she notices us grinning at her.
“You all are up early.”
“We didn’t want to miss the morning after walk of shame,” Airen says with a grin.
“Shut up.” Abby smacks him before dumping her bowl into the sink and following Lexi to her room.
“I have to go,” Airen announces. “I’m taking Carson out on the lake. Do you want to come?”
“No thanks. It’s freezing out there. You two are insane.” The back door opens again and Jayla walks into the kitchen.
“Hey, Jay, Carson’s in his room,” Airen tells her.
“Um…actually, I need to talk to Joseph,” she explains, biting the inside of her cheek.
“Everything okay?” She nods, and Airen leaves us alone. Jayla hasn’t spoken ten words to me since we announced our relationship. It’s obvious she’s torn up about something, but I don’t want to press her.
Placing a cup of hot chocolate in front of her, I ask, “What’s up?”
Her fingers dance around the edge of her cup. “Last night, at the party I saw how Airen looked at you, how he treated you, and…I was wrong,” she says with a sigh. “I shouldn’t have blamed you. I just thought you wanted Abby, and didn’t care if you had to hurt Airen to get her. I didn’t realize…he wants you too. I’m sorry for the things I said.”
I reach over and take her hand. “It’s okay. I know this hasn’t been easy for you. I promise you, I love them, and if I think for one second I’m coming between them, I’ll step aside.”
She smiles, peeking up at me. “So you forgive me?”
I pull her to her feet and hug her. “Of course I do, honey. You should talk to Abby, though. She really misses you.”
“I will.”
Chapter Fifteen
Abby
Jayla pulls me aside as I leave Lexi’s room. “Do you have a minute?”
“Of course.” I lead her into the living room. “What’s on your mind?”
“The party last night was all Airen’s doing, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” I reply carefully, unsure where she’s going with this. She stares at me for a moment before shaking her head.
“When you announced you were going to be with Joseph, I was so pissed. I thought you were being selfish and unfaithful to Airen. But it wasn’t you, was it? You did it for them. They wanted to be together.”
“Jay, we all want to be together. No one sacrificed to give the others their way. I love Airen and Joseph, and they love each other. I tried to let them both go, let them have their own relationship, but they wouldn’t have it.”
“Because they love you, too.”
“We’re happy together.”
“I can see that. I’m sorry, mom. I’m so sorry for what I said. I was really upset.”
I wrap my arms around her. “It’s okay. I understand. Airen’s lucky to have you for a daughter, and so am I.”
A relieved smile curls her lips. “Maybe I can make Julie understand.”
“She’ll come around in her own time, just like you did.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because she’s a thoughtful, caring person.”
She nods and peeks up at me. “Will you braid my hair? Julie may be kind, but she can’t braid for shit.”
“Sure.” I laugh, fingering the tips of her soft locks.
“And you can tell me what’s up with Lexi and Eric.” She giggles, and we spend the day catching up, enjoying a little girl talk.
The spring months fly by in a blur of activity. In addition to our usual yearly routine of clearing, plowing, and planting, we also have to prepare and remodel another house. Airen, Joseph, Carson, and Eric have been hard at work outfitting a small lake house for Eric and Lexi. Julie will keep Joseph and Troy’s old house with Jayla and Emma.
I have never been so happy to say goodbye to winter. Hell, I have never been so happy, period. Airen has fully recovered, and our relationship with Joseph is going beautifully. We have had a few months of peace and quiet…well, as quiet as can be expected with a one year old in the house.
Lane grows more like my beautiful husband every day. It’s not only those dark features, but the way he studies people with the same serious look as his father. My little brooder. He’s a joy, so spoiled by all the loving attention heaped on him by our family. Joseph was as proud as Airen when Lane said his first word, and took his first step.
It’s a gorgeous morning, bright and sunny, and hot for the last of May. I wake on the edge of the bed, though I fell asleep between my two sweet exasperating men. I don’t recall switching positions—pun definitely intended—but I’m sure my motive was the blond headed tornado who is now hogging all the blankets.
He’s dozing peacefully at the moment, his cheek resting on Airen’s well defined chest. Airen has filled out again, rebuilt all the muscle he lost when he was sick plus some. He’s mouthwatering. All that tanned smooth skin stretched over the rock hard abs that taper into a V, pointing at the treasure between his legs. I swear it’s against the laws of nature for him to gain an ounce of fat. I’d kill for his genes.
Joseph’s body is lean and no less drool worthy, but his line
s are less defined, softer. His stomach is firm and toned, his body lightly tanned, and he’s much hairier than Airen although it’s such a light blond I hardly notice unless I’m touching him, or running my nose through it. It’s sexy. They’re sexy. Below the waist, they’re nearly equal, with Joseph’s extra length balanced by Airen’s thickness, but they’re two such different men in bed. Dominant, cocky Airen, and easy, gentle Joseph, both take me with such love and passion.
It’s so sweet to see them like this. Cuddled together, their faces boyish and vulnerable. I could watch them for hours, but I really should get moving. We’re having a barbecue today and everyone is invited. After a quick shower, I bake a pan of biscuits and use the remainder of our salted deer meat to make gravy. They’re awake, lounging in bed when I return to tell them breakfast is ready.
Airen throws his hands in the air with a smirk. “I wasn’t touching your Joseph.” Ugh. After all this time, he still teases me. I’m never going to live down my reaction after Joseph’s party. At least Emma has finally backed off. I don’t know if one of them said something to her, or if she finally got the message, but either way, it’s no longer an issue.
“Yes, he was, ladybug. He was touching me very inappropriately.” Joseph smiles, giving me a flash of two adorable dimples. God, these two men are irresistible.
Hopping into bed with them, I tug Joseph toward me, laughing. “Get off of him, he’s mine.” Sometimes all you can do is play along. Besides, it is kind of funny.
Airen pulls him back. “I saw him first.”
“I’ve read letters to Penthouse that began this way,” Joseph quips.
“Pervert,” I scoff. “Besides, I saw him naked first.” Remembering the shower I gave him when we first found him puts a smile on my face.
“You should’ve seen her drooling. She took advantage of my poor, sick body.”
“Airen’s a bad influence. His arrogance is rubbing off on you.” My hand falls sharply across his ass before I beat a quick retreat to the door.
“I like rubbing off on you,” I hear Airen growl, as I close the door behind me.
Lexi and Eric are the last to show up for our cookout. Lexi glances at me with a wide grin. It’s obvious what held them up. Airen and Joseph drag two huge wooden picnic tables into the yard and within minutes they’re piled with food and drink. Everyone is in such a good mood, gossiping and celebrating the return of the warm weather.
It’s been a terrible winter. We were constantly buried in snow and ice, with cabin fever driving us crazy. We almost lost Airen and Eric, Julie’s house burned down nearly taking Lane and Joseph with it, and Troy left. There’s been tension and animosity as Jayla and Julie struggle to accept our new relationship. It’s been a constant battle, a blur of mind numbing fear, constant heartache, worry, and loss.
We need this. We need the good times to cast a glow over the shadows of the past and remind us why we keep going. For days like today when the sun is warm and the air is filled with the sounds of laughter and happiness.
Lane giggles and claps his hands while Walker blows bubbles for him with a huge bubble wand. A cheer goes up from our horseshoe pit, followed by light hearted ribbing when Joseph beats Airen by a point. I can hear the steady thwack of a baseball against leather as Carson, Eric, and Jayla play catch. It’s a symphony of joy borne out of months of struggle. I have the love of the most wonderful men in existence, an amazing family, and caring friends. So why do I feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop?
The sun is beginning to set, and Lane is nodding on his feet. He missed his nap today. Jayla volunteers to bathe him and put him to bed while the rest of us gather around the picnic tables for a drink. A hush falls over the group when the rumble of a motor echoes through the woods.
“What’s that sound?” Walker asks. A large vehicle moves slowly through the curves leading up our road.
“The other shoe,” I murmur, just as the RV comes to a halt in the driveway. I hold my breath until a large African American man steps out with a huge ear splitting grin.
“Gary!” Carson cries, running to meet him, the rest of us close behind.
“Damn boy, what have they been feeding you? You’ve grown a foot! How is my favorite black belt? Still practicing?”
“Of course, and teaching Walker. You should see him do the first kata.”
“I look forward to it.” Gary gazes at him proudly. He was very impressed with Carson, and helped him achieve his dream of getting a black belt in Shotokan Karate when they visited nearly two years ago. “Hey, Abby. You look good, girl,” he says, turning to smile at me. He beams before wrapping Julie in a huge bear hug. “Dr. Julie, how has life been treating you? You ready to come back with me?” he teases.
“I’m good, Gary. Where are the others?” Julie glances at the RV.
“It’s a long story, but they’re fine. I ran into a couple who have been searching for a blond headed green eyed man named Joseph.” He barely gets the words out when an older lady steps out of the camper with a grey haired man right behind her.
Joseph’s smile dissolves, all the color draining from his face as his gaze settles on the middle aged couple standing in our driveway.
“Joseph?” I take his hand and squeeze it gently. He shakes his head, trying to deny what his eyes are showing him. Shit…he’s white as a ghost.
“Oh, thank the Lord!” the lady exclaims, throwing her arms around him and sobbing. Who the hell are these people? He stands stock still until she releases him, staring while she dabs her eyes with a tissue.
The man regards him with little emotion. “We’ve been searching for you for over two years. When Gary told us he could take us to you, I thought it was another dead end. But here you are.” He’s slightly taller than Joseph with light brown hair and bright green eyes. Joseph’s eyes.
Sliding his arm around my shoulders, Joseph leans on me, shaking as he whispers, “Abby, I’d like you to meet my parents.” I think I felt the wind from our collective gasp. His parents. The people who disowned him at the age of fifteen for the crime of being bisexual. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Joseph’s ingrained manners kick in. “Mom, this is Abby, my girl,” he announces.
“Oh, I’m so happy to meet you, sugar. I’m so glad Joseph’s had a woman to take care of him.” Joseph introduces the rest of the family, pausing for a split second when Airen reaches to shake his mother’s hand. “This is Airen, my…”
“Friend,” Airen interjects, “or partner in crime.” He flashes a charming smile at Joseph’s mother, and she melts beneath it. I swear, no matter how old, eight to eighty, we’re all susceptible to it.
“Nice to meet you,” she stutters, looking flushed.
Joseph glances at Airen, who shakes his head almost imperceptibly.
“I’m sorry, can you excuse us for just a minute?” I ask, pulling Joseph behind the camper. “Are you okay?” I hug him tight, feeling the rapid beat of his heart through his shirt.
“What the fuck are they doing here?” he gasps.
“Joseph, if you don’t want to talk to them, you don’t have to.”
Airen rounds the corner, and Joseph raises his eyebrows. “Friend?”
“They haven’t seen you since you were a kid. I didn’t think this was the best time to explain our relationship.”
“They disowned me because I’m bi,” he whispers.
Airen puts his arm around Joseph’s shoulder. “I know, and I’ll kick their asses right back into this camper if that’s what you want. What they did was unforgivable, but they’ve been looking for you all this time. Maybe losing everything taught them what really matters. I’d give anything to see my parents one more time. Maybe you should give them a chance.”
Joseph’s father approaches us. “Look, I know this must be a shock. Connie and I can stay in the camper tonight. Will you meet with us tomorrow?” He sounds so cold and stiff, as if he doesn’t give two shits about Joseph’s response.
Joseph nods, tightening his h
and around mine. He hasn’t spoken one word to his father.
“Good. I’ll talk to your mother and we’ll see you tomorrow,” he says gruffly and walks away.
“I need to get Walker inside,” Joseph murmurs. He didn’t introduce him, but if they were paying any attention it should be obvious Walker is Joseph’s son.
“Let’s go.” I slip my arm around his waist and grab Walker’s hand as we walk by. When I look back, Joseph’s parents are entering the RV. They didn’t try too hard to talk to him, or anyone else for that matter.
Once inside, Joseph makes a beeline for our bedroom. I quickly put Walker to bed and peek in on Lane before I go to him. He’s in the shower, and he only nods at me when I strip down and join him. The deadpan look on his face is frightening. I expect this reaction from Airen, but Joseph always expresses his feelings. I’m trying to think of the right words to say to comfort him when he turns abruptly, and embraces me so tight it’s nearly painful.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper.
“Stay with me,” he pleads. “I know it’s not my night.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He nods, pulling away from me to step out of the shower. “I don’t want to think about it. I just want to go to bed.”
“Okay, sweetheart.” I brush an errant curl from his forehead, replacing it with a kiss. Over two hours pass before Airen slips into the room. Joseph is wrapped around me like a vine, dozing in and out of sleep while I remain wide awake, my mind replaying the events of the day that had started out so promising.
“Where have you been?” I whisper.
“Talking to Gary. Give me a minute to get ready for bed.” He kisses my cheek and pauses. “You’ve been crying.”
I look away and into Joseph’s face, so vulnerable in sleep. “I’ve never seen him like this. He wouldn’t talk about it.”
“Give him time, darlin’. He’s in shock.” After cleaning up, he slips in behind my back, and I snuggle into him, drawing comfort from his warm arms around me.