“I am,” he panted, agreeing while sounding like nothing was okay at all.
David hit that spot again and Reese gasped, letting the rush bombard him as he held his breath and waited for David to ease off. Only, this time he didn’t. He kept rubbing, tiny circles that threatened the end of Reese’s sanity.
He shook, dimly aware of the growing pool of moisture trapped between his and Mati’s bellies, pouring from his cock. His heart pounded, his breath short, as something huge and totally overwhelming boiled up inside of him. No one was touching his cock. Or kissing him. Or doing any of the things he’d thought were required for him to be able to feel like this.
Or something like this. Because this didn’t feel like anything he’d ever felt before.
His balls clenched tighter, and he was there. At the precipice. Terrified and elated, moaning as David turned him inside-out, and the depth-charge of his desire ignited and exploded inside him.
Pleasure and relief rolled over him, forcing a cry out of his chest that held all his fear and ecstasy. Warmth spread from his groin to his fingertips, from his toes to the top of his head. He felt like every hair on his body was standing on end, his entire being electrified. And it kept going, David’s finger relentless on the trigger.
The next groan was pained, his cock giving a final spurt in the slick space between his and Mati’s bellies, his spine melting as the roar of ecstasy dimmed to a hum. He’d made a mess of them both, but he liked it. Liked how indecent it felt.
He whimpered when David pulled his finger out. Mati squirmed, and he forced his arms to relax. She pushed back far enough to see his face.
“You okay?”
“Ngh.”
She didn’t appear to know what to make of that.
David ran his open mouth over Reese’s shoulder. “God, you’re amazing. Fucking perfect.” His hand cupped Reese’s ass and Reese cuddled back into his grasp, his spine curling like a cat’s.
He could barely process the discovery that his body could do such astonishing things. He couldn’t imagine feeling more sated.
He rolled onto his back and curled a hand around David’s neck. David’s bright smile flashed when he got a good look at Reese’s face.
“Thank you,” Reese whispered, his voice shot.
David nuzzled his lips. “You’re welcome.” He kissed Reese thoroughly, his erection poking Reese’s hip as he pulled Mati closer, pressing Reese between them. She leaned in, until their tongues were slipping between three mouths, lips clinging.
Reese wondered if he’d ever felt more content.
He wondered how long he’d have this. Both of them.
He wondered what it would take to make the answer “forever.”
Reese looked as wrecked and happy as David had hoped he’d be, and this was only the beginning. There were so many things David wanted to do. To try. They’d already proven Reese could come more than once when prostate stimulation was involved. What would it be like to fuck him through one orgasm and then keep going until the next?
David shivered, so distracted by the ideas racing through his head that he didn’t see them move until they were tumbling him to the bed. They climbed over him, each threading one of their thighs between his, his cock trapped against his belly.
“You know,” Reese drawled, “it hasn’t escaped my notice that, to this point, you have been the conductor, and we have been your very eager orchestra.”
David laughed. “I’m not sure I’d say that.”
“I would,” Mati said. “And we certainly haven’t minded, but the question is why?”
“It’s not a thing,” David said with a shrug. “I don’t get off on being in charge. I just like to make sure everyone is getting what they need.”
“We are,” Mati promised, leaning in to kiss him. He groaned when her belly slipped over his abs, Reese’s come slick between them. David had been hard for way too long. He couldn’t control the twitch of his hips or his helpless gasps as his cock rubbed the soft skin of her inner thigh.
Reese’s lips trailed down his neck and over his shoulder, pausing here and there to suck the skin between his teeth.
David threaded his fingers beneath the messy knot on top of Mati’s head, tilting her head so he could kiss her slowly, deeply. He was hard enough, desperate enough, that the clockwork circle of his hips might be all he’d need.
Mati skimmed her fingers across his cheek and looked at Reese. “Find the lube.”
David knew for a fact that those three words weren’t sexy, but he’d be damned if they didn’t make him shudder. He had no idea what Mati was going to do, and he didn’t care. There wasn’t a part of his body he wasn’t willing to hand over to them.
Reese patted the covers, searching for the bottle.
Mati rolled onto her back, pulling David with her until he was on his hands and knees above her, her thighs clamped around his ribs. “I want you in me.”
David sucked in a deep breath and nodded.
Reese held the lube aloft triumphantly. “What should I do?”
“David,” Mati gasped.
It took David a minute to realize she wasn’t calling his name. She was answering Reese.
David’s arms shook, the head of his cock slipping along her slick skin and bumping over the hard silicone base of the plug he’d completely forgotten about.
His arms almost gave out completely when Reese crawled behind him and curled his long fingers around David’s shaft. With Reese’s help, David pushed forward and slipped into the tight, wet heat of Mati’s pussy.
“Fucking hell,” he whispered.
Mati groaned, her knees falling open. She was insanely tight because of that fucking plug. He didn’t dare go faster than a snail’s pace, torturing them both with a long, slow slide.
Reese released David’s shaft and drew his fingertips over where David entered Mati.
Then tugged the plug.
David swore viciously.
Reese yanked his hand away.
“No!” Mati cried.
David shook his head. “Don’t stop. I could feel it. It was fucking amazing.”
“You could feel it?” Reese asked, bumping the plug again so the widest part nudged the underside of David’s cock. Sweat sprang up across his forehead and down his back. He wanted to thrust, to fuck, but he’d be done in a red-hot second and he didn’t want it to end that soon.
The dribble of icy-cold lube on his ass brought him back to earth. He instinctively jerked away from it, sinking into Mati in the process.
“That’s cold,” she laughed when some of the lube dripped onto her.
“Sorry,” Reese murmured, his lips brushing David’s spine. His hands ran up and down David’s ribs, soothing while he kissed and whispered against David’s skin.
It was hard to hear over his own panting, but David caught words like “beautiful” and “so much” and “never stop.”
His heart cracked open.
Mati looked at him with undisguised affection, her lip caught between her teeth. He could only imagine what she was feeling, stuffed full of toy and cock. Reese nestled closer, pushing David’s thighs apart.
David closed his eyes, shivering as Reese brushed his fingers over the base of David’s spine and along the hyper-sensitive skin to his hole. Reese pressed here and there, circling, just as David had done to him.
David rolled his hips for a small but devastating thrust into Mati.
“Fuck, keep doing that,” she growled, arching her back and pulling her legs up.
On the next thrust, David buried himself to the hilt. Reese’s curious and fucking relentless fingers drove David crazy with tiny prods at his hole that made him want to beg for Reese to hurry the fuck up and get in him. Reese’s other hand moved between cupping David’s balls and shifting the plug in Mati’s ass with a series of minute and absolutely mind-blowing twists and pulls.
David’s hips stuttered. “Fuck, you’re going to kill me.”
“Now you know how
I’ve felt,” Reese said, the rebuke gentled by his lips skimming over the dimples at the base of David’s spine. Reese twisted his hand slowly and finally pushed a finger into David’s ass.
“Fucking hell,” David said as Reese turned his hand, searching. “I’m not like you. I—”
He fucking squeaked when Reese’s finger landed on his prostate.
“What was that?” Reese asked, tapping his finger again.
David needed to stop making these terrible noises. “Fucking hell, that feels good. But I usually like—”
Reese pressed again.
David’s hips ground into Mati and she squirmed against him.
“Like what?” Reese asked calmly, like he wasn’t dismantling David from the inside out.
It took him a few tries to pull together an answer. “The stretch. More.” He managed to gather enough coordination to drag himself out of Mati and thrust back in.
Mati cried out, her hand clamped around his neck. “Yes. Keep doing that.”
He obeyed, even as Reese took him at his word and wedged a second finger into his ass, the liberal application of lubricant not enough to diminish the burn. It had been a long time.
“Fuck,” David barked, his hips moving faster.
Mati was making constant noise, shouting out orders for David to move faster and Reese to keep tugging on the plug, moaning when they did just that.
And Reese, god fucking love him, pumped his fingers in and out of David’s ass as fast as David could thrust.
Reese didn’t hit his prostate each time, but it was close. David clamped down every muscle in his thighs and belly, trying to hold his climax at bay.
Mati bucked her hips, her eyes flashing open and locking onto David’s.
“Now, now,” she cried, shoving her hands against David’s chest.
David pulled out and sat up on Reese’s knees, Reese’s fingers sinking deep and twisting in his ass in a fucking spectacular fashion.
“Wha—?” Reese began, the words choking off when David thrust two fingers into Mati and rubbed her g-spot, hard, his other hand grasping the butt plug by the base.
Mati’s eyelids fluttered, her heels planting on the bed, her hips lifting into his touch.
He yanked the plug from her ass.
Mati screamed, her back arching until only her feet and shoulders were on the bed, and her release poured from her and all over David’s hands, legs, and aching cock. He kept going through her thrashes, not giving up until she was collapsed on the bed and he was soaked.
Reese wrapped his hand around David’s wet cock and started jerking him off, fast. David clutched Reese’s arm and hip as his balls pulled up painfully and his spine went tight.
Mati’s eyes were mere slits. “Come on me. It’s only fair.”
David shuddered.
“That’s it, love,” Reese whispered, his lips to David’s ear. “Give it up.”
David whimpered, his hips shoving his cock into Reese’s fist and then impaling himself back onto Reese’s fingers.
He was close, so close. He rocked harder, his stomach muscles tight.
Then Reese wedged in a third finger.
David was done.
He shouted something, but it sounded more like a roar than actual words as fire raced up his legs and down his cock. Reese didn’t let up, drawing David’s orgasm out until he was shaking, his vision graying at the edges.
He cried out when Reese dragged his fingers free, grateful that Reese caught him and kept him from faceplanting onto Mati. He sagged in Reese’s arms, utterly wiped out.
Reese helped him lie down on the bed, and he pulled Mati to his chest, dimly aware of Reese’s departure, only making sense of it when a warm washcloth pressed between his cheeks.
That’s my job, he thought blearily.
David groaned, startled out of his daze when Reese cajoled him out of bed. Mati led him to the armchair in the corner, which had a towel draped over it.
He hadn’t done that. Reese must have.
Mati pressed him into the seat and curled up in his lap. He burrowed into her warmth.
He nodded off while Reese changed the sheets. He remembered muttering something about waterproof mattress pads and Reese kissing him sweetly and promising he’d figured it out.
Then David was back in bed, his softest flannel sheets against his skin, Mati in his arms, and Reese behind him—a tight, tangled clutch.
David smiled vaguely when Reese’s lips brushed the nape of his neck, his nose tucked there as David sank, blissfully, into a deep sleep.
Chapter Twenty-One
Each dream started differently. Some snuck up on him, so that one minute he was happily recalling something ridiculous he and Chance had done as kids, and the next he was back on that fucking roof, looking through the scope of his rifle.
He often thought he should be able to wake up long before he heard the call through his earpiece telling him to take the shot. Pretty much any dream that involved his old job and coworkers ended up at that moment, and he wished he could tell his brain to shut that shit off before it went any further.
But no matter where it started, or how long it took, or how surreal or realistic his dreamscape was, it always ended the same way—with the echo of a single gunshot ringing in his ears.
Over and over and over.
Some nights, he woke up instantly. He always hoped for that. Tried to convince himself it would be that way. The best of bad options.
Most nights, he’d cycle back into another dream, maybe more than one, each progressively more disturbing, his anxiety climbing as some reasonable part of his brain tried to make him stop, tried to make his heart beat so hard he had to wake up. There were nights he thought he’d relived every single SWAT call-out he’d ever gone on. The good, the bad—they all ended up the same way in his fucked-up head while he was sleeping.
Ugly.
And then he’d be back on that roof.
Tonight, he heard that gunshot a few times. Watched the body drop. Heard the screams.
Those, more than that gunshot, were what haunted him when he was awake. The screams. He was back on the roof, everything in his body telling him to run, to get away. But he was trapped, his legs heavy, muscles frozen.
When someone put a hand on his shoulder, his instinct was to fight that, too. He couldn’t let anyone keep him here. He couldn’t be held down.
The hand shook him, calling his name, and he thrashed to get away from it. He tried to beg for mercy, but no sound came out. Or maybe it did. Maybe another voice was screaming, this one closer. The panic, hovering beneath the surface for what felt like hours, burst to life and he hurled himself from his bed, shoving and fighting any obstacle in his path.
His legs got caught in the covers and he went down in a heap on the floor. His brain registered a cry of alarm, and a deeper voice barking his name. It sounded like David’s supervisor, and fear spiked again because maybe he was still in the dream. Maybe he was so fucking broken, he could dream while he was awake.
The light snapped on and he blinked, trying to clear his eyes, his brain, of the fog of sleep and buzz of adrenaline. Eventually, he realized Reese was sprawled across the floor beside the bed, watching him with wide, frightened eyes.
“Oh, god, what did I do?”
Reese appeared incapable of answering, his mouth hanging open as he stared at David.
Something bright and new that had been growing in David’s chest curled up and died.
Mati tumbled from the bed to the floor between them. David tried not to flinch when she touched his face, his cheeks burning when she wiped trails of moisture away with her fingers.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
He looked at Reese. “Are you?”
Reese sat up slowly and shook his head as if to clear it, wincing as he shifted his weight.
David felt another tear escape. God, he was such a fucking mess.
“I’m okay,” Reese said at last.
David didn’t beli
eve him.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, voice hoarse.
Reese shook his head. “I’m fine
The nightstand loomed over Reese’s shoulder. David gulped. “Jesus. You could have hit your head.” David could see it. The blood.
“But I didn’t,” Reese said firmly. He rolled onto his knees, crawling toward them.
David fought the urge to back away, to hide, and gave in to the equally powerful need to draw them closer. He tucked Mati under his chin, and Reese wrapped his arms around them, pulling David against his chest.
David leaned into Reese and buried his face in Mati’s hair, sucking in a shaky breath. “I’m so sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” Reese said.
That was utter bullshit. “I could have hurt you.”
Reese’s hand smoothed down his spine and back up again. Over and over. “But you didn’t.”
“Yeah. By sheer luck.”
“Maybe it was my cat-like reflexes,” Reese said.
Mati snorted. David fought a smile. This wasn’t funny.
David wondered what was wrong with him that he resented how Reese’s humor made him feel better. He imagined the look his therapist would give him at that admission and sighed.
Yeah, okay, let it go.
Reese squeezed them tighter before easing back. “Why don’t we get back into the bed?” he suggested.
David sighed. “I should sleep on the couch.”
“No,” Mati and Reese said in unison.
“That’s not necessary,” Mati added. “We want you with us.”
Reese pressed a kiss to his temple. “And you should sleep in your own bed. You need to rest.”
David laughed bitterly. “I need to call Chance and tell him I can’t protect you properly.” He felt sick saying it. The idea of them leaving made him dizzy.
Which was stupid, since they were still Canadian and bound to go home eventually.
“I will throw every single phone in this house into the garbage disposal if you try,” Reese said.
The smile he was fighting almost crept to the surface again.
Mati leaned back and studied David. “Do you not want us here anymore?”
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