Breaking Out

by Samantha Wayland

  Mati pictured what they’d been doing shortly before Hodges charged into the pool house. Jesus Christ, whoever had been out there must have gotten an eyeful.

  “Not enough detail to see anything to help us identify him,” David said.

  “I didn’t get a good picture of the car, either,” Hodges said. “I have cameras set up where they came over the wall, but no lights, and he parked far enough down the road that all I got was the shape of the tail lights.”

  “Send that footage to Chance, too,” David suggested. “He might be able to tell us something from that.”

  Hodges nodded, pecking at his laptop like a demented chicken. “I’m going to increase the range and sensitivity of the lights and cameras. This guy got way too close before the sensors picked him up. Be prepared, though. It means they might get triggered by the wind blowing branches or every little animal out there.”

  “That’s fine,” David said, his arm like a steel band around Mati’s waist.

  “Yes,” Reese agreed, linking his hand with Mati’s and David’s in her lap and making eye contact with Hodges. “Do whatever it takes to keep this family safe.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  As far as Reese was concerned, the time between watching that video and finishing dinner was an eon.

  Tomorrow they would go to Chaz’s office and hopefully get some answers, but until then, he wanted to lock himself away with Mati and David and not come out. He didn’t care if they slept, talked, watched a movie, cuddled, fucked, or just sat on opposite sides of the room and stared at each other.

  They ate the lovely meal David prepared for them at the kitchen table. Reese’s headlong rush to get upstairs slowed only long enough to savor David’s miraculous cooking and to enjoy watching Hodges take his first bite. Food aside, it was obvious the more Hodges got to know David, the more he liked him. Add in the food, and Hodges practically had hearts in his eyes.

  Not that Reese or Mati could talk.

  And why Reese managed to break a personal record on completing the clean-up.

  He closed the dishwasher with a firm snap. “Ready for bed?”

  Hodges leaped to his feet. “That’s my cue to run.” He kissed Mati’s cheek—a new, but very welcome gesture that made her smile happily—and dashed for the door, calling, “I’ll be in my apartment with headphones on if you need me,” over his shoulder on his way out.

  Mati frowned at the swinging door. “I had no idea Hodges was so prudish.”

  “Do you want to picture him having sex?” Reese asked.

  Mati grimaced. “No.”

  “Okay, now imagine him having sex with two people.”

  She laughed even as she shuddered. “Okay, you’ve made your point.”

  David stood and held out his hand. “If you two are done being ridiculous…”

  Mati took it, and he held the other out to Reese.

  Reese slipped his fingers between David’s, happy to follow in their wake and shut off lights with his free hand on the way upstairs. They didn’t stop until they’d entered the master suite and closed the door behind them.

  Mati’s hands slid around Reese from behind, fluttering over his chest, pulling his shirt from his pants and picking at the buttons. One of David’s palms smoothed over Reese’s ass.

  Reese’s knees went weak with relief and desire. He tucked his hands under David’s shirt and rubbed warm bare skin, then dragged David’s shirt over his head, admiring the swell of his biceps and the cut of his abs. He smelled like Reese’s soap, which gave him an unexpected possessive thrill.

  While Reese indulged his senses by running his hands over every inch of David he could reach, tucking his nose to the juncture of David’s neck and shoulder and letting his tongue wander as he went, Mati eagerly stripped off her clothes and divested Reese of his. When they were all down to bare skin, Reese folded down the comforter and quilt. The wide mattress and simple white fitted sheet were like a blank canvas.

  His bed had never held so much potential.

  Mati ran her hands over his chest. “Go shower.”

  “Alone?” he asked.

  She grinned. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

  Reese didn’t know what to make of that, but he obediently went into the master bath and turned the shower heads on full blast. Like the king bed, the large shower, with its three showerheads, had been an extravagance when he’d had them installed, but now proved to be a convenience. A perfect shower for three people.

  Reese jumped in and made quick work of cleaning himself, running as clinical a hand as he could manage over his cock, his sac, and along the crease of his ass.

  Mati stepped into the shower. “Can I help?”

  He nodded as he slipped a soapy fingertip around his rim, the tight muscles giving easily under the hot water.

  Mati’s fingers traced his, her lips brushing his shoulder. “We’re not going to make it back to the bed if you keep this up.”

  He shuddered and pulled his fingers away, turning to rinse off the soap.

  Mati stepped under another spray, careful to keep the hair piled high on her head dry. She propped her foot on the bench, reached for the soap, and pulled Reese closer, encouraging him to help wash away the evidence of their lovemaking in the pool house.

  “You two ever coming back out?” David asked a few minutes later, sounding amused.

  Reese hadn’t heard him come into the bathroom. Mati was still slick beneath his fingers. Or was slick again. Whichever, it was a battle he was enjoying losing.

  In an act of sheer will, Reese put away the soap, rinsed off, and opened the fogged glass door to find David holding a bath sheet. He stepped out and was immediately enveloped in soft cotton and David’s strong arms. His skin was buzzing by the time David was done rubbing him down.

  It seemed impossible he could be this lucky. How could anyone?

  David picked up another towel to dry Mati when she stepped out of the shower. She looked enchanted with the pampering, the most delightful smile running over her face as David dried every inch of her body with an adorably serious expression. He even slipped her glasses back on and gently tapped them up her nose.

  When he was done, he hung the towels over the heated rack and propelled them back into the bedroom.

  Mati climbed onto the bed, and Reese followed, sucking one of Mati’s nipples into his mouth, his hands spread across her back as they knelt in the center of the mattress together. She groaned, her fingers carding into his hair.

  David slid in behind Mati, his hands coasting over Reese’s shoulders, running down his arms, and linking their fingers over Mati’s hips.

  She arched between them, her hold on Reese’s hair painful, which was a blessing. It kept him grounded when it would be easy to get lost in the taste of her skin, the noises she caught in the back of her throat, and the stroke of David’s thumb over his.

  The tug on his hair became insistent. He released her nipple with a rude pop, straining to reach the other before he realized Mati wanted him to stop. His eyes fluttered open.

  “Lie down,” Mati said.

  She and David watched him as David dragged his palms over her belly until his fingertips brushed the strip of hair above the juncture of her thighs.

  Reese licked his lips, imagining her sweet, salty taste on his tongue.

  Mati tugged his hair again, one eyebrow arched high, even as David’s fingers slipped between her legs.

  Reese fell back on the bed, his legs sprawled around them, and started to push himself toward the headboard. Mati curled a hand around his knee to still him, and he hovered, propped on his elbows, and waited to see what she wanted.

  “Turn over.”

  He did, allowing her hands to guide him to where she wanted him to be. He didn’t hesitate, even if it was impossible not to feel vulnerable in this position, with his elbows on the bed and his ass up and knees spread. His cock hung above the sheets, desperate for a touch. Reese glanced back to see Mati’s tongue swipe across he
r lower lip, her eyes fluttering as David’s fingers took up a steady rhythm.

  David caught his eye over Mati’s shoulder. “You look good.”

  Reese smiled, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. That was the thing about being with David and Mati—they made being vulnerable okay. Vulnerable could even be sexy. Because even putting himself on display for them like this, he still felt safe.

  Mati ran her palms up the back of his legs, from his knees to his hips, her skin warming his. She dug her fingers into the meat of his ass, kneading the muscles. Reese rocked above the bed with the force of her touch, his cock brushing soft cotton. He ached with the hope that she would slip one hand down between his legs. Or roll him back over and pull him into her mouth.

  She spread his knees until she could fold herself over his back, her lips brushing his shoulder. He turned his head to see her and she bit his earlobe, her tongue flicking it the same way he’d often done to her clit.

  Mati released his lobe and pressed her nose to his cheek. “If there’s anything you don’t like, you just have to say stop.”

  “I know.” And he did.

  Mati grabbed two pillows from the head of the bed and disappeared.

  He missed her warmth along his back.

  She tapped his hip. “Up.”

  Reese got his knees back under him. He tried to rise onto his elbows, but David spread a hand across his shoulder blades and kept his chest pressed to the bed, leaving Reese truly ass up—and based on how Mati was stuffing the pillows beneath him, he would be staying this way.

  At least the nest of pillows was comfortable, except…

  He was about to reach down to reposition himself when Mati did it for him. He groaned as she pulled his cock from under his belly and drew it down along the pillows, laid out for their view. Like the rest of him, it ached with anticipation.

  Mati’s fingers dug into his ass again, working the muscles and holding him open to their gaze. Every tug on his sensitive rim sent a zing through him and he could feel their eyes on him, a kind of touch all on its own.

  He spread his legs further, letting the pillows take his weight and tilting his ass up—as clear an invitation as he could manage. Mati let out a long, low moan, her hands trembling against Reese. He tried to look back, but he barely see David behind Mati and could only guess what he was doing to make her shake like that.

  Then he didn’t care, because Mati’s fingers stroked over his hole a moment before something warmer and wetter licked over it instead.

  Reese gasped, his body going rigid as his brain tried—and mostly failed—to make sense of what was happening. Of what he’d felt. Mati stroked her tongue over him again and he screwed his eyes shut, his cheeks hot with roaring desire and excruciating embarrassment.

  Which was stupid. He knew that. But it didn’t stop him from squirming and groaning helplessly into the sheets, even as his cock leaking onto the pillows bunched beneath him.

  David murmured something that sounded complimentary to both Reese’s ass and Mati’s technique, but Reese was too far gone to understand. Mati’s tongue swirled, the point tickling up the valley of his ass before stroking down, broad and flat, to swirl over him again.

  Reese lost track of time. Of place. Of everything but Mati and what she did. Over and over. His back ached from the tight arch he held, lifting his ass to Mati’s touch. He was making a lot of noise but couldn’t control it. Mati coaxed the sounds out of him with each pass of her tongue. But when she stabbed the tip into the center of all those nerves, Reese’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, the cotton beneath his lips damp from his panted breaths.

  Then her breath hitched and she cried out.

  “What? What’s happening?” Reese gasped, wishing he could see.

  Mati rocked against him, her tongue wedging into him further, opening him up, then gone.

  A needy noise tore from Reese’s throat as cool air rushed over his wet skin.

  “God, David,” Mati murmured against Reese’s skin, her lips skimming across the swell of his ass.

  “What’s he doing?” Reese asked desperately. It was fucking hard work to form whole sentences when someone was rimming you within an inch of your life.

  “Fingers,” Mati gasped, the tip of one of her own slipping into Reese. She hooked her knuckle against his tight rim and tugged.

  “Oh god,” he groaned. “Is he doing this to you? Is he opening you up?”

  Mati nodded, which served to thrust her tongue along a thousand nerve endings in ways that made Reese whimper.

  “Fuck, Reese,” she moaned, her hand digging into his hip for support. “His fingers are much bigger than mine.”

  “That’s okay,” Reese said, nonsensically, very aware of her finger still inside him.

  “Give him more,” David suggested, voice low.

  Reese’s stomach clenched, and he jolted when cool liquid tickled down sensitive skin. Mati caught the lube with her fingers, pulling free of his hole and circling a few times before two slid back in.

  Reese shoved back, and her fingers sank into him to the third knuckle, the tips glancing over his prostate. She immediately began to fuck him, just like that.

  “David, David, please,” Mati cried out.

  “Oh my god, you two are killing me,” Reese groaned, laughing helplessly and clenching his fingers in his hair.

  “He’s got…” Mati said, the words trailing off until she bit out, “Two in each.”

  Oh Jesus. Reese closed his eyes and pictured David’s thick fingers disappearing into Mati’s pussy and ass, all while she had her fingers buried in Reese.

  Reese’s sac drew up tight, his imagination and Mati’s wicked fingers dragging him to the edge. “God, I want to see.”

  “You will,” David promised.

  Reese nodded, though he didn’t know what the hell that meant. It didn’t matter. Mati was scissoring her fingers.

  “Have you broken me?” he wondered aloud when his body quickly gave in to her demands.

  Mati kissed beside her fingers. “Is something wrong?” she asked.

  He could feel a third finger nudging at his hole and he held his breath, waiting for it. When it came, the stretch was glorious. Just a hint of burn. He loved it, but it was nothing like it had been before.

  “Why is this so easy?”

  Mati laughed, the slightly hysterical sound abruptly cut off with a groan. “Speak for yourself.”

  “She hasn’t had as much recent practice as you,” David said, his voice muffled. “Come on, sweetheart, you can take it,” he encouraged her. “So tight. Not like Reese. He opens up so quickly now.”

  Reese shuddered. God, was that why it felt like Mati could keep going? Like she could get a fourth finger in? Like he was loose?

  Mati groaned, long and low and so fucking heartfelt it made goosebumps rise on Reese’s skin. Her teeth sank into the meat of Reese’s ass and he knew she was coming.

  Hard.

  Reese couldn’t take it anymore. He reached for his cock, desperate to finish this. He wedged his hand between his belly and the pillows, but fingers clamped around his wrist.

  “No,” Mati gasped. “I want to do it.”

  Reese vibrated with anticipation, then slumped with disappointment when she moved away, her fingers slipping from his ass. He wondered if this was a punishment, but David and Mati’s hands were on his legs, his hips. He rolled off the pillows and let them rearrange him on his back while he blinked to clear his vision.

  How could they both look so beautiful, so normal, when Reese felt as though he was coming apart at the seams?

  Mati took his hand, drawing it between her legs as she crawled up over him. He wasn’t sure what she wanted until she pressed his palm against the round silicone anchor lodged between the globes of her ass.

  “Oh,” Reese said, giving it a tug.

  Mati arched her neck, her eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck,” she muttered.

  David hovered over them. “Don’t distra
ct her too much,” he admonished Reese playfully. “We’re not done yet.”

  Reese was glad to hear that, since he felt like his dick might fall off from being hard for so long.

  Mati opened her eyes and Reese got lost in her warm, brown gaze. She bent low and kissed him, then murmured against his lips, “Now it’s your turn.”

  Then David was there, tangled up in Reese’s legs and cupping his balls, rolling them in his palm as his thighs slid under Reese’s. He encouraged Reese to bend his knees until Mati reached back and hooked them over her elbows. Reese was bent in half between them, a happy piece of human origami.

  David pressed something cool and slick to Reese’s hole.

  Mati grinned, her tongue caught between her teeth. “Yours is much bigger than mine.”

  Reese wondered what “bigger” meant, but then David was pushing, relentlessly, and Reese lost the ability to think. Mati watched his face closely, her smile hovering.

  The plug got bigger. And bigger. Until the stretch turned to burn and David made an approving noise so full of want that Reese melted into the bed. Another inch of the plug slid into Reese without resistance.

  Reese’s breath hitched and David finally backed off, switching from a long hard push to pumping the toy in and out, and making Reese feel as though he’d gone from a hard sprint to a roller coaster. His head was floating from the flood of endorphins and overwhelming desire. And something else. Something warmer and sweeter and so big in his chest, he could barely contain it.

  The thrusts grew stronger, and Reese’s breathing got more and more ragged, his spine curling with delight and trepidation as it was clear that whatever David was stretching him open on was fucking huge. He clung to Mati as the constant rush of bliss gathering at the base of his spine burned brighter, glowing like the sun.

  David’s free hand curled around Reese’s cock, shuttling fast and hard, squeezing over the head with an agonizing twist. It should have hurt. It should have been too much, but Reese was beyond processing anything the way he should. It all felt good. Too good. If it didn’t hurt, just a little, he didn’t think he could have felt it at all.