Something hot and tight coiled in Mati’s belly.
She touched David’s hip and he moved faster, plunging and withdrawing. Reese’s hips snapped up to meet each thrust, his eyes searching their faces for clues of what they needed and wanted, the flush on his cheeks spreading down his neck and across his chest.
Mati loved to see him so unhinged. He used to look like this when he was out in the world, away from his safe haven, and she’d felt the need to make it better, even if it meant bringing him home.
Now she wanted to see him look like this every day. She didn’t have to coax him to test his boundaries when he was happily running into the unknown. He looked as alive and as happy as she felt.
David dug his knees into the mattress and put more power into his thrusts. Mati clung to Reese and closed her eyes, blocking out everything but the explosion about to go off in her body. It tightened her spine and made her belly twist, and it was perfect.
She filled up until she had to overflow.
She pressed her face to Reese’s shoulder and screamed as her orgasm tore through her, whiting out her brain. Muscles rippled and clamped around David and Reese and they still moved against them, adding to the seemingly limitless pleasure spiraling through her. It went on until she saw spots behind her eyelids, until her voice was hoarse and her breathing harsh. Until it was nothing more than gentle waves from their equally gentle movements.
Mati collapsed onto Reese and he held her while David carefully eased from her body. She sucked in a shaky breath and let it out slowly. The air caught in her throat when David slipped the plug back in. It barely stretched her at all now, though the anchor was still well set.
“What?” Mati groaned, astonished to feel a fresh zing through her foggy brain.
David knelt beside them and tucked his nose by her ear, rubbing his face in her undoubtedly disastrous curls. “We’re not done,” he said, mid-nuzzle.
Mati blinked up at him blearily. She took in the smile on his face and his hard cock, still in the condom.
Condom? She blinked again, her brain trying to piece together the clues.
Then David peeled the condom off and reached for the lube.
Mati, god help her, couldn’t do anything but laugh.
Reese did not know why Mati was giggling on top of him, but he had no complaints.
Well, okay, he had one complaint. He’d been hard for roughly a millennium, and thanks to the cock ring, even the overwhelming experience of Mati falling apart around him, while David’s cock had rubbed along his inside of her, hadn’t been enough to put him over the edge.
He looked at David because, if he knew anything, it was that David had a plan to fix this.
“Why were you wearing a condom?” Reese asked as David tossed it into the trash beside the bed.
“Hygiene,” David answered.
Mati snorted against Reese’s chest.
Reese was definitely missing something.
Mati pressed her mouth to his and he let concerns about what might happen next slip away in favor of kissing her as thoroughly as he knew how. She hummed low in her throat before leaning back.
“We’re going to roll over,” Mati said.
“We are?”
She tucked her knees high and tight against his ribs. “Ready?”
Reese had no idea where his response came from, but the next thing he knew, he was declaring, “Hell, yes,” clamping one arm around her ribs, and shoving to the side with his free arm lifting him up over her.
She landed on the bed with a gentle bounce, and it was a damn near thing, but Reese was suddenly above her, his cock still buried in her tight, wet heat.
David’s hands steadied Reese. “That was impressive.”
Mati blinked up at Reese. “Really impressive.”
Reese shrugged. “I had no idea I could do that,” he admitted.
They both laughed, and Reese grinned. Fuck, he loved how much fun sex was with them. He startled when David’s hand cupped his ass cheek.
“You ready?”
“For what?” Reese asked.
David’s fingers curled around the anchor of the plug in Reese’s ass, tickling the skin around it and making Reese twitch. He groaned, long and low, when David spun the plug in a tight circle, tilting it here and there. It bounced over Reese’s prostate and his eyes rolled back in his head.
“God, yes. I’m ready. Whatever it is, I’m ready.”
David tucked his face against Reese’s. “I want to be inside of you.”
Reese was suddenly grateful for the cock ring because he would have come instantly without it.
“Yes,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Yes, I want that.”
“Good,” David murmured, pecking Reese’s cheek.
Reese made a desperate grab for David, hauling him closer and kissing him properly. David let him in, their tongues tangling until they had to stop for air.
David left his forehead pressed to Reese’s. “You—I—” David began before running out of words.
Or maybe he was afraid to say them. Like they all were, apparently.
“Yes. Same. It’s the same for me,” Reese answered.
Mati touched their faces and ran her hands over their necks. “And me.”
David’s eyes squeezed closed for a minute. When he moved back, he smacked Reese on the ass, the crack of his palm meeting skin almost as loud as Reese’s gasp when the plug bounced off his prostate.
Then the plug was gone.
Reese’s breath caught in his lungs and his head spun. He locked his arms to keep from crushing Mati but was otherwise totally useless, consumed by the swirl of pleasure and emptiness and need. He felt open and ready.
David’s cool, slick fingers slipped into him without any resistance. Reese’s arms trembled. Mati touched his face, and he focused on her rather than the frankly embarrassing ease with which David was fucking him with three fingers.
“You okay?” Mati asked.
David’s fingers slowed.
Reese couldn’t nod fast enough. “Fine.”
David pushed his legs as far apart as they could go. Reese tried to keep focused on Mati, but it was spiraling out of his grasp. David was rubbing his hands over Reese’s ass gently, as if he needed soothing. He didn’t. What he needed was for David to hurry up.
He wriggled his ass, hoping that would send the message, and forced a groan out of Mati.
“God, David, hurry up!”
The full flush of arousal was returning to her cheeks. Reese wasn’t sure if she could orgasm again—it would be the third, after all—but she was definitely still enjoying herself.
And it was good to have goals.
Reese forgot about those goals when David’s fingers slipped free and were replaced by the blunt, wide head of his cock.
For some damn reason, this was the moment Reese thought, oh shit, I’m about to be penetrated.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t been before. Fingers. Toys. Tongue.
But this was different. This was David. David was going to fuck him, and that was one-hundred-percent awesome, but for some damn reason, it also felt momentous.
Mati pinched his ribs. “You should probably breathe for this part.”
Reese tried to laugh, but it came out mangled as David pushed forward, one hand running up and down Reese’s back, the other fisted around his own cock, guiding himself into Reese.
Reese stared down at Mati and took her advice. Breathing was about all he could manage right now anyhow.
David’s cock popped past the ring of muscles.
Mati smiled at whatever expression was on Reese’s face, and he tried to smile back. David’s hand stilled, and Reese felt it tremble.
“Please, David,” Reese said, not sure what he was asking for. He felt as though he hung on a precipice, waiting to slip off.
David’s lips pressed to Reese’s shoulder blades. “What do you need?”
“I need you to move,” Reese said.
He could feel
David’s smile against his skin.
“I want you to fuck me,” Reese added.
David’s hips twitched and Reese closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of David moving inside him. The next thrust was far more purposeful, and powerful, though it was still little more than a gentle nudge.
Reese was acutely aware of everything around him. His cock in the warm, tight grip of Mati’s body. Their skin sliding together, slick with sweat. Her hands curled around his sides and her bright smile steadying him.
David gripped Reese’s hips and continued to thrust, long, slow swells that grew like the ocean crashing onto the shore. His cock traveled only inches, but it felt like miles. His thick shaft held Reese open, stretching muscles and finding a home inside Reese.
He blinked down at Mati and thought about the first time they’d had sex. How shaken he’d been to be with her, inside of her. He felt the same wonder now.
He wanted to do this with them forever.
David’s thrusts continued to gain strength, his shaft stroking over electrified nerve endings that sent songs, whole fucking symphonies, up Reese’s spine.
He reached back and tried to touch David, to hold him in some small way like David and Mati held him. David caught his hand, and with a final, firm thrust, brought his hips up against Reese’s ass.
“Fuck,” Reese gasped, arching his neck.
Mati ran her fingers through his hair and chuckled. “You’re a natural.”
David dropped a row of kisses up Reese’s spine. “You’re fucking hot. And tight.”
“Thank you,” Reese said, because what the hell else could he say?
David laughed silently, shaking them all.
Mati arched as best she could and hummed. “That feels nice.”
David rolled his hips, the long, slow retreat of his cock leaving Reese silent, his mouth hanging open. Then he shoved forward, grazing the head of his cock over Reese’s prostate on his way to plunging in to the hilt.
“Fuck, do that again,” Reese gasped.
David did, rocking all three of them together. When he withdrew, Reese followed. When David plunged back into him, he thrust back into Mati.
“Fuck, keep doing that,” Mati encouraged.
The tight grip of her body around his shaft and the hot stretch of his ass around David’s cock was intoxicating. His balls were drawn up tight, each of David’s thrusts ratcheting the tension higher. If it weren’t for the cock ring, he’d have come long before now. As it was, a few more strokes across his prostate would mean even the ring wasn’t going to stop him.
David groaned. “I’m not going to last,” he admitted, a wealth of regret in his voice.
“Me either,” Reese gasped.
He looked at Mati, who was flushed and happy, but he didn’t think she was anywhere close to another orgasm. There was no space to get a hand between them to help.
“It’s fine,” she promised as David rocked them again.
“No, it’s not,” David grumbled. He pulled away until the head of his cock strained the already stinging muscles of Reese’s rim and Reese’s cock almost left Mati.
David held himself up on one arm and slipped his hand between Mati and Reese. He was seriously crazy if he thought he was going to be able to fuck Reese, fuck them both, and get his hands on Mati.
His fingertips traced over the edge of the cock ring and along Reese’s belly. Reese was doomed if David took it off.
Instead, the damn thing started to vibrate.
Fuck, Reese had completely forgotten.
David’s hand slipped free and Reese thrust into Mati. Her eyes widened when the bullet vibe tucked up against her clit. He rolled his hips in a slow circle, freezing when she threw her head back and cried out.
David clamped his hands around Reese’s hips, pinning him to Mati right where she needed him, and fucked him. Hard.
Reese held on for dear life, his hands fisted in the sheets as David took them apart. Reese had never felt so much at once. His ass, his cock—hell, the sound of Mati’s cries in his ears, the almost frictionless slide of their skin as she writhed against him, the taste of her sweat on his tongue.
It was perfect, and new, and not even a little scary, except for the tiny thought in the very back of his head that he might not be able to keep this, them, forever. But he’d move heaven and fucking earth before that happened. Goddamn anything in his way.
Mati pressed her open mouth to his cheek as her nails dug into his ribs. She thrashed against him, tight muscles clamping down as David lost his rhythm and Reese wondered how many times they could live through this.
He couldn’t wait to find out.
He had a thousand words he wanted to say, but nothing could get past the ball of fire and joy spooling in his gut, tightening his spine, and finally snapping free.
Chapter Thirty-One
Hodges walked into the kitchen the next morning, found them curled up together on the window seat, and rolled his eyes.
“Gross,” he announced on his way to the coffeemaker.
Even David could hear the affection beneath the exasperation.
And they were, objectively, being gross. They’d woken up in a tangle of limbs and hadn’t separated much more since, not even when they’d showered and dressed for the day. They weren’t sucking face at the breakfast table, but they also weren’t inclined to put more than six inches between them.
Hodges filled his mug and came over to the table. “Let me drink this, and then I’ll take you into town.”
“Actually,” Reese said slowly, “I’d like to drive us, if you have no objections.”
David watched Hodges’ reaction carefully. He looked stunned, but not upset.
Relieved, David slid out of his seat and went to the stove to make Hodges his breakfast. Reese was concerned Hodges would feel at loose ends without having to drive Reese everywhere, so David left them to talk. The plan was for Hodges to wait for one of their private investigators to show up, then together they would follow the fresh footsteps in the snow to confirm their assumptions about where last night’s intruder had come onto the property. Hodges was also considering adding more cameras.
Meanwhile, the three of them would see if Chaz was back in town and go to the bank for Mati to begin to tackle the disaster her brothers had created.
David slid a ham, cheese, and pepper omelette onto the table.
Hodges stopped speaking mid-sentence and stared at the plate like he’d never seen anything like it. “Wow. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” David said, pleased.
Hodges took a big bite and made an obscene noise. He looked at David, then at Mati and Reese with wide, pleading eyes.
David didn’t know what to make of that.
Mati laughed and went to refill her coffee. David would never get used to her in a prim suit, perfectly fitted to her curvy frame. Her hair was in a tight knot rather than the messy bun she’d worn the past couple weeks, and she was much taller than usual thanks to the towering heels on her feet.
David had no idea how she walked in those things, but the whole look was hotter than hell.
Reese was also dressed for work, wearing nicely tailored gray flannel slacks, a sports coat, and an executive-looking tie. Together, they were a couple you did not want to fuck with.
It was distressingly attractive. David had no idea business attire could get him so hot.
And that was nothing compared to the thrill of watching them work.
They arrived at the offices of Charles Bentley, Esq. by mid-morning. As soon as they came through the door, a woman jumped up from behind the desk and smiled.
“Reese! Matilda! I wasn’t expecting you today.”
David hung back while they greeted each other, scanning the elegant waiting area in what used to be the front parlor of the old house. He caught a movement out of the corner of his eye and shifted to block Mati and Reese as subtly as possible.
Reese gestured to him. “This is our…David,” he finish
ed lamely, making a face.
Mati rolled her eyes at him behind the woman’s back.
Reese huffed. “David, this is Muffy Bentley, Chaz’s sister and the reason this place doesn’t fall apart.”
Muffy waved Reese off with a pleased smile and David extended his hand, clasping hers briefly. “It’s nice to meet you. You hold down the fort all by yourself?”
Muffy glanced over David’s shoulder. “Most days, yes. Recently, my son has been helping me.”
The floorboards behind them creaked and David tucked Mati closer, happy to have a likely explanation for someone being in the other room, but not taking any chances.
Reese studied David’s face, then looked back at Muffy. “I’d love to meet Hunter again after all this time. I’m sure I won’t recognize him. I haven’t seen him in years.”
Muffy’s smile was wooden. “Hunter! Come on out and say hi.”
A tall, gangly kid shuffled into the room, intensely disgruntled in that way only teenagers could manage—his shoulders curved in, his expression bleak, his endless tragedy highlighted by his black t-shirt and skin-tight gray jeans.
David would never understand dudes in skinny jeans, but the advantage was that no one could hide a damn thing in them. These were so tight, David would have known if Hunter had been attempting to conceal a paperclip, let alone a weapon.
He relaxed marginally.
“Hi, Mr. Lamont,” Hunter said dutifully before staring at his mother blankly.
Muffy sighed, her patience clearly strained. “This is Matilda Viveiros, Mr. Lamont’s associate, and David…”
David thrust his hand out. “Zapetti,” he offered, shaking the kid’s hand firmly. If he had to guess, he’d say Hunter was sixteen at most. David wondered why he wasn’t in school. “I’m Mr. Lamont’s bodyguard.”
Mati flinched, and Reese’s mouth dropped open, but Hunter’s wide eyes and snow-pale face interested David most.
“Bodyguard? Is everything okay?” Muffy asked. She appeared genuinely distressed at the idea that Reese might be in danger.
“Fine,” Reese said shortly, frowning at David. He could hear the lecture about why he was actually invited to Canada coming from a mile away.
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