by Mia Ashlinn
A pop from behind Gray alerted him that Cade was preparing as well. Mentally, he pictured Cade lubing himself up, gliding his hand up and down his shaft. Gray’s ass contracted, apparently in its own form of preparation for the cock about to invade it.
Jaycee’s eyes had followed his movements and locked onto the unopened condom wrapper thoughtfully. Shaking her head, she said, “No. No condoms. I want lots of little Grays and Cades running around this house, wreaking havoc.” She smiled mockingly. “If we could throw in a couple of mini-me’s, that would be great, too.”
“Are you sure, Jaycee?” Gray wanted assurance that she was 150 percent positive. Once they had unprotected sex, there was no going back. “I don’t want you to do this if you’re not ready. We can wait.”
Cade mumbled, “Speak for yourself.”
She raised her hand, cupping his cheek tenderly. “No, we’ve waited too long as it is.”
Grabbing his cock that had been nestled against her dripping pussy, Gray aligned the head with the opening of her cunt. Her cream had coated his cock generously, so he had no reason to wait before sinking into her sheath.
Gray ached to fill her up with one hard thrust, but understood that he needed to take it slow since it had been a while since she’d been with him. Gritting his teeth, he pushed forward, gradually feeding her cunt with his thick, unyielding cock one inch at a time.
“Oh,” Jaycee gasped.
Gray paused, giving her time to adjust.
“No! Don’t stop Gray,” Jaycee cried. “I’m okay.”
He resumed his movements, using small, sure strokes. Despite her tight pussy’s resistance, he managed to impale her with half his cock. Even with her juices aiding him, her cunt clamped down, trying to hinder his presence inside of her passageway.
Gray paused and wiped away the sweat beading on his forehead. Taking one deep breath after another, he desperately attempted to regain some semblance of control so he could continue taking his sweet time.
Like always, Cade sensed his need and came up behind him, pressing kisses to Gray’s neck, shoulders, and spine with a soothing calmness that had the intended effect.
Jaycee writhed below him, begging him, “Gray, please. Please. Please. I can’t take this anymore. God, I need you.”
Fighting his body’s instincts to ram his cock into her, he held strong. No way would he allow Jaycee’s impatience to precipitate pain instead of pleasure.
“Gray,” she keened noisily, “damn you, fuck me! Fuck me now, or so help me—” Her hands grasped one ass cheek per hand, her nails piercing his skin, and utilized them as leverage to impale herself on his cock. Her passionate cry of exaltation was enough to drive any man to madness. And so the frenzy began. His cock took over, thrusting in and out of her pussy with such impetuousness that he lost it. He was no longer Gray, and she was not Jaycee. He was a man with his woman, with only one goal—conquer.
“Fuck!” Cade’s voice broke through his pleasure-filled haze, making his dick pause mid-thrust. “Gray, slow down. I need to get inside of you. Lean forward.”
Gray had no option but to obey since Cade used his strong hand to position him the way he wanted.
Nervous energy swamped Gray. He wanted to feel Cade’s steely cock invading his virginal ass, but it was terrifying. Letting someone in so completely, so submissively, frightened him, but this was Cade. He loved him and trusted him.
Jaycee grabbed his ass cheeks again, holding them apart so that Cade would have easy access. When Gray looked down at Jaycee, she smiled with acceptance. His fears of her disgust floated away in that one precious, unforgettable moment. She mouthed, “I love you,” to him, completing this perfect moment for him.
He shuddered violently when he felt Cade’s cock against his back entrance. Grunting, Cade penetrated his ass with great caution.
The sensation of Cade’s cock spearing his ass wasn’t something he could have prepared for. It was a painful pleasure that scorched him physically yet warmed him emotionally.
Gray’s instincts kicked in when Cade’s cock met resistance, bearing down to help Cade breach the defiant muscle fibers. Once Cade had cleared it, he resumed his torturously slow progression. If this was the needy frustration Jaycee had felt, he identified with her.
“Cade, fuck me. Stop with this bullshit. Just fuck me.”
Without altering his movements, Cade glibly informed him with a bit too much conceit, “I am fucking you, Gray.”
Turning his head, he glared at Cade ferociously. “You know what I mean. If you don’t fuck me now, so help me—”
The irony of his use of the same words Jaycee had tried to use on him earlier was too much for her. She laughed. “Welcome to my world, honey.”
Her laughter caused her vaginal walls to tighten around his cock, which in turn, caused his ass to tense. Simultaneous groans burst free from Gray’s and Cade’s mouths.
Apparently, Cade had reached his breaking point. He stuffed the remaining inches of his cock into Gray’s ass in one forceful thrust.
Words were inadequate, so no one spoke or moved. They savored the perfection of the moment.
It was Cade who broke the spell. “I can’t hold back, Gray.” With his warning, Cade showed how he couldn’t hold anything back. He plunged inside of Gray brutally, his momentum driving Gray further into Jaycee’s cunt. Three moans rang out in harmonious accord in sheer contradiction with their harsh, savage fucking.
Each feral stroke of Cade’s cock inside of his ass was more unrestrained than the last.
Jaycee was just as untamed, raising her ass off the bed to meet him thrust for thrust, her screams of ecstasy overshadowing his and Cade’s grunts and groans. He stared down at her and saw her for what felt like the first time. With her stormy eyes, puffy lips, and hair askew, he had never seen her look more beautiful.
Adjusting his angle of entry into her pussy ever so slightly, he ground his pubic bone against her distended clitoris. Cade adapted to the change without a break in his stride.
Letting go of her hold on his ass, Jaycee’s hands dropped onto the bed, fisting the comforter. Her back arched, smashing the front of their bodies together, soft, flat abdomen to hard, muscled abdomen, exquisitely sculpted, palm-size, soft-as-silk breasts to chiseled pectorals, nipple to pointy nipple, woman to man, Jaycee to Gray.
“Goddamn it, Jaycee. Come,” Cade ordered through clenched teeth, his sweat dripping onto Gray’s back. “He won’t come without you. I won’t without him. You won’t without both of us.” Cade panted laboriously. “I vote you first.”
Not giving her a chance to argue, Gray rubbed his pubic bone back and forth across her clitoris with enough friction to send her over the edge. He knew that he had achieved his goal when her eyes dilated right before her body jerked spasmodically.
He had no chance to stop the tide of pleasure sweeping him away. With Jaycee’s pussy convulsing around his cock and Cade hammering his ass with a single-minded ferocity, Gray was propelled into a euphoric haze where time ceased to exist, where nothing mattered but the ecstasy raging in his body.
Driving his cock into her one last time, his body stiffened, and he poured his cum into her. Her pussy milked him, sucking in every drop of his cum.
With a growl, Cade rammed home one last time. His body tensed, and he detonated, his cum erupting inside of Gray’s ass. Just like Jaycee, Gray could feel his ass greedily sucking in Cade’s cum.
Collapsing to a heap of body parts on their cushy bed, Cade said with immense satisfaction, “Damn. That was hot.”
“I second that,” Gray answered with a slur, his exhaustion making itself known. His eyes closed, too tired to remain open.
As he drifted off, he could hear Jaycee’s sassy words. “Mmmmm. When did we become a democracy?”
Cade hooted, but Gray couldn’t respond. He was already asleep. For the first time in years, Gray slept contentedly.
Chapter 15
A deafening roar ripped Cade out of a very raunchy dream
where he was reliving all the delicious acts from yesterday. The crash that followed signaled trouble. Uh-oh. It sounded like big trouble.
Dragging his exhausted ass out of bed was challenging until he heard what sounded eerily like a fist striking the wall, cracking open the drywall.
Cade reached the kitchen and scanned the room, looking for the source of the wrathful ruckus. It was exactly as he thought—a hole in the wall. But he hadn’t counted on the busted window. That must have been the crashing noise. Curiously, he walked over to the broken window and looked through the hole. There was a beat-up toaster lying on the front porch. That’s not good.
Cade whirled around, his eyes immediately seeking and finding the dejected man in the chair. Gray stared at the floor, unaware that anyone had even entered the room.
Cade had only seen Gray look this forlorn one time before. “She’s gone?”
A bleary-eyed Gray nodded his head without meeting Cade’s eyes. He kept gazing at the kitchen tiles.
“She’ll be back,” he told Gray with confidence. There was no doubt in his mind that she hadn’t left them again. After yesterday, he knew she was as bound to them as they were to her.
That got Gray’s attention, his head snapping up and glaring at Cade. “How the hell do you know that?”
Moving to the chair next to Gray, he plopped down in the seat. “Gray, she wouldn’t repeat past mistakes. Our girl is smarter than that. She knows better, and so do you. You’re just scared and lashing out.”
A little hope sparked in Gray’s eyes. “She did it before.”
“Yeah, she did,” Cade agreed, “but circumstances were different. She thought that she’d been doing what was best for us. That’s not the case now. Think about it. Do you honestly think Jaycee would have given us her body? Told us how much she loved us? And needed us? Made a commitment to us?” Playing with the saltshaker, he really tried to calm his annoyance with Gray’s thick head before he blew up and made a stressful situation worse. “Hell no.”
He could see Gray deliberating his words, the wheels turning and churning in his mind.
Going in for the kill, Cade offered, “Do you want me to call her, Gray?”
To his astonishment, Gray shook his head. “No. I have to trust her.”
“You’re right. But it’s hard, isn’t it?”
Gray blew out a gust of air that he’d obviously been holding in for some time. “Yeah.”
Cade dropped the shaker on the table. It wobbled around before falling over. Reaching for Gray’s hand, he grasped it and squeezed reassuringly. “She loves us, Gray. We have to have faith in her. She’s probably running around with Katie-Anne and Shannon, corrupting everyone in sight.”
Gray’s lips twitched, a smile bursting through all the gloom that had been choking him and congesting the room.
Cade relaxed in his chair, the tension draining out of his body. Disaster averted.
* * * *
Across town, a gleaming candy-apple-red 1968 Shelby Ford Mustang GT500 pulled into the parking lot of Lou’s Café. A jubilant woman with a beautiful beaming smile was behind the wheel.
Life couldn’t get better than this. She had a ridiculously awesome car, two men in love with her, and breakfast with her best friends. How did she ever get so lucky?
As soon as she shut off the car, she bounded out of it with more spirit than any high school cheerleader. Scanning the lot, she found her friends on the end farthest away from her. Unable to hold in her excitement, she dashed toward them, throwing her hands around them enthusiastically when she reached them.
Both women squeaked in surprise.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Shannon chuckled knowingly, with a smidgeon of self-satisfaction. “Methinks someone got some last night.”
“Ewwww,” Katie-Anne exclaimed, vocalizing supreme disgust. “That is my brother she fucked.” She shuddered with revulsion. “Gross!”
Jaycee rolled her eyes. “And so? If Shannon would give in to the inevitable, she would fuck my brothers. And then she would share all the gory details. I can accept that, just as you can accept all my gossip about Gray and Cade. It’s in the best friend code.”
Putting her hands on her hips, Shannon growled in displeasure. “I’m not going to fuck your brothers, Jaycee!”
Jaycee and Katie-Anne snorted, both of them mumbling words of disbelief.
Katie-Anne huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “The only reason that you can talk about your brothers with Shannon is because you’re a pervert.”
Shannon and Jaycee barked laughs that could, in all probability, be heard for miles.
Holding her side, gasping for air between horselaughs, Jaycee teased, “Pot, meet Kettle.”
Katie-Anne spun around and walked away from them, heading for the café’s door in a snit. With her long, dark hair billowing behind her, she flipped them the bird over her shoulder. “Fuck you. You bitches suck.”
“That’s what we were trying to tell you,” Shannon called out between one of her laughs.
Throwing her arm around Shannon, Jaycee said, “Come on, Shan. She’ll be over it before we sit down at our regular booth.”
With a nod, Shannon inquired with a wiggle of her eyebrows, “So, Jaycee. Were they as good as you thought they’d be? Well, I know that you have fucked Gray before, but what about Cade? What about both of them together? Give me something here. I have to live vicariously since I will more than likely die a virgin.”
“You wouldn’t be a virgin if you crooked your finger at Jared, Drew, or Randy. Hell, they would fuck you where you stood, then slap a ring on you.” On an afterthought, she added, “Then we would really be sisters, like I plan to be with Katie-Anne one day.”
“No.” Shannon shook her head sadly, her eyes misting over. “They let me know exactly what they thought of me years ago, and even if they hadn’t, it wouldn’t have worked anyway.”
Even on cloud nine, Shannon could piss her off. Her excuses were utter crap, and Jaycee was going to give her a piece of her mind. “Damn it, Shannon. When are you going to let that incident go? They were half-crazed, thinking their woman was planning to use them as boy toys. The first time you approach them and you are dressed like a femme fatale intent on getting her cherry popped. If the tables were reversed, how would you feel?” Shannon opened her mouth to spew some lame lie, so Jaycee cut her off. “Don’t you dare lie. You would have chewed them each a new asshole after you castrated them with the nearest sharp, rusty object, minus the anesthesia.”
Clamping her mouth shut, Shannon opened the café door for Jaycee.
Entering Lou’s as if she owned the place, Jaycee waltzed in with an overly dramatic swagger to infuriate Shannon. Shannon’s sneakers stomping on the black-and-white checkered floor was a good indication that she was doing that.
On autopilot, Jaycee made her way to their colossal booth in the back, weaving around all the tables without exerting effort as if it had only been a few days since she had eaten here instead of a few years. She passed so many of her friends as she went, amazed to see who’d settled down with who. The high school librarian sat with the four Jones brothers, holding one of the men’s hands while snuggled up to another and visibly flirting with the two sitting across from her. The town’s nurse, Janet, lounged on Dr. Murphy’s lap, wearing a beautiful collar around her neck. Max and John, two of her high school friends, whispered about something between laughs and kisses in a corner booth.
Jaycee sighed, realizing how much she’d missed living in a place where a person loved who they loved without worrying about what the other people thought. No one gossiped about anyone else’s relationship because, for the most part, everyone lived in some sort of unconventional relationship.
By the time Jaycee reached their table, her face hurt from smiling so much, but her heart was soaring. Falling onto the cushy bench, Jaycee bounced up and down. The red upholstery was old and worn from many years of use, but the comfort it brought w
as as much for her soul as it was her body. “Mmmmm…I missed you, red bench,” she said, rubbing her hand back and forth across the vinyl in a loving caress.
When neither of her friends made a snide comment, she glanced at them, finally noticing that both women weren’t aware of her existence. They were glaring at a table across the café filled with five massive men, three of which were her brothers, and two of their mechanic friends.
The five men seemed to be studiously ignoring them, but from Jaycee’s position, she could see all of their eyes darting toward them every few seconds. Men were seriously stupid sometimes. Why couldn’t they get their act together? If she could work everything out with Gray and Cade, her friends could have the same happily ever after with their men.
“Hmmmm.” Shannon and Katie-Anne had their dares coming very soon. She ought to use them wisely and nudge everyone along. “Earth to Shannon. Earth to Katie-Anne. What are you looking at?” Jaycee asked with way more volume than necessary, playing dumb as if she didn’t already know the answer.
When they didn’t respond, Jaycee decided to mess with them. Pointing at the men’s table, she exclaimed, “Hey! Look, it’s my brothers.” Waving enthusiastically, she yelled, “Hey guys!”
Katie-Anne and Shannon cursed, glancing away from the men quickly, their eyes scrambling to find something to look at before settling on the jukebox.
All of the men looked over at her, smiled warmly, and waved at her before each of them glowered at their respective ladies. Without any verbal acknowledgment, the men went back to talking and eating their breakfasts.
“I think that I want to hear a song. What do you think, Katie-Anne?” Shannon’s voice was supposed to be nonchalant, but she could hear the tremble in her sultry voice.
“Sounds fun. I think that I want to hear ‘Bitch’ by Meredith Brooks,” Katie-Anne said, her manicured fingers rapping against the countertop rhythmically to the beat of the song currently playing.
Jaycee’s hand shot across the table like a bullet, smacking Katie-Anne on the hand with more momentum than intended. She realized her mistake when her friend’s hand made a thwack against the table, causing Katie-Anne to yelp, which in turn snagged the attention of both Shane and Landon. They assessed Katie-Anne before turning a thunderous scowl on Jaycee. Raising her hands in mock surrender, she stuck her tongue out at them.