More Than Ever (More Book 3)

by Sloan Parker

  “But you said on the big decisions that we all need to agree. I didn’t really listen to you out there. I was determined and reckless. I kept pushing and taking chances.”

  “You took chances because you wanted to find Alex. It’s not a bad thing to take a chance—even one that could possibly hurt you—when you’ve got a good enough reason.”

  With his overprotective streak, I knew how hard that was for him to admit. I wrapped my arms around him. I could barely form more than a whisper. “Thank you.” He held me in return, until I pulled back to ask Luke, “What about you? You had a feeling something bad was going to happen.”

  He shook his head. “I have that feeling a lot. It’s a remnant of having a creepy-ass stalker criminal for a dad.” He laughed.

  Richard and I joined him, and the relief rushed through me with such intensity I actually felt dizzy for a moment. For the first time in days, the anxiety and fear started to drain away.

  Luke gestured to Richard. “The big guy hit the nail on the head. I’ll always be glad for everything that happened at Majestic Falls. I think it was an important trip for you, in a lot of ways, and it reminded me not to take anything—especially the two of you—for granted.”

  “Same here.” Richard studied me, a grin on his lips.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You were right about the sheriff. And Gus.”

  “No, I wasn’t! I should’ve listened to you guys about Gus. You knew we couldn’t trust him.”

  “That’s the thing. No matter what he’d done before we met him, you were right to believe we could trust him right then. You saw how much he cared about Alex. He saved our lives. If he hadn’t been there, I don’t think we would’ve made it out of that park.”

  “I hadn’t thought of it that way.”

  He laid his hand against my cheek and ran his thumb over my skin. “You have good instincts, Matthew. You need to trust those.”

  “Yeah, I think maybe I finally can now.”

  “You also need to stop striving for perfection.”

  Luke snorted out a laugh.

  I did too.

  “Yeah, I get it,” Richard said. “Pretty funny coming from me. But I’ve learned a lot in the last year. It’s okay to make mistakes. It’s okay to want things that turn out not to be the right move for you and then change your mind about them later. It’s okay to do and say things that turn out to be the wrong call, to even trust the wrong person sometimes. We all do that. The important lesson is to forgive yourself and focus on what’s right for you in that moment.”

  I searched his bright green eyes. How did I get so lucky to have him—both of them—in my life? “You’re pretty smart. Where did you learn all that?”

  “From you.”

  “Me?”

  Luke laughed again, nodding his agreement.

  Richard caressed my cheek once more. “You are such a good person, Matthew. I think lately you’ve just needed reminding of what you already know, deep down. It’s time to let some things go and move on.”

  He was right. “I don’t know what I’d do without you guys.”

  “Good thing you never have to find out.” Richard leaned in and planted a kiss on my cheek. I turned into it, not wanting him to go, desperately wanting to be close to him right then, both of them, wanting to kiss them, touch them, love them, feel how alive we all were.

  From the first second our lips met, there was a new vulnerability and intensity to his kiss. He parted his lips and dragged me closer, plastering our bodies together, deepening the kiss with every second.

  Luke was right. I’d never take this for granted.

  Ever.

  Then Richard gripped me by my hips and tugged me forward, laying me out on the backseat and going down with me, never breaking the enticingly sexy press of our lips.

  The feel of his hard body over mine and the wet slide of our tongues had desire blazing through me. I spread my legs, and he settled his hips in between them, kissing me harder, more passionately. I stroked him everywhere I could reach, and he rocked against me, unabashedly moving with an erotic rhythm that already had me on edge.

  I basked in how very alive he felt in my arms. How very alive I felt.

  Lifting my knees higher, I wrapped my legs around him, and he surged forward, pressing his groin against my ass, humping me like there were no clothes in the way and he was already inside me.

  I threw my head back as he kissed a path down the side of my throat. The words surged out of me. “God, I want you. Never wanted you more. Now! Please!”

  Richard shot a look over his shoulder at Luke. “Get us the hell home.”

  Luke laughed as he slid into the driver’s seat and started the car.

  Richard rolled us around until he sat with his back to the seat and I was straddling his lap. “You need to put your seat belt on.”

  “Yeah. You too.”

  He didn’t. He dived in for another kiss. I held his face and kissed him in return with as much fervor, grinding my body against his. I wanted him so much. He still hadn’t fucked me yet, and I desperately needed to feel him pounding into me, taking my ass over and over again, to feel that primal urge from him, that loss of control.

  When we parted, we were both panting, desperate.

  He shook his head. “Shit. I don’t want to stop.”

  “Me either.”

  “Get your fucking seat belts on,” Luke called out from the front seat. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m already driving and about to pull onto the freeway.”

  Richard laid his forehead against mine and blew out a long huff of air. “Okay.” He helped me move off him and deposited me on the seat beside him. He reached across me for the seat belt and tugged it over my body, avoiding making eye contact or even looking at my face.

  Once he had me buckled in, he got his seat belt on in the center of the backseat. The stare he shot my way was intense, those green eyes smoldering with heat. He laid a hand on my left knee. He slowly ran that hand up the inside of my leg, his fingertips lightly, teasingly grazing my thigh. He stopped before he reached my dick. “You’re going to feel my hands all over you soon.”

  I nodded.

  “Luke too.” He inched his hand up higher, his fingers brushing my cock as he headed for the top of my jeans. He popped open the button on my pants and slid the zipper down. “You want me?”

  “Yes!”

  “You want Luke?”

  “Yes!”

  Luke glanced back at us. “Ten more minutes.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t want to wait. Luke, come back here.”

  Luke choked out another laugh. “This car’s not automated. Someone’s gotta drive it.”

  Richard leaned into me and took my earlobe between his lips as he pushed my seat belt as far out of his way as it could go. “We have to wait. Can’t fuck in a moving car. Gotta be safe.” He slipped his hand inside my underwear and rubbed my cock. Then he freed the top of my erection from the fabric and ran the pad of his thumb over and around the head, focusing on the ridge at the base of the crown.

  My breath came in heavy pants. I squeezed my eyes shut and grasped his forearm, needing to feel more of him in any way I could.

  He stilled at my touch. “You want me to stop?”

  I threw my eyes open. I expected to see that look of concern he’d sported so often lately. There was nothing like that on his face. He had a teasing look in his eyes as he waited. He wanted to hear me beg.

  “Please don’t stop. Ever. I need you. And Luke. Touching me. Fucking me. Loving me.” I whimpered. “Please.”

  Richard drew his hand away and licked the length of his palm. He grasped my cock again, and I cried out in relief.

  “Shit, you two,” Luke said. “You gotta stop this, or I’m gonna have to pull over and jerk off right on the side of the goddamn road.”

  “Sure. Whatever you say, Luke.” Richard massaged the top of my erection, mercilessly, relentlessly, stroking my length as much as possibl
e with my pants and underwear in the way. I moaned, and a quick grin hit his lips, as if getting me to make that noise had been his intent.

  He leaned in so our lips were almost touching. “Damn, that is a beautiful sound.” He rubbed the head of my cock with more vigor, his harsh breaths spilling out over his parted lips onto mine. “I want to swallow you down and let you fuck my mouth until you scream out my name.”

  “Jesus,” Luke hissed. “Driving as fast as I can here.”

  I threw my head back and arched up into the touch. The seat belt dug into me, but I didn’t care. “Please, Richard. Need you. And Luke. So much. Never needed you two more.”

  He nodded. “Same here.” He kissed me, hard and fast, dominating the kiss at first and then letting me do the same in return. He spoke against my lips. “I want to pull you on top of me and let you ride me until I come.”

  “Yes. God, yes!”

  “Then I want to jerk you off while I’m buried in your ass, my cum held inside you.” He stroked me faster.

  I moaned an uncontrollably loud sound right as the passenger door beside me swung open. I hadn’t even felt the car stop.

  Luke crouched beside the open door. He clasped my face in his hands and turned me his way. He kissed me, the touch warm and wet and ravenous all at once. I felt Richard’s hands on me as he removed the seat belt and did up my pants.

  When Luke and I parted, he exhaled a long breath. “God, I love you.”

  Richard shot out of the car on the other side. He rounded the front end. Grasping Luke by the arm, he yanked him up and shoved him against the side of the car. The move wasn’t out of anger. He smirked at him the same way he’d done to me. “Look who can’t stop telling us how they feel.”

  “You’ve got me all flustered. That was a hell of a show.”

  “You were supposed to be paying attention to the road.”

  Luke snorted. “Then don’t distract me.”

  “We saved the best part for the bedroom. You’re going to get an amazing show once we’re inside.”

  “I’m counting on it.”

  Richard hesitated. His voice turned far more serious. “You should’ve told me weeks ago how you were feeling about being with him. Months ago.”

  “I know. I was hoping it would fade on its own.”

  “Has it gone away?”

  “Yeah. For you?”

  I tried to hold still, to wait for Richard’s answer, especially after the horrible way I’d talked to him in the park, but I couldn’t take waiting another second. I tore out of the car and slipped in between them. I flung my arms around Richard’s waist and pressed my cheek to his chest. “I won’t ever let you think I want something that I don’t, not ever again. I promise. I’ll always tell you both the truth. Always.”

  Richard held me. “I know.” He dipped his head down so I’d look up at him. “I know.” Then he yanked me off my feet, planting one hell of a kiss on me as he pushed me backward into Luke and settled his weight against me until all I could feel was them, the two of them surrounding me, holding me up.

  Luke laughed. “Come on. Let’s move this inside.” He slid out from behind me and shut the car door. He tugged on my arm as soon as Richard set me down, and then grasped Richard’s arm too, turning us toward the house. “I’m so not spending the night in jail because you two couldn’t wait two more minutes to fuck.”

  Once we were inside the house and had the door closed behind us, Luke backed me against the hall wall and kissed me, continuing right where Richard had left off beside the car. Richard moved in and pressed his groin against Luke’s ass, pinning Luke between us.

  Just like our first kiss the night we moved in together, standing in that exact same spot.

  As if Richard had no desire or capacity to wait, he turned Luke’s head his way the moment our lips parted. Then he kissed him, a passionate, erotic openmouthed swipe of lips and tongues.

  Luke abruptly pulled back. “I swear if you ever fake die again…” He glared at Richard.

  “I won’t.”

  “And you better not even think about really—” His breath hitched.

  “Hey.” Richard came around so they were eye to eye. He cupped a hand at the back of Luke’s head. “I won’t. Not for a very, very long time.”

  “Good. Because you promised me.” Luke’s voice faltered on his last word. He swallowed hard. When the emotion seemed to have passed, he offered a cocky grin. “Sex and lube at eighty.”

  Richard’s eyes brightened as he smiled back at Luke. “You got it.”

  Then he threw the same look to me. “Come with me.” He took my hand, then Luke’s, and led us toward the staircase.

  Despite that action, Richard halted at the base of the stairs. We all stood there facing one another. None of us made a move to get back to where we’d been headed, and I wasn’t sure why. Was Richard nervous? Was I? Was there anything I had left to be anxious about?

  Of course there was. The box I’d hidden away in our bathroom upstairs. I still hadn’t told them about it.

  But I couldn’t think about that right then.

  I tugged on their hands and repeated Richard’s words. “Come with me.” I skipped heading upstairs and instead led them through the kitchen and down the back stairs to the basement. Neither man protested.

  I opened the door to our playroom, and they followed me in. At the cabinet in the corner, I grabbed a bottle of lube and set it on the nightstand. “On the bed, Luke. Richard, get naked.”

  They just stood there watching me for a shocked moment. Then Luke scrambled for the bed, tugging the blankets off and tossing them aside so all that was left was the fitted sheet. He lay on his back in the center of the mattress. I sat beside him on the edge of the bed. “Give us a good show, Richard.”

  He snorted out a laugh. “You’re driving me crazy here, kid.”

  Luke held a finger to his lips. “Shh. Don’t talk. You’re supposed to be getting naked.” He looked to me. “He doesn’t listen very well.”

  Richard tipped his head back, and a deeper laugh bellowed out of him. When he shot another look our way, it was smoldering, penetrating, all the humor gone from his eyes, replaced with complete desire. He reached for the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, flexing every muscle in his arms with the move. He tossed the shirt aside and then purposely made his pecs jump. Luke and I let out simultaneous sighs of appreciation.

  Richard ditched his pants and underwear next, and then he stood before us in all his tanned, toned, muscular glory.

  “Now,” I told him, “get Luke naked.”

  Richard stepped forward, and I held up a hand to stop him.

  “But you can’t use your hands.”

  His eyebrows rose. “You want me to use my teeth?”

  I shook my head. “You can’t touch him in any way. You can only use your words. And don’t just get him naked. Get him hard and wanting, begging us for more.”

  He cracked a smile. “Perfect.” He refocused on Luke but remained standing where he was, sporting a burning stare that spoke volumes about what he wanted to see from Luke. “Snake a hand up under your shirt.”

  Luke sucked in a ragged breath but then did as instructed.

  “Run the tips of your fingers over your nipple.”

  Speechless at the sight before me, I nodded. It was a genius idea. Luke loved having his nipples played with. Seeing him do it himself was epic.

  Luke slid his right hand toward the nipple on his left side. He gasped as his fingers made contact.

  “Pinch it.”

  The moment Luke’s fingers squeezed his flesh, he arched up and groaned.

  “More. Don’t stop.”

  Luke kept toying with his chest, writhing under his own ministrations. It was a stunning sight, seeing him fully clothed, one hand under his shirt, his body on fire, alive with explosive need and lust.

  “Stop,” Richard demanded. “Lie still.”

  Luke whimpered but did as he was told.

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��Take your shirt off.”

  Luke stripped the T-shirt off and flung it onto the floor.

  “Undo the top button on your jeans.”

  Once he had that done, Luke slid his hand lower to cup his own cock through his pants.

  “Don’t.” Richard’s voice had dropped lower. “The next person who touches you there will not be you.”

  Luke let go of himself, took several deep breaths, then nodded.

  “Take off your jeans and underwear. But don’t touch your cock or balls.”

  Luke sat up and carefully shed the rest of his clothes. He lay back down. I couldn’t take my eyes off the two of them. They were amazing together. Even with the physical distance between them, they were so very together in that moment. Both had gone from half-hard to fully erect from the simple exchange of words, Luke touching only himself.

  As if he heard my thoughts, Luke rolled his head my way. “Please. Come here. Touch me.”

  “No.” Richard shook his head. “Not yet.”

  “Then let me touch Matthew. Let me suck him off. Something. Anything.” As if Luke had no control over his actions, he reached for his dick again. He gave a long stroke. The flesh at the tip peeking out through his closed fist was flushed and stretched taut. Instinctively my mouth fell open. I licked my bottom lip, wanting to taste him so badly.

  Richard looked to me where I sat on the edge of the bed. “Didn’t I tell him he’s not supposed to be touching himself there?”

  I laughed.

  Richard grinned at my giggle. “What do you think, Matthew? Should we let him keep going?”

  “Maybe.”

  Richard watched Luke again. “It is pretty damn hot how turned on he is.”

  “Just from you telling him what to do.”

  “Uh-huh. Hands above your head, Luke. Grab the headboard.” To me he said, “You know what gets him even hotter?”

  “Maybe.” I stood and crooked a finger at Richard. “Come here.”

  He rounded the bed to stand before me.

  I gestured that he should come even closer so Luke wouldn’t hear. “Tell me.”