by Desiree Holt, Lisabet Sarai, Lily Harlem, Elizabeth Coldwell, Wendi Zwaduk, Imari Jade
“Well done, pet.” Jacoby pressed the button to restart the elevator and wrapped an arm around Juniper. She tipped her head back and grinned.
Jacoby hovered a whisper from her lips, testing her. Instead of meeting him for a kiss, she stood still. “Beautiful.” Fusing his lips to hers, he licked the seam of her mouth. The taste of mint and the salt of Parkur’s skin exploded on his tongue.
Before he could break the kiss, the elevator dinged, signalling their floor. He pulled back from her and gasped. “We’re here. I’ll ask once more, do you want to play?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” Juniper replied, mirroring Parkur’s response.
“Parkur, go to the bedroom and remove your clothes. Kneel on the bed until we arrive. You’ll find it.” He nodded. “On your way.”
With a nod, Parkur strode through the elevator doors. Jacoby drew a ragged breath into his lungs and placed his hand on Juniper’s shoulder. “Wait.”
She crossed the threshold into the foyer then stopped and met his gaze.
Jacoby fumbled his hands together. In the bedroom, he dominated. With emotions… Damn it. “I need to know where you stand.”
Juniper threaded her delicate fingers with his. “This is what we need—closure or a second chance. If it’s really meant to implode, then this is a sweet farewell. It’ll give us all the opportunity to heal. If it’s meant to be a second or third act, then let’s make it a doozy.”
“I love you, flower girl.”
“I love you, too.” Her eyes flashed with desire and mischief. “Now spank my ass and make me come.”
Thank God he had her. She knew the perfect things to say to break his tension. “Naughty.” He loved her spark, her fire, her way with words…and her need for pain with her pleasure. “You want the punishment.” He shook his head. “Instead of doling out red marks all over your sweet little ass, I think I’ll make you watch.”
She licked her bottom lip and the grin grew to a full smile. Even the ‘punishment’ wasn’t true punishment.
“You, naked on the pillows. No touching yourself.”
He followed her scampering form through the apartment to the bedroom. He stopped short in the doorway. Just as he’d commanded, Parkur knelt on the bed, deliciously nude. The sight of his muscled lover gave him reason to pause, but the writing on Parkur’s back wrenched the breath from Jacoby’s body.
Juniper broke the silence. “We’re entwined…”
Chapter Four
Well, fuck her twice into next week. Juniper stole a glance at Jacoby. His lips parted and a glassy, shell-shocked look mirrored in his eyes. She shifted her attention back to Parkur. He’d had their names inked between his shoulder blades. A calligraphic J took up the most space along his spine and began both her name and Jacoby’s. Running vertically, from the A in Jacoby down through the U of Juniper, was Parkur.
Linked. Forever.
Gonna be one helluva hurt to get it lasered off. Juniper balled her hand to keep from reaching out to trace the lettering. On stage, Parkur rarely wore a shirt. He preferred to show off his muscles and piercings. Paired with the things he’d said in the studio, she now wasn’t sure what to believe. Didn’t matter, really. Seeing Parkur and Jacoby together would be worth every moment, even if it ended up as spank-bank fodder. Call her foolish for loving to watch bisexual men showing love for each other, but she did.
Jacoby snapped his fingers, drawing her from her thoughts. “Pet?”
“Oh.” She quickly wriggled out of her clothes then took her place on the bed. Now wasn’t the time for a sensual striptease. Hell, they’d never pay attention to her even if she did. This moment was all about them and damned if she was going to miss it while trying to get free from her clothing.
Jacoby sank to one knee behind Parkur and tilted Parkur’s head. Parkur parted his lips as Jacoby crushed his mouth down on Parkur’s. Both men groaned. Juniper sighed and settled on the bed. Sizzles from the kiss she hadn’t shared lingered low in her belly. Cream slicked between her thighs. The contrast of Parkur’s baby-soft skin against Jacoby’s hair-roughened jaw made a striking portrait. Oh, to be able to just come then enjoy the rest of the show.
Jacoby slapped Parkur’s bare ass. “Mine.” He fingered the collar about Parkur’s throat. “You are mine.”
“Always,” Parkur replied.
“Remove my shirt. I want that mouth on my nipples.”
Inch by agonising inch, Parkur unbuttoned the buttons down Jacoby’s shirt and exposed more and more of his flesh. He scraped his nails down Jacoby’s chest, leaving three red scratches on the pale skin. Jacoby thrust his hands into Parkur’s hair and held him against his breast.
Juniper squeezed her legs together. Parkur hadn’t even put his hands on Jacoby’s dick yet and she already wanted to come. Hell, neither man had touched her. She licked her lips as Parkur sucked on Jacoby’s mocha-coloured nipple. She loved to run her tongue over every last bit of Jacoby’s body. She dug her fingers into the tops of her legs. Double damn it. No touching herself, either.
Jacoby groaned. “Fuck. Yes. Suck me.”
Grinning, Parkur worked the mechanism on Jacoby’s belt then unfastened the button of his jeans. He divested Jacoby of both the pesky denim and his boxer shorts in one downwards tug. Parkur stood and grasped both his cock and Jacoby’s cock in his hand. Their twin piercings sparkled in the low light.
“I missed this,” Parkur whispered.
“On your knees.” Jacoby’s voice came out ragged and slithered over her skin.
The words were a command, but the tone of Jacoby’s voice amplified his need and his inner turmoil. Jacoby obviously loved being in control, but could he fall back in love with Parkur? Juniper wished both were possible. Even after the fights, the bitter words and the parting, she still loved both men.
Parkur sank back down to the floor and cupped his fingers around Jacoby’s heavy sac. He curled his tongue to lave along the thick vein on the underside of Jacoby’s engorged cock and hummed.
With stuttered breaths, Jacoby placed his hands on his hips. He might be in charge, but Parkur held the cadence of their lovemaking.
Juniper nestled into the pillows. Not coming was agony. Each lick, each suck reverberated in her system. She wanted to jump in next to Parkur and trade ministrations.
Jacoby cupped the back of Parkur’s skull in one hand. “Take all of me.”
Parkur angled his head and did as Jacoby commanded. Juniper whimpered.
“Do you see what you’re doing to Juniper?” Jacoby stilled Parkur, his cock buried deep in Parkur’s mouth. “She’s wet and ready for your cock. Or mine?” He reached down to tweak Parkur’s nipple. “Turn over and show me your pretty ass.”
While Parkur scurried onto the bed, Jacoby rummaged through the nightstand. He produced a bottle of lube and a foil packet. “Juniper.”
She stood next to the bed and held out her hand for the lube and condom. Jacoby gave her the items and stepped a foot from Parkur. Her heart thundered as she knelt before her husband and stole a taste of his dick. The minty taste of Parkur lingered on Jacoby’s skin and the piercing clacked against her teeth.
“Bad girl.” Jacoby’s words came out scolding with a twinge of amusement. He squirted the lube onto his hand and coated his fingers. He winked at her and buried his middle finger in the depths of Parkur’s ass.
“Shit.” Parkur bowed his head.
“Tell me if it hurts.” Jacoby slid his finger in and out of Parkur’s rectum with slow strokes. “I refuse to fuck you up.”
“Been a long time.” Parkur moaned. “Still like it rough.”
Juniper looked at Jacoby. His head cocked ever so slightly. Was he shocked? She was. She assumed Parkur had sown his wild oats the moment they walked out the door. Maybe he topped now. She bit the inside of her cheek. She wanted to see Jacoby bend Parkur in half and slam into his ass with zeal.
Adding another finger, Jacoby continued to finger-fuck Parkur. “Tight.”
Juniper bobbed her brows and ripped open the packet. She wrapped her fingers around Jacoby’s cock and slid the latex down his length. Jacoby closed his eyes and sank into Parkur.
The sight of Jacoby’s cock disappearing into Parkur’s ass gnawed away at the last vestiges of Juniper’s restraint. She’d already played with fire by licking Jacoby. Damn. Both men know how to tease her. They knew what she needed.
“Do you want to come?” Jacoby said and stilled.
“Yes, Sir,” came Parkur’s strangled reply.
“Juniper.” Jacoby nodded to the bed. “Give him the pussy he craves.”
Holy shit. Her turn to participate. “Yes, Sir.”
Juniper scampered into position, opening her legs before Parkur. He moaned. Having Jacoby’s thick dick buried in his ass made him burn. He’d forgotten what it felt like to have the piercing at the tip of Jacoby’s cock rubbing over his sensitive tissues. Dynamite. With Juniper on display beneath him, it took all of Parkur’s fortitude not to blow his wad. Love bubbled in his heart for the both of them. Parkur braced his hands and dipped his head to taste her sweet cream. Her essence flowed over his tongue. With every lap, every thrust, he fell further into the old feelings.
Could it be I’m really in love? Forever love?
Hell, love sounded a lot better than sleeping alone and writing shit songs. As three, they’d made magic. He wanted the magic back.
“I want to hear her scream, Parkur.” Jacoby’s rumble vibrated straight down Parkur’s spine.
“Yes, Sir. With pleasure.”
Parkur lowered his head again and licked the delicate skin of her labia. Between each push from Jacoby, he nipped and tugged the piercing in her clitoral hood. Juniper writhed her hips, dancing to the rhythm of their brand of lovemaking. He speared his tongue into her wet depths and smiled to himself. This was how it should be. Three.
Juniper’s pants increased and tremors ran the length of her legs as she bucked. At the same time, Jacoby pistoned harder into Parkur’s ass. Jacoby reached around Parkur and pinched his nipples. Holy shit. Parkur fisted his hands in the sheets, focussing on Juniper and the rightness of their collective actions. Anything to keep his mind off coming.
“Yes, pet.” Jacoby grunted and dug his fingers into Parkur’s flesh. “Fuck.”
Juniper threw her head back and grabbed Parkur’s hands. “Oh!”
Cream filled Parkur’s mouth. A little more and both Jacoby and Juniper would reach orgasm. Parkur pushed back into Jacoby’s furious thrusts. Jacoby’s balls slapped at Parkur’s tight sac, sending delicious sizzles through Parkur’s veins. Hell. He sucked at restraint.
“Oh my God.” Juniper whimpered and crushed her folds against Parkur’s face.
Behind Parkur, Jacoby growled another curse and then slumped against Parkur’s back. “Fuck me, you grab hard.” His hot breath tickled the nape of Parkur’s neck. “Fuck Juniper. She needs to come.” Jacoby withdrew from Parkur’s pleasantly sore hole and flopped onto the bed beside him.
Parkur kissed Juniper’s inner thigh. Her heavily lidded gaze met his. She smiled. “Lay down. I want to ride.” The grin faded a bit. “Please?”
Jacoby nodded. “Anything for my flower girl.” He tossed a fresh condom in Parkur’s direction and slapped Parkur’s ass.
Juniper plucked the foil packet from its resting place on the comforter before tearing the package open with her teeth. Parkur’s cock hardened past the point of pain. He needed to be inside her. Now. He rolled onto his back and reached out for Jacoby.
With another smile, this one stronger, Juniper sheathed Parkur. She dipped her head to nuzzle his balls and stroke his cock. He panted, too caught up in the luscious sensations of her lips and hand on his body. “Please?”
“You both need to come, tease.” Jacoby squeezed Parkur’s hand. “Juniper.”
She spread her legs over Parkur’s and positioned him at the mouth of her pussy. He groaned as she sank down onto him. Two good thrusts and he’d be done for. Somehow, it didn’t matter. He’d waited for over a year for this moment. He’d longed to be between them—fucking them, loving them. No one else mattered or moved him like Juniper and Jacoby.
He arched his hips and fucked her. Heaven help him, he wasn’t about to stop. Juniper squealed and cupped her breasts. “Fuck me, Parkur. Fuck.” Her head lolled on her shoulders. Her body quaked and her lips parted. Jacoby’s grasp on his hand tightened. Parkur surged up into Juniper one more time. Stars exploded behind his eyes. Wetness slid over his hips and ass as Juniper came. A sense of calm surrounded him and a new tune played in his head—a rollicking drumbeat with a melody in the key of C throbbing over the top. God, he loved when sex brought out his creative streak.
Opening his arms, he snuggled Juniper against his chest. He turned to Jacoby. The bear of a man grinned and stroked Parkur’s cheek. Parkur’s heart swelled. All he had ever wanted now surrounded him. For the moment, they’d saved him.
Damn, it felt good to be saved from his shitty self. Parkur stared at Jacoby until his eyes grew heavy. The weight of Juniper’s body became heavier in his arms. He should chuck the condom, but sleep sounded wonderful. He rolled the used latex down his shaft and aimed for the waste bin next to the bed. Unsure of whether he’d hit the target, Parkur closed his eyes. He’d found them, found his heart and found home.
Now to stay there.
Chapter Five
Warm breath fanned over Jacoby’s chest. An arm squeezed across his stomach. He shifted and opened his eyes. The arm had a fine sprinkling of hair. A moment of confusion jolted him awake. What the…? Juniper curled against his side, her hair tickling his neck. On his left, Parkur lay flopped on his stomach.
Jacoby’s heart pounded. He knew full well what they’d done. He stared at the ceiling. Tension throbbed behind his eyes. Part of him wanted to continue with Parkur and Juniper. Hell, he loved being with them. He loved her, and he’d once loved Parkur. Could he again?
Sighing, Juniper rolled over and yanked the blankets with her. Jacoby chuckled. The woman was perpetually cold.
With his hair mussed and sticking out in every direction, Parkur raised up on one elbow. His sleepy smile faded. “She’s still chilly?”
“Go in the other room and talk.” Juniper snuggled down tighter into the blankets. Only the top of her blonde head showed. “Fix it and go. Sleep has my name on it.”
Jacoby snorted and shook his head. “Go.”
Without looking in his direction, Parkur grabbed his jeans from the floor and exited the room.
Well, fuck. Yeah, he and Parkur needed to talk. He even appreciated Juniper’s blunt suggestion to sort it out. But what the hell should he say? Grunting, Jacoby nabbed his boxer shorts from the floor then headed into the living room. Reversing their roles from the studio, Parkur now stood staring out of the window overlooking the city. Fingers of yellow sunshine caressed his taut body. Even the mussed look made Parkur look ruggedly handsome.
“Beautiful view.”
“Ju picked the place. She wanted to see the water.”
“Water?” Parkur snorted. “I don’t see the lake.”
“She says she can see it.” Jacoby shrugged and bit the bullet. “Did you love her?”
“Juniper, yes. Rhiannon, never.”
At least the man answered quickly. Still, the answer wasn’t enough. Jacoby moved to block Parkur’s view. He needed to see Parkur’s eyes as he spoke. “Then why?” He fought to keep his emotions in check. The harder he bit his tongue, the harder it became to hold things in. If he didn’t get things out in the open, they’d never make progress. “You said we weren’t enough.”
Parkur’s shoulders slumped. “We all said a lot of things we didn’t agree about.”
“You don’t want to admit that you pushed us away.”
“I’ll admit to the truth, but I swear I didn’t push you anywhere.” With his head lolling back on his sh
oulders, Parkur looked towards the ceiling. “I fucked up, but I never fucked her.”
“Liar,” Jacoby roared. He’d seen the evidence. The strewn bedclothes, the array of whisky bottles and a very nude Rhiannon sprawled across an equally bare Parkur.
“Boys,” Juniper shuffled into the room. She rubbed her head and shoved an errant lock of hair from her eyes. “Just like old times. You two disagreeing and me having to keep you from throttling each other.” She plopped Jacoby’s phone into his hand. “Someone texted you.”
Jacoby wound Juniper in his embrace and pressed the buttons to retrieve the text. Her nearness settled a little of his fury. As soon as the message appeared on the phone screen, he growled. Hank. The bastard.
I own Razrs Edge. Don’t fuck with me. Record the fucking album.
Jacoby erased the text, silenced the phone then tossed the device onto the coffee table. The issues needed to be settled before he bothered to deal with Hank. “If you never fucked her, then tell me what the fuck happened to the three of us?”
Parkur folded his arms. “Let’s start with the last day. Other than you thinking I’d cheated with Rhiannon, I can’t figure out where the fuck we went wrong. No matter how many times I go over the timeline, there’s a missing piece on May sixth.”
“Let me think.” Jacoby’s patience frayed. “Aside from what I walked in on, you said we weren’t enough. No questions. Just done. And then you send two letters. One says our band is through and the other saying you’d lied—you weren’t bi-sexual and didn’t love either of us.”
“You never called to question me?”
“We tried.” Juniper nodded. “No one would let us into the Atrius and every time we called you, it went to voicemail. I sat by your car one night waiting and ended up having to talk my way out of being arrested for vagrancy.”
“That makes no sense.” Parkur turned away from them and threaded his hands behind his head. “I’d planned to propose—to marry you, Ju, and have a commitment ceremony to Jac. I’m not meant to front a band. Never said I could or even wanted to.”