by Price, Jane
“It’s okay,” I said.
Brenn relinquished his hold on her and turned. “He’s lying. The one cut hasn’t healed much yet, but he’s too stubborn to have it looked at.”
“I can take a look. If you want,” she said, her bright eyes still trained to me.
Macy walked over to me, and this time when she held out her hand for mine, I didn’t hesitate. She unwrapped the gauze and moved my hand under the light overhead.
“This cut is deeper than I thought,” she said, more to herself than me.
“I’ll grab the first aid kit,” Brenn said, before leaving us in the quiet of the room.
She indicated I sit on the couch and I did. She sat beside me and pressed her fingers around the cut.
“Why did you really come back?” I asked, taking advantage of having her to myself. Her eyes flickered up to mine. “I mean, a smart woman doesn’t just waltz into this fucked up scenario without a reason.”
She turned her eyes back down to her inspection of my hand and answered with a shrug. “Brenn and I share a lot of things that I think are too rare to give up so easily. I love him and I trust him, and those things are hard to do sometimes. And if Brenn trusts you, then I do too. That’s enough reason for me to at least figure out what our future will look like, if there’s any future between us to be had.”
Brenn had returned while she was talking and stood at the doorway, listening. My eyes met his.
“You might regret that,” I said to her, to him.
“Maybe. But I don’t think so.” Macy turned her head to Brenn and he walked over to hand her the kit before moving away again, giving us space. “I obviously wasn’t expecting this, but I wasn’t expecting Brenn in my life.
“Or this baby, either. Unexpected doesn’t always mean bad. If life has taught me anything, it’s that it rarely follows a straight line. That doesn’t mean I’m any closer to knowing where to go from here, but at least I’m willing to try.”
She worked while she talked, her nimble fingers cleaning the cut. She secured a bandage around it and closed both of her hands around mine. Her eyes searched mine like I held the answer. And being this close to her, I could see what Brenn saw.
A fighter; someone strong enough to handle her own shit even when that shit was me. Someone who made our desire for a connection outside of ourselves not just a fantasy that you store in the back of your mind, but a real possibility.
It didn’t escape me that Brenn was still standing, watching. How things went from here was up to her and I, and it had to be killing him to keep his distance, to chance his desires on us.
His eyes were fixed on where Macy and I were touching, our hands, her knees against my thigh. It was too much of a temptation to resist and I found my fingers eager to see exactly how excited I could make him. How willing she really was to try. How far I would let myself go. My good hand covered hers, fingers dancing along the delicate skin at her wrist.
“You’re sure you trust me?” I asked.
Her bright eyes knew what I was asking, yet she nodded with no hesitation.
“I need you to say it.”
“I trust you,” she answered, licking her lips, anxiety laced with excitement.
I had no idea anymore if I was trying to prove her wrong or if I wanted a taste of the pleasure she so readily gave Brenn. Once she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, though, it didn’t matter much anymore. I wanted to taste her skin and feel it against my own, and I hoped like hell she wouldn’t stop me.
My hands gripped her wrists, though lamely with the one hand. Despite that, she came easily, willingly, when I pulled her towards me. Her legs straddled mine, but her head was turned to Brenn. She must have seen in him what I saw there: raw desire and lust, because when she turned back to me, there was no hesitation left.
I tugged at her wrists again, bringing her closer to me, and I breathed in her warm skin. My lips met her neck, her collarbone, pulling delicate skin into my mouth. Her hands wriggled in my grasp. She could easily have moved them away. I gave her wrists a soft squeeze and she stilled them, submitting herself to me, giving me her trust, her body.
And then he was there, behind Macy, his hands on her waist and his lips pressed to the shell of her ear. The air shifted around us, becoming warmer, heavier with Brenn so near. The inaudible words he was whispering to her made her moan against my lips and I swallowed her sounds.
His hands moved between Macy and me, pulling up her shirt. I released my grip on her wrists, allowing him to slide it off. With her arms free, Macy slid the buttons of my shirt free, fingers greedy to pull the fabric away and move her hands over my chest. I shivered under her touch.
I stood and her legs slid down my body until she was touching the floor. I curled my fingers into the waistband of her jeans, and with her silent permission, I slid the button free and pushed them down. Once she stepped out of them, I ran my hands down her smooth body until I was gripping her perfect ass, raising her onto me again, feeling her warm center against me.
I felt the familiar tug of Brenn’s hands on my belt, his firm grip dragging down, his eyes locking with mine over her shoulder. I saw his need, his desire to make this happen. And fuck it, so did I. I needed to know if she really could trust me like Brenn. Love me like Brenn. All my angst dissolved like salt in the rain under their touch on my body.
Brenn grabbed onto my hips, walking us back to the wall. His one arm snaked around Macy’s waist, supporting her, while his other hand pinched at the stiff peaks of her nipples. Low moans filled the room and my cock began begging for attention.
I traced her seam with the head, so warm and sweet, before pushing in. Her body tensed around me, squeezing me. I thrust into her with a pace that belied the need I felt building. Something about this moment made me not want to rush this.
Macy leaned her head against Brenn’s shoulder, a moan leaving her lips, her fingers lacing into my hair. I braced my hands on his shoulders, no longer able to resist her lips. Brenn continued to tease her tits, his hands trapped between us, his mouth on her neck working her from behind. Macy’s lips pulled and teeth nipped. Her hunger matched mine and I fought hard to keep my pace even.
Brenn’s hand threaded itself into Macy’s at the back of my neck and his mouth broke away from her, seeking mine. And then it was Brenn and me, the old familiarity enveloping. The one constant in my life, the one thing that made everything else seem less shitty. And permeating Brenn’s grip was Macy, all soft curves and hunger.
Each gentle caress from her small hand was tempered by a nip, a long run of her finger nails along my chest, an indecent oath whispered from perfect lips. I lost track of whose hands were where, whose scent filled my nose. It was both of them, all of them.
I had wanted to take her as far as she’d let me and to see if a future for all of us was even possible, but with every one of her caressing touches, every moan of pleasure she let go, she was proving it to me.
My restraint snapped, hips pumping into her with abandon. The sound of skin against skin, the scent of arousal, the tightness of her pussy contracting against me did me in. The sound of our moans echoed in unison. Feeling Brenn’s grip on me tighten and Macy tremble in my arms undid me. I came hard inside of her, pulsing with pleasure and sweet release.
I hadn’t realized how tight we had all been holding onto one another until I stepped back to let Macy slide down to her feet and I felt the heaviness in my limbs. With swollen lips and no trace of regret, Macy smiled up at me. Her pure acceptance, her willingness to trust when I showed nothing but resistance got to me, and I smiled at her.
“I guess there’s no going back from that.”
Brenn turned her in his arms and kissed her in earnest before stepping in to touch his lips to mine. He led the way to his bedroom, and as we settled into bed, all slick with sweat, Brenn threw an arm around my waist and pulled my back close to him. Macy curled up against me, long hair dancing across my arm and soft brea
ths cooling my skin.
“This can be as simple or as complicated as we make it,” he said from behind me, and I understood. Resisting their pull would be like trying to stop a freight train.
“True. And I know how much you hate to complicate life with trivial things. Like birth control, for example.
He laughed into my skin. “A baby doesn’t complicate things, Mic. Just the opposite.”
“How so?” Macy asked, voice thick with sleep.
“It means that we’ll always share a link between us. No matter what happens, there’s proof that we love each other. That we’re a family.”
Fucking Brenn. I hated it when he was right.
I smiled against the top of Macy’s head, my hands finding their way to her soft belly, caressing the smooth skin there. Ceremonies and rings never held much appeal for me. Those things could be broken and tarnished as easily as words. This feeling, though, a bond that held Macy to Brenn and both of them to me was something that promised to last a lifetime.