Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1)

by Cat Mason

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I groan repeatedly as Dixon shifts so his hips are above our heads and bends down to lick from my clit to where Gunnar is driving his cock into me, and based on the strangled moan in my ear, I'd say his tongue isn't only being used to drive me crazy. The words “judgment free zone” and “no boundaries” are being repeated in my ear. I hadn't even noticed that at some point Gunnar had arranged the wedge and pillows so when Dixon kneeled, he was at the perfect height and not smothering us.

  Smoothing my hair out of his way, Gunnar nibbles my ear as he palms my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples until I whimper. His hot breath fans across my cheek as he speaks. “Look at that thick cock waitin’ for you to take it deep into your mouth, baby. I want you to wrap your lips around his dick because we're gonna make him feel so fuckin’ good. We'll give him everything he wants, just like he helps me give you. Can you feel how he's makin’ me so much fuckin’ harder every time he runs his tongue down your pussy, because he runs it up my cock every time I slam into you?” I close my eyes, letting his words wash over and warm my body even more. “Can you feel that, baby? Can you feel when his tongue touches us both? You want us to fuck you like we own those holes, I know you do.”

  “Yes,” I moan, more begging than agreeing with him.

  “Good, now suck his cock ‘til he begs you to stop because he can't handle any more. I want him to come like he said he would with my finger in his ass, and I want you to swallow everything he fills your mouth with until he's clean.”

  I've never heard Gunnar with such a filthy mouth, but I've also never seen him so open to trying new things either. It's such a turn on I can barely control myself as my entire body shudders from his words. The part of me that always knew he was holding back on me didn’t realize just how much. Gunnar slides his finger into my mouth before I have a chance to get to Dixon’s cock and I run my tongue over his skin.

  “That's it, baby, get that finger wet so it'll slide right into his ass. I know you love bein’ fucked by us both at the same time, but I wonder if you'll like watchin’ me finger Dixon's ass as he fucks your face. Be a good girl and suck on his balls for a minute first while we get comfortable with this.”

  Dixon groans from between my legs and I know it has to be from the words alone because neither of us have touched him yet.

  Dixon stops us when he feels us move. “Wait, I'm not the only one that should feel this good, Gunnar. Lift your legs out of my way because I'm gonna to make sure you come so hard in Kennedy’s pussy that it'll be leakin’ out around your cock.” He goes back to wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard as Gunnar pulls his feet up and shifts his hips hesitantly.

  I wet Gunnar’s finger once more before wrapping one of my hands around the base of Dixon’s cock. The other kneads his balls one at a time while licking and sucking like Gunnar told me too as he tells me how sexy I am. I watch in amazement as Gunnar pushes his finger slowly into Dixon’s ass. Dixon stills for a second as he adjusts and moans against me before moving again.

  A minute later, Dixon forces Gunnar’s hips to stop thrusting, and Gunnar stops breathing. Reaching one hand up to caress his cheek, I tilt my head back so I can watch his expression, making sure he's all right. His body stays rigid as I feel Dixon shift his weight. He dips his finger into my pussy instead of using saliva like I did with him and then reaches back around our legs. I know the second Dixon is touching him because Gunnar isn't used to it and his mind is racing, probably trying to convince himself that even though he’s unsure, this is actually what he wants. His ass clenches, forcing his cock deeper into me and my eyes roll back. Dixon’s breath hits my thigh when he opens his mouth to speak.

  “Don't fight me, Gunnar. You know I'd never do anything to you that I wouldn't do myself. You know I wouldn't physically hurt you. I also know deep in the back of your head that you want this because you can see how good you guys are makin’ me feel right now. Just relax.”

  Gunnar finally takes a deep breath and relaxes after a few more words from us about everything being OK and telling him if he doesn't like it, we can stop anytime. His breath rushes from his lungs as Dixon pushes his finger in, causing an endless chanting of moaning and profanity to start coming from Gunnar’s lips. After a minute of letting him adjust, and Dixon continuing the tongue torture he's giving us both, Gunnar finally gets his head back where it should be. He begins pounding into me again while mimicking the finger movements that Dixon is doing to him.

  “How's he like it, baby?” he whispers in my ear as he tries to distract himself from coming. “Does he like it rough like you do? Maybe he'd like another finger in there, maybe one of yours alongside of mine. Hmm, yeah, I think that's just what he needs.”

  “Noooo,” Dixon cuts him off on a moan. “I fuckin’ swear if you put another finger in my ass, fuck probably if you move right this second, I'm gonna blow my load before I’m ready.”

  Gunnar chuckles, sucking in a quick breath when the movement shifts his body and moves Dixon’s finger inside of him.

  “Do you want that, Kennedy? Do you want Dixon to come in your mouth right now?” I nod, never releasing Dixon’s cock to actually answer, but it's true. I want to taste him as he explodes in my mouth. Gunnar smiles, grabs my hand, and sucks my finger deep into his warm, wet mouth. The sparkle in his eyes when I tilt my head to look at him tells me that he's OK with all of this, and torturing Dixon like he has us is fun for him.

  Lining my finger up next to his, I push in alongside of Gunnar’s finger and brace myself for Dixon’s orgasm that will no doubt happen almost as soon as my finger is in as far as I can get it.

  Dixon growls as his hips jerk. He tries to keep himself from coming but his efforts are completely useless and he swells in my mouth just before the taste of him explodes across my tongue and he fills my mouth. I swallow as fast as I can, trying not to lose a drop and clean him up like Gunnar told me to.

  “That. Was. Playin’. Dirty,” Dixon pants. Turning to look at us, the threat of payback is imminent in his eyes and before either of us have a chance to prepare ourselves, Dixon’s mouth is back on me. This time he uses both hands to work Gunnar, one still thrusting easily in and out of his ass while I lean up to watch, the other fondling and playing with his balls. Watching them together is probably the hottest thing I've ever witnessed. It isn't long before I’m panting, close to the edge, and I feel Gunnar sitting there with me. With one final thrust, Gunnar stills his hips but Dixon doesn't stop his movements. It pushes Gunnar over the edge harder than I've ever seen before and he slips out as Dixon turns his full attention on me. He jumps up without taking his mouth off my pussy for more than a second, drops down on his knees between our thighs and slides three fingers deep into me. Slamming them roughly into me and up slightly, he lets his teeth graze my clit until I'm so close to coming it almost hurts and I feel like I could cry. He waits a few seconds longer, thrusting his fingers deeper, harder, and faster, before biting down gently on my clit, causing me to spiral out of control. His name, Gunnar’s name, words I can't even understand, come out of my mouth as I work through my orgasm. I must blackout for a bit because when I finally come to, I've been drug up onto the pillows and am tucked safely between both of them as they touch me and make sure we all are all right.

  Dixon pulls me back into his chest and I wiggle as much as I can to get comfortable. Cocking my finger, I urge Gunnar to move closer, knowing I need him touching me too. Looking up I try to keep my eyes open but when Gunnar’s fingers drift over my face it makes me even more relaxed than before.

  “You OK, baby?” he whispers.

  I groan and mumble into Dixon’s bicep. “So good.”

  In the silence for the next few minutes I’m completely at peace, completely content to lie here with the two most important men in my world. I’m relaxed and happy. That is until Dixon’s phone starts screaming from the nightstand. He grumbles, turning away from me to reach for it, and swears when he reads the message. After setting the
phone back where it was he wraps his arms around me and squeezes.

  “You have to go?” I whisper, trying to hide the fear in my voice but all three of us know it’s there.

  Brushing the hair away from my neck, he runs his lips from my shoulder to my jaw. Turning my face he kisses me, deepening it just enough to make me want more, but he pulls away. “Yeah, I do. I’ll be back as soon as I can though.” Shifting me into Gunnar’s embrace, he gets up and pulls his pants on before bending down and kissing me again. “Love you, Sunshine.”

  I tell him I love him too and watch him pull his shirt over his head before saying goodbye to Gunnar and leaving. I roll over, burying my face against Gunnar’s chest and breathe him in to try and calm my nerves. His fingers drift along my spine as we lie in silence until I can’t take it anymore.

  “I hate this,” I admit. “Why the hell does he have to run into burning buildings? Why can’t he do something like fix cars or scan groceries?”

  The tone in my voice hits my ears and I cringe. I sound like a ten year old that isn’t getting her way, and that’s not OK with me. I apologize, making Gunnar chuckle, but I can tell it’s forced. He’s just as nervous as I am even if he won’t admit it. They might not love each other the same way they love me, but the love is there and it’s undeniable. “Baby, you know as well as I do that Dixon would never be happy doin’ anything but what he’s doin’.” Pressing his lips against my forehead, he sighs. “He’s more careful than anyone I’ve ever met and he has some of the best guys with him to keep him safe.”

  “Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” I whisper into his chest.

  “I know, baby. But constantly waitin’ for the worst to happen is only gonna make the time until he’s home drag on.”

  He’s right, but I don’t have the slightest clue what to focus on to take my mind off the missing person in the room.

  “It’s not fair that they have to call him in on his days off. I may worry the entire time he’s away on overnights, but it’s a lot easier when I don’t know when he’s out on a call.”

  “Look at me, baby.”

  I wiggle back a bit so I can tilt my head and look at him. He drags his index finger slowly across my forehead before tracing the features of my face. As his finger glides toward my eyes I close them and let him run over my lids before making the trip around again. He’s barely touching me but it feels so good that I sigh contently and lose myself in the feeling. It isn’t until my limbs feel too heavy to move and I know I’m falling asleep, that the fact that he knew exactly what to do to take my mind off everything hits me. He has always been the person that was able to get me to relax in high stress situations but his method tonight was so effective I didn’t even notice I wasn’t thinking. I was too busy paying attention to the way he was touching me to care about stressful thoughts in my head.

  I’m not sure how long I’m asleep before Dixon gets back, but the instant the bed shifts my eyes fly open. It’s still pretty dark even with the lamp next to bed turned on, casting a dim light. It’s not bright enough to hurt my eyes, but it gives off enough light to show me that his hair is wet. I usually wake up at the slightest sound so how Dixon managed to get his loud truck into the driveway and take a shower without waking me up, leaves me wondering exactly what Gunnar did to me to put me to sleep.

  Even in the dark I can tell something is wrong because he’s tense. I’m not sure if I can actually see it, but I can feel it roll off him in waves. Gunnar snores softly, his arms wrapped around me so my back is pinned against his stomach and one of my hands is tucked into his. Trying hard not wake him up, I reach out and settle my hand against Dixon’s bare back. Almost instantly the tension leaves his body and he leans back into my touch. It makes me smile knowing I have this effect on him.

  “Everything good?” I whisper.

  He nods silently. Standing up he pulls back the bedding and drops his boxers to the floor before climbing in next to me. Dixon reaches behind him for the light switch and as soon as the room is dark he scoots as close to me as he can get. We try our best not to disturb Gunnar while Dixon gets situated. Chest to chest, he makes sure that every inch of skin that can be touching, is. His arm slips around me, tucking between my back and Gunnar’s chest. His other one rests on the pillow above our heads and he rubs a section of my hair between his fingers.

  Now that my eyes have adjusted to the dark I can see him. He looks completely worn down, both physically and mentally, and still smells of smoke despite his shower. Sliding my free hand up his chest to his neck, I rest my palm and draw my fingers back and forth lightly. Dixon matches his breathing with the movement of my fingers, and with each exhale his body relaxes a bit more. His eyes, as tired as they look, never leave mine.

  “Are you sure you’re OK?” I ask, breaking the comfortable silence to make sure.

  “Positive,” he whispers, the exhaustion evident in his voice.

  “Do you need anything?”

  He takes a deep breath in, the corners of his mouth just barely perking up before he exhales. It doesn’t take much of a movement at all for him to tip his chin in and kiss me. It doesn’t last long, and it isn’t passion filled or tempting. It’s nothing more than his lips on mine, but it is filled with more love and emotion than I know what to do with. When he opens his mouth to answer he leaves me speechless.

  “Sunshine, everything I could ever possibly need is right here in this bed.”

  “So where are your double cocksicles?” Mark asks, twirling the straw in his drink before stealing the last mozzarella stick from the basket in the center of the table and taking a bite.

  “Greedy bitch,” Lynsey scowls. “Couldn’t stand to let anyone else put that stick in their mouth, huh?”

  “They were grabbing dinner with Ryan and a couple guys from the firehouse and going to the drag strip to watch the Pink Slip races in Bristol,” I interrupt her, laughing at their banter. I’ve been anxiously waiting for this night out all week. Don’t get me wrong, I love my guys, but I needed a night with Mark and Lynsey. With playoffs in full swing, Dixon’s off the wall work schedule, and the store being busier than ever, none of us have had much time to do anything.

  “The bromance is back in full bloom, isn’t that sweet?” Lynsey says, sipping her cocktail. “I’m glad it worked out for you, babe.”

  “Thank you,” Mark and I say in unison, as the waitress approaches, setting our plates down in front of us.

  When she turns and walks away, Mark arches an eyebrow at me, a grin spreading across his face. “I want details you lucky bitch. Four hands, two mouths…” he trails off, fanning himself with his napkin as he spins pasta onto his fork.

  Lynsey grips the table, “Stop humping the table leg, you whore,” she says, before mumbling something about a cock cage that has Mark’s fork full of pasta freezing in midair, his eyes snapping to hers before dropping to his food.

  “Everything’s good,” I say, feeling my cheeks heat. “Really good. We’ve had a few hiccups, but we’re all committed to making this work.”

  Mark looks up at me and nods. His eyes move to Lynsey quickly, and there is something different about how he looks at her, something that has me curious. Before one of them catches me staring, I turn my attention toward my bacon cheeseburger and loaded southern style cheese fries.

  Turning her attention to her steak, she slices into the meat. “Motherfucker, this beast is still mooin’.” Brushing the hair over her shoulder, she stands to her feet and grabs her plate.

  “Lyn, let me…” I start, but she is already turned and passing tables and waiters, heading straight for the kitchen.

  “Do you have bail money?” Mark asks around a bite of pasta. “Because I think she’s gonna need bail money.”

  I wince, counting down in my head until I hear it.

  “I ordered my steak well fucking done!” she shouts so loud enough that it echoes throughout the crowded restaurant. Silverware clatters and people stop talking, all focusing on the still swingin
g kitchen doors. “How fucking hard is it to handle your meat as ordered?”

  Members of the staff are all heading into the kitchen to try to calm her, but I can’t help looking at Mark. His eyes are fixed on the kitchen door, and I can’t help reaching over and covering his hand with mine. “You OK, honey?” I ask, squeezing reassuringly.

  “Sure thing,” he whispers, sounding anything but.

  The door to the kitchen flies open a few minutes later, slamming against the wall as Lynsey emerges carrying a plate. Dropping it to the table, she settles in her chair again and sighs. “I swear, how hard is it to do what you’re told. For fuck’s sake you’d think I was asking for someone to eat my ass.”

  Mark chokes on his drink, sputtering as he tries to breathe. Lynsey’s eyes snap to his, her lips pressing into a hard line. I feel almost as if I am intruding on a private moment. What the actual fuck?

  “Am I missing something?” I ask, taking a bite of my pickle.

  “Nothing,” Lynsey snaps, cutting into her perfectly well done steak and taking a bite.

  Mark huffs loudly before standing and excusing himself to the bathroom. The moment he is out of sight, I look at Lynsey. Her eyes glance at me before going back to her food. “I feel as if you’re judging me, and that’s not OK, Kennedy.”

  “No, not judging you,” I reply. “Just hoping you’ll tell me why shit is so tense between you two lately.”

  She stops eating. Setting down her silverware, she shrugs. “Because I made the mistake of commanding his ass to heal then fucking it with my strap on. After that, he fucked my ass with his tongue. And his cock...” Shrugging again, she blows out a breath. “Shit got awkward and that brings us to this weird little dance we’ve been doing that usually ends up with us naked and fucking on every hard surface of my condo, a few places at the shop, and one very nice sized storage closet at that damn spa.”