Michael’s hand caught the dark waves that had fallen over her face, pushing them aside, as they obstructed his view. Holding the shimmering curtain out of the way, he smiled at what lay before him; her mouth caressing and cajoling his tender flesh, and aware that the other man manipulated hers.
The girl remained focused on the task before her, working to please him. She could feel her pulse in her throat, her heart racing at the excitement their actions produced. A deep ache formed in the pit of her soft folds, her body growing eager to be filled and stretched. Her hollow made sticky crackles as Enrique fingered her, pushing her along and preparing her, first with one finger, then with two.
A moment later, the man behind grabbed her hips, pulling himself up and slipping inside her warm folds easily, fucking her with full hard strokes. Reaching forward, he grabbed some of the hair that Michael had been holding out of the way, tugging it firmly, as if to remove her mouth from the other man’s swollen organ.
Afraid her teeth would injure the delicate flesh, she complied, licking and stroking him instead. She enjoyed the taste of the salty ooze, squeezing him to extract more of the precious liquid for her tongue to swipe at playfully.
Michael pursed his lips, his mind slipping into chaos; the couple before him played havoc with his desire to be gentle with the woman he loved. Reaching up, he grabbed her forearms, freeing himself completely, and roughly dragging her forward, out of the reach of the man who had been punishing her from behind.
A sneer curling his lips, Enrique pushed her, helping to guide her, until she sat on the other man and lay forward, her nipples tickled by the hairs of the heaving chest beneath her. He smiled down at her crinkled orifice, applying another squirt of gel before making his way inside her in one quick thrust.
Tori caught her breath as he slid inside her; inhaling sharply, her lungs clamped down and refused to take in air. Pushing herself up straight, she wedged her body so that neither of them could move for a moment, her fingers grasping her husband’s ribs firmly as she gasped, the pain of the sudden stretching causing her to tremble.
Wrapping her from behind, Enrique held still for a moment, moving his hand up and down the length of her torso before palming her pubic bone and applying pressure to the mounds of flesh that covered it. Soothing and comforting her, he whispered into her neck, “Relax, baby girl; you can do this. Just breathe.”
Releasing her when he could feel her respirations returning, he eased her back down, pushing her breasts against Michael’s broad chest, and adjusting himself more above her so he could take her in deep, hard strokes. Grinning at the man below him, he drove her with an even rhythm, causing her to moan loudly between them.
Kissing Michael lightly, she felt his hands holding her firmly, and she focused on his warm, moist lips. Gripping the pillow on either side of his head, she continued to cry out; struggling to relax, she accepted them both, and could feel them bumping against one another inside her. Feeling her mate beginning to pant beneath her, she queried hoarsely, “Does it excite you, love?”
His reply a loud groan against her face, his grip on her ribs grew firm, almost painful. His hips pushed up against her, struggling to move. His jaw dropped, he huffed, his earthy noises growing louder when his moment of fulfillment drew near.
“My nasty bitch,” Enrique called to her from behind, “My filthy fucking whore.”
Michael smiled against her cheek, then kissed her harder, grabbing the flesh of her rounded rear end to announce his release. “Oh my GOD, baby girl, you’re so nasty,” his sweaty forehead pressed against hers, he gripped her, “I love your nasty,” he breathed.
She could feel him pulsing inside her, and Enrique pushed himself in and held still, holding off his own fulfillment. She moaned at the pleasure of Michael’s juices being added to hers, nuzzling his neck and breathing against his moistness.
When the undulation had faded away, Enrique adjusted his position again, driving her body hard against the man beneath them. The excitement of his presence drove her over the edge, and she began to cry out, the moment of her own crossing growing near. Grabbing her husband’s shoulders, then weaving her fingers through locks of hair, she pushed back against the man who slapped in rhythm with her, almost sobbing at the feel of him.
“Don’t stop, baby,” she begged, “Please dear lord, don’t stop.”
Michael’s hands found their way to her scalp and pulled her head back, her neck taught so he could nuzzle and bit at it. His breath on her windpipe, he licked at the bands within.
Enrique clawed at her hips when he felt the waves overtake her, her calls loud enough, for a moment he thought of the neighbors. His own time came only seconds after, and once over the top, his tingling hands struggled to hold on until the end. Laying over her back, his chest heaved against her, “Jesus Christ,” he panted, his sweat dripping onto her.
Tori could see the smile on Michael’s face, pleased that everything had in fact, been ok. Lying between them, she exhaled loudly, cleansing her blood from the thrill of their moment. She loved the feel of their hands as they tempted her tingling flesh, dancing across it and causing her breath to come in uneven gasps of joy.
Her mate’s breathing slowing, he felt relieved that it had been so easy in the end. He could feel the other man withdraw from her, the satiated grin still on her lips. Stroking a few loose hairs away from her face, he kissed her, the satisfaction welling inside his chest. He knew it had been their first time, but surely not their last.
Who Cares
Tori’s boots stomped loudly on the porch, making her way to the door, and she called over her shoulder, “Come on in, Enrique.”
The men were coming up the steps as well, everyone tired from their long trek, having pushed the rest of the way without stopping. Flicking on the light, she chased away the darkness, happy to see that things were pretty much the way they had left them. An elated feeling had settled over her when they hit town, and watching him look around her house brought her immense joy.
Throwing her arms around her mate, she breathed in his ear, “Thank you,” as if he had brought home a stray dog for them to take in.
Hugging her tightly, he didn’t mind. “You’re welcome,” he replied, then called out more loudly, “We need to get over to the diner and eat before it closes. Drop your stuff and we’ll be back in a bit.”
Sliding into their regular booth a few minutes later, Enrique fell in next to the girl, then looked around anxiously, “Aren’t they gonna finds the three of us being together a little… odd.”
“Who cares,” Tori sighed, looking at the outline of her shop in the dim glow of the street light. “I love you both, and what are they going to do about it.” Her admission tumbled out before she could stop it, followed by a soft flush as she grinned. “You know what I mean,” she recovered after a moment.
Trish noticed them a moment later and dashed over to welcome them. Taking the lead, Michael introduced the other man, “Trish this is Enrique. I don’t know if you remember the last time he was here,” he pointed with an open palm. “He didn’t get to stay long then, but I’m pretty sure he’s a new resident in town.”
If she had any negative thoughts about his arrival, she kept them to herself. Taking their orders, she made for the kitchen to put them in, and busied herself with preparing to close.
“See, that wasn’t so hard,” Tori joked, smiling at the man next to her.
Back at their dwelling a short time later, their bellies were full and Tori could feel the exhaustion taking its hold on her. Giving the newest member of their family a brief tour, she led him through the large dining area that stood in the center of the first floor, and the kitchen that sat in the back. “We were working on this part when we got the call about the band,” she explained the cluttered appearance.
Leading him up the stairs, which faced the front door, she pointed out the bedrooms that sat to the right, “The front is the master, and these other two are nice sized. This one is the nursery,” s
he stepped into the closest one.
“The nursery?” Michael exclaimed, “When did you decide this?”
“When I got my first period,” she breathed, looking around at the peeling paint. “I thought I would have plenty of time to fix it up though, before we needed it.”
“We have time,” Enrique smiled, “I like this place. So’s the other bedroom mine?”
“Actually,” Michael interceded, “I’ve been thinking about that. There are two more bedrooms on the third floor. You and I should each take one, and let her have the master.”
“You’re gonna make me sleep alone?” Tori gasped, causing her mate to chuckle.
“I doubt you will ever sleep alone, baby girl,” he shook his head. “I want us each to have our own space. I know things are all shiny and exciting right now, because it’s all new, but trust me… this is going to take some getting used to. And you’re right,” he tossed his chin at the other man, “There are some people in this town who’re going to look down on us.”
“Really,” Enrique’s grin was almost evil, “We could have some fun with that.”
“Well, if you guys are taking the bedrooms upstairs, you won’t be doing it tonight. The other bedroom, in the back, is made up since we stayed in it while we cared for Marge,” she smiled, waving her hair about as she sauntered down the hall. “Or you can sleep in the master with me,” she teased. Trailing after her into the larger, front bedroom, Michael’s prediction that she wouldn’t sleep alone proved to be true, as the three of them shared a bed for the second night in a row.
The following morning, Tori rose early and went for a run, eager to get back into somewhat of a routine. Opening the back door an hour later, she found Enrique preparing breakfast, while her husband made a list of supplies. “Where did you get the food?”
“It was in the cooler,” Enrique supplied, “I guess your brother left it here. I gave ‘em the float test, and they’re still good.” Glaring at the eggs fondly, she sufficed herself by making dry toast after checking the loaf for mold, deciding it to be the safer of the two.
“You know it won’t last forever,” her husband teased.
“What won’t,” she replied, locating a bottle of water in the fridge.
“The morning sickness. It does go away eventually,” he smiled, trying to encourage her.
“Seems more like all day sickness to me, but that’s good to know,” she nodded, peering over at his list. “You guys already have plans for the day?”
“Yeah,” Enrique placed Michael’s plate in front of him. “We’re gonna clean out those bedrooms upstairs and gets us situated, then we’ll gets started on that room you wanted for the nursery.”
“Hey, don’t get ahead of yourselves,” she tore at her bread. “I don’t go to see the doctor for a few days, and I still have a bad feeling about this all working out.”
“Oh, you and your bad feelings,” Michael chided. “It’s fine. I hope it’s a boy. I always wanted a son,” he tossed at her with a grin.
Tori only shook her dark waves, “You guys can do that then. I’m going down to the shop to have a look around. I’ll be back for lunch.” Leaving her men to their agenda, she quickly showered and changed, eager to see her tools and put everything back in order.
Going in through the office door in the back, Tori frowned at the layer of dust that covered the interior. Damn, we left in such a hurry, we didn’t cover anything. Rolling up the front door, she got to work, enjoying the cool morning air, and starting with her tools on the counter in the back.
Hearing a man clear his throat, she turned, expecting to discover Enrique or Michael in the doorway. Instead, she found herself face to face with a short, stubby guy, wearing a long coat. She held her hand up to protect her eyes, struggling to make out his features with the glare of the sun behind him. “Hello?” her voice soft, but warm as she smiled, “What can I do for you?”
Stepping towards him, she lowered her arm slowly, staring at the hand he held extended towards her, and the pistol that was in it. “Who are you?”
“Who I am doesn’t matter,” he replied. “Your presence has been requested, and that’s what does.”
Flicking her eyes up to his face, she breathed, “You from The Organization?” She slid her ring calmly off her finger and placed it in her jacket pocket, detecting the gentle tinkle as it dropped against the little silver key.
“I wouldn’t ask too many questions,” he replied curtly. “I’m to bring you in alive if I can,” he chuckled, “Or leave your body here if I can’t”
“What about the town?” she shuffled her feet, moving closer to him, laying the two items onto the seat of the bike in front of her nonchalantly. “If I go quietly, you’ll leave them alone?”
“Of course,” her assailant raised his chin, “Things always go smoother when you cooperate.”
Tori swung her gaze around the small space, “Alright. Do I need to bring anything?” she continued to stall.
“No,” he informed her flatly. “Walk outside and get in the backseat. Don’t touch anything, and don’t talk to anyone.”
Moving to do as instructed, she strolled out front to find a small, late model sedan parked next the old pump area, another man sitting behind the wheel. Climbing in behind him, the fat man indicated for her to slide across, and he took the seat behind the driver before they drove away.
“Heads up!” Michael called loudly, dropping another armful of debris down the stairs.
“Got it,” Enrique replied, kicking it over into their growing pile. “Their family didn’t wants none o’ this stuff?” he wafted his hand around when he reached the top of the stairs.
“They looked it over after she died,” Michael coughed into his fist. “They took a few things, but the rest is junk. We can toss it.”
A few minutes later, Enrique resumed the conversation, “I actually need to talk to you about something, so’s I’m glad she’s down to the shop. It’s kinda for a surprise.”
“Ok,” Michael glanced over at his new friend, “What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you would mind if I gave Tori a ring,” the dark-haired man stood still, studying him as he spoke.
“A ring?” he stopped moving, wiping at the sweat on his upper lip, “She already has a ring.”
“I know,” Enrique shrugged. “The one you gave her, and I’m fine with that. I don’t wanna detracts from what it means to you because it means a lot to her too. I wanted to give her one of my own, so that she understands how much she means to me.”
Michael stared at his counterpart, “I get it. And I really do understand,” he began moving again, focusing on the project for a moment. “I don’t care if you give her another ring. You could get one that matches ours for yourself, as far as I’m concerned. Whatever you decide, I’ll back you.”
“You don’t thinks that would be weird, us having rings that matched?” Enrique stared at him, his jaw hanging and waiting for the reply.
“Why would it be weird?” Michael countered, keeping his hands busy, “You and I are connected through her. I mean, we can’t both be married to her… the law doesn’t allow that. But we can both love her, and who says that one of us loves her more? Who says that one of us matters more?”
A long silence followed, Enrique too stunned for words. Eventually, he found his voice, “I really appreciates that, Mike. You have no ideas how much it means to me.”
“Actually, I do,” he finally made eye contact, his own feelings lurking in his brown orbs. “This situation could so easily be the other way around, Enrique. I would be a fool to not see how it is.”
Working side by side, they continued to bag up the loose portions and old clothing, assessing the condition of the furniture when they were done clearing it. “You gettin’ hungry yet?” the dark-haired man finally asked. “My eggs are long gone.”
“Yeah,” Michael brushed at his clothes, “Let’s head down to the shop and get her. I’m sure she’s not thinking about lunch; forgets
everything when she gets into her bikes,” he grinned.
Arriving at the garage, the pair parked their rides next to hers, making their way through the wide open door. Placing his shades in his pocket, Michael’s gaze swung around slowly, searching the empty space. Making his way through the office, he arrived in the yard and stared at their first home. “Maybe she had to go pee.”
“Hey Mike!” Enrique’s voice sounded almost shrill.
“What?” Michael replied calmly, moving to rejoin him. Arriving back in the shop, he could see Enrique’s palm extended towards him, two shiny silver items resting upon it. “Where’d you get that?!?” his voice also became raised.
“It was sitting heres on the seat,” Enrique poked the leather, “Is that the key she told Eli she must have lost; you knows, when they took our stuff?”
Michael lifted the ring to peer inside, and finding the inscription. “Yes, it is. And this is her wedding band. No way this’s laying here by accident,” his breath grew shallow, the panic beginning to set in.
“You think she took off?”
“Not without help,” he reached over, taking the key and holding it up to the light, “Her bike is sitting outside. This is a signal. This key is from The Organization. That’s where she is; they have her.”
Enrique pursed his lips, not so eager to jump to conclusions, “I’m not so sure that’s what it means.”
“That’s fine,” Michael replied, pocketing the items. “Stay here if you want, see if she comes back. Me, I’m going after her.”
Looking around in bewilderment, Enrique shrugged to himself, then caught the rope to close the door to the shop. Climbing onto his bike, he kicked it over and headed after the other man, who had gotten a head start. Running up the stairs to their home, he called loudly, “Waits for me. What are we taking?”
Enrique found him standing beside the bed in the master bedroom; Tori’s pack lay scattered on top of it. Picking up her pair of knives, Michael turned one in each hand, noticing her name engraved in one of them. “She’s defenseless,” he breathed. Looking into the eyes of the other man, “We have to help her.” Holding out one of the weapons, “You want this?”
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