Ours: Book Six in The Everett Gaming Series

by Drew Sera

  We hadn't been golfing in so long. I'm sure Matt will beat us, but I don't even care. I was looking forward to getting back out on the greens with them.

  9

  Saturday, March 8th

  Anthony

  I woke up to a warm and then cool sensation around my cock. I didn't open my eyes but concentrated on the movements. Sydney's sweet mouth was welcoming me to my day. I reached down and gently stroked her cheek with my thumb. Her warm mouth left my raging hard on and went over to service Colin's erection. While she sucked on Colin, her hand continued to stroke me.

  Sydney's mouth returned to mine, and I was back in heaven. Colin was moving around on the bed and had positioned himself behind Sydney.

  “Baby, keep your mouth on Anthony,” Colin instructed, and then he parted her ass cheeks and went down between them. Colin loves her ass. I love it too, but Colin is the resident ass guy. That's fine; her soft, warm mouth can stay on my cock. Her mouth felt so good. I wanted to thrust my cock deep into her mouth, but I didn’t. I knew that wasn't a good idea. We've been playing and testing our waters since her return. But I just don't know where that line is again.

  I kept my eyes closed and imagined Sydney on her knees, bound by rope and my cock thrusting deeply into her mouth. My hands would be on her head, holding her still while I fucked her mouth until I came. She'd swallow and then Colin would come over and fuck her mouth until he came. He'd also unload in her mouth, and her belly would be full of us. I'd untie her, and we'd take care of her. Fuck, I grew stiffer just imagining her in rope.

  “Fuck, sunshine. You feel so good.”

  I moved to try to get in a better position but ended up staying still as I felt a sharp cramp creep up on me. I don't think either of them noticed. I moved my leg to see if it would help with the pain. I felt like I had been hit by electricity when her hand firmly took hold of my balls and began to rub. Fuck yes! This burst of pleasure washed over the pain I was feeling, and I quickly remembered feeling like this in my younger years; pain and pleasure. I forced myself to stay as still as possible even though I wanted to hold her head and fuck her mouth. I grabbed the sheets and let myself get lost in the euphoric blend of pleasure and pain until I came hard in her mouth. It felt so fucking good. This kind of feeling was dangerously addictive, and I nearly lost myself to it once before in my life, and I promised not to go back there again. But, fuck. It felt incredible. I was able to open my eyes and saw her head resting on my thigh, my cock in her mouth and a sweet smile starting to turn the corners of her mouth. She moaned here and there from Colin's tongue and really looked like she was getting close to coming.

  “Fuck her, Col. Give her something to think about while we're golfing this afternoon.”

  I enjoy watching Colin fuck Sydney. I thoroughly loved watching the look of bewilderment spread across her cute face when Colin sticks his cock in one of her holes, though it’s usually her ass. He got up on his knees, took hold of her hips and plunged into her pussy. He banged her quickly and hard until he came. I loved seeing the smiles spread across their faces.

  We snuggled Sydney for a while as we settled down and began to ease into the day. Our day was pretty much already set. I wanted to help Sydney clean up the kitchen and great room and get it ready for our guests tonight. Our guests. I liked the way that sounded. I was part of something really great, and I loved the way it felt.

  After a playful shower, which included me playfully giving Sydney a soapy rectal exam over my knee, we all began to get ready for our day. I made it downstairs first and pulled out cereal and fruit for a quick breakfast and started some coffee. While I was waiting for the coffee, I gathered a bunch of papers that had been tossed next to the coffee maker. I picked up a referral form that Matt had given me for the colonoscopy.

  No.

  I didn't want it and certainly didn't want to think about it today. I was frozen on the spot when Colin came into the kitchen and reached across me to grab the coffee. I quickly tried to shuffle it under the stack of the other things in my hand and glanced up at Colin. He was leaning against the counter now, looking at me. I shook my head begging him not to start anything.

  “Anth, it might help with your stomach.”

  “No, it won’t.” I quickly shook my head and moved away. Fuck, I was running again. I stopped and turned to look at Colin. He was still leaning against the counter and looked calm. “I don't think there's anything physically wrong with me.” I had to elaborate. “Chris,” I started but swallowed unexpectedly. Why is this shit so fucking hard for me? “Chris thinks I'm making my stomach hurt when I think of certain things or recall certain things. Like um, a physical reaction to something psychological.” Now I couldn't look at him. I stared at the counter and ran my finger along the edge of the granite. Why wasn't he saying anything? I risked a glance at him, and he was looking at me calmly.

  “That's a possibility, Anth. Our minds are powerful things. But,” Colin said and was now walking towards me. He stood next to me and looked down at my stomach. “I saw how much pain Matt caused just by pushing on your abdomen. I know you're in some pain, Anthony. I saw it this morning, and I can tell you were in discomfort.”

  “No, it's just…at Matt’s office, he pushed, and I wasn't ready.”

  Colin cut me off from making excuses and put his hand on my shoulder just as Sydney appeared in the kitchen with a smile on her face.

  “I'm so excited! Today is party day!” She exclaimed and sat down at the breakfast bar.

  She was all smiles over my birthday. How the fuck did I get so lucky? I relaxed again when it was clear that Colin wasn't going to harp on the referral from Matt.

  10

  Saturday, March 8th

  Colin

  While Anthony was getting ready for golf, Sydney and I were in the den wrapping up his gifts. I have to admit, I was really excited for tonight. Anthony had never had a birthday party, and Sydney was dead-set on making sure he had a hell of a party.

  He had such fucking assholes for parents. Not so much his biological father, but more so his bitch mother who did nothing more than throw her son to the wolves. How can you tell a child that they were a mistake? Matt and I had it so good when we grew up. I had to shake that from my head. My blood boils when I think about Anthony's childhood.

  Sydney was taking extra care with wrapping the journal she picked out for him. I know he will appreciate what she went through to get it. I pulled the picture frame out of a box and stared at it. He'd like it. I hoped he'd like it. Sydney liked it when she and I picked it out yesterday at the stationary store. The picture frame was silver with some blue lines going around the edges. It was masculine and minimalistic looking, so it was perfect for him. I cleaned the glass, and when I was satisfied, I inserted the picture I printed of Sydney, Anthony and me in California. It was the one we had someone take of us while we were on our drive down the coast. I really love this picture because it speaks volumes about our relationship, yet does so quietly. I wanted him to put this on his desk at work. He can't be open about our relationship, and I know he says it doesn't bother him, but I don’t know how it can’t bother him. It bothers me that he can't be open about something so great. He keeps a couple pictures of Sydney underneath things in a drawer at work. The day he brought her to the office, it killed him to not be able to touch her. That part of it sucks, but it's just how it has to be. But at least he can have this picture on his desk. I flipped the picture over and wrote on the back of the photo “No matter what, I’ll always have your back.” I think he will connect with it. I put the picture in the frame and slipped the frame back in the box and stuck it in a gift bag.

  “You can't just put it in a gift bag,” Sydney said and started to come over to where I was working on the gift. “Sir, you have to put tissue paper in the bag and make it look nice.”

  I took hold of her hands and wrapped her up in a hug. God, I loved her.

  “Make it look pretty for me, baby. While you do that, I'm going to work on this ca
rd. I'm going to put something in the card about Irons.”

  I had given a lot of thought to what I wanted to put in his card. I remembered how he clung to the card Sydney and I gave him the morning he went to the police station. I hadn’t really thought too much of it but realized how much it meant to him. As I was putting the finishing touches on it, the doorbell rang. I knew Anthony would get it and I expected it was Gina and Matt. Sydney and I left the den to go greet Matt and Gina. The girls were going to wrap the He-Man action figures later.

  The girls had their plans, and I headed out with Anthony and Matt to golf. I had a golf cart on the section of my backyard that blends into the golf course, so we took that to the clubhouse. I couldn't help but think back to the last time we golfed and the terrible nightmare that happened.

  We were getting ready to begin, and Matt and I were rummaging around in his bag for a blank score card.

  “Not that it matters. I'm sure you'll hand it to Anth and me again.”

  I was joking and making light of the fact that Matt usually wins. Matt was a little subdued and wasn't poking back. A score card blew out of the bag, and Anthony retrieved it and flipped it over.

  “Is that a blank?” Matt asked.

  Anthony shook his head and handed it back after spending a little longer than usual looking at it. I glanced down to see that it was the score card from that day. I tried to regain some composure and calm down. I don't know why it affected us the way it had. Everything was okay now. Sydney and Gina were both home and safe. I ended up finding a blank card in my bag and motioned for Anthony to go first. He swung, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't with a ton of effort. I didn't say anything though, and we played on. By the fourth hole, Matt looked over at me after Anthony swung. I knew Matt wanted to make some comment about Anthony being in obvious discomfort. I shook my head at him, hoping he'd just leave it alone for today.

  “It's his birthday, Matt. Let him be.”

  “Technically, his birthday is Tuesday.”

  I flipped him off. We finished our game with Matt winning again and then headed to the clubhouse patio for our usual post-game banter. I kept my eye on the clock though so I was sure the girls had enough time to get ready for the party. Matt and I got beers, and Anthony just sipped on bottled water.

  “So, you guys ready for your big client next week?”

  Fuck, how do I keep forgetting Cheng's coming in next week? You'd think because it was our biggest single contract that I'd have this dialed in. Truth be told though, I've had so much going on that it keeps me from allowing myself to get wrapped up too much with work.

  “Yeah, I had some people from work make the arrangements and that sort of thing. You probably won't see much of us next week. I'll keep you in the loop.”

  “Are you taking Sydney to the functions?”

  “Yes. She will be glued to my side,” I told Matt.

  “Well, if something comes up, she's welcome to hang out at our place with Gina. That way she's not home alone and you guys don't have to worry.”

  I thanked Matt for the offer and will consider it. There are going to be a lot of dinners, cocktail parties and late nights, but I planned on Sydney accompanying us.

  Anthony was leaning back in his chair gazing up at the TV with basketball on. His hands were clasped behind his head, and Matt had thrown a pretzel from the munchie mix at him. Somehow Matt landed a perfect shot, and the pretzel made it through the sleeve hole that he was aiming for. Anthony rolled his eyes and stood to untuck his shirt and retrieve the pretzel.

  “I've never really had the opportunity to toss pretzels in your shirt's arm holes, Anth.”

  “Too bad for you. I've always worn the short sleeves.”

  Matt leaned back in his chair and tilted his bottle up to his lips while he watched Anthony look back up at the TV. Matt glanced at me and then back at Anthony.

  “Your shirts have never afforded me the opportunity until today. Those sleeves have never been loose on your arms.”

  Damn Matt. Anthony didn't even look over at Matt, but he did exhale louder than usual. I shot Matt a look warning him to not start anything.

  “I'm trying, Matt,” Anthony said quietly while still keeping his eyes glued to the TV.

  Matt tilted the rest of his beer back and roughly rubbed on Anthony's arm.

  “I know you're trying and I don't want to see you get frustrated and shut down. You know we’re here for you, right?”

  Anthony pulled his attention away from the TV and looked Matt and me in our eyes. He nodded and tossed the pretzel at Matt's chest. Anthony knew he could talk to any of us about anything at any time. And in his defense, he was trying. Just like Sydney was.

  When we got back to the house, we checked out all of the decorating the girls did. They had huge smiles on their faces and were pleased with their work. Everything was ready. Matt and Gina went home for a bit to change for the party while the three of us got ready.

  I got out of the shower, and when I went into our bedroom, Anthony was sitting on one of the ottomans with Sydney in his arms. He told her how much he loved her and thanked her for helping to put together a birthday party. If my V senses were right, I'd say Anthony was possibly a bit emotional.

  As our guests began arriving, I reminded Sydney that we are among friends and free to be ourselves. I didn't want her afraid to show or receive affection around Anthony tonight. Everyone that was invited knew the three of us were involved. I was looking forward to having everyone over. The last time we saw most of them was when Sydney and Anthony were in the hospital. We saw Will and Blake more recently, but I hadn't seen Seth, Evan or Cathy and her and Blake's subs since Sydney and Anthony were in the hospital. I could have done without seeing Evan, but he was friends with Will and had helped us out while Sydney and Anthony were in the hospital.

  Sydney was by my side when I opened the door to Blake and Cathy and their two subs, Noah and Kelsie. I hadn't seen Blake since I uprooted Sydney and Anthony last month and took them away from all the madness going on around us. Blake and I shook hands, and then he pulled me into a guy hug and thumped me on my back.

  “Colin! You look good. A little thinner, but you look good. Got some of the California sunshine on your skin.”

  “It's good to see you too, Blake.”

  I re-introduced Sydney to Blake's wife, Cathy and then to Kelsie and Noah. It was almost odd to see Noah and Kelsie with clothes on. Sydney took Cathy, Kelsie, and Noah into the kitchen to get them beverages leaving me with Blake.

  “It's really good to see you, Colin. How was your trip?”

  “It was good for all of us.”

  “Yes, I was going to say that little lady of yours looks like she was out in the sun quite a bit.”

  “She loved the ocean. She had never been to the beach or seen the coast. Sydney loved sitting in the sand, writing. She’d sit out there for hours. No noise, she could just…be. We had a good time, Blake.”

  I shared with him our evening spent at the Basement, and he indicated that he was familiar with Casey. I took him to my playroom and showed him the pictures that we had taken while we were in California. I knew there was a chance some of our guests would be in here tonight, so I had the lights up but on a dim setting. Blake walked around checking out our new framed photos that I hung proudly on the wall.

  “Look at that. My, my, my. The chemistry the three of you have is so strong it’s easily captured on film.” Blake mused as he stood in front of the picture with Sydney kneeling but sitting back on her heels. Sydney's back was to the photographer and Anthony and I were both facing her. We wore pants and no shirts, and her hands were resting on the waistbands of our pants. Anthony and I are staring down at her, and she is looking up at us. “She most certainly is a little sub, but I'd say she's got quite the grip on you two. I never thought you and Anthony would find someone like Sydney. You've coined her your missing piece. She definitely is that.”

  Blake understands exactly what Sydney does to Anthony and me. She is
our everything, and there isn't a thing that Anthony and I wouldn't do for her. Blake suddenly frowned and then took a step back and glanced at a few other photographs on the wall. He moved around the room looking at all of our new ones.

  “What is it, Blake?”

  “He still carries some of those wounds.” Blake looked over at me and then back at the photo. “That bullet wound probably won't go away, but I was hoping some of those lash marks would fade more along with some of the bruising. And he's lost weight.”

  While Anthony still isn't a skinny guy, he's lost some of the bulk right now. I didn't think Anthony could tolerate any more weight comments, so I asked Blake not to bring it up tonight. Blake nodded and then we went off to the kitchen where many of our guests were at. He was really looking forward to seeing Anthony.

  My eyes scanned the kitchen, and I locked onto Sydney. She and Gina were pulling the cake from the box to set it out on the counter with all the other food. The Superman cake was drawing attention, and everyone thought it was an awesome looking cake. Pizzas, wings, and salads had just been delivered, so everyone was gathering in the kitchen to begin filling their plates. There were a lot of people moving around in the kitchen, and I could see Sydney starting to get nervous around so many bodies.

  When I found Anthony in the crowd, I could see that his eyes were on Sydney. He sensed her unease and left Seth's side to move toward her. Sydney was starting to nervously pace in different directions near the fridge, unsure of where to go or what to do. She turned, bumping into Matt and before she could bring her hands up to wrap around her midsection, as she often does when she's nervous, Anthony took hold of her hands and stilled her. Matt was close to the two of them, and Anthony moved his body so that it sheltered her from any wandering eyes that would have otherwise been staring at her. From where I was standing though, I could see that he was bent over her and his cheek was touching her head with both of her hands in one of his. His free arm was wrapped around her shoulders and touching her other cheek with his hand. He was calming her easily with a gesture that looked nothing more than a hug. I couldn't hear the words, but I knew that whatever he was saying to her was with love. She took a few deep breaths and then he pulled away from her but let his hand drop to hold her around her waist. Good. I was glad to see that he was maintaining the connection with her. Everyone here knew what Sydney has been through and everyone was well aware of her connection with Anthony.