by S. M. Shade
“Well, I do. I love that salt and pepper look, and I’ll love it even more when you have a head full. Face it, Airen, you’re sexy to a spectacular degree. Nothing can change that.”
“Told you,” Joseph adds flippantly. “It’s sickening how perfect he is.”
“Look who’s talking. We have to worry about guys and girls drooling over you,” Airen points out.
“At least we’ll all be wrinkled and gray together.” Joseph slips his hand in Airen’s back pocket. Oh, if I had one wish in the world, he has just nailed it.
An hour later finds me sprawled on the top deck of the boat, soaking in the sunshine while Airen and Joseph lounge nearby, drinks in hand. The lake is still, the surface as smooth as glass. After the last few days, the silence is refreshing. I sneak a peek at my guys, all sweaty and gorgeous. Both are clad in swim trunks, and my gaze alternates between the hard ridges of Airen’s abs and Joseph’s lean ropey muscles.
“Keep looking over here like that, darlin’, and I can’t guarantee your safety.” Airen’s predatory grin makes my body leap to attention.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I reply smugly, turning onto my belly and unhooking the back of my bikini top. This shouldn’t take long. My eyes pop open when I feel a tug at my hip as they untie my bottoms. Airen pulls the fabric away and tosses it aside, leaving me bared to the hot summer sun. Their rough hands explore and caress my back, gliding down my spine before massaging my ass and thighs.
A moan escapes my lips as they press soft kisses from the nape of my neck to the small of my back. Oh, God, I’ll never get used to the sensation of their hands and lips on me.
“Turn over. Let me see those sweet breasts,” Joseph murmurs. I feel so exposed, lying nude in the middle of the lake, the breeze drifting over sensitized skin, drying my sweat and bringing my nipples to stiff peaks.
“She’s blushing.” Airen’s voice is light and teasing. Before I can respond, his lips close over mine, his tongue exploring my mouth as Joseph’s fingers dip between my legs, sending a delicious jolt through my body.
“And wet already,” Joseph replies. After shedding his shorts, he scoops me up and walks to his deck chair, placing me on his lap. My back sticks to his sweaty chest. Long fingered hands slide down my thighs before spreading my legs and hooking them over the wide arms of the chair. He shifts suddenly and I can feel him hard against my ass.
Airen’s gaze is searing as he kneels in front of us. Oh shit. In this position, tipped back against Joseph’s chest, his arms tight around me, legs spread eagle over the arms of the chair, I’m helpless, susceptible to Airen’s mouth. And he takes full advantage of it, eating me as if his sanity is at stake. Joseph’s hands massage my breasts while his soft lips trail down my neck in wet sucking kisses. He reaches a hand between us, and slides a finger between my cheeks.
“Joseph.” I can hear the trepidation in my voice as my body stiffens and I try to sit up.
“Easy, baby. Do you think I’d hurt you?” His soft voice gentles me, calms my nerves. Of course he won’t hurt me. On a few occasions Airen has touched me there, but only with a few light strokes, and he’s the only one since my first and last disastrous attempt at anal sex. I hope Joseph doesn’t think this is going to lead there. I just can’t do it.
Airen slows his frantic licking while Joseph rubs and presses against my rear. Oh shit. It feels so good. His finger slips easily inside and a moan escapes my throat. My face heats at the thought of him touching me this way, of Airen watching it. Joseph’s hot breath fills my ear. “Do you like it?”
“Trust me, she likes it. I almost drowned.” Airen grins up at him before planting his face between my legs again. Shit. I thought my face couldn’t get any redder. Joseph works his finger in and out gently while Airen sucks and licks until I think I’m going insane. There’s no slow buildup toward orgasm this time. Almost instantly, I’m on edge, and Airen knows it.
“Mmm, someone is keen for it today.” His voice is amused as he pulls away, dropping light kisses on the inside of both thighs.
“Airen!”
Joseph chuckles and Airen wears a devious grin. “What’s the matter? You want to come?”
“Yes!”
“What’s the magic word?” Oh. Bastard. I’m not begging him.
“Now!” I tug his hair, and Joseph’s chest vibrates with laughter.
“Stubborn girl,” Airen murmurs, slipping his fingers inside me, pushing me right to the brink again. “What’s this?” he teases, rubbing against Joseph’s finger through the thin wall that separates them. The feeling is indescribable and they both smile as I squirm and fight to control the sensations they’re bombarding me with.
“Airen.” My voice is desperate. My entire body trembles at the precipice and the seductive sound of his voice, smooth as silk, nearly sends me over.
“I can do this all day, sweetheart.” Curling his fingers up, he aims a few firm strokes in just the right place. “I love to rub this spot inside of you. This little rough patch that makes you whimper and scream my name.”
“God,” I moan, arching my back and trying to close my legs.
“No you don’t, baby.” Joseph pulls me back down, increasing the thrust of his finger in my ass. His hand grabs mine when I reach to touch myself, knowing the smallest amount of friction will send me skyward. My groan of frustration makes him chuckle in my ear. “You know what he wants to hear, ladybug.”
“Please,” I moan, surrendering once again. “Please, Air.” Joseph’s fingers travel down my stomach and between my legs, separating my folds for Airen’s persistent tongue. My moans quickly give way to a loud cry as the devastating sensations burst through me. Joseph sucks the sensitive spot behind my ear, circling his finger slowly inside me. Airen’s hand runs rough over each breast while he continues to work me with his mouth and fingers, making the spasms go on and on.
Before I can recover my senses, Joseph slides me down his lap and tilts my hips upward, making me draw my legs back even more. I’m completely open to Airen, and he sinks inside me with a low hiss. Fuck, it’s deep this way. I expect rough, but instead I get slow, graceful strokes. It doesn’t take long before I’m building again. He leans to lick and suck at my breasts before raising his head to thrust his tongue into Joseph’s mouth with a growl. It’s all I can take, and I come again, calling their names as Airen stills and shudders against me.
“That’s my girl,” Joseph whispers. His finger slips out of me and he lifts my legs from the arms of the chair, massaging the numbness away.
“Payback is a bitch, Joseph.” When they team up like that, I don’t stand a chance in hell. I love it.
My legs are shaky when Airen pulls me to my feet for a soft kiss. “You know you like it.”
“That was amazing,” I murmur, inhaling the scent of his sweat soaked skin. “I needed it.”
“Me too, darlin’.” Airen smirks and plants a hand in the middle of Joseph’s chest, shoving him back into the chair when he tries to stand. “Where the fuck you think you’re going?”
“Be careful, you could hurt someone with that thing.” I grin at Joseph, running a finger down his hard length.
Joseph’s eyes are sparkling emeralds in the sunlight. “Don’t make me bend you over this chair, Abigail.”
“Oh no,” Airen admonishes. “It’s our turn now.” He rounds the chair and clutches a fistful of Joseph’s hair, jerking his head back and devouring his mouth. Goddamn, they’re sexy.
Dropping to my knees, I run my hands up Joseph’s taut thighs, and swallow him whole with a low hum. He jerks and his hands delve into my hair. “Fuck, Abby.” I love the strain in his voice. “Easy, baby,” he pleads as I work him ruthlessly with my mouth. I have to laugh. Take it easy? He just held me down for Airen and fingered my ass. When he starts to move with me, I pull back with a grin, and he groans, painfully aware that payback is indeed, a bitch. “You going to make me beg?” He pants.
“Nah, does nothing for me.”
“It’s my turn.” Airen kneels beside me and delivers a hard lick up his length with the flat of his tongue. He licks and strokes and sucks, stopping again when Joseph is right on the brink.
“Fuck…what do you want?” Joseph pleads.
“You,” I murmur, taking over again with a languorous pace. We go on taking turns until Joseph is a quivering mess.
“It’s like hot potato,” Airen says, and I laugh. “Whose mouth will you come in?”
Nobody wins that game. When I release Joseph again, Airen pulls him out of the chair and growls, “Get on your hands and knees.” It’s comical how quickly Joseph complies. As Airen works his fingers inside him, I move around to see Joseph’s face, strained and euphoric. “You ready?” Airen rasps.
“Yes, quit fucking around!” The desperation in his voice makes me smile. I know that feeling. Joseph hisses, pulling a deep breath through his clenched teeth when Airen slides inside him. After a few shallow thrusts, Airen sits back on his heels and wraps an arm around Joseph’s hips, pulling him back to sit on his lap. His lips fall to Joseph’s neck, trailing soft sucking kisses down to his shoulder.
Fuck, they’re so hot together. Joseph’s back is plastered to Airen’s chest, sweat pouring off them as they fuck. Airen whispers something in Joseph’s ear, and he groans. I can no longer ignore what’s bobbing in front of me, begging for attention. They both have their eyes closed when I scoot forward and take him in my mouth again.
“Abby…oh fuck, yes.” His hand fists in my hair, while his other grips Airen’s muscled thigh. “Abby, baby, I’m gonna come,” he warns.
“Don’t you fucking dare. Not until I say,” Airen orders, shifting to grind against him. I feel him swell against my tongue, fighting not to lose it.
“Airen, I’m gonna…”
Taking pity on him, I slow my pace. His face crumples in concentration.
“Come on her tits, Joey. Now.”
I let him go and sit up just in time. He goes off like a rocket, squirting across my chest and belly, and the sound he makes is deeply satisfying. Airen groans behind him, hands digging into his hips. For once I get to watch them both when they lose control.
Joseph turns and collapses into the deck chair. With a growl, he jerks Airen into the chair with him. “You…” he pants.
“Me,” Airen agrees happily.
“Tied up and at our mercy, dark eyes. It’s going to happen.”
Airen laughs and nips his neck. “Let’s all go for a swim before you fall asleep. We’re all sticky.”
“Poor Abby. Look what you made me do to her.” Joseph gazes at me with fake pity, and Airen laughs.
“I can tell you’re really ashamed,” I reply, chuckling.
Airen shrugs, “We like you dirty, darlin’,”
After a quick dip in the lake, we gather on the lower deck of the pontoon boat to eat. Joseph grins at me, wiping watermelon juice from his chin. “I found season four of White Collar on DVD for you.”
“Really?” I squeal.
“Yep. We can watch it tonight.”
“What is your obsession with that show?” Airen asks. “You two act like a couple of teen girls.”
“Abby has a celebrity crush on Matt Bomer.” That’s an understatement.
“Shut up. I’m not the only one.”
“Excuse me? I’m the only celebrity you get to drool over,” Airen says.
“He thinks he’s a celebrity,” Joseph teases.
“If you could have a free pass to sleep with one famous person, who would it be?” I ask.
“Matt Bomer,” Joseph replies instantly.
“Nope, he’s mine. Try again.”
“We’ll share him.”
“Like that could ever work. Sharing a man.”
“Fine. Joe Manganiello.” He turns to Airen. “What about you? You get a free pass to fuck one person. Who would it be?”
A slow grin crosses Airen’s face. “Mila Kunis.” It occurs to me that for me and Joseph, these are unattainable fantasies. But Airen was famous. It’s different knowing he could have had her and so many others. I’m sure he did.
“Oh, Abby doesn’t like your answer.” Joseph chuckles.
“Well, it isn’t fair when he could’ve had her. Have you ever met her?” I ask.
Laughing, Airen pulls me into his lap. “Come here, you little jealous. No, I’ve never met her nor could I have had her. You overestimate my past relationships. No matter what the tabloids said, I’ve never slept with anyone who was famous.”
“Okay. Then if she shows up at our door and throws herself at you, she’s yours,” I reply with a giggle. “Pick a girl, Joseph.”
“Don’t do it man, it’s a setup.” Airen chuckles when I slap his leg.
“We’ll make it innocent then, just a kiss. If you could kiss any girl in the world who would it be?”
After a long pause, a sweet smile steals across his face and he leans to press his soft lips to mine. “You.”
“Suck up, “Airen grumbles, shaking his head in amusement as I dive on Joseph, kissing him until we can’t breathe.
“I hate to tell you this, ladybug, but you have it bad for me.”
We spend the remainder of the day talking and enjoying one another. Swimming, fishing, talking and laughing. Making love in the water and on the deck, the late summer sunshine warming our skin. Since we’re alone, clothes seem superfluous. Spending an entire day with a view and access to these sexy wet men definitely makes my list of beautiful, life affirming experiences. The things that make all the suffering and trials of life worth the trouble.
For a few precious hours, I’m able to let go of the fear and sadness that’s been crushing me. Maybe Jon really does just want to see Carson. As much as I despise the thought, perhaps I can compromise and he’ll keep his mouth shut. I feel a tiny flutter of hope that I can hang onto the love I’ve spent the day basking in so happily.
It’s late evening when we return home to find Jon and Carson playing cornhole while Gary lounges at the patio table, sipping a drink. He tips me a wink. “All good, here, Abs.” He grins, showing his stunningly white teeth.
“Thank you, Gary,” I reply gratefully. “I’d ask you to stay for dinner, but I have no idea what we’re doing yet. Tomorrow night? Lasagna?”
“Don’t tease me, girl.” His laugh rings out, smooth and deep.
“Six o’clock.”
“I’ll be here.”
Joseph and Airen look on as I approach Jon. “I’d like to speak to you alone after your game.”
He smirks. “Okay.”
“I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I’ve never needed a shower so badly, and I wonder vaguely if he can smell Airen and Joseph on me. I sure can. I leave him and Carson to their game. Airen and Joseph follow me into the bedroom, Airen right into the shower.
“Why do you want to be alone with him?” he demands.
“To discuss his intentions when it comes to Carson.”
“I can stay with you.”
“No, I don’t want him to put on a show for you or Joseph. I want a conversation, not a pissing contest.”
“Talk to him out front, and I’ll stay on the porch,” he suggests.
“You don’t trust me with him?” I ask quietly.
His hands travel over my wet shoulders. “Of course I do, darlin’. I don’t trust him, especially after your reaction when he first showed up.”
“I overreacted.” Joseph takes my place when I step out of the shower. We’re so accustomed to doing things as a group, it just comes naturally now.
“Abby.” Airen sighs.
Joseph looks him in the eye and proceeds to lather his hair. He has such a thing for Airen’s hair. “Let it go, beautiful. She needs to do this. We’ll be right inside if she needs us.”
“Fine,” he grumbles, “but I don’t like it.”
“Noted.”
The sun is sinking, painting the sky a blazing red when I return to the yard to talk to Jon. “How about
a game?” he asks, and tosses me a beanbag. How about I throw it as hard as I can at your junk? I follow him to the backyard where the cornhole boards are set up.
“Well, Gail. Spit it out,” he demands, tossing and missing his first throw.
“First, stop calling me Gail. It’s Abby. Second, tell me what it is you want. You’ve met Carson. What else do you want from me?”
“Well, aren’t we demanding? Don’t think that just because you have a few guys snowballed into sticking up for you that you can order me around, Abby. We both know this little ménage of yours isn’t going to last. You got lucky, what with the shortage of women after the plague.” Hate bubbles inside me at the arrogance and disgust in his voice.
“Are you going back to Indy?”
“No, it’s a shit pit. I’m thinking of driving down to Florida, finding a little beach house. Of course, I’d like to find a lady to accompany me. Maybe you could help me out with that.” Oh God. He can’t mean me. My revulsion must show on my face.
He snorts. “Jesus Christ, Gai…Abby. Not you. I said a lady.” I’m relieved, but once again he’s managed to make me feel like trash. He looks at me like I’m something nasty stuck to the bottom of his shoe. “There are other women here. My first choice would be the big tittied blonde, but the brunette isn’t a deal breaker.”
“I can’t give you a person, Jon. Be reasonable.”
“You can talk them into giving me a go.”
“Eric’s with Lexi, and Emma’s attached as well.” I fail to mention she’s attached to Gary. Let him fuck with Gary’s woman. It may solve all my problems.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
Sighing, I take my turn, missing on purpose. He’s a complete dickhead when he loses. “So, are you finished with Carson, then?”
“I’m going to spend some time with my son before I go, and you can call off that sumo wrestler you have following him around. I’m not going to hurt my own damn kid.” He glares when I fail to hide my smirk. “What’s so funny?”