by Jayne Rylon
Then he bolted up the stairs to their apartment.
He only had time to yell, “We got her. She’s okay,” as he flew through the rest of their friends in the living room on his way to collect some necessities.
Honestly, he didn’t feel much like he was fleeing. Rather, he felt like he was running toward a life he actually wished he could have. Disenfranchised with his fellow human beings, being surrounded by the tranquility of nature and the few people he loved and trusted most sounded perfect to him.
A quiet life, away from crowds and the hustle of the city, appealed more by the moment.
Just them and their little unit.
He smiled at the thought as he shoveled a random assortment of clothes, toiletries, and toys for Julie into a couple of soft-sided suitcases. He hadn’t gotten very far when Ryan called out his name.
“Back here,” he shouted. “Almost finished.”
Had the kidnapper come back?
Was Julie okay?
Ryan and Shari?
“Julie decided she didn’t want to be apart from you. I also thought maybe she could change her clothes quick.” Shari smiled, though it was clear her nerves were as frazzled as his. “So we’re going to pack together, okay?”
“Good call.” Ben nodded.
They worked as a team, getting Julie ready—adding that horrible outfit to the evidence pile—while he finished gathering supplies. Ryan and Shari were each holding one of Julie’s hands, flanking her. As soon as he indicated he was ready, Lucas took point in front of them and Ben brought up the rear.
The rest of the Men in Blue flooded the yard to ensure their safe passage.
At the last moment, Ben looked over his shoulder at the ruined apartment and knew that he’d never call it home again. Too many bad memories haunted the place.
Ready to make some new ones, somewhere happier, he smiled as he watched his little family pile into Shari’s monster-sized truck. They were finally on the right road.
Before he took his place behind them, he spun around and gave their apartment a double one-fingered salute while taking the last few steps backwards. Unfortunately, Julie had eagle eyes.
“Hey, Aunt Shari, why is Uncle Ben making unicorn puppets? Doesn’t he know we have to leave? I don’t want to stay.”
Ryan and Shari lost it. Cracking up, they waited for him to contort himself into the backseat of the truck next to his niece. The rest of the Men in Blue couldn’t keep a straight face either when she pretended to play along, fashioning her own unicorns to trot along the edge of her window at them.
Ben didn’t have the heart to tell her to stop. Not even when they pulled away with Lucas and Ellie following right behind them.
Every honk they earned from cars they passed on the way out of the city made Shari and Ryan snicker and snort. Julie giggled too, though she had no idea what was really going on.
It felt good to laugh.
To know that even after the awful things they’d endured, they were still capable of finding joy with each other.
24
Two days after they’d retreated to Shari’s resort while the Men in Blue searched for the kidnapper, Ryan felt like someone had trapped him in a pressure cooker. If he didn’t do something to relieve the tension, he was going to explode. Just like the time they’d had one of the kitchen gadgets malfunction during his culinary institute days, it would probably cause a big enough detonation to rip a gaping hole in the roof at this point.
So he snuck into the bathroom and called Lucas. “Hey man, did you have a chance to put that stuff I asked for in the barn by the lake?”
“Yup. I even got Ellie in on it. She made it way prettier than I could have imagined. Romantic. You’re definitely going to get laid if you take your guy and girl over there.”
“Thanks, I owe you.”
“Want us to hang out with Julie right now? Ellie has some art supplies to keep her entertained.”
“Okay, seriously, I owe you two. Best future brother-in-law ever.”
“Don’t worry, this makes up for the times we’ve been late to your fancy dinner parties because I was busy banging your sister. Did you really believe we’d gotten three different flat tires this summer?”
“Willful ignorance. By the way, I owe you nothing. Get your ass over here, and don’t be late either.”
Lucas roared with laughter, something he hadn’t done much before Ellie had resurrected his sense of humor. Among other things. “Yes, sir.”
Ryan muttered to himself about filthy Special Forces super spies as he collected light jackets for himself, Shari, and Ben, then wandered into the living room around the same time Lucas knocked.
When he called, “Come in,” Lucas opened the door for Ellie as if he were a perfect gentleman.
What a crock of shit.
His sister’s cheeks blazed. Probably because she’d overheard her fiancé torturing Ryan with their sexual exploits.
“Aunt Ellie! Uncle Lucas!” Julie hopped up and skipped over to them. When she noticed the paintbrushes Ellie had in her hand, she squealed, “Are you going to teach me more art?”
“If you want me to.”
“Please. Please. Please.” Julie took her hand and led Ellie to the table. “I want to try flowers again. And maybe a kitty sitting in them this time. Aunt Shari told me there are a bunch of cats that live here in the barns. That’s so cool. I wish we could have a cat, but there are no pets allowed at our apartment.”
“Time for us to go, kids.” Ryan nudged Ben and Shari where they were cuddled together on the sofa.
Ben hadn’t left Julie’s side since they’d rescued her. He looked over his shoulder then back to Shari and Ryan at least seven times before he gulped and said, “Okay. Just for a quick walk or something, though, right?”
“Something. Right.” Ryan nodded.
“I’ve got this.” Lucas stood with his arms crossed, his legs spread, and his shoulders straight. Prosthetic foot or not, he could kick pretty much anyone’s ass. Add in the gun and knives they all knew the guy had hidden somewhere on his body, and Julie couldn’t be much safer.
“Come with me.” Ryan held a hand out to each of his lovers, thrilled when they took them and let him help them to their feet. He grabbed their jackets and eased their arms into the sleeves.
“It’s so cute when he dresses you,” Lucas ribbed, in rare form today.
After making sure Julie was engrossed in unpacking the supplies, Ryan shot the guy a “unicorn”.
Ben wandered over to Julie and finger combed her hair. “Will you be okay if we take a break for a bit?”
“You’re coming back, though, right?” she asked. “And Aunt Ellie and Uncle Lucas will be with me the whole time, right?”
“Right,” Ryan promised her.
“Then yep. Go outside and do your mushy stuff. Nobody wants to see all that kissing anyway.”
Ellie slapped a hand over her mouth and Lucas was already texting the rest of the Men in Blue a quote as notable as that, Ryan was sure.
“Uh. Okay then. We’ll be back soon.” Ben shook his head ruefully, having been summarily put in his place by a nine-year-old. Nothing new there.
“Who raised that girl?” Shari teased as they strolled down the porch steps, hand in hand.
“I think she’s kind of a brainiac.” Ryan shrugged. “It’s not like I was bringing you out here to play hopscotch.”
“Wait, you really were planning to seduce us?” Shari glanced up at him.
“Maybe. Why don’t we go check out that barn you told us about?”
“The booty shack?” She laughed. “Sure. Not much to see, though. It’s been empty for a while. Never really got used for what it was intended for.”
“Well, I’d rather use it for this than anything else, I think.” He grinned, practically dragging them to their destination when they didn’t move fast enough for his liking. Then again, they’d have to have been running at the speed of light to appease him.
When Ben did
the honors, lifting the bar across the heavy wooden doors before throwing them open, even Ryan was impressed.
“Wow, Ry,” Shari gasped, clutching her hands to her chest.
A long whistle preceded Ben when he asked, “How the hell did you pull this off?”
“With a little help from our friends.” He took in the battery-powered LED lights wrapped around the posts and beams, the space heater chugging along to keep the place toasty, and plaid fleece blankets laid out over a thick bed of hay in one corner. Buckets of mums in full bloom surrounded the area with rich hues of maroon and mustard.
Okay, fine, maybe he would owe Lucas one. But only one.
They wandered closer to the center stage, and she whispered, “It’s beautiful.”
“Not nearly as stunning as you.” Ben stole the words out of Ryan’s thoughts. He didn’t mind.
Being that connected to someone, so in tune, amplified his attraction and his desire.
Ryan eased behind Shari, resting his hands on her waist. If he pulled her closer to him so that his cock nestled along her ass, well, who could blame him?
Approaching them slowly, like a predator on the hunt, Ben hummed as he took in the picture they made. He inched nearer until he stood toe to toe with Shari. Then he lifted his hands and clasped her face reverently between his palms, which swallowed her up.
“I’m going to do this right,” he whispered.
“So far, so good.” She shivered in Ryan’s hold as Ben came nearer. His lips hovered a hairsbreadth from hers as he simply stared into her eyes, letting her see the undeniable affection there.
Ryan couldn’t stand the anticipation another moment. He reached around them to slide his hand into the back pocket of Ben’s jeans. Then he yanked, eliminating any gaps between the three of them.
The sound Shari made was gratifying, and arousing. A cross between a whine and a sigh.
If his cock hadn’t already been straining against his zipper, it would have gone insta-hard when she lifted one arm behind her and clutched the back of his head. Her nails pressed into his scalp lightly, inflicting precisely the right amount of sensation.
He couldn’t resist.
Ryan lowered his face so that he could bury his nose in her soft hair and breathe deep before nudging the layers aside for access to her neck. He blew lightly to scatter a few remaining strands and was rewarded with a moan.
Ben sealed their mouths tighter as he swallowed it, then set about eliciting several more.
While Ben was busy savoring Shari’s kisses, Ryan set out to discover her most sensitive erogenous zones. As if he were conducting a search and rescue mission, he mapped each square inch of her neck with his lips and tongue.
When she shuddered and rocked her ass backward, into his groin, he figured he’d scored a direct hit. That place he suckled, applying light, fluttery motions of his tongue. He’d learned these techniques were often the most productive on women he served.
Shari was no exception.
She broke from Ben, gasping. “I could come just from this. Holy crap, you guys. Don’t stop.”
“I’d like to see that.” Ben scanned her flushed face before trailing his fingertips along her jaw, down her neck, and over her collarbone. “Ryan, get that shirt off her.”
“Yes, sir.” His balls ached as he gladly followed the direct order.
He took the hem in his hands and lifted, facilitated by Ben, who nudged her arms upward so he could peel the thing off in a single motion. Beneath, she wore a pretty pink lace bra that added to the impression of softness made by her pale skin. He imagined it would smell like baby powder and freshly fallen leaves.
Natural.
Nude.
Perfect.
“I swear you get more lovely every time I see you like this,” Ben muttered.
“Thank you.” She smiled.
Ryan couldn’t remember a time that she hadn’t shaken off their compliments. Maybe they had finally started to sink in. After years, or an entire lifetime, perhaps she would understand exactly how amazing she was to him. To them both.
Same for Ben.
“We’re going to fuck you so well you won’t even be able to remember old what’s-his-face’s name when I’m finished.” The Ben Ryan had always known was hiding inside his roommate’s shell emerged like a badass butterfly from a pitch black cocoon. It was astounding to watch him spread his wings.
Astonishing and a complete turn-on.
Ryan groaned, wondering what the man had in store for him.
The sound drew Ben’s attention. “I’d like to bury myself in you, too. You have no idea how badly. Except I’m not really prepared for that and I’d never take you dry. Not happening.”
“Ah, yeah, I’d rather you hold off with that beast of a cock then.” Ryan laughed, a little nervously. “I figured I’d pushed Lucas enough. I wasn’t about to ask him to scrounge up some lube. I’ll take a rain check. Besides, today should be about Shari and making new memories.”
“Good living through better barn sex.” Ben grinned. “After this you won’t remember any shitty first time. This will be the only time that matters.”
“It already is.” She reached for them, hugging one with each of her arms. “I don’t mind sharing. If you want lube, I have some in my stash. It would only take a few minutes for me to run over to the main house quick—”
“Hell, no.” Ryan cut her off, and Ben backed him up.
“You’re not going anywhere until I’ve worn this pussy out.” He stripped his T-shirt over his head, dropping it on the ground.
When he put it like that, she quit resisting. So Ben guided her down to the makeshift mattress.
Ryan shucked his clothes then balled up his shirt and Ben’s too, making a pretty decent pillow for Shari. From that angle she’d be able to watch as Ben fit his cock to her opening and began to spread her wide around the fat head.
Ryan had looked huge between her legs. How would she ever take all of Ben?
From the way she hooked her leg around Ben’s hip and began to grind on him, it was clear she wanted to. But…damn. Even Ryan wasn’t sure she could. He’d do his best to facilitate their introduction.
In a way, it was their first time. Hers and Ben’s, anyway.
The thought made him smile.
It also added to his horniness factor.
Ryan looked to Ben, who was busy making out with Shari again, this time a little more feverishly. Ben was a pretty decent multi-tasker, removing her underwear without breaking their contact.
Besides, he couldn’t wait another moment to touch himself as he watched his lovers love each other. Ryan wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke. He might catch hell for doing it without permission, but that would be fine with him too. Occasionally he cupped his balls and rolled them in his palm or pinched his nipples, but he had to be careful with those extra stimulations.
He was close enough to embarrassing himself already.
For a submissive with a reputation for lasting as long as his Dom required, that was unheard of as well as unacceptable. He wanted to be ready to give them any pleasure they would take from him, up to and including the use of his stiff dick.
All of him belonged to them.
“Do you see what you do to him?” Ben asked Shari in a gruff rasp. He took her jaw in his hand and turned her head so that her face was practically touching Ryan’s shaft. He hadn’t realized he’d crept that close.
“Mmm. Yes,” she purred. “Will you let me suck that cock? Don’t you see how big it is? How hard? I want to taste it. It’ll make me wetter. Go crazy.”
“Damn, Shari.” Ben nipped her lower lip.
Ryan knew that monologue had been for his benefit. She was remembering his fantasies and bringing them to life. He loved her for it.
“So can I? Please?” she begged.
25
“You’re lucky, boy. I want to spoil her. And the lady wants your dick in her mouth.” Ben reached out and fisted Ryan’s erection.
He pumped it, hard and kind of rough. Exactly how Ryan liked it.
When Ryan clenched his jaw to keep from coming, Ben backed off. He slapped Ryan’s dick like he’d seen Mistress Lily do in her harem once.
Just like then, it fueled his arousal.
Then he surrounded Ryan’s cock once more. Except this time, he guided the tip to Shari’s eager mouth. She opened, permitting him inside. Soft suction and the rubbing of her tongue along the underside of his shaft made him buck. He might have fed her too much at once if Ben hadn’t still been holding on to him, prohibiting him from going too deep.
“Easy now, boy,” Ben coached. “I’ve got other business to attend to over here. You stay still so Shari can keep that pretty mouth full of gorgeous cock. Don’t disappoint her or I’ll be upset.”
“I won’t.” Unless Ben kept tempting him like that.
He had to close his eyes for a moment to regain a modicum of composure.
The tremors that ran along his shaft when Shari squealed nearly did him in, though.
His eyes flew open in time to watch Ben plumping her breasts while he dragged his teeth across her distended nipples one at a time, over and over. While he investigated how she liked to be touched, licked, and sucked at her chest, his hand meandered from her softly rounded belly to her mound.
Ben cupped her pussy in his huge hand, massaging her clit with his thumb as he palmed her sex. Her moans grew louder and more insistent. Just when Ryan feared she might forget about him stuffing her face with his dick and bite him while she came, Ben stopped abruptly.
She stared up at Ryan with a combination of panic, disappointment, and hunger.
Oh, she was going to like playing with Ben.
Lightly, he slapped her pussy over and over, tapping the engorged tissue with his fingers.
Even that seemed like it might be too much stimulation for her right then.
“No, no, Shari,” Ben mock-chastised her. “You’re not coming again until you’re packed with my dick. I want to feel you come apart. Hold on to that feeling. Save it for me this time. It’s going to be the best orgasm of your life when I finally tell you to let go and we fall over the edge together. Can you do that for me?”