by Liz Crowe
Christ, three fucking times. No man should have to listen to that three fucking times! They couldn’t be making any effort at being quiet. Goddamn headboard pounding against the wall. How was he supposed to get any sleep? Lizzie’s moans got louder the closer she got to coming. Graeme’s grunts and growls ran through him like a constant current of low-level electricity. Fuck!
Weighing his options and knowing the pillow over his head was useless, Michael stormed outside and stood on the front porch. The cool night poured over his hot skin, raising goose bumps, but he refused to go back inside for his clothes until he was sure they were finished. Tomorrow night he’d stay out here, make it a part of the surveillance plan. They wouldn’t need to know it was an unnecessary part.
Once he stopped being pissy, he found himself smiling. The sheriff finally got his woman. Michael was happy for him. Graeme seemed like a genuinely nice guy. Despite their initial animosity he thought they could grow to be good friends. If he survived listening to their nightly exercise.
The door behind him opened, and the heavy footsteps told him Graeme had joined him on the porch. As he came nearer, Michael found himself surrounded by the smell of sex.
“Sorry we woke you,” Graeme said, coming to stand too close.
“You got your girl.” Michael smiled. “She needed your loving tonight. It’ll help her heal.”
Graeme turned and rested his back against the railing, his weight on his elbows. He was looking up into Michael’s face. “What about you, Michael? What’ll help you heal?” he asked softly.
Michael felt an unexpected wave of emotion at the question. What did he want? How had he not noticed the emptiness of his life? The answer came with a swiftness that surprised him. He wanted to belong to someone. When he looked at Liz and Graeme, he thought he knew better than they knew themselves how well they fit together. They’d been apart for nearly ten years, but they belonged together, and he had no doubt that they would figure that out. He wanted to belong to someone like that.
He cleared his throat. It was one thing to think something so sappy in the privacy of his own head, but it wasn’t something you could share with another guy. Graeme looked at him with his big dark eyes and Michael found himself staring into them, getting lost for the longest of minutes. With a jerk he broke the eye contact and turned his head away.
Strong fingers grabbed his arm. “Don’t turn away from me, Michael. Please.”
That one word stopped him, and he turned back to face Graeme. “What do you want from me, Graeme?” he said, his voice a harsh whisper in the night.
Graeme stood, cupped his face, then tilted it up slightly, as if he were memorizing every feature. Then he slowly lowered his mouth.
Michael knew this would be no mere brush of the lips. He should pull away. This wasn’t him; he didn’t kiss men. If he let this happen it would change who he thought he was. He needed to stop it. God help him, he needed it.
He raised his mouth and met Graeme’s kiss, lips closed, and eyes wide open.
Graeme’s eyes closed, and he hummed faintly in a sigh. Michael started to pull back, but Graeme kept his face cradled and rubbed his lips gently, and the kiss spun out. Firm lips giving gentle kisses and the scratch of beard where there’d never been roughness before.
Michael had a moment of clarity, and he wondered what in the hell he was doing. Then Graeme pulled back, ran a tongue over Michael’s lips.
“Open for me, Michael,” he said, breath a whisper against his mouth.
As if compelled, Michael’s mouth relaxed, and Graeme thrust his tongue inside. Their tongues met in a clash of wills, hungry to taste each other. Michael could taste Elizabeth there as well. His mind felt far away, no room for thought, only room for feeling, only room for this kiss. Graeme’s arms wound around his waist, and slid up his back, to wind into his hair.
A groan of desire rent the night, Graeme’s or his own, he no longer knew. He sucked on Graeme’s tongue, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Graeme plundered, seeking, giving. Finally, Graeme pulled back and, with a small moan in the back of his throat, he began to nibble and nip at Michael’s lips.
Christ! He pushed away from Graeme, breathing hard, unsure where to look. He’d felt the telltale wetness on his stomach from one of their cocks and realized he’d been pressed intimately against Graeme. The thoughts swirled in his mind, a confused tangle, with no beginning, no end. I’m naked, I kissed him, I’m fucking hard as stone.
*****
Graeme watched Michael, judging his reaction to the kiss. He looked ready to both run and bury his cock into a warm mouth. Graeme remembered that feeling well from his own first time with a man. He judged he’d pushed Michael far enough for one night. His fingers absently traced his own lips, still feeling the molten heat lingering there. God, he wanted Michael. But not tonight.
“Come with me, Michael. Lizzie is waiting for us. She wants to feel you, to taste you.”
“I’m not ready for that,” Michael said. His voice was raspy, harsh with suppressed desire.
“Not with me, just her. I promise, I won’t touch,” he said and walked toward the door.
He closed his eyes in silent supplication, willing Michael to follow him to the bedroom, to Lizzie. He heard the brush of bare feet against the porch deck and knew Lizzie was about to get her wish.
The room was dark, except for the single candle placed in front of the dresser mirror. It reflected a soft glow over the room. His sweet Lizzie had showered and pulled the covers down, revealing clean white sheets. He would need to think about decorating with her in mind. Maybe something in a soft sage to highlight her eyes. With a shake of his head at the lunacy of the thought under the circumstances, Graeme stood aside and motioned to Michael, telling him without words to go to the bed.
“Michael,” Lizzie said, her voice coming out low. “Please, come hold me. Let me feel you against me now.”
Graeme watched as Michael crossed the floor and, trancelike, knelt on the bed. Then he quickly looked over at Graeme, clearly unsure of what was happening.
Graeme climbed on the bed on the other side of Lizzie. “We realized something while we were talking tonight,” he said.
Michael snorted. “Is that what you call it? There was a hell of a lot more than talking going on in here, judging from the sounds the headboard was making.”
His comment made them all laugh, and the mood lightened perceptibly. “Maybe we did a little more than talk,” Graeme conceded with a happy smile, “but I promise, we did talk, too. None of us know exactly how things will work out, but Lizzie nearly lost her life yesterday, and so did you. Lizzie and I found each other through a purely bizarre circumstance. It feels to us as if life was passing us by and this is our big wake-up call.
“So now we find ourselves thinking about being together and maybe the love we’re feeling right now can turn into a lasting love and just maybe we can give each other the happiness we each deserve.”
“I’m happy for the two of you, really I am. That’s exactly what I was thinking before you came outside and…” Michael trailed off.
“Before I kissed you. And you kissed me back. It was a great kiss, and I’m not going to lie, I want you. I want you bad. Lizzie knows that, and she’s okay with it, because she knows I love her.”
“Let me try to explain,” Liz said with a gentle push against his hip. “Graeme and I were trying to figure out how to fix all the things we each felt we’d screwed up in the past, how to make up for lost time. Then we realized something. Those days are forever gone. All we can do is start fresh from today. Graeme and I have memories of the children we were, but we don’t know each other as we are today. So that’s where we’ll start. Learning each other, talking, touching, loving,” she said.
“I’m happy for the two of you, really,” Michael said again, “but you two need to be alone. You don’t need me here, and you don’t need to apologize for loving each other.”
“Is that what you think we’re doing?” Graem
e asked, letting his amusement show. “Michael, Liz and I aren’t apologizing. We’re inviting you to take the journey with us. We want to get to know you while we’re getting to know each other. We want to hold you while we’re holding each other.”
Michael’s head started to shake, but Graeme cut him off. “We kissed. So what? If you don’t want to go any further with me physically, then we’ll find a way to deal with that. For now, hold on to Liz. Make love with her. Let me be here with the two of you. I promise not to do anything you don’t want me to. Once this thing with Ashford is over, we can see where we all want to go from there. But I can tell you both, I’m in this for the long haul.”
*****
Liz sat up and gave Graeme a gentle kiss and then turned toward Michael. He was still kneeling on the edge of the bed, not committed one way or the other. She rose to her knees and pressed the length of her body against his and raised her mouth. “Kiss me, Michael,” she said.
His kiss was hot and fierce. He took her face in his hands before threading his fingers into her hair and deepening the kiss. Her hands slid along the velvet of his golden skin. She traced each ripple of muscle, each chiseled ridge from his collarbone, across his pecs, over his abs. She needed to taste him to touch his honey skin with her tongue.
Michael closed his eyes and moaned as she nipped and licked down his chest. He hissed in air as she mouthed the hard pebble of a coppery nipple. When she started to work her way down, he lowered himself to the bed, as if unable to stay balanced on his shaky knees. Graeme stretched out along the length of Michael but kept his word and didn’t touch.
Liz licked the underside of Michael’s cock, then over the velvety tip. She loved the feel of him, the taste of him. He was thick and hard, and she tasted the salty pre-cum. She worked the tip, rolling her tongue over the heavy ridge, flicking his slit.
When Liz looked up and found Graeme watching, a look of hunger on his face, she opened her throat and took Michael deep, hard, and fast. Three moans filled the air, and Michael’s hips bucked as he fucked her mouth. Inspired, she took him deeper, faster. He slid, slick and wet and she thought she could taste him all night. When his rhythm faltered, she cupped his balls and shortened her strokes.
“God, Liz! I’m going to come.” Michael’s hands flung out to his sides as his back arched and his head pressed into the pillow. One of his hands landed on Graeme’s, and Michael grasped it as Liz brought him over the edge.
*****
Michael’s head was spinning, and he suspected it was lack of blood, since every bit of it was now gathered at his core with the force of his orgasm. As he lay there unable to move, breathing like a freight train, he was aware of two things. First, he’d just had the best blow job of his life. Second, he was holding Graeme’s hand.
What the hell was going on with him and Graeme? How could it possibly feel so right to touch another man? He’d only been interested in women before, so was this some kind of forbidden fruit temptation? He’d always thought of himself as Mr. Accepting when it came to his gay acquaintances, so why was he having such a hard time accepting the attraction he felt for Graeme?
Not wanting to pull back too abruptly, he gave Graeme’s hand a little squeeze before he reached for Liz. When she was comfortably on his chest, he stroked her hair and held her close. His emotions felt very near the surface, and his voice came out a growl, “Liz, that was—”
“Shh, don’t say anything, yet. Let me listen to your heartbeat,” she said, her ear pressed against his chest. Michael grinned, knowing it must sound like a beating drum.
Graeme stroked Lizzie’s back and, when she turned her head to look up, he captured her mouth in a kiss. Michael thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world to watch the two of them. Graeme pulled her over until she was no longer on top of Michael but nestled between the two men. Michael met Graeme’s gaze and, without a word, both men lowered their mouths to take a breast.
Liz gasped as they suckled and licked. Michael nipped lightly at the tender underside of her breast and was rewarded with a moan. He traced a path down her body, tasting and kissing, while Graeme continued to suckle her breasts. When he reached the silky hair that crowned her womanhood, Michael spread her thighs and moved between her legs.
She had a beautiful pussy. He kissed his way around, nipping at her inner thighs, running his tongue on the sensitive skin between her hip and thighs. When he had her writhing, he buried his face between her thighs and tasted her. He lapped at the cream gathered there and then thrust his tongue inside her hot canal. “God, Lizzie, you taste sweet as honey,” he said, looking up.
“Feels so good,” she whispered.
Michael looked at Graeme, saw the naked desire on his face. He could give him pleasure with a kiss. It wasn’t a big deal; they’d already shared that much. “Kiss me, Graeme. Taste her on my mouth,” he said and rose on his knees to meet Graeme halfway.
“Oh God,” Graeme said, just before his mouth claimed Michael’s. It was a sweet kiss, just enough tongue to share the musky taste of Liz, but not enough to become a distraction. When Graeme pulled back, he licked Michael’s lips.
Liz sighed. “Okay, that was seriously hot, you two.” With a smile Michael returned to his place between her legs and pushed a finger inside as his tongue flicked her clit. Liz’s next words were lost in long, low moans, and Michael knew she was close. He circled her clit, backing off the direct pressure, but slipped another finger inside her pussy. He pumped slowly while he teased her with his tongue.
“Oh, so close… don’t stop…” she gasped.
Michael only laughed. He wasn’t ready to let Liz have her release so quickly. He pushed her knees against her chest, and Graeme helped by holding them there. Michael ran his tongue over the soft skin of her perineum, then lower. He nipped at the cheeks of her ass, then licked his way to the center, until his tongue lightly swept across the tight pucker of her anus. Again and again he returned, until he felt her start to relax. He thrust his tongue against the tight opening, pushing and licking until she was pushing back. He looked an invitation to Graeme, who moved to join him. He shifted to the outside of Liz’s thighs, so Graeme could take over. Michael returned his attention to Liz’s clit, flicking his tongue against the hard little nub. His head was very close to Graeme’s as they concentrated on Liz’s pleasure. Michael moved his fingers, stroking that spot inside he knew would drive her crazy.
Graeme pushed his thumb against her anus until he slipped past the tight ring of nerves. Her moan was loud and guttural. Michael couldn’t help but think about both of them filling her with their cocks, Graeme in her ass while he fucked her pussy. Together they would fill her, their cocks separated by a thin membrane, tight, hot, hard.
He clamped his lips over her clit and massaged with his tongue. He felt her start to go, then muscles in her thighs started to quiver, her hips thrust, and then her pussy was squeezing his fingers as she screamed her pleasure into the night.
He and Graeme slowly brought her back, gentling their mouths, waiting for her muscles to unclench before they removed their fingers. The men collapsed on either side of Liz, both grinning at her inability to form a coherent word.
Chapter Five
No one knows, no one knows, no one knows. The mantra played in his head while he arranged the cabin for his wife. She’d made a very big mistake, but he would take the high road. Once she was suitably punished, he would forgive her, and they could build the life they’d always planned together. He attached the eye bolt to the center beam that ran the length of the small, three-room cabin. This was going to work so much better than the one in their house. He could attach her leash and adjust the length to keep her directly in the center and allow her more freedom once she’d earned it.
She would have to work hard to fuckin’ earn it.
Not only was she shacking up with fuckin’ Enwright, now she had that faggot from high school staying with her. He liked killing faggots. He’d killed plenty of them in Afghanistan, a
nd he didn’t even get paid for those. It was like steppin’ on a cockroach.
He supposed she thought she was safe. Maybe she thought that Graeme could protect her now that he was a sheriff. She should know better. Wasn’t nothing gonna keep him from his wife. If he couldn’t have her, no one could.
Motherfuckers thought they could keep him out with the high-tech motion alarms. He’d worked his way around the perimeter today as soon as the Goddamn techs left. Shit. He’d been working around shit like that for years. Besides, if they ever did fix it up so he couldn’t get in, he had a different toy. One that would make the whole place go boom. And he didn’t need to be within a hundred feet to make that happen.
*****
“What’s happening, Jolynn?” Michael asked.
“Tell you when I get there. No phones,” she said cryptically and broke off the call.
Shit, that didn’t sound good. He thought about waking Graeme but decided to let him sleep a little longer. He and Liz had both taken naps after lunch. Hell. He couldn’t blame them. They’d been up most of the night. After the loving, there’d been talking. Nothing serious, just the talk of new lovers as they get to know each other. He smiled. New lovers.
Was Graeme his lover? No, he didn’t think so. Not yet. It took more than a few kisses and a little handholding before you called someone a lover. Still, he was hard-pressed to define what was happening between them. He knew Graeme wanted him, and that made things inside him feel worse than a roller coaster.
He pushed away the distractions and busied himself while he waited for Jolynn. He uncrated the rifles and began cleaning the weapons. From the tone of Jolynn’s voice, he was sure they would need them sooner rather than later.
Michael called, “Jolynn!” when she arrived and climbed the stairs. He rushed out and swept her into his arms.
“Oh my God, Michael! Look at you! What happened? The FBI didn’t tell me you’d been hurt.”