With Kurt gone, Drake would have to deal with Charley being on his own after school. When Drake had to work those long hours in Bozeman, who would take care of his son? Kurt said that Drake didn’t want to be in a committed relationship. After what happened today, she wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled away from her sooner rather than later.
She got up and went into the kitchen and to boil water for tea. She needed something soothing to calm her nerves. Hoping Kurt had called to tell her about his plan to leave, she checked her phone. Nothing. Damn. How had her world gone from so bright to dim in such a short period of time?
* * * *
Drake should have stayed and comforted Destiny, but his thoughts were so scrambled, he’d probably make things worse between them. One thing he knew, he couldn’t have gotten through these last few hours without her support. When Charley had been injured, if there’d been no one to go and get help, he wasn’t sure what he would have done, bear or no bear.
Seconds later his home appeared. He hadn’t even remembered making the drive. When he walked into his house, the rooms seemed colder than usual. And more dead. Knowing his brother was leaving cut him more. They were a family, which meant they were a unit that should never be separated. Damn it.
The image of him and Kurt making love to Destiny surfaced. What he wouldn’t give to have that again. But he knew he never would. He hadn’t been able to protect his wife or his child. He had no business wanting to be with Destiny.
He fixed a drink and settled down in front of the TV. After half an hour, he turned off the set, worried about his son and how he’d adjust to being alone after school. Without Kurt being here, his life would change. And then there was Destiny. Wonderful Destiny. He loved her. There was no question about that, but she deserved better.
The garage door clicked. Kurt was home. In a way, he dreaded the confrontation.
His brother waltzed in. “Jesus. You didn’t tell me you got hurt.” He rushed over to him.
Drake didn’t want to talk about it. The whole event never should have happened. If Charley hadn’t gotten so close to the edge, he wouldn’t have slipped.
“It’s nothing.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about your injury?” Kurt slipped onto the chair across from him. “I drove right back from Great Falls and stopped at the hospital. Charley was asleep, but I spoke to his doctor.” He dragged a hand over his mouth. “Jesus, you both could have died.”
“I know.”
Kurt stood. “You need a refill?” He nodded to his empty glass.
Drake handed him his glass. “When did you decide to take the job?” They’d discussed Kurt turning down the offer. Clearly, his brother had no attachment to Destiny or to Charley.
“About that.” He handed him the refreshed drink. “I think you and Charley should move to Great Falls with me.”
That elicited a bubble of rueful laughter. “Are you crazy?”
Kurt sat again. “Look at yourself. You are so fucking afraid of losing someone you love that you aren’t willing to embrace life.”
“You talking about Destiny?”
“You in love with someone else?”
“No.” Was Kurt right? He slammed back his drink. Christ. His life was falling apart. He needed to get it together.
“Do you think you can control everything in your life?”
That was ridiculous. “Hell no.”
“Then let it go. Give up the ghost.” He waved his hand around. “Camille’s presence is everywhere in this house, down to the wall colors and decorations. Don’t you think it’s time to wipe the slate clean?”
“What are you talking about?” The idea of moving shook him to the core. “I don’t want Charley to forget his mom.”
“He doesn’t need to be in this house to remember her. Neither do you. You’ve buried yourself in work until you can’t think straight.”
Camille had been gone three years. He’d cried after her murder, been obsessed with the authorities capturing the bastard, but even after the criminal was put behind bars, he hadn’t let go. He’d blamed himself.
His brother seemed to have all the answers. “What would you do?”
“Get the fuck out of town.”
“And Charley?”
“He’s eight. Eight-year-olds adapt. I want to be in his life.”
“Then don’t leave.”
“We can use the money. Besides, what about Destiny? Even if you could get your head out of your ass and ask her to move in with you, do you think she’d actually want to live in a home where Camille’s touches are everywhere?”
Christ. He hadn’t even thought of that. Yes, he wanted her in his life, but if he lost her, it would surely kill him.
His brother slugged back his drink. “I’ve been asking around about jobs for you.”
He jerked his attention back to Kurt. “What are you talking about?”
“Your government job is sucking you dry. I realize it’s a noble cause, but you can be a victims advocate for a private firm and make twice the money. That way, you can be home every night. Doesn’t Charley deserve that?”
“Yes, but—”
“There is no but. I love Destiny. You love Destiny, but you’re married to your job.”
“I have to earn a living.” That lame reasoning had haunted him for a while. Private practice would afford Charley more advantages. When Charley got old enough for high school, Drake wanted his son to have the best, and Pleasure might not be the place to provide that.
“You know you’d make twice or three times as much in the private sector. You wouldn’t be dealing with the scum of the earth either. It’s not mentally healthy to be in a world where everyone is bad.”
He dragged a hand through his hair. “Maybe you’re right.”
Kurt’s eyes sparkled. “Damn straight I am.”
“Destiny would never quit her job, though.”
“Then move after June. When Charley finishes third grade, you can get a fresh start.”
“I need time to think about it.” A bubble of hope slowly moved up his body. The lights in the room seemed to brighten.
Kurt placed his empty glass and on the coffee table. “You got four months. That time enough?”
Chapter Twelve
For the next three days Destiny visited Charley in the hospital, bringing him some worksheets he could do.
“I get to go home tomorrow.”
“I heard. That’s awesome.”
“The doctor said I could go back to school on Monday, too.”
“The class has been asking about you.”
His face brightened. What a shame Kurt was going to abandon this sweet, little boy, but she understood he couldn’t put his life on hold for his brother’s family. In her dreams, she’d pictured all of them together. Stupid. Drake would never get over his role in Camille’s death, and Kurt had higher aspirations than working from home. He thrived being around people.
Pushing aside her own grief, she answered all of Charley’s questions about the kids in the class. When his nurse came in to take his temperature, Destiny left.
Not in the mood to cook, she stopped at Mountain View and ordered a dinner to go. For the past few days, she’d wanted to call Drake and Kurt, but they had enough to deal with. Drake had to be going crazy trying to figure out who would take care of his son when he was at work. As for Kurt, if he didn’t care enough to call, then who needed him? I do.
After finishing her meal, she took a long, hot shower, deciding that a good book would help take her mind off the men in her life.
Someone knocked on her front door, and her pulse soared. She pulled her bathrobe sash tight and peered through the front door window. Drake and Kurt were there. No way! She threw open the door. They weren’t smiling. Uh-oh. Had Kurt come to say good-bye? A heavy sludge filled her veins.
“Hey.”
They stepped in. “We need to talk.” Drake’s tone bordered on serious, but there was a hint of hope.
“Okay.
Can I get you some coffee or a drink?”
“No,” they said in unison.
Drake took her hand and led her over to the sofa. Kurt followed behind. She had no clue what this was about. With no welcome kiss, it couldn’t be good.
“I’ve been an ass,” Drake announced.
That’s not what she’d expected. “Excuse me?”
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands dangling. “When Charley dashed over to the snowbank to make a snowball, he was running so fast that he slipped over the edge. There was nothing I could have done.”
“I know.” Surely, he couldn’t blame himself for the incident.
“You don’t understand. I don’t know when it started, but ever since Camille died, I’ve been terrified I’d lose someone else I loved. I thought if I worked hard enough, I could control my life around me, but you know what? I can’t.”
“Is that why you became a workaholic?”
“Maybe.” Drake sat back. “I need to live my life, not let my life control me.”
She wasn’t sure where this was going as she’d said the same thing to him days before. “I’m happy for you.”
“What my stupid brother is trying to say, Destiny, is that we both want you in our life. There are no guarantees, but we’re willing to take one day at a time.”
Okay, now she was totally confused. “You’re moving.”
“True, which is why I’ve convinced Drake to get a new job in Great Falls. It’ll give him and Charley a chance at a new life.”
As if the roof had fallen, the weight of his announcement crushed her. “Oh.”
Kurt and Drake jumped up and sat next to her on the couch. “We want you to come with us.”
“Have you two been drinking?” They were out of their minds. “I have a job.”
Kurt took her hand in his. “Wait until the year is over then come with us.”
She’d give anything to be close to them, but she had to work. “Jobs aren’t easy to come by.”
“Then you don’t have to work.”
“But I want to work.”
“You’ll get a job. Even if you can’t find one right away, you can do volunteer work at an orphanage or something until an elementary position becomes available.”
That might work. “I’ll think about it.”
Drake squeezed her thigh and looked up at Kurt. “I think I know how to convince her to commit.”
Kurt smiled. “I get your drift.” Kurt stood, picked her up, and strode toward the bedroom.
Laughter bubbled up inside. “What are you two doing?”
Drake walked alongside. “Something we should have done a while ago.”
The smile on his face stirred her heart. Kurt lowered her to the bed and both men sat next to her. In a matter of seconds, they had her naked.
“Hey, this isn’t fair.”
Drake cocked a brow. “What’s not fair?”
“You need to be naked, too.”
He glanced at Kurt and shrugged. They disrobed in thirty seconds. They knelt on the bed with their erect cocks inches from her body. Why did it have to be feast or famine?
“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.” Instead of choosing, she grabbed both of them.
Tension rippled through their bodies. She hadn’t touched their warm skin in so long, her body reacted with an intense pussy gush. With only one hand on each man’s cock, she kneaded the flesh until her need to taste them won. “Drake’s waited the longest.”
Kurt groaned.
Pleasing two men at the same time would take some getting used to. She got up on her knees and positioned herself in front of Drake. She grabbed his cool sac in one hand while continuing to move her other hand up and down his thick cock. Drake dragged his fingers over her scalp.
“You have no idea how much I need this.”
She loved how his skin’s flavor had a hint of salt mixed with an earthy scent that was definitively Drake Devereaux. With her tongue, she traced the slit on top of the mushroom head. Maybe she delved too deeply because he stilled and pressed hard on her scalp.
“Sorry.”
“No.” His voice came out strangled.
Kurt moved behind her and cupped her cheeks with his palms. She leaned a little forward, and he first ran his cock over her pussy opening then up along her butt crack, bringing with him some of her pussy juice.
“Darlin’, I can’t wait to fuck your ass.”
The image of that huge fake cock slammed into her. Kurt was bigger than even the largest plug. She couldn’t imagine the intense stretching, but her pussy moistened thinking about taking both men and loving them forever.
How incredible that Kurt had come up with such a good solution to their problem. Drake would get out of his house and be able to move on. Charley would adapt and she’d find a new job.
Drake clasped her shoulders and drove into her mouth, but never so far that she gagged. His moans turned her on. Then, as if he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled out.
“I want to save myself for your sweet pussy.”
Kurt nudged her rear with his cock. “What say we feast on her for a while? I think she’s been holding out on us.”
“That’s not true. I’ve never held out on you two.”
Drake touched the tip of her nipple. “According to Kurt, you made him tie you up and spank you.”
“I did not.” Not that she hadn’t loved it, though. “He asked if he could tie me up, and I agreed.”
Kurt shot a glance to Drake. “I have an idea. Come with me.” He turned back to her. “You, stay here.”
Indignation flared until she caught the wink. They disappeared into the living room. Their whispers floated in, but she couldn’t make out the words. They strode back with a large book in hand. Now she was confused.
Drake sat on the bed and pulled her over his knees. “We need to teach you a lesson.”
“What lesson?” She automatically placed her hands over her butt to protect herself. They seemed too serious about this punishment stuff.
“You need to learn to trust us, to understand that what we do is always with your best interest in mind.”
“How does spanking me accomplish that?” Not that she minded, but she wanted to understand their reasoning.
“We want you so hot that every muscle will relax. The enjoyment will be something you’ve never experienced before.” Kurt removed her hands from her behind, pulled them over her head, and held them with his big hand.
She’d been about to counter their argument when the book landed on her ass. She expected the pain to be intense. It did sting, but the heat from the smack raced straight to her pussy. Kurt used his free hand to spank her while Drake used the book. They alternated until she was convinced her ass was redder than hot, spewing lava. Juices oozed down her thigh.
Kurt reached between her thighs and probed her with his finger. “I think she’s learned her lesson.” He then rubbed her bottom. She guessed it was his attempt to soothe her, but the massage made the sensitive skin zing. She never would have guessed that she’d end up liking to be punished.
He lifted her off his lap. Drake dropped her onto the bed, rolled next to her, and pulled her on top of him. She expected Kurt to object, but he nestled alongside and continued to rub her rear. As his fingers worked their way toward her crease, Drake gently kissed her. His lips were like water to a drought-ridden plant. He nibbled and sucked as his hands reached between their bodies and played with her tits. She wanted to climb higher and impale herself on Drake’s cock, but as soon as she made her move, Kurt pulled her back down.
“Darlin’, for tonight, we set the pace.” He slapped her ass again, only this time the sting went up her back and down again. On the second impact, lust collided with the pain and heightened her excitement.
Drake rolled her over. “We want you to lie real still while Kurt and I nibble, pluck, and just enjoy your body. You’ll have plenty of time to touch us. Can you do that?”
Like she had a choice? “Yes.”
“That’s our girl.”
She liked that Drake considered her their girl. He settled near the top half of her body, whereas Kurt took the bottom half. As if they’d choreographed their seduction, they used small strokes around her nipple and near her pussy with one finger. Drake concentrated his attention everywhere but the nipple itself. His omission drove her crazy, which she guessed was the point. Kurt spread her legs wide and had the nerve to touch the outside, lightly petting her auburn curls. Finally, he opened her pussy lips between his thumb and forefinger and ran his fingers up and down its length. Just knowing his mouth was close had her wanting to slide down to meet him.
Even she could smell her own feminine perfume. The moment she turned her focus to Kurt, Drake sucked her earlobe and pinched her nipple over and over in short, hard bursts. A rub across the hardened crest was followed by a caress with his palm. His teeth scraped her earlobe, and then he trailed kisses below her ear over her sensitive spot.
Kurt’s hands redirected her attention when he squeezed her ass. She felt as if she were watching a fast-paced soccer match, unsure where to let her arousal build. One little touch sent her pussy into spasms. Slowly, the touching, kissing, and sucking increased in pressure until her climax built to a feverish pitch.
“I want you.” She didn’t direct her comment to either one. She had to have both.
There must have been a silent signal between the men, because Kurt pulled back as Drake flipped her onto her back. He kissed her hard and full of passion. His cock teased her willing and wet pussy. She grabbed his ass and squeezed tight. The moment she lifted her hips, he plunged in her and her breath lodged in her throat. His large cock slid down her wet channel.
Drake closed his eyes. “Jesus, I’ve needed this.”
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