What Remains_Reckoning

by Kris Norris

  Gunner reached for her. “I need to lick you, honey. Climb on top of me.”

  A deep flush laced along her cheeks. “You want me to sit on your face?”

  “Fuck, yeah. And do it quickly, girl. Or you’ll end up over our laps.”

  Her eyes dilated at his words, and he made a mental note to make that particular fantasy come true once they reached the compound. Then he palmed her waist, lifting her up and across his chest, helping her straddle his shoulders. The sweet scent of her pussy engulfed his senses, and he couldn’t stop from slipping his tongue between her folds, sucking in the flavor of her.

  Morgan’s breath hitched, a throaty rasp following the glide of his tongue through her slit. Her hips tilted toward him, and any reservations she’d had seemed to fade away as she pressed her mound against his mouth, increasing the pressure.

  “Not so fast, Morgan. No way I’m coming before you.”

  Wolfe nipped at this dick, making him curse. “I beg to differ on that, but I accept the challenge, buddy.”

  “Wolfe… Shit!”

  Gunner’s entire body jerked when the man sucked him deep as a single finger circled his ass, probing the entrance. He’d never had anyone touch him like that, and fuck if it didn’t make him want to blow his load down Wolfe’s throat.

  But the man would gloat. Endlessly. Gunner shifted his concentration to Morgan, cupping her ass with one hand as he eased the other between her legs, sinking two fingers inside her sex. Her walls closed around his invasion, and his cock pulsed at the thought of feeling that sweet pressure surrounding him. Feeling her moisture coat his shaft like it did his fingers and tongue. Feeling her quiver along his length as she came around him.

  Wolfe groaned around Gunner’s erection, pulling back as he thumbed the man’s slit. “Fuck, Gunner. You must be thinking about Morgan because damn, your dick is pulsing in my mouth. Got her close, yet? Because I’m about to make you lose it.”

  Gunner clenched his jaw. He would not come after only five minutes of Wolfe sucking on his cock. He increased his thrusts, taking Morgan’s pussy in long, filling strokes as he suckled her clit, lapping up the juice that pushed past his fingers. God, she was so damn sweet. So fucking hot.

  Morgan started moving with him, her cries muffled. He chanced a look backwards through her splayed thighs and cursed. He could just see Ham’s shaft and sac thrusting in and out of her mouth, the man’s dick slick with saliva. Morgan reached up and cupped the other man’s balls, and Gunner sighed in defeat.

  He pressed his head into the mattress, no longer able to pleasure Morgan as his release wove down his spine, pooling in his sac for one glorious moment before shooting forward. He reached for Wolfe, tugging on the man’s hair, silently warning him.

  Wolfe pulled off. “Don’t fucking ask me to stop now, you bastard. You know what I want. Give it to me.”

  “Shit. Yes!”

  The word hissed into a shout as Wolfe clamped around him again and took him deep just as the man’s finger sank completely inside his ass. The tip grazed Gunner’s prostrate, and he let go, pulsing his release down Wolfe’s throat as the man increased the pressure, sucking at him until black spots rimmed his vision and he let his hand fall from Wolfe’s hair.

  A raspy chuckle vibrated along his length, making Gunner grunt as Wolfe slowly released him before easing his finger free. His chest tightened as the man kissed his hip then moved over him, dragging him down enough he could reach his mouth. Gunner opened for Wolfe’s tongue, tasting himself as the man ate at him, finally breaking free with a husky groan.

  Wolfe punched him in the shoulder. “I win. Now let’s make Morgan scream.”

  Gunner grinned, pushing back under her pussy, licking her clit with renewed resolve. Wolfe would pay for making him come… And the man would fucking love every second of it.

  “Oh, God. Wolfe. God, god, god.”

  Gunner didn’t need to look to know Wolfe had slipped his finger inside Morgan’s ass. He could feel the man’s movements through the thin barrier separating her pussy from him.

  “Damn, Morgan. I can feel Wolfe moving. Soon, it’ll be our cocks like this. Is that what you want?”

  “Yes, with you guys, anything. Just make me come, damn it.”

  He glanced at her again and smiled. She’d stopped sucking on Ham, her head bowed toward the mattress her eyes squeezed shut. Ham gave him a wink as he slipped under her, latching onto a nipple. She broke. That one touch apparently sending her over.

  Gunner hummed as her release coated his tongue, her pussy contracting around his fingers. He kept them inside her, riding out the last of her orgasm before slowly easing them free. She whimpered, her muscles tensing when Wolfe pulled his finger out of her ass. He shuffled beside her, curling her into his lap. Her head fell against his shoulder, her body limp in his arms. Gunner heard Wolfe whispering to her, the words not quite detectable. But Morgan smiled, seemingly content to stay in the man’s embrace.

  Gunner rolled over, pushing onto his knees as he smiled at Wolfe. Then he turned to Ham and tapped him on the shoulder. “There’s medical lube in the kit.”

  Ham winked at him again, shifting his weight before pausing and glancing back. Indecision creased his features before he huffed and lunged forward, taking Gunner’s lips in his. His kiss was softer than Wolfe’s, more of a sensual caress than a demanding maneuver, and Gunner’s body heated at the swirl of Ham’s tongue over his.

  Ham tasted for several seconds, finally pulling back with a grin on his face. “Damn, she tastes good on you.” Then he vaulted off the bed and darted out the door.

  Gunner took a few calming breaths. Shit. He hadn’t planned on acting on his feelings for Ham and Wolfe, but damn… Morgan had gotten inside his head. Damn well dared him to make a move on his buddies. Though there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d regret it. Being with them felt more than right.

  The bed creaked again as Ham crawled back on, giving Gunner a shove. “Stop fucking thinking about it. We’re good. This is good. Better, actually. Now I believe we still owe Morgan an orgasm or ten.”

  Gunner punched him. “Waiting on you, jackass.”

  “I’m here now, baby. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

  “You fucking call me baby again and I’ll kick your ass.”

  “Why kick it when you can just fuck it?”

  “God damn, Hamilton.” Gunner turned to Wolfe and Morgan. “Center of the bed. Now.”

  Wolfe dropped a kiss on Morgan’s head, helping her to her hands and knees. She moved willingly over to Gunner, straddling his thighs as he drew her in for a kiss while he lowered them both to the bed. Her tongue played with his, the distinct difference between her and the other men making his head spin. She was soft and curvy, molding perfectly against him. Wolfe and Ham were hard, all planes and angles. He could be rougher with them, knowing they could take it. That they’d enjoy a firm touch, hell a fucking jab if it was called for.

  Morgan eased back, mouth dancing along his neck to his chest, her teeth nipping at his nipple. He sank his fingers into her hair, gathering the soft length in his hands. God, he loved her. Loved feeling her skin against his, how her sweet scent clung to him long after they’d finished. She was more than they’d ever hoped for. And she was theirs.

  Hamilton moved in behind her, grabbing Gunner’s cock from where it nudged Morgan’s pussy. Gunner hissed as the man fisted his length, running his fingers up and down it a few times before guiding Morgan onto the head, whispering for her to sink onto him. She followed his instructions, slowly taking Gunner inside her. Warm, wet pressure engulfed his shaft, the tight clasp of her channel making it hard for him to breathe.

  Hamilton chuckled. “Fucking incredible, isn’t it?” He licked Morgan’s neck down to her shoulder. “You’re incredible, baby. So fucking beautiful. I don’t know what we did to deserve you, but damn we’re lucky bastards. Now ease forward. I’ll take this slow. Let Gunner keep you busy while I get you all nice and loose so I don’t hurt
you.”

  Morgan glanced at him over her shoulder, eyes nearly completely black. She took his mouth, all tongue and pretty pink lips before pulling away and bending over Gunner.

  He cupped her jaw, brushing his thumb along her cheek. “You sure you’re ready for this?”

  Her eyes teared up, but she blinked them away. “Do you know how desperate you boys have made me? I need this, Gunner. Need to know I belong to you. That you all belong to me. I know it sounds silly, but…”

  Her voice trailed into a harsh moan, her head bowing to his chest. He looked along her spine, watching Ham’s hand move in a slow, rhythmic motion behind her ass, the sensation suddenly feathering against his dick, and knew Ham had slipped his fingers inside her.

  “Damn. Knowing Ham is touching that sweet ass of yours, feeling his fingers brush against me with every stroke. God, it drives me fucking insane with want. Ride me, Morgan.”

  She raised her head just enough to watch him as she lifted her hips then sank down, another cry breaking free.

  Gunner stroked her back, making small circles on her skin. “Wolfe. I think our girl needs help.”

  “About time.” Wolfe moved in beside Ham, shouldering against the other man as he wrapped his fingers around Morgan’s waist, easing her up and down Gunner’s length. The warm slide of her pussy along his shaft made a roaring sound rumble in his ears, and he knew he wouldn’t last long once Hamilton joined them.

  “Okay, Morgan. Take a deep breath and let me inside. I promise it’ll feel real good once I’m in.”

  She nodded her head, shouting Ham’s name as he pushed into her ass, every inch a ghosted caress against Gunner’s dick. Gunner clenched his jaw, the urge to move beading sweat along his brow. He pressed his head into the bed, waiting until Hamilton was fully seated before easing out, pausing with just the crown inside her before pushing back in.

  “God. Gunner. Ham. Shit. So much. Too damn much.”

  Her voice cracked and she writhed in Gunner’s arms, her hair swishing across his skin like a silky blanket. Gunner gathered it in his hands, wanting to see her face when she shattered around them. Hamilton moved next, pulling out then thrusting back in, his balls brushing against Gunner’s groin. Every tiny movement twitched his muscles until it felt as if every one of them was strung tight.

  Wolfe’s hand landed on Gunner’s hip, his fingers splaying around his cock where he joined with Morgan, her juice coating his skin. Hamilton grunted a moment later and Gunner knew Wolfe has mimicking his hold on the other man.

  “I can feel you guys pulsing. You’re not going to last long.”

  “Even less if you don’t stop squeezing me, Wolfe.” Ham punched him in the arm. “Either join in, or watch.”

  “That sounds like a challenge, Ham. And it’s accepted.”

  Ham grunted, looking at Gunner. “Why the hell is everything a challenge with him? All I meant was… Ah shit.”

  Ham’s head bowed forward, his movements suddenly jerky. Gunner looked beyond him, hissing out his breath as Wolfe curled in behind Ham, one hand on the man’s hip, the tube of lubricant clenched between his fingers as the other moved behind his ass. Fuck. Just knowing Wolfe was lubing Ham up made Gunner’s dick pulse, threatening to unload before they’d truly begun.

  Wolfe kept his focus on Ham’s butt, finally straightening a bit as he leaned in close. “Breathe out for me, Ham.”

  Hamilton’s breath rushed out in a groan as Wolfe’s hips slowly pressed forward. Gunner watched Wolfe retreat then thrust forward again, the memory of the man’s finger in his ass flicking through his mind.

  Wolfe growled, his head tilting back. “God, damn. You’re so fucking tight.”

  “Maybe because I’ve never been fucked in the ass before. Shit, so close.”

  “Take her. Make our girl scream, and I’ll make you come.”

  Hamilton started up an erratic rhythm. Disjointed. Gunner countered him as best he could until the incredibly tight pressure overwhelmed him. He moved, pounding into Morgan, reveling in the ragged cries that filled the room. Her eyes squeezed shut as she arched against Ham, her voice fading into a soundless scream. She fell forward, body limp, pussy spasming. Gunner pushed into her a dozen more times before his shaft flared, shooting his release deep inside her. Hamilton shouted next, body jerking as he emptied into her ass, every pulse echoed along Gunner’s cock.

  “Fuck, yeah. Gonna come, Ham. Shit.”

  Wolfe’s voice sounded loud, the hard slap of his groin on Ham’s ass rasping around them. Wolfe stiffened behind the other man, grunting through his release before collapsing onto Ham’s back. Both men looked spent and Gunner felt his chest constrict. He hadn’t realized how much he loved the assholes until Morgan had dared them to become something far more than just a team. And he knew he’d never be able to look at them the same. That he’d risk anything to keep them and Morgan alive.

  The bed bounced beside him and he opened his eyes as Wolfe fell down next to him. Ham laid Morgan against Gunner’s side, curling in beside her as she burrowed against him, eyes never opening. Gunner watched her sleep, praying they hadn’t pushed her too far, too fast.

  Wolfe punched his arm. “She’s fine, Gunner. Just exhausted. Honest. Ham and I already asked her. Twice. We’ll make sure we take extra time with her in the shower. But I think she needed this as much as we did.”

  Gunner nodded, wondering why he still had a lump in his throat.

  “We feel the same, buddy. Can’t imagine how we’d live if anything happened to her.” Wolfe’s expression changed. “The same goes for both of you. So keep you fucking heads down and your asses moving when we’re out there.”

  “You, too, buddy. Because that ass is mine.”

  “Greedy bastard.” Ham kicked at his shin. “You’re not the only one here that wants a piece of Wolfe. Or you, for that matter. So we’ll all keep our asses in one piece.”

  Wolfe grinned. “I’m right here, Ham, whenever you’re ready.”

  “Give me five. I swear you and Morgan just broke my dick.”

  “It’ll heal.” He looked at Gunner. “We good?”

  “Better than good. I just hope you feel this confident when we get back to the compound and Colby and them notice the change in our relationship.”

  “Please. I’ve seen the way Colby, Barrett and Darcy are with each other. They might not have started out as lovers, but I bet my right nut they’re not so innocent once Abby gets them into bed.”

  Gunner laughed. “Now that I’d like to see.” He glanced at Ham. “You fine with it?”

  “Wolfe just fucked my ass. I think that means I’m more than fine with it.” Ham shrugged. “Besides, if anyone has a problem they can talk to Wolfe about it. He scares the shit of out of most of the people there. You, too.” He smiled. “I always was the pretty face in this trio.”

  “Well that pretty face is going to get a mouthful if you don’t watch out.”

  “Promises, promises.” He eased out from under Morgan, curling her into Gunner. “I’ll go start the shower. You guys bring our girl. She deserves to get some quality sleep, and she won’t truly rest like this.”

  Wolfe sat up, swinging his legs over the edge. “Got your back.”

  “When haven’t you?”

  Wolfe sighed as Ham darted off, his expression sobering as he looked at Gunner. “We’re running out of time. You know that, right? And despite how much I’d love to just stay here, my gut’s telling me it’s not near safe enough. And there’s no fucking way I’m putting Morgan’s safety at risk. Kick ass movie-chick or not.”

  “None of us want to see her get hurt. But it’s still a long way and her ribs…”

  “I know. They’re not healing. Makes me wonder if that asshole did more damage than we thought. She needs Abby.”

  Gunner grimaced, pulling Morgan closer to him. “We can take turns carrying her if we need to. Maybe we can find a car in one of the towns. I know we’ve been avoiding them, but… She’s worth the risk.”

/>   “Then it’s settled. We let her rest today then move out. If our luck holds, we can be back at the compound in about three weeks, accounting for our slower pace.”

  “You know, if you boys are going to talk about me, maybe I shouldn’t be in the same room.”

  Gunner snapped his head down, his breath hitching at the simple beauty of her face. “Fuck you’re beautiful.”

  She smiled then tsked at him. “Don’t think that your flattery will get you out of trouble. My ribs are fine. And I can keep up.”

  “Your ribs aren’t healing the way they should, and if you keep pushing hard, you’ll kill yourself.” He kissed her hard, effectively shutting her up. “We’ll take it a day at a time. Just know this. We won’t put your safety or your health at risk. Period.”

  She huffed. “As long as I get to have the same privileges…”

  “Deal. Now let’s get that sexy ass of yours in the shower. Then we’ll rest.”

  “If by rest you mean I get to watch you guys love each other again, I’m all in.”

  “Wench. But I’m sure that can be arranged, especially if Wolfe has anything to say about it.”

  “Fuck you, Gunner. You’re just as damn invested as I am.”

  “Help me give the lady a shower, and you can put that theory to the test.”

  Wolfe growled. He pushed to his feet then reached for Morgan, scooping her into his arms. He dropped a soul-searing kiss on her lips then headed for the doorway, pausing halfway out. “Hope your stamina hasn’t waned because as soon as we get back to this bed, your ass is mine.”

  He marched out, Morgan’s laughter floating on the air. Gunner stared up at the ceiling, rubbing his chest as it tightened again. Wolfe was right. They wouldn’t survive losing Morgan, not after she’d brought them together. And he had a bad feeling the trip home wasn’t as simple as any of them hoped.

  “Gunner. Get your fucking ass in here.” Wolfe’s voice bellowed through the cabin.

  “On my way, jackass.” He’d get them safely back. Whatever the price.

  Chapter Fourteen