What Remains_Reckoning

by Kris Norris

  Colby waved the question off. “Barrett’s just sore because he lost the bet. I said it’d take you guys a couple of weeks to feel comfortable enough to get over the fact we don’t give a shit that all four of you are involved and slap a wet one on each other. Barrett thought Wolfe’s lack of fucks to give would break through sooner.” Colby shook his head. “You guys do know we all suspected you were involved before Morgan, right?”

  Wolfe pushed his way through. “Excuse me? How the hell did you know when we didn’t?”

  Barrett rolled his eyes. “Please. You three were as bad as Hunter and Emersyn. We just figured you needed more time before letting us in on it, so we never said anything. But can I just say, thank fucking god, because either you were going to eventually kill each other, or you were going to screw in the middle of the damn mess tent.”

  “Fuck you.”

  Barrett glanced at Colby and Darcy. “Already spoken for, big boy.”

  Gunner palmed Wolfe’s chest, giving him a smile when the door to the clinic opened. Hamilton stepped out, glancing between the gathering of men, his brow furrowed.

  He looked at Wolfe, kicking at the ground. “God damn, Wolfe. Did you attack Gunner without me? Greedy bastard. And the man’s still recovering. Have you no limits?”

  Wolfe fisted his shirt, yanking him into his chest. “I’ll fucking show you limits as soon as we get back to our barracks.”

  Ham grinned. “Does that mean Gunner’s better?”

  Gunner punched Ham in the back. “Good enough to kick your ass.”

  “Not quite what I had in mind, but…”

  “Do these limits involve me, or am I strictly a spectator?”

  Gunner turned, Morgan’s voice sending shivers down his spine. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed on her chest, her pretty little mouth pursed into a pout. She’d donned a sexy pair of cargo pants and a tight long-sleeved shirt that showed the gentle slope of her breasts and the lean muscles along her torso.

  He offered her his hand, and she moved willingly into his embrace, resting her head on his chest. Her body molded perfectly against him, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes, inhale the scent of coconut shampoo and warm woman.

  Morgan rubbed her hands along his ribs, keeping her touch light. “Is this hurting you?”

  “Nothing but pleasure when you’re in my arms, honey.”

  She scowled. “It’s only been two weeks. I remember how much mine still hurt. Shit, they still do sometimes.”

  “That’s because you were stubborn and pushed yourself too hard. I’ve been sitting around with my feet up.”

  She swatted his shoulder. “Jackass.”

  “But I’m yours. We all are.”

  Her smile nearly took him to his knees.

  He glanced at Abby as the woman walked past them then leaned against Colby, the man’s hands resting on her rounded belly. “Well, doc? Everything okay?”

  Abby nodded. “Other than the nausea, Morgan’s doing great, and no worse for wear after that incident with the truck. But she needs to drink more, and eat, though I understand that’s difficult when you only throw it up.” Her eyes softened. “I’m sorry I don’t have any kind of prenatal medication I can give you. There are safe drugs that help alleviate the symptoms, but I simply don’t have any.”

  Morgan turned in his embrace, resting against him. “I’ll be fine. It seems to be worse in the morning then lessens over the day. I’m actually feeling fairly good right now.”

  Abby’s gaze flickered to the men behind Morgan as she smiled. “Just try to eat. And rest. And be sure to see me again next week.”

  Gunner gave Morgan a squeeze. “Yes, ma’am.” He glanced at his buddies, not quite sure how to ask the next question when Abby laughed.

  “Men. You’re all the same. Morgan’s fine. She’s just pregnant.”

  He frowned. “Just pregnant?”

  Colby laughed. “Abby’s trying to say you guys are fine to go and tumble in the sheets. Sex isn’t going to hurt Morgan or the baby.”

  Abby slapped the man. “I was trying to be discreet.”

  “They’re SEALs. They don’t understand the concept of the word.” Colby looked back at Gunner. “I assume Rhys has filled you in on everything by now? The man seems to take great pleasure in the fact his little brother cracked Lelin’s serum. He should have a working vaccine within the month. And he’s assured us he’s made progress with the original strain with Rhys’ blood by backwards engineering.” Colby ran a hand through his hair. “I’m not sure I even know what the hell the man’s talking about, but Rhys trusts him, so…”

  Gunner grinned. “Once we got over the fact the bastard was still alive and had a brother… Yeah, he filled in most of the holes. And can I just say, shit! We leave for a couple of months and everyone’s shacked up by the time we get back! Makes us wonder if you were all just waiting for us to leave—bastards. Though it’s nice not to have to avoid Hunter and Emersyn as they stared at each other all the time, driving the rest of us crazy by never making a move. Guess this means we’re gearing up for winter? We’re free to go on runs if you need us.”

  “How about the four of you just catch your breath first. Let Cogan and his crew enjoy some peace instead of obsessing over the fact you’re missing. I can assure you those three and Harper have been a bundle of joy to deal with.”

  “They saved our asses. Hard to get pissy over that.”

  Colby nodded. “Good to have you guys back. Now I believe you were on a mission before we interrupted.”

  Gunner gave Colby the finger as the four of them headed off, staying closer than Gunner had noticed in the past. Thoughts ran through his head when a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned, instantly pinned by the fire raging in Wolfe’s eyes.

  The man motioned toward their cabin. “While I love chatting, it’s time to get your ass back to our room before I live up to everyone’s expectations and claim it right here.”

  “If anyone’s claiming an ass, yours is mine, big boy.”

  Wolfe’s breathing roughened. “Room. Now.”

  Gunner gave Morgan a wink before nodding at Hamilton. The man smiled then darted over, gathering Morgan in his arms then heading across the complex. Morgan swatted at the man’s chest, muttering something about them all being Neanderthal knuckle-heads as they made their way to their barracks, kicking the door closed behind them. Ham headed straight into the bedroom, placing Morgan on her feet just long enough to strip her down before easing her back, his body moving over hers.

  Gunner watched the couple together, his cock swelling painfully in his pants. Damn, he’d never get tired of seeing them interact. Watching Ham or Wolfe love her. Being the one to taste her release. And the fact Ham’s ass more than turned him on was one hell of a bonus.

  Wolfe came up behind him, his hands landing on Gunner’s waist. “You sure your ribs are up to this? No shame in waiting.”

  “Morgan walked ten miles a day through mountainous terrain with broken ribs. I think I can suck you off.”

  “Fuck. Gunner.”

  He pointed to the bed. “Get naked and get your ass on the bed beside Ham and Morgan. I want them to see every second of my mouth on you. Then we’ll go from there.”

  Wolfe yanked off his clothes, kicking them across the room before settling on the edge of the bed. He twisted slightly, lowering to claim Morgan’s mouth then trail kisses down her neck until he reached her breasts. One hand pinched her nipple as he took the other with his lips, sucking and nipping until she cried his name, begging for more.

  Ham chuckled, wedging himself between her legs. “Oh, there’s more, baby.” He nuzzled her slit. “Watch Gunner and Wolfe. Because you’re not coming until Wolfe does.”

  Morgan mumbled something under her breath, arching on the bed when Ham’s head moved between her legs, the wet sounds of him lapping at her sex spiking Gunner’s need. He shucked off his pants, taking the time to ease his shirt over his shoulders, hissing at the slight bite, knowing any
pain he felt would fade into urgent heat once he got a taste of Wolfe.

  The other man palmed his waist, stopping him from going to his knees. “Ribs are still hurting you. We don’t—”

  He cut him off with a possessive kiss, thrusting his tongue inside, gripping Wolfe’s shoulders to the point he knew his fingers would leave marks. But he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t pull back from the need pulsing through his body. He’d been waiting for the right moment to pleasure his friend. Until he could finally relax, confident they were safe. And fuck if that knowledge didn’t take him to the brink before they’d even started.

  He pulled back from Wolfe’s mouth, leaving him with a firm bite to his lip. Wolfe grunted, his dick bobbing up to his stomach in response. The man watched him as he went to his knees, shoving Wolfe’s legs apart. A thin coating of pre-cum covered the end of his cock, the slippery fluid shining in the warm sunlight. Gunner leaned forward, inhaling Wolfe’s spicy scent, smiling at the familiarity of it. After all those years of keeping each other alive, this felt like the ultimate reward.

  Gunner smoothed one hand around the base of Wolfe’s dick, reveling in the hard length beneath the silky skin. He moved his hand slowly toward the tip, smiling when more fluid dotted the slit. He looked up at Wolfe, noting the tight press of the man’s mouth and the way his neck corded from anticipation. “Ready?”

  “Been ready for a long time, buddy. Might have to kick your sorry ass if you keep me waiting much longer.”

  “Weren’t you the one who told Morgan waiting was half the fun?”

  “Fuck that.”

  “No. How about I just fuck you?”

  Gunner lowered his mouth to the pulsing head, licking a path across the crown. Wolfe’s low growl spurred him on, and he repeated the action, this time sealing his lips around the fleshy tip and taking it to the back of his throat.

  “God damn, Gunner. You’re going to have me coming on the first fucking stroke.”

  He didn’t reply, just made another pass, doing his best to take all of the man’s length.

  “Shit. Did Morgan show you how to give head, because I’m dying.”

  Gunner glanced up with Wolfe’s cock lodged deep, ensuring the man was watching before swallowing. Wolfe’s eyes clenched shut as his head tilted back, one of his hands sinking into Gunner’s hair. Wolfe fisted a handful of it, applying enough pressure to cause a slight sting.

  The mild hurt made Gunner’s cock throb, and he had to squeeze the head to stop from coming on the spot. Instead, he focused on Wolfe. On sliding up and down his shaft, using his free hand to massage his sac, applying the kind of pressure he knew would make Wolfe spurt down his throat.

  Wolfe moaned then started thrusting his hips, taking Gunner’s mouth with firm strokes. Morgan cried out beside them, and he glanced over at her, nearly climaxing. Ham was behind her on the bed, his cock working her pussy as he whispered in her ear, his other hand still fingering her clit. Her eyes had a glassy look as she watched Gunner, arousal shadowing her face.

  He gave her a wink, vaguely aware of Ham reminding her not to come, as Gunner matched Wolfe’s movements, fisting the length he didn’t reach as he sucked at the head. Wolfe’s thrusts faltered, the rhythm starting to fail when his gaze flew to Gunner’s, the man’s impending release written across his face.

  “Gonna come. Fuck. If you don’t want it down your throat…”

  Gunner shook his head, applying more pressure, moving one hand back so he could finger Wolfe’s ass. The man stiffened, his muscles flexing before he jerked against him, his cock emptying into Gunner’s mouth.

  Gunner hummed, still bobbing between the man’s thighs as he swallowed the fluid, nipping at the head when Wolfe finally stopped. Wolfe bent forward, leaning over Gunner, his raspy breath increasing Gunner’s need. He inched back, palming Wolfe’s neck and sealing their mouths together, giving the man a taste of his own release. Wolfe growled, deepening the kiss until Gunner’s lungs burned and Wolfe pulled back, his ragged breaths grazing Gunner’s cheek.

  Gunner slapped Wolfe’s stomach. “Not bad for a first time.”

  “That was fucking amazing. And I only care that it’s not your last time.”

  “Not even close. But we do have a problem.” He stood, presenting his cock to the other man. “I’m fucking hard as a damn rock.”

  Wolfe grinned up at him, fisting his length when Gunner pulled back.

  “I need your ass, not your mouth.”

  Wolfe chuckled. “Well, at least there’s no confusion.”

  Gunner grunted when Wolfe squeezed hard then released, rolling over on the bed. Morgan was writhing in Ham’s arms, her head thrashing across his chest.

  Ham grinned, leaning in close to her ear. “Okay, baby. You can come now.”

  Wolfe moaned. “Oh yeah. Come against my tongue.”

  He moved over her stomach, leaning between her splayed thighs as Ham increased his pace, moving his finger so Wolfe could lap at her clit. Gunner took his spot at Ham’s feet, wanting to see Morgan unravel in their arms. Wolfe sucked at the tight bud, licking his way down to Ham’s cock, tonguing her slit and the other man’s shaft as it emerged from inside her, his skin covered in juice. The sight bobbed Gunner’s cock against his stomach, and he took a few deep breaths to maintain control.

  Morgan screamed Ham’s name, her body bowing backwards as she paused then shattered, eyes squeezing shut as her body flushed. Both men continued to move, drawing out her release until she collapsed against Ham, sweat beading her skin. Ham kept pumping, his mouth firm, his body strung tight. Wolfe reached for his shaft, easing it free of Morgan’s sex then taking it deep, hollowing his cheeks as Ham lodged in the back of Wolfe’s throat.

  “Fuck, Wolfe. God. I’m coming.”

  Wolfe slid down Ham’s length, humming when the man’s hips jerked against Morgan, his muscles straining. Wolfe made another dozen passes before allowing Ham’s dick to slip free, the weakening erection lying against Morgan’s cleft.

  Wolfe glanced up at Gunner, winking before shuffling on the bed. The man’s cock thickened as he moved between Morgan’s thighs, presenting Gunner his ass as he lifted Morgan’s hips and thrust inside her.

  “Yes. God, Wolfe. Please. No more teasing.” Her voice was a breathy plea.

  Wolfe slapped his groin against hers, the wet sounds echoing through the room. “I’m right here, sweetheart. Gonna make you come so hard.” He glanced at Gunner. “If you want my ass, I suggest you take it. I’m not going to last long. She’s too fucking hot.”

  Gunner grabbed the lube off the side table, slicking up his shaft before moving behind Wolfe and easing the man’s ass cheeks apart. His tight pucker opened slightly, the sight increasing Gunner’s need. He grabbed his length, positioning it at Wolfe’s entrance before slowly pushing forward, inching his way inside the man’s ass. Wolfe’s movements faltered, growing increasingly urgent as Gunner sank completely inside him, pausing with his balls pressed against Wolfe’s.

  “Damn, Wolfe. So damn tight. God, you feel good.”

  “Fucking move, Gunner before I do it for you.”

  Gunner slapped his ass. “Bossy bastard, aren’t you?”

  “I’m fucking on fire. Now fuck my ass so I can make Morgan scream.”

  Gunner grunted, dragging his shaft back through the tight passage, leaving just the tip inside before pushing back in, his head tilting forward as he bottomed out. He stared at Wolfe’s muscular form. At the way his back flexed as he rode Morgan. The delineated lines along his biceps and forearms. The man was perfectly strong. Coiled power unlike any Gunner had seen. And he knew this was where he belonged. Where they all belonged.

  Morgan’s voice rose above the wet thrusts, the harsh cry signaling she was about to climax. Gunner moved, taking Wolfe’s ass in steady strokes, wanting to send the man over as he claimed Morgan. Their joint shouts fill the room. Wolfe bowed his head, sweat dotting his skin before he cursed then stiffened, hips thrashing against Morgan’s groin. She screamed
his name, her body convulsing beneath Wolfe before going limp.

  Watching them both come, smelling their combined release sent Gunner over. He pounded into Wolfe a dozen more times then came, emptying into Wolfe’s ass as he closed his eyes, the sheer intensity of it robbing his breath. He fell forward, allowing Wolfe to support most of his weight as he concentrated on breathing. Time slowed, nothing more than the rasp of air sounding in the room. His body shook as he eased free of Wolfe’s channel, falling onto the bed. He glanced at Morgan. She was nestled against Ham, eyes closed, her dark lashes resting against her pale skin. Ham stroked her hair, dropping kisses on her neck and shoulder as he lulled her to sleep.

  He looked up, smiling at Gunner. “Damn, that was fucking hot to watch. I think Morgan’s going to be asleep for a while.”

  Wolfe moved between her and Gunner on the mattress, not seeming to care that his legs splayed out across both of them or that he took up more than his share of the bed. “She could use the rest. God knows she’s too stubborn to get it any other way. Looks like we’ll have to love her into our way of thinking.”

  Ham laughed. “I like the sound of that.” His expression sobered. “So the pregnancy thing… You guys worried?”

  “Other than I have no idea about being a father?” Gunner sighed. “I’ll admit. I never thought about it but damn… When she told us she might be pregnant. Something shifted inside, and I knew I’d be disappointed if she wasn’t.” He reached across Wolfe and grazed his finger along her jaw. “Abby will ensure Morgan’s safe. We have to believe that.”

  “You know we’re going to try and wrap this kid in a glass bubble, too, right?”

  “I’m sure Morgan will keep us grounded.”

  “Damn straight I will, or I’ll be the one tying on a strap-on and taking your asses.”

  Gunner snapped his gaze to her face, smiling at the devious gleam in her eyes.

  She raised a brow. “Especially if it’s anything like what I just witnessed. Damn, you boys are incredible.”

  Wolfe leaned in. “Ditto, sweetheart. And since you’re awake, how about a shower?”