by Ann Grech
“Cheers to that.” Ricky held up his mug and took a swallow, making desire rocket through me.
Goddamn. Watching him was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I wanted to lick his Adam’s apple and keep going farther down, tasting him like I’d tasted Caden. Once I’d given my first blow job, I was hooked. Having that much power to send my man into the stratosphere was addictive, but I hadn’t had the pleasure of doing the same to Ricky yet. I adjusted my half-hard dick as inconspicuously as I could and struggled to think of something else.
The conversation continued around me as I tried desperately to regain my focus. Something was being said about a memory from a few years back, but I wasn’t taking in the words.
“How did you guys meet?” I asked, waving between Angelo and Trent, my voice a lot huskier than usual. I cleared my throat, but Ricky had heard it too and sucked in a breath, his body going rigid for a moment. God, it made me want to jump him. I cleared my throat and added, “Ricky said you’ve been friends for years.”
Trent nodded. “I was watching the bungee jumpers from the bridge just out of town while Angelo did a photo shoot for them. I happened to be in the right spot at the right time—he asked for help with some of his equipment, so I hung around. That was, what, five years ago?” He turned to Angelo and his features softened just the slightest bit. They were obviously close. “We’ve been friends ever since.”
“You going home this year, Rick?” Angelo asked, changing the subject. Home to them was Santa Caterina di Valfurva in the north of Italy, the tiny ski village I’d visited the Christmas before. It was where we’d met Ricky, where the spark ignited when Caden and I had followed Reef there so he could be with Ford.
I would’ve loved to go back there; our Christmas was one I’d never forget. But dragging Gracie along for the two-day plane trip was a bit much, especially after she’d only just be getting used to Queenstown when we’d be preparing to travel again.
“I think it’d be good for us to settle in first, get some routine happening before we plan another big trip.” Rick looked at me for confirmation, and when I nodded and smiled, he continued, “I’d love Mama to meet Gracie, but we’ve got next year.”
“Is Caden really adopting her?” Angelo asked before he closed his eyes and shook his head. “Never mind, stupid question. Of course he’s adopting her. Geez, it must’ve been hard to lose his sister like that.” We both nodded, my heart breaking all over again knowing the anguish and utter devastation Annalise’s death had wrought on Caden and his father. “He’s lucky to have you guys.”
Two hours later, after lunch, a few really good cups of joe and a lot of joking around, I’d realized two things. First, Angelo was great. He was charming and funny, mischievous, and he teased his brother endlessly. Second, Trent was a different man under the surface. He hadn’t said much, but I’d seen him observe everything. From my conversations with Ford about him, I had the impression that he was an outspoken, ignorant fool. But the man in front of me was a whole lot more complex than that, one Angelo was fiercely protective of. Apparently that trait ran in the family.
I nudged Ricky. “Whaddya think about doing something when C gets here? Like a welcome party.”
“How about everyone comes over to our house?” he asked without hesitation.
I know he continued talking, something about us cooking dinner and Gracie sleeping in her own bed, but my head was filled with a buzzing sound and my heart was overflowing. Our house. He’d called it ours, not his. I grasped his hand in mine and kissed his knuckles, wanting to wrap myself around him and never let go. That desire I’d been enveloped by earlier roared to life again, but this time it wasn’t just being a horn bag—it was a need as intense as the sun to show Ricky how much his words meant, how much he meant.
“I love you,” I blurted out. “You’re amazing, exactly like Caden said. You’d do anything for us, wouldn’t you?”
When he cupped my face, I leaned into his touch, needing to get closer to him, to feel his warmth. “Anything. Everything.”
I shook my head, disbelieving that I’d managed to snag the most perfect of men to share with my best friend, the other love of my life. “Let’s go home and pick which color we want to paint our baby girl’s room.”
“Angelo, Trent, I’ll call you both and let you know when it’s happening. It’ll be in a few weeks.”
“Make it a weeknight, yeah?” Angelo stated. “Wedding season’s in full swing. I’m booked out Friday through Sunday until Christmas.” He was a professional photographer, and while he did a bit of the touristy-type photos for local businesses and media outlets, his main specialty was weddings. His social media sites, which Ricky had shown me the night before, told the story of just how talented an eye he had.
Ricky bumped his fist and then did the same to Trent. Holding out my hand to Angelo and then his friend, I said, “It was great meeting you both.”
“Yeah, you too, Mace. Look after him, okay.” Angelo nodded toward Ricky. “He’s got a big heart, and I don’t want to see him get hurt.”
I’d been waiting for the protective brother to show his head. Honestly, if I had a sibling as close as these two were, I’d be saying the same thing.
I nodded, my tone stressing how serious I was as I proclaimed, “I love him, Angelo. Caden and Gracie too. They’re everything to me.” Then, embarrassed at gushing to two virtual strangers and my boyfriend, I ducked my head as heat flooded my face.
“We’ll be in touch.” Ricky nudged me and I slid out of the booth, waiting for him to do the same. His hand at the small of my back had me wanting to melt into him. I picked up my pace, dodging around the tables and chairs while Ricky’s big body was pressed close to mine, kicking my lust into overdrive. As soon as we’d exited, he grasped my hand and dragged me along, and even with my longer legs I had trouble keeping up. He was a man on a mission, weaving between meandering pedestrians as we headed toward the parking lot.
I laughed when he saw an alley and ducked into it, cringing at the odor of the trash in the dumpsters. He groaned like he was in pain and pulled me out of there. “That smell…. No. Just no.”
He shuddered and then, just as determined, led me along the street until we reached a mall. Cobblestoned walkways and soaring rough-hewn timber columns supported thick steel beams and a roof four floors high. Red brick walls and iron swing signs outside each of the shops gave the little space an industrial look, but the ivy growing along the walls made it cozy too, inviting. The sweet smells from the nearby cake shop helped draw me in.
I went willingly, pulling Ricky to me when he pushed me against the wall, the cold, rough surface a contrast to the heat of his body pressing into mine. His strong hands guided my face down to his, and he captured my mouth in a smoldering kiss. With eager lips and a teasing tongue, he held me in place, directing my movements.
I sighed and relaxed against him, giving in to him, and it just ramped our exchange up. Pushing his leg between mine, he started a slow grind, making me gasp as fire spread through my body, wanton need burning me from the inside. When his lips trailed along my throat down to my collarbone, I moaned out loud. His stubble against my skin, his firm lips and warm breath teasing me, torturing me in the best possible way had me arching into his touch, my hands spearing into his thick black hair and holding him against me.
“Want you, Mace,” Ricky growled against the dip in my throat before he licked my Adam’s apple. My hips bucked instinctively, my jean-clad erection grinding against his. I let out a choked gasp again, mindless with lust. My fingers tightened in his hair like they had a mind of their own as my ass clenched, begging to be filled with him. The puff of his breath with his chuckle told me he knew exactly what he did to me, but from the iron rod in his jeans pressed against my leg, he was just as affected.
“Ricky,” I moaned quietly. “You need to take me home.”
He growled, flat-out growled, and pulled back, fire in his eyes. “Fuck. Say that again.”
“Take
me home,” I repeated. “Now.”
His eyes closed and the blissed-out expression he wore was a heady aphrodisiac, but I didn’t enjoy it for long. He pulled me forward again, lips slamming against mine as he kissed me like his life depended on it.
The ride back was quiet, but the air was electric, arcing between us. He pulled his 4x4 into the garage and jumped out, coming around to my side to open my door. He needn’t have bothered—I was already out and striding toward him.
Grasping my hand again, he tugged me inside and straight upstairs to his bedroom—our bedroom—not stopping until we stood next to his bed. “Get undressed and lie down,” he ordered.
“No.” I shook my head slowly and trailed my hand down his body to the bulge in his jeans. Squeezing him and watching his eyes roll back in his head spurred me on. “I wanna taste you. Get C on the line. I want him with us.”
I fell to my knees and unbuckled his belt, popping open the button and unzipping his fly. Before I could pull his jeans down, Ricky toed off his Chucks, his eyes on me the whole time. Biting back a moan, I hooked my fingers under his black Calvin’s and dragged both them and his jeans down his powerful legs. The crisp dark hairs, the thickness of his muscles, the masculinity he exuded were all so new to me in a lover, but I didn’t think I’d ever lose the shudder of anticipation that passed through me. Breathing his musk in, I ran my hands up his legs and watched as his dick pulsed, his semi quickly hardening again.
I blew a breath across his balls and licked him before sucking on the soft skin of his sac. I took one of his testicles into my mouth, the popping sound as I moved to the other lascivious. Trailing my tongue along the underside of his shaft, I licked along the veins from root to tip and finally got my true taste of him—salty and exotic, just like him.
His big hands on my head guided me but didn’t push. I took more of him in, taking my time to work my way down his length, bathing him with my tongue and teasing him with barely there brushes of my teeth. Ricky’s moan was heady, pushing me to go further, deeper. I wanted him to ride my face, to take what he wanted. I squeezed the firm cheeks of his ass, bringing him closer. Gagging a little, I pulled back, sucking breath through my nose, and Ricky took over, slowly thrusting his hips.
I ran my hand up his body, my fingers brushing against his lips. He sucked hard on them, making me mimic his move, and he let out a choked cry as precum flooded my mouth. My man liked it hard. I fingerfucked his mouth as I took him as deep as I could. Pulling my fingers free, I moved my hand to his ass and Ricky widened his stance. Brushing my fingers over his hole, I wet him, prodding gently like he and Caden had done to me countless times. I wanted to drive him wild, make him lose his shit and come all over my face.
My cock, throbbing in my jeans, was going to be permanently imprinted with the marks of my zipper. Tearing it open, I freed my dick from its confines. Ricky moaned when he saw me, and I slipped my finger into him. His entrance clenched tight around my first knuckle and I sucked harder on his cock, my other hand abandoning my own dick and moving to his balls. Rolling them in my hand, sucking hard and slowly inching farther into his passage had Ricky shouting out my name, his thick muscles trembling.
“Mason… oh God, Mace,” he pleaded. My mouth full of him, I looked up and saw desire flaming in his eyes. “I want you to ride my face, miele.”
It was all the invitation I needed. I pulled off him, slipping my fingers free, and scrambled to take off my clothes as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.
Finally naked, we stood before each other as I reached for the tablet he had sitting on the side table. We’d Skyped with Caden the night before as he was waking up. He’d be sound asleep now, but I needed him too. Dialing him, I set the tablet down where he’d be able to see the bed if he answered, then pushed Ricky down. Laughing, he reached out and pulled me on top of him, kissing me playfully. “Get back to sucking my cock, Mason.”
“What’s miele mean?” I breathed, wrapping my hand around his cock before kissing him again. Him thrusting into my fist and grinding against his hard length had a buzz starting in my body, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him inside me. I wanted his mouth on me. I wanted everything.
“Honey,” he groaned, and I shuddered.
Pulling back, I swiveled around and climbed on his face, taking his cock deep in my mouth. Saliva dripped and I gathered it up, coating my finger before plunging it back inside him. Ricky tongued my hole, and my moan combined with the one from the speaker next to us.
“Fuck,” Caden hissed, his sleepy voice wrapping around me as if I were in his arms. I knew I’d hit Ricky’s prostate when he stiffened and cursed, his slit leaking precum onto my tongue.
My nerve endings were crackling, in rapture with the licking and prodding of Ricky’s tongue. I was a slut for this—I couldn’t get enough. As I shamelessly rode his face, he pressed deep, stretching me for his cock. I let out a cry, muffled by his shaft down my throat, my own cock pulsing between us. I wanted to be stuffed full, needed the burn of him sinking into me.
Pulling off him, I snagged the lube and condoms we’d stashed in the nightstand and yanked one out of the box, tossing it aside. Cool, wet fingers glided over my hole, teasing me, stretching me, and coating me inside and out. Tearing the condom open with my teeth, I rolled it down his length and held out my hand to Ricky. He drizzled lube into my outstretched palm and I slicked him up.
I was facing Ricky’s feet, straddling his belly. In my desperation, I hadn’t given a thought to how this would work.
“Mace, move down farther. Ride him like that,” Caden begged. “But move the screen. I wanna see everything.”
I reached out for the tablet, resting it on the bunched-up covers between Ricky’s legs. I smiled at my love across the other side of the world, wishing he was close enough to hold.
“We wanted you with us,” I explained, in no way sorry for waking him up.
Caden’s response was to move his iPad down his body, showing me his cock driving into his fist. “I’m right there with you, Mace.”
I moaned as my whole body coursed with desire. I lifted and slid down Ricky’s body at the same time as he pulled himself up to sitting. Holding his cock in place with one hand, he held me steady with the other while I guided myself down. I struggled to stay relaxed—he was big. So. Fucking. Thick.
“Breathe, Mace,” Caden directed. “Rick, fist his dick, play with his hole for me.”
I moaned when Ricky did exactly what Caden asked, arching into his touch. Two thick fingers entered me and I gasped, rocking my hips as I rode him. But I needed more. I needed him.
Ricky pulled out and I sank down, his crown breaching me.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” Caden breathed.
Ricky rocked his hips and his cock slid farther into me, filling me more. I let my weight do some of the work, seating myself on him fully. The stretch, the fullness, it was overwhelming, but the pass of his shaft over my prostate had me seeing stars. I braced myself on Ricky’s knees, swiveling my hips. His growl had me doing it again and again before he pulled me back against his chest. One hand splayed across my pec and the other on my dick, he pumped his hips and sent me into orbit. Hammering my prostate with every slow stroke, he took me to nirvana and my orgasm rocketed toward me. The buzz started low in my spine and radiated outward, my balls tightening and my cock throbbing as my blissed-out moans combined with Ricky’s and Caden’s.
I closed my eyes and imagined Caden’s arms around me, holding me close like Ricky was. Their touch, their caresses, their warmth surrounding me both grounded me and lifted me high. Love and lust combined, detonating with the force of a nuclear bomb in my chest. I knew I’d never be the same again, and I didn’t want to be.
I let go and flew, their love surrounding me as I erupted, my orgasm washing over me in waves. It was all-consuming. Heaven.
Panting, I started moving, trying to help Ricky over the edge, but he held me tight, continuing his slow grind. His dick swelled in me and h
e emptied himself into the catch of the condom, his quiet cry into the nape of my neck the only noise to break the sounds of our breaths.
I opened my eyes. Caden had rolled onto his back, his cock softening after his orgasm. Ricky’s soft kisses along my shoulders and the heat of his breath made me want to curl up against him, even though we were slippery with sweat.
He rolled me to the side, slowly pulling out and adjusting the tablet so I could see Caden again. “Baby, you okay?” he asked.
Caden’s “Mmm” had me smiling. “I miss you guys.”
“We miss you too,” I whispered, the love and lust from a moment earlier mixing with yearning and the need to hold Caden close once more.
Ricky wrapped his arms around me and held me close, kissing everywhere he could reach. As we snuggled together, the warm spring day drawing to a close and the sun beginning to rise on Caden’s end, we talked. We hadn’t been together long, but it was long enough—I’d fallen for these men, and I didn’t want to spend another minute apart from them.
Chapter Thirteen
Riccardo
Only a few more minutes, but damn, they’d been the longest minutes in world freaking history so far. A few more might actually kill me. Anticipation buzzed in my veins.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
The plane had landed and people were meandering out, but there was still no glimpse of our travelers. I shuffled again, impatience burning far stronger than anticipation.
Where the hell are they?
Then I heard Gracie, her tiny cry growing louder as they came closer. I was vibrating, totally unable to stand still, but Mason kept me grounded, his hands on my hips holding me steady. Moments seemed to crawl by, excitement blooming inside me. Gabe was first through the doorway and he spotted us instantly, a tired smile lighting up his face as he wheeled two small suitcases over to us. Caden followed, a squirming Gracie in his arms, her back arching and her arms and legs kicking out. Her cries were angry, filled with frustration.