Vote Then Read: Volume II

by Lauren Blakely

  It’s fucking coffee for chrissakes.

  What am I going to say?

  No, I won’t have coffee with you because your ex will be there, and she’ll smell like an angel and flirt with me like the devil. And well, I’m afraid I’ll be forced to take matters into my own hands and get her so wet, she screams, “Fuck me, Salvatore!”

  Ya. No.

  I’m sure you’re curious as to why in the hell Kaci and her ex, Jaid, are now all up in each other like BFF’s. It’s simple, again. Kaci is dying. Whatever happened between them has been slowly extinguished since Kaci and I hooked up. I wish I knew the whole story if for no other reason than details of their sex life could be excellent fap mats.

  Ya, I’m a real fucker sometimes.

  Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door three times. No one answers. I peer over the railing to the parking lot. I quickly spot Jaid’s restored Scout, sitting next to my Challenger. Since Kaci hasn’t driven in months because of the meds, I know they are here. They wouldn’t have gone for a walk because Kaci wouldn’t do that without her backpack, containing oxygen, a portable nebulizer, and a rescue inhaler as well as an armful of backup meds.

  I told you, things have gotten worse.

  I pull the keys from my pocket and slide it into the lock. I hate that I’m doing this, and nothing is going to convince me that this is a good idea. Jaid is lethal to my sanity.

  Stepping inside, I inhale the aroma of coffee and hear the giggling from the bedroom. “Good morning!” I say rather pissed off as I walk to the bedroom door. “I’ve come for coffee and…” My jaw drops at the sight of my wife naked and between Jaid’s legs. Guys have fantasies about this shit. Unfortunately, I’m not immune as I shake my head and mumble, “… To make you breakfast.”

  “Took you long enough,” Kaci says, turning to me with a smile and biting her damp lip. No doubt damp from Jaid’s soaked pussy. “Coffee is hot.”

  “That’s not all that’s hot,” I reply, propping against the door jamb as Jaid gives a mischievous flick of her brow. Sitting with her back against the headboard, she makes no effort to conceal her tawny, ripe nipples. Bitch. With a wave of my hand, I suggest, “Please, continue.”

  “You should come help,” Jaid whispers as her words pour fuel onto my already blazing fire.

  I snarl, taking the few strides to the bedside. “I’m going to kiss my wife good morning.”

  With an innocent doe-eyed gaze, Jaid baits, “So you can taste me.”

  I swear I’m going to slap her and go for a run.

  Fuck it. Fuck all of it.

  “Do you like getting me up?”

  Jaid’s expression changes to a sweet smile as she answers, “You look really good loaded in your jeans.”

  From between Jaid’s thighs, Kaci bops her head up and says, “She’s right.”

  “I’m going to go have some coffee and smoke over this dilemma.”

  Jaid’s eyes open wide as Kaci returns to her audible licking and sucking. I won’t say I’m not jealous. “There is no dilemma,” Jaid moans. “Get your fucking pants off.”

  I simmer with a snarl. “No.”

  Her repetitive blinks are so worth the cost of this erection. I rarely ever say no to sex, but she isn’t Kaci and I can. So, I do.

  And I walk out, leaving them to their activity. I pour a cup of coffee and light up a smoke. I’m intentionally waiting because I know one of them is bound to chase after me.

  I’m praying it’s my pixie.

  Two cups and three smokes later, I no longer matter in this equation. I peer into the bedroom only to find them in the exact position I left them in. Clearing my throat, I make a crucial mistake and alert Kaci to my presence.

  She quickly pops up off the bed like nothing is wrong with her. Her five-two, slight frame is nothing compared to me. I’m not a big guy. I’m five-ten, but I’m stocky and built. I could easily toss her over my shoulder and be done with this, but I’m too curious as to what she has to say.

  “Raniero.”

  Oh, shit. Really?

  “Hope,” I counter with a devilish smirk. “You are feisty this morning.”

  Her hands slip under the enormously baggy pajama bottoms, and she pulls them down just enough to reveal the strap-on. Although it looks somewhat ridiculous on her emaciated body, the point annunciates clearly. At times, I’m still her bitch. It’s been a long while though as I feel the bubbles of anxiety rising in my gut.

  “Get your motherfucking clothes off and go make her come because I can’t.”

  I furrow my brow at her problem, wanting to help her fix it. “Why not?”

  I fear a medical issue may be in the mix when Jaid chimes in, “Because my body is being difficult. It always is when it’s that time.”

  Oh, joy.

  This will be fun.

  I do mean that—I'm not an ass. I love a good red glove, and since Kaci’s hysterectomy, it’s a lost cause. Blood is always a good time. I rip my shirt off and boast, “Let the professional handle this…”

  “That implies Kaci isn’t,” Jaid rebukes, further proving her difficult attitude.

  “He’s right,” Kaci says with authority. “He’s a much more skilled lover than I ever was.”

  Jaid frowns. “You realize though I’m not turned on by you though, right?”

  In unison, Kaci and I both say, “Yes, you are.”

  We celebrate with a high-five and a kiss as I undo my jeans and drop onto the bed between her legs. “Loosen up.”

  “I don’t want to.”

  “Because Kaci is here?” I softly ask.

  “No,” she shakes her head. “Because you are.”

  “Spread them,” Kaci reprimands with a point of her finger before popping a piece of bubble gum into her mouth. “I’m going to get lube for that fantastic ass.”

  A look of concern washes over Jaid’s face as the door closes. “She’s going to fuck you.”

  “Ya,” I say, ruffling her tuft of hair. “She is.”

  “Is this normal for you two?”

  “Nah,” I reply, slipping a finger between her lips. “Typically, it’s on more of a grand scale in a dungeon. She used to be a little sadist.”

  “You’re going to let her do this?”

  I smirk. “Absolutely. Kace knows what I need.”

  “Nothing like a good ass fucking to get your Friday morning started,” she chafes with her slightly southern twang. “You are a real piece of work, Sal.”

  Unable to hold back, I chuckle as Kaci bops into the room. “Why the hell are you not doing what I told you!”

  From behind me, I feel her pull my belt from the loops. “Please be careful.”

  “Don’t tell me what to do!” Kaci sasses off.

  There is a time to allow her brief return to her former self and a point at which I need to pull rank. I give a harsh stare. “Don’t be careful with my ass,” I gently remind. “Be careful with yourself. You bruise far too easily for any accidents.”

  “I know what the fuck I am doing, Pretty Boy.”

  But you don’t know what the scent of Jaid’s pussy is doing to me.

  “Get those dang jeans off your body,” Kaci requests, puffing on her pipe full of ganja. “And take this,” she demands. I do as she asks and take a deep hit.

  I’m not sure what kind of breakfast this is, but maybe I should indulge all of it more often. Forget running five miles; I’ll take a pegging and pot over eggs and bacon.

  I swiftly move onto the bed and push my lips against Jaid’s mouth. Without question, she takes the shotgun like a champ. “Now, calm the fuck down, girl.”

  What I didn’t see coming was the intoxicating kiss after she exhales. We hadn’t tongue lapped in months, and I swear, if she gripped my cock at that moment, I would have iced all over her hand instantly.

  Jaid is the kind of girl I could make out with for hours as she enjoys the idea of following. I imagine she would be an incredible “dance” partner as well as she seems to defer with
out question of me.

  With our mouths consuming the other, I continue to wonder if I’m the only one she is like this for or does she readily take the smaller role. I nibble and swish my tongue across her bottom pout as I feel her body loosen beneath me.

  I can hear the flick of the lighter as Jaid whispers, “Make love to me, Sal.”

  Knowing what she wants – what I want – I quietly mouth back, “I can’t.”

  Her eyes close as I coast down her body and do my best to fulfill the request without the act. I can do many things, but I’m reasonably sure I cannot fuck another girl in front of Kaci like we once did. There is too much at stake, and we have too little time left to be quibbling over petty emotional jealousies which are bound to surface.

  I engulf her nipple, sucking it gently as my fingers tweak the other and I feel her body lift up to beckon me.

  God, what I wouldn’t give to be in this girl right now.

  The thought rears its ugly head with a pang of guilt, but I suppress the pain as I arrive between her thighs. I ease into the moves, letting my tongue kiss her clit as it did with her tongue. We are in no rush. And I know I will make her come because of one reason alone—her crush on me.

  It is rare for me to have a crush on a girl. I like a lot of girls. I even love some of them. But crush implies a specific weakness, and I have a crush on Jaid Chambers. I would do stupid things for this girl. Make bad decisions.

  Briefly, I quietly question if my latest assignment of Iris Kettles is a crush. No, she’s a fucking obsession and a dangerous one at that. And if I didn’t think that already by her merit, I would think that by Kaci’s insistence that Iris is my one.

  The instructions have been presented time and again. After Kaci passes, I’m to run to Hennessey Bindel for a few weeks, then head to Dominic Gennaro’s in New Orleans for serious recovery, and get back to work on securing my one asset. The problem therein is Iris Kettles has zero clue she is my assignment.

  I’m not sure – aside from Jaid being my silent partner – how we figure into the complete flowchart, but I know we do. She knows it, too. Her fingers drift into my curls, with a pull ever so slight. I slide a single finger against her opening, teasing and believing that I can do this with my wife right there.

  If the elephant – crab – between us didn’t exist, this would be easy. But it’s there. And no matter what I think or feel or do or share, it is always there. My self-pity party ends fast as Kaci slides her fingers against my ass.

  Holy. Fuck.

  My body tenses as I grip onto Jaid’s hips hard and shove my tongue deep into her hollow. I know Kaci is serious. She went and got the good lube for one. And for two, she wouldn’t have been wearing her custom-made teal dick for anyone else but me.

  The nightmare is in knowing this will likely be the last time she does it. And when that thought hits my heart, I cry.

  I’m sobbing and slithering my tongue against this girl that Kaci trusts enough to help hold me up. That is why they made up—me—not because Kaci is departing and needed to make amends.

  Kaci has always been a hell of a Mistress. She foresees the future moves and how they will play out and that is why we have so many stops in place after her demise. Go here. Do this. Go there. Do that. She understands my inner workings well enough to know; if given my druthers, I will end up at the bottom of a whiskey barrel. No doubt with my dick buried in numerous girls who are not worthy of her most significant production—her creation of one badass motherfucker—me.

  If she tells me to seek refuge in Jaid’s sanctuary, I will. And if she insists Iris should be mine, I will listen one final time because I wouldn’t be here without Kaci, and I owe her that much respect.

  The simple facts serve as reminders for a life I do not want which leads my thoughts back to the smells of fish and the taste of Tai on my lips. I have worked my ass off to get to this point, and I will be damned if I fail now.

  With my tongue working magic against Jaid’s clit, I feel Kaci position herself and nudge my back entrance. Here we go. What can I say? I like my ass fucked by a hot chic. Or Dom. But that was just once. Okay, maybe twice.

  So what…

  Good sex is good sex. And I long ago dropped gender barriers. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and some guys were the apple of mine, but I had no desire to try and form some romance with one. I didn’t swing that way romantically, but sexually, I was like opening day at the ballpark.

  Bring what you got, babes.

  “You ready, Raniero?”

  The pop of her hand to my ass comes on unexpected as I sail into a subspace high. It’s a good place, and I haven’t been here in months, but as the endorphins kick in, I know this is a drug I have missed.

  In my slightly inebriated state, I loosen everything up and take her strong thrust like riding a bike. My kisses against Jaid’s mound turn sweeter and more robust as I push my fingers deep inside of her sticky wetness. I’ll be covered in blood and come by the end of this. And really, what more could a deviant boy like myself want for breakfast?

  This was a smorgasbord of our kink and teachings all rolled into one as we united with one mission—saving ourselves from the fallout. Kaci saw to it to bring this trio together to make it okay for Jaid and me to mess around again.

  Last time, we didn’t fare so well.

  In fact, we had an epic meltdown of mammoth proportion.

  “You cannot be screwing around with her!” Kaci stormed from room to room, slamming every door and drawer imaginable. “Anyone but her, Sal!”

  Not ever one to give up, I chased her down with my rallying cries, “Why?”

  “Just never again,” she scolded with a stomp.

  “Tell me why!” I roared as my hands braced on her arms.

  She looked away, searching for an acceptable, rational answer for her utterly irritational behavior. “Because she was my girlfriend for almost four years!”

  Ashamed to admit it as my face buries between the ex’s thighs, but Kaci has damn good taste. Still, I’m no closer to understanding why they broke up and what the secret ache was between them, but with Kaci fucking my ass, my research on the matter could wait for a bit.

  With my tongue and lips running laps around Jaid’s delicious bud and my fingers driving into her like I’m searching – digging – for the rare, precious gem, I find enlightenment. We push further—harder. Forgetting who we are and what is to come.

  The only thing that matters is at this moment. It is pivotal. An integral piece of the puzzle that serves as a buoy in the choppy waters of an unknown future. We have been paralyzed for so long by what we don’t know. We have accepted the fate – Kaci will no longer be here – but we do not know when that departure will be. And that waiting kills any hope of our intimacy.

  The wait is a savage, treacherous beast, destroying our emotions long before the virulent intruders force her physical surrender. It is a maniacal ride, thrashing and jarring us to and fro with whip-like lashes that contain metal spikes that tear us apart.

  We are bleeding.

  Not from cancer.

  But the waiting.

  I could stand up and say fuck you, but words do nothing to combat the issue. These syllables become meaningless in the transcription of our love, so I singularly decide to implement a new strategy. I will let my actions onto the battlefield. They won’t win, but nothing will lead us to victory.

  Kaci’s future is determined, but mine is not. She gets the glory of checking out while I get to clean up the massacre of the spinning strikes. With my action plan, I know at least I tried. I know I didn’t pace in circles, staring at the clock and waiting for the inevitable.

  I need to fuck.

  A real fuck—a damn wet, wanting hole for my hard, demanding demon.

  I close my eyes as the quiescent prayer emerges in my soul. I know what must be done. And it may not be pretty or nice or even right, but I don’t care in our war zone. I’m relentless in my ruthless, rebellious love, and the lashes won
’t take everything because I will not allow it.

  I’m a badass motherfucker.

  Despite how incredible Kaci’s moves feel in my ass, I brace for the impact of my uprising. This won’t be gentle on any of us. The worst part – and I hate to admit this – is I have to relinquish this gorgeous pussy spread before me.

  I want to fuck Jaid.

  I add it to my growing list of life goals as I tear the actions from the words and become my own goddamned savior. I reach behind me and cup Kaci’s weak ass in my hand as I give a dedicated push backward with my thighs. She bounces out of me as I lift up and swiftly turn around.

  “What the fuck, Raniero?”

  “Shut up, Hope,” I demand as my lips collide into hers and I pick her up in my arms. I don’t give her an opportunity to fight me as my kiss silences her.

  On the bed, I spot Jaid, biting her lip. Her eyes glass over with an adoring gaze. “Holy shit…” She blinks at me like I’m the superhero of romance and meekly whispers, “Should I go?”

  Letting my lips fall from Kaci, I toss her on the bed and rip off the harness. I crawl on top of her, but before I make my next move, I give a passionate stare to Jaid. “No. Don’t go…” I lean forward slightly as Kaci remains trapped underneath me. Picking up on my cues, Jaid pummels her lips into mine as I thrust my cock into Kaci.

  “Jesus, Sal…” Kaci moans from beneath me as her erratic breathing portrays the angst of our love. She never expected me to switch so suddenly, so drastically. “Fuck me, baby…”

  I didn’t plan on fucking my wife and making out with Jaid for breakfast, but why the hell not?

  I’m the ruler of this motherfucking kingdom known as my life.

  Her lips soothe against mine as I know they say more about the future than what I can stand to hear. She will be here for me. She will hold me when I cry. She will swallow my jiz and never complain. She will be my rock in the storm. The hurricane of Kaci’s loss will be violent, and Jaid earns new respect from me. She must be brave if she wants to handle me because I like to ricochet and swirl with a torrent of hate.