Destiny Calls

by Samantha Wayland

  But she knew one thing for certain. She trusted them. It wasn"t enough to make her believe in forever, but it was enough to make her want to take it a little further and see what happened.

  They might have given her a reprieve last night, but she planned on keeping them up half the night tonight. Her body, every quivering nerve ending within it, demanded she find satisfaction.

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  That her soul cried out equally as loud with the need to be near them wasn"t something she was prepared to share with them. But her body? That she could do.

  “Boys,” she called after she"d walked past them and up the back steps, “if you two are done giving the neighbors a show, I"m hungry. And I"m not planning on sating my hunger in the driveway.”

  For a moment, Brandon looked around for their audience, his expression concerned. Patrick only smiled and shoved him after her and toward the house.

  Someone was feeling as impatient as she was.

  Oh goody.

  Brandon stood in the middle of Patrick"s bedroom and tried to rein in his rioting needs. Christ, they were so beautiful and he was completely in love with both of them.

  Yanking his shirt over his head, he tossed it into the corner where Farley curled up on his bed and let out a long-suffering sigh. He apparently knew where this was going to lead.

  A slow smile stretched across Brandon"s face. He knew just where it was going to lead, too. Wherever the hell he took them. He was no longer going to let things happen to him. He was going to make things happen. He was going to make love to his best friends.

  Looking over his shoulder at Destiny, he shared his smile with her. She looked nervous, like she might still bolt, but there was something else there too. He was prepared to go slowly with her, to gentle her into the notion that they were sticking with her come hell or high water. But when she shucked her coat and continued to hold his gaze, he felt a surge of hope. She appeared to be throwing herself into it without the need for any of his planned persuasions.

  Her eyes slid to Patrick, then returned to him, holding him captive. He saw a flash of something warm and good. Something happy.

  Was she starting to understand how lucky the three of them truly were?

  He was going to prove to her tonight and every night going forward just how lucky she could be.

  He turned his gaze to Patrick. His friend didn"t know it yet, but Brandon had plans for him too. He"d determined he was going to make this work and part of that was showing and sharing everything he wanted to do, feel and have in bed with his lovers.

  He took a steadying breath. He wanted it all now but wasn"t going to rush Patrick into it, since he was essentially a virgin.

  Patrick raised an eyebrow at his huge grin.

  Destiny came up behind Brandon and wrapped her arms around his ribs, her hands cupping his pecs and pulling him back against her breasts. She moaned, rubbing against him. Her heels made her taller, granting her more access. He hummed his 169

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  approval when her lips latched onto his sensitive neck and started to suck, but he never looked away from Patrick.

  Patrick froze like a deer in headlights, his fingers picking at the buttons of his shirt.

  He"d been about to take it off, but their staring contest had stalled him. Patrick"s gaze occasionally drifted to watch Destiny working along his neck, her palms rubbing his nipples to hard points, then would return to lock eyes with him again.

  Destiny worked her way up to his ear, her teeth nipping at the lobe. He felt more than saw her lift her head and look at Patrick, felt more than heard her soft chuckle.

  Her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke into his ear to ensure Patrick couldn"t hear her. “Does he know you"re not always a bottom, my switchy friend?” Even he knew his grin was wolfish. “No. I don"t think he does,” he replied in a normal, clear voice.

  Patrick looked at them questioningly.

  Destiny gave a full, throaty chuckle. “Shall we begin?” God, she was the sexiest woman he"d ever known. Turning, he pulled her flush against him and captured her lips.

  His tongue plunged into her mouth and she moaned, meeting his desire with equal measure. The floorboards shifted beneath his feet, then Patrick was plastered against his back, pressing him between them, his hands tugging at Destiny"s blouse.

  Brandon"s head swam with the desire roaring through him, his blood pouring south to his soon-to-be painful erection. He could barely control the roll of his hips against his lovers as his hands joined Patrick"s in their quest to divest Destiny of her clothing.

  She tore her lips from his with a gasp and stepped away, smiling her Mona Lisa smile as her skirt fell to the floor and she kicked it across the room. Patrick"s chin rested heavily on Brandon"s shoulder as they both stared down the length of her long, stocking-clad legs at the leopard print heels she"d left on.

  He didn"t feel Patrick"s arm move until his large palm cupped his erection inside the tight confines of his clothes. He ground his ass back against Patrick"s cock and groaned.

  Patrick chuckled in his ear. “Brandon,” he said slowly, his rough voice sending shivers across Brandon"s skin, “I want you to—”

  Spinning, Brandon locked his mouth over Patrick"s, grasping his arms with his hands. No way Brandon was going to let Patrick finish the thought. Not out loud, at least.

  Tonight, Patrick was going to learn how it worked when he wasn"t in charge. Not that he didn"t love it when Patrick led the way, Brandon thought as he worked his lips over Patrick"s, stealing his tongue into every corner of his lover"s mouth. But tonight he was going to be the one to lead Patrick and Destiny to the edge of reason.

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  Destiny wrapped herself around Brandon, her breath hot on his neck as her fingers worked their way between their bodies and she unbuttoned first his pants, then Patrick"s.

  When she reached for his fly, he and Patrick shoved away from each other. Not that he wasn"t desperate to feel her long fingers wrapped around his cock—good fucking lord was he ever desperate—but in their current condition, he and Patrick had to take care of their zippers themselves or risk being maimed.

  Destiny just laughed as she turned away, her ass swaying as she sashayed across the bedroom in her heels. He didn"t think he or Patrick had ever shucked their clothes faster. She climbed onto the bed, crawling on all fours toward the head of the bed. He could see in her face the absolute knowledge that their entire world had narrowed to a field of focus the width of her perfect, sassy ass.

  Brandon lunged for the bed, his hand gripping her calf and pulling her knee out from under her with sharp yank.

  She went down with a squeal, landing in the soft pillows at the head of the bed and rolling onto her back quickly, ready for his next attack. The three of them had been wrestling for fun, for sport, for access to the remote control, for years. She knew all his tricks.

  The smile in her eyes told him she was looking forward to him trying each and every one of them.

  The smile fled, replaced by wide-eyed alarm a moment before Patrick"s weight crashed into Brandon, lifting them both up and throwing them onto the bed beside Destiny. With a bone-crushing whoosh of air from his lungs, Patrick landed on top of him, smashing his face into the pillows and using the bounce of the mattress to spring over to Destiny, caging her with his hands and knees.

  Sneaky bastard, Brandon thought with a laugh, rolling to lie beside Destiny. Patrick looked at him, his smile smug.

  His heart dipped. His eyes going to Destiny"s glowing face, his pulse racing as her laughter joined theirs.

  It was perfect.

  Moving in fast, he cut off Patrick"s laughter with another wild kiss. Their tongues danced as he pushed himself to kneel beside Patrick, his arms banding around his torso forcing Patrick to rise above Destiny, his knees caging her ribs. The moment his hips canted forward, Destiny slid down the bed.

  Breaking the kiss, they looked down a
nd watched her wriggle across the duvet until her mouth hovered at the end of Patrick"s cock. Patrick"s body went rigid as he held his breath. Destiny lifted her big brown eyes and looked right into Brandon"s soul as she opened her lips and sucked Patrick into the hot depths of her mouth.

  “Fuck!” Patrick panted, his breathing hardly more than a gasp as Destiny"s cheeks hollowed out around him.

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  Brandon could imagine the tight, sucking tension of her mouth and felt his balls tingle. Shit, he was ready to burst and he wasn"t the one getting the fucking blowjob. He remembered his goal for the evening and felt some of his self-control return. Leaning close, he decided to up the ante for Patrick.

  He nuzzled his lover"s ears, letting his breath tickle the fine hairs on his neck, his teeth nipping at the soft tissue of his lobe. Then he whispered, “I love you,” into his ear.

  Patrick"s head whipped around, his deep blue eyes wide. His cheeks glowed pink, his lips swollen red. He"d never been more beautiful. The look he sent Brandon spoke volumes. Shock, need, hope. Love.

  He thrust a hand into Brandon"s hair and pulled him in for another soul-shattering kiss. God, how he enjoyed Patrick"s ferocious affection. His love.

  He pulled away and smiled at his best friend and let him see it was real. Patrick looked desperate to believe it, opening his mouth to say something in return. When only a harsh grunt spilled up from his chest, Brandon looked down to see Destiny smiling up at them, her teeth testing the ridge surrounding the plump crown of Patrick"s cock.

  Patrick fell forward, bracing himself with his elbows locked and white knuckles wrapped around the headboard. He held himself perfectly still and let Destiny do as she wished. Brandon could watch the looks on both their faces all night, but he had other plans and a limited amount of control left to him. He was, after all, only human.

  Reaching over the side of the bed, he slid open the bedside table and pulled out the lube. Patrick"s eyes were screwed shut, the pleasure so intense he looked to be in agony.

  Destiny released his cock with a pop and began to work Patrick with one hand, her tongue swiping across the velvety head, gathering up the pre-cum steadily leaking. She glanced at the lube in Brandon"s hand and back at him, her smirk asking the obvious question.

  He shook his head and winked. He almost chuckled at her confusion. When Patrick started to sit up, to open his eyes, she immediately went back to sucking his cock in earnest.

  She had no idea what he had in mind, but god love her, she seemed more than happy to act as a distraction while he got it done.

  Brandon crawled down the bed and behind Patrick. With a gentle nudge, he spread Destiny"s legs and knelt between them. Unable to resist the bounty that lay before him, he ran a hand down Patrick back, smiling at his friend"s long groan, and watched fascinated as the muscles in his back rippled with the sway of his hips. Patrick had let go his rigid restraint and was fucking Destiny"s mouth slowly.

  Brandon wished he could see the long slide of Patrick"s cock between her lips but wasn"t willing to relinquish the promise of pleasure that lay before him. With shaking hands, he lifted Destiny"s knees, shoving as many pillows as he could reach beneath her hips. With a hardly a thought to slow down, he slipped his cock into her warm, tight pussy.

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  Her moan was muffled by Patrick"s cock, but heartfelt nonetheless. Holy Mary, Mother of God, she was so wet. So hot and ready.

  His hips bucked and thrust, plunging himself deeper into her welcoming heat.

  Her long groans of pleasure had Patrick muttering his own exaltations to various religious icons. Brandon tried to collect his thoughts, tried to hold still, but Destiny"s hips were thrashing in his hands, her every movement a silent plea for him to move.

  Shifting, he rested his face against Patrick"s back and started to work his cock in and out of her tight sheath. Christ, she felt incredible. He thought he might die of pleasure and relief. He thought he might never get to taste her passion again.

  She lifted her body to his, allowing him to change the angle, go deeper and sit up further to pull back from Patrick. Her hips thrashed harder. He heard her gasp as she pulled off Patrick. “Brandon, please!”

  He smiled. Soon they"d all have what they wanted, but first he needed her help.

  Grabbing her hand from where it clenched Patrick"s ass, he reached for the lube and doused her index finger to the third knuckle, hoping like hell she"d get the hint. Not only did he not want to tip his hand to Patrick, but he wasn"t sure he had enough of a command over his body to actually speak anyway.

  Destiny, bless her adventuresome heart, understood perfectly. She shoved at Patrick"s ass, forcing him higher so that Brandon got his wish and could witness Patrick"s lovely huge cock fucking her mouth. As if that wasn"t enough visual stimulation to overload his system, he stared wide-eyed as she circled the tight knot of Patrick"s anus, then eased her finger into the hot depths beyond.

  Patrick threw back his head and bellowed his pleasure.

  His balls were drawn up tight to his body. He"d been close before Destiny had shoved her finger in his ass. Now he was right there.

  His hips kicked harder and he forced himself to slow down. With absolute trust, Destiny was allowing him to fuck her mouth without a hand to guide or block him. One was now firmly seated in his body and the other wrapped around his thigh.

  She sucked harder and he moaned louder. She worked him in time to the rocking of her body, the force of Brandon"s thrusts moving her back and forth beneath him. He wished desperately he had eyes in the back of his head so he could watch Brandon"s cock moving in and out of her.

  Of course, if he had eyes in the back of his head, he might have seen what was coming. Instead, he learned of Brandon"s intent when another lube-cooled fingertip tickled along the sensitive entrance to his ass. Instinct made him try to sit up, but Brandon"s other hand held him still while his thick digit worked his way in next to Destiny"s more slender finger.

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  “Fuck, yes!” he roared, his mind spinning with the sensations tearing at his body.

  There was a moment, a pinch as Brandon went deeper, thrust further, but then there was nothing but pure fucking pleasure.

  Both fingers held still, no doubt in an attempt to let him get used to the invasion. A low growl surged up from his chest. Only barely conscious enough to be mindful of Destiny"s teeth and gag reflex, he forced his ass back onto their fingers before surging forward into her mouth once more.

  Patrick thought he might be losing his mind. Pain, pleasure, need, love, lust and sex crashed over him. Brandon"s hand on his hip gripped hard enough to leave bruises, but let him know how hard and fast Brandon was fucking Destiny. As hard and fast as he was fucking her mouth, as both his lovers were fucking his ass with their fingers.

  He forced his orgasm back, ruthlessly ignoring the lightning storm brewing in his balls. Sweat broke out across his body when his lovers" fingers began to move, separating, stretching him to the razor-thin edge of pain, then plunging and retreating in tandem once more. His hands fisted, tightening to the point of pain to give him focus.

  He wanted to feel it. To remember it.

  Brandon loved him. Destiny did, too, though she wasn"t ready to admit what it meant. And goddamn it, he loved them both so much it made his heart hurt.

  He might have told them both so if at that moment Brandon hadn"t stretched him wide, making him teeter on the brink of pain before letting go. Only, instead of simple retreat, he thrust another finger into Patrick, leaving him stretched. Open.

  His back arched, his hips jerking to a rhythm he couldn"t control. The fire that had been fighting for release rose up, on the cusp of explosion when Destiny turned her finger and rubbed, long and hard along his prostate.

  Patrick threw his head back and howled. Never in his life had he made a noise like that in bed or out, but it was only sane response to the
ecstasy engulfing his entire being. Hot surges roared from his cock to be caught in Destiny"s soft mouth, his ass clenching tight around the banquet of texture and feelings he"d only just discovered.

  Destiny turned her head, inhaling a deep breath as the last of his release painted her face, then she too fell, arching beneath him and shouting his and Brandon"s names.

  And finally Brandon. His fingers digging into Patrick"s hip, his mouth open in gasping relief against the small of Patrick"s back as his entire body shook with the spasms consuming him.

  For a moment, no one moved except to drag air into their lungs, letting the echoing reminders of their shared ecstasy linger in the air around them. Then as one, they collapsed.

  Replete.

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  Chapter Sixteen

  Hypervigilance was exhausting.

  Of course, Patrick mused as he wandered the aisle of the grocery store trying to remember what the hell he was supposed to buy, a long night of mind-boggling sex probably didn"t help either. But boy, it was worth it.

  Wow, he couldn"t wait to get home to his lovers.

  It had been a long day spent worrying about Destiny. And Brandon, whenever he was out of sight. He"d had to force himself not to follow Bran into the men"s room, for Christ"s sake.

  He wouldn"t have been able to relax at all if he didn"t believe Destiny would be safe tucked into her fancy high-rise at work. They"d put her company and building security on alert, much to her horror, and it had been a fairly safe building to begin with.

  Even with that in place, they"d also reached out to their friend Chance McCormick and hired one of his McCormick Security guys to watch the building. Destiny would be pissed if she knew, but neither Brandon nor he would have been able to work without knowing there was someone more than the rent-a-cop in the lobby, the 110 pound receptionist and Destiny"s prig of a boss available to act should something happen. If there was even a whiff of trouble, there would be a well-trained armed guard on Destiny within seconds.