He grinned back at her. “Me, too.”
“I"m still scared,” she confessed softly.
“That"s okay, baby, we"ll figure it out,” he said gently, squeezing her hand. “Just don"t run.”
She patted his hand with her own. “I said I was still scared, Bran. Not still stupid.
You couldn"t get me to leave you two with four sticks of dynamite and a crowbar.” He believed her.
“Anyway,” Destiny continued, “it"s not like I"m going to leave the raising of our children to the two of you alone. Jesus. They"ll need a woman for some balance. And sanity.”
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That pronouncement was met with absolute silence. The only sound in Brandon"s world was the hard beat of his heart. The only sight the small smile on Destiny"s lips.
Brandon looked at Patrick, who stared back wide-eyed.
Love. Home. Children. All his dreams wrapped up in the two people he"d loved since childhood.
His heart thundered with excitement at what they would find together. His eyes roved over familiar, beautiful faces he would spend his life memorizing, though he already knew them better than his own.
Patrick shut off the water and turned back to the table, stopping and raising his eyebrows when he caught Brandon taking in his body, the thick evidence of Patrick"s arousal traced in worn denim.
“What?” Patrick asked, self-consciously.
“I love you.”
Destiny"s hand squeezed his, her smile wide. God, why hadn"t he said it before?
Not yelled it, hidden from it, whispered, dismissed and denied it. But just said it?
Patrick"s smile and the heat in his eyes made the fit of Brandon"s pants a lot less comfortable.
Destiny hummed her appreciation. He turned to her. “I love you too.” Her warm brown eyes twinkled. “I know.”
Movement brought their gazes back to Patrick, who was busy shucking his shirt and tossing it onto the counter. The moment all that broad, muscled chest came into view, more blood pumped into Brandon"s already-hard cock. Fuck, he wanted this man to the point of distraction.
And he could have him. Now. Forever. Whenever the mood struck.
God, how would he ever get used to that? Though, it sure was going to be fun trying.
Patrick sauntered toward the door to the hallway, smiling over his shoulder, his damn dimple winking at them.
“I love you both,” Patrick said as he disappeared around the corner. As soon as he was out of sight, he called back to them, “And the first one to join me in the bedroom gets the best head of their lives.”
Patrick"s laughter echoed in the hallway while Brandon and Destiny leaped to their feet. They reached the kitchen door at the same time and his little minx hip checked him, hard, so that he crashed into the door frame while she slipped ahead.
Laughing, he chased her down the hall as she squealed in delight and charged up the stairs. He seriously considered grabbing one of her ankles, so easy to do as she stayed a few steps ahead of him, but he worried she"d get hurt when she went down, even on the soft carpet. If it had been Patrick, he would have tackled him to the floor, gladly, but while Destiny could give as good as she got, he and Patrick still pulled a few of their punches with her.
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Of course, they"d never tell her that unless they wanted to get socked in the nose.
As she hooked an arm around the banister to bang the corner and sprint down the last length of upstairs hall, he kept up his chase, giving her cause for concern, but knowing in his heart that he was letting her win.
Let her have Patrick"s beloved mouth on her sweet pussy.
Brandon had other plans that might be well served by such a distraction.
Laughing, her face hot from the race up the stairs and the thrill of the chase, Destiny flew through the bedroom door and stumbled to an open-mouthed stop.
Patrick stood before her, gloriously naked, holding a black butt plug in one hand and the bottle of lubricant in the other. Damn.
She wouldn"t have thought admitting she"d been in love with him for most of her life would make such a difference, but it did. It all felt different. Better.
More real.
He quirked an eyebrow at her, his look sending a shiver down her back. She"d purchased that plug on the way back from the office and had hidden it well with the full intention of using it with him that very night.
Stammering for an excuse for her purchase, she took a step back and came up against Brandon. When had he taken all his clothes off? And why wasn"t she naked too, damn it?
Patrick looked at the plug and then back at her, his lips pursed. She was so busted.
He knew exactly what she"d had in mind. His smoldering look told her she was going to love her punishment. When his eyes flickered to Brandon and back, she also knew she needn"t have bothered with her shopping spree in any case. He was ready.
Not that I regret buying the damn thing, she thought as the fire of arousal blazed through her body, her labia swelling, her thighs damp.
She was desperate for their touch. Desperate to feel their skin sliding along hers, to hear their hearts beating and taste the salt of their skin. She wanted to experience everything they"d ever done all over again, as if for the first time. Because now they belonged to her. Forever.
Brandon began unbuttoning her blouse, his long fingers skimmed over her skin, sending little electric charges over every inch of her. His lips nuzzled behind her ears and her toes curled into the floor. Already he could read her responses like a book, each caress designed to make her breathless with need. Nothing, though, compared to the heady rush that came with his quietly murmured “I love you” in her ear.
She looked at Patrick and his slow smile made her knees wobble. They almost gave out when his low voice called to her. “Come here, Kitten.” More like come now, she thought as her body clenched. One flick of her clit and she might shatter into a thousand tiny pieces.
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She wanted that. And she wanted her men going over the edge with her when it happened.
Pretending an ease she didn"t feel, she sauntered closer to Patrick, biting her lower lip and drawing his eyes to her mouth. She"d almost reached him when she turned abruptly and climbed onto the bed. She was trying to buy some time to collect herself, but Patrick wasn"t having it.
With a hand on each ankle, he flipped her over onto her back, her body stretched across the wide bed. Propped up on her elbows, she watched Patrick throw his goodies on the mattress and crawl toward her, all sleek muscle and brawn. He might call her Kitten, but right now he was the one that looked like a great big cat.
Smiling at her imagination, she was caught off guard when he thrust his hands under her butt cheeks, lifted her and proceeded to make good on his promise to give her the best head of her life. With a nibble and growl, he licked every inch of her labia, every tingling fold and crease, before settling down on her clit.
Christ. What was he doing? The hard edge of his teeth traveled, time and again, along both sides of the hood protecting her clit. He wasn"t quite biting down, but he wasn"t being entirely gentle either. When she was sure she couldn"t take it any longer, he switched to nipping down one side of her swollen folds and up the other. The points of his eye teeth made her squirm. Moan.
Certain the top of her head would soon blow off, she fought to keep her eyes open, watching Patrick, watching Brandon stroke himself while he stood to one side and took it all in. The light in his eyes as they traced over her body, heating further as they skimmed over Patrick"s upturned ass, was mesmerizing.
She whimpered when Patrick yanked his hands from beneath her bottom and pushed her legs higher to make sure he had all the access he needed. All the access she wanted. She floated on a wave of sexual ecstasy, happy to ride along wherever Patrick took her. He continued his assault of tongue and teeth, pausing now and then to suck on various sensitive spots until s
he was sure she was going to have the weirdest hickies ever.
She tried not to be distracted by his hand wrapping around the black plug or the snap of the lubricant cap opening, but her legs trembled. The wave crested higher.
Reaching frantically, she grabbed as many pillows as she could and shoved them behind her head, falling back on them so that her arms were free to grab at Patrick, her fingers fisting in his hair as he continued to torment her with his mouth.
The cold press of his fingertips was the only warning before he slid two fingers into her ass and started working her muscles, easing them quickly. Relief coursed through her. She welcomed the invasion and opened to him. Ready. Needy. The additional sensations lifting her higher. She turned her head, groaning when she saw how Brandon stared at her ass, transfixed by what Patrick was doing to her.
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Patrick wasted no time, withdrawing his fingers, coating and filling her with more lube. She missed the stretch, the fullness of his fingers in her ass, even as her body hummed in anticipation of more.
She didn"t protest his fingers" departure until he lifted his mouth away from her.
“No!” she cried, her fingers holding tighter to his hair, desperate for him not to abandon her. She thought she"d die if he or Brandon weren"t touching her somewhere, somehow.
“Ouch,” he murmured, her guilt assuaged by his warm chuckle and the string of kisses down her thigh. She loosened her fists marginally. “Let go, Kitten. I promise you"ll be glad.”
Goose bumps roared over her skin. Christ. How did his voice get so sexy like that?
She looked at Brandon, who stared back unblinking, his face flushed, his vision still locked on whatever Patrick was doing behind one of her legs.
Soon the cool, smooth head of the lubricated butt plug pressed against her anus.
Oh, yes. She"d forgive Patrick abandoning her pussy for this.
Sighing, she closed her eyes and relaxed every muscle in her body. She was pretty sure her meditation and yoga coach hadn"t had this in mind, but good god, it worked just fine.
Brandon and Patrick groaned as long and as loud as she did as Patrick eased the plug in, their combined voices ending with a shared gasp, her body jolting when the tight ring of sphincter muscles went from fully stretched to clamped down around the neck, locking the considerable shaft in and the anchor out.
Yes, that’s better, she thought with a smile. The burn was exquisite. She wanted to laugh with the unbridled joy coursing through her veins.
“Fuck, Kitten, that was hot.” Patrick growled, his cheeks pink and his breath short.
He was telling her?
He began working her clit with his finger, flicking it relentlessly. She moaned, arching beneath his touch, begging for more of his attention as the next wave lifted her higher still. She couldn"t stop the roll of her hips, the force grinding the plug against her sensitive muscles, heightening her awareness of the heavy presence in her body.
She couldn"t wait until Patrick got to experience it himself. She watched the way Brandon stared at her stretched hole before turning his eyes to Patrick"s ass. So close.
They were so close.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind did Brandon crawl up behind Patrick on the bed, his beautiful face glowing with need as he reached out to steady himself by grasping Patrick"s raised hips.
She watched Patrick"s eyes go wide, transforming his face from erotic awe to nervous desire. She held her breath, her body quaking beneath his, and hoped.
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When Patrick"s lips curled into a slow, seductive smile just for her, her orgasm roared up and out, her ass clamping down on its invasion as she writhed against him.
He battered her clit with his fingers, pressing harder, faster, drawing out her pleasure.
Amazing as his touch and the burn in her ass was, it alone hadn"t sent her over. It was knowing what awaited him. The power of that intimacy.
And that the wait was over.
Patrick focused on keeping Destiny"s orgasm rolling through her for as long as he could while trying to ignore the wall of heat that was Brandon, only inches behind him.
Brandon"s hands stroked down the length of his back and Patrick"s fingers faltered, his ass clenching.
Shit. He wanted this. Destiny and Brandon had given him the space, prepped him as much as they could and let him decide. He"d never been more certain of anything.
Thinking about what was to come sent a thrill down his back in the wake of Brandon"s warm touch.
Hell, yes, tonight he was ready.
Looking at Brandon, he could see how much the wait had cost him. And still, there was only the question in his eyes, not a demand. Patrick gripped the lube in his fist and slapped it into Brandon"s palm.
“Do it, Cub, please. I want it. I want you.”
He hoped they"d all agree to ignore how high his voice had gone, particularly in contrast to the way he"d been growling at Destiny just moments before. Nerves. He was such a dork.
As if proving his own point, he jumped when hard thighs pressed against his a moment before Brandon tucked his cock into the valley of his ass and lay himself along his back.
“Are you sure? I can wait.”
“I can"t,” he replied bluntly. Just the feel of Brandon"s skin along his convinced him that he"d waited too long as it was. Turning his head, he rubbed his cheek along Bran"s.
“Please. This is what I want. With you.”
The look Brandon gave him sent blood surging into his cock. Shit, he shouldn"t have waited two weeks. Hell, he shouldn"t have waited twenty years.
But then, some things happen in their own time for a reason. Looking down at Destiny, spread like a goddess beneath him, he was beginning to understand how fucking lucky he was that things had unfolded as they had. If they"d stuck it out even one of those times they"d been “on again”, he"d never have known Brandon as anything but his friend. Never been his lover.
He"d never have known the joy to be had in his arms.
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Destiny"s pussy, making love to her with his mouth while using one hand to thrust the plug further into her sweet ass.
Her immediately and frantic response was an excellent distraction from what was happening to him, but there wasn"t a moment, no matter how fine her taste on his lips, or how loud her moans, that he wasn"t absolutely and acutely aware of Brandon and his actions.
And they"d accused him of having magic fingers?
Eyes crossed, he hummed against Destiny"s clit between his teeth, thrusting two fingers deep into her pussy to rub along her G-spot. Brandon"s second finger slipped into his ass readily enough and he too crooked his fingers and massaged the hard knot of Patrick"s prostrate.
His cock rocketed back to full hardness, pressing against Destiny"s calf. His hips twitched, beyond his control, desperate for relief from the building pressure.
Destiny"s fingers in his hair went from hard knots to gentle tugs upward.
“Patrick, come here,” she whispered, pulling him forward.
Brandon didn"t hesitate to follow, scissoring his fingers in Patrick"s flexing ass as he crawled up and over Destiny, his chest pressing her down into the mattress. He"d just thrust his tongue into her welcoming mouth when Brandon thrust a third finger into his ass.
Gasping, their kiss ended as the stretch turned to burn. He hovered above Destiny for a while, delighting in the sensations roaring through his body, even as his mind battled back his nerves. Once conquered, his body relaxed and there was only pleasure.
A whole fucking lot of it.
“God, Brandon, do it. I can"t wait much longer,” he begged.
His eyes popped open when Destiny"s long fingers wrapped around his cock. Was she trying to kill him? She looked bo
th surprised and amused. “Brandon, he"s as hard as a rock,” she said over his shoulder.
Brandon"s fingers stopped their torment. “Really?”
“What? Is that wrong?” he asked, exasperated. What did they expect?
Brandon"s fingers thrust deep, deeper still and spread. Patrick sucked air through his nose and bucked his hips to slide his shaft through the tunnel of Destiny"s fingers.
Destiny laughed. “I was worried you"d be too nervous to really enjoy it the first time. I should have had more faith.”
“Yeah, you should have,” he gasped. Brandon was being far less gentle now than before Destiny had announced his state of arousal. Christ. It was only making it worse.
Better.
A particularly intense stretch brought his head up, his back arched, his heart hammering.
Then he was empty.
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Ready. He needed this now.
The nervousness was gone. Forgotten. Patrick had never anticipated a single moment more in his life.
Brandon"s fingers clenched Patrick"s hips almost painfully as his swollen crown came to press against Patrick"s anus. Brandon stopped there, not pushing forward, not moving, while Patrick"s heart pounded in his ears and anticipation tightened every muscle in his body. Patrick wondered what possible sign he could offer to Brandon to make him move.
Unwilling to wait, he shoved himself back and forced Brandon"s cock through the resistance of tight muscles and nerves.
“Oh, fuck!” Brandon groaned, his hands convulsing on Patrick"s hips.
His mind spun as he tried to process what was happening. Brandon was in. In his body. Heat blasted through him, stealing his breath and his determination to rush onward. It wasn"t replaced by fear, though. It was replaced by so many overwhelming feelings, he could only hold himself still and experience each of them. He hoped to capture each in his memory, even as he knew they"d be lost to the blur of his emotions.
Most of all love. So much fucking love.
Destiny"s palms on his cheeks brought his focus back to her beautiful face beneath his. Their eyes locked, they said nothing.
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