by Jayne Rylon
“Get him naked. Someone. Anyone. Hurry.” She surprised him with her desperate plea.
“Don’t!” Dave barked at the same time Neil reached for the waistband of Dave’s sweats.
The crewmember didn’t hesitate. He worked the cotton beneath Dave’s ass then off his legs, despite the fact that Dave hadn’t allowed himself to roam his own home, part of a naturist resort, nude since the accident.
“Oh, Dave.” Devon knelt on the floor beside his chair. Her fingers wandered along the length of his disfigurement.
“Don’t touch it.” He tried to focus, but Kayla returned, sinking over his bare flesh, spreading her wetness on his aching shaft. They were torturing him, and he didn’t know if he wanted to survive. “I’m so weak. Lame.”
“When I look at this, I see how strong you were to fight through the pain. What the hell was all that for if you’re going to quit now?” James joined his mate in petting the wounded leg. Dave couldn’t feel their hands, but he imagined what such tender touches would have done to him.
His cock flexed, brushing Kayla’s belly.
She shifted, causing the chair to creak. Joe made sure it didn’t tip.
Kate, Morgan and Mike observed with eagle eyes.
“Put him inside me,” Kay ordered Neil.
“This isn’t smart.” Dave couldn’t bring himself to say no outright.
“But you want it as much as I do.” His wife rested her forehead on his.
“More. God, you have no idea how bad.” More squeaking followed in time to his trembling. He gripped the arms of the chair so hard he didn’t understand how they didn’t buckle. It was the only way he could keep himself from wrapping Kayla in his arms and begging her to keep him, injury and all, even though he knew how selfish that request would be, unfair to the woman he loved beyond measure.
“That’s all I need to know.” Long, gentle fingers cupped his cheeks and angled his face so he couldn’t help but observe the devotion in her eyes a moment before she settled her lips on his.
The unique taste of Kayla nourished him. Starving without her, he’d started to lose touch with sanity. After whetting his appetite with the sweet appetizer, he devoured her offering. Engrossed in their lip lock, he didn’t notice when she began to squirm, aligning her pussy with his steely erection.
Neil assisted her in taking Dave inside.
The moan he unleashed came straight from the pit of his belly. He’d abstained for months because he could never turn away from this. Knowing he might need to leave for her own good, he’d refused to bind himself tighter to her warmth. The ecstasy, the rightness and the comfort Kayla bestowed, as if her gifts were ordinary. Fuck that.
“Go slow,” Neil instructed Kayla. “I can see how tight you are around him. I can’t believe you’ve waited so long. Both of you.”
Mike stepped closer to Kayla’s side to see for himself. “I should have realized something was broken. I thought you just were avoiding the group, not your own wife too. Dumb bastard.”
Dave barely grunted when Mike smacked him upside the head. He deserved it. Besides, the light impact shoved him closer to his wife. She seated herself on him, taking him completely inside her, surrounding him with her light and love.
“Am I hurting you?” She broke their lip lock to pant out a status check. “There’s not a lot of room in here for how I want to ride you. It’s been way too long to take this slow.”
“Here, let us help.” Neil put his hands around Kayla’s waist. “Let him go just for a moment.”
She whimpered when he lifted her. The plump head of Dave’s cock locked in the ring of muscles at her entrance. A wail broke from her chest when he slipped free.
“I promise we’ll give him right back.” Neil kissed her cheek as he laid her on the bed. Mike and Joe each grabbed one of Dave’s arms, ducking under them as they had so many times over the past months. Neil and James each held one of his thighs, careful with his injured leg.
Together, his four best friends lifted him, raising him from the wheelchair and depositing him on the mattress where his immobility didn’t seem to matter so much. It’s not like he could have moved anyway, what with four women piling on top of him, hugging him, kissing him, petting him everywhere they could reach.
Kayla straddled his hips and guided him home once more. She didn’t stop until she’d fused them completely. And this time she had plenty of space to operate. Her hips rocked in a sensual arc that stroked all the most sensitive parts of his cock with the lush tissues of her pussy. Leaning forward, she assaulted his lips while she used him for her own pleasure.
He loved every second of her erotic torment.
Dave couldn’t last. Not with the brilliance of her energy blinding him to his worries and fears. He couldn’t restrain the desperate rapture creeping up inside him, bringing unwise hope with it. “Guys. Help her. Close. Fuck.”
They didn’t have to be asked twice. Insinuating themselves between their women, the crew guys focused on Kayla with every bit of intensity their wives applied to blowing his mind. They sucked on the silver rings in her nipples, smacked her ass in the playful way she adored, kissed trails up her spine, and he swore he felt someone’s hand nudging his balls as they teased her from behind.
It was too much. For Kayla as well as Dave. She ripped her mouth from his, sitting up to drive him as deep as possible. She bucked a few more times, then stilled. Dave held his breath in the moments before she shattered. And when she clenched on him, wringing him tighter than his own fist had so many times lately, his balls churned. They drew tight to his body the instant before he came, shooting an impossible number of blasts inside his wife. His lover. His mate.
It felt so right, he knew he could never leave her without killing them both.
Harming her was something he vowed never to do again.
“Kayla.” He stroked her hair and the long lines of her back. He held her so tight she squeaked.
But when she separated their chests, just enough to peer into his eyes, it wasn’t pain he saw there. It was love.
“Are you okay?” She panted the question, still catching her breath.
“Perfect. That was amazing.” He relaxed for the first time in months. “Thank you for rescuing me from that black hole. Christ. I can’t promise I won’t go there again but I’ll try my best.”
“We’ll be here to kick your ass and fuck some sense into you.” James patted his chest. “Don’t you get your panties in a wad about that.”
“Right now, I’m not worrying about anything.” And it was true. Since the accident, his mind hadn’t once been quiet. Constant babbling terror had coursed through his brain. Telling him he’d never heal, never satisfy his wife, never be the man he’d promised to be.
In the wake of passion, silence reigned supreme.
Welcome quiet.
Calm.
Peace with whatever might come next.
“I love you, Dave.” Kayla hugged him tight before pulling off, allowing him to slip from her body. “Please never forget that again.”
“I promise.” He grunted. “But…is someone crushing my leg? Can you move over, please?”
He couldn’t lift his head very far, being the bottom of the pile of crewmembers. Still, it was far enough to catch the glances that winged from person to person.
“No one’s touching your leg, Dave. We were all careful not to hurt you.”
“Shit. Then why is it burning so bad?” He clawed at the sheets as tingles spread from his toes, up the sole of his foot to his ankle then along his calf. “Holy fuck. It hurts.”
He laughed and laughed and laughed—with a generous amount of crying, cursing and gasping mixed in.
“Should I call 911?” Devon got to her hands and knees, poised to scramble for a phone.
“No.” He chuckled some more. Relief flooded his veins, making him believe he could dance a jig like Uncle Joe with his golden ticket in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, despite the pain. “Don’t you see? It hurt
s. I can feel it. Finally, I can feel it.”
Kayla buried her face in his neck and sobbed.
The rest of the crew stroked him over every exposed portion of his body. Fingers combed his hair, held his hands and rubbed his chest. They comforted him through the initial blaze of returning sensation. When the stabbing tingles began to abate, he puffed out a huge sigh.
“Okay, big guy. Let’s get you to your doctor’s office. Pronto.” Mike put an arm around Dave’s shoulders, as though he would lift his hulking carcass from the bed singlehandedly. Even with one withered leg, he still weighed a ton. Physical therapy had seen to that.
“Wait a minute.” Dave brushed him off. “I want to try something.”
The eight faces ringing him looked at him in unison. Devon tilted her head.
He stared at his toes—afraid to do it, afraid not to.
When they realized what he was about to attempt, they switched their stares to his foot.
“It’s okay if nothing happens.” Kate stroked his bad knee…and he felt it.
“Don’t push yourself.” James clasped Dave’s good ankle. “This is a big step already.”
Dave reached out blindly, finding Kayla’s hand and clutching it in his.
“I love you no matter what.” She kissed his knuckles. The contact sent a jolt of blissful electricity into his system, lighting up his nerve endings. He twitched.
And the toes on his left foot wiggled.
Epilogue
“What the hell was so urgent you couldn’t wait for the end of the game?” Dave grumbled to Joe as he navigated the half a flight of porch stairs on his crutches. He was getting damn good on the things and cheating a bit, putting pressure on his bad leg when he thought no one was watching.
Joe didn’t blame the guy. He’d be going stir crazy by now too. Six months was a hell of a long time to be benched, doomed to rely on others for most everything. Hopefully, today would help Dave regain even more independence.
“Is that any way to greet your best friend’s favorite cousin?” Eli shouted from around the corner of the house, intentionally out of sight.
Dave swung out, then back, as he stopped abruptly. “Holy fuck.”
Joe sidestepped in time to avoid knocking him over. The rest of the crew and their women scrambled to join them once they realized their friend had spied his surprise.
“What’s going on?” The hesitation in Dave’s voice might have been amusing if circumstances had been different. Kayla joined him, laying a hand on his ass from a step behind.
“Seeing as your truck wasn’t quite as indestructible as your hard head, we thought maybe you’d like a new set of wheels.” Eli sat on a gleaming chrome bumper, muscular arms crossed over his built chest. Apparently working on classic cars was about as much exercise as construction jobs. All of his hot-rodders were lean, mean and not dudes Joe would want to scrap with in a dark alley.
“Well, an old set of wheels, really. She’s a 1934 Ford Model A.” Alanso winked from his spot beside Eli. He patted the enormous red ribbon tied into a bow on the hood of the retro delivery truck. The glossy black paint job, complete with flames on the front, gleamed along with chrome in the fall sunlight.
“She’s gorgeous.” Dave crossed the rest of the driveway in three swings. He trailed a finger lovingly along the contour of the oval side mirror. “This is way, way too much. I could never accept this kind of gift.”
“Look, Joe isn’t the only guy in my family who gets off on surprising people. You wouldn’t steal all my fun, now would you? Besides, the gang worked their asses off on this beast. They’ve been dying hear about your reaction. Don’t make me say you rejected their efforts.”
Dave didn’t respond. His face fell a bit, and he looked kind of pale.
“What’s wrong?” Kayla whispered to her husband. “Do you need to sit down for a minute?”
“No. Shit. Sorry.” He held his crutch in the juncture of his arm long enough to wipe his face. “It’s just that… I’m not really to a place where I can drive. I mean, it’s better, but the doctor said it could be months still.”
“Dude.” Eli shook his head. “No worries. We heard that too. Figured you could use a little freedom. Come here.”
Eli stood, crossing to the driver’s side door. The motion caused his midnight spikes, accompanied by a smattering of neon blue locks, to bob. Dave joined him, still picking at the foam rests on his crutches.
“We modified more than just the exterior for you. It’s got hand controls. No foot action necessary.” He slapped Dave on the shoulder, then dangled a key with chrome dice for a keychain in front of their friend. “You’re ready to blow this joint.”
“I. Uh. Wow.” Dave froze for a few seconds. “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you for this, but…thank you.”
His crutches clattered to the ground as he balanced on his good leg. He smashed Eli in a bear hug that seemed to rattle even the sturdy mechanic. Alanso cracked up and snapped a picture with his smartphone of the two men with the truck in the background alongside Eli’s pristine Shelby Cobra. “The gang is going to love this shit. I think his eyes bugged out.”
Dave put one hand on the frame above the door, then hopped, pulling himself into the driver’s seat of the lowered vehicle. He fiddled with the chrome shifter and admired the extensive detailing Eli and his hot-rodders had crafted in the cabin of the truck. Even from a distance, Joe could tell the vehicle was a masterpiece. Maybe Dave would let him have a turn sometime in the next decade.
Dave shut the door then rolled down the window, wiggling his eyebrows at Kayla. “Want to go for a ride, sexy?”
Alanso turned his head, his eyes looking misty, even as a punch hit Joe’s gut. This was the Dave he knew and loved. The confident, optimistic man who had been missing since that fateful day, eight months earlier.
Thank God.
Kayla squealed. She bolted for the other side of the truck. With her tattoos and new eyebrow piercing, she looked right at home in the stylish ride. The engine roared as Dave turned his key in the ignition. If Joe knew his cousin, he wouldn’t have settled for any reasonable amount of horsepower.
Eli did everything full throttle.
The head mechanic snagged the crutches from the driveway, carefully lowered them into the bed, then leaned in to give Dave a one-minute tutorial on operating the modified controls. “Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Dave grinned. “That leaves a hell of a lot on the table, doesn’t it?”
“Damn straight.” Eli waved as Dave put it in reverse and carefully navigated the open space, three-pointing it until he could pull forward through the winding drive. He seemed to have no problem with the new driving technique, not that the crew limited themselves to traditional methods in any situation. He honked before rounding the bend and cruised out of sight.
“That was fucking awesome.” Mike strode up to Eli and slapped him on the back. “Thank you so much.”
“Anytime.” Eli and Alanso stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the rest of the crew and their women. “I have a feeling we owe you just as much. For showing us…what you did.”
Joe grinned. “So, have you shared your sordid knowledge with the rest of your group? How’d that go?”
“It didn’t. Not yet.” Alanso cursed in Spanish. “Cobra’s too damn cautious. Soon, though. If he doesn’t, I will. Things are getting tense at the shop.”
Eli glared at Alanso. “We have to be careful. When the time is right…”
“Sometimes, things just happen.” Kate crossed the gap. She shifted a bundle swaddled in bright pink blankets to one arm, then hugged Eli. “If this past year has taught us nothing else, it’s that time is precious. I know you get that too. We never know how long we have. Don’t waste your chances. I was scared at first. I almost waited too long. What if I hadn’t taken that leap? Told Mike my fantasy about him and his crew? Where would I be today? Certainly not here, with my family.”
Alanso grunted his agreemen
t.
“I hear you. I do.” Eli nodded. “I’m working on it. Now let me see this daughter of yours. I hope she gets her looks from you, gorgeous.”
Mike growled, “Abby’s too damn beautiful for her own good. I’m hoping she’ll grow out of it. Maybe we’ll get lucky and she’ll need braces. And some really thick glasses.”
“Payback is a bitch, my friend.” Eli cooed for the infant, wiggling his fingers and turning to jelly, pretty much the same as all the rest of the crew inevitably did around the minx. It was pitiful how easily one tiny baby could rule them all.
Especially when she giggled and smiled, like now.
“And you, mamacita?” Alanso gathered Morgan to his side carefully. His accent always seemed to thicken when he talked to women. Most of them melted beneath the force of his Latin lover routine. Even Joe’s wife wasn’t immune. “How are you doing? You’re glowing and…huge.”
She laughed as she patted his rock-hard abs. “Thanks, I think. Things are great. I’m ready to meet our son though. Any time now. The guys keep teasing he must be Dave’s to be so damn big. My back is ready for a break.”
“It isn’t your back I’d be worried about.” Alanso’s rich skin couldn’t hide his blush.
Eli smacked him upside his sexy bald head. “Will you ever learn to think before you speak?”
The crew laughed. Except Morgan’s chuckle sounded strained. She grabbed her middle, then bent in half.
“Joder! Lo siento. Didn’t mean to upset you. He’s right. My mouth has no filter. I’m sure it’s stretchy—”
“Alanso. Shut it,” Morgan hissed. “Not mad. Having a contraction. Sort of been having them all day. Not like this, though. I think it’s time. Now.”
Before the startled man could recover, Kayla, Devon and several other crew members swarmed Morgan, helping her to sit on the grass by the driveway. James shook Joe from his daze. “Where are you bags? In the car?”
“Yes. Morgan’s been packed for a couple days. We’re ready.” Somehow it sounded like he was trying to convince himself.
