The Glue

by Webster, K

  “Does this hurt?” he growls.

  His intensity bores into me. Vaughn can be rough in the sack, but I like it. I like how Mr. Composed becomes savage when he loses control.

  “I trust you,” I tell him, gripping the arms of the chair.

  His eyes flicker with appreciation before his lips slide down over my dick. He keeps my nuts tied up and each time he takes me into his throat, he tightens the hold. It fucking hurts, but it also sends spirals of pleasure shooting through me. I grip his gelled hair, loving that I’m about to mess it the fuck up and buck my hips up. I hiss in pain when he tightens the tie even harder.

  He pulls all the way off and tilts his head up, grinning at me. “I think Vale’s ready.”

  Images of the both of us using her tight holes together, has a groan of need rumbling through me. “We’re both going to fuck her soon?”

  His wolfish grin nearly has me coming. “She’s ready.”

  Leaving me with thoughts of her stretched out and dripping with need for two cocks has me nearly tumbling over the edge of bliss. When his mouth slides back over my dick, I let out a string of curse words. Goddamn, this man drives me mental with pleasure. I grip his hair tighter and force him to take my entire dick. His throat is hot and tight and I’m seconds from exploding. He tightens the tie and I cry out, caught somewhere between pleasure and pain. The way he swallows my dick overshadows the pain and I can feel my balls squeezing with the need to release. With my balls tied tight, it’s harder to come. And I’m glad. Most times, when I feel the need to come, it happens. Right now, he’s able to keep me right on the edge. It’s maddening and fucking amazing.

  “Fuck,” I grit out. “Fuck.”

  I want to come. I want to drain my release down his throat.

  He takes me deeper and his saliva runs down my aching balls.

  “Fuuuuck,” I hiss.

  I don’t want to come yet. I want to stay just like this with pleasure pulsating through me forever.

  With a yank and a garbled, gargling sound as he pushes me all the way down his throat I could possibly go, I explode. My vision turns black as pleasure zaps through my every nerve ending. I’m moaning so loud I’m sure everyfuckingbody can hear and I don’t care. My balls throb as my release gushes down this man’s throat. Each time he swallows, I shudder wildly. With a feral sound, he slides off my cock as saliva and cum run down his stubbly chin.

  “Fuck, you’re hot,” I complain as if it’s truly a bad thing. But it’s the best thing. I’m so fucking lucky.

  He takes the back of his hand and swipes away the wetness before untying the tie from my balls. I glance down and they’re purple and throbbing. “You should study more often. I love rewarding you.”

  I grin at him. “I’m going to ace every goddamn test if I get a blowjob each time.”

  “I knew all you needed was a little motivation.”

  “A customer is going to see,” I complain as Aiden sucks on my throat.

  He laughs and then bites my flesh. “I locked the door.”

  “No, you didn’t.”

  “I didn’t, but we’ll hear the bell if they come in.”

  I give in when his lips find mine again. He has me sitting on the edge of the bathroom sink with my legs spread open. I let out a squeal of horror when he rips my panties off. Like actually tears the fabric and ruins them.

  “You owe me new panties,” I huff.

  His rumbling laughter has my heart rate picking up. “Your birthday is coming up. I’ll buy you some pretty panties then.”

  I bite on my lip as he hurries to get his dick out. Dutifully, he pulls a condom from his pocket and has his dick covered in the next breath. Then, without any fanfare, he slams into me so hard my head thunks against the mirror.

  “Oh God,” I cry out.

  He thrusts hard and his teeth nip at my bottom lip before he kisses me. I moan into his mouth and clutch at his hair as he fucks me into oblivion. The moment he came to work and told me about his blowjob my husband gave him, I was immediately wet. Even now, I can’t get the image out of my head of my husband on his knees with Aiden’s dick down his throat. A needy mewl whines from me.

  “I know what you’re thinking about,” he taunts. “It felt so fucking good too. I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

  I clench around him as my body tightens in anticipation. He slides his fingers down to my clit and starts working me as though he’s done it his whole life.

  “Tonight we’re going to stretch you out good, beautiful. Tonight you get my fat cock in your ass while your husband takes your needy pussy. You’ve been begging for it for so long. You think you’re ready?”

  “Yes!” I cry out. “I’m ready.”

  His lips crash to mine again and he fucks me so hard I know I’ll have bruises everywhere. He’s not going sweet or soft. No, now he’s feral and wild. I love it.

  “Oh, God!” My orgasm hits me violently and if it weren’t for his tight grip on me, I’d slide right into the floor. This sets him off because he groans and then grinds his hips against me as he comes. We’re both breathing heavily and franticly when the door chimes.

  “Crap!”

  “I’ll get it,” he mutters, sliding out of me and tossing the condom in the trash. He pulls up his pants and then calls out to the customer. “Be there in a second.” I can hear him washing his hands in the back room as I try to sort myself out. I eventually manage to get myself cleaned up and looking presentable. When I exit the bathroom after washing my own hands, I hear Aiden chatting to someone.

  Pride.

  I can hear it in his tone.

  Telling this person all about what a “shithole” my store looked like before he helped. I snort because he’s right. I love the way it looks now and we tend to stay fairly busy just from walk-in traffic. I pull my apron back on and walk out of the back room to see who he’s happily talking to.

  As soon as a familiar pair of eyes locks onto mine, I realize this guy must be his dad. They look just alike. His father is older, sharper, maybe a little meaner. He narrows his eyes upon seeing me. As though he’s sizing me up. Immediately, I squirm under his gaze. The timer on the oven is going to go off soon, so I quickly pull the oven mitt on.

  “I’m Vale,” I greet with a nervous smile.

  Aiden flashes me a sweet grin. “Vale, this is my dad, Quinn Blakely. Dad, this is Vale Young.”

  Quinn reaches over the counter to shake my hand but since my hand is covered with the mitt, I offer him my left hand. He takes it, but his smile falls.

  “You’re married?” he asks, accusation in his tone.

  My jaw practically unhinges as I jerk my hand back. “I am.”

  Quinn’s friendly stare is gone as he turns his murderous glare on his son. Oh, shit. Did Aiden tell him we were seeing each other?

  “A word, son,” Quinn hisses to Aiden.

  My phone buzzes in my pocket. “I, uh, need to take this. Don’t mind me.” I rush into the kitchen, panicked. As soon as I’m out of sight, they start yelling.

  “Hello?” I answer my phone.

  “Hey, baby, I thought we could pick up food from that—”

  “His dad is here and I think he’s pissed,” I blurt out.

  “Pissed at what?” Vaughn growls.

  “He saw my ring and asked if I was married. I think he probably assumes the worst,” I say with a whine. “Are you close?”

  “I’ll be there in two minutes to help straighten things out.”

  I hang up and am horrified to find Quinn and Aiden in each other’s faces.

  “I’ll do whatever the hell I want, Dad!”

  “Not with a married woman, you won’t!”

  “You don’t understand!”

  “Aiden, you’ve fucked up!”

  “Just go the hell away!”

  They go on and on barking at each other. Thankfully no customers walk in. When the door chimes, I’m relieved to see Vaughn stalking in. His features are furious and protective. Over Aiden.
My heart melts as I run over to him. He clutches my hand and together, a unified front, we walk over to them.

  “Is there a problem?” Vaughn growls.

  Quinn steps aside and sizes us both up. “I think you know there is.”

  “And I think there is more to the story than you’re allowing to be told,” my husband says, his voice deceptively low.

  “What kind of games are you two playing with my son?” Quinn demands.

  Aiden pinches the bridge of his nose and his cheeks burn red from embarrassment.

  “We’re not playing games,” I say softly.

  Quinn sneers at me. “You’re both fucking my son—a married couple—and you don’t think this is some sort of game?”

  “I’m falling for them, Dad,” Aiden mutters.

  Quinn laughs, but it’s dark and cold. “Of course you are. You’re the bleeding heart in this family. It’s in your nature. But this”—he waves to Vaughn and me—“this is a game. You’re a game to them, son.”

  Vaughn’s grip tightens around my hand and he grits his teeth so hard I fear he’s going to break them. “It’s not a game, Mr. Blakely,” Vaughn says in a deceptively calm tone. “We’re falling for him too.”

  Quinn snorts and his tone is derisive. “Give me a fucking break. Let me guess. Marriage was failing? Needed a little spice or kink? You call in my son to light a match on things. Everything’s burning bright now, right?”

  We all stare at him in silence.

  “What happens when that burn fades?” he demands coolly. “Where does that leave him?”

  “Fuck off, Dad,” Aiden snaps as he storms away and pushes out the front door.

  Quinn closes his eyes and his brows furl together. He rubs at the back of his neck as though he’s frustrated by the entire ordeal.

  “Listen,” Vaughn starts. “Aiden isn’t some toy for us.”

  Quinn pierces my husband with a nasty glare.

  “Maybe we, uh, could have dinner together. Talk some more,” I suggest.

  Vaughn gives my hand a supportive squeeze.

  “This is more than about sex?” Quinn asks, his eyes narrowed.

  The sex is great but so are the morning talks. The never-ending affection. The way he makes us laugh.

  “Aiden is our happiness,” Vaughn says firmly. “Dinner would be great. He’s told us a lot about your wife. Ava, right?”

  Quinn relaxes. “We have a hard time finding a sitter on short notice, so dinner would have to be at our house. We have small children.”

  I smile at him. “Aiden’s told us all about his siblings. They sound adorable. I hear the twins are a handful.”

  Quinn’s lips twitch as though he might smile at the thought of them. Instead, he purses his lips together and nods. “Tomorrow evening at seven?”

  “We’ll be there,” Vaughn and I both say at once.

  Quinn’s gaze bounces between the two of us for a long moment before he gives us a clipped nod and stalks out of the building. We follow him to the door but don’t step outside. He says something to Aiden that has his son hugging him. I feel like we just dodged a nuclear meltdown.

  “I thought I was going to have to kick his ass,” Vaughn grumbles.

  I chuckle. “Aww, defending our boyfriend’s honor. You’re so sweet.”

  He turns his still-feral gaze on me. “Our boyfriend, huh?”

  “It sounds better than lover. He’s more than a lover.”

  His lips press to mine. “He’s definitely more.”

  We follow Vaughn in my car to the house. But instead of taking us home, he pulls into one of the busy steakhouses not far from home. Aiden has been quiet despite my probing. I can tell he’s still upset about the fight he had with his dad.

  “We’re going out to eat?” Aiden asks, his brows lifted in surprise. “The three of us?”

  Vaughn laughs and tries to ruffle Aiden’s hair but gets shoved out of the way.

  “Boys,” I say with a faux grumble.

  “Why wouldn’t we all three go out to eat together?” Vaughn asks.

  Aiden looks at me and I shrug. “We like food.”

  Aiden snorts. “I like food too.”

  “So glad that huge relationship hurdle is over,” Vaughn says with a teasing groan. “Don’t tell me you’re going to order salad but secretly steal my fries.”

  Aiden, his shoulders relaxing, just chuckles. “You know I can out-eat your big ass.”

  We walk inside the fancy rustic steakhouse and they take us to a booth near the back. Aiden sits down and I motion with my head to Vaughn. Aiden isn’t his normal self and if anyone can pull him out of a funk, it’s Vaughn. Vaughn, for the longest time, was the only one who could pull me out of a funk.

  Aiden’s eyes are wide with surprise when Vaughn sits beside him. I sit across from them and reach over to grab Aiden’s hand. He settles and his easygoing grin is back on his handsome face.

  The waitress brings us some menus and takes our drink order before leaving us. I smile at Aiden.

  “Are you growing a beard?” I ask as I reach across the table to run my fingers through his thickening scruff.

  He grips my wrist and turns his head to kiss the inside of my palm before releasing me. “I don’t like feeling like the kid in our threesome.”

  Vaughn snorts and nudges him with his shoulder. “Nothing about the size of your dick or how you use it indicates you’re a kid. Hell, you give me a run for my money and I’ve got a helluva lot more mileage on mine.”

  “You guys didn’t have to take me out to cheer me up,” Aiden says, his features turning stormy. “People don’t exactly accept what we’re doing.”

  Vaughn shakes his head. “Your dad is just being your dad. Overprotective. I get it. He’s worried we’re going to hurt you.” He hooks an arm over Aiden’s shoulders and pulls him to him. “We’re definitely not out to hurt you.”

  The waitress returns and hands out our drinks. Once she takes the order, she leaves us once again. She also never bats an eyelash that Vaughn kept his arm around Aiden.

  “I’m sorry my dad was such a dick,” Aiden says. His hand reaches across the table again, seeking mine. I grip it and give him a comforting squeeze.

  “Stop worrying,” I tell him. “It’ll be fine. One day at a time.”

  His smile is both happy and sad at once. Two emotions warring for control. It’s a little heartbreaking to see.

  “I warned you guys,” he says softly, his eyes lingering on me before turning to my husband. “I warned you guys it would be more than sex for me.”

  Vaughn dips down and kisses his mouth sweetly. “It’s always been more than sex for us too. It’s been about you.”

  “Oh, God, I’m nervous,” Vale murmurs from the passenger seat.

  Our fingers are threaded together as I drive the two of us to Aiden’s. I give her a reassuring squeeze. “I’m sure Aiden’s worrying enough for the three of us. It’ll be fine.”

  She bites on her bottom lip and nods. After a moment, she lets out a ragged breath. “Are we okay?”

  “The three of us?”

  “Yeah.”

  “It’s not just about sex,” I remind her. “Just like we told him at dinner last night.”

  She nods rapidly. “I know. I just worry that without the sex, we’re boring.”

  I snort as I turn into his neighborhood. Expensive houses way out of my pay grade line the streets. “We watched a movie. Aiden ate popcorn off your tits. I hardly call that boring.”

  She grins at the memory but continues to fidget in her seat. “But we didn’t have sex. At the coffee shop, before his dad came, we were planning…” She huffs. “Sex.”

  “Aiden just likes being with us,” I assure her. “With or without my impressive dick entering the scene.”

  “Ha,” she deadpans.

  “You’re cute when you’re sassy,” I tell her with a smile.

  Her features soften as I pull into the driveway where the GPS has sent us. “Vaughn?”

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bsp; “Yeah, baby?”

  “We haven’t fought in weeks.”

  Since Aiden joined us officially.

  “We may have been broken, but we weren’t unfixable,” I tell her firmly. “We just needed some glue.”

  We climb out of the car and Aiden is already coming out the front door. After the movie last night, Aiden went home to smooth things over with his dad. He later texted us to tell us dinner was still on and his dad wasn’t being so unreasonable about it all. This evening, he seems excited.

  He reaches Vale first and he picks her up, spinning her. She squeals with laughter, making my heart clench in my chest. When he finally releases her, he walks over to me and boldly kisses me on the lips.

  “Where’s my kiss?” she says, pouting.

  He grips her jaw with his palm and kisses her hard until her knees are wobbling. I laugh and pop her ass as I pass them. “No jealousy, woman. Rule number one.”

  They both chuckle from behind me.

  “Come on,” Aiden says, passing by me with Vale’s hand in his. “My brother and his fiancée are already here. Ava and I almost have dinner ready.”

  When we walk into his massive house, a twinge of regret slices through me. I chose the education field knowing it wasn’t the highest paying career. Normally, I don’t mind. Times like these remind me of what I don’t have. Aiden, though, doesn’t seem like I’m a step down from his cushy life as he saunters through his house to find his family.

  “Your house is so nice,” Vale praises as she admires the décor.

  “It didn’t use to be this nice. Dad was a shitty decorator, but Ava eventually put her touch on everything.”

  “I heard that,” Quinn grumbles from the dining room as we start to pass through.

  Aiden laughs and playfully punches his dad, who seems a lot more relaxed than yesterday. I walk over to him and offer my hand.

  “Vaughn Young. We weren’t properly introduced before.”

  He shakes my hand, firm and fierce. I’d expect nothing less of a man of his caliber. “Quinn Blakely.”

  “We’re going to go check on Ava and Steph,” Aiden says to me, leaving me alone with his father. I try not to cringe.