A Million Tiny Pieces

by Nicole Edwards

  Phoenix groaned as Tarik took him to the back of his throat before sliding his mouth off him once more. He repeated the motion, sucking him hard.

  “Fuck,” Phoenix growled. “Lick her pussy.”

  “You didn’t say Simon says,” Mia whispered.

  “Fuck Simon,” Phoenix belted out. “It’s all about us now.”

  Tarik chuckled but did as instructed, releasing Phoenix’s hard cock from his mouth and diving into Mia’s pink folds, lapping at her. Gently at first. The hunger quickly took over, and he found her clit, flicking it with his tongue, using his hands to push her legs wider as he devoured her.

  Mia’s piercing moan made his cock throb. She tasted so fucking good.

  “Stop,” Phoenix commanded.

  The instant Tarik pulled back, Phoenix’s fingers slipped down between her thighs, and he drove two of them into her pussy, fucking her hard and fast. Tarik placed his hands on her knees, keeping her legs spread wide so he could watch the action.

  Phoenix wasn’t gentle as he fingered her. When he pushed three fingers inside her, Tarik glanced up at her face. Mia’s eyes closed, and her head fell back against Phoenix’s shoulder as a shudder wracked her small body.

  “Oh, God! Phoenix! Oh … God!” Mia screamed, her muscles tightening as she came.

  “I told you I was gonna make you come when we got up here,” Phoenix told her as she relaxed against him. He took his cock in his hand and looked at Tarik. Without a word, Tarik wrapped his fist around the base of Phoenix’s cock while he took him in his mouth once again.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” Phoenix groaned as Tarik continued to suck him. “Don’t make me come yet.”

  Tarik wasn’t sure he could make that promise. His only goal was to send Phoenix over the edge.

  Unfortunately, Phoenix had other plans, because several seconds later, he forced Tarik to release him before managing to ease out from under Mia.

  “Suck me, Mia,” Phoenix stated as he situated himself into the corner of the sofa. “I want your mouth on me while Tarik fucks you.”

  Tarik’s body went rigid, harder than it had been at the thought of sliding his dick into Mia’s sweet, wet pussy.

  “Condoms are in the bedroom.”

  Getting to his feet, Tarik headed to Phoenix’s bedroom. When he returned, Mia was on her knees on the black leather, settled between Phoenix’s thighs, her sweet ass up in the air. He sucked in a breath as he ripped open the foil packet and then sheathed himself with the rubber.

  Unable to wait, he knelt on the sofa behind her, using his fingers to spread her open as he guided his cock against her slick entrance.

  Phoenix’s hand twined in Mia’s hair, pulling her head up as Tarik pushed into her slowly.

  “I want to watch your face while Tarik fucks you.”

  Phoenix shifted and repositioned himself, easing down onto his back beneath Mia, holding her while Tarik was overcome with the most incredible pleasure, her pussy clasping his dick as he eased into her.

  “So tight,” he growled, holding her hips as he pushed deeper. “So fucking tight.”

  Mia moaned, pushing her hips back against him, and Tarik didn’t hold back. He pulled out, leaving only the head of his cock cradled in her moist heat before he plunged inside once more.

  Phoenix began speaking softly to Mia while Tarik continued to fuck her, keeping a steady pace. Sweat formed on his forehead as he fought the urge to fuck her hard, to come inside her. A storm of sensation crashed over him, rocking him from head to toe as he plummeted into her warm depths.

  “You want him to come, Mia? You want him to fuck you hard?”

  “Yes,” she pleaded. “Fuck me, Tarik. Come inside me.”

  Tarik’s control snapped, and he began ramming into her, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he focused on the pure pleasure that practically ripped him to shreds.

  “Mia. Baby, I’m gonna come.” Tarik’s body tensed, but he fought his release, trying to ignore the overwhelming sensation that shot up from his balls, making his dick pulse and throb, not wanting to let go until she did.

  He slammed into her once, twice, three times before Mia’s cry ripped through the room, and he drilled her once more, coming in a rush that tipped his world on its fucking axis.

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  PHOENIX HADN’T COME yet, and his balls were aching with the need for release. He’d purposely held off, wanting to bring both of them to orgasm first. But now it was his turn. He fought his selfish side momentarily as he crooked his finger at Tarik. When the man walked closer, Phoenix reached for his softening cock, still sheathed in a condom. He wasn’t done yet.

  Reaching for Tarik’s hips, Phoenix urged him closer to the sofa until Tarik’s knees hit the cushion. Phoenix lifted his head and teased the head of Tarik’s cock with his tongue before sucking him into his mouth, savoring the taste of Mia that coated the latex. He didn’t let up until Tarik’s cock was hard and pulsing once again.

  Easing Mia off his prone body, Phoenix climbed to his feet, his hand resuming the motion his mouth had just ceased, stroking Tarik slowly, wanting to keep him hard.

  He leaned in against Tarik’s ear and whispered, “Get rid of the condom and then stroke yourself. I’ll be right back, and then I’m going to bury my cock in your ass and fuck you until you beg me to let you come again.”

  Tarik’s eyes flared and his dick twitched in Phoenix’s hand, a sign that the man was eagerly anticipating Phoenix’s plan.

  Slipping into the bedroom, Phoenix grabbed a condom and lube before returning. He found Mia lying in the spot he’d left moments ago while Tarik fucked her mouth slow and easy. The erotic sight had his breath stuttering in his chest. He wasn’t sure he would ever get enough of these two. Ever.

  With desperate fingers, Phoenix managed to roll the condom on and slather on a generous amount of lube, the friction from his hand driving him higher even with the reduced sensation from the condom. He was on the precipice, so close to exploding it was a wonder he could even think clearly. But he wanted to be inside Tarik when he came. He’d thought about this moment for so long, and the time had finally come.

  “Kneel on the sofa. I want Mia to be able to watch your face while I fuck you.” Phoenix chanced a glance in Mia’s direction, seeing the flush on her face, the arousal still brightening her eyes. There was no fear that she’d abandon them now. She wanted this as much as they did; he could sense it.

  Mia reluctantly released Tarik from her mouth before scooting down to give Tarik room to kneel on the sofa, leaving a spot for Phoenix to get behind him.

  Phoenix coated his fingers with lube and then eased one into Tarik’s puckered hole while he watched the pair kiss, Mia’s moans mingled with Tarik’s, and Phoenix’s anxiety ratcheted up a notch. He needed to be inside Tarik.

  He thrust two fingers into Tarik, fucking him slowly, scissoring his fingers to work him open, but he couldn’t wait any longer. While Mia and Tarik continued to kiss, Phoenix worked his cock into Tarik’s ass. He’d never done this before — not with a man — and the pleasure blinded him as he forced himself past the natural resistance of Tarik’s body.

  “Fuck,” Phoenix growled, stilling as the heat of Tarik’s body consumed him.

  “Oh, yes,” Tarik hissed, breaking his mouth free of Mia’s.

  She leaned back, her eyes meeting Phoenix’s briefly. He knew what she would see. He was barely hanging on; his balls had already drawn up against his body; the telltale tingle at the base of his spine was a warning. He was going to come.

  “I need to fuck you,” he warned Tarik. “Hard.”

  Tarik braced himself and then rammed back against Phoenix’s hips, forcing him to the hilt.

  “Fuck.” Grabbing Tarik’s hips, Phoenix pulled out and then slammed back in, lights dancing behind his closed eyelids as the sensation ripped through him. Hot, tight. So fucking tight.

  Tarik’s ass clenched around him, making him bite his lip to keep from crying o
ut as he began to thrust into him, over and over until he couldn’t hang on any longer. He couldn’t even bring himself to care if Tarik came, the pleasure was so intense, so mind-numbing; the only thing he could focus on was the release that was building in strength.

  “Tarik. Oh, fuck, Tarik.” Phoenix was pleading, needing something, someone to ground him as he let himself go, fucking Tarik hard, slamming his hips forward, burying his cock in Tarik’s tight fucking ass. Faster, harder. Everything became a blur as his orgasm became a living, breathing thing, tearing through him, shooting up through his dick. “Fuck, yes. I’m coming.”

  Tarik’s body jerked as Phoenix slammed into him, and that’s when Phoenix realized Tarik was coming, too, all over Mia’s beautiful tits.

  Ignoring his protesting muscles, Phoenix managed to get Mia and Tarik into the shower with him, none of them wasting time as they washed up and then crawled into bed. Still reeling from all that had happened since the second they’d stepped into his condo, Phoenix curled himself around Mia while Tarik pressed up against her other side.

  He was exhausted, but once again, his mind wouldn’t shut down. Tarik didn’t seem to have a problem, his breaths evening out shortly after his head hit the pillow.

  “You okay?” Mia whispered in the dark, her head resting on Phoenix’s chest.

  “Better than okay,” he informed her.

  “Me, too.”

  The relief he felt from her admission surprised him. As ready as he’d been for tonight to happen, there had still been something niggling in his brain when it came to Mia watching them. Phoenix knew there was no denying what he felt for Tarik. He’d done it for so long, and he couldn’t keep up the pretenses. He was attracted to the man in ways he’d never been attracted to anyone else, women included. It was different than what he felt for Mia even.

  “I was worried how you would react,” he admitted truthfully, unsure why he felt like talking but unable to stop himself.

  “To what? You and Tarik together?”

  “Yeah. I’ve… I’ve never been with a man before.”

  “I wasn’t,” she said. “Worried, that is. I might not know how this works exactly, but it just feels … right. Like it’s supposed to be this way, you know?”

  He did know. More than she would ever understand. His life had revolved around this type of lifestyle to an extent. He’d never questioned it until he had decided it was time to move on. But as he’d learned tonight, there was no moving on for him. He’d be denying a part of himself.

  Kissing her forehead, Phoenix pulled her closer and then rested his hand on Tarik’s chest. He had them both with him, and for the first time in his life, he felt as though things were finally moving in the right direction.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  “THAT’S BULLSHIT AND you know it,” Phoenix snapped into the phone, pacing the floor of his living room.

  It was Saturday morning, and the last fucking person he should’ve been on the phone with was his lawyer, but sure as shit, as soon as he’d stepped out of the shower after his run, his cell phone had rung, and he’d made the mistake of answering it.

  Phoenix was just glad his mother had already come and gone. He damn sure didn’t need her overhearing this conversation and asking more questions. Or worse, pressing him for answers he didn’t have.

  “This is serious, Phoenix. I don’t know what he’s pulling, but Landry’s lawyer claims he has documentation that proves your father agreed to move forward with the sale. He’s claiming now that your father changed his mind after the papers were signed.”

  “What?” Phoenix stopped pacing, his heart slamming against his ribs. “What the fuck are you talking about? Landry claimed my father backed out on the deal.”

  Truth was, until now, Phoenix had thought Landry had been referring to a verbal agreement. Although not binding, it was possible for Landry to pursue damages from a promise. Made his case weaker, but stranger things had happened.

  “Originally, yes. According to his lawyers, they’ve found paperwork to reflect otherwise. They claim that Sid agreed to sell the Arrows for two hundred eight million, and they’ve got your father’s signature.”

  “You and I both know that’s impossible. My father would’ve told me. I’ve always been a minority owner. And it wouldn’t matter anyway. My father’s dead,” Phoenix replied, keeping his tone calm despite the temptation to throw the phone through the plate glass window. “He can’t buy if I’m not willing to sell.”

  “I agree, Phoenix. Ownership didn’t transfer. I’m still obligated to pass on this information. Landry wants to meet on Monday. I have yet to see any physical proof of their claim, but I’m doing my best.”

  “Fuck him,” Phoenix retorted. “We’ll meet on my timetable. And not until they produce something tangible. I’m not wasting my breath on that asshole.”

  “I’ll let them know Monday won’t work for you,” Phil said, sounding every bit the professional Phoenix knew him to be. The man had been handling everything for his father, and now him, for nearly two decades. Even before his father had purchased the NHL team.

  Phoenix thrust his hand through his hair, turning when he heard the front door open and close. As soon as he met Tarik’s gaze across the room, the other man knew something was up. He moved toward him slowly, his dark eyebrows lifted in question, his body tense as though he expected to take down a threat.

  For the first time, Phoenix wondered how much of Tarik’s protectiveness was due to the job and how much was personal. More accurately, he wondered how long Tarik had been personally invested in the job where Phoenix was concerned. There was no doubt that he was, but Phoenix didn’t know how long Tarik had wanted something more. Not that it mattered either way; Phoenix needed him, needed to know that he was there for him. It was a relief to know that his support surpassed anything that was business-related.

  “I’ll talk to you on Monday, Phil. Thanks for the call. And for now, tell Landry’s lawyer we need proof.”

  “Will do,” Phil answered. “Talk to you on Monday.”

  Phoenix disconnected the call and gripped his phone hard. He contemplated throwing it against the wall but managed to suck in a deep breath before he allowed his anger to get the best of him.

  Flopping onto the couch, he sighed heavily, every muscle in his body strung tight.

  “What’s going on?” Tarik asked, lowering himself to the chair opposite him, his elbows resting on his splayed knees as he stared back at Phoenix.

  “Damien Landry is a fucking psychopath.”

  “That’s not news,” Tarik said, his eyes searching Phoenix’s as though there might be something to discern from the frustration he knew was flickering on his face.

  “That was Phil,” Phoenix said, exhaling sharply.

  “I got that part,” Tarik said. “What’d he want? Must’ve been important for him to call on a Saturday.”

  “Landry has concocted some bullshit story claiming my father agreed to sell him the team. Even claims there’s paperwork.”

  Tarik laughed, the sound reflecting the same disbelief Phoenix had had when he’d heard the news. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “I wish I were. Landry wants to meet with me on Monday. I told Phil that was a no-go.”

  Tarik pushed to his feet and moved to the window, his hands on his narrow hips. Phoenix stared after him, admiring the way he looked after a hard workout, sweat glistening on his skin, every muscle defined and rigid. He was a masterpiece, and that wasn’t the first time Phoenix had admitted that to himself.

  The guy was taller than Phoenix by an inch, six foot three inches of solid muscle. He was bulkier, his muscles honed from weights, while Phoenix kept his routine mostly contained to his daily run. Phoenix wasn’t interested in bulking up, and he’d been content to maintain the well-toned muscle he had, but he certainly admired Tarik’s hard body.

  “We’ve got another problem,” Tarik said, still facing away from him.

  “What’s that?” Phoenix a
sked, figuring nothing could be as bad as the news Phil had laid on him already.

  “You made the tabloids once again.”

  Phoenix dropped his head back against the cushion and closed his eyes. “Why do they even give a fuck what I do? I’m not a goddamn celebrity. What I do should not be newsworthy.”

  “Oh, but you are,” Tarik explained gruffly. “And since you own a team that’s racing toward the playoffs — their words — they want to know what you’re doing. And how you’re doing it.”

  Phoenix heard what he said, but he still didn’t understand why they gave a shit. The media bullshit should be reserved for world events, not entertainment.

  He would give anything to start the day over. As it was, he had been hoping they could spend the day with Mia since he hadn’t seen her for nearly a week, since last Sunday when the three of them had woken up in his bed. She’d slipped out quietly after kissing them both and promising to come back. Phoenix had managed to convince her to let his driver take her to school during the week since he’d been out of town. They hadn’t gotten back until late last night, and he’d opted to wait until today to see her. According to the phone conversations he’d had with her during the week, she’d been busy with schoolwork, and since Phoenix had been too busy to argue, he’d let it slide, giving her a little space in the process.

  “What do they say?” he asked, not really wanting to know.

  “It makes more sense now,” Tarik said, turning to face him and then nodding his head toward Phoenix’s cell phone sitting on the couch. “The article claims that you sabotaged Landry’s marriage, seducing his wife when you found out your father was selling the team without your knowledge. He claims that he met Teresa when she came to inform him about the affair you were having with Mia. One thing led to another, she consoled him. It’s all bullshit.”

  Fuck. Phoenix knew where this was going, but he asked anyway. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “I wish I were. But it gets worse. You know how they get when they want a story. They make up all sorts of bullshit.”

  Phoenix knew Tarik was stalling. “What. Is. It?”