Coming Back

by Lauren Dane

  Adam’s fingertip still moved on Jessi’s clit. His gaze lasered onto Mick’s, but Mick couldn’t tear his attention from how Adam’s hand looked, olive tones against her paler skin. So big and capable.

  Jessi sighed, grabbing Mick’s focus, and he caught sight of the way she tipped her head back onto Adam’s shoulder as she rolled her hips.

  “Give it to me, love.”

  Adam’s murmur seemed to tear something loose from deep inside Mick.

  “She’s got a hoop in the piercing today. The bead, oh naughty, does the bead rub your clit?” Adam asked Jessi, who nodded.

  “Not as good as you do,” she said lazily.

  Adam’s smile—damn—always had made Mick a little dizzy. But the ones Adam gave in intimate moments were his favorites.

  He pushed her a littler further, the muscles of his forearm cording a little as he fingered Jessi’s clit harder, faster. Her breath hitched and Mick watched, enchanted as she came. So beautiful. So dirty and sexy. Jessi gave herself over to Adam totally.

  Adam petted her as she drifted back down, but he kept his gaze on Mick. Seeing right through him.

  He got up from the bed long enough to strip off his sleep pants and grab a condom, rolling it on easily.

  Jessi looked over at Mick sitting there in his chair, too far away to touch.

  “You’re so beautiful,” she told him.

  “He is.” Adam didn’t get back on the bed, though, he helped Jessi off, leading her in Mick’s direction. One severe look, though, told Mick he wasn’t going to be touching any time soon.

  “Keep frowning at me like that. I’m usually opposed to punishment. I don’t want to be your daddy. But you sure do tempt me.” Adam’s mouth hitched up in one corner. “I’m inclined to give you what you think you want. But not right now.”

  Jessi stood between them, naked, her skin warm enough that Mick could feel it against his knees and thighs.

  “With this temptation right here in front of me I’d agree to any punishment you ask,” Mick said, his focus leaving Jessi’s mouth and shifting back to Adam.

  “Brace your hands on the back of the chair to either side of Mick’s shoulders,” Adam told her.

  She obeyed, which brought her tits level with his mouth.

  “This is torture. I’m sure it’s a violation of the Geneva Convention,” Mick snarled as Adam bent her a little more and then thrust into her pussy hard and fast. Not so fast that Mick missed the sound of flesh hitting flesh when he seated himself inside Jessi fully.

  A puff of air from Jessi’s exhaled oooh was electric against his temple.

  “This is what you get when you bring your shit to us, where it belongs.” Adam licked over her shoulder.

  “I didn’t take my shit anywhere. I had a few drinks. Just what do you think I did down there anyway?”

  Adam’s fingers shifted from where he’d been collaring Jessi’s throat to grasp a handful of her hair and yank, exposing all that sweet, warm skin just below her ear where she liked to be licked.

  Mick ran his tongue over his bottom lip, his fingers digging into the arms of the chair so hard one side creaked.

  “I think you drink this much to punish yourself all while lying and claiming you need oblivion. Hurting yourself by getting so drunk you can’t get hard isn’t oblivion. It’s a cheap, lazy substitute. And it keeps you apart from us, from the people you promised to love.”

  Denial sprang to his lips but he couldn’t lie. Not with Jessi’s whimpers puffing against the sweat at his temple. Not with Adam daring him to tell the fucking truth.

  Adam kept Jessi bouncing so tantalizingly close Mick may have whimpered a few times too. Each thrust underlining the choice he’d made.

  “I didn’t want to bring it to you. I wanted this,” Mick waved a hand to indicate the three of them, “free of my family’s bullshit.”

  “If you need oblivion I’ll give it to you. You need a little pain to feel better? Why is that so much harder for you to accept than my dick inside you? You sleeping with not just one person every night, but two?”

  Adam bit Jessi where her neck met her shoulder and she groaned. Mick knew that groan. Knew what her pussy felt like around his cock when she made it.

  “Jessi likes it a little hard. Do you find her less beautiful for that?” Adam’s voice was deceptively smooth and calm. Mick knew it was a trap and yet he couldn’t resist.

  “She’s magnificent because of it.”

  Adam nodded, reaching past Jessi to slide his fingers over Mick’s scalp, scoring lightly with the edge of his nails.

  “Because she’s full of light and joy and sweetness and at the same time she’s dirty. Beautifully dirty, and we get to see that. She trusts us with that. With that dark, twisty part that responds to fingerprint bruises on her ass because I wanted to be inside her so deep. The part that gets so very hot and wet when my teeth dig into her skin.”

  His words, like a spell, had Mick nodding. He’d sobered enough to know he’d feel like absolute shit tomorrow at work. Hell, the only thing keeping him from feeling like absolute shit right then was the sight right in front of him.

  “You know how much I love it when you make yourself come around me,” Adam said as he bent his body around Jessi’s, bringing his face nearer to Mick’s. Jessi shifted, leaning against Mick a little as she moved her right hand to her pussy.

  Everything he’d ever wanted was right there. Was his already. He hated bringing any of his family’s shit into that.

  “If you want to burn the guilt away with some pain, Michael Roberts, you’ll damn well get that from me.” Adam continued to underline his point in a way that left Mick utterly disarmed.

  Jessi’s sweet begging finally broke Adam’s defenses. He whispered that he was right there, soothed her as she moaned her way through her orgasm. Adam wasn’t far behind, his attention on Jessi.

  Adoration was stamped all over him before a strangled moan broke from his lips.

  Mick held his breath as he watched Jessi come and then Adam. The next breath he took was full of the scent of sex.

  Adam led Jessi back to the bed and helped her make a nest in the pillows so she could curl up and watch whatever he was going to do with Mick. He loved it when Jessi was like this. Pliant and warm from climax, like a cat in a patch of sunshine.

  It continued to fill him with wonder that she shared his life. That he actually was loved by this woman.

  “Are you warm enough?” Adam asked her.

  She smiled up at him. “If only everyone knew you were such a pussycat beneath all that grump.”

  That she said all this with stubble burn on her shoulders and back, bite marks given to her while their boyfriend watched, only made him love her more. God help him.

  “Only for you.” He kissed her forehead.

  And when he turned to face Mick all the whimsy she’d filled him with subsided.

  “Stand at the foot of the bed. Facing Jessi.” Adam walked past the chair and into his closet. Since he’d come, since Jessi has soothed his agitation, he was much more clearheaded.

  Adam pulled several things from a series of drawers and headed back out to the bedroom.

  “Jessi, love, will you please bring Mick a glass of water?” Adam asked and she scampered off quickly. “I’m assuming you weren’t drinking water and I want you hydrated.”

  “Yeah? What exactly do you have planned?” Mick tried to tease his way around the subject but Adam only stared back at him until he sobered a little.

  “Now then.” Adam laid the English tawse on the bed, followed by the leather slapper with the holes, and, lastly, the flicker whip. Each made a different sound. Each had a different sort of sting. Each felt different in his hand.

  Adam knew which he liked to use best, but that wouldn’t necessarily be what was needed.

  Jessi came back in with a carafe of water and several glasses on a tray. Adam thanked her, and she climbed back into bed, freezing as she caught sight of his toys.

 
; He knew she wanted to ask, but she didn’t. She got that this was about him and Mick and left it to them, settling back into her nest of pillows.

  “Well.” Mick drank his water but it didn’t disguise the interest in his gaze as he looked over the implements on the bed. “This seems like someone’s had an expert level or two unlocked.”

  “Practice makes perfect.” Adam shrugged. “Each tool has a purpose. In this case, all suit mine so I’ll let you choose.”

  Mick looked up at Jessi. “Which one do you think?”

  Jessi spent several moments thinking before she answered. “You can’t stop looking at the one in the middle.”

  The leather slapper with the holes.

  “But.”

  Adam and Mick both waited for Jessi to finish.

  “I think you need the one to its left.” Jessi nodded as if she’d made a firm decision. “Yes. Both of you need that one.”

  Mick turned his head to look at Adam. “Okay then.” His voice wasn’t entirely steady, but it wasn’t the liquor.

  Mick wasn’t drunk anymore. He was exhausted and harried enough by his troubles that he was finally letting go. And Adam needed to keep his attention perfectly focused. This was a balancing act and he was feeling his way along with Mick the same as they were with him.

  Every choice mattered.

  Adam picked up the tawse, testing it in his grip. He made a few strikes through the air just to hear the sound. So Mick could hear it. Jessi’s pupils were so big Adam could see them from where he stood.

  He drew the edge over the back of Mick’s head, down his neck and spine. “We’ve both had an achievement unlocked. This is an English tawse. Have you ever felt one in action?”

  Mick shook his head.

  “Have you ever given in to your desire for pain?” Adam asked quietly.

  “Some.”

  Adam heard the anticipation, the desire, and a little fear. He tucked it away. “The safe word is red. Now, let’s learn one another. Brace your hands on the footboard and lean forward.”

  Mick was beautiful. Naked, firm all over, ink and piercings, some scars. He closed his eyes and Jessi shifted just slightly, to get a better view.

  The first strike was an easy one. More for the noise than anything else. The split leather made a distinctive snap when it made contact with skin. Adam needed to test Mick’s limits. Figure out what he liked and didn’t. What his pain tolerance was.

  He took it slow because this was a seduction. Adam needed to coax Mick, help him get to a place where he could accept what he liked. Where he could get what he needed in a healthier way. In a way that built him up instead of tore him apart.

  Pain had a way of doing that, of burning through the bullshit.

  A sheen of sweat made the tattoos on Mick’s back seem to glow as his ass cheeks got pinker with each successive snap.

  Adam didn’t fail to notice how fucking hard that dick that couldn’t be roused just an hour before was getting.

  He dragged the edge of his nails down Mick’s left side, loving the shudder he got in response.

  “Sometimes pain helps us see the truth.” Adam bent the tip of the slapper and let it go.

  Mick grunted, pushing back into the strike.

  “I don’t want to punish you. I want to please you,” Adam whispered into Mick’s ear. “You need it to hurt for your own reasons? That’s what I’m here for. You let a bottle do it or your fucked-up family, and that means you’re turning your back on what the three of us have.”

  Jessi moved to her knees just a few inches away. Her hands clasped in her lap. She didn’t interfere, but her presence helped Adam keep his control and let Mick lose some of his.

  The hair on top of Mick’s head was long enough to grasp, though Adam couldn’t wait until it got longer so he could wrap it around his fist as he fucked that sweet mouth.

  He growled and Mick sighed with so much longing Adam found himself hard again.

  “Would you like to kiss him, angel?” Adam asked Jessi.

  She licked her lips and blinked a few times, as if she’d been dreaming. “Yes. Very much.”

  “Go on then. I think our Mick needs a kiss right about now.”

  Adam needed to see it as much as Mick needed to feel it.

  Jessi bent forward and cupped Mick’s face. She kissed over each eyelid and then across his browline, down his temple, and across to his mouth. All the while she whispered endearments as Adam continued.

  Mick’s muscles began to tremble so Adam slowed down, leaning over to blow across the heated skin of Mick’s ass.

  Mick whimpered and Jessi kissed it all away.

  “Your eyes are so dreamy,” Jessi murmured as she sat back. Then she looked to Adam and smiled. “Yours too.”

  He’d had partners who liked a little pain before. But this between him and Mick was more intense.

  Intense was a stupid word for it.

  But it was what he had at the moment so he went with it.

  Adam led Mick to the bed, helping him ease onto his belly. “I need to come so bad,” Mick said into the mattress.

  Jessi’s cool, steady energy seemed to keep them all on an even keel as she lay facing them both just a few inches away.

  “Can you?” Adam asked as he settled on Mick’s other side.

  “I’m so fucking hard, I’m going to puke or come. I’d rather come.”

  Jessi wrinkled her nose and Adam suppressed a snicker.

  “Go on then,” Adam said as he kissed the back of Mick’s neck. “Jerk yourself off.” This wasn’t about being lazy and not wanting to make Mick come, but letting Mick have some control back.

  He’d been shaken by his reaction to the spanking. Hell, Adam was too. But this was a careful dance, tiny steps and giving more trust with each experience. They’d all learn together.

  Jessi’s distaste had disappeared. Her eyes had gone wide and her nipples darkened as Mick turned his face to her and slid one of his arms beneath his body.

  “Don’t want to get jizz on the bedding,” he mumbled as he began to thrust into the fist Adam knew Mick had wrapped around his cock.

  “You could get it on me,” Jessi teased.

  Mick groaned but moments later made it to his knees. His cock was shiny with pre-come as he fucked his fist. “So sweet and dirty.”

  Jessi rolled to her back and Adam moved to her other side, not wanting to miss a moment.

  “Is that what you want? To dirty me? Mark me?”

  Jessi’s words seemed to suck the air from Adam’s lungs and Mick’s grunt and the way he sped his movements said he felt similarly.

  “You both marked me a long time ago. Inside.” She ran her hands over her torso, holding her tits up for Mick. “So go on, use me. Make me yours on the outside too.”

  With a strangled curse, Mick came all over Jessi’s breasts and neck before he collapsed on the bed, careful of his ass so he stayed on his side, panting.

  “I’m afraid this isn’t just a take a shower moment. I need to wash my hair and you probably need to change the sheets,” Jessi said as she scampered off to the bathroom, leaving Mick and Adam laughing.

  CHAPTER

  Thirteen

  Jessi went in the side door at Twisted Steel like Mick told her to and nearly knocked Duke Bradshaw over.

  He caught her, laughing. “I’m sorry about that, sweetheart! I was staring at Carmella and forgot the rest of the world.”

  It filled her with happiness to hear those words and the love behind them.

  “You’re looking for Mick?” Duke asked.

  “Yes. He left this on the counter at home, so I offered to bring it by on my way to work.” Jessi held up an accordion file folder.

  “The master of the universe schedule.” Duke grinned. “He keeps us all in line with that. No wonder he looked like ten miles of bad road today.”

  That and drinking so much the night before.

  Duke called Mick’s name, and he popped his head around a corner with an annoyed l
ook on his face.

  Until he saw Jessi and smiled, loping over as she took him in, breathless. Even hungover he looked good.

  “Thanks for bringing this by.” He took the folder and hugged her.

  “Sorry it wasn’t sooner. I worked at home for a bit this morning, so I didn’t see it until I was on my way out.”

  Mick snorted. “Hush. Do you have a few minutes for some coffee? I was just headed in to grab some.”

  “Sounds good,” Duke said, and Mick shot him a glare.

  “You’re not invited. I see you all the damned time.”

  Duke scoffed. “You see her all the damned time when you don’t see me. Then again, I can see why you’d rather see her. She’s softer and smells better.”

  Jessi laughed, really liking Mick’s friend.

  “There are doughnuts,” Carmella called out and Duke drifted her way, grinning.

  Mick put an arm around her shoulders and walked her around the edge of a huge shop floor where people worked at various points on several different projects.

  Arctic Monkeys’ “Knee Socks” played loudly over the din, like spice on the meal, and it made Jessi pause at the top of a three-step landing to look out over them all.

  “The energy here is very good. You’re all working together. I like it that you work in this place.”

  Mick kissed her quickly and someone whistled in the background. “Thank you for saying that.”

  He led her to the break room, where Carmella and Duke had taken a seat already.

  “I don’t want to share,” he mumbled.

  “The doughnuts, the girl, or the friends?” Jessi asked.

  His grin was what she’d hoped for. A reminder that she was his and always had been.

  “He’s afraid I’ll be so charming you’ll realize he’s a mug,” Duke said as Mick gave in and they sat with a coffee and their doughnuts.

  “As if.” Mick rolled his eyes.

  Carmella ignored them both and smiled Jessi’s way. “Hi there. How are you?”

  “Hi, Carmella. I love that color on you.” Most redheads didn’t wear orange, but Carmella did and it worked. Bold and sexy all at once.

  “I found it at a garage sale. I paid three bucks for it.”