Candy Ever After (Hot Candy Book 2)

by Jo Raven

  Chapter Two

  Joel

  Parents tell you what to wear. Parents tell you what to say. What to study. What to believe.

  Parents don’t hang out and make small talk…

  Right?

  “What the fuck just happened?” Jet strips off his hoodie and T-shirt the moment we’re in the bedroom. “Did you know Candy’s folks were in town?

  “Nope. I don’t think she knew, either.” I scrub a hand through my hair, my eyes half-closing as I take in Jet’s muscular, tattooed chest, the thin scar of the surgery already fading to pale pink. “Hey… did she really ask if we use sex toys or was it all in my mind?”

  Fuck, I hope it was.

  “I bet she thinks we’re Candy’s sex toys,” Jet drawls.

  That makes me chuckle. “I don’t mind being Candy’s sex toy.”

  “Fuck, I don’t mind, either.” He grins at me as he pushes down his sports tights, and my breath goes out in a groan.

  “You went commando?”

  His grin widens, and his semi-hard cock starts to lift, hardening more. “Couldn’t find any clean underwear.”

  “Bullshit. You just...” My language skills are failing me. “Just decided…”

  It gets worse when he tilts back his head and shoots me a heated glance, then reaches down and wraps his hand around his flushed dick. “Wanna help me out here, boy scout?”

  I swallow thickly. “Candy’s parents are right next door.”

  “When will you stop worrying about what the parents will say?” He drags his other hand over his chest, and my mouth honest to God waters. “Come on, help a guy out… soap up my back.”

  And turning, he saunters to the bathroom, leaving me with a raging hard-on, caught between the desire to murder him and to fuck him senseless.

  Fuck, I wish Candy’s parents weren’t here. Then I’d fuck her and Jet both. It’s been a kinda tense couple of weeks since I quit my job, Jet returned to work at the bookstore and Candy to classes, and we haven’t fucked as much as I would have wanted.

  My dick tries to follow Jet by drilling a hole through my leggings, before my feet even move from the spot. I curse, pressing down on my hard-on. Dammit, I had plans for today, and they didn’t include having coffee with the in-laws.

  In fact, the in-laws were never in the picture—until now. Sure, Candy told us funny stories about them once or twice, but as far as I knew they live in another town and never visit.

  I wonder what changed. Did they come to check that we’re not hurting their daughter? That would make sense, I guess. I mean, it’s been two months since we moved in together with Candy. Of course she’d tell them. She has a good relationship with them.

  Unlike my folks who don’t really want to know anything about me unless it’s what they expect. Unless it’s what society expects.

  I haven’t talked to them since the day I made up my mind about being with Candy and Jet. There’s absolutely no fucking doubt in my mind they’ll have a goddamn fit over it. That Mom will freak out, then shut off and disappear to her health club, while Dad will kick me out the door and tell me never to come back.

  Christ.

  “You coming?” Jet says, stepping back into the bedroom, and I suck in a sharp breath, because he’s wet already, droplets glistening on his bare, perfect body like a fucking soap commercial. “Or do you need help?”

  He winks, and I’m two seconds away from pushing him against the wall and stopping that flirty mouth with my own, when the door of the living room opens and Candy appears, her mouth opening and then staying open, her gaze moving over Jet.

  Yeah, I know. My dick throbs and my thoughts are scattered. Jet has that effect on me.

  Then he turns toward her and slips his hands under her sweater, his mouth trailing over her cheek to her ear. “Miss us?”

  She gasps at his raspy whisper, then gasps again when his hands find her tits and cup them. “Jet...”

  “You came right on time.” Jet’s hands trail down, to her skirt.

  “For what?” she whispers, her pupils dilated, her nipples hard, poking through the thin sweater.

  Jet shoots me a sideways glance, one side of his wide mouth tipping up in a crooked grin. “Joel was gonna help me soap up. You know. In the shower. Wanna come with?”

  She groans, a soft, desperate sound. Jet dips his head and swallows it, crushing their mouths together.

  Fuck. “Push her against the wall, Jet.”

  He walks her backward until her back hits the wall, pressing his naked body to her clothed curves. Her hands slip around his neck and she arches her back as he takes off her glasses and slides them on top of her head.

  “Grab her ass. Lift her up.” I whip off my hoodie and T-shirt and toe off my running shoes before I chuck off my sports leggings and socks. Dressed only in my white briefs, I press down on the tent in the soft cotton and give my cock a reassuring squeeze.

  “Candy, pull his head down to yours and kiss him harder.”

  And she does, tugging down his dark head to her blond one, deepening the kiss.

  Hell yeah. I lean on the wall beside them, trying to rein in my excitement, draw this out, because it’s damn hot.

  Sex with Candy and Jet is off the fucking charts, and I won’t last long like this, hearing their moans, seeing them rub against each other. I’m giving them ten more seconds before I—

  A door clicks and creaks open. “Woohoo! Where are you?” a woman’s voice calls, and I freeze.

  “The fuck?” Jet mutters, ungluing his lips from Candy’s.

  “Mom?” Candy tries ineffectively to push Jet off her. “Shit. My parents are still here, I just came in to grab a scarf to lend to my mom—”

  Christ. Finally moving, I make a dash for the bedroom door.

  Too late. Candy’s mom pokes her head inside the room and waves, smiling brightly. “Hi, boys.”

  Holy fuck. I backpedal, fully aware I’m only in my briefs and pitching a huge tent—while Jet behind me is fully naked.

  With Candy in his arms.

  “Mom…” Candy starts again, putting her glasses back on, and this time Jet steps back and opens his arms.

  What the hell is he doing?

  “Well, Mrs. Riley, here we are,” he says with that light drawl of his. “What was it you needed?”

  Candy squeaks and throws her arms around Jet’s middle, hiding his very excited dick from Mrs. Riley’s eyes. “Jeez, Jet.”

  “What? I’m sure your mom has seen plenty of little boy winkies before.”

  Only Jet’s dick is not a little boy winky, not even close, especially when he’s hard like this.

  Goddammit.

  “Excuse us, Mrs. Riley.” I grab a towel from a chair and wrap it around his waist. “Come on, Jet.”

  “Fuck,” Jet mutters, but lets me pull him away from Candy and march him past her mom to the bathroom. “Fine, I’m going.”

  ***

  Jet shakes my hand off his arm the moment we’re inside the bathroom. I close the door behind us and lean back against it, blowing out a breath.

  This is like a nightmare. Coming home to find Candy’s parents, and then her mother barging into the bedroom and catching us two seconds away from having sex with her daughter.

  “J.” Jet throws the towel to the floor and stands in front of me. It’s hard to focus on his face when he’s naked again, and despite the fact I’ve only recently accepted my attraction to men, I’ve lusted after Jet for a long time now. “Listen.”

  “What?”

  He puts a hand on the door beside my head and leans in. He smells damn good, his sweat spicy and heady, his dark eyes boring into mine. “You should calm your tits, J. Are we hiding something?”

  I blink at him, adrenaline still pumping through my veins. “Candy’s mom didn’t have to see you in your birthday suit, man.”

  “Then she shouldn’t have barged into our fucking bedroom.”

  “She couldn’t know what we were up to.”

  “
J.”

  “She saw your dick.”

  “For two seconds.”

  “And almost saw mine. And she saw…”

  “Saw what? Us with our girlfriend? Us together?”

  “You don’t get it. This is a fucking mess. Those are Candy’s parents, and the—”

  “J, dammit.” He puts his other hand by my head and leans in, his long lashes lowering. “Shut up.”

  He kisses me hard, his lips soft, his stubble rasping against my chin, his tongue lashing mine until I groan, my body tightening again with arousal.

  “Her mom is still here,” I gasp when he draws up, his mouth trailing along my jaw. “Behind this door.”

  He pulls back, his dark eyes flashing. “Christ, J. She knows we fuck. She knows we fuck Candy. That we fuck each other. That we fuck, all three of us together.”

  “She doesn’t…know that.” Hard to think when he’s pressing his hard-on against mine.

  “Really? Well, now she will know for sure.” He goes down to his knees, dragging my briefs off, freeing my cock. I gasp when the cool air hits my heated dick, but before it slaps my stomach, Jet grabs it and swallows it to the root, pushing a startled cry past my lips.

  He sucks, hard, his hand going to my balls, and my head thumps back against the door.

  Oh fuck. “Jet…”

  His lips drag down my length, and I hiss at the light scrape of teeth, my hands slapping back.

  Against the fucking door.

  Again.

  I could swear Jet is laughing around my dick, or maybe humming. I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing, but holy shit, my balls are drawing up tight and my stomach clenches. My dick twitches, the pressure at the base taking my breath away.

  I’m about to come with Candy’s parents right behind the door. I lift my hands to Jet’s head, fully intending to push him away.

  He swirls his hot tongue around the head of my cock and my fingers twist in his wild hair instead, tugging him closer. My hips rock, pushing my dick deeper into his mouth.

  Fuck, I’m going to come now. It’s starting, the pressure mounting and mounting, my chest tightening, my dick straining.

  And it stops when Jet releases my cock with a wet pop, grips the base, and lifts a brow at me. “You with me now?”

  “Christ, Jet, don’t stop.”

  Next thing I know, Jet rises fluidly to his feet, grabs my hand and drags me into the shower stall. I stumble after him, my hard-on bobbing and throbbing with every step.

  Cursing, I lean back against the Plexiglas of the shower stall as Jet starts the water, my hand curling around my aching cock. My lids are heavy, my mind sluggish.

  I need to come, dammit.

  Jet turns under the warm spray and rakes his gaze over me—then grabs my hand and pries it off my dick. “No touching,” he all but growls. “That’s mine.”

  Fuck, I like it when he gets aggressive, possessive like this in sex sometimes. “Then get me off.”

  “Why the hurry?” He presses up against me, pushes our hard-ons together until I see stars. “Don’t wanna wait for Candy to join us?”

  “You’re fucking driving me crazy,” I mumble, lost in sensation, his hard dick sliding against mine, the warm water sliding over my overheated skin.

  “That’s the idea. Forget…” He presses his mouth to my shoulder and bites down hard, “about parents, and norms, and what everyone expects from you.”

  I frown, starting to think of a reply, but then he lifts his head and he’s kissing me again. His lips are moving over mine, his teeth nipping, and I hiss in his mouth, rocking my hips, so fucking ready to burst.

  Before I know it, I’m gripping his shoulders, desperately grinding against him. I need relief. He hasn’t worked me all that much, but I’ve been ready for days. We’d all been too tired to fuck, and right now I’m so damn hard I’m dizzy with all the blood flowing to my dick.

  When Jet pulls back again, I tighten my hold on his shoulders, digging my blunt nails into his skin. “No,” I pant, trying to coerce my brain into forming a coherent thought. “Dammit, Jet. Suck my dick.”

  He licks his lips, giving me another crooked grin. “Not yet.”

  Is he trying to kill me? He’s fully hard, too, his dick rubbing against mine, driving me insane. “What the hell are you—?”

  “Hey.” Candy appears at the door of the shower stall. She walks under the spray, naked, and my brain completely short-circuits. “Did you start without me?”

  “I had to get him ready,” Jet says over his shoulder.

  Wait, is he talking about me? I blink back at him as he turns in my hold toward her.

  “What about you?” she asks, and licks her lips, giving him a once-over, and fuck, just that has my cock twitching.

  “I’m always ready,” Jet mutters, his voice gone lower and raspier than before.

  He probably is. Jet is a horny bastard, and Candy… She’s my dream girl. Her honey-brown eyes are warm, her mouth lush, her hair golden, her curves… hell. She’s fucking hot.

  Jet reaches for her, drags her closer with a hand on her hip. He keeps the other one braced by my head on the Plexiglas, drawing us together as he buries his face in her neck. “Are the guests gone?”

  “Guests are gone,” she whispers back.

  It’s like a code word, and it strikes me as kinda funny, but I’m painfully hard, and off my game. Literally.

  And for some reason I’m suddenly cold, deep in my bones. There’s something bothering me, something I can’t fucking put my finger on, and now that Jet isn’t touching me anymore, it’s threatening to surface.

  Something he was telling me a few seconds ago, about—

  “Kiss me.” Candy presses her soft curves to me, winds her arms around my neck, and I lose the frayed thread of my thoughts. I can’t manage more than a pained grunt when she presses against my hard-on.

  Dipping my head, I crush my mouth to hers and grip her hips, rocking against her, lost in need. Fuck, she tastes of candy sugar, of strawberry candy floss.

  She runs her hands over my chest, down my sides, and I haul her closer. Need to get inside her.

  “Let me get her ready for you,” Jet says, and I barely hear him as I suck on her lower lip and fucking rut against her.

  Then his hands are on her, soaping her up, sliding up her sides to her tits, kneading them, rubbing her nipples.

  She kisses me harder, gasping in my mouth as he pinches her nipples, and the need to see what he’s doing becomes so strong I break the kiss and draw back, panting as she leans back into him.

  “God, Jet…” she moans when his hand moves down her belly, lower, between her legs, getting her all shiny and slick with suds. Her head drops back against his chest and his mouth fastens on her arched neck.

  Christ, I swear my dick hurts. I groan when Jet sinks down to his knees, pulling Candy down with him. “Jet, goddammit… Get back here.”

  What is he doing? Why are they leaving me hanging like this? I swear to God, I’m gonna fuck them both, one after the other.

  Jet brushes Candy’s hair over her shoulder, winks at me, the asshole, and smirks.

  “Wanna suck him off together, girl?” he whispers in the shell of her ear, and she shudders. “I think he’d like that. Look how fucking hard he is.”

  Suck me… Wait, what?

  Candy’s lashes flutter as Jet moves his hands back up to her tits, cupping them. “God, yes.” She looks up at me, licks her lips. “Show me.”

  Fuck yeah. In a trance, I watch as he slides her off him and they both kneel at my feet, the warm water beating down on us. My hands clench at my sides as they put their hands on my legs, grabbing my calves, looking up at me.

  “Fucking hell,” I whisper, because, damn, the sight of them like that has my dick leaking and burning.

  They lift their heads, homing in, and their hot breaths wash over my balls and my cock. A groan works its way up my throat, past my gritted teeth, when they start licking, dragging the flat of their t
ongues all over my cock—over the sensitive head, down its length, over my balls.

  Oh fuck. My hands unclench, my fingers splaying on top of their heads, partly to steady myself and partly to give myself the illusion of control. I like being in control.

  It’s hanging in shreds right now. I’m raw with need, and fuck, watching them lick at my cock is hot, but not nearly enough to get me off.

  My heart is booming. My stomach is clenched so tightly it’s cramping. And my dick is a burning ache, a throb echoing my heartbeat.

  “Candy… Jet.” Christ, I can hardly recognize my own voice, so hoarse and desperate. “Need your fucking mouth around my cock right now.”

  I’m not used to begging, but today I may make an exception. Can’t take this torture any longer. I want to fuck them. Both.

  “Go get him,” Jet huffs on a breath of laughter, and he starts to rise even as Candy’s mouth closes around my cock.

  “Oh shit…” My head thumps back against the tiles, my vision losing focus as her lips drag on my hard-on, setting off sparks along my overstimulated nerve endings. “Yeah…”

  Jet slides his hand around the back of my neck and seals my mouth with his, silencing me—and his taste, the roughness of his tongue invading my mouth, the aggressiveness of his kiss tips me over the edge.

  I cry out but he doesn’t pull back, swallowing the sound, sucking on my mouth. My body jerks against the warm wall of the shower stall as my dick erupts, and only Jet’s arm going around me prevents me from going down on my knees.

  Holy fuck…

  Then Candy’s lush curves are pressing against my other side, and Jet finally allows me to breathe, pulling back and grinning, his breathing harsh, his cock hard and hot where it’s pressed to my side.

  “Bed,” he says and slips his hand down to my spent cock, giving it a hard squeeze, startling a yelp from me. “Time for round two.”

  Sounds good to me.

  Chapter Three

  Jethro

  I know what family is.

  It’s what I have with Candy and Joel.

  I would fight the whole world to keep it.

  Wow, J is really out of it today. Normally he likes to be in charge, especially when it comes to sex, but after the blowjob in the shower, and the blowjob I’d given him before—so, okay, maybe I did tease him a bit too much today—he follows us dazedly to the bedroom, stumbling a little.