Candy Ever After (Hot Candy Book 2)

by Jo Raven

  “You’re so funny, Jet.” I start frying the potatoes, and while waiting for them to turn golden, I start whisking eggs in a bowl. “Asshole.”

  “Fucktwat.” He wanders closer. “Whatcha making?”

  “Spanish omelet.”

  “I love Spanish omelet.”

  “I know.” I grin.

  “Shall I take the potatoes out of the pan?” Candy asks, and I nod.

  “Sure. Just don’t eat them.”

  She pouts. “You’re a cruel man.”

  “You’ll burn your mouth.”

  She shoots me a quick smile as she takes out the fried potatoes. I take over, pour some of the whisked egg into the pan, then add the potatoes, then more egg.

  This is gonna be one good omelet.

  If Jet doesn’t keep distracting me. He shoves so much banana into his mouth, my dick twitches. Fucking banana porn.

  “And what should we have for the party? Will you cook, or shall we order something out? Assuming you want everyone to come here,” Jet waves the damn banana around. “Otherwise we could go to a restaurant.”

  “No restaurant.”

  Candy nods. “It would be expensive, and I only work part-time now.”

  There’s that. My finances aren’t the best right now, either, but… “I want them to meet here, in our place. Our space. I want…” Oh Christ. “Jet, put that banana down, man. I can’t think like that.”

  “I’m eating.”

  “No, you’re giving it a blow job.”

  “You jealous?”

  “Yes! Stop, or I’m gonna burn this omelet, and probably the whole building down.”

  He laughs, a surprised, deep sound that has me even harder than before, and Candy joins in, her laughter like a crystal tickle in my mind.

  “You son of a bitch.” I try to muster a glare but fail spectacularly. “You’re doing it on purpose.”

  “Nah. But it’s a good idea.” He throws the banana peel into the trash. “Filing it away for future use.”

  “You want me to burn down the building?”

  “Hm. I got a better idea.” He presses his hard body to mine, fists a hand in my hair and crashes his mouth on mine.

  Salt, sweetness, Jet’s dark spice explodes on my tongue. His teeth scrape against mine, then bite into my lower lip until all I can do is moan and rock against him.

  Holy shit.

  Distantly, I hear Candy cheering. She’s a funny girl, and I want…

  His tongue lashes mine and fuck, I’m about to come in my pants, lost in sensation.

  Of course he decides then to break the kiss and grin at me, dark eyes shining. “This,” he pants, “is an invitation.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  I can’t catch my breath, and it gets worse as he starts pulling off his sweater and then his T-shirt.

  He saunters away, giving me a great view of his bare back, snagging Candy on the way out the kitchen door. “Get that omelet out of the pan and come to bed.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Jethro

  After all this time, I’ve let myself trust again. I stopped fighting it. Was it a mistake?

  Can you tell I’m scared? Yeah, I’m fucking terrified. I threw myself blindly into love and there’s nothing to do as I freefall but hope.

  Dragging Candy into the bedroom, I push her up against the wall, take off her glasses and kiss her. She tastes of sugar and toffee. She was probably at J’s stash before I came in. Fuck, I missed her today.

  I run my hands down her curves and slide them under her sweater, over her smooth skin. She bends under my touch, arches her back as I slip my hands down, under the waistband of her skirt, skimming her ass.

  Love this ass. It’s delicious, rounded, soft, so different from J’s muscular buns. She’s so different from him but my body responds to her instantly, my dick hardening, jolts of pleasure traveling up my spine.

  Rocking my hips against Candy, I draw back to suck in some much needed air and she shivers.

  Can’t wait for J to join us. He’s a ton of fun to tease. So dominant in sex, but so vulnerable in the space in between, on that tipping point between denying his desire and giving in. He just needs a shove in the right direction to relax and let go.

  He’s been much better at letting go lately, until he got stressed and wound up about his parents again.

  Time for a reminder.

  Right on cue, he appears at the bedroom door and leans on the doorjamb, watching us through heavy-lidded eyes. “I thought you’d be both naked by now,” he mutters, one side of his mouth curling up.

  “You can undress us,” Candy whispers, and the temperature in the room rises to scorching levels.

  I like the sound of that, and from the bulge in the front of Joel’s pants, I’d guess he likes it, too. He pushes off the doorjamb and stalks toward us, his hips rolling in that predatory way he has when he’s really focused on us, his mind running through scenarios of what he’ll do to us.

  “Start with her,” I say.

  Candy licks her lips. I reach behind her head and loosen her ponytail, letting her hair fall in soft waves around her head, running my fingers through the silky mass.

  Joel’s eyes narrow as he reaches us. His hand meets mine in Candy’s hair. He pulls her head back a fraction, dips his head and brushes his lips over hers.

  I take a step back, to give them space, but his other hand shoots out and he grabs my arm, jerking me against him. He straightens and the intense look he sends me shoots straight to my stiff cock.

  “And why aren’t you in bed?” he asks. “Get on it, now.”

  God, he’s so fucking hot when he gets all bossy. I step back, sit down and lie back, folding my arms under my head.

  I wink at him. Hey, two can play this game.

  Or even three.

  Joel watches as I flex my abs and shift my ass on the mattress.

  He has no trouble doing it every way possible with Candy—missionary, doggy style, with her riding him, from the side. But with me, it’s different. He hesitates. He isn’t sure how to be with me. Sure, he fucked me a couple of times, and he’s gone down on me a few more. The memory of all that makes my insides clench with need.

  But he rarely initiates anything, and when he does, it’s usually handjobs. See why I’ve never talked to him about me boning him?

  So you can imagine my fucking surprise when he says in the low, gravelly voice he has when he’s aroused, “Jet, I want you to fuck me.”

  Candy produces a squeaky noise, and he turns his attention back to her. “You do?” she whispers.

  “I… think so?” Now he sounds uncertain again.

  Dammit. Just when my dick was getting the message and getting trigger happy, leaking in my briefs.

  I sit up. “J. What’s going on?”

  “Is it a problem?” he asks darkly, brows knitting. He glances from me to Candy.

  “No problem!” She fans herself. “I’d totally pay to watch.”

  A flush spreads over Joel’s cheekbones. “Not right now, I mean… I’ve been thinking about it, that’s all.”

  This conversation is all weird with me sitting on the bed, my dick pitching the tent of a lifetime between my legs, and the two of them standing there.

  “Come here.” I reach for him, snag the hem of his sweater and drag him down with me. “Candy, too.”

  She climbs onto the bed and snuggles into my side. She pats my hard-on, and sticks her tongue out at me.

  “Candy,” I groan, still tugging on Joel’s sweater. “We need to talk.”

  “But I want to play with your cock.” She pats it again, and I pant at the pleasure shooting through my balls. “It’s so hard.”

  Joel’s gaze strays to my dick, too, and he sits down beside me. Oh, it was that fucking easy, was it? Just distract Joel with my hard-on.

  And he’s just as hard as I am.

  Candy shifts against me and the feel of her boobs mashed to my side makes me groan. Her nipples ar
e taut, tight points through the layers of fabric. I turn my head, burying my nose in the crook of her neck, dizzy with her sweet smell. I swear, the girl either rubs toffee over her skin every morning, or she eats so much of it that it soaks through her pores.

  Either way, she’s addictive.

  I need to talk to Joel, find out what brought about his sudden change of heart, this announcement out of the blue about me fucking him—but her hand kneads my cock, derailing my thoughts.

  I clutch at her, digging my fingers into her waist, hoping I won’t leave bruises but unable to relax my hold. I want… Both of them. Touching me. Kissing me. Owning me.

  Tonight the feeling’s stronger than on most days. Maybe it’s the fucking nightmares that kept me up again all night. Maybe it’s Joel’s uncertainty. Maybe it’s this looming family reunion we’re planning, and although I’m curious to see how it plays out, I’m also stressed about it.

  Families, in my experience, spell trouble and heartache and death.

  Candy’s hand is warm, the heat seeping through my pants, her small fingers strong as she strokes me. My eyes are falling closed as my balls tighten and my cock twitches.

  I try, though. “J… We hafta talk… Damn…”

  He chuckles softly and pushes me on my back on the bed. My head lands on the pillows and then hands are on my pants, unbuckling my belt, unzipping my jeans, pulling the clothes down. Leaving me naked.

  “He’s so gorgeous,” Candy whispers.

  “Yeah,” Joel says hoarsely.

  The hands move to my dick, gripping it, tugging on it, and I throw my head back, moaning. My body is on fire. Joel may take a lot to lose control, but I’m the opposite. Control is usually out of my reach when it comes to these two. My body chases after the pleasure, the touch, the thrill before my conscious brain has a chance to engage in any attempt to stop it for whatever reasons.

  Fuck the reasons.

  Besides, I’ll talk to Joel—as soon as I come and the blood stops flowing down to my dick, leaving me light-headed. I’ll need to restart my brain first, but it’ll be worth it. I’ll just—

  Heat closes around my dick and my hips rock up. Candy is sucking on my hard-on, her lush, silky hair cool on my thighs. Joel didn’t even get a chance to undress her yet and… Oh fuck, she takes me deeper and my thoughts implode.

  Or maybe my head has exploded. All I know is that I’m arching right off the bed, the pressure in my guts off the charts, and that I’m about to come.

  Hard.

  My hands curl in the sheets, a whine leaving my throat as the pressure becomes painful and I teeter on the brink.

  And fall with a curse, jerking on the bed, shooting my load, and Candy hums around my cock.

  Oh fuck. I jerk again, the low vibration sending more jolts of pleasure through my body, until I sprawl bonelessly back, gasping like a stranded fish.

  I shudder when Candy releases me and sits back, a smug look on her face. She has every right to look smug. I’m blinking back stars and darkness.

  “I love you,” I tell her.

  “I know.” But she sounds pleased. “Round two?”

  I manage to lift a hand and wave it back and forth, my eyes falling shut. “My dick will only rise as a zombie at this point. It’s dead.”

  “I bet we can get it to resurrect,” Joel says, and I manage to crack one eye to look at him.

  He’s undressing, tossing his sweater and shirt to the floor, then reaching for his zipper. He toes off his shoes and socks, pushes down his pants and kneels on the bed only in his white briefs.

  Never has a guy made white briefs look so good since the Calvin Klein underwear campaign with Travis Fimmel, I swear. The way they mold to his thick thighs and ass, the way they hug his package in the front… it’s fucking obscene. So damn hot.

  And then he ups the game by turning to Candy and starting to undress her. I lick my suddenly dry lips as he pulls off her sweater and blouse, leaving her in her blue lacy bra, her short skirt and boots. He slips the straps of her bra off her shoulders and down her arms, freeing her tits, and I swallow, my throat clicking.

  God, I want in, but I settle for watching as Joel bends his head to suck on her nipples. She twists her fingers in his hair, moaning, and fuck, he was right. My dick is slowly hardening at the show they put on.

  I dunno how Joel can stand it, to sit still and watch. Sure it’s exciting, but I wanna touch, and lick, and fuck. Sitting up, I grab my dick and give it a good, long squeeze.

  Joel kisses a path up to Candy’s neck and higher, to her mouth. “Do you want it?” he whispers against her lips, and she pulls him against her.

  “I want it. I want you both.”

  He slips his hand under her skirt and she moans, her mouth falling open. He’s fingerfucking her, I know from the way his hand moves and from the way her eyes glaze over.

  “Oh God, yes,” she breathes, leaning back, her skirt hitching higher on her hips, and now I can see Joel’s hand inside her panties, sliding up and down. “Oh God.”

  Unable to sit still any longer, I scoot closer and cup her boob, fastening my mouth on her nipple. She hisses my name, putting her hand behind my neck for support, and I scrape my teeth over the tight little nub, drawing a breathless cry from her lips.

  Joel puts his mouth on her other boob and she comes apart with a wail and a sob, shaking as her orgasm hits. I slide my arm behind her back as I lift my head, catching her before she flops back on the bed.

  “Holy crap,” she wheezes, then giggles. “I feel drunk. What did you guys to do me?”

  “It’s called an orgasm,” Joel states gravely, making her giggle again. “And it won’t be your last.”

  “I hope not!”

  I grin at her flushed face. “Who do you want inside you tonight, girl?”

  “I’ll fuck Candy,” Joel says before she answers, his voice low, “and you will fuck me.”

  Wait a sec. My dick throbs just at the thought of doing Joel, and I never thought I’d be arguing this, not in a million years, but…

  “We should talk first,” I hear myself say.

  “About what?”

  “About this.”

  Candy is panting, glancing from me to Joel and back, her eyes slitted. “Jet is right,” she whispers, her voice raspy. “This was too sudden. Does it have to do with your freak out about your parents?”

  “I didn’t fucking freak out.”

  “Uh-huh.” Candy sits up a little, then gasps when Joel draws his hand out of her panties.

  “Did I say you could move?” He leans over her. “I’m not done with you. Or Jet. Come on, man.”

  “Why do you want this all of a sudden? It’s coming out of the blue, J.”

  “It’s not. I want you to do me. Don’t you want it?”

  Fuck. “Of course I want it.”

  But there’s a wildness in his eyes. He’s trying to convince himself he wants this now, but he’s never even considered it before. Has no clue how it will feel.

  If he can take it. If he’ll like it.

  “J… It doesn’t have to be now, so soon.”

  “Sure it does. I want…” He shakes his head. “I want to be yours, too.”

  “Dammit, J, you are. You’re ours.”

  Candy, who’s been looking at us, a little wide-eyed, makes a tiny sound in the back of her throat and reaches for Joel.

  “Come here, you,” she whispers and grips his arm, tugging him to her. “I love you. We love you. You don’t have to do anything else, anything more. You don’t need a mark.”

  He lets her wrap herself around him, his face buried in her neck. “I need it. I need something.”

  He’s trying to prove to himself that he has made his choice. And somehow it makes my eyes burn. Because this, and the fact he’ll talk to his parents, and invite the family over, that he’ll out himself for real, and that he wants to meet everyone, it just… It fucking kills me.

  He’s the strong one, the confident one, but he needs us as much
as we need him. Needs us to help him bend before he breaks.

  “We’ll take it slow,” I whisper.

  “What do you mean?” His voice is muffled.

  “Trust me.” I scoot in behind him, put my hands on his shoulders and massage them. The knots of tension there are fucking massive. “Relax.”

  “Yes, relax.” Candy cups his jaw and kisses him. “We’ve got you.”

  He groans and grabs her face to kiss her in earnest, and a hot surge of excitement shoots from my balls to my dick.

  I have an idea.

  “Push Candy on her back and fuck her,” I say.

  “You’re giving the directions now?” he growls, but there’s a grin in his voice. He nips at her lips and she wraps her arms around his back.

  “He wants to watch,” Candy whispers. “I get that. I love watching you two together. It’s hot.”

  “Christ.” Joel lays her down and bends over her, dark hair falling in his eyes. “Let’s give him a show.”

  Now I just need to manage to stay focused enough to do this.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Candy

  “You may now kiss the grooms,” the Justice of the Peace says and I unveil my two boys and kiss them, one after the other. The Justice handcuffs our hands together and throws away the key. “Mrs. and Mr. and Mr. Riley, I hereby pronounce you a family.”

  (Candy’s Note: Yes, I know it probably won’t happen this way—I mean, veils and handcuffs? Only in my dreams—but this is my epilogue and nobody else will read it, so who cares?)

  From Candy Ever After (Unpublished epilogue to the serial Candy Boys)

  I’m lost in the feel of Joel’s mouth on my lips, his tongue winding with mine, his rough stubble burning me.

  He’s burning me, setting my body on fire even as the words spoken still echo in my ears.

  God, having Jet do Joel would be hotter than hell and the image sends a spark through my core, making me whine in Joel’s mouth. The tingle spreads to my breasts, hardening my nipples, and spreads in my belly, forming a heavy knot of need.

  The image also makes me want to hug Joel hard and tell him everything will be okay. He’s tried so hard all his life to be who his family expected him to be. He’s already broken the mold and found his own path, with us. But, being Joel, he feels it’s not enough.