Bodhi
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Tongue busy licking Kate’s nipples, Audrey moaned her approval, her joy, her ecstasy. Then Peyton said, “Smell Katy Kitten.” His juice-soaked fingers were under Audrey's nose. “My fingers were just in her cunt, Audrey.” He painted her swollen upper lip with pussy. “You can smell all of us now … even Gav through his jeans.” He laughed.
“Four more lashes,” Gavin said, a strain in his voice. “Then we fuck. All of us. We’ll all fuck you tonight, Audrey. No more waiting. Each of us will finally have a piece of you.”
And then, he counted as he rained pleasure across her ass. Everything this meant to him was apparent in each syllable that followed.
“One. Two. Three. Four.”
He dropped the paddle, then swatted Audrey's cheeks with the palm of his hand. “Put on your dildo, Kate, and lie on the couch.”
While they waited for her to prepare, Gavin had Audrey stand, and then he gripped Peyton’s rock-hard length and pumped him while she watched. Peyton cupped Audrey's pussy and fucked Gavin’s fist. All three of them grunting, fighting for air, filling with a balloon of lust she hoped would never pop.
Audrey no longer came between the men — although she stood between them — as Gavin and Peyton shared a kiss Audrey could feel lighting a magnificent fire inside her muscles and bones.
She didn’t come between them … she joined them. They would all join.
“Okay,” Kate said, chest glistening, nipples hard. A huge, lifelike-looking cock was strapped to her body, pointing up and ready.
“Isn’t she pretty, baby girl,” Gavin said, Peyton’s cock still secure in his palm. “Isn't Kate beautiful?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Thank her for accepting this gift.”
“Thank you, Kate,” Audrey said, and both girls had a few tears streaming down their faces now. “You’re beautiful. Thank you for accepting my gift.”
Audrey's body was in an upheaval. Like nothing she'd felt before. Emotions coming and going. Stomach swirling. Head burning with fever.
“God…” Kate moaned as Gavin guided Audrey toward her, then placed her on the faux cock.
He spread open her folds again, baring her clit and hole for them all to esteem. “Your gift.”
“Yes,” Kate hissed, and Peyton slipped his fingers between the women’s bodies and began to play with their clits.
“Take her all the way,” Gavin whispered to Audrey, and she relaxed. “Take her cock. Yeah ... like that. Fuck her, baby girl.”
After Audrey rode Kate — up, down, fast, slow — for a few minutes, she then bent forward and sucked on Kate's tits while Gavin started to finger Audrey's asshole, preparing it, stretching it, filling it with lube.
Peyton fucked his own fist, keeping the fingers of his other hand between the women, fondling them, urging them on with filthy words and a sly smile.
“Audrey,” Gavin said and removed what felt like three fingers from her asshole. “It’s time. You'll be filled with all of us tonight. Do you want this?”
Each word he uttered … a dream she’d dreamed long ago.
“Yes,” she choked out.
And now she trusted the love enough to follow through with what had always been much more than fantasy. It was expression, acceptance, living life to the fullest this side of reality. She’d become someone who walked without fear and loved without boundaries.
“Sir,” Audrey breathed out the moment the tip of his dick breached her asshole. She tried not to rock her clit against Kate's body or Peyton’s hand. Tried not to objectify Kate's breasts or imagine the taste of Peyton's dick. Tried not to explode with an orgasm threatening to crumble the walls of her uterus. “Please…”
“Don't you dare fucking come yet.” He thrust himself inside her hole to the hilt — never any preamble with Gavin.
“Fuck, man,” Peyton said.
“Open your mouth, Audrey,” Gavin ordered, and Peyton put his tip there. “Slow at first. Yes?”
“Yes,” they all agreed, finding a rhythm soon after the word left their mouths.
Three people claiming a hole. Three connections. Three different types of love.
Audrey made sure to feel each of them together and separately. Physically, yes, but spiritually too. The connection they shared hadn’t faded with the lost time. Prolonging the orgy had been worth the wait.
Everything Audrey had struggled against for years, and finally accepted, had readied her for being open tonight. Heart and body and mind. The love they all had for each other pulsated through her body via their thrusts, their cocks, their whispers, their sighs.
The love may have varied in intensity and type between the four, but it wasn’t lacking.
Nothing was missing.
Kate brushed away Audrey's tears and mouthed I love you while Audrey nodded in understanding of their quad accord.
“It's okay, Audrey,” Gavin said as she shook a little in his grasp. “My precious girl. We all have you, want you … care for you.”
“I love you, Gavin,” Audrey said after releasing Peyton for a moment from her mouth, but she spoke for the benefit of each pair of ears, full of the tears and energy she harnessed. “Please, Master.” She was a cable connector, electricity passing between her, outstretching to the other three.
“Yes, beautiful girl,” he said.
And Audrey released, crying and coming, sagging and moaning … each hole filled to the brim. Two overtaken by friends. The third sealed by her Dominant, her partner — the man who wasn’t a husband but an owner, a protector, a savior.
Filled.
Loved.
Contented.
In the moment, Audrey stayed.
Happy.
Not chasing anything that would fade.
Not afraid.
Not dreaming.
In love with Gavin.
Room in her heart for others.
The four of them would fuck all night — that was what they'd planned on doing: laughing, talking, eating, and fucking … maybe sleeping — and then Gavin and Audrey would go home in the morning. To her home. Their home. The one they shared with her sons. Not pretending. They could do whatever they chose.
And tonight, they’d chosen to initiate Audrey into … not hedonism, but a circle. They’d chosen to use Audrey's body as a vessel. And tonight, she’d chosen to be the sacrifice. The reason. The final piece of the fucking puzzle.
They all fit together — the way it was meant to be.
Peyton would dominate Gavin (occasionally).
Kate would love Peyton (always) and Audrey (a fucking lot).
And Gavin would only give his heart and soul and mind to Audrey. He would only share her with his two best friends (mmm … probably).
The collar signified she was Gavin's alone, his to do with as he pleased. And right now, Gavin and Audrey were beyond pleased because both of their feet would remain wherever the fuck they planted them ... so long as their toes touched solid earth.
They were grounded in love and kink. They made their own fucking rule book.
The End
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THE SOUTH BEACH CONNECTION TRILOGY
A unique combination of women’s fiction and romance
Books must be read in order
LANDSLIDE (Book 1)
WANDERLUST (Book 2)
CONTINUUM (Book 3)
THE OCEAN IN HIS VEINS (Book 0.5)
STANDALONES
BODHI
THE FLYAWAYS
Acknowledgments
Jesus Christ. This book…
This was one of those stories that grabbed me by the throat (no pun intended) and wouldn’t let go. It came to me hard and fast (pun intended), and I couldn’t spit the words fast enough.
Nope, my mom hasn’t read it.
And some lovers of God and Jesus may never understand it, or they’ll pass judgment. And that’s okay. This is
life.
I’m glad you took the time to consider it, and I hope the emotions were something you tasted and touched and could see … not just read.
My family respects what I do more than anyone. My husband and children inspire me to be the best I can be. They love me, and I’m grateful.
My editor, Monica Black, is a Godsend. She has the right words at the right times, not just in the margins of the manuscript. And she gave me a hell of a lot of fabulous suggestions.
Kate Heywood is a friend I never expected to meet. I suppose that’s how great friendships start… She pushes me, makes me better, and she’s really funny. And she campaigned for the name of the book. And won!
Thank you to the parentheses. I used them a lot in this novel because I’m weird and I can.
Thank you to another Kate and Audrey for having been beautiful and strong, for doing things in what some have called a “man’s world” when it wasn’t popular to do so, like wearing pants and loving who you wanted to.
It takes a village! Thank you, friends and bloggers, for reading and sharing. Thank you, Najla, for making my first man cover and doing it beyond what I could’ve imagined. Thank you, Cassie and Devon, for proofing. Thank you, Sarah, Kate, April, Renee, Sierra, and Mellie, for advising and critiquing! Thank you, Leslie, for being a champion for ALL writers, and for looking for any remaining pesky little typos!
There are a few nods in the book as well — to friends and authors and people I think are pretty freaking amazing! Did you catch any?
Big hugs and kisses to you all!
And now, I leave you with one wish: when you feel repressed or suppressed from the burden of society’s “rules,” follow the advice of Audrey’s therapist:
“Break them!”
…within reason, of course. I mean, we’re not talking about robbing banks or anything. *wink*
About the Author
A.R. Hadley writes imperfectly perfect sentences by the light of her iPhone.
She loves her husband.
Chocolate.
Her children.
And Cary Grant.
She annoys those darling little children by quoting lines from Back to the Future, but despite her knowledge of eighties and nineties pop culture, she was actually meant to live alongside the Lost Generation after the Great War and write a mediocre novel while drinking absinthe with Hemingway. Instead, find her sipping sweet tea with extra lemons on her porch as she weaves fictional tales of love and angst amid reality.