Ours: Book Six in The Everett Gaming Series

by Drew Sera

  She was sitting between us now, and our hands were all over her body. At one point, I had to remind myself to slow down. I didn't want this to turn into a negative session for us and end up being too much too fast. When I slowed my movements, Anthony caught on too and ended up removing his hands from her body. He leaned back on his elbows and watched me make out with her.

  As I dominated her mouth, Sydney ran her hand up Anthony's thigh and took hold of his crotch. By the look on his face, she clearly had hold of his erection that was straining the fabric of his pants. I knew Anthony was in heaven, so I encouraged Sydney a bit.

  “Look at him, baby.” I tilted her head to look towards him. “You drive him wild. Look at the desire in his eyes. He loves it when you rub on him just like you're doing. Do you like rubbing on him, baby?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said as her dainty hand worked over the fabric.

  “Rub him harder.” I glanced at Anthony to see how he'd react. I knew he liked to be handled firmly and rough at times. Anthony needed it like that. He's always been like that, and I think he's been reluctant to tell her to be rougher with him out of fear of how she'd react. But his pupils had dilated, and he gazed intensely at Sydney as his chest rose and fell rapidly.

  “Go ahead, baby. Unzip his pants and let him out,” I encouraged.

  She got up on her knees and moved closer to him. She had his pants unzipped and was rubbing his erection over his boxer briefs.

  “Harder, Sydney. He likes it.”

  She smiled and began working him over, and I was certain that she could see how much he loved it. My cock ached just watching her rub on him. I leaned back, unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out of its confinement before moving closer to where she was leaning toward Anthony. I rubbed my cock against her sexy ass while she stroked Anthony at her pace.

  Sydney pushed Anthony's shirt up revealing his midsection and the leftover evidence of a knife wound and his scar. She let her hand move under his shirt up to his chest and settle on one of his pecs. I could tell that she was squeezing Anthony which was revving him up.

  “Fuck, yes, sunshine. Just like that.”

  He tilted back his head and closed his eyes. Sydney lowered her head and rubbed her face over his boxer briefs. More noises of pleasure came from Anthony, and I think it fueled and encouraged Sydney. She tugged his waistband down freeing his erection, then she went down on him.

  “Yeah, Sydney. Suck my cock, sunshine.”

  I knelt behind her and tapped her butt so she knew to give me some room. In one hand Sydney held the base of Anthony's shaft firmly, and her other hand was up under his shirt squeezing his chest muscle. I put my cock against her pussy and let it bob around for a few moments, and when she started pushing back against my cock, I pushed inside her. Fuck, she felt good. Too good for me to behave myself much longer.

  “Sydney, baby, what do you say if you want to stop?”

  “Red, Sir.”

  “Good girl,” I said. “Hold onto Anthony because I'm going to fuck you hard.”

  I held one hand on her hip and reached the other one up to wrap around her shoulder and began to thrust for all it was worth. I pumped that pussy of hers, and without warning, I let the orgasm rip from my chest as I yelled my release. I was panting and breathing hard. I leaned forward and leaned my forehead between her shoulder blades while my cock was still spurting. Fuck, it's a good thing Anthony and I can't get her pregnant.

  “Fuck, sunshine. Get on my cock,” Anthony instructed.

  He and I took hold of her hips and set her over his cock, and he pulled her down on him in one move.

  “Ah!” Sydney gasped.

  I pressed my chest against her back and cupped her breasts while she rode Anthony. I encouraged her to reach forward and rub on him. This is an excellent way to keep Anthony connected and grounded; touch him how he likes and needs.

  Sydney's hands were under his undershirt, but she seemed restricted. Anthony let go of her hips, grabbed the hem of his dress shirt and yanked on it in opposite directions pulling it open instantly. He raised himself up just enough to pull his undershirt over his head and then lay back down and took hold of her hips.

  “Now, fuck me, sunshine,” Anthony bit out as he began guiding her hips up and down while she rubbed and gripped at his bare chest.

  Their eyes were focused on one another, and all that could be heard for a while were pants and heavy breathing. Anthony's eyes narrowed slightly before he shut his eyes, tilted his head back and yelled his release as he filled Sydney. His hands gripped Sydney's hips firmly; I could see his fingers pressing into her skin. As he was coming, Sydney dug her nails into his chest causing his release to grow louder and more intense.

  “Christ! Fuck, Sydney…fuck!” His voice was raw and scratchy now. He let his head drop down to the chaise cushion with a huge smile plastered on his face.

  I kissed Sydney’s back and shoulders as I told her how happy she makes us and how much we love her. She was smiling and began to pull her hands off Anthony's chest, but he quickly let go of her hips and held them over her hands against his chest. He opened his eyes to look at her. He needed that connection.

  “I love you so fucking much,” he whispered.

  Anthony pulled her closer so she would lay down on him. I let go of her so she could get the necessary cuddles she needed from him, and that he needed from her. I sat close to them and rubbed her back while we came down some.

  “That's an awesome way to come home, huh, Col?”

  “It was absolutely incredible.”

  We all sat close to one another for a little while longer, and when I noticed that Sydney was starting to doze off, I gently rubbed on her to keep her awake. We needed dinner and a bath. The three of us had very little energy though, so we needed something quick. I picked up Anthony's dress shirt from the floor and helped Sydney into it. I buttoned it in the middle and tweaked her nipple through his shirt. She looked cute and so tiny in Anthony’s shirt. When she stood, she wrapped Anthony's tie around her waist and tied it.

  “There, now it's a shirt dress with an accessory. What do you guys think?” She asked and did a mocking model pose.

  I looked over at Anthony who was still flat on his back, and he looked up at me and then we both smiled ear to ear and pulled her close to us to hug and hold. Anthony and I couldn't get enough of her. Eventually, I stood and buttoned my pants so I could begin taking care of getting some food ready.

  “Will you guys be okay for a few minutes while I make some dinner for us?”

  Sydney stood again and said she'd help. I kissed her forehead and put her back in Anthony's arms.

  “Baby, I want you to stay put in his arms.”

  Anthony caught on of course. Sydney had wanted to help, but after sex, she really needed to be held for a while. She gets chilled and needs the physical connection. As I was getting some stuff out of the pantry, they came into the kitchen and sat at the table. He was in his undershirt again and had her wrapped in a throw on his lap.

  Sydney cuddled against Anthony while I made a quick dinner of soup and sandwiches. As I moved about the kitchen, I'd glance up at them every now and then. He held her in his arms and against his body as a precious piece of art. And she was that and more to Anthony and I.

  While we ate, I decided to tell Anthony about Saturday night. This year was different, and Sydney was absolutely thrilled about throwing a birthday party for him. She and I were still going to do something with just the three of us, but we wanted to incorporate our friends for a get together too. We had such a wonderful support group to help us through the worst parts of our lives while Sydney was gone. I wanted to have all of them over. The plan on Saturday was that Sydney and Gina were going to decorate and get ready for the party while Matt and I took Anthony out golfing. We haven't been golfing since Sydney was taken.

  “Sydney, tell Anthony about Saturday, baby.”

  She smiled and I could see how excited she was. She set her spoon down, wiped her mou
th and rubbed her hands together.

  “We're having a birthday party for you!”

  The girl couldn't contain her happiness, and I couldn't help but smile and laugh a little. Anthony just glanced between Sydney and me as if he couldn't comprehend what we were saying to him. It wasn't rocket science, but he looked dumbfounded.

  “A birthday party,” Anthony finally said while continuing to look at us.

  I nodded and started to worry that he wasn't happy about this for some reason. He didn't look angry but he looked confused. Sydney started explaining it sweetly.

  “Yeah, a party. Your birthday is coming up, and Colin and I wanted to throw a party for you.”

  “You guys wanted to throw a party...for me?”

  “Yeah, and we'll have cake and food. Oh! We need to find out what kind of cake you like…” Sydney went on and then I interrupted her.

  “He likes chocolate cake.”

  “Great, me too! So we'll have chocolate cake and other food, and we'll have some people over and...and why are you looking at me like that?” She asked him and tilted her head sideways.

  Anthony let out a small laugh and took hold of her hand.

  “No one has ever thrown a birthday party for me. I can't wait, I'm actually excited.”

  Sydney and I looked at one another and then back at Anthony. His parents were such fucking assholes, I swear.

  “What about when you were little? Did you ever have any friends over to celebrate?”

  I held my breath. Anthony shook his head and Sydney looked sad and didn't understand how he never had a birthday party.

  “Not even one?” Again, Anthony shook his head. “What about a present? Did you ever get a present?” I quickly prayed that there was something pleasant in his past, but I feared that might have been absent too. I remembered how he told me that his best Christmas gift was when he didn't have to see Bruce and Connor. Fuck. Anthony smiled and leaned against the table and shook his head.

  “Sydney, my mom, and step-father weren't into that. My mother had me very young, and my father was thirty years older than she was. They never married or were ever together. I never saw much of him until I was in high school. He’d call me around my birthday though. My mom did end up marrying the douche bag who hated me. I was always in their way, and he constantly reminded her that he hated me. My mom, would in turn, remind me what a mistake I was. We had a calendar in the kitchen and every January when it'd go up on the wall, I'd race to it when I was little and flip to March to write my birthday in the box. For a few years, I'd go ahead and write my name and draw a balloon in the box. After I drew it, her husband would take a marker and blackout the entire box where I put my name. He'd tell me they didn't celebrate mistakes. This went on for a few years, and by the time I hit second grade, I just stopped writing it on the wall.”

  Sydney and I were dead silent as we listened to him share his memory of almost not existing in his home.

  “Did they ever do anything in school on your birthday? I know lots of times, they'd do stuff in my classrooms,” Sydney asked.

  A dark shadow crossed Anthony's face and I remembered that Bruce's asshole friend was the principal of many of the schools Anthony went to. Oh fuck, suddenly I felt like I was sweating.

  “Yeah, in elementary school we got a little hat or crown. It was a birthday crown or something like that. Maybe a sticker or something. I never took them home. Just tossed them in the trash on my way.”

  I had a feeling he left out some unpleasant parts of the story just in the way he glanced over at me. Jeff and I had fantastic birthdays. My parents often would take a handful of our friends to a baseball game and then back to the house for cake and pizza. Stuff like that. Anthony had none of that. His day was blacked out.

  “Did you have birthday parties when you were younger, sunshine?” He was trying to shift the direction of the conversation.

  “Yeah, my mom would make cupcakes the night before my birthday and I'd help frost and decorate them. I put M&M's on each cupcake and we'd take them to my classroom. I'd also have a few friends over. In middle school, I had sleepovers a few times. It was fun.”

  "Sounds like it and I’m sure you made sure your cupcake had a green M&M on it. Did you get a present each year?” Sydney nodded and smiled when Anthony asked her what her favorite present was.

  “Hmm, that's a tough one. Probably the year I got a Barbie and Ken doll that came in swimsuits and the inflatable pool. Their swimsuits changed colors when they got in the water.” Sydney smiled fondly at the memory. “How about you Colin, what was your favorite present?”

  “My favorite? Jeff and I always wanted sports stuff or Hot Wheels. I think my favorite was the year he and I got the side by side Hot Wheel raceway.”

  “I always wanted those He-Man, Masters of the Universe action figures. I thought Skeletor's florescent glowing head in the cartoon was so cool,” Anthony said as he finished his sandwich.

  I remembered those toys, and we started talking about them and how cheesy the cartoon was and the moral or lessons to be learned at the end of the episodes. We both loved it of course though. Matt and I would watch it while we did our homework.

  It was bath time for us now, and I told them I'd clean up the kitchen if they went to start the tub. The second they were out of sight, I grabbed my cell and quickly found a website that sold collectible He-Man toys. I found a handful of the action figures and bought them all with overnight shipping. There. He'd have the best birthday ever. As I quickly put the dishes in the dishwasher, I couldn't help but think of how Anthony barely survived his youth. He was hated, and they often reminded him of that. Probably on a daily basis. Jeff and I grew up in an environment that would make Anthony’s head spin.

  I walked closer to the sound of laughter and giggles, and my heart began feeling lighter. I leaned on the doorway of the bathroom and watched Anthony holding her hands together in one of his hands above her head. He was brushing his fingertips on her sides causing her to giggle.

  As I watched the two of them, I couldn't help but think of how this world is full of sick assholes. Here were two of the nicest most selfless people in the world yet they were both treated like shit. Tortured, emotionally and physically for many years of their youth or young adult lives. Despite everything, they were the most grounded people I knew. Life hadn't been fair to them. I was lucky to have them.

  “Is it tub time or are you going to fondle our girl in front of the mirror all night?” I joked as I began pulling my clothes off.

  “Tub time,” Anthony set Sydney's hand in mine and motioned for us to get into the warm vanilla scented water.

  I lay awake propped up on my elbow facing Sydney. She and Anthony were both asleep, and I lazily stroked her hip while I stared across the room at the photo of the three of us together. I knew this was hands down our favorite photo from that photo shoot. I felt restless now and somewhat nervous and anxious about tomorrow. I have been telling Sydney not to be afraid to go shopping and refuse to let her live in a bubble, scared. But now that our shopping trip is tomorrow, I'm nervous for her.

  I needed to tell Anthony of my plans for tomorrow afternoon. I think he will be supportive of it because he knows it will help push her forward. Gina hasn't been back to their shopping hangout since the abduction. According to Matt, Gina has been plagued with guilt. So this trip will be good for both of them.

  Wide awake, I turned to look at the clock on the nightstand. 2:15. I was lost in my thoughts regarding tomorrow when I felt Sydney growing restless. I propped myself up and put my hand over her stomach. Ever since Anthony shared his insight on how calming that gesture can be, I've been trying to use it more with Sydney. I hated to wake her, but Anthony and I swore not to let her struggle through what we thought might be a nightmare. I bent to kiss her forehead and gently shook her arm. Her eyes opened, and I could see the leftover terror. She realized though that it was just a dream and she snuggled up against me.

  “It's okay, baby. Just a dream.�
�� She wrapped her arms around me and nodded into my shoulder. “You're safe, Sydney.”

  Subconsciously Anthony knew she had moved, and now he was awake and looking over at us on alert. He moved closer to us and rubbed on her back which was facing him. Eventually, she fell back to sleep. I ran my fingers over the heart of her collar and smiled at it. She was ours, and we'd keep her safe.

  7

  Friday, March 7th

  Colin

  After Anthony and I made Sydney come twice, we took a shower and then I sent her downstairs to begin breakfast. Our oral session went a bit longer than we intended and Anthony was running behind. I had the day off, but he still needed to get ready. I was all ready and decided to use this time to talk to Anthony about the shopping trip this afternoon. Anthony was tying his tie when I blindsided him.

  “Sydney and I are going shopping this afternoon for your birthday.”

  His lopsided smile appeared and he started over on his tie. He said for us not to get him anything and that he had all that he wanted and needed with Sydney and me.

  “We're going down to the outdoor shopping mall on the Strip.” I paused making sure he was listening. “To the place where Paul took her.” I didn't have time to say anything else because Anthony whipped around and stared at me.

  “What the fuck, Col? Why would you take her there?”

  “Anthony, we're not living in fear.”

  “Fuck! Why do I have a feeling you've had this planned for a while? Does she know?”

  “Of course. I wasn't going to spring that on her. She's nervous, but I told her I'd be right beside her and wouldn't let go of her. Matt and Gina are going too.”

  I had meant for that info to be a bit of comfort, but it had the opposite effect. Anthony yanked the tie off and tossed it on the dresser.

  “Fucking wonderful. I'm sharing the bed with you and her, and I'm the last to fucking know.” He shook his head and picked his tie back up to start again. “Never mind. Maybe you don't have to tell me a fucking thing.”