Something New

by Cameron Dane

She placed her hand over his heart, reveling in the heat and perspiration glistening over his hard flesh as much as the thump pounding against her palm. Lifting her gaze to meet his, she felt an almost little-girl grin push up her lips. “That was…” Everything I’ve fantasized about for the last ten months? Abby didn’t feel certain one single word existed that was expansive enough to embody what she had just done with Rodrigo.

  “Insane?” Rodrigo supplied as he tilted her mouth up for a brush of his lips. “Times a hundred?”

  A familiar rich voice entered the conversation. “That was fucking incredible is what it was,” Braden said from a position at the entrance to the kitchen. Already stripped down to just his jeans, the man stood with a new overnight bag at his feet, his boots, belt, and folded shirt resting on top of it. “I always figured you guys were about to explode at any minute, but I had no idea it would end up being a display like that. There were moments where I thought you might hurt each other.”

  Braden moved into the kitchen with catlike grace, and if Abby had learned anything about reading him lately, she would say he was a man on the hunt.

  For Rodrigo.

  With Rodrigo still inside her, Abby grew even wetter and turned her smile on Braden.

  Rodrigo growled at the bastard. He knew what he’d said to Abby about Braden’s getting excited hearing about this moment. But in real time, Rodrigo had not given the man permission to watch him take Abby. Not for the first time. Not when it had felt so much more personal than Rodrigo had ever imagined it could be.

  Circling his fingers around his root and the base of the condom, Rodrigo gently withdrew from Abby’s body. “How long have you been standing there, Crenshaw?” As sharply as Rodrigo bit that question off, he turned back to Abby, brushed her mess of wavy hair gently away from her face, and asked, “Are you all right?”

  Abby’s cheeks already glowed with the aftereffects of their mating, but she still somehow managed to get rosier. “Yeah. I’m fine. Better than fine.”

  Satisfaction rolled through Rodrigo, warming him for this woman again. Then he turned a hard stare on the man standing way too fucking close and growled out his question again.

  “I was here almost from the beginning, I think,” Braden replied. It looked like he leaned closer and breathed them in, his eyes sliding half-closed for a moment as he did it. “You guys were so into each other you didn’t hear me coming up the stairs.”

  As much as Rodrigo didn’t want to, he couldn’t help his gaze wandering over the sinewy lines of Braden’s bare chest or stop his blood from resurging and pushing for his sated body to revive once again. For the moment, nothing visible gave Rodrigo away, but everything in him wanted to grab his jeans up from his knees and cover his cock.

  Don’t do it. Don’t let Braden see you sweat around him. Fucking get yourself back under control.

  Right then Abby nudged them both back a step and hopped off the counter. “How’d you get in, Braden?”

  “Iris was locking up when I arrived, so she let me in through the store. I came up through the back room.”

  “Oh, all right, good. I admit that I pretty much forgot anybody was downstairs.”

  The voluminous folds of Abby’s skirt settled back around her hips and thighs, covering her to just above the knee and creating an enticing, almost forbidden picture of a topless woman wearing a modest skirt, cowboy boots, and nothing else.

  “I can understand why.” Braden chuckled, turning as Rodrigo did to stare at Abby moving about the kitchen.

  Abby flushed with more color, all the way down to her small, perfect breasts, and Rodrigo’s libido pushed to come alive again.

  Poised at the refrigerator, Abby suddenly moved back to Braden, an ocean of intense blue in her eyes. “Are you okay with this?” She looked at Braden but reached out and grabbed Rodrigo’s hand, linking their fingers tightly. “With what happened? With what you saw?”

  “My sweet Abby.” Braden crooked his finger under Abby’s chin and brushed a lingering kiss to her lips. “Part of what makes me so attracted to the two of you is how much you want each other.” Braden took Abby’s free hand and pushed it down over the obvious bulge pushing against the front of his jeans. “See?”

  “I did suspect that, Detective. You have been dropping good hints.” Abby laughed for a moment, but then the melodious noise died and she became subdued. “As long as we don’t hurt or lie to each other. All of us.” Her voice went husky, and Rodrigo had to imagine she’d let her thoughts drift to her mother’s infidelity. “That’s all I care about.”

  Something dark muted Braden’s gaze. Barely a hint, but Rodrigo saw it.

  Before Rodrigo could assess the brief change, Braden curled his hand around Abby’s nape and kissed her forehead. “I won’t, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I promise.”

  Forgetting about Braden’s momentary slipup, Rodrigo brought Abby’s hand up to his lips. “Hey.” Her fears, no matter how big or small, worked into Rodrigo and latched on, tugging at his heart. “It’s not gonna happen.” He turned her hand over and pressed a kiss to her wrist. “I won’t let it. Okay?”

  “Okay.” She nodded and attempted a smile.

  Braden then dipped down and whispered something in Abby’s ear, too low for Rodrigo to catch the words. A grin—a real one—slowly captured Abby as Braden went on, followed by a nod from her until Braden finally angled her face up and descended on Abby with a kiss. It started out as something soft and chaste but grew in steadying degrees until Braden clearly had Abby’s mouth at his mercy while his hands worked her skirt back up to her waist.

  Whimpering with that sexy little purr of hers, Abby seemed to fight the dominance of Braden’s kiss. She turned the tables on him and shoved her hands down the back of his jeans, pushing the loosened fabric ever more completely down to his hips.

  Shit, Rodrigo couldn’t stop staring. As much as it stuck in his craw to admit it, he understood why Braden hadn’t been able to walk away when he found Rodrigo and Abby going at each other on the kitchen counter. It was mesmerizing to watch up close. Fucking arousing too.

  Braden suddenly grunted and tore himself away from Abby, only to lean back in to take her mouth one more time, hard and fast, before pulling away. “Fuck, honey, you’re good.” He walked the length of the kitchen, breathing heavily.

  Once again, Rodrigo tried not let his gaze linger where Braden’s jeans barely stayed on his hips, but the indentation of his spine that led down to the cleft of his ass was right there as he passed, and Rodrigo couldn’t make himself turn away. Braden’s sharp, angular lines of male perfection appealed to all Rodrigo’s senses as fully as Abby’s softer, creamy skin and pretty girl-next-door features did.

  His back to Rodrigo and Abby, Braden planted his hands on either side of the kitchen’s entrance. “Christ.” He let go to reach inside his jeans, wincing as he certainly adjusted his prick. “I’m going to need a minute now to pull my act together again.”

  Abby circled slowly around Rodrigo, starting at his back. She ran the tip of one finger in a shivery line across Rodrigo’s ass to around his hip and let it come to a stop an inch away from his dark thatch. “Take all the time you need, Braden.” She ran that finger up Rodrigo’s stomach and scraped his nipples, shocking a gasp out of him. “He probably needs a minute too.”

  Rodrigo went scorching hot and icy cold—at the same time—the second that pronoun left Abby’s lips. He?

  “Wait.” Rodrigo bit his cheek as Abby scratched his hardening nipples again, but his heart stopped for a handful of beats when Braden returned, clutching a few things in one hand. “What are you doing?”

  Braden set a box of condoms and a container of lubricant on the counter. “I’m not going to fuck you red and raw or bare, Santiago.” Braden went ahead and pushed down his jeans and underwear, setting his jutting cock free. Stepping out of his pants, Braden offered another one of those predatory smiles. “At least not yet.”

  Shit. Rodrigo’s rectum sucked in convulsively even
as his mouth watered at the sight of Braden’s thick, stiff cock. I want that thing inside me somewhere, anywhere. Confused by his attraction but still so fucking full of wanting this man, Rodrigo didn’t move, understanding that remaining in place was tantamount to giving permission for Braden to take his ass. Shit.

  His breathing still a little uneven, Braden moved in close to Rodrigo’s side, so close his erection pushed against Rodrigo’s hip. Rodrigo clenched his teeth and swallowed the needful noise that wanted to escape him. He pushed some with his shoulder, feeling like he needed extra space.

  Braden didn’t back off one bit. With his dick right there—right fucking against Rodrigo’s flesh—the man said, “Your cock is something special, Santiago.” He dropped his gaze and let it linger at Rodrigo’s groin. “But you still might want to take that off before you get too hard again.”

  Rodrigo looked down at his still-sheathed dick. “Shit.”

  Braden flashed another fast smile Rodrigo’s way. “Now you’re just trying to get me hot for you.”

  “Bastard.” Rodrigo reached down, but Abby, flanking Rodrigo’s other side, pushed his hand away.

  She rubbed up against Rodrigo, matching the torment of Braden’s cock brushing against Rodrigo’s thigh with the press of her breasts to his arm. “I’ll take care of it for you.” She folded to her knees and looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes as she peeled the used condom off his prick and tossed it away.

  Right there on the floor in front of him, Abby surely saw the first visible twitch from Rodrigo’s cock. His dick moved on its own just at the sight of Abby kneeling before him.

  Abby manipulated Rodrigo’s leg and put his boot in her lap. “Let’s get the rest of this stuff off you.” As she undid the laces, somehow making removing his boots the sexiest damn act in the world, new heat suddenly rode Rodrigo’s back and pushed his penis to half-hard.

  Braden.

  Rodrigo felt the man’s tall, sure frame behind him, right up against him—not too pushy, not too far away—and the moan Rodrigo had been able to suppress previously vibrated out of him now. While Abby removed the rest of Rodrigo’s clothes, Braden kept the contact at Rodrigo’s back light, to something Rodrigo might think were accidental brushes of their skin if he didn’t know exactly what Braden intended to do to him.

  Shit. What I want him to do to me.

  Forget a half-hard prick. Rodrigo’s penis pushed to full staff smack in front of Abby’s face and under Braden’s watchful eye. His legs suddenly betraying him, Rodrigo found himself leaning against Braden, searching for support.

  Immediately, Braden wrapped an arm around Rodrigo’s waist, fitting their bodies to each other as if it were something they’d done a thousand times before. Rodrigo’s head naturally fell against Braden’s shoulder, and Braden angled his so their mouths nearly touched. “You really do have an impressive cock, Santiago.” As Braden spoke, he slid his hand down Rodrigo’s belly and pushed his fingers through Rodrigo’s thatch of thick, tight curls. “I started getting turned on the second I walked in on you and Abby, but when you told her you were gonna fuck her mouth hard soon, you almost pushed me over the edge right then and there.” Braden crept lower and took the base of Rodrigo’s dick in his fist.

  He licked at Rodrigo’s mouth and darted past the seam with his tongue. “Look down at her and watch,” Braden said, his voice low but firm. “I want to see you do it right now.”

  Rodrigo turned his attention to Abby. He watched Braden control the situation and guide Rodrigo’s penis to her slightly parted lips. He nudged with the moist head, easing in just a bit, and Rodrigo released one of his hated noises as Abby probed his slit with the tip of her tongue. Braden pulled Rodrigo’s dick back only to guide him into Abby’s mouth again, an inch or so this time, long enough for Abby to roll her tongue all around his glans. Braden then withdrew Rodrigo’s cock. He repeated the process over and over again. Each time Braden gave Rodrigo a hint of the heaven awaiting in Abby’s mouth, he took it away, only to give him a little bit more the next round, but never the full length and never long enough to allow Rodrigo more than a taste of the talent he knew lay beyond Abby’s lips.

  It didn’t take long for Rodrigo’s balls to ache and his dick to feel so rigid he thought one stiff hit could break it off. “Please, Braden…” Rodrigo wanted inside Abby’s mouth so badly he rubbed his ass into Braden’s cock, uncaring of what it would invite Braden to do that much quicker. Right now, every nerve ending on Rodrigo’s penis shrieked for full contact, and he could care about nothing but gaining relief. “Stop playing. Let me have all of her.”

  Braden slid his hand away to rest on Rodrigo’s hip. He put his mouth on Rodrigo’s ear and said in a commanding voice, “Do what you imagined when you said those words to her. Do it right now.”

  Moaning his agreement, Rodrigo slammed his hips forward and buried his cock in Abby’s mouth, taking her more roughly than he knew he should but unable to stop until his slit kissed her throat. She accepted his cock without gagging and even grabbed on to his hips when he moved to step back in horror over how brutally he’d shoved his full shaft into her mouth.

  Her nails sinking into his flesh, Abby bobbed up and down Rodrigo’s cock, delivering the hottest swirls from her tongue. She quickly moved to sucking Rodrigo so goddamn hard it felt like she tried to pull his spine out of his dick.

  Good God, she’s incredible.

  Abby’s enthusiasm only pumped more blood to Rodrigo’s cock. Now that he knew she reveled in having a man stuffed in her mouth, he lost the sliver of control he’d briefly regained over his actions. Rodrigo sank his fingers into Abby’s thick red tresses and tilted her head back so he could see every inch he shoved into her mouth. He pushed past her rosy lips and invaded the wet, hot recesses on the other side in repeated full thrusts. Abby sucked in her cheeks and created the most insane suction on his length when he withdrew, and then she curled her tongue around the bottom side of his cock every time he sank back inside. Blue, blue eyes looked up at Rodrigo through each raw thrust he delivered—no fear or disgust—and if Rodrigo hadn’t shot a load minutes ago, he would have spent himself right then, just looking into Abby’s eyes.

  Instead, Braden yanked Rodrigo’s head around and fused their lips together, grinding one hard male mouth against another. Braden kissed Rodrigo with enough force to create bruising, and the brutality of it ripped a desperate need out of Rodrigo to be owned by another person. As Rodrigo opened up for more, a moan from deep within rumbled up through him and into Braden, making Braden groan right back and claim ownership of Rodrigo’s mouth with a somehow more invasive, rough kiss.

  Rodrigo kissed Braden as best he could through the haze of pleasure consuming him. But the man also began running his hands all over Rodrigo’s stomach and chest, around to his hips, and up his sides, abrading Rodrigo’s flesh with tantalizing scrapes of coarse, large, masculine hands. Rodrigo almost couldn’t tolerate the onslaught of aggressive contact. And that didn’t even take into consideration what Abby continued to do to him. She still had her mouth wrapped around his cock, making it feel as if she tended to every single nerve ending inside his shaft one lick at a time. Rodrigo could barely function through two people so completely focused on his pleasure, wrenching more and more joy out of every inch of his being.

  Just when Rodrigo thought he might break down and beg for mercy, Braden broke the kiss. Rather than give Rodrigo a reprieve, Braden brushed his mouth over the side of Rodrigo’s neck to his nape and then kept going down his spine, delivering shivery light kisses straight down the middle, his touch so gossamer light it pulled goose bumps up in its wake. Rodrigo knew right where Braden was headed, but the first twirl of the man’s tongue into the dip at the base of Rodrigo’s spine still made him gasp and shiver.

  Braden kept right on going, not giving time for Rodrigo to prepare…or to tense up with fear. Braden pushed Rodrigo’s ass cheeks apart and licked his way down the crack, not stopping until he fluttered his nubby, fucking w
onderful tongue right on Rodrigo’s hole.

  “Ohh God…” Rodrigo jerked away from the shock of contact only to shove himself right back into it; in doing so, he pulled his cock out of Abby’s mouth. Braden licked Rodrigo’s pucker again, stirring never-used nerve endings to flaming life. He then rubbed two fingers into Rodrigo’s taint, putting just enough pressure to make Rodrigo’s thighs shake. Rodrigo doubled over at the waist and grabbed on to the counter, finding an anchor as he closed his eyes and offered his ass to Braden with a plea for the man to tongue him again.

  Braden accommodated Rodrigo’s wishes. With each flick or stab Braden delivered, sometimes accompanied by a smack against his buttocks, Rodrigo’s passage contracted, his balls pulled heavy in his sac, and his cock swelled to painful stiffness.

  With his focus so concentrated on what Braden was doing to him, Rodrigo didn’t immediately process a tearing noise followed by a clicking sound. A light, tickling brush of contact against his inner thigh finally snapped Rodrigo out of his sensual fog. He blinked out of his temporary world of darkness just in time to see Abby folded between his legs, rolling a condom onto Braden’s rearing cock. She lubricated his length and finally squeezed a small dollop of the clear stuff onto his fingers.

  Oh fuck. Rodrigo’s heart beat so fast and loud he could hear it roaring in his ears. It’s really going to happen.

  His muscles went tight with a mix of anticipation and a flooding return of cold fear that iced his insides. Rather than Braden’s ramming tree trunk of a cock tearing open Rodrigo’s ass, Abby rubbed and kissed Rodrigo’s legs, soothing the tension vibrating his muscles. Braden reversed his descent to Rodrigo’s ring by kissing his way up through Rodrigo’s crease, lingering at the sensitive small of his back, and darting licks up his spine to his nape. The ascent ended with Braden folded over Rodrigo, his chin on Rodrigo’s shoulder, and his cock resting right between the hills of Rodrigo’s buttocks.

  Something much smaller than Braden’s prick suddenly pushed against Rodrigo’s asshole. Rodrigo inhaled sharply, but Braden was right there at his ear with that smooth voice of his, saturating Rodrigo with his presence in another way.