No Broken Bond

by Angel Payne

  Finally, we all pushed back from the table with smiles on our faces and contentment in our hearts. And for Fletcher and me, a connection burning brighter than ever.

  I stepped over to snuggle into his lap again. With a long sigh, I pressed my forehead to his.

  “Do you feel it, too?” I whispered.

  “I feel a lot of things right now.” Again, he unleashed his rapscallion grin. As he lifted his hands around my waist, he took a sliding detour across my ass.

  “It’s back,” I persisted. “I can hear you again.”

  “I know,” he murmured. “I was waiting until you said something.”

  “Why?” I was genuinely puzzled.

  “Well, what if it wasn’t back for you? How crappy would that have been? You might not have noticed, but my ego’s been a bit fragile lately.” He smirked again, letting me know the self-deprecation would end there.

  “You’re right. But you know what? I don’t think our bond was ever really broken.”

  “No?”

  “No. Maybe bent a little, or buried. But there was no broken bond—for any of us. We just needed time. Sometimes relationships need that. We got a giant kick in our ass to make us realize it, but now we all know what really matters, what’s most important in our world.” I finished my speech with a kiss to his noble nose.

  “I love your optimism. I could use some of it at times.” His blue eyes danced, lighter than I had seen them in weeks, though traces of frustration lingered in the Caribbean depths, too. He already knew, and accepted, that happy didn’t cancel hard. Happy just made hard a word we could live with.

  I kissed him soundly, so damn proud of him. As I pulled back, I waggled my brows. “Well, stick with me, kid, and I’ll show you the way.”

  “You have yourself a deal, missy.” He swiveled his hips, digging his erection into my ass.

  “So naughty,” I whispered playfully. “Between you and him, a girl doesn’t stand a—”

  My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I gaped at him. He smirked back.

  “Mr. Ford?”

  He ground up into me again. “Ms. Perizkova?”

  “I do believe there is a…matter…rising between us.” I bit my lip. He felt so good. Damn, this boy was ready to go.

  “I do think you may be on to something.” His irises deepened, conveying a sole intent.

  Beautiful, irresistible man.

  I stretched and feigned a yawn, dramatically trying to reel Drake into our conversation. “Well, would you look at the time? I think I’ll turn in now.”

  “Yeah, pretty tired here, too. Drake? You coming?”

  Drake was already on his feet, having heard every word of our conversation.

  “If I’m lucky?” He rubbed the bulge in his jeans, groaning with the contact from his own hand.

  “I love you both so much,” I sighed.

  Drake scooped me off of Fletcher’s lap, soundly setting me on my feet. “Go get ready for bed, Tolly. And make it sexy, little girl. We have an anniversary to celebrate!” He swiftly smacked my ass before turning me in the direction of our room. Another swat and I scurried down the hallway to change.

  They wanted sexy, huh?

  Challenge accepted.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Drake

  Marcus left with a promise to give our offer some serious consideration. We would have his answer by Monday. I let him have the weekend off, figuring Fletch and I would be spending a lot of time making our woman scream in every octave available to the human voice and maybe that wouldn’t be a good first weekend for him in our employ, despite his beyond-cool attitude about our alternative relationship.

  If I had my way, there’d be a lot more than screaming involved, as well. Shit like moaning, clawing, gasping and plenty of carb loading in between. Thank fuck for Marcus and his lasagna.

  Fletcher was already settled into our bed, thanks to one last favor from his caregiver. Talia was hiding out in the bathroom, hopefully following my instructions to the letter. I turned out the last light, set the security alarm on the panel in the hallway and walked into our room.

  And stopped dead in my tracks.

  Fuck me.

  Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

  And all the saints.

  I’d be sure to confess taking the Lord’s name in vain next time I went into a confessional. That, and having impure thoughts. Oh, and premarital sex. And possibly coveting thy best friend’s woman.

  Screw the last one. Because I planned on doing a lot more to this woman, dressed so gorgeously in the specific ensemble I’d requested, than coveting. Besides, Fletcher was already grinning like a loon, so that cancelled out the sin. My Catholic grandmother had to be rolling over in her grave. Sorry, Grams…not.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, woman.”

  I wanted to be more poetic. I really did. But something about the sight before me, with the lingerie perfectly complementing her creamy skin, stripped me of coherent thought. Basic human intelligence fled as all the blood in my body rushed to one pulsing location.

  Between my thighs.

  Fletcher reclined against a stack of pillows in the middle of our bed. His hand already moved back and forth over the sheet covering his cock. He was loving and hating that boner at the same time. I couldn’t blame him. It was past time to get this show on the road.

  “Perfection. My God, you are perfection.” I moved closer to touch her but stopped. A quick plan coalesced in my mind. By its culmination, the woman would know how much we treasured her.

  God knew, we’d sucked the big one lately in showing her.

  I walked backward until my knees hit the bed. Whipped my shirt over my head then tossed it to the floor. Except for the two seconds of the shirt’s fly-by, I forcefully held her gaze.

  When she took a step toward me, heeding the command she saw in my stare, I held up my index finger. “No. Stay there.”

  She’d be obeying me tonight. Just not in any of the ways she thought.

  She swallowed so hard I could see her throat undulate from where I stood. She already knew something would be different, just not exactly what. Her slight uneasiness was my king-size aphrodisiac. This was going to be so much fun.

  She gulped again, bringing on a quick mental image. I saw her swallowing my cock down her throat, just about like that.

  Fuck.

  I shucked my jeans and boxers in one efficient action. They joined the pile started by my T-shirt, topped off by my socks.

  I moved to the bed. Stacked up the remaining pillows so I could lie exactly like Fletcher. I quickly pulled the sheet over my lap, mirroring everything about his position. We were exactly the same—no longer the one who could or couldn’t—equals from the start.

  As it should be.

  “Turn around,” I quietly ordered Tolly. When she just stood, frozen to the spot she was on, I raised an expectant eyebrow. “It hasn’t been that long, baby. You shouldn’t have forgotten your manners.” I kept my voice flat and demanding—in the tone that turned her pussy into an aroused puddle.

  Her nostrils flared with an inhalation of fortifying air. Without any more hesitation, she pivoted on the balls of her feet. That extra touch stretched her leg muscles, enhancing the long line of each limb.

  “She’s killing me. Literally. Death. Right here.” Fletcher spoke directly to me.

  “I feel you, man. Look at this outfit.” I switched from my conversational tone with him, back to the Dominant authority she responded to. “Spread your legs a bit, baby. Perfect.”

  Now, we could see just a sliver of open space between her thighs, accentuating the glorious swell of her ass cheeks. She wore the palest pink, or maybe it was peach—I couldn’t fucking tell the difference—butterfly-shaped lace panties. Each ass cheek was barely covered by a butterfly’s wing, stretching up to meet the band of satin fabric connecting the front to the back. The bra matched in style, lace cups providing a peek-a-boo view of her dusky nipples through the lightly colored lace.

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p; “Turn back and face us.”

  Though she heeded my demand, her face conveyed sheer confidence…feminine power. She knew exactly what her body did to our resolve. The longer we stared at her form, the hotter we’d be by the time we touched her.

  “Come closer.” I waited as she moved, swaying her hips with the two steps she advanced. “Stop there.”

  “Dying.” Fletcher’s graveled husk broke the air.

  “Right? You can see her pussy through that lace.”

  Another rough swallow from our girl. She was still uncomfortable when we talked about her sex. From experience, I knew it also turned her on beyond measure.

  Fletcher sat up higher, ensuring he got the best angle. “No kidding. I can see it, too. My mouth is watering. It’s been way too long.”

  I tilted a ‘Hey, bro’ glance at him, as if we simply discussed water polo strategies or the blueprints I’d brought home from the office. “We could fix that.”

  “I’m not so sure. I’ll come in the sheets the minute I smell her.”

  “Then I can fuck her while you watch.” Not a bad idea at all. I could take one for the team. It was dirty job, but…

  “No,” Fletcher insisted. “Not tonight. I need to be inside all that.” He pointed back to Talia like she was an object instead of a living, breathing, thinking person. But that was also part of my game. Sometimes the woman started thinking so hard, even at times like this—hell, especially at times like this—Fletch and I swore we could hear the gears in her mind turning.

  “You guys.” She extended the final hiss, clearly getting irked.

  “Did anyone ask you to comment right now?” I arched a new brow, as if I were disappointed.

  “No.”

  “No what?” We didn’t go for the yes-Sir-no-Sir protocol, but I always expected her to express herself fully.

  “No. I’m sorry,” she finally answered.

  “Come closer. Right here.” I held my hand out for her to take. When she was in the spot I indicated, I dropped her hand. The loss of contact made her shoulders sag.

  “Turn around again, so we can see your perfect ass.” She obliged at once. God damn, she had a delectable rear. “Now put your hands on your knees and bend forward.”

  “Drake!” She leveled a glare over her shoulder that would castrate a weaker man. It made my dick swell to painful intensity, almost rendering it impossible to keep my features neutral while cocking my head, challenging her to cross me again.

  A few beats passed. Slowly, she complied. I sat forward and ran my index finger down her spine, ending at the waistband of those naughty, sexy panties. I did it again. A third time. I loved watching the goosebumps spread across her back and thighs.

  “You like this? You enjoy it when I touch you?” My tone was antagonistic—again very much on purpose. I knew she trusted me—hell, probably saw right through me—but very clearly, the woman loved my ruthless boss veneer.

  “Yes.”

  And there was the proof. Her shaky, breathy, oh-God-what-will-you-demand-next tone.

  “Yes, what?” I barked it, just to keep her on her toes. It was a cruel game but so, so much fun. She loved this. Her pussy lips were convulsing against the crotch of those heavenly panties.

  “Yes. I like it when you touch me.” She sighed and hung her head until her chin touched her chest.

  “Reach back and slowly pull your panties down.” Fuck. Yes. “Stop there.”

  The magnificence before me…dear, sweet, bloody hell. I was tempted to scoop up my phone and snap some memories to keep, for our eyes only. Taut thighs. That incredible ass, cupped by those peachy lace panties…

  “Christ. I’m going to explode over here. Stop tormenting all of us.” Fletcher’s voice was tinged with fresh pain.

  “It’s called the slow burn, my friend. Makes the fire even hotter when it ignites.” My tone was still matter-of-fact. Just two guys, having a normal convo up in here.

  “Except it’s been months of burning for me, man.” As if he needed to remind me.

  “Talia. Pull up your panties before you kill Fletcher.”

  She looked back over her shoulder, thumbs tucked in the band of her sinful undies, not sure if I was calling the whole thing off or just changing tactics.

  “Do it!”

  My sharp dictate made her jump. When she settled, she huffed again, then complied. This, right here. It was the best part of her participation when I fucked around with her this way. When she pushed back, just a little, it fired every fucking cylinder of lust in my body. She always yielded in the end, but the tiny bit of rebellion always made my dick surge.

  Just like it did now.

  For a second, I glanced to the tent I pitched under the sheet. I’d avoided touching myself, afraid Fletcher wasn’t the only one about to come apart, but that resolve might have to be changed. Fast.

  “Climb up on the bed and straddle Fletcher’s face.” I motioned to my buddy and his strained scowl.

  She shot me another glare.

  Silly girl.

  “What? Are you the shy thing again now?” I rolled my eyes dramatically. Her pussy had been on that man’s face more times than I could count. Ordering her to do it simply added another element of forbiddance. An element she loved.

  Fletcher’s eyes were riveted on her as she walked across the foot of the bed, approaching him from the other side. She looked over to me, only to find my impassive stare. Not sure how much longer I’d be keeping that up, either.

  She climbed onto the mattress, gracefully hitching one thigh over his groin before resting back on her heels.

  “Do you need an anatomy lesson, young lady?” I pointed directly at Fletcher’s mug, now lowered to the mattress after I pulled the pillows out from underneath him. “All aboard, baby. Now.” I swung my eyes to Talia to punctuate the command.

  She didn’t huff this time. With her chest pumping, her lips parted and her thighs flexing, she raised her knees then scooted up his body. Inch by inch she wriggled into position, until she hovered just over his mouth and nose.

  “My God, is this a sight. I don’t know how much more I can take, if I’m being honest.” I reached under the sheet, finally stroking my swollen cock.

  “This was all your idea, dickhead,” Fletcher gritted back from between Talia’s thighs.

  “Says the poor guy with the world’s most delectable pussy an inch from his tongue. What are you waiting for, dumb shit? Get in there.”

  With a deep groan, Fletcher pushed his face up into her cunt. His groan turned into a growl. He was separated from the heaven only by the thin lace fabric. He inhaled deeply, reveling in her luscious, musky smell, before nuzzling into the center of her arousal with his nose.

  A low moan curled out from deep in Talia’s throat.

  “That’s a good girl. Let him hear your pleasure, baby. Don’t ever hold that back from us. Now, pull your panties to the side. Show us your naked clit.”

  My cock jumped when she reached down and jerked the lace to the side. Her tan fingers, the peachy fabric and Fletcher’s wet tongue were all jammed into the space between her legs. It was so fucking hot, I had to pinch the head of my dick to stop the threatening orgasm. Eventually I would convince her to let me video one of our nights together—or at the very least, get some pictures. For now, this exact frame would be preserved in my memory forever.

  “You are so fucking sexy, Talia.” My voice was deep and throaty, rumbling through my chest. “Let him take you with his mouth.”

  Her chest rose and fell with more violent breaths. Her nipples jutted through the butterfly wings, so hard and erect…perfection.

  Fletcher ate at her with ravenous enthusiasm. She was in the perfect position, too. His bum arm and leg weren’t even a problem. He could reach all he needed to.

  Something shiny caught my eye on the nightstand. When I realized what it was, I had another brilliant idea. I snatched the scissors up without either of them noticing me. They were lost now, giving and taking a hot, st
eady flow of pure desire.

  “I love these panties, baby.” I caressed her ass again, enjoying the tactile feel of her silky skin and the scratchy lace coming together. “But, sadly, we’ll have to get a replacement pair.”

  It took her a few seconds to register what I said, but she snapped a panicked look toward her hip just as I slid the metal scissors under the fabric and sliced through it.

  “Drake!” she shouted.

  “Sorry?”

  “Not sorry,” Fletcher added in a mumble from between her thighs.

  I quickly kneeled up then scrambled across Fletcher’s legs to the other side of the bed. There, I gave the other connecting waistband the same treatment. I pulled the ruined pair of underwear from between her legs and threw them to the ground.

  “Now, your hands are free for other things.” I waggled my eyebrows at her suggestively when she looked at me over her shoulder, making her burst out in laughter.

  “Fuck, I love that sound.” I closed my eyes and smiled, letting the feeling wash over me. True happiness for the first time in months. We were all finally home again. I wanted to hold on to this sensation forever.

  “I need to fuck you, Tolly.” Fletcher snarled it while trying to move her down his body. “Please. God damn. I can’t take it anymore.”

  Talia eagerly shifted, clearly loving that idea. Since I still stood at the end of the bed, I grabbed the flat sheet with one hand and yanked it all the way down to the footboard.

  Like a magician’s act, Fletcher’s hard cock appeared from under the material. Talia’s smile widened when she saw how aroused he was. It went without saying that we were all relieved to have survived the impotence phase with few battle scars. If that had gone on much longer, I wasn’t sure even I could restore Fletch’s manhood for him.

  My friend reached down and gripped his cock, stroking the full length a few times while we watched. “I need you so badly, baby. Now. Please.”

  “You don’t have to say it again, my love. I need you, too. More than you’ll ever know.”

  She held herself over his shaft while he gripped at the base, steadying the angle. “This is going to be the quickest, most embarrassing fuck of our lives. I promise it won’t be like this again.”