No Broken Bond

by Angel Payne

  His apology cut through my lust. “Dick,” I jibed. “Don’t apologize for making love to our woman. It harshes the mood, you know?” I tried to keep my voice level. Anger could cut the ju-ju just as quickly.

  He laughed but quickly sobered. “I’m so fucking hot, it’s going to be like my freshman year all over again.”

  “I don’t even want to know what you’re talking about right now. Just do it already. Fuck me, Fletcher!”

  I went for a full belly laugh, throwing my head back. Her bossiness came at the strangest times, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  My mirth went running as soon as she slid fully down on Fletcher’s cock.

  “Fuck!” Fletcher took a turn at the tossed-back head gesture. “Shit. Yesssss. So good.” His eyes closed tight and his neck strained taut, a mixture of agony and euphoria defining his entire body.

  “Been there, man. Now, just relax and fuck her.”

  I tried to talk him in off the ledge, but his balls were beyond blue, and our woman did have the most amazing cunt on the planet. Fletcher held her hips with both hands, though he caressed with his left hand while he dug in with his right, sure to leave bruises with its intensity. It provided enough stability to encourage Talia to rise up again, then slide back down with a wicked but graceful pace.

  She was so beautiful.

  She was so breathtaking.

  She was so ours.

  I watched them fuck like the shameless voyeur I was, stroking my cock in time with her movements, imagining I was the one inside her. I had to stop short after about the third stroke, since the images in my head became all too real.

  “Talia, fuck.” Fletcher’s thighs constricted. His feet dragged into the mattress, fighting to hold off the release his body demanded. “Baby, slow down. I can’t hold on much longer. You feel so good. Too good. Shit!”

  I stepped around, wanting to see the answering look on her face. She was flushed and panting, the pillows of her lips parted. Her eyes were brushed with a glaze of gorgeous desire.

  I reached up, palming the back of her skull. “Look at you. Our fiery goddess. You love his cock in your cunt, don’t you, Tolly?”

  “Yes.” She gave me the answer without hesitation or shame. She’d try to be coy about it until the day she died, but this woman was built for passion, desire and fire. “Yes, I do. I love it. I love his cock. It feels so good. So hard and full. Oh, Fletcher, you feel so good!”

  “Oh Goooodddd. Fuck!” One last lunge and Fletch froze on an upward stroke, his shout signaling his first orgasm in too damn long.

  God damn.

  I had to move in to satisfy my own needs. I thought I could be the martyr tonight, but now I had no interest in that role.

  At.

  All.

  I strode to the other side of the bed. The second I got there, crooked my finger at Talia. Her eyes were ablaze. After quickly kissing Fletcher, she crawled on all fours toward me.

  Perfect.

  “Turn around. I want to see your wicked ass, baby. Besides, I want you to get Fletcher back in the game while I fuck you.” I pushed her head down, forcing her face right into his lap. She’d know what to do from there. Something about a woman sucking your cock after it’s been inside her pussy was a dirty, dirty turn on. I knew the exact taste she’d experience when she took him inside her mouth.

  I slid into her soaked cunt without hesitation, issuing her next command as soon as I was fully seated. “Taste yourself on his cock.”

  Tolly paused for a second, debating if that was really something she wanted to be a part of, then went for it with aplomb. Our amazing, unafraid girl.

  “Fuck!” Fletcher yelped when her mouth covered his crown. Yeah, he’d be sensitive at first, but that was all part of the enjoyment. The heightened sensation would have him rebooting in no time. Dude had a quick reset time to begin with, but her hot mouth and his dry spell would probably cut the usual in half.

  In the meantime, there was her ass. Her ass.

  I was helpless against the temptation of both silken globes, raised so perfectly to my thrusts. I need to claim it deeper…

  Without announcing anything, I wet my index finger. With my other hand, I spread her flesh a little wider…then sank my digit at least an inch inside her tight asshole.

  Immediately, she tensed.

  “Don’t even think about shutting me out, girl,” I gritted. “Not. Now.”

  She moaned around Fletcher’s semi-erect cock. It sounded enough like a wordless protest that I smacked her buttock with ample force to bloom a red handprint.

  “Relax,” I mandated. “You love it when we get in your ass, too. I’m not buying the whimpering.”

  I leaned over her butt crack to let a strand of saliva drip from my mouth to the center of her cheeks. With the new ‘lube’, I probed deeper into her hole, twisting my hand with each stroke. Every time my finger plunged, the walls of her cunt closed in tighter on my cock.

  Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

  My God. She’d be the death of me.

  The hot, satisfied, ridiculously happy death of me.

  The muscles in her shoulders relaxed, sending that message all the way down the slope of her back. She trembled, raising her ass higher to me in offering. Who was I to deny the woman what she craved?

  I added a second finger to my assault on her ass. Began fucking her there in time to the rhythm of my cock in her pussy. She wouldn’t be the death of me. She’d already found a way to kill me and was now my sweet, searing angel, welcoming me to heaven. I could only wish.

  All too soon, the muscles of her channel fluttered. They gripped me tighter and tighter, telling me of her impending climax. She lifted her mouth off Fletcher, needing to release an urgent moan. That was just fine. I needed all her attention now. If he needed to get off again, he’d damn well wait until I did.

  “You ready to come for me, baby?” I gritted it, my breaths shallow with need. That was what happened when hearts worked on other things, like pumping gallons of blood into a demanding dick.

  “Yes. God, yes!”

  “I can feel you clamping down on me.” I pulled out of her ass, grabbing her hips instead. With my fingers, I clenched into her flesh, steadying her so I could pound my cock deeper. Jesus, thank you for this angel.

  I pumped and pumped and pumped, clinging to the edge of sanity. Hovering on the precipice of a release that had already grown wings, ready to fucking fly.

  “Drake. God! I’m coming. Oh, my God. Yes! Yes! So good. Sooooo…”

  I shoved her shoulders flat to the mattress. Angled her body so I could stab down into her, nailing her deep with my stiff, aching rod. Her pussy took it. All of it. Vibrated with incredible little flutters, milking the heat out of my balls and up my shaft…

  Until I exploded, too.

  “Fuck! Yes. God damn it, woman. Fuck.”

  I drove a few more times into her slick pussy before literally collapsing to my knees on the floor beside the bed. I leaned my head on the edge of the mattress. It helped with stopping the room from spinning while I caught my breath.

  I seriously wondered if I really had died—because never in my life had I experienced an orgasm as intense as that. And by that point, I’d had a lot of them.

  I finally struggled back up onto the bed—well, half of me—though my senses still dog-paddled in the vast ocean of post-coital bliss. Fletcher was already propped against the headboard with Talia snuggled into his side. I flashed them a loopy smirk and they both laughed. Best damn sound in the world.

  “Dude,” he muttered, rolling his head and frowning at the frat-boy sprawl of my body. “You okay?”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I mumbled then jabbed a finger at Tolly in mock-accusation. “I’m going to kiss you senseless, once I can feel my face again.” As she giggled, I groaned. “That was the best fucking load I’ve ever blown. Fuck.” Again, not so poetic, but all I could do with a numb face.

  Finally, I heaved the entirety of my spent body back up
, then slid over so Talia was sandwiched between us. My eyes were closing on their own, the sleep deprivation I’d been suffering since Fletcher’s accident finally having its way with me.

  “I love you. I love you both so much.” Talia’s sweet whisper wrapped me in warmth.

  “I love you, Talia Perizkova. With all my heart.” Fletcher was the first to respond.

  “I love yoooouu…mmmnnn.”

  And the curtain fell for the night.

  Show’s over, folks. Elvis has left the building.

  Don’t forget to tip your waitress.

  Epilogue

  Fletcher

  “Don’t you find it odd that in celebrating the social and economic achievements of the American workforce, we all take the day off from work?”

  “Nah, man. That’s all you.” Drake smiled while giving me a side eye, ensuring I knew he was playing. It was Labor Day weekend, and life was literally the best it had ever been.

  “Are you nervous?” Butterflies kick-boxed in my stomach as we buttoned our matching white shirts. Seriously. They were in there with their little mouth guards and gloves, throwing roundhouse kicks and upper cuts at the expense of my entire digestive system.

  “Not even a little bit. Wait…are you?” Halfway through buttoning his cuff, he met my eyes in the mirror.

  “No. Excited but not nervous. I can’t wait to see her.”

  “Yeah. Do you need help with the cuff?”

  “Nope. I got this. Therapy, dude.” I thumped my chest. “Good as new. Maybe better. We’ve come a long way, my friend.”

  “Yeah, man. We sure as fuck have.”

  His somber but tender words ushered us both into a reflective silence.

  “I still think she should be taking one of our last names, though.” Tradition was tradition, right?

  “She beat us fair and square.” Drake’s dark eyes sparkled with laughter as he brought up our three-way rock, paper, scissors match.

  “Pfffft. Who chooses paper? Like ever?”

  He threw his head back, laughing with unbridled sincerity. It made me smile even wider than I had been.

  All our friends were gathered in the spacious backyard of our new San Diego home. After the fallout with my parents and the car accident that had upturned our entire world, our decision about where we’d permanently settle had been decided once and for all. Drake and I had made some contingency plans with our businesses and put the necessary wheels into motion to establish west coast branches. The transition had worked out well for Killian and SGC, so we were confident we could make a go of it, too. There were still some gummed-up cogs in both our corporate machines, but we actually enjoyed the new challenges in our daily routines.

  The most glorious reward for our sacrifice waited for us every night in our bed, where all the stresses of the day disappeared. Talia, with her love and humor and sexy-as-fuck devotion, made all the efforts worth it. She was joyous to settle back into California life, where she could be close to her big family and the job she loved.

  Today, we celebrated the culmination of all those drastic changes—

  As well as a new beginning.

  Our life together, as fully committed partners to each other.

  Just a few minutes now…

  I still couldn’t believe we were here, and going to do this. She was waiting, too—waiting to declare our unique and perfect love in front of our closest friends, colleagues and family. Yeah, there were some significant faces missing from the crowd. For many, our relationship continued to be too unconventional for them to celebrate and we took that in stride. In the end, love was love was love and all that mattered was making our woman deliriously happy—and she’d made it very clear that this would be a huge way of doing that. What girl didn’t want to be a bride, walking down the aisle with love in her eyes?

  She’d surprised the hell out of both us one night during the summer with the idea…with her proposal. We had been outside on the patio, enjoying the cool ocean air after a sweltering afternoon, and she’d blurted she’d been wanting to ask us ‘an important question’, but had no idea how to express it in the right words. She’d sat between us, then handed us each one side of a pair of earbuds.

  As soon as she’d hit Play on her smart pad, Bruno Mars’ great voice had filled my ear. He’d sung to us about what a beautiful night it was, followed by the shocker,

  Hey, baby, I think I want to marry you…

  By the time our jaws had lifted from the deck, she’d produced two identical platinum wedding bands. And when the chorus hit—don’t say no no no no no, just say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah—we had both been grinning so wide, we likely had looked deranged. Hard to pinpoint the exact sequence of events after that, but we’d ended up in a sweaty naked pile right on the living room floor.

  Thankfully, Marcus had gone out that night.

  As I slipped on the jacket to my traditional tux, I looked at my best friend, who did the same. “I’m not sure I believed this would ever happen for us.”

  “Pretty crazy, right?”

  “Beyond.” We’d gone from legendary bachelors to two over-the-moon-happy grooms.

  Drake’s parents and sister sat in the front row of white wooden chairs set up on the lawn. They’d flown in a few days before and Talia had kicked into nonstop tour guide-mode, showing them all the visitor trappings of her home town.

  Drake and I were hitting our limit of abstinence after the second night of houseguests, but once he’d reminded me about the ‘slow burn’, we’d started planning our wedding night instead of focusing on our frustration.

  I fiddled with my bowtie for another minute and finally sent a help-me-with-this-shit look to Drake. I’d never been good at these damn things even before the accident. How Mr. Marine mastered the task was beyond me. I was supposed to be the one with all the finesse.

  After my accident, Drake had proved he was the master at a lot of things I’d never given him credit for. I owed him my life, now more than ever. He’d not only held his shit together when I’d been unable, but had given Talia the strength and stability she needed, too. I always said I’d lay my life down for him without a second thought, but he’d proved the sentiment went both ways by putting his on hold for me.

  Physically, I was back in pre-accident shape. All the muscle weakness had been conquered during intense physical therapy and, as soon as my energy returned, some casual water polo matches. We’d already joined a team in San Diego, ribbing Killian that he was too pussy-whipped to join us. Of course, that had prompted him to immediately sign the membership contract, too.

  The Stones sat right behind Drake’s parents. Killian beamed from the end, right beside his stunning bride and baby mama. Claire cooed at the swaddled pink bundle in her arms. Beside her, Margaux Asher and Michael Pearson sat with a fussy pink bundle of their own. Bets were already being placed on how long until that little princess was stomping her foot in demand. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree, after all.

  “All right, you two. It’s time. We ready?” Marcus ducked his head into the guest suite, where we were getting ready. Shortly after we’d gotten engaged to Talia, we’d sat down with him to float the idea of him moving to the west coast with us. Barely two seconds had gone by before he’d readily agreed. Southern California was hard to turn down.

  Talia’s father had relented and would give her away. Our relationship still wasn’t something her parents bragged about to their friends, but in the end, their daughter’s happiness mattered more than their stubborn ideals.

  I couldn’t wait to see her walk down the aisle to us. I’d been dreaming about it since the moment she’d set this crazy ball into motion with that damn song.

  “Let’s do this.” Drake’s drill of a rally cry shook me from my daydream.

  We took our places in front of the crowd. This was it.

  All the smiles and eyes were on us—until the first few chords of the romantic Russian orchestral song were played. While this ceremony was initially for us, som
e traditional things had been added to pacify Tolly’s parents.

  And there she was.

  The crowd turned in unison to watch as Talia Maria Perizkova appeared on her father’s arm at the far end of the rose-petal-covered path.

  Stunning.

  More than that.

  She took my breath away.

  She wore a white dress, of course, but that was where the similarity to any other wedding dress I’d seen ended. It looked ethereal, flowing from her arms in a gauzy, sheer fabric. The front dipped down in a deep V between her breasts, then gathered at the waist. The back was exactly the same, making me want to find a wrap to cover her with so every man in attendance wasn’t gawking at the perfection of her skin.

  She looked like a goddess

  She looked like an angel.

  It really seemed as if she floated across the lawn to stand with my best friend and me. We were the luckiest men alive.

  Vows were exchanged, tears shed by the three of us as well as most of the guests. Everyone there knew what kind of players Drake and I had truly been before we’d met Talia—well, except her family, and what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them in this case. The Perizkovas did sense the hell I’d put us through with the accident.

  But most importantly, everyone knew how much this amazing woman had completely changed our world.

  Had changed us.

  We had given Talia a pear-shaped diamond ring, selected with help from Margaux, Claire and Taylor. When it was time to kiss our bride, we were both ready to throw her over our shoulder, get the fuck out of here and find somewhere for a private ‘celebration’ of our own—but we were good. At least for now. We shared a meal, drinks and laughter with our friends and family, letting everyone bestow their well-wishes upon us. I felt like the king of the world dancing with Talia for the first time as one of her husbands. We spun her back and forth between us, basking in her radiant glow.

  Celebrating our love.

  Knowing she was our one.

  The one who made us whole.