by Julia Talbot
“Here then,” Sasha agreed, grabbing the tab of Liam’s zipper and pulling.
Sweet relief. The cold air came as a bit of a shock to Liam’s skin, but damn Sasha’s hand around him felt good. Hot and rough, that hand pulled at his cock, stroking from base to tip, the side of Sasha’s wrist bumping Liam’s balls.
When Sasha backed off to pull at Liam’s jeans, it made him groan in protest, missing the weight of that big body he’d been trying to get rid of just seconds ago. God, he was easy.
“Hush,” Sasha said, stroking his ass as it became bare. “I’m right here. We just need fewer clothes is all.”
Liam struggled to turn around so he could touch Sasha too, but Sasha pushed him back down, holding him with one hand, his message clear. So Liam stayed there, head dropping between his shoulders, chin on his chest as he breathed in the cooler air that came as the sun went behind the mountains, making him shiver. His nipples drew up to tiny points, almost painful, the sensation so good he grunted, his hips swiveling as he tried to get more, now.
Finally Sasha came back to him, covering him, rough hair and hot skin all up on him as Sasha’s chest pressed to his back and his cock settled against the crease of his ass. “Better?” Sasha asked, breath tickling his neck, stirring the hairs there.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.” He really didn’t. It felt illicit, and stupid, what they were doing. It also excited him to the point where his balls felt like stones, drawn up hard and tight.
“I do.” They started to rock, Sasha laughing with what sounded like pure joy. “I know. You like it. God, you feel good.”
“Oh, shut up,” Liam growled. He needed to just feel, let the sensations take him out of himself, if this was ever gonna work. “Shut up and touch me, Sasha.”
“I can do that,” Sasha agreed, and the man was as good as his word.
Skin touching his top to bottom, Sasha slid one hand over him and propped up on the other to keep from pushing them both to the ground. That hand moved from Liam’s throat to his chest, stopping to pinch his hard nipples, then down his belly. Sasha hummed in his ear at each change of location, really testing his skin with those rough fingers.
All Liam could do was rock back and forth and try to get more, his growls coming low and continuous as pleasure had him soaring. He could forget who held him if he really tried, but he didn’t even need to do that. He just needed for Sasha’s jeering voice to go silent, for his body to take the feeling and run with it. The memory of some of the things Sasha had done to them as younger men added to the heat.
With his thick cock prodding him, Sasha rocked, finally touching Liam’s own cock again, his hand closing around him and pulling. Liam all but howled, his whole body arching and shuddering, his hips dipping to get more of Sasha, letting the slick, hard flesh against him slide up and down until he could feel Sasha against his balls, pushing up and under.
“Yeah,” Liam panted. “Good. There. Come on.”
“Does that mean I can talk now?” Sasha asked, but every bit of mockery was gone from his voice and the only thing left was need.
Liam could handle that. “Yeah. Yeah. I… Sash. I can’t. I need to come,” he said, feeling like he was gonna explode.
“Then come for me, babe,” Sasha said, that growl sending shivers up Liam’s spine. “Come for me. Show me.”
His body shook as he shot. Hot come spattering the ground beneath him as he rocked back and forth. On top of him, Sasha moaned, jerking and thrusting, all sense of grace lost. It took a second, maybe two, before Sasha was coming on his ass, hot and wet against his balls, the rest dripping off to join his own come on the ground.
“Come home with me, Liam.” Sasha made it half order, half plea.
For all of his earlier protests, Liam couldn’t find it in him to say no. There was so much unsaid between them, and he still thought he might hate Sasha, but despite that, he wanted to do exactly what Sasha asked. So when he opened his mouth, all that came out was, “Yes.”
Chapter 4
The phone rang about seven a.m. and Sasha groaned, rolling to reach for it and coming up against a solid, hard body that couldn’t possibly be Jenny’s.
Oh, yeah. Liam.
Sasha grinned wide, feeling more like a Cheshire cat than a wolf, and grabbed the phone, stroking Liam’s back with his free hand. “‘Lo?”
“Sasha? Hi. It’s uh… It’s me, Jenny.”
Wow, she sounded tentative and contrite. Poor Jen. She had no idea. Now was not the time to break it to her, either, but he would, soon.
“Hey, Jen,” he said, rolling to his back to keep Liam from snoring into the phone. “How’re you doing? We didn’t upset you too much, did we?”
“If you did, it’s not your fault. I… about Liam. I’m so sorry, Sasha. I meant to tell you.”
He could almost hear her chewing her lip like she did when she was upset or nervous. He thought it was the cutest thing. “I kinda knew, Jen,” he said. “I could smell him on you, and you kept telling me you had reasons.”
She chuckled. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“Well, it should. I mean, I knew you were sleeping around on me and I still wanted to be with you.” Let her chew on that.
“Oh, thanks.” She paused, and he could hear her drawing breath. “Would you be willing to meet with me and Liam? I know you two said you weren’t exactly on friendly terms, but I’d like to sit with both of you and explain.”
“Sure,” he said, grinning while thinking she could just come on over now and get them both, but that might tip the delicate balance of this situation and make both Jenny and Liam run. “When?”
“I don’t know. Liam isn’t answering his phone,” she replied, worry creeping into her voice.
“I’m sure he’s fine. He was pretty upset, but when I last saw him, he was okay. Maybe he just went for a run or something.” Sasha didn’t want her to worry, even if he couldn’t tell her how he was so sure Liam was just fine.
“Well, if you’re cool with it, then I’ll call you as soon as I get a hold of Liam. Maybe we could meet at my place? I’m sure Myra will vacate for an evening.”
“You bet, love. I’ll be there.” Sasha reached out to cover Liam’s mouth as the other man stirred, not wanting him to alert Jenny. When those green eyes widened and Liam started to struggle, Sasha shook his head, waggling the phone and mouthing, ‘Jenny’. Liam relaxed immediately.
“Thanks, Sasha,” she said. “I… thanks. I’ll talk to you again soon. I really do love you, you know?”
“I know, sweetie. I do. Just let me know when, okay? Bye.”
“Bye.”
She hung up and Sasha stretched to put the handset back in the cradle, rubbing all along Liam as he went. “Morning.”
Liam blinked at him, then groaned. “God, why the fuck did I come home with you?”
“Because I’m irresistible.” That went over like a lead balloon. Sasha heard it in Liam’s low growl. Still, he couldn’t help but tease more. “You know you love it,” he said, tickling Liam’s ribs.
“Fuck off,” Liam spat, rolling away. Then Liam rocked back into his touch.
Hoo, yeah. The mouth said no. The body said yes. Sasha moved even closer to Liam, his hand slipping to the small of Liam’s back as he leaned in to take a kiss, his mouth against Liam’s. Liam’s lips were still swollen from the night before, and his beard felt scratchy and short against Sasha’s chin. Hell, Sasha figured his own whiskers scraped just as bad. That was one advantage to loving on a man instead of a woman. No tender cheeks to burn.
Jenny had her advantages too though. Like not having to pretend to fight him like Liam did.
Liam squirmed out from under him, panting, rumbling, those green eyes full of fire. “Stop it. I gave in last night because I was horny. I needed release. Today is a brand new day.”
“Yeah. Today you’ll give in because you want to. Come on, Liam. It’s good between us.” Sooner or later the stubborn idiot would admit it. Hopefully
sooner. Sasha was too damned hard to quit now.
“No,” Liam said, the word sounding final.
“You didn’t say that the second time we rubbed off last night. Or when you gave me that hand job at three am.” It was just in his nature to push and push. Sasha didn’t know any other way.
“Well, I can’t help it. You’re an insatiable bastard.” Oh, was that a hint of laughter in Liam’s voice?
“Sure you can,” Sasha said, capitalizing on it. He grabbed Liam’s hand and dragged it under the covers where his cock throbbed and bobbed, begging for attention. “You can help me right now.”
Liam moaned a little, his fingers working him, before Liam shook that shaggy head of red hair. “How do you do this? How do you get to me?”
“I want you. That’s a hard thing to resist.” Moving like lightning before Liam changed his mind, Sasha rolled on top, letting the motion rub his cock and Liam’s hand down against Liam’s crotch. “Good. Oh, fuck that’s good.”
“Unh,” Liam agreed, or at least it sounded like agreement. Felt like it too, the way Liam moved under him, legs spreading and hips pushing up and up.
Sasha shut up for a while, continuing his assault on Liam’s senses, trying to make him understand through actions what words failed to prove. They were good together. They moved like they were made to be right where they were, just like Sasha did with Jenny. He’d bet Liam and Jenny moved exactly that way too.
The kisses went on and on, getting so hot they almost scalded him. Their sweat eased their way, letting them rub faster and harder. Sasha wasn’t sure he’d be happy with just rubbing this time though.
“Want to fuck you,” he said, amazed at the roughness of his own voice. “Want to now. Been a long time, Liam. Let me.”
“I shouldn’t,” Liam said, but he sounded unconvinced. “I haven’t let anyone since you.”
“Then you’re not giving up anything. Not your pride, not anything. It’s always been me, babe.” It had always been Liam for him too. Now it was Liam and Jenny. They’d be a pack of three, their very own family.
“I still think you’re a fuckhead,” Liam growled, but damned if the man didn’t open for him, spreading, giving it up. Liam’s scent hit him, deep and heavy. So musky and male it made his mouth water.
Sasha took two seconds to rummage in his nightstand, looking for the damned… a ha! Lube. He hadn’t needed it in ages but to stroke off, so he hadn’t even been sure it was there. It was, and there was enough for him to liberally smear up two fingers so he could press them against Liam’s hole. All he needed to do was get a little stretch, a little wetness there. Just a little.
Liam helped, bearing down on his fingers, opening right up. When the man decided to give himself, he went all the way.
Sasha worked his fingers in, opening Liam up for him, getting them both ready, slow but sure. Maybe he went too slowly for Liam because the man squirmed and arched and cussed him some, starting to pant. The most beautiful flush covered Liam’s face and chest, that fair skin not hiding a thing from him. Not one thing. Liam’s cock wasn’t hiding anything either, simply bobbing up and down for him, slapping Liam’s flat belly.
“Are you ready for me, Liam?” Sasha asked, knowing the answer already. He could feel it as Liam relaxed around him, hot and good.
“Yeah. I’m fucking ready. Stop gloating and fuck me already,” Liam said, reaching for him, his hands closing over Sasha’s arms as Liam half sat up and dragged him forward.
“And you say I’m the impatient bastard?” Grinning, Sasha moved into place, the head of his cock pushing at Liam’s hole as he added more lube to the mix.
“No,” Liam said. “I said you were an insatiable bastard. I’m the impatient one.”
“Gotcha.” He did have Liam too, right where he wanted him. Sasha thrust hard, pressing inside Liam’s body, feeling Liam open up for him, tight yeah, but ready. For him. The heat astonished him, made him shudder, his head snapping back as his eyes rolled back. “Fuck, Liam…”
“That’s the idea,” Liam agreed, hands landing on Sasha’s hips to get them moving. “Now.”
“Yeah. Oh, yeah.” All he could do was rock into Liam and let Liam pull and push, hands and hips really working him, moving him back and forth. The friction and the heat were enough to make him grit his teeth against a moan, his belly and balls so tight Sasha thought he might just snap in two.
It finally occurred to him that he ought to touch Liam back, and Sasha unclenched his hands and forced them to move, letting them slide over Liam’s chest, pinching those tiny nipples between his fingers.
Liam cried out for him, tossing his head back and forth, his body bucking up under Sasha’s and forcing him even deeper. Jesus. So good.
“Sasha… please,” Liam groaned, legs coming up to wrap around him.
He had to blink sweat out of his eyes to see Liam’s face as he stared down. “Please what, babe?” he asked. “What do you want?”
“Touch me here,” Liam answered, pulling Sasha’s hand down to his straining cock, closing his fingers around it, pulling his hand up and down.
Hard and hot, covered with the thinnest, sweetest skin, Liam’s cock felt amazing in his hand, throbbing with Liam’s pulse. Sasha counted the beats and let his hips move in time, the rhythm of their breathing falling in together so they moved like one man.
Nothing that hot could burn forever though. Before Sasha could even blink, Liam was coming for him, hot and wet, spilling over his hand and their bellies. The scent of Liam’s come had him groaning, had him coming like a ton of bricks, filling Liam deep and hard as his hips lost the rhythm and he thrust a few last graceless thrusts.
They sort of collapsed together in a sticky, sweaty pile, both of them moaning a little when they separated. Sasha kissed Liam’s mouth, his tongue coming out to taste the hot, salty flavor of Liam’s sweat. They touched in random, lazy patterns, settling on holding on and relaxing together.
“You need to call Jenny,” Sasha said. “So we can all get together.”
“And tell her what? That you and I have kissed and made up, and if she wants to go on fucking us both it’s okay?”
“If that’s what it takes, yeah.” Sasha covered Liam’s mouth with his hand when he heard the indrawn breath Liam took, no doubt to protest. “Look, we’ll work it out. Neither of us is willing to give her up, and I think you and I can figure something out. Okay?”
“No,” Liam grumbled. “It’s not okay. It’ll do for now though, ‘cause I could really use a nap.”
Sasha grinned, nodding and nuzzling his face into Liam’s neck. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Naps are good. We’ll work out the rest later.”
With any luck, he thought, things would go his way. He wouldn’t let it play out any other way.
* * *
“Sasha seems to have taken it pretty well,” Jenny said, chewing her fingernail while she watched Myra do some weird, inverted yoga pose. “Liam’s not returning my calls though.”
Myra breathed in through her nose and made this odd sound as she straightened, sort of like a bull moose in full rut. Jenny thought it might be an ohm gone wrong. Flipping a strand of bright orange hair out of her face, Myra glanced over, looking all serene.
“Well, you always said Liam was the more sensitive of the two,” Myra said. “Maybe you just need to wait until after the full moon. It’s close, you know. Makes emotions run right under the surface.”
Jenny gave her a look. “I am well aware. Hello! Wolf here.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Bending, Myra twisted and reached, looking at Jenny from under her right armpit. “Men are different though. They’re not reasonable.”
“You’re just saying that because Mr. Bank Manager turned out to be a neurotic mess,” Jenny said with a snort. “Liam’s not like that.”
“He might not have been before. It’s one thing to think your girl is doing someone else. It’s another thing to know it, and to know the guy who’s doing the doing,” Myra said, straightening again
with an audible back pop.
“That didn’t even make sense.” Sighing, Jenny got up and paced a little. “I should go to work.”
“No, you should go have a life. You have someone filling in.” Myra waggled a finger at her, continuing. “You don’t have to work just because you don’t have a date for the first time in like forever.”
“Oh… go break your back, will you?” Okay, so it hit closer to home than she liked. Jenny was used to having someone there when she had an itch to scratch. Sasha would no doubt be there in a heartbeat, but she felt weird going out with him again before she talked to Liam. It just didn’t seem fair.
Myra laughed her deep, hearty laugh and went over into a backbend, proving how unlikely that would be. Her voice sounded weird upside down and backwards as she returned, “Go to the mall. Buy something hot. Wear it under a raincoat to Liam’s or something.”
She thumped Myra’s belly on the way by to get her coat and purse. Myra grunted. It was a very satisfying sound. “That’s a good idea,” Jenny said, tugging her hat on. “Or half a one, anyway. I’m going to Liam’s. I’ll see you later.”
“Be careful!” Myra called. “He might bite.”
She could only hope to be so lucky.
The problem was that Liam wasn’t home. Cursing, Jenny yanked out her cell phone and dialed his number, hoping this time he’d choose to answer her. No way was he still at work. Maybe she’d catch him in an unguarded moment or something.
“Hello?” came from the other end of the connection, Liam’s Irish lilt, unmistakable.
“Hi,” Jenny breathed on a sigh of relief. “You ready to talk to me now?”
“What, love? My signal sucks.” It did too, cutting in and out on them, making him sound staticy and oddly tinny.
“I said, I’m looking for you. Where can I find you?” she all but shouted.
“I’m at Seven Falls. Come on up. I’ll meet you at stair one-twelve.”
