by Charlie Hart
I’m coming hard, and I scream his name, desperate and greedy for more. For everything.
“Fuck me, Sal,” I moan, my voice not even my own, but he grins at me, loving this so damn much. But my body loves it more.
“Oh my, oh my, oh God!” My cheeks redden as I come harder than I’ve ever come before.
“God, woman. I fucking won the wife lottery,” he tells me, his smile wide before his mouth crushes against mine, the taste of me on his lips, forcing a wave of desire to roll up inside me all over again.
It’s like I can’t get enough, and his tongue rolls against mine, I want to fuck him all night, forever. Salinger’s body was made for this, and I don’t understand how we waited so damn long, but that doesn’t matter now. He loves me, and I love him and when we come together, it is something more than sex - it’s divine.
I fall back on the chaise, my breathing ragged, my heart still pounding in my chest. Salinger pulls me close to him, my legs wrapped around his waist as I sit in his lap. His cock is hard under me and I already am dreaming of pressing him deep inside me again.
He reaches for my hands and twines his fingers with mine.
“God, I love you, Tia,” he says.
I place a hand on his chest. “I love you too.”
And I do.
But more than that, I trust him. With my life, with my secrets, with everything.
The curtain pulls apart, and I catch my breath, momentarily scared of someone seeing us here.
But then I see who it is and my heart flutters seeing the handsome face of my husband.
“Shit,” Huxley curses, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck, I thought someone was here who shouldn’t be. No one knew you’d come in.”
“I thought you were at home playing video games?” Sal asks, wrapping his arms around my naked body.
“I was about two hours ago.”
My eyes widen, and it seems like no time has passed at all since Sal and I began to make love.
“I got a call for a delivery, so I came into town for that. Thought I’d check out the bar before going home. Then there was a scream from this room that made everyone in the place sit up and listen.
“Oh God,” I groan. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Why?” Huxley asks, with a sly smile. “I love the idea of you back here, getting off so damn hard.”
“Sal was certainly worth the wait,” I say, biting my bottom lip.
“Well, it’s about fucking time,” Huxley says, causing Salinger to groan. I’m too exhausted to move or to cover myself, but when I turn my head, Huxley stands at the end of the chaise, and he chuckles when he stares down at us. “I wondered where the two of you ran off to so quickly.”
Salinger kisses my forehead. “We came here for a little privacy.”
“I can see that.” His grin is full of mischief and heat, and his gaze rakes across my body.
The chemistry between Huxley and me has always been strong, and in this room, with the smell of sex around us, my body instantly responds to the promise in his eyes.
“But if you’re finished with our wife, then--”
“Who said I was finished with her?” Salinger turns to his old friend, dark blond hair falling across his forehead and he gives me one of his dimpled grins.
My heart flutters. God, I love that smile.
“Are you ready to share me?” I ask, running my fingers across his abs.
There’s a slight hesitation before he cups my chin and nods.
I slip out of Salinger’s arms and find my feet, though my thighs are a bit shaky after all that sex. Still, my body is open right now in a way it’s never been before. And while I’ve been with Emerson and Huxley and Fallon and Em at the same time, this is different than either of those times because Salinger and Huxley are both very experienced lovers, and in their brothel there is an air that anything could happen. Anything goes.
“God you’re beautiful,” Huxley says, his hand resting on my breasts. Then he lowers his head, and pulls one into his mouth, sucking it like it’s his. It is. Being a newlywed is so full of firsts and giving my body over to my husbands is one of the greatest joys of my life.
When Hux licks my nipple, tasting me like I am an exotic fruit, my spent pussy is awakened all over again. I push down his trousers, wanting to feel his cock in my hand, and as I do, I look over at Sal who is enjoying this as much as I’d hoped.
He gets off the chaise and kneels on the thick carpet behind me. His lips plant kisses on my ass, his arms wrap around my belly. “God, your ass is so fucking hot,” he tells me.
I smile, Huxley’s eyes on my own.
“It’s true,” Hux says. “Your body is so tight and hot. It’s a fucking dream, you know that, don’t you? Your breasts are perfect. I want to come all over them,” he tells me, twirling my nipple under his thumb.
A moan escapes me at the image of being coated in his release.
“What are we waiting for?” I ask his pants on the floor, his hard cock in my hand. The idea of being covered in my husband’s seed makes me feel beautiful and desired and I can’t help but smile in excitement.
We move to the floor, where Salinger already is and Hux strips to nothing. I rest my head on a pillow, and Huxley straddles me. His thick cock rests between my breasts as he massages them together. I lick my lips, then twirl my tongue around his knob.
Salinger kneels beside me and I run my hand up and down him, using the come from my still wet pussy to make his shaft slippery and easier to handle. He loves it when I roll my fingers over his tight balls, his veiny cock growing as I begin to suck Huxley off.
The moment feels forbidden and erotic in a way that makes me move my hand faster, my mouth harder. I want them both to come and I want it to happen at the same time.
“Tia,” Hux groans, rocking against my breasts, fondling them as I lift my head higher, so I can take him deeper.
He loves it and I know he is close. I pull him from my mouth, and Salinger’s cock moves close enough for me to taste him too. My lips wrap around his shaft and I deep throat him as best as I can, but his length is so impressive that there is no way I can take all of him.
“I’m gonna come, Tia,” he groans, and I pull his cock from my mouth, as he begins to spill himself on my breasts, the same time as Huxley. Ribbons of come coat me the way I fantasized about, and I love looking up into their eyes as they get off.
“You’re heaven, baby,” Hux groans, as he finishes, but I’m not finished with either of them.
I sit up and pull Salinger to the floor. I need to ride him, knowing his cock buried inside me this way is going to make magic. I lower myself against his still hard shaft and pull Huxley toward me. I take Hux in my mouth as I take Sal in my pussy, rocking my hips as his cock hits me in the perfect place. I already feel my release slipping down my thighs as his cock presses against my pleasure zones in such a way that my body reacts immediately.
Huxley’s cock tastes so good, and I love the way it grows in my mouth as I suck him. All of us are uninhibited, and after Sal comes deep inside me, I swallow Huxley’s creamy come, letting it slide down my throat, then needing him in my pussy too.
I’m not sure how much time passes, but it’s not enough, and my men are limitless in their pursuits to please me.
We roll around on the floor, on my knees, on my back. My ass cheeks are spread apart as my husband fills me there too, my body alert to a thousand sensations at once. My backside is filled by Salinger, as I sink down on Huxley. Two cocks are inside of me at once and I scream - not like I did earlier - this time it is even more raw and ragged, whole and broken all at once.
“Oh please, never stop,” I beg them as my body opens to accept them even more, inch by perfect inch.
“Never,” Sal says, his mouth on the base of my neck as his cock is buried deeper in my ass. “You’re my wife. My one true love. And I will never stop loving you.”
Huxley smiles at me, his cock so deep inside my pussy I can hardly see s
traight. “And I will never stop fucking you.”
I cry through tears of ecstasy as I come, again and again, our bodies in a rhythm of our own making, our skin slick with sex, sweat, love, lust, and dirty desires and freshly fulfilled fantasies.
I fall asleep in the arms of my lovers, knowing coming here to Alaska was a gamble, but the love we share is a guarantee.
Chapter 16
Salinger
My mistake wasn’t taking Tia to the brothel. My mistake was falling asleep. With no windows to let in the morning light, and no clocks to tell us what time it is, only the sound of Hux and my cell phones wake us up.
“Shit,” Huxley mutters, sitting up on the floor where we all fell asleep. He searches his pants pockets, before pulling out his phone.
Tia is curled up in my arms, one leg wrapped around me.
Don’t want to move. Still feel like I’m dreaming.
“Get up, both of you,” Huxley mutters.
“What’s wrong?” Tia asks sleepily.
“It’s morning, and Banks and Giles are wondering where the hell we are.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, grateful Fallon isn’t home, or he’d have both of our balls.
Banks and Giles, I can deal with. But I know they’ll both be pissed, especially if they ever found out where we spent the night with our wife.
In a goddamn brothel.
“Pass me my phone,” I say to Hux as I sit up. “I’ll call them and let them know she’s all right.”
“Just texted them,” he says, tossing my pants and shirt at me.
Tia stands, her legs wobbly, and despite the trouble we’re surely in, I can’t help but smile. Damn, she looks like she’s been properly fucked.
She walks towards where her clothes lay in a pile, and for a moment I forget about the other men, my focus on the goddess in front of me. Naked, her hair hanging in tousled waves down her back, I moan when she bends over to pick up her bra.
Huxley makes a similar sound, and she turns blinking at us both innocently. “What?”
“Do we really need to rush home?” I ask, my cock already hard and ready for a repeat of last night.
Huxley sighs and starts to dress. “As much as I want to stay, we need to get her back before Banks and Giles have a fucking aneurysm.”
Knowing he’s right, I pull my pants on and check the dozen messages on my phone, mostly from Giles and Banks, but there’s one from my father as well. There’s still no news about survivors, but he wants me in the office later this morning for a meeting.
Work is the last thing on my mind, but I need to stay in touch with what’s going on for Tia. I can’t rely on my father to keep me informed. I’m not sure I trust him to do what’s right for my wife. Not sure I trust my mother either, even though she seems to be helping us. But I know if it came down to it, they would choose Alaska over my wife. Hell, even over me.
Huxley stays at the shop, which leaves me to drive Tia home and face the wrath of Banks and Giles.
“Where were you?” Banks yells the second we walk in the door, his anger directed at Tia.
Giles is sitting on the couch, and even though he doesn’t say anything, I can see the torment in his eyes. And I know they must think she ran off again.
“It was my fault,” I say quickly, causing both men to turn to me.
Tia is holding my hand, and her grip tightens. “I’m sorry, we lost track of time, and--”
“You lost track of time?” Banks paces, dragging his fingers through his dark hair. “Do you know how worried we were when we woke up and you weren’t here?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Where were you?” Giles asks his voice calm, eyes steady.
“We were... um...” She chews on her bottom lip and glances up at me.
“Fucking awesome,” Banks says. “More secrets.”
“No.” I sigh. “I took her to my club. I have a room there--”
“What club?” Giles asks.
“You took her to a goddamn brothel?” Banks looks incredulous, and it doesn’t surprise me that he knows about the place. The men who frequent it, run in the same circle as him. But I know he’s never been there before. The girls that work there aren’t into the kink that he’s known for.
And I wonder if that’s why he hasn’t made a move on Tia yet.
Giles looks confused. “What’s he talking about?”
Shit. Hell. Fuck.
“It’s fine,” Tia says. “Honestly, it’s not what you think. The women are--”
“Jesus,” Banks runs his hands over his face. “You let her meet your whores.”
“They’re not my whores. And yes, I wanted her to see the place.”
“Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” Giles snaps.
“Huxley and I run a small, clean, brothel that’s connected to his shop.”
Giles’ face pales. “And you took Tia there?”
“It was my idea,” Tia says.
“Your...” Giles shakes his head. “Did anyone touch you?”
“No. God no. Just...”
“Just what?” Banks snaps.
“Just me,” I say, stepping in front of Banks when he moves towards Tia.
His eye twitches as he stares me down. We’re the same height, but even though he’s not as built as Giles, Emerson, or Fallon, he still outweighs me by a good twenty pounds of muscle, and I have no doubt that he could pack a good punch.
Still, I hold my ground.
I won’t let him, or anyone else, take away from the night Tia and I had. It may seem tainted that I made love to my wife for the first time in a brothel, but to me it was perfect. I’d shared a part of myself with her, and she’d surrendered herself in return.
“Please, don’t fight,” Tia says, stepping between us, placing a palm on each of our chests, but it’s Banks she turns her face to. “We have enough to deal with. I’m sorry that I worried you. It won’t happen again. I just needed...” She looks at me. “I just needed some time with Sal.”
“Seems like you’ve been spending all your time with him lately,” Banks says, and I hear the jealousy in his words.
Tia drops her hands and tilts her chin up to him. “Maybe I have. But he’s not pushing me away.”
Banks grunts, glaring at me. “Some of us have work to do.”
“You’re not the only one with a fuckling job, Banks. I have a meeting I’ve got to get to myself. A meeting with the Director. You may think I’m just a puppet, but my father runs the goddamn show.”
“Is that what you’re aiming for too? To be the Director one day?” Giles asks. “Because I’m not interested in being on camera as the fucking family of the Director.”
“Right,” I sneer. “Because you’re too honorable to do something so fucking shallow, right? Represent our state?”
“You really care about the State of Alaska?” Giles scoffs. “Maybe Tia loves you, but I see through you.”
I’m fucking furious. “Oh yeah? And what do you see?”
“A child who has never had to be a man. Sitting with a silver spoon and a crown on his head--”
“Enough!” Tia shouts. “Giles, how dare you say that to Sal! He helped get you free and he’s doing everything to help me. To help us.”
“Is that so?” Banks asks. “And what exactly is he doing?”
Tia runs a hand over her forehead. “I took a pregnancy test at the lab.”
That shuts everyone up.
Huxley goes white as a ghost. “What did it reveal?”
“It was negative,” she says flatly.
“Shit, Tia,” Giles says, offering her his hand. She accepts it but gives him a hard look.
“Listen to me. All of you. The fighting must stop. What happened to the men last night joking around over a video game? Where did those men go?”
Banks looks her squarely in the eyes. “They left the compound the moment we didn’t know what happened to our wife.”
“I’m sorry. I am. We should have come hom
e, and I hate to have worried you, but we have to trust one another.”
“Right, that’s why you took a pregnancy test in private?” Banks asks. “Why you have meetings with the Director no one else was informed of? Why you disappear for nights at a time with Salinger to unknown locations?”
Tia’s eyes meet mine and I know she doesn’t want to reveal parts of my story that aren’t hers to share, but I see how keeping the truth back is hurting everyone.
“My mother is a private person. She hasn’t left her bunker since her stroke a decade ago. And she wanted to meet my wife. That’s where we went.”
“So, why keep that from us?” Giles asks.
I swallow. We kept my mother out of it because there is so much more to it than just that. Warren Throne is looking for his daughter. And Lawson fucking Jefferson is looking for his betrothed.
All eyes are on Tia, but hers have fallen once more to the floor. I love her but God, she is making things difficult in this house. The truth needs to come out, or it won’t be her father or Lawson that will break this family. It will be all the damn secrets.
“Salinger’s mother ran my blood work,” she tells them. “And… the truth is…” Her chest rises and falls and I can see the war going on in her eyes, not knowing how much to share, what to hold back.
I could make it easier on her, on everyone, and just tell the truth. But it’s not my truth to tell. Plus, I just gained her trust and I don’t want to do anything to damage our relationship. Even if I think she’s wrong.
“The truth is what?” Banks growls out.
“There was an abnormality in my blood. I think something may be wrong with me.”
Banks steps toward her, eyes narrowing. “What kind of abnormality?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t know. But I was scared. I’m scared about a lot of things. And last night, Salinger helped me feel good. So, I’m sorry we left and I’m sorry for keeping it from you, but now you know the truth. Your wife may not be able to give you a child.”
