Destiny Calls

by Samantha Wayland

  A lot.

  With a desperate grab for sanity, he tore his mouth from Patrick"s and shoved him back. Patrick stopped just inches away, his breath shuddering in and out of his chest, his eyes wide and sightless. Brandon"s pulse pounded in his ears, his chest heaving, his cock aching for more and there was no doubt Patrick was feeling it too. As his heartbeat slowed, he watched Patrick, hating the moment that Patrick regained his senses. His control. In so little time it made Brandon"s heart hurt, Patrick"s face transformed from flushed, panting arousal to pale-faced, abject shock.

  “Fuck! ” Patrick"s voice was rough as he ground out the one word that perfectly summed up the entire mess. It didn"t warrant a response.

  Wiping a hand over his swollen lips, Patrick closed his eyes for a moment. Then the stupid bastard turned and walked out of the room without saying another word.

  Brandon sagged back against the wall. The first kiss might have been Patrick"s doing, but that second one was all on him. And based on Patrick"s reaction, it hadn"t helped matters. Quite the opposite.

  Without a word or a glance for Destiny standing frozen and wide-eyed by the stove, he walked to the front door and let himself out.

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  Chapter Four

  Destiny was waiting for Brandon when he arrived home from work the next night.

  Rocking gently on the porch swing she and Patrick had helped install, she saw his surprise and then weary resignation. The setting sun streaked through his blond hair, casting shadows on his face under those killer cheekbones. She could only imagine what he was thinking, feeling. She ached for him.

  In more ways than one.

  Rising, she went down the porch stairs and waited for him on the bottom step.

  When he finally reached her, she cupped his face in her hands.

  “I love you, you know.”

  His smile was sad. “I love you too. Doesn"t make this week any less shitty, though, does it?”

  She pulled him to her, tucking his head under her chin, wrapping her arms around his shoulders while his enveloped her waist. “No, I don"t suppose it does.” They stayed there, just holding each other, for a long while. They might have stayed there all night, but the sun slid behind the neighbor"s house and the mosquitoes swarmed in numbers great enough to carry them off.

  By silent agreement, he tried to shake off his melancholy and she gave him some space.

  Moving into the house, they sprawled out on the couch and ordered pizza. It was hard, but eventually old habits kicked in and they relaxed. At least, mostly. Destiny couldn"t quite suppress the edge of giddy anticipation. But if Brandon noticed, he didn"t mention it.

  Conversation was easy, but only because they avoided talking about what they had on their minds. Once the pizza had arrived, the delivery kid had been tipped and sent on his way and far too many slices of pepperoni had been inhaled, she knew it was time to say what she"d come to say. Do what she"d come to do.

  Shit, she was getting more and more nervous. Folding her legs under her, she sat facing Brandon on the couch and studied his strong profile.

  “Bran?”

  He didn"t look at her. The set of his shoulders told her he dreaded what was coming.

  “Yeah?”

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  the only two men she"d ever loved pounce on each other, she couldn"t stop thinking about it. It had been the hottest thing she"d ever seen in her life. She"d known immediately what she wanted. And god, how she craved it now that it had entered the realm of possibility. It could work. They could all have what they wanted. Who they wanted. An adventure.

  She only had to get her men on board. Not a small task.

  “I have this really crazy idea.” There. She"d said it.

  Brandon"s eyes were wary. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. Only, before I get into the details, I want to conduct an experiment.” For a moment, he just looked at her. Clearly, this wasn"t the conversation he"d been expecting. “Okay,” he said, at length. “What do you have in mind?”

  “Close your eyes.” His piercing green gaze stayed locked on hers. She could read a thousand questions in his eyes and her heart bounced in her chest. Would he do it?

  His lids fluttered shut, his face passive, his hands loose on his lap, and she took a moment to enjoy his beauty. His trust. God, he was lovely.

  Leaning in, she braced her hand on the back of the couch and enjoyed the warm press of his arm and chest against her breasts as she loomed over him. She drew in a long steadying breath, her nipples hardening to aching peaks. Sending up a silent prayer that this would work, she pressed her lips to Brandon"s.

  Brandon almost smiled when Destiny kissed him. She was so sweet. So affectionate.

  A little kiss was an everyday sort of thing for her.

  He wondered what the experiment would be.

  Then he felt the cool trace of her tongue as it slowly drew across the seam of his lips and he figured it out. The kiss was the experiment.

  Sweet Jesus, Destiny was kissing him. For real. Sweet, gorgeous, lush, wonderful Destiny was kissing him.

  It was too much.

  After almost a week of excruciating sexual frustration and almost twenty years of pretending he didn"t have the hots for both of his best friends, he threw caution and sanity to the wind and opened his mouth to Destiny.

  She tasted like heaven. Sweet and hot. Her tongue swept inside his mouth, dancing over his to tangle and torment before leading him to chase it back through her lips and into her mouth. He brushed her cheek with his fingertips, holding her still with the barest touch when he drew back to nibble and suck at her lips, her whimpers driving him further, his explorations fierce and fast. Reason fought to return, the voice in his head shouting to be heard over his pounding heart, urging him to stop, to back away, to think about what he was doing. She was for Patrick. Not for him. Then her desperate moan had him diving back into her mouth, thrusting his tongue across hers again and again.

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  Her hands speared into his hair, her head tilting to deepen the kiss, her nose rubbing along his, her soft lips eating at his mouth with abandon. With a jolt that sent blood coursing to his already hard cock, he recognized that she kissed like Patrick. That after so many years, they had learned each other"s techniques. As all couples do.

  What was wrong with him that he found that so fucking hot?

  Frantic, shaking with the need for more, the need to touch her and hold her close, he hauled her to him, lifting her so that she straddled his lap and her full breasts crushed against his chest. Her skirt slid up to her hips, her soft thighs forced into the cushions on either side of him, caging him in her warmth.

  His hands skimmed down from her waist to her ass, desperate to learn more, to steal as many memories as he could while he had the chance. Clenching his fingers in the folds of bunched fabric, his pinkies traced over the smooth soft skin beneath the hem of her skirt.

  Jesus, was she wearing anything beneath? The very idea that she might not be rocked him, his hips lifting to press against her heat. His head spun. His hands fought to contain her writhing response. Her complete lack of inhibition was everything he"d expected from Destiny and yet was completely unprepared to absorb. Nothing, though, was more shocking than how right it felt to be in her arms.

  He loved the feel of her curves as they undulated against him. She was built like a woman should be, with breasts and hips and softness a man could spend hours stroking. Petting. Licking. He rolled his erection against the junction of her thighs again, felt her tilt her hips, grinding her clit down on the ridge of his fly. Her moan echoed in his mouth.

  He growled when she pulled her hips away and eased back a little. He felt the loss of her touch keenly even though her mouth still worked at his, nibbling and sucki
ng It wasn"t enough. Not nearly enough.

  He nearly came when her fingers began working the button of his jeans. Nearly flew apart as she yanked the zipper down. He could hardly believe this was happening at all, in spite of the wild woman draped across his lap, tearing at his clothes.

  Not that it mattered what he did and didn"t believe. When her warm fingers wrapped firmly around his cock, he knew it was going to be over soon enough. She could barely move her hand in the confines of his clothes, but the pressure, the tug, the knowledge that it was Destiny and she wanted him meant he wasn"t going to last long.

  Releasing his hold on her lush ass, he dragged his hands over her hips and ran the backs of his fingers up her thighs. Her hand tightened on his shaft, the pressure enough to blow off the top of his head. He had to tell himself to breathe, to hold it together. He almost managed a smile when she lifted her ass from his lap and spread her legs wider, drawing his fingers closer to her core. She knew what she wanted.

  He wanted it too. He wanted to give that to her. He wanted to have that between them.

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  Easing across those last perfect inches of satin-smooth inner thigh, Brandon traced his fingers over the scrap of cotton and Lycra that barely covered her sex. Her breath became hectic, her body surging into his hands. She was swollen and wet. He could smell the musk of her arousal and it filled his head, drugging him, his body responding to her need. He slid a hand back, tracing the fabric until one finger could hook the narrow strap of her thong and pull it away from her body.

  Her whimper and the chaotic jerk of her hips were the most erotic music and dance imaginable. How could any man resist her?

  He sure as hell couldn"t. Not any longer.

  With something approaching awe, he eased one finger past the barrier of her panties and through the thick cream gathered in her silky folds. He exalted in her groan, in the smooth spreading of lips and juices as he honed in on her clit. He brushed the pad of one finger over once, twice, the barest whisper of touch before pressing more firmly. Her response delighted him, urged him on. His sole focus became driving her to her peak. His only goal to give her as much pleasure as he could manage. As she could endure. He tweaked her nub harder, taking up a steady rhythm that was mirrored by the increasingly frenetic circling of her hips.

  Her hand tightened around his cock again, drawing up the length of it, her thumb rubbing over the tight head. He flinched, his hips fucking up into her eager hand, outside of his control.

  He couldn"t take it for another minute, but neither could she. The flood of juices from her pussy, the hand fisted in his hair, the clench of her hot fingers on his shaft all told him how close she was. Twisting the hand still holding the thin strip of Lycra, he thrust two fingers into her pussy as far as they could go.

  She exploded. Tearing her mouth from his, she threw her head back and cried out, her triumph and the sound of his name on her lips sending him over the edge.

  Moaning, he bucked up against her as his release consumed him, bowing his spine. He shuddered as his hot cum tore up out of him, easing the friction as Destiny pulled more and more from his balls, stretching out the moment, the ecstasy, before he finally collapsed back to the couch, spent.

  For a long moment his mind was completely blank. He was sated and relieved in a way he hadn"t been in days. Weeks. Hell, maybe not ever in his life.

  His face was pressed to the soft curves of the tops of her breasts and he could hear the gallop of her heart, feel the heave of her chest as she sucked in great lungfuls of air.

  Reality returned to his arousal-sodden brain with a crash.

  Whoa.

  Sitting back, he curled his hands around her arms and lifted her off his lap, placing her firmly onto the couch and off him. He stared at her, achingly aware of his need for her, his desire that couldn"t be spent with one orgasm. Especially since he"d come in his pants like a freaking teenager. Jesus.

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  With her eyes closed, a smug smile on her lips and her skirt hiked to her waist, she was the picture of wanton. She couldn"t seem to do more than be still and catch her breath.

  She was in complete disarray, which he had to admit was pretty goddamn satisfying. Not that he was any better off. His heart was pounding and he couldn"t control the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He felt as though he"d come unglued.

  What the fuck just happened?

  When she opened her eyes, she looked right into his. Her pupils were dilated, her focus vague. Her swollen lips parted as she panted, her cheeks flushed. He could see her pulse in her throat, beating the same frantic staccato as his own.

  She broke the silence first. “That,” she said with a slow smile that sent a spike of desire straight to his groin, “was one hell of an experiment.” What the fuck was she talking about? Then Patrick"s face flashed through his mind and all the heartache came pouring back in. “God, Destiny. What have we done? How is this going to help anything? Are you trying to fucking kill me? Shit, now I want you both so much it hurts.”

  She lifted a brow. “Good.”

  “Easy for you to say, you can go home to Patrick. To your lover. I have no one.” He nearly choked on the last sentence. He"d never felt so completely alone.

  Her smile faded. “Actually, right now he and I aren"t lovers either.”

  “What? I heard him call you Kitten.”

  She nodded and her teeth sank into her bottom lip, thoughtful. “Okay, so we"ll probably be lovers again soon, but I told him he had to figure out what"s going on between you two first. To be honest, I didn"t even know what that meant when I said it.” She paused, her tongue poking out to moisten swollen lips. “But here"s the thing, Brandon. Ever since I saw you two kiss last night, I can"t stop thinking about it. And then I had this crazy idea.”

  Brandon"s brain finally recovered enough to start firing on all cylinders again.

  Right. She"d mentioned something about that earlier. He"d assumed kissing him had been the crazy idea. Sure had seemed pretty insane at the time.

  “But before I tell you,” she continued, “I have a confession to make.” A confession? Good god. He didn"t know how many more revelations he could take this week.

  And still, he had to ask. “What"s that?”

  “I"ve always wanted you.”

  He had an almost hysterical urge to clean out his ears. Staring at her face, he watched the pink stains of arousal fade, replaced by the deeper red of embarrassment.

  He said the only thing he could. “What?”

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  “I want you. I"ve always wanted you. You"re so beautiful and holy cow, I"ve dreamed of fucking you since I was too young to know what it would really mean. I was on the verge of throwing myself at you when Patrick and I first hooked up. Then it just didn"t seem right. Not for the last fifteen years.”

  “What?” he asked again, even while wondering if the phrase “I"ve dreamed of fucking you” was going to stop playing on repeat in his mind anytime in the next decade? His cock sure found it a fascinating notion, in spite of being well and truly sated until the moment the words crossed her lips.

  Destiny kindly ignored his inability to say anything intelligent. “But then you kissed him and I saw you together and my god, Brandon, it was the sexiest thing I"ve ever seen.”

  He was numb. Was this even happening? Or was it some totally whacked-out dream?

  “What?”

  Destiny knelt on the couch, leaning forward to grab the front of his shirt in two fists and brought his face close to hers. She stared directly into his eyes. “I want you. I"m sexually attracted to you. I"d like to be with you. You know, like sex? Are you getting this?” She shook him once, gently. “I can see you"re having a hard time processing this.”

  He nodded slowly. She wanted him? Destiny wanted to be with him? He shook his head. “What?”

  Her smile was rueful. “I"m hoping for some feedback here, Bran.
I"m hoping that I"m not misinterpreting what just happened. I"m hoping that wasn"t some fluke and that you felt how fucking hot that was.”

  He wasn"t dead. Of course, he"d felt it. “I did. It was. I"ve always wanted you too.” Not exactly articulate, but he"d managed to get his point across.

  Her shoulders dropped, the tension released on a gusting sigh of relief. “Thank god.

  I thought I was going to have to defibrillate you for a moment there.” That probably wouldn"t have helped. He wasn"t sure how many more jolts his heart could take. Now, though, it was beating just fine. Actually, it was beating so furiously he could barely hear his own voice over the roar of blood in his ears.

  “I can"t believe this.” His voice sounded hoarse. Her face fell and he continued quickly. “I"ve dreamed of kissing you like that.” So many dreams. Of Destiny. Of Patrick.

  He was promptly reminded how fucked up this week was turning out to be. “Destiny, what does all this mean? What just happened? Why are you telling me this now?” She let go of his shirt and sat back on her feet, still facing him while kneeling sideways on the couch. “Ever since I saw you and Patrick together, all I can think is that I want to be with you.”

  “What about Patrick?”

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  For a moment he could do little more than stare. She"d said the idea was crazy. And boy, she wasn"t wrong. “Honey, I don"t think that"s a good idea. I mean, two kisses and Patrick"s ready to kick my ass to the curb. I don"t think trying for more, even with you in the middle, would help.”

  “No! That"s not what I mean.” She threaded her fingers through her disheveled hair and for a moment Brandon flashed back to what it was like to have the soft strands curtaining his face, tickling his neck as she kissed him, as she came around his fingers.

  He reined in his wandering thoughts, focusing instead on what Destiny was trying to tell him. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, I want all of us to be together. A threesome. Me with you, you with Patrick, me with Patrick. Together at once. If Patrick and I can be lovers and stay friends, why can"t the three of us do it?”