One hand was on the drawer handle, the other reaching for his gun when he heard footsteps cross the hall and enter the kitchen.
“Goddamn it, Brandon,” Patrick roared, “your door is wide open, you fucking jerk.
Could you try to be a little careful, for fuck"s sweet sake?” And just like that, the fear was gone. The loneliness banished.
Sliding his utensil drawer closed, he stared out the little window over the sink and seriously considered smashing his head against his countertop. The last thing he should feel around Patrick at this point was safe. Getting beat up hurt only marginally more than having his heart handed to him on a platter.
But that too didn"t stop said heart from rolling over in his chest when he turned to see Destiny and Farley charge through his kitchen door, almost running into Patrick"s rigid back.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, knowing as soon as the question left his mouth that it was a damn stupid one.
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Destiny and Patrick stood staring at him. Only Farley came to say hello, trotting over to lick his hand. He looked down at the dog and envied the innocent pleasure in his big brown eyes.
Forcing himself not to be a chicken, he looked back at his friends. Patrick looked pissed, his eyes searching Brandon"s face, his body, lingering on his shoulder then zeroing in on the bruises blooming on his neck.
“Are you okay?” Patrick asked, though he looked like he had more he wanted to say.
Brandon forced a smile. “I"m fine.”
Patrick"s eyes narrowed. Before he could dispute that, Destiny stepped between them.
“Brandon, please talk to us.” She reached out to touch him but instinct made him move away. She left her fingers suspended in the air where they should have brushed his chest and stared at him. “Aren"t we friends anymore?” He watched the tears gather in her eyes and knew he was losing the fight before it had even begun.
He"d left them at the station for the right reasons, damn it. He"d done it for all of them. Most of all for Patrick. Christ, even now patrols were driving by to check on him while Patrick"s truck sat in his driveway.
That thought alone gave him the courage to take another step back.
“You have to go,” he said, forcing the words past the lump in his chest. He looked at Destiny, trying to ignore the tears spilling over her lashes to run down her cheeks.
“Des, you have to get him out of here.”
She nodded and he was both relieved and nauseated that she agreed with him.
“No,” she said, even as her head bobbed up and down.
“Des, I need you to be sensible,” he pleaded.
She smiled at him, her eyes sad. “I understand, Bran. I do.”
“But you"re not going to cooperate, are you?” he asked.
Her smile became more genuine. “No, I"m not.”
Destiny reached again and this time Brandon let her touch him, unable to resist the urge to turn his cheek into her warm palm and let the comfort she offered wash through him. He looked at Patrick. “It"s a bad idea for you to be here. You know that.”
“I don"t know that,” he said, clearly exasperated. “Brandon, you"re my best friend.
You were attacked tonight. Never mind that we"re lovers, where else would I be tonight after all that"s happened?”
Hearing Patrick call them lovers loosened something in his chest, eroding his resolve with the stirrings of joy.
Damn it. He"d tried to do the right thing. Tried to walk away from them. But he couldn"t. It was selfish and stupid and he knew it, but he could not resist them.
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He"d steal whatever time he could. For however long. It might only be for the next hour. But that was better than never touching either of them again.
He put his hand over Destiny"s on his cheek. “I"m glad you"re here, even if it is a bad idea.”
Patrick came closer, hovering over them. “Are you okay?” He immediately began to offer his standard I’m fine but Patrick cut him off. “Don"t placate me, Bran. Are you really okay?”
He closed his mouth and took stock. His shoulder hurt. His neck was sore. But where before he"d felt the cold tingle of shock on his skin, now there was warmth.
Strength.
“I"m okay. I hurt, but I"m okay.”
Patrick wrapped his arms around Destiny and they sagged against one another. He felt a pang of guilt for having made them worry, which was promptly lost to the flood of heat that roared through his body as Patrick looked up and into his eyes.
Patrick grasped Brandon"s face between his palms, stared down into those big green eyes and did what he"d been aching to do since he"d left Brandon sleeping in bed that morning—Patrick kissed the bejeesus out of him. Their tongues met and tangled, their bodies bumped and Patrick felt connected, at last.
He heard Destiny close and lock the front door, sealing them in and protecting them from prying eyes. His tongue racing over Brandon"s, he reached out and tucked Destiny close the moment she returned to their sides, looping his arm around her waist so that she was plastered against them.
For the first time since Destiny"s phone call that afternoon and he"d torn out of the precinct with this heart in his throat, the warm hum of contentment he"d carried with him all day began to return, once more settling around his heart.
His lovers were safe. He thought about what could have happened and the kiss turned ferocious. He broke away only when his brain demanded oxygen. He gasped for air, pressing his forehead to Brandon"s, pulling Destiny in tighter. “I can"t believe we left you home alone today. My god, when I think about—” Patrick stopped when Destiny"s fingers touched his lips.
“Don"t,” she whispered.
He could hear that she was feeling the same aftershocks. He looked at her. “You said you"d wait for me before going into the house,” he accused, feeling the first hint of anger.
Destiny didn"t bother to look contrite. “Would you have waited?”
“I"m a cop.”
“That"s beside the point and well you know it.”
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“It"s exactly the point, damn it,” he argued, fear fueling his anger. He let them both go and took a step back. Holding them was wonderful, but now his mind had moved onto the pressing issue of their safety. He ignored the look they shot each other.
“I have things I want to say to both of you,” he said sternly, pointing at them and working himself up to a full lecture. “The risks, my god, I"ll—” His words were cut off when Destiny leaned in and captured his mouth for a long, hot kiss. Brandon"s fingers worked at his shirt buttons and he knew he was being intentionally distracted. He wasn"t going to let them get away with it.
Stepping back again, he tried to look severe. It wasn"t easy. Destiny undid his belt, then dropped her suit jacket to the floor and kicked her shoes across the room. “Damn it, you two, I won"t be put off.” Turning to Brandon he continued, “How could you let us hurt you last night?”
Brandon stopped pulling Patrick"s shirt from his pants to look up at his face. “What are you talking about?”
If Brandon noticed Destiny pushing his khakis to the floor, he didn"t indicate it.
Patrick refused to let his eyes drop with Brandon"s pants, even if it did make his eyeballs ache with the strain.
Goddamn it, he would be heard.
“Your shoulder! You should have told us to stop.” He pointed at the injured joint in question, his emphasis completely lost when Brandon leaned forward to push Patrick"s shirt from his shoulders and suck Patrick"s finger into his hot mouth.
Christ. He was already hard as a stone. He looked down. Shit. So was Brandon.
Brandon released his finger and laughed. “You"re joking about last night, right?” For the first time since Patrick had arrived home to find Destiny and Brandon clinging to each other on his bedroom floor, Brandon"s eyes were clear of worry. In fact, they were hot with need a
nd way too tempting. Clearly, he wasn"t going to make any inroads there.
Looking at Destiny, he attempted again to make his point. “And you,” he started even as she pushed him backward while forcing his unfastened pants to his hips. “You said you would wait. I need to know you"ll never take another chance like that. Please, Des, promise me.”
For a moment Destiny"s eyes softened and he thought he"d finally gotten through to her. Then his stumbling legs came up against one of Brandon"s kitchen chairs and he wobbled. Righting himself, he waited for Destiny"s agreement.
“Patrick.” Destiny said his name softly.
“Yes, Kitten?”
Damn, when had his voice gotten that husky?
“Shut up and sit down,” she said, shoving him back.
He sat. Hard. His pants and boxers around his thighs, the cool wood of the chair seat shocking against his burning bare skin.
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Before he could regain his focus and return to his lecture, Destiny pressed her hands to her legs and slowly dragged the little skirt of her prim business suit up over her thighs. The satin straps of her garters came into view, robbing him of his good intentions and the ability to think.
Fuck it. He"d lecture them later.
Brandon stood back and watched in slack-jawed wonder as Destiny lifted her skirt, the revelation of black garters and smooth, creamy thighs like a punch to his solar plexus. His lingering worry, the promise of heartbreak, even his aching shoulder was forgotten.
Sweet Jesus, she was amazing.
He"d held himself in check for so long, he"d begun to feel numb. Dead inside. But not now. Now he felt intensely alive.
The fine wool of Destiny"s skirt slid up and over the glorious globes of her ass. He smiled. So damn alive.
Kicking off his shoes and pants, he drew one finger along the bare skin where her thigh met her ass as he stepped in close behind her, his lips to her ear. “No underwear at work, Des? Very naughty.”
She made a sound that was half laugh, half moan. “God, I thought about you two all day. I had to throw my thong away at lunch. It was just making it worse.” The idea of Destiny sitting at her desk at work, soaking her panties just by thinking about them, made Brandon unaccountably hot. The vibrant red stains on Patrick"s cheeks told him Patrick felt the same as he stared at her pussy, bared before him.
Brandon slid a hand around Destiny"s hip and across her pelvis, dipping a finger into her slit, opening her to Patrick"s view. She was already wet. He barely brushed the pad of his finger across the swollen hood of her clit and she groaned, loud and long, her back arching her ass against his cock. Leaning forward, she wrapped one hand around Patrick"s huge erection and gave it a tug.
Patrick"s hips bucked hard, lifting him from the chair. Brandon"s heart tried to burst out of his chest from the bombardment of visual and physical stimulation.
“Shit. I"m not going to last ten minutes,” Brandon muttered. Destiny nodded, rubbing her ass along his length again, the taut ribbons of her garters dragging across the tops of his thighs. He silently revised his estimate. Five minutes. Five minutes if he was lucky.
Fortunately, Destiny was in no mood to linger. She graced him with a smile that would have made the Mona Lisa proud, then straddled Patrick, who had the presence of mind to slide forward on the chair as she made her descent. When she reached between her spread thighs to grasp Patrick"s cock, Brandon fell to his knees behind her.
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her hand aside and wrapped that thick shaft in his fingers, holding it where she needed it to be.
Never in his whole life had Brandon seen or done anything sexier than guiding Patrick"s enormous cock into Destiny"s sweet channel. He didn"t let go until his hand would have prevented further penetration and he regretted the loss of contact even then.
Reaching around Destiny"s hip, he resumed tormenting her clit, marveling at how she writhed, each swing of her responsive hips forcing her further down on Patrick.
Shit, it had to feel so good. He couldn"t decide who he wanted to be more. Destiny, stretched and filled, or Patrick, sinking into all that moist heat.
Patrick looked like he was about to explode. Brandon could see his balls were tight to his body and watched in fascination as Patrick"s knuckles whitened where he gripped the edges of the chair. Other than that, though, he didn"t move a muscle until the air burst from his chest.
“God, Des, you"re so tight. You"re not ready. You have to stop.” She didn"t answer, but leaned in for a long hard kiss, silencing Patrick as her hips began to work up and down, each thrust easing Patrick deep into her body.
Kneeling between Patrick"s spread thighs, Brandon could see how his legs shook, the muscles clenched tight as he held himself still instead of thrusting his cock into Destiny. His finger still flicking across her clit told Brandon that she was wildly aroused, more than ready. The issue was, no doubt, Patrick. He was afraid of hurting her.
Brandon had every confidence Destiny wasn"t at risk. Otherwise, he wouldn"t have leaned in and stroked his tongue across the smooth skin of Patrick"s sac.
“Fuck!” Patrick"s instincts forced his ass back toward the chair, lifting his hips and shoving his cock higher in the process.
Destiny threw her head back and moaned. “More!”
Brandon knew she wasn"t talking to him, but he obeyed nonetheless, clamping both hands on Patrick"s thighs and dragging them forward, forcing them wider. When Destiny lifted again, he sucked one of Patrick"s balls into his mouth, rolling it over his tongue, releasing it as she came down.
The moment the soft skin slid from his mouth, Patrick lost control, thrusting his hips up, hard. Destiny let gravity do the rest. The slap of her ass on Patrick"s thighs mixed with her grunt of surprise, both soon lost to a heartfelt moan of pleasure.
“Yes, finally…” she whispered, her voice reverent.
Brandon smiled as he remembered feeling the same way yesterday when he"d sunk into Destiny. Eager to see her face, he stood and moved to stand beside Patrick, staring down at her mask of pleasure. She was beautiful, her concentration absolute as she lifted and dropped herself on Patrick"s cock.
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She opened her eyes and Brandon fell into her gaze. He was so transfixed, he didn"t see her reaching out until her slim hand wrapped around his shaft.
“Come here,” she said, her voice throaty.
He obeyed, unable to do otherwise. Unwilling to.
Her hot mouth wrapped around the swollen head of his cock and he knew he"d found heaven. Rolling up onto his toes, he strained upward to give her as much access as she wanted. As much access as he needed.
He thought he might die when Patrick"s fist joined in, enveloping the base of Brandon"s cock in his warm palm and tugging him forward. He clutched Patrick"s shoulder for balance, but he couldn"t get close enough or high enough to make it work.
Damn it.
He was about to pull away so that Destiny could get down to the business of fucking Patrick when Patrick"s leg shot out and a scraping sound came from under the table.
Brandon smiled, delighted when Patrick kicked the step stool out from its hiding place.
Genius.
It took Brandon about a millisecond to position the stool at their side and climb on, bringing his cock to the exact height of Destiny"s mouth, his hand on Patrick"s shoulder to steady himself. She smiled up at him, her eyes unfocused as she continued to ride Patrick toward bliss, her pace increasing.
Well, damn. He"d missed his window, apparently, but stayed where he was, content to watch Destiny as pleasure skittered across her face. He brushed the backs of his fingers down her cheek, enjoying her wanton beauty.
He barely noticed Patrick leaning closer until his tongue poked out, tentatively licking across the excruciatingly sensitive head of Brandon"s cock.
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s knees almost gave out even as he swiveled toward the warm heat tickling across his electrified skin. His hand clenching Patrick"s shoulder was the only thing that kept him upright.
Destiny"s moan and his mingled, both their eyes riveted on Patrick as he wrapped his hand around Brandon"s shaft once again. His breath caught in his throat as Patrick paused to look at him, a small smile on his face, then Patrick opened his lips and took Brandon"s cock between them.
The smile alone almost brought him to orgasm. The rest was just heaven.
Every muscle in his body locked tight, he tried to give Patrick all the time and space he needed, but Patrick very quickly took to the task at hand. Brandon thanked god and anyone else who could hear his silent exaltation that Patrick was such a fast fucking learner.
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from Brandon"s lungs. He was sure he was going to fall off the damn stool as Patrick"s head bobbed and he took him deep, holding him there for a moment before rushing to the end and tickling the tip with his clever tongue again and again.
Lord, Patrick was a natural at this.
Destiny appeared fascinated even as she gripped the back of the chair and her hips bucked with increasing abandon. He looked away from the sight of Patrick sucking his cock, surely one of the most erotic things he"d ever dreamed of seeing, and looked instead to where Patrick"s thick stalk disappeared into Destiny"s body. Patrick"s shaft shone with her arousal, her moans telling Brandon she was close to reaching her climax.
He wasn"t far behind.
Patrick, though, was the first to go. His eyes squeezed shut, he released a desperate breath through his nose, then sucked Brandon deep and threw his hips up against Destiny. Shouting, she arched her back and rode Patrick back down onto the chair, her ass slapping against his thighs as she landed and came apart in his arms, grinding herself down on his pelvic bone. Brandon imagined what it would feel like to have Patrick"s enormous shaft buried in him as his ass muscles spasmed around it. That, coupled with the ferocious suction of Patrick"s hot mouth was Brandon"s undoing.
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