Communion (On My Knees Series Book 3)

by Ella James

  "In the closet?" I snicker.

  "Yes, Vanny. I'm stuffing that hole of yours in the closet. And then I'm gonna leave you with a plug in, in the tub to soak while I go check on Miller again. That kid's going to do another round of therapy with me, and I'm going to make him feel like he's not alone. Like he will never be alone, like you and I are his real uncles.

  “And then I'm gonna come in, pull the plug out, and fuck you again—until you're sore enough to think of me all day tomorrow. It's a Saturday, you know, and I'll be at the church a lot of it. I wish we could do another honeymoon." Sky surprises me by pulling me against him, wrapping both his arms around me, leaning on me.

  I run my hand over his hard shoulders. He lays his cheek on my head.

  "You're a good man, Sky babe."

  "You're the best." He kisses my throat, sucking softly. Then he lifts his head, looking at me with tired, hazel eyes.

  "I'm going to take you right here in the foyer if we're not more careful."

  I shove his shoulder. "Go play games, preacher. I'll feed our baby."

  He snorts. "I'll feed you this dick."

  And then we're dry humping again—this time against the wall of the hall that leads from the foyer into the living room.

  "McD. You're out of control," I whisper, feigning chastisement.

  But I can't stop kissing him. His lips look swollen when we pull away from each other.

  "I think our padawan is going to know what you've been doing,” I tease Sky.

  He looks down then rearranges his cock. Fuck, I want him.

  "Hurry," I say. Then I brush past him, knocking his shoulder with mine, smirking as I walk into the living room, where I find Miller standing, holding Eden, patting her back with his big hand.

  That's a good dad one day. I can't help the thought as I grin at him.

  "Hey there,” I say. “I was going to take this baby off your hands, but she looks pretty happy."

  He smiles, looking proud and maybe just a little bit self-conscious. I think he's mostly proud, though. Miller and Eden were in the parlor with us most of the time we talked to Ollie. He held her so we could talk.

  "I think she likes you," I say.

  He smiles. "Maybe."

  "I'll put her to sleep. Sky—Luke—was gonna show you the Nintendo Switch. Not sure if you're into gaming."

  "Sort of depends on the game."

  "He has them all, and also a few other gaming systems."

  "Rich kids." He grins.

  "What's that I hear being said about me?"

  Miller's cheeks pink up as Sky comes up behind me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

  "Rich kids? You know your way around a Switch or a PlayStation, kid?"

  "Could probably whip an old guy on either one of them."

  Sky laughs, and it's adorable to see the offense on his face. "Let's find out, shall we?"

  "We shallest."

  "Someone's a smartass,” Sky says.

  "Preachers can't say bad words."

  That's the last thing I hear as I move toward our bedroom. Little Miss is down in less than fifteen minutes, looking cuter than a cupcake with her little arms raised up above her head as she lies in the little sleeping box thing.

  I hop in the shower, figuring I'll get prepared for Sky babe. As I wrap the towel around my waist afterward, Eden wakes up. I grab a pre-made bottle from the mini-fridge and get her back to sleep.

  The next thing I know, something's pushing into my hole.

  32

  Luke

  With a whimper and a bang…

  Perverse riffs on T.S. Eliot are what’s rolling through my head as V’s eyelashes flutter and he groans at the sensation of my fingers pushing into his lube-slicked hole.

  I pump in and draw out…then pump in again, filling him so good his dick springs straight up in his boxer-briefs and he raises his knees, trying to push up against me.

  “That’s right. What a dirty boy,” I whisper. “Right beside the baby…”

  We got this baby monitor thing that straps to Eden’s foot—tells us if she’s breathing okay and what her heart rate is. I’ve been watching for a little while, and it seems steady. I think she’s in deep sleep, which means our whispering won’t wake her.

  I push right against Rayne’s prostate, and he gives a low moan. Then I pull my fingers out and help him up, wrapping an arm around him as I lead him toward the closet door.

  “I’ve got something for you in here.”

  Vance hangs onto the door frame, looking hilarious with his boner and his sleepy face and puzzled frown.

  “Is that a fucking futon?” he asks, still hoarse from sleep. “It’s…a fuckton?”

  That gives me a good laugh. “It’s our very own fuckton.”

  I’ve got the hunter green futon mattress on the floor, covered with sheets and blankets. “Our love nest,” I say, smirking. But I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I realize I’m not—smirking. I’m grinning like a fool.

  I think of shoving Rayne between his pecs so he’ll fall down, and I can climb on top of him and suck and bite him everywhere I want to. But he looks so sleepy. And he’s such a horny boy, holding his dick like he is.

  I lead him over to the futon nicely. When he sinks down so he's sitting on the edge of it with his legs outstretched, now tugging on his dick, dragging his palm over his swollen cockhead, I straddle his hips and reach down, catching his cock in my hands and then finding my own, pressing us together as my other hand delves down to fondle V's balls.

  I roll them then squeeze, and he makes a strangled sound. "Oh fuck...Luke."

  God, I love it when he says my name that way. All whimper and need.

  First the whimper, then the bang. I nibble at his lip and my thumb feels a pearl of pre-cum beading at his cock’s slit. I smooth the moisture down his shaft, then down mine. The feel of our two thick cocks pressed together makes my legs feel weak with desire.

  I ease V back down on the mattress, giving myself more room to move. Then I press my hips against his, stroking our cocks together as I lean up to nibble at his little, taut, attentive nipple—and he's writhing. Vance is panting under me, lifting his backside off the floor and squeezing at mine.

  "God, Sky. I want you to fuck me right now."

  "Pearl's coming tomorrow. She's watching Eden while we take Miller out to brunch down by the bridge. Anyway...after that..." I give Rayne a slow, firm stroke as my other hand tugs his balls. He's panting, his eyes glassy as they fix on my face.

  "I think Miller's gotta leave later in the day. We'll take him to the airport. I'm not going in at all, to campus. We'll do pre-Sunday stuff in the evening, all online, here in the home studio. And Pearl is taking Eden to her house until tomorrow night."

  "She is?" Rayne’s eyelids lift open.

  "She is. I'm going to take you on a ride and bring our little rubbery friend. I want to take you on vacation." I let his balls go, so I can lean way up and kiss his warm mouth. God, he always tastes so good. So hot and sweet. I'm moving between his legs, rubbing my dick against his because right now both my hands are cupping his slick cockhead. He's lifting himself up to me. Every time our swords cross, I can feel my pulse in my nuts.

  For a moment, I let V’s cock go and run my hands over his short hair, his dark brows, his stubble-roughened jaw. Then I'm kneeling in between his knees, my erection standing at attention as I go at his with both hands. My hands are shaking from how much I want him.

  I can't stop looking at my Rayne. Can't stop working magic on him with my palms and fingers. And then my mouth. I'm sucking his cock, and he's pulling my hair, twisting his hips, saying "sorry" because he's started fucking my throat. But I love it. I'm laughing. And then, right before he comes, I pull my mouth off him and smooth the slickness down his dick, over his heavy balls, and back behind them. When I’m sure he’s nice and slick, I push a finger in.

  I wasn't sure about this; I'd been wondering if I should just sit on his dick, but when he groan
s and arches off the floor, trying to take my finger deeper, I know I made the right move.

  "That's right." I give him another finger...and another, till he's grunt-groaning. I wrap my other hand around the base of his cock.

  "Christ, Sky."

  "I'm not Christ.” I smile. “Not even close."

  I push my fingers deeper, nudging at his prostate, and his tip weeps rivulets of pre-cum onto my fist.

  "Feels good, doesn't it?"

  Vanny makes a hoarse sound.

  I work him till he's moaning, brainless. Lifting his hips, fucking my hand. Rocking so his cock is bouncing.

  "Suck me off, Sky. I can come again…later." He's panting. I move my hand off his cock and cradle his balls. “These feel heavy?”

  He groans loudly. I can feel his body tremble, and he's drawing his knees up then stretching his legs out again, writhing as I push my fingers deep into his tight heat.

  "Poor boy can't stay still. He's got his hole stretched and his balls grabbed and he needs to come."

  "I…do,” he grunts.

  I tug his balls, and I feel chills sweep down his muscular legs.

  "That’s so hot."

  "You gotta…fuck me, Sky. You can pound as hard as you want."

  I lean down and give his cock a long, hot suck, loving the engorged girth of it, loving how I taste him, how he's panting, coming undone.

  When I taste too much, I move off him, pull my boxer-briefs down to my knees, and grab the lube I left beside the futon mattress. I squirt some in my palm, slick it over my own aching hard-on, and rub my head against Vance where he’s slick and hot and waiting to be stretched open.

  "I love this part," I murmur as I rub my head against him. "When I'm on the bottom, I love how you rub me like this..."

  I rub against him...over his hole and then up, so I'm pushing at the underside of his sac; it's gone taut and full now, which makes me feel like I’m going to blow as I rub my tip against it.

  "I can't wait to stuff this hole full of that tomorrow. Use the remote."

  Rayne groans, spreading his knees fully open. He grabs his own cock and starts stroking slowly.

  I hold his leg with one hand and my dick with the other, nudging into him as V inhales. I push in with a firm thrust. Rayne moans as he's impaled on my cockhead. His face twists and his whole body trembles as his hand fists over his abs.

  "Aghhh God."

  I feed him the rest of my length inch by inch. He seems almost half asleep, as if he's in a sex daze. I can feel the sweat on his skin. He's so zoned out, he's not bracing for me, so if I'm not careful, I could hurt him.

  Two more smooth thrusts, and I'm all the way in. Vance’s mouth is slightly open. He shifts his hips, moaning, and his legs are slack and wide and shaking. His hand moves over my thigh, and my hand closes around his cock.

  "Fuck," he shudders.

  "If I move, you're gonna blow, aren't you?" I do move...a little, and he answers me with a moan.

  "I'm so fucking hard I feel my heartbeat up inside you."

  I pull out a fraction of an inch. He's so tight around me, bliss spills through my lower body, and I feel my own balls firm up, my cock swell as more blood fills it.

  "God, V." I shift my hips, brushing my tip against his prostate, and the pressure on my cockhead makes sweat roll down my back.

  "I wanna fuck you hard,” I groan, “but then…it'll be over."

  "Give it to me. Please, Sky."

  My balls are so heavy. Rayne’s big, throbbing cock is oozing all over my hand.

  "You wanna come now?"

  "Yeah. I gotta come, Sky."

  I shove in as deep as I can, jacking my hips so I'm teasing his prostate, and V shouts as cum erupts all over my hand and his stomach. I pull halfway out, then sink back in, and I'm in heaven with him.

  "Fuck. So warm." He shudders, and I grin down at him. I love knowing that he’s full of my cum.

  "Mine," I murmur.

  I pull out slowly, leaning over to nip at his earlobe.

  Then I lie on my side beside him, my cock twitching with aftershocks as I wrap my leg over him. "This is what's been missing. I need more Rayne."

  "McD," he rasps, kissing my hair.

  We lie there together for a few quiet moments. I hold Vance like he's my life raft. Because he is.

  "You are my heart. You know that?" I whisper in the quiet darkness

  His arm around me tightens. "And you're mine."

  His sweat-slick body twitches like he's falling asleep. Eden picks that moment to cry. We both laugh, and I put a hand on Vance’s arm.

  “Cover up.” I do it for him, spreading one of our weighted blankets over his long body before I drop to my knees to kiss him on the cheek. “Stay in here until you want to get a shower. Let me take care of the baby.”

  After cleaning myself up, and grabbing Edey, I take her into the living room, where she sits in the swing while I race Miller on Xbox.

  Later, Rayne joins us, and we order some sushi. He takes Miller out with him to pick it up, and I keep Eden with me while I do the Sunday prep with our production team.

  After that, we sit in the kitchen talking for a long while, Rayne telling Miller all about our zig-zag courtship. Miller seems more at-ease, more okay than he has so far.

  By the time Vance takes Eden into our bedroom to put her down again, I feel like there’s no ice to be broken. I’m drinking a beer, feeling relaxed. So I just give it to him:

  “Do you want to stay here for a while? For as long as you want?”

  He swallows, and when he looks back at me, I’m pretty sure his eyes are gleaming. He wipes them with the back of his hand. “I have to go back,” he says roughly. “There’s some…obligations I have. But thank you.” His face is caught between gratitude and something like regret. “It means a lot to me.”

  “It’s cool, man. Just know that you always have a place here if you need somewhere to go. Or if you want to babysit.” I grin.

  We chat more, and I found out Miller plays football.

  “You play for a college? That why you need to go back?”

  He nods.

  “Tell us what school and we’ll watch on TV.”

  He smiles but doesn’t say, and just before he heads to bed, he eats a second serving of sushi.

  I slide under the covers with Vanny around midnight. We’d been sleeping with the baby in the middle, but this time, I stacked some pillows to the right of her box thing, and I’m right up against Rayne. I drape an arm over his chest and snuggle my foot against his leg. And when I close my eyes, the world feels right.

  Epilogue

  Vance

  Feast or famine. Isn’t that what they say? I wait for years to feel one fucking ray of sunlight, and now this…abundance.

  We drop Miller off at the airport, having hooked him up with someone he can talk to back at college. Then Sky tortures me with the damn plug for hours as he drives me all around the city, ending at the townhouse, where we stay the night and make a mess with honey…among other things.

  Sunday is church time, and what happens there feels like a miracle—at least to me. The sanctuary is so full, the people spill out of the over-flow seats that are normally only used for Easter, so the staff has to scramble to set up projectors outside.

  Sky preaches a normal enough sermon, but at the end, when he mentions The Rainbow Initiative, almost everyone in the building gets to their feet and claps, giving him a standing ovation Pearl tells me she’s never seen them do before.

  “That was the most attendance we’ve ever had,” Sky says after the service, wiping tears off his cheeks.

  We go home and Sky loads Edey into her new baby pouch thingie, and we walk a few blocks to pick up lunch: veggie burgers. As Sky hands his card to the woman at the register, she frowns at me.

  “You’re Vance Rayne.” She tells me she was here the day that everything went down with the crazy bigot hothead. “I’m so sorry that I didn’t do more.” She gives us our burgers for free,
and then, as we turn to go, she steps away from the register and whispers near my ear, “They’re filing charges against that man. I’m not sure it’s public yet. My husband is on the police force. They’ve got a lot of video, and testimony. From me and several others.” She arches her brows, and I manage to thank her without getting weird and weepy.

  “Good,” Sky says, as we head back home. “They should get him.”

  “Where’s our understanding pastor?” I tease.

  “He’s a Papa now. And husband.”

  I’m grinning at that as we near our driveway—and spot a black Escalade parked along the sidewalk.

  Raymond gets out, approaching us but hanging a few feet back. “I don’t want to intrude,” he says. “I’m leaving tomorrow, and was wondering if you might want to…spend a bit of time together. When it suits you, of course.”

  Sky stays quiet. I ask Raymond what he likes to eat, and he explains that he’s vegan.

  Even Luke smiles at that.

  “Why don’t you come over for dinner,” I tell him, and add, “I’m a vegan, too.”

  He comes at six and stays till ten, and it’s a weird but weirdly good night.

  “I don’t think I hate him,” Luke says after he goes.

  I laugh. “Right? Me either. Everybody makes mistakes.”

  Sky’s face screws up like he’s going to talk some smack about poor Raymond, who’s turning out to be a pretty nice guy—quiet and quick-witted, great with knock-knock jokes and historical facts, and sometimes easily embarrassed.

  Instead Luke says, “I think it’s just…take it or leave it. You know? He’s alive, and he’s your biological father. So you can take it or leave it. And if you take it, doors are open that maybe aren’t if you don’t. You never know how something might turn out.”

  I think about that as our legal team files out of a meeting room in Evermore on Monday evening.

  The head lawyer nods. “It looks like a go,” she says, smiling.

  Sky and I step inside, coming face to face with Eden’s birth mom for the first time.