Shared & Protected

by J P Books

  “Adam,” he nearly whispers. “That’s you.”

  My heart soars. He gets it! I look at him, completely unable to suppress the joy on my face and see his eyes wide in astonishment.

  I look over at Adam and the look on his face makes the sharp sting of tears come to my eyes. He’s staring at them in awe.

  “These are amazing,” he says. “It really is me.”

  “It is!” I answer happily. “These are all you.”

  I flip the page to show Parker his designs.

  The next pages are filled with thin, purposeful lines. They twine and flow into shapes more reminiscent of nature – waterfalls, trees, mountains. Where Adam is nurture, Parker is the steadfast, living embodiment of nature. He’s full of playful life but will always stand strong when tested.

  Adam laughs out loud when he sees the next pages. “That’s you for sure, Parker! I’d never have been able to put you into art, but that’s you.”

  I’m grinning like the Cheshire cat at this point and I toss my head to see what Parker thinks.

  Again, his eyes are wide in amazement. He makes the greatest faces.

  “Is this really what you think of me?” he asks, tracing one finger over some of the designs. “It’s so…I don’t know. I want to say playful, but when you look at it another way, it’s totally manly.”

  “Just like you,” I say, happier than I’ve ever been at presenting designs to my clients.

  The next few pages are a combination of the two men, with the bold and thin lines weaving together to create unity. This would be their brand if they liked it.

  And they do. I hand the book over to them and they flip through the pages, pointing out design after design, laughing and flexing their muscles as they imitate what they think the designs look like.

  They look at the designs for ages, and it makes my heart fill with pride. I can’t think of a single another moment in my life that has meant more to me.

  That thought fills me with a sudden wave of sadness and it dawns on me that this is not my real life. This has been an incredible little vacation from reality, but where can it possibly lead? I’m going to have to start planning my next move soon. My car will be ready eventually and I’ll either have to keep moving or – I don’t know – find a way to stay hidden from Matt forever.

  I hate that such a black cloud has set up camp over this bright, happy day. I hate even more that Adam sees my mood change almost instantly.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks, putting the sketchbook down and looking concerned.

  What am I going to tell these guys? These men who have taken me in and made me feel safe and protected and reminded me of what it was like to find the passion in my life again. Was I just going to leave and disappear on them?

  I can’t do that. I’m going to have to tell them, I think. Maybe they’ll kick me out, as they probably should, but they deserve to know. Fucking Matt isn’t their problem. I probably shouldn’t have even stayed this long.

  Fighting against tears, I decide to tell them the whole story.

  CHAPTER 8

  Adam

  I’ll kill him. It’s the mantra that continues to repeat itself over and over in my head.

  If he’s ever stupid enough to set foot anywhere near Alexa again, I’ll kill him.

  No wonder she was suspicious and terrified when we first met her. I’ll kill the fucking bastard.

  Over the past few days, Parker and I have gotten very close to Alexa. Even without knowing her story, she won our respect and friendship just by being a fun person to spend time with. She really took the effort to understand who we are at our cores. She says it was for the designs, but I think it’s just who she is.

  I think that’s why she fits in so well with the two of us. We’ve spent years of our lives training to be able to read people, but she comes by it naturally. It’s her downfall in many ways, I guess. She’s too empathetic. Parker and I are going to have to make sure no one takes advantage of that again.

  Fucking bastard animal.

  I had to leave the apartment after she was done telling us everything. Thank god for fucking white knight Parker, he kept a level head. I could see the anger burning in his eyes as much as I felt it, but he could hide it better than I could.

  I made an excuse and left to get more wine. I rode to the next town to get it, defying all traffic regulations and letting the thrum of the engine between my legs work its magic on me.

  Nothing can calm me quite as a fury ride can.

  I’m back now, walking upstairs instead of taking the elevator.

  I enter my own apartment quietly, not entirely sure what I’m going to find. Immediately, I can feel the energy of the room has changed. Parker has worked his magic. She’s put her trust in him, in us, and accepts that we’ll keep her safe.

  They’re on the couch, play fighting or something. She’s got one leg swung overtop of one of his, and their hands are intertwined, sort of wrestling. They’re both laughing. They look intimate, but not in a way that I feel like I’m interrupting. I clear my throat anyway, just to be sure they know I’m there.

  “Hey bud,” Parker barks at me, not taking his attention off his hand war with Alexa. “Took you long enough – you get the wine?”

  “Yeah,” I say, holding up two bottles in the affirmative.

  I immediately crack one open and join them in the living room, pouring for all three of us.

  Parker wins whatever they’re doing, and she laughs and smacks him, getting up to go to the restroom now that she’s free.

  As she stands, something comes over me. I don’t want to bring the room back into the anger zone, but I can’t stop myself from grabbing her and pulling her into a protective hug.

  She’s surprised, but it only takes a second for her to hug me back as if she can tell that I need her strength just as much as I’m promising her mine. She feels suddenly small and fragile in my arms and I kiss her forehead.

  There are tears running down her cheeks and, without thinking, I lean down to kiss them away. She hugs me harder and turns her head towards me, meeting my lips with hers.

  We’ve both forgotten Parker is in the room, even though he’s sitting only inches away from us. He hasn’t forgotten though, and he makes a move to get up.

  Awkwardly jolting us back to reality, we break apart.

  I didn’t plan for that and get a guilty feeling in the pit of my stomach. I don’t want to take advantage of her. I don’t know what she and Parker have with each other. I don’t know what possessed me. All I know is that I don’t want to stop it.

  “Don’t let me stop you guys, I’ve gotta get home anyways. Early morning and all that…” he tries to casually leave the room. I just stand there, having no idea what to do.

  “No! Parker don’t go! I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened,” she looks at me guiltily, and then at Parker with the same look on her face. She feels like she’s betrayed one of us, I can tell. Maybe both.

  “Yeah, don’t go,” I agree with her. “I shouldn’t have done that. It must be the wine talking. Stay. Drink. We’re good.”

  Parker looks at me, reading my every emotion. I don’t even realize I’m hard as a rock until he looks at the tent I’m pitching with one raised eyebrow.

  He looks at Alexa and his face shows the dilemma he’s fighting with. He doesn’t want to go, but he doesn’t want to cock block me either.

  “Please stay,” Alexa moves towards him, with her hands outstretched. He takes one of her hands in his.

  “Are you sure?” he asks. “I don’t want to get in the middle of anything.”

  She runs her thumb over his hand and I can imagine what it must feel like to have her stroking his skin, wishing she was stroking my skin.

  “I’m just so grateful to both of you,” she says, looking up into his face. “Parker, I’ve never known anyone who made me feel like I could trust them completely. I’ve only known you for a few days but you ma
ke me feel like you’d do anything for me…” her voice trails off.

  “I would.”

  She’s looking at him, but I can feel the tension in their gaze and all of a sudden I feel like it’s me who should be getting the fuck out.

  But just as the thought crosses my mind, she turns to me, with her other hand held out. Without conscious thought, I reach for it.

  “So would I,” I say, meaning it. “We’d both do anything for you.”

  “Anything?” she asks, so quietly I can barely hear her. And then I see the fire in her eyes and it sends a rush of heat scorching through my veins directly to my cock.

  My eyes dart up to Parker’s, instinctively knowing where this is going and wondering if he’s game. He’s already got a smirk tugging the corner of his mouth, which I take as a yes.

  I look back at her and repeat, “Anything.”

  The look on her face is rewarding, but the kiss she plants on me is even better. It doesn’t last nearly long enough though.

  She breaks away and turns to Parker, who dips his head to take his turn on her mouth. She’s still gripping both of our hands, and she swings them around, pulling us both closer to her.

  She pulls Parker’s arm behind her, placing his hand on my ass, and doing the same thing with my hand, so I find myself in the unfamiliar position of grabbing an ass much firmer than the soft, feminine globes I’m used to gripping.

  Surprisingly, feeling how hard his ass is, just makes my cock stand up that much straighter. I move in close to Alexa, enjoying the feel of her body against mine. Parker digs his fingers into my cheek and flexes his ass at the same time, grinding against her. She lets out a small moan that sends electricity through my body.

  I take my free hand and push her hair to one side, kissing her neck. She moans again and reaches her hand behind her, between my legs, to massage my cock through my pants. I assume she’s doing the same to Parker.

  “Too many clothes,” she pants, breaking her mouth free from him.

  I take a small step backward and start to unbutton my jeans in total agreement. Parker and Alexa both follow suit and we all start stripping our clothes off. I lean in to reclaim her mouth, but she presses a hand against my chest, holding me back.

  She moves back to the couch and sits down, beckoning the two of us to join her. Instead of letting us sit down though, she motions for us to stand in front of her.

  Parker gives me a ‘devil may care’ grin and does as instructed. I walk over to stand in front of her, my hard dick inches from her face and my fingers tingling with the desire to feel inside her.

  She grasps both our cocks at the same time and softly rubs them. Parker lets out a moan and drops his head back, and a growled “oh fuck” escapes my own mouth.

  She smiles in encouragement and takes a firmer hold of me, pumping and massaging it. Her head moves towards Parkers long length and I find myself mesmerized as I watch her take him in her mouth.

  He sucks in his breath and bucks into her. One of his hands moves to her hair and the other surprises me by gripping my ass again. His fingers digging into me was hot, transferring the pleasure he was getting from her mouth into the pressure of his hands.

  I start fucking the hand that’s stroking me, following the rhythm of her bobbing head.

  She pulls back after a minute and moves towards me. Her tongue darts out to lick the drip of precum forming at my tip and I realize why Parker needed to hold onto something. I reach back to grab his ass like he’d done to me, as the only thing stopping me from grabbing onto her head instead.

  “Fuck yeah,” he groans, enjoying his turn to watch.

  I feel her mouth open, her lips wrapping around my hot, throbbing cock. I want to fuck her mouth so hard, but I hold back, letting her set the pace.

  She takes me as fully into her mouth as she can, and sucks.

  The noise I make is half whimper half growl and I’d be mortified to let Parker hear it if I wasn’t so fucking lost in the feeling. My eyes are closed and I’m struggling to control my breathing as every beat of my heart brings my dick that much closer to an explosion.

  I feel her tongue massaging my shaft and my fingers dig into the hard muscles of Parker’s ass. I’m sure we’re both going to be bruised, and I don’t care.

  She pulls off me, and turns back to Parker, giving me a chance to catch my breath.

  “Yes,” he moans.

  Her hand wraps itself back around my wet cock and I feel a new pressure on my asshole, shocking me into thrusting with the immediate and intense sensation. “Holy fuck,” I groan.

  Parker chuckles, but it’s cut off by a moan of his own pleasure.

  I’ve never tried ass play myself, most women shying away from the area naturally. I had no idea what it could feel like. Parker’s finger pressing at my hole – not even inside – is making me need. I don’t know exactly what I need, but I fucking need more of it.

  “Harder,” I gasp, and I feel her hand tighten around my cock, pumping harder. I feel Parker’s finger press harder, trying to get inside me.

  It hurts, but that barely registers against the need for more. “Fuck.” I can feel him inside me now, just barely, and my cock throbs, harder than it’s ever been before. “Holy fuck.”

  I feel her move, just seconds before I feel her mouth on my cock again. I instinctively thrust into her mouth, not able to control my body anymore.

  Parker sidesteps towards me to get closer. I realize I’m hogging the attention and enough of my mind clears to offer him some of the same sensations that I’m feeling.

  Carefully, I move my hand so that I can press a finger between his cheeks against his hole.

  “Yes,” he groans.

  I’m surprised at how tight he is.

  Pressing into him, trying to get inside, magnifies the feeling of his finger in my own ass. Her mouth bobbing on my cock is almost more than I can handle.

  I follow the rhythm of her head, pressing into his ass. His finger inside me takes up the same beat and I can feel myself about to lose control.

  Desperately, I force myself inside him, trying to fill my own need.

  He grunts but I can feel his opening welcome me finally. We’re both panting, and thrusting.

  Alexa pulls back and looks at us both. “You guys are fucking hot,” she whispers. “I want to make you come so hard. I want your come all over me.”

  That’s all I need, I’m so fucking close. My hand comes up to grab my own cock. She moves her hand down, making a circle of pressure around my base.

  I can feel Parker’s finger inside me and I remember to move my own. I pound into his ass with the same ferocity as I jerk my cock. All I can feel is the need for harder.

  I’m seconds away and gasping.

  Parker starts to pant “oh fuck, fuck” and that sets me over the edge. I feel the buildup in my balls exploding out, and I blow my load all over her gorgeous tits. The immediate feeling of release that I’m used to comes and goes but the waves of pleasure continue longer than I can almost handle, triggered by Parker’s finger in my ass.

  Finally, he pulls out, leaving me gasping. It takes me a second to notice that just as much of the mess comes from him, and I pull my own finger out of his ass, watching his cock twitch with the last of his own explosion.

  “Holy fuck,” I manage to say.

  “Holy fuck is right,” Alexa agrees with me. “You guys are fucking hot. I’m about to come and you haven’t even touched me yet.”

  Cringing, I realize that we had just committed the cardinal sin of getting our own rocks off before satisfying our woman.

  She had said it in anticipation though, and casually she lay back on the couch, careful not to let any of the sticky residues slide off her. She runs one hand through the mess and starts to massage her own breast.

  I drop to my knees and Parker does the same beside me. I pull her legs towards me, moving one to hang over my shoulders, giving me perfect access to her d
ripping wet pussy.

  “Oh god,” she whispers, “I’m already so close…”

  I see Parker dip his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth and her hips buck upwards instantly.

  I lean in, eager to taste her. I lick her, moving my tongue from her hot entrance upwards, feeling her thrust again, demanding more.

  She’s whimpering already, and I can tell she wasn’t lying. She is close.

  I remember the need for more I had felt just minutes earlier. I move one finger to dip inside her, exploring her textured depths.

  With the tip of my tongue, I flick her clit. She gasps and makes more whimpering noises.

  “Yes, I need it!” I hear.

  I start to pound against her with the palm of my hand, my finger deep inside her. I suck the hard nub and hear her cry out. She’s thrusting madly against me and I pick up the pace.

  I suck and pound faster until she’s begging. I keep going, faster and faster, sucking at her clit.

  “I’m going to come,” she screams, and I suck harder creating as much pressure inside her as I can.

  I feel the contractions start and her body jerks wildly. I keep pounding until I feel her hips slacken and know that she’s coming down from her orgasm. I can still feel the throbbing of her hot pussy pulsing around my finger.

  I kiss her gently and lick her clean. She jerks every time my tongue flicks lightly against her clit, super sensitive after her orgasm but not moving away.

  After a minute, I feel her chuckling and hear Parker join in. Knowing exactly what they’re feeling, I pull back and put her feet on the floor. I stand up and go to the kitchen to grab some towels, wetting one of them with warm water to clean her up.

  I return to the living room to wipe up the sticky, hardening mess we made of her chest. Then I carefully raise her up and sit down beside her. She lets her head lay on my shoulder and drapes her legs over Parker as he sits on the other side of her. She puts a protective hand around my soft and still tender package and the three of us sit in totally relaxed silence.

  I could feel Parker petting her hair, his fingers brushing against my shoulder with every stroke. It should feel wrong, I think, but it doesn’t.