Shared & Protected

by J P Books

  “You should stay here,” he says, out of the blue. “You have to be our designer. We’ll hire you under any terms you want – contract, as a partner, whatever. We can find you your own apartment or you can stay here. Obviously, staying here is the best choice,” he finishes and I can feel him smiling.

  “Aren’t you speaking for Adam quite a lot?” she teases him. “Don’t you think you guys should talk before offering to hire me?”

  “No need,” I tell her. “I agree with everything he just said. If it were up to me, you’d never leave this apartment again. But of course, it’s not up to me. What do you want to do?”

  She’s quiet for a very long minute, one finger drawing lines up and down my arm as she thinks silently.

  “I just have one condition,” she says, and then pauses.

  “Anything,” Parker agrees quickly. I chuckle but nod my head too.

  “Can we make this,” she squeezes my arm and, I’m guessing, some part of Parker with her other hand, “a job requirement?”

  Parker laughs and squeezes her shoulder, and I just turn my head to kiss her firmly on the head.

  “You got it, babe.”

  EPILOGUE

  One Month Later

  Parker

  I can hear Alexa in the kitchen, tapping on the pans and popping down the lever of the toaster. It’s the most beautiful sound on earth and I groan in pure contentment, stretching my body until every joint feels new again.

  “I love it when she cooks,” Adam mutters into his pillow. He’s sprawled face down, looking very much like a lazy starfish. I sit up, grab the pillow that was behind my head, and smack it across his ass.

  “We should be helping, you lazy ass,” I say, and hop out of bed to follow my own advice.

  Walking naked out of the bedroom, I stroll into the kitchen and take her head in my hands, leaning down for a sloppy kiss, morning breath, and everything.

  She holds her hands out, like she’s being held up, one with a spatula in it, and the other carefully holding two eggs.

  She laughs into my mouth and I let her go with a grin.

  Life has gotten very good in the past month. I love having Alexa around, and she appears to love being here. Adam, well, Adam’s a happy little clam.

  We’re almost ready to launch the new business. The three of us have been working around the clock, without even noticing. It seems the only time we stop is when we realize we’re starving or when one of us gets a horny little thought in our heads.

  Eat, fuck, work. I honestly don’t know why nobody has labeled this the secret to life yet.

  “We going for a ride today?” Alexa asks, and I wonder how I could have forgotten that in my secret happiness equation. She has turned into quite the biker babe.

  “Any time you want, sweetheart,” I smile at her. Even though I’ve had her naked and screaming underneath me more times than I can count now, there’s still something crazy erotic about having her breasts pressed against my back, her arms wrapped around my chest, and the rumble of my engine between our legs.

  Just as I’m about to start the rumble between her legs, someone knocks on our door.

  “Who the fuck is that?” Adam yells from inside the bedroom.

  “It’s gotta be a neighbor,” I say, glancing down at my total nakedness. “Nobody buzzed.”

  Alexa smacks my ass and moves towards the door. “I’ll get it, you naked perv,” she laughs at me as I duck into the bedroom to throw some pants on. She hasn’t jumped or given a frightened Bambi look at loud noises in weeks, but I still hate to leave her alone in unexpected circumstances.

  My ears are on high alert, even though I’m sure there’s no reason to worry. I hop on one leg trying to pull on my PJ pants when I hear a man’s voice and freeze.

  “Took me a while to find you, babe. Were you hiding from me?”

  I drop my pants and run out of the bedroom butt naked and not giving a shit. I hear Adam burst out of bed behind me.

  Alexa is standing at the door, frozen, staring at a tall, lanky man with dark hair. He sees me and his face goes nearly purple with rage.

  “Are you fucking around on me!” he screams in her face.

  I reach her before he thinks to make a grab for her and yank her back, away from the door.

  Adam is there to catch her, and he holds her tightly, turning her head away.

  “You need to fucking leave right fucking now,” I growl through my teeth, barely restraining myself from going full postal on this jackass.

  “And you need to never, ever come back.”

  “Fuck you,” he quips, looking down his stupid fucking nose at me. “Who’s going to make me, a couple of naked twinks?”

  My fist hits his face before the last word is even out of his mouth. He flies back into the hall, his hands covering his nose which starts to leak blood. His eyes are wide and I can tell he’s the kind of bully who’s never been hit before.

  I’m shaking with rage, but I hold back. I could easily kill him. And say it was self-defense. I wouldn’t even care if I got life for it if I thought he’d threaten her again.

  But his face tells me everything I need to know. He won’t come back again. Not this time.

  “Leave. Now. And if Adam or I ever see you again – even if it’s by accident – don’t expect to survive it. Now run.”

  And he does.

  I close the door and go to Alexa, who’s still in Adam’s arms. I think we’re all shaking, and I cover her back with my body so that she’s fully enveloped between the two of us.

  “It’s ok,” I whisper to her. “It’s going to be ok now. He’s gone. He’s never coming back.”

  I kiss her head and rub her shoulders. I need to touch her, to feel her physical safety in my hands.

  I make eye contact with Adam. “Bring to the bedroom,” I say, and watch him lift her in his arms to follow me back to bed.

  He lays her gently on the bed, and we each take a side, surrounding her with our presence.

  I want to wipe out every memory of her ex, and I start refocusing her attention by taking one soft nipple in my mouth. It responds immediately, firming as I suck gently. I massage the other with my hand, and I know Adam’s using his hands on her body as well because I can feel her respond to both our touches uniquely.

  “Thank you,” say says softly and I feel her hand on my head.

  I don’t answer, but place hot kisses all over her chest, slowly working my way down between her legs.

  I kiss her stomach and then the tops of her thighs. There’s already a wet spot on the sheets beneath her.

  I slip my hands underneath her ass and lift her up gently to get better access. I run my nose through her soft, velvety folds, enjoying the musky scent that is only her.

  “Yes,” she gasps, wanting more. I thrust out my tongue to taste her.

  “No,” she says. “I need you inside me, now,” she demands.

  Happy to oblige, I stand up. Adam throws me a condom and I pump my cock a few times to get it to complete hardness before wrapping it up.

  Adam has taken over her breasts, and I can see her hard nipples glimmering with traces of wetness left from his mouth.

  I position myself at her entrance and can feel that she’s ready; hot, wet and aching to be filled.

  “Adam, I want you too,” she says.

  I pause, not quite sure how that’s going to work out. We’ve gotten progressively more experimental over the past month or so, but logistically some things are still difficult to accomplish.

  She’s holding out her arms though and motioning for him to straddle her. He props her head up on pillows before taking his position.

  For me, there’s nothing that feels as good as a soft pussy wrapped around my cock, but something about Adam’s muscular ass, flexing as he slowly thrusts into her mouth, makes my balls tighten.

  The welcoming depths of Alexa feels smooth and tantalizing as I plunge in and out of her, bu
t the memory of his tight ass, begging to be penetrated but resisting every inch is an erotic image that drives me to the brink. He’s groaning already, and I can hear her humming with pleasure.

  I follow the movements of her body, holding her hips and driving deep inside of her. Her wetness is running down my leg.

  I hear a loud smack as she releases Adam from her mouth, gasping out a “yes” and throwing her hips up to grind against me hard.

  “Oh god, I’m so close,” she says, whimpering.

  I see Adam’s arm jerking as he takes over and lets her focus solely on her own pleasure. His ass and all the muscles of his back flex.

  I can feel her demanding pussy tightening around my cock.

  “Adam,” she asks, “will you do something for me?”

  “Anything, babe, you know that.”

  “Will you fuck Parker? I want to watch you while he’s inside me.”

  I groan in anticipation, feeling my cock thicken even more.

  “I’m so close baby, I want to watch you.”

  He looks at me questioning but apparently sees my acceptance written all over my face because he stands up. He grabs a bottle of lube from the side table and another condom.

  In seconds, I feel warm, oily slickness running down my ass and it takes a supreme effort not to keep slamming into Alexa.

  I hear him rip open the condom and then feel his large hands rubbing the lube over my ass cheeks, pulling them apart.

  He starts with a finger and I suck in my breath. This alone is usually enough to make me blow my load, and I’m going to have to keep it together if we’re going to give Alexa the show she’s craving.

  I focus on my breathing, but I know my fingers are digging into her hips. He plays with my ass for a minute, then moves to put in two fingers.

  I try not to wince. I imagine his cock deep inside me and let my breath out. The pain stops and I can feel my body responding. He drives into me with two fingers, and then three, and finally, I feel his thick hard cock putting pressure on my ass.

  “Fuck,” I gasp, and Alexa starts writhing her body underneath me, loving what she’s watching.

  Adam slowly pushes inside me, waiting for me to adjust and then slowly going a bit further.

  “Holy fuck,” he gasps. “I’ve never felt anything so tight in my life.”

  I’m struggling not to move, overwhelmed by the pressure inside me and the rocking hips of Alexa underneath me.

  “I’m not going to last,” I say through my teeth. “I’m going to fucking come.” I’m not moving, but the pressure of an orgasm is building anyways. Throbbing pulses are radiating from my ass and my balls are so tight they hurt. Alexa’s wet pussy is tortuously soft in comparison.

  “Come for me baby,” she encourages me, “come for us.” She moves faster underneath me and Adam pushes himself even deeper.

  I stop breathing and every muscle in my body flexes as the orgasm rips through me. I hear my own yell and feel my body spasm. I collapse onto my arms, being held up by Adam’s hands. The movement drives him even deeper inside me and the waves keep coming.

  Finally, I feel a tingling sensation all over and I gasp in a deep breath. I plunge deep into Alexa, one last time before pulling out.

  Adam carefully pulls out too, and I crawl onto the bed, kissing Alexa as I stretch out to lay beside her, my body feeling like a mass of jelly.

  “Holy fuck, babe,” I say as I pull her earlobe between my teeth. “Adam’s going to have to take over.

  He pulls off the condom he’s wearing and holds out his hand for mine. Not even this seems strange to us anymore.

  I watch as he slides another over his cock, so huge I have no idea how it fit inside me just minutes ago and steps between Alexa’s legs.

  “Yes baby,” she moans. “I need you. Hard. Please.”

  He pulls her down to the edge of the bed and lifts her hips up to meet him. She wraps her legs around him and bridges her body to give him access.

  He doesn’t waste time but plunges himself inside her. The angle makes it look almost painful, to my eyes, but she’s clearly enjoying it.

  “Holy fuck,” she screams. “Right there, don’t stop.”

  Adam doesn’t stop. Using his arms he lifts her and drops her, over and over again on his cock, getting more and more frenzied.

  Suddenly her body arches and she lets out a strangled gasp. I watch as she rides out her orgasm and he clenches his jaw, deep inside her.

  As her cries quiet, I watch her body relax, once again letting Adam’s arms carry her weight. He starts moving again, slowly, and deeply inside her.

  It only takes a few more thrusts before his body goes rigid and I know he’s pumping everything he has inside of her right now.

  He carefully lets her drop to the bed and she scoots back to snuggle up beside me.

  In a minute, he’s lifting both our heads and slipping his arm beneath us, protecting the other side of her body. The three of us lay there in silence, utterly spent both emotionally and physically.

  “I believe you,” she sighs, so quietly I almost don’t hear it. “I believe you. He’s never coming back. I’m finally free of him.” And I feel one single tear drop hit my chest.

  THE END

  Naughty Vacation

  CHAPTER 1

  Janice

  Stupid asshat Peter, I thought to myself.

  That line had played through my mind over a thousand times in the past few days and it still didn’t make my heart feel any better or do anything to fill the pit in my stomach.

  How could he? The natural follow up question that I haven’t been able to find an answer to.

  I thought we’d been happy. All our friends thought we were the perfect couple. Sure, we had our issues, but wasn’t it normal to fall into a rut sometimes? That didn’t mean he could go and cheat on me!

  I still can’t believe it. My brain knows it really happened by my heart refuses to believe it. My heart still loves him, even after what he did.

  What’s more, all our friends turned out to be all his friends. I didn’t realize that I had gotten so distant from my own friends over the past two years of our relationship, or that I had replaced them all with his social group. It had felt natural, at the time.

  Most of his social group came from his job and, since we worked together, they had felt like my obvious social group too.

  He hadn’t been comfortable with my friends, always saying they were too boring and he never wanted to do the things that they enjoyed, like going to see a play. He wanted to hang out and drink and get stoned, like everyone else we worked with. So that’s what we did.

  But now that I have to go into work and see him there, not just knowing what he did to me, but assuming everyone else there knows as well, I can’t hang out with any of them.

  Stupid asshat Peter, I thought again.

  Now I don’t have a boyfriend and I need to find a new job too.

  Not that I will miss my current job badly. Turns out a recently graduated Fine Arts student whose inner confidence only shows up when she’s on stage doesn’t actually have a clear and obvious career path or employment offer waiting for her. So I ended up bartending in a local bar and that’s where I met Peter.

  If only I could say that’s where my bad luck ends. But I have a ton of student loan debt to repay and without Peter sharing the cost of bills anymore, I probably need to find two new jobs.

  Stupid, cheating, asshat.

  I need a vacation from life.

  Or at least a drink with Alicia.

  The one friend, who I had never let go of is, fortunately, meeting me for coffee later today, and I can’t be more excited. Alicia had been my soul sister from the day we met at high school, and we always talked about everything, all day, every day.

  Alicia would help me make sense of my world again. And that thought puts a smile on my face.

  *****

  It doesn’t matter if we’ve
just seen each other the day before or if we’ve been out of range for months, whenever Alicia and I meet up we become those two annoying girls you see on TV. The ones who screech when they see each other and do a little hug dance in the middle of a busy area, completely uncaring of whose way they’re in or what conversations they’re interrupting.

  I squeeze her extra tight today; I really need her right now!

  “Oh my god, girl, it’s good to see you,” I say.

  “Fucking life, right?” Alicia is the most caring and giving and compassionate person I know, but she has a mouth on her.

  I laugh and try not to burst into tears. Of course, she knows what happened, but I dive right in and tell her every single dirty detail of stupid asshat Peter’s dick dipping.

  “What did I do to make him cheat on me like that?” I whine. “I thought we were fine. I thought he loved me. I thought I was good enough for him...”

  “You just stop right there. YOU are too good for him. Nobody gets forced to cheat. Cheating bastards cheat because they’re bastards who can’t appreciate what they’ve got. He was lucky to have you and you are lucky to be rid of him. You know I always hated the way he talked to you, and now you never have to hear his slimy patronizing bullshit ever again. Count your lucky stars, girl.”

  God, I love Alicia. I know she’s right, but it’s still hard to believe. I sniffle and nod but don’t know what to say.

  “You know what you need?” Alicia perks up.

  “What?”

  “A vacation! Seriously, I have the best idea ever! I’m heading on a Caribbean cruise in two weeks and you have to come with me! Just me and you and all those hot guys waiting for us!”

  Alicia’s practically yelling at me and my heart starts to race with excitement at the idea, but just as quickly reality sets in.

  “Oh god, Alicia, I would love to more than anything, but I can’t. I have so many bills and now that Peter’s moved out, I have to pay for everything on my own. And I have to find a new job. I can’t work at the bar with him anymore. I just can’t.”