No Simple Sacrifice (Secrets of Stone Book 5) (35 page)

Fletch scooted his face under hers, taking her mouth in a soft but thorough kiss. He covered her lips, nipping and licking and teasing, before stabbing his tongue up into her open mouth.

“Sweet Jesus.” I muttered the curse. Watching them devour each other…I was nearly over the edge. I took my cock in hand. Once more, lined it up at her entrance.

As I began to enter her, Fletcher’s eyes popped wide. He pushed out a hand, stopping me. “Dude. Condom.” It was a stage whisper, comical if he hadn’t just interrupted my progress toward nirvana. But then I joined him in the panic. I was so turned on, remembering my own name had become a chore, let alone suiting up.

“No. Don’t.” Talia’s breathy plea jerked my stunned stare to her. Back to Fletcher. Down to her again. “Please…I want to feel you. I
need
to feel you, Drake. Just us. Our bodies. Our skin.”

“Baby—”

“It’s okay. I promise. I get a shot. I’m totally clean. I’ve barely been with anyone else in my whole life, and nobody since we started working on the cosmetics line.”

Fletcher cleared his throat, jumping in as capable arbitrator. “Are you sure? Both of us are clean too. I can pull up the paperwork on my phone. I scanned it and stored it.”

“Fucking Boy Scout,” I muttered.

“That’s not necessary,” Talia laughed out. “You guys have to know…I trust you completely now. With everything.”

Before she was even done, she put her body where her mouth was: turning and positioning…and thrusting that delectable ass right back toward me again.

“Drake…
please
.”

That was all the invitation I needed. I sank balls-deep into her in one thrust, making her cry out from beneath me.

“Oh, my
God
!”

“Fuck, yes,” Fletcher hissed.

“That’s it, baby,” I added, issuing the words from my gut…my very soul. “Let us hear you. Give us everything.”

I pulled all the way out, letting a perfect beat pass before slamming all the way back in. I repeated the motion over and over, leaving her empty before completely filling her again. She’d
never
be empty again…in any fucking sense of the word. I chanted it to her with my spirit. Pounded it into her with my body.

My dick pulsed in time with that refrain. And with the blood in my ears. And with the beats of my heart. She consumed me…took my breath away…had stolen my soul and redefined my world. Our sexy, intelligent, inquisitive and courageous Talia…Life would never be the same now that she was in it. Now that Fletcher and I had feasted on the nectar of her love, we were done with the fast food that had sustained our silly existence.

I would never let her go again.

I needed this—needed them—to be complete.

Forces pulled at my body, tightening deep in my stomach, deeper still in my cock. I gritted against the storm, trying to delay it again, concentrating on grinding my hips hard so my balls caressed her clit. But when she gasped again, my cause was doomed.

“Drake…please! Harder. Fuck me harder. I’m—I’m—
please;
it’s right there. I need to come. I…need to…”

Her shriek turned everything else into babble, as Fletcher began pinching and pulling at her nipples. The tweaks made her tense up, squeezing me everywhere inside while I let loose. I slammed my hips into her ass, fucking her like a machine, driving so hard that we traveled, inch by inch, up the platform bed. That was just fine. I followed her, never letting her get too far. By the time she grabbed onto the headboard, knuckles turning white to brace herself, my balls twisted tight against my body, and surges of heat roared up my raging cock.

“
Baby
.”

Her walls fluttered around me.

“
Fuck
.”

Her body milked me, sucked me…demanded everything from me. I only had one answer to give.

“
Yes.
”

I shot hot streams deep into her body, one slow thrust after the next, until my head practically detached from my torso, and my lungs refused to work anymore.

I leaned over her, forehead resting on the small of her back, dick completely locked in the perfect warmth of her body. She was my heaven, my glory…my everything.

After a few minutes, we fell forward onto the mattress. Fletcher was still pressed close, murmuring words of love and praise to her. I finally rolled free, afraid of crushing her any further. Fletch reached over, pulling her up against him. He gathered her thick brown curls into his hand, then twisted the pile atop her head, washing fresh air over her overheated neck and back. The Mexican night was hot and sticky after all the activity.

“Let’s get in the pool,” he suggested.

“I don’t think I can move.” Talia uttered it with a wide grin.

“I’ll carry you. The cool water will feel good on your skin.”

“Okay.”

My best friend cradled our woman in his arms. I followed them into the shallow end of the small infinity pool. The warm water lapped over the sides, seeming to disappear into the evening sky. The stars glowed brightly…matching the light shining from my soul. I watched Fletcher’s profile, and automatically knew he was thinking the same thing.

He pulled Talia back into his arms. I swam over to join them. The water was no more than five feet deep, and being submerged was the perfect follow-up to the sweaty frenzy of our lovemaking.

I locked gazes with my best friend over our beautiful girl’s head…then opened my arms, needing to share in their embrace. Talia opened her eyes and smiled, hooking one arm around me, one around Fletch. I wrapped my other arm around him, and he mirrored the action.

We were a complete circle.

Made of connection, communication…

Love.

“I love you both so much.” It was difficult to speak it but I did, letting them hear the rough honesty of my voice…the vulnerability of my soul. They were the only ones on Earth who’d ever see this huge a chink in my armor. “You make me the happiest man alive. I don’t want to ever experience another day without you.”

“I love you so much too,” Talia whispered. “I never would’ve thought it possible, but it is. You two have shown me the way with your patience, your honesty, and your strength. You’ve shown me the things that are possible when I trust you both completely…when I give myself to you wholly. I will do my very best to never hurt you…to never disappoint you.” She kissed each one of our mouths chastely then smiled. “I’m in, you guys.
I’m all in.
”

I meshed my laugh with hers, but our mirth faded to puzzlement when Fletch didn’t join in. He was eerily still, only moving his eyes, taking us in one at a time, then together. It stunned me a little, seeing that expression on his face, here and now. He usually reserved this kind of sobriety for the boardroom—and then only on rare occasions.

“Brother?” I prompted. “What is it?”

“Fletcher?” Talia had noticed too. Her lips pursed in concern.

He let out a long breath. Then blurted, “I think we should get married.”

“Huh?”

“
What
?”

“Yeah. Here. While we’re in Mexico.”

Shock yanked the air from my throat. That pretty much ruled out any hope of forming words too. Talia didn’t fare much better, though she finally sputtered, “Fletcher…”

“What?” he volleyed. “That’s what I want. Since we’re having this great little gut spill…well, I’m spilling. I want forever. With both of you. I want to know that we belong to each other; that nothing will ever tear us apart again.” He pushed out another pair of labored huffs. “That shit three months ago? Nearly killed me. You both…nearly killed me.” No psychic connection needed now. He wasn’t exaggerating. “I’m not doing that again.” His voice plummeted, strained and tight. “
Ever
.”

My voice finally came back. “Yeah, but dude…” We all knew the reality of getting married. We just…couldn’t. One of us could marry her, but where would that leave the other one? “How would we ever decide something like that?” I didn’t have to elaborate.
Something like that
meant deciding on who’d get to publically call her his own.

As swiftly as it had descended, Fletch’s moroseness lifted. Just like that, the piercing blue twinkle returned to his eyes. His teeth gleamed in the moonlight as he flashed his familiar troublemaker’s grin. “Oh…that’s the easy part, dude.”

“Oh?” I prompted.

“As a wise little lady once taught us…let’s just rock-paper-scissors for it.”

Talia snickered. “Well, that
is
how all
really
important decisions are made.”

“Right?”

After a quick look and shared winks, Talia and I surged at him together, dunking his head under. When he rose up, soaked and grinning, he twisted, grabbed her around the waist, and dug in with tickling fingers. Her screaming peals of laughter danced on the night wind, bright and beautiful even in the middle of the night.

I smiled at them both…these gifts from the universe, delivered by fate just for me. Who the hell cared what the rest of the world said, or how they labeled it? We were destined for our happy ever after, because we were simply destined to
be
. Nobody could take that away from us now, because it was woven into the fabric of our hearts…tattooed onto our souls.

Threads that would never be broken.

Ink that would never be erased.

A love I’d never sacrifice again.

Ever.

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