Something New (42 page)

Now Abby wanted to strangle Braden right back. “No, I’m not saying that, but religion isn’t the same thing. People break up—heck, people never even make an attempt to get together sometimes—due to religion. I didn’t have this desire to know God again when you first met me, and now I’m trying to figure out how it’s going to fit in my life. Maybe it will change me.” That confession hit at the heart of Abby’s deepest, secret fears, and it raised chill bumps all up and down her arms. “Maybe in a way you won’t like.” She blinked rapidly to hold back her pathetic, needy tears. “Maybe in a way you won’t be able to live with or love anymore.”

“No, it won’t.” Braden did not so much as hesitate in his response. “Abby girl.” He tunneled his hand under her hair and pulled her close. “You wouldn’t be struggling so much to find a place where you fit in a church community—one where you can be yourself—if you were so weak of will that someone else could change who you fundamentally are. I’m not worried about that, honey. As far as things go that will be speed bumps for us down the road, that’s not even on my radar.” Braden dragged her the rest of the way home, pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, and Abby almost sobbed. “I promise.”

“What he said,” Rodrigo added. Tilting Abby’s face out of hiding, Rodrigo offered her a crooked smile. “I’ll just add that I did not feel any unspoken pressure to go sit through that service with you this morning. Just as you have the strength of your convictions, I also have mine. And as much as it might shock you to hear this coming from me, I can be open to new things. I like this guy, Father Kurt, and I’m willing to give him a try. If I decide it’s not for me, I’ll go back to sleeping in on Sundays, and you can keep going with Braden. If Braden doesn’t want to go either, I have no problems or insecurities about you going on your own.”

Rodrigo’s gaze darkened, and his hand clenched into a fist at the small of Abby’s back. “You are not shoving me out of your bed because of church, Bit. It took me long enough to figure a way in, and I ain’t leaving. That’s all I have to say.”

“What he said,” Braden mimicked, making something between a laugh and a choking tightness do battle in Abby’s throat.

Braden took Abby’s face in his hands, and it was as if the green in his eyes was translucent. “I didn’t fall in love with you originally because you were a person who abstained from church. I don’t need your hair to always be fiery and long because that’s how I first saw you. You run a well-oiled machine of a business and make beautiful jewelry, but if you decided tomorrow that you wanted to try something new, I wouldn’t stop loving you.” As Braden brushed the hair out of Abby’s eyes, his thumbs mapped the angles and contours of her face and mouth, as if desiring to memorize every detail. “You’re allowed to explore and grow as a person while being in a relationship, Abby. At least I think so. I’d think you would be open to me or Rodrigo doing the same.”

“I would. I do. I am.” Abby kept a bruising hold on one of Braden’s arms but also grabbed at Rodrigo and pulled him in too. “I just love you both so much. I haven’t let myself feel that for such a long time, and I was afraid of losing you over this. I’ve loved you both for so much longer than the time we’ve been together these last few weeks.”

With her confession, Abby’s heart wanted to pump right out of her chest. But her gaze narrowed at the evenness of both men’s pupils and lack of visible response.

“Not that I need either of you to drop to your knees or anything,” she muttered, “but you’re not exactly blown away by my declaration.”

“We already know you love us, baby,” Rodrigo said, his eyes now
finally
twinkling. “You told us the other night as you were drifting off to sleep all exhausted and happy from a mind-blowing orgasm.”

“Oh,” she said, somewhat deflated. “Well I guess that explains the little looks in the bathroom that one morning.” Tears no longer an issue, Abby suddenly felt a bit surly. “Nice of you not to tell me that I’d declared my undying love for you both.”

“We were properly stunned and moved,” Braden informed her, clearly enjoying the hell out of himself. “We also figured you’d get around to admitting it again.”

“Fine, fine. Have your fun.” Abby wasn’t really upset. In fact, Braden’s teasing lifted the rest of the weight she’d been dragging for days off her shoulders. “This is all so freaking weird.”

Confessing secrets and fears, as well as being vulnerable with these men, didn’t feel quite so life-and-death for Abby anymore. A new zest for life that couldn’t be contained suddenly flowed through her, and she no longer feared one of these men might look inside her too closely and see something they couldn’t love. She should have had more faith in
them
. They were too strong and secure in themselves to be thrown by her new journey.

Abby looked at the sexy, masculine sincerity emanating from Braden and Rodrigo, and every pore in her being filled to overflowing with love. “I apologize for frustrating you both so much this past week. The rigid nature in how my parents viewed faith caused them to lie to each other and maybe even deny who they were. Ever since I discovered that part of their history, I let it seep into our relationship and started to fear we could somehow let an outside force tear us apart too. I mixed that in my head with trying to figure out my own faith again, and it all seemed overwhelming.” She took one hand from Rodrigo and one from Braden and put them against her heart. “What we have between us is different. I know that. I swear I do. We’ll all be open with each other as we try to figure this out. None of us are lying, we all love each other, and none of us are living a public life that denies who we are when we’re alone together. That’s what makes the difference.”

“Now you’re getting it.” Rodrigo tugged Abby to him and slipped an arm around her waist. Dark eyes sparking with light, Rodrigo said roughly, “I love you, Bit.” He captured her mouth to his in a clinging, fast kiss. “Nothing you discover about yourself is going to change that.” His gaze slid to Braden, and he jerked his thumb in the man’s direction. “A week ago, I told this son of a bitch I loved him too.”

“I graciously accepted,” Braden shared, grinning wickedly.

Rodrigo made a face. “What he means to say is that his tongue was tied up over it until this morning.”

Braden shot an even smirkier expression back at Rodrigo. “Bite me.”

“I promise to later.” Rodrigo exchanged a dark look with Braden that curled Abby’s toes. Braden then stepped right up to Rodrigo’s side, letting their shoulders touch.

“Right now,” Rodrigo said as they each cuffed a hand around Abby’s neck and tilted her mouth up, “I think Bit needs us both to bite
her
.” As one, they descended and captured her lips, kissing not only her but brushing against each other too. Adrenaline immediately spiked in Abby, and she sank into the three-person kiss.

They already know so well what I like.

Rodrigo and Braden took turns commanding Abby’s mouth, each one bruising and sensitizing her lips with their own style of scraping and nipping and tugging, keeping her so overwhelmed by wonderful sensation she could barely think or breathe. Already achy and desperate, Abby’s lips parted, releasing a wordless moan that each man understood to perfection. Tongues invaded Abby’s mouth, side by side, and took her over with deep licks and tangles, killing Abby and then bringing her back to life with the force of their attention and love.

Her pussy began pulsing and lubricating in record time, preparing itself for some kind of penetration—any kind—so long as it involved one or both of these men. Abby rubbed herself against the solid walls of Rodrigo’s and Braden’s bodies and at the same time tore at their jackets and shirts, needing that hot, hard skin against hers, or she thought she might scream.

Struggling to catch his breath, Braden broke the kiss and reached down to still Abby’s frantic fingers. “Slow down, honey. Slow down.” He lifted one of her hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss into the palm. “Right now, this is all about you.”

Abby’s heart raced so fast it burned and dried her throat. “Then get naked. Please.” Hints of skin at Rodrigo’s throat and Braden’s rolled-up sleeves spurred Abby’s desires. “I want to see and feel you both more than anything.”

Rather than undressing themselves, Rodrigo and Braden shared another glance and then turned, giving Abby a show of each man undressing the other. Rough fingers trailed over solid ropes of muscle as Braden drew Rodrigo’s shirt down his arms, letting it fall to the floor in a blue puddle. After Rodrigo removed Braden’s shirt in return, he went for the man’s belt buckle. His knuckles grazed Braden’s stomach as he did it, and Braden sucked in a breath. Once Rodrigo finished undressing Braden, and the man stood gloriously tall and nude against the backdrop of light filtering in through the windows, Braden finished Rodrigo. Pants glided down Rodrigo’s legs to bunch at his ankles; as Braden lowered to his knees to remove Rodrigo’s pants, shoes, and socks, he stayed where he was, his face on level with Rodrigo’s crotch. White briefs still covered Rodrigo’s growing erection, but it only took a moment for Braden to push them down Rodrigo’s thick thighs and take the man’s jutting erection into his mouth.

As Abby watched Braden pleasure Rodrigo, her cunt filled with more moisture, and she slipped her hand inside her shirt to pluck at her nipple. Rodrigo grabbed a fistful of Braden’s hair, dipped his own head back, and gently fucked Braden’s mouth. Rodrigo made little noises under his breath with each shallow push of his cock past Braden’s lips, but within a dozen pumps, he pulled Braden back to his feet. Before Braden could wipe at his swollen lips, Rodrigo lowered himself to a kneeling position and returned the gesture. His actions still possessed a nervous quality, but the way Rodrigo held on to Braden’s hips as he bobbed down on the man’s penis as far as he could go, and the way he licked all around Braden’s shaft, clearly more than made up for his lack of experience. Braden’s eyes glazed, and a faraway little grin appeared, but soon he murmured, “Enough,” and helped Rodrigo to stand back upright.

Braden reached out and rubbed his thumb over Abby’s lower lip. “You are so wet right now, honey.” Awareness of her shone in his eyes. “I don’t even have to finger you to know it.”

“Yeah.” Abby’s pussy fluttered as she imagined Braden’s long fingers sinking inside her. “I love you two together as much as I love being with both of you myself.”

“How about both of us at the same time again?” Rodrigo asked, looking into her eyes as he unbuttoned her shirt and let Braden take it off her body. “Because I’ve been fantasizing about your ass since the first time I saw you in that little pair of cutoff shorts you so loved to wear last summer.”

Abby let herself picture Rodrigo drilling his cock into her ass while Braden drove his dick into her pussy. A shudder—full of possibilities—beat out the underlying trickle of fear of the unknown.

“You want it.” Rodrigo pressed his palm against her belly. “You’re shaking for it.”

Abby nodded. Her breasts felt weighty in her bra, and her skin pulled tight and hot under Rodrigo’s and Braden’s open stares. “Touch me.” She popped the first hook on the front clasp of her bra. Her sex clenched too, already reaching for a connection. “Do whatever you want to me. I know I’ll cry for it and beg for more.”

With two fingers, Braden worked open the rest of Abby’s bra. “You never have to beg.” Her breasts spilled free of the cups, the nipples already heading toward tiny pebbles. Braden uttered, “Not even close.” His gaze falling to half-mast, he dipped down and wrapped his lips around her breast.

Ohhh yes.

Braden suckled her, and Abby hissed. Then Rodrigo pulled her other tit into his mouth, and Abby released something that mingled a whimper, moan, and cry. Two men gave full attention to her breasts, and she wondered how she’d ever lived this long without the sensation of both nipples being stimulated so completely with lips, teeth, and suction. Braden continued to pull her toward the back of his mouth, and each time he did, the exquisite line of joy tugged all the way down her middle to her core, awakening her clit out of hiding. Rodrigo laved all around her tit, wetting her skin, and then alternated lightly blowing it dry with pinching the very tip of her nipple between his teeth, tugging it away from her body with delicious torment. Unspoken, they then changed styles, to Rodrigo sucking her till it hurt and Braden teasing her nipple to the point of the most wonderful pain.

Together, Rodrigo and Braden worshipped Abby’s breasts as if nobody had ever offered them such bounty. It felt so damn good. Abby loved seeing the two dark heads of the men she loved against her breasts. It touched her so deeply she couldn’t hold back a high cry as her cunt squeezed in a sharp, fast release. A couple of intense contractions turned her sex into a fist, grabbing, grabbing, grabbing at what had not yet come.

Rodrigo lifted his heated gaze to meets hers, and she could feel the press of a smile against her skin. Braden had the look of a proud man, and Abby wanted him too much to care that he already so arrogantly knew how to play her body to wring out its optimal response.

Again, as a unit, Rodrigo and Braden kissed their way under her breasts and down her stomach. Light pecks and little licks danced softly over her belly and sides, barely enough to feel, but more than enough to keep Abby’s legs shaky and her pussy shivering with aftershocks.

At the waistband of her skirt, Rodrigo paused with his lips on the side zipper’s tiny pull tab. “Let’s wind you back up for round two, baby.” Still looking up at her, Rodrigo used his teeth to bring down the silent zipper. Braden knelt at her other side; he dipped his hand into her skirt as Rodrigo did and then pushed it, along with her panties, down her legs. Thigh-high black stockings and high-heeled boots were the only cover that remained on Abby’s body. Rodrigo whistled, and his eyes slid closed as he leaned in and bit into her bare hip.

“Christ.” Braden watched himself run his hand all over Abby’s silk-covered thighs. “I know I sound like a broken record, but you are fucking incredible.”

Abby threaded her fingers into Braden’s hair and tipped his head back. “I’ll never get tired of hearing it.” She brushed the back of her other hand down Rodrigo’s chiseled cheek. “I’ll never stop believing the same of both of you.”