What Remains_Reckoning (28 page)

Ham chuckled, wedging himself between her legs. “Oh, there’s more, baby.” He nuzzled her slit. “Watch Gunner and Wolfe. Because you’re not coming until Wolfe does.”

Morgan mumbled something under her breath, arching on the bed when Ham’s head moved between her legs, the wet sounds of him lapping at her sex spiking Gunner’s need. He shucked off his pants, taking the time to ease his shirt over his shoulders, hissing at the slight bite, knowing any pain he felt would fade into urgent heat once he got a taste of Wolfe.

The other man palmed his waist, stopping him from going to his knees. “Ribs are still hurting you. We don’t—”

He cut him off with a possessive kiss, thrusting his tongue inside, gripping Wolfe’s shoulders to the point he knew his fingers would leave marks. But he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t pull back from the need pulsing through his body. He’d been waiting for the right moment to pleasure his friend. Until he could finally relax, confident they were safe. And fuck if that knowledge didn’t take him to the brink before they’d even started.

He pulled back from Wolfe’s mouth, leaving him with a firm bite to his lip. Wolfe grunted, his dick bobbing up to his stomach in response. The man watched him as he went to his knees, shoving Wolfe’s legs apart. A thin coating of pre-cum covered the end of his cock, the slippery fluid shining in the warm sunlight. Gunner leaned forward, inhaling Wolfe’s spicy scent, smiling at the familiarity of it. After all those years of keeping each other alive, this felt like the ultimate reward.

Gunner smoothed one hand around the base of Wolfe’s dick, reveling in the hard length beneath the silky skin. He moved his hand slowly toward the tip, smiling when more fluid dotted the slit. He looked up at Wolfe, noting the tight press of the man’s mouth and the way his neck corded from anticipation. “Ready?”

“Been ready for a long time, buddy. Might have to kick your sorry ass if you keep me waiting much longer.”

“Weren’t you the one who told Morgan waiting was half the fun?”

“Fuck that.”

“No. How about I just fuck you?”

Gunner lowered his mouth to the pulsing head, licking a path across the crown. Wolfe’s low growl spurred him on, and he repeated the action, this time sealing his lips around the fleshy tip and taking it to the back of his throat.

“God damn, Gunner. You’re going to have me coming on the first fucking stroke.”

He didn’t reply, just made another pass, doing his best to take all of the man’s length.

“Shit. Did Morgan show you how to give head, because I’m dying.”

Gunner glanced up with Wolfe’s cock lodged deep, ensuring the man was watching before swallowing. Wolfe’s eyes clenched shut as his head tilted back, one of his hands sinking into Gunner’s hair. Wolfe fisted a handful of it, applying enough pressure to cause a slight sting.

The mild hurt made Gunner’s cock throb, and he had to squeeze the head to stop from coming on the spot. Instead, he focused on Wolfe. On sliding up and down his shaft, using his free hand to massage his sac, applying the kind of pressure he knew would make Wolfe spurt down his throat.

Wolfe moaned then started thrusting his hips, taking Gunner’s mouth with firm strokes. Morgan cried out beside them, and he glanced over at her, nearly climaxing. Ham was behind her on the bed, his cock working her pussy as he whispered in her ear, his other hand still fingering her clit. Her eyes had a glassy look as she watched Gunner, arousal shadowing her face.

He gave her a wink, vaguely aware of Ham reminding her not to come, as Gunner matched Wolfe’s movements, fisting the length he didn’t reach as he sucked at the head. Wolfe’s thrusts faltered, the rhythm starting to fail when his gaze flew to Gunner’s, the man’s impending release written across his face.

“Gonna come. Fuck. If you don’t want it down your throat…”

Gunner shook his head, applying more pressure, moving one hand back so he could finger Wolfe’s ass. The man stiffened, his muscles flexing before he jerked against him, his cock emptying into Gunner’s mouth.

Gunner hummed, still bobbing between the man’s thighs as he swallowed the fluid, nipping at the head when Wolfe finally stopped. Wolfe bent forward, leaning over Gunner, his raspy breath increasing Gunner’s need. He inched back, palming Wolfe’s neck and sealing their mouths together, giving the man a taste of his own release. Wolfe growled, deepening the kiss until Gunner’s lungs burned and Wolfe pulled back, his ragged breaths grazing Gunner’s cheek.

Gunner slapped Wolfe’s stomach. “Not bad for a first time.”

“That was fucking amazing. And I only care that it’s not your last time.”

“Not even close. But we do have a problem.” He stood, presenting his cock to the other man. “I’m fucking hard as a damn rock.”

Wolfe grinned up at him, fisting his length when Gunner pulled back.

“I need your ass, not your mouth.”

Wolfe chuckled. “Well, at least there’s no confusion.”

Gunner grunted when Wolfe squeezed hard then released, rolling over on the bed. Morgan was writhing in Ham’s arms, her head thrashing across his chest.

Ham grinned, leaning in close to her ear. “Okay, baby. You can come now.”

Wolfe moaned. “Oh yeah. Come against my tongue.”

He moved over her stomach, leaning between her splayed thighs as Ham increased his pace, moving his finger so Wolfe could lap at her clit. Gunner took his spot at Ham’s feet, wanting to see Morgan unravel in their arms. Wolfe sucked at the tight bud, licking his way down to Ham’s cock, tonguing her slit and the other man’s shaft as it emerged from inside her, his skin covered in juice. The sight bobbed Gunner’s cock against his stomach, and he took a few deep breaths to maintain control.

Morgan screamed Ham’s name, her body bowing backwards as she paused then shattered, eyes squeezing shut as her body flushed. Both men continued to move, drawing out her release until she collapsed against Ham, sweat beading her skin. Ham kept pumping, his mouth firm, his body strung tight. Wolfe reached for his shaft, easing it free of Morgan’s sex then taking it deep, hollowing his cheeks as Ham lodged in the back of Wolfe’s throat.

“Fuck, Wolfe. God. I’m coming.”

Wolfe slid down Ham’s length, humming when the man’s hips jerked against Morgan, his muscles straining. Wolfe made another dozen passes before allowing Ham’s dick to slip free, the weakening erection lying against Morgan’s cleft.

Wolfe glanced up at Gunner, winking before shuffling on the bed. The man’s cock thickened as he moved between Morgan’s thighs, presenting Gunner his ass as he lifted Morgan’s hips and thrust inside her.

“Yes. God, Wolfe. Please. No more teasing.” Her voice was a breathy plea.

Wolfe slapped his groin against hers, the wet sounds echoing through the room. “I’m right here, sweetheart. Gonna make you come so hard.” He glanced at Gunner. “If you want my ass, I suggest you take it. I’m not going to last long. She’s too fucking hot.”

Gunner grabbed the lube off the side table, slicking up his shaft before moving behind Wolfe and easing the man’s ass cheeks apart. His tight pucker opened slightly, the sight increasing Gunner’s need. He grabbed his length, positioning it at Wolfe’s entrance before slowly pushing forward, inching his way inside the man’s ass. Wolfe’s movements faltered, growing increasingly urgent as Gunner sank completely inside him, pausing with his balls pressed against Wolfe’s.

“Damn, Wolfe. So damn tight. God, you feel good.”

“Fucking move, Gunner before I do it for you.”

Gunner slapped his ass. “Bossy bastard, aren’t you?”

“I’m fucking on fire. Now fuck my ass so I can make Morgan scream.”

Gunner grunted, dragging his shaft back through the tight passage, leaving just the tip inside before pushing back in, his head tilting forward as he bottomed out. He stared at Wolfe’s muscular form. At the way his back flexed as he rode Morgan. The delineated lines along his biceps and forearms. The man was perfectly strong. Coiled power unlike any Gunner had seen. And he knew this was where he belonged. Where they all belonged.

Morgan’s voice rose above the wet thrusts, the harsh cry signaling she was about to climax. Gunner moved, taking Wolfe’s ass in steady strokes, wanting to send the man over as he claimed Morgan. Their joint shouts fill the room. Wolfe bowed his head, sweat dotting his skin before he cursed then stiffened, hips thrashing against Morgan’s groin. She screamed his name, her body convulsing beneath Wolfe before going limp.

Watching them both come, smelling their combined release sent Gunner over. He pounded into Wolfe a dozen more times then came, emptying into Wolfe’s ass as he closed his eyes, the sheer intensity of it robbing his breath. He fell forward, allowing Wolfe to support most of his weight as he concentrated on breathing. Time slowed, nothing more than the rasp of air sounding in the room. His body shook as he eased free of Wolfe’s channel, falling onto the bed. He glanced at Morgan. She was nestled against Ham, eyes closed, her dark lashes resting against her pale skin. Ham stroked her hair, dropping kisses on her neck and shoulder as he lulled her to sleep.

He looked up, smiling at Gunner. “Damn, that was fucking hot to watch. I think Morgan’s going to be asleep for a while.”

Wolfe moved between her and Gunner on the mattress, not seeming to care that his legs splayed out across both of them or that he took up more than his share of the bed. “She could use the rest. God knows she’s too stubborn to get it any other way. Looks like we’ll have to love her into our way of thinking.”

Ham laughed. “I like the sound of that.” His expression sobered. “So the pregnancy thing… You guys worried?”

“Other than I have no idea about being a father?” Gunner sighed. “I’ll admit. I never thought about it but damn… When she told us she might be pregnant. Something shifted inside, and I knew I’d be disappointed if she wasn’t.” He reached across Wolfe and grazed his finger along her jaw. “Abby will ensure Morgan’s safe. We have to believe that.”

“You know we’re going to try and wrap this kid in a glass bubble, too, right?”

“I’m sure Morgan will keep us grounded.”

“Damn straight I will, or I’ll be the one tying on a strap-on and taking your asses.”

Gunner snapped his gaze to her face, smiling at the devious gleam in her eyes.

She raised a brow. “Especially if it’s anything like what I just witnessed. Damn, you boys are incredible.”

Wolfe leaned in. “Ditto, sweetheart. And since you’re awake, how about a shower?”

“You promise to do all the work then carry me back here and love me again?”

Ham laughed. “You already want us again?”

She shrugged. “What can I say? You boys are addictive.”

Wolfe smiled. “Fine. You’ve got a deal, but this time, I want to watch while Ham gets a shot at Gunner’s ass. Seems only fair.”

“Fuck fair. But in this case…” Ham rolled off the bed. “I’m all in.” He gathered Morgan in his arms. “Love you, baby. We all do.”

“Love you right back. Now let’s hit the shower. Who knows, maybe someone will drop the soap.”

Gunner tsked at her, gaining his feet. “You’re wicked, but you’re on. Of course, it’ll be you who drops the soap. It is three against one.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

About the Author

Author, single mother, slave to chaos—she’s a jack-of-all-trades who’s constantly looking for her ever elusive clone.

Kris started writing some years back, and it took her a while to realize she wasn’t destined for the padded room, and that the voices chattering away in her head were really other characters trying to take shape—and since they weren’t telling her to conquer the human race, she went with it. Though she supposes if they had...insert evil laugh.

Kris loves writing erotic novels. She loves heroines who kick butt, heroes who are larger than life and sizzling sex scenes that leave you feeling just a bit breathless.

Kris loves to talk to her readers and can be found at http://www.krisnorris.ca.

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