Healing the Wounds (22 page)

“By all means, Alice.” Henry growled the words as she raised her other leg to the bench, her back to her boys.

Bending forward, she lathered soap from hip to ankle with her sex on full display. Her choice. Her power. Her invitation.

“I would hate for you to strain yourself.” Henry’s rumbling hum made her legs tremble. “Let’s make it even easier, shall we?”

Jay’s breathy, gratifying whine suggested the waiting game had reached an end.

“Jay, go and give our girl a hand.
Just
a hand, please.”

She groaned. Christ. He meant to kill her.

“She’ll need help with her back first. Why don’t you wash it for her?”

They followed Henry’s instructions, washing each other with rapt attention and simmering arousal, rinsing with roaming hands. When he ordered Jay to kiss her, their lips fused with unprecedented intensity.

“Step back to the wall, my boy, and take our sweet girl with you.”

Henry’s directions left them gazing at him through a curtain of falling water. Jay’s back rested against the shower wall. Hers rested against his chest.

Jay worked his fingers between her legs. Deep, sucking kisses massaged her neck. His cock prodded her lower back.

But what she loved best, what made her knees wobble as Jay thrust his fingers inside and drew out her orgasm, was the water-blurred sight of Henry watching with one hand squeezing his cock through his pants.

Not even the fun of giving Jay a handjob once she’d recovered enough to stand compared. Though matching Henry’s seven-stroke prowess for bringing Jay off in the shower satiated her competitive streak. Aww yeah. Nailed it.

She couldn’t shake her smug smile as Henry toweled them dry and heaped praise and kisses upon them. Nor as he wrapped them in robes and ordered them to the kitchen to help prepare dinner. Breakfast for dinner. Jay’s favorite. Another reward for being such a good boy today.

She cracked eggs for omelets while Henry diced meat and vegetables and Jay set the table. As comfortable a rhythm for three in the kitchen as kayaking had been for the two of them. They ate on the deck, lingering to watch the sun set over the western mountains. The slight chill in the air wasn’t the cause of her shiver when Henry remarked they’d best clear the dishes quickly. He expected them naked and in bed in fifteen minutes.

They left the dishes to dry in the rack and made it to bed in thirteen.

* * * *

“You’re gonna get fucked so hard.” Jay’s eager whisper broke the silence. “God, it’s gonna be beautiful.”

They knelt naked on the bed, side by side, waiting for Henry’s arrival. She tilted her head toward her playmate and whispered back. “How do you know it won’t be you? Maybe I’ll be the one watching the show.”

“Nope.” A slow smirk crossed his face. “It’ll be you.”

Okay, maybe. And yeah, she desperately wanted it. The suggestion and her own nudity, her awareness of the air passing between her thighs, provided a strong prompt for her body. Readying her to accept Henry’s cock. Squeezing and welcoming the wet slide in response.

“It could be you.” Her protest carried more form than belief.

“Nuh-uh. I got to play with you all day, and I got to come three times.” His firm headshake scattered strands of black hair across his forehead. “Besides—”

Henry stepped into the room.

Jay bowed his head. Perfect stillness. She copied him, her heart hammering.

Henry paced around the foot of the bed without speaking. Undressing with slow precision, he hung his pants over a chair. Lowered his boxers, his cock hard and leaking already.

She squirmed, the tiniest shift of her hips, wishing for something to ease the ache building in her. The empty need. Something. Ha. As if she didn’t know what she sought. The cock her covetous gaze tracked. Thick and hard and shadowed with color.

Henry gripped the base, and her muscles tightened. He angled his cock away from his body, positioned a condom on the tip, and rolled it down with exquisite patience.

It’s me. Me-me-me.

“Such a shameless, wanton show our girl put on in the shower.” Far from anger, his gruff tone streamed praise. “All for our viewing pleasure, my boy. Her initiative deserves a reward.”

Henry rubbed his palm down the shaft of his cock and over his balls. His breath escaped in a hiss. He squeezed tight.

Her whimper matched Jay’s.

“I was quite tempted to take you in the shower this evening, my dear girl. Waiting has made me more impatient to sample your depths.”

He inhaled, slow and deep. “You’re ready. Your eagerness scents the air. Your wet thighs shine for me. Show me. Spread your labia with your fingers and show me what’s mine, Alice.”

Fumbling and bumping as she rushed to obey, she splayed herself open, palms against her thighs and fingertips clutching slippery skin. Desire poured forth with the hope he’d see the greedy anticipation he caused. The near touch of her thumbs made her clit thump.

Rumbling approval, he ordered her to lie down. “Stretch out. Arms above your head. Quickly, now.”

She lay back. Jay hadn’t budged an inch.

“You as well, my boy. Lie on your side. Stay close to our girl.”

Her boys moved together, but the similarities ended there. Jay lay still at her side, erect but seemingly content, his eyes gleaming. Henry grabbed her wrists and pulled them to her chest, wrapping his arm beneath her as he rolled her onto her side between the men. Raising her knee with his other hand, he breathed hot against her neck as he thrust.

She groaned her pleasure at the penetration she’d waited for all day.

Her body parted in a frictionless slide, absorbing the force of his thrust and displacing it, sending ripples rolling through her.

He bucked his hips without pulling back and growled in her ear. “Is this what you needed? What you missed this morning?”

She nodded against his shoulder behind her. Fuck yes. She needed this every morning and noon and night.

“With words, Alice.” He pulled his hips back, his cock so close to leaving her.

She whined an urgent plea.

“Say what you need.”

“Need your cock. Need it.” She sucked in a breath, her lungs tight, his hand pressing her wrists between her breasts and making her work for air. “Please, Henry. Need you, all of you.”

He thrust hard. His tight grip on her thigh kept her from sprawling into Jay.

God, that low, guttural moan couldn’t be hers. Had to be. Inches away, Jay hadn’t made that sound.

“You have it, my sweet Alice.” Henry’s rapid thrusts left her shaking. “Everything I have to give you. All of it yours.”

Her vision blurred. She grew numb where their bodies didn’t touch and burned where they did. The heart of the fire, the source of all heat, centered her awareness. Her body clenched him with a rhythmic pulse as he advanced and retreated, advanced and retreated, a battle promising victory for all. She babbled a string of incoherent pleas.

“Yes,” Henry growled, his melodic baritone grown hoarse. “You make me burn.”

She wailed. Stiffened as fire consumed her and her hips battered him with speed beyond her control. Offering no water to douse the flames, he rolled them onto her stomach and kept going. Yes. More. She flexed her ass and pushed up.

Her arms lay curled and trapped beneath her as her face met the pillow, his body a red-hot brand at her back. He drove her deep into the mattress. Soft sheets clutched at her stomach, her breasts, her thighs. Tried to drown her in their cool waves. No. No, not yet. “No waves,” she mumbled. “Don’t stop. Want the fire. All fire.”

A huff of breathless laughter tickled her ear.

A pause, his. A whine, hers.

“Hush your worries, my sweet girl.” Hoisting her back and up, he settled her on her arms and knees. Thrust deep and drove a moan from her. “I’ve fire enough left for you.”

The ocean of silk fell out of focus beneath her. Musky maleness, clean sweat and pure desire, surrounded her. She gripped the sheets in numb fingers and reveled in the hard slap of Henry’s hips. Shuddered as his hands spanned her back, thumbs pressing on her spine and fingers curling around her sides below her ribs.

Heat-friction formulae. Fluid dynamics equations. Variables dancing in the flames as Henry fucked her hard and deep, until he’d fucked the last thought from her head. Until they became beings of motion and emotion.

Faster and faster, hips driving, linear growth in speed bringing exponential growth in feeling. She burned with love, with lust, with Henry. Her eyes closed tight. Stuttering groans slipped from her throat.

“That’s it, dearest. Burn it all away. All but this.”

He thrust, and her scream rivaled the crackle of the flames in her mind as they came together. Impurities burned away. Shining, heated perfection left behind. Solid. Strong. Lasting.

Henry tumbled them to the bed, his body curled around hers. He pressed a kiss to her hair, nuzzling the curve of her ear. An attempt to distract her, maybe, from his hand slipping between them and holding the condom secure as his cock withdrew and didn’t return.

She sighed, a quiet protest.

Humming to her, he offered another kiss.

Henry stretched past her shoulder, a shadow behind her eyelids. She blinked the world into focus.

He cupped Jay’s cheek, fingers threading through his hair with tenderness. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Yes, Henry. Thank you.” With a full Jay-smile, all bright eyes and not a trace of jealousy or disappointment, he winked at her. “Told you it’d be fucking beautiful. Or beautiful fucking.”

She giggled. He was incorrigible. Adorable. Theirs. “C’mere for a kiss, you silly boy.”

He looked to Henry first, naturally.

“As she says, my dear boy. Kisses first, washcloth after.”

If the kisses numbered more than two, and the washcloth-fetching delayed several minutes—well, that, too, was only natural.

* * * *

She lazed between the sheets, waiting on her boys to emerge from the bathroom. Ladies first seemed a staple of Henry’s lexicon, both in bed and out, so she’d already finished her presleep routine. Henry had bathed her first, his hands sure and tender on her sex, his eyes soft.

She yawned and stretched, pointing her toes and splaying her fingers. Seldom-used muscles reminded her of their vigorous workout today, on the lake and off it. She closed her eyes and sighed. Henry’s idea of a weekend getaway might kill her. But Christ, she’d die happy.

“Uh-oh. Alice has orgasm smile. We weren’t in the bathroom that long, were we?” The mattress rocked as Jay flopped beside her. “I gotta brush my teeth faster if I’m missing spontaneous orgasms.”

“Shortchange your brushing and you’ll lose your beautiful smile,” she murmured without bothering to open her eyes. “And then I’d be missing that.”

He leaned in and pecked her cheek, his breath minty fresh. “If you think it’s beautiful, I guess I’d better keep it.”

A
click
brought deeper darkness behind her eyelids. Henry, turning off the light on his way to bed. The sheets lifted to her right, cooler air slipping beneath and Henry with it. She hadn’t expected to end up in the middle tonight, not when Jay needed cuddling more than she did.

An offer to switch flitted through her mind, dismissed as Henry laid his hand on her stomach. If he intended to play musical sleeping spots, he’d manage it subtly without saying a word.

Jay tangled his feet with hers, teasing and pushing, and she indulged him. A squirmy, playful boy not ready for sleep. Not seeking sex, though they all slept nude in what had seemed a decadent thrill to her at first.

Wearing pajamas had been a habit ingrained after sharing a bedroom for years. With Ollie, at home. With roommates through college and afterward. She hadn’t stayed the night with lovers after sex or let one stay with her. Even getting her own place hadn’t broken the habit. Only Henry had done that. He and Jay slept naked, so she did, too, on nights she spent with them.

Now she spent every night and never wore pajamas. She wore nothing unless she was bleeding, and only underwear then. Not even as a silent “no, honey, not tonight.” The panties acted as her nonverbal clue. If Henry planned to play penetrative games, she’d need a minute. Not help he required, because he probably paid closer attention to her cycle than she did, but the panties added to her comfort. And he hadn’t objected.

But tonight she lay bare beneath the sheets and pressed between two warm, naked bodies. What would Henry say if she came to bed covered from neck to ankles? Order her to take them off. Turn up the thermostat. Cut strategic holes?

She giggled, bobbling his hand on her stomach. No, the scissor-wielder would be Jay. He’d give her an adorably innocent smile and insist he was just helping.

Henry hummed. “What’s made you so amused?”

Opening her eyes, she rolled her head to face him. He lay shadowed in the darkness but beautiful to her eyes nonetheless, and at her side. Always. “Trying to remember when it became normal to sleep naked.”

“You didn’t before?” Jay paused his footsie campaign. “Why not?”

“Did you? Before you moved in with Henry?”

“Well, yeah. Once I had my own place. Slept naked, watched TV naked, ate dinner naked.” Tossing out a smile, he ran tickle-fingers up her arm. “Who needs clothes?”

Mmm, naked Jay sprawled on the sofa. Across the dinner table. “Obviously not you, stud.”

“Whatever Alice’s reasons, perhaps we ought to be grateful for how quickly she has grown accustomed to our preference for skin-to-skin contact, hmm?” Henry stroked her stomach with his thumb, his fingers spread and resting above her curls. “A lovely way to enhance our bond with her.”

Jay eagerly agreed, bouncing the mattress as he assured them he’d be more than happy to demonstrate his gratitude whenever they desired.

Henry pulled him in and worked magic above her, relaxing Jay with a single kiss as if he drew out every drop of excess, playful energy and stored it away to return at a more appropriate time. They broke apart and snuggled down on either side of her.

“Nudity encourages pair bonding and enhances calm, soothing feelings.” Henry picked up the conversation as if he hadn’t interrupted it to care for Jay. Of course not. Their needs were never an interruption for him. His tone turned sly. “When it isn’t enhancing other needs.”