It Takes Three to Fly (21 page)

Shane reached between Landon’s legs and took his throbbing cock in hand. “Don’t come,” he barked. In a strong, unyielding grip, he stroked Landon’s shaft furiously, giving no leeway and showing no compassion.

Uh-oh.
Landon’s orgasm approached fast, and he had to grit his teeth to hold it back. Breathing in and out slowly, he concentrated on everything but the feel of Shane’s hand and the ache in his cock. That lasted all of five seconds.

When Shane’s finger prodded his anus, Landon tensed. Not from the pain but from the pleasure that swamped him as the pinch started then turned into a small, slow burn. Shane didn’t give him time to adjust to the feeling of the pleasure-pain radiating from his ass. And he didn’t need it nor did he want it. He wanted to feel it all, and Shane made sure he did.

Without slowing his rhythmic stroking in one hand, Shane continued to invade his ass with the other. Reaching his sphincter, Shane pressed on, and he quickly breached the tight ring of muscles without much effort.

A moan slipped past Landon’s lips as Shane’s finger seated itself fully inside his rectum, and he felt his cum boiling in his balls, ready to spill out.
Will not come.
He chanted those three words in his mind ten times over, but it didn’t help. Not even a little.

“Don’t you dare come,” Shane barked a second reminder. “I will make you regret it.”

Landon grunted. He squeezed his eyes closed, resuming his inner chanting.
Will not come. Will not come…

Shane’s stroking went wild, tormenting Landon further. But that was nothing compared to the feel of a second then a third finger sliding into his asshole.

“God,” Landon groaned as a shudder ripped through his body. “I can’t take this, Shane.”

Shane leaned forward and whispered, “You can take this and a lot more, Landon. You might not like it, but you will take it. Remember that the next time you feel like telling me what I can and cannot do to your body. It is mine now. You gave it to me.”

Landon’s heart sped up, beating painfully in his chest. The blood in his veins pounded through him at a frenzied pace, and he wondered if his thirty-five-year-old body was going to give out at any second. “Yes,” he panted. “Yours. Please.”

Landon should probably have been uncomfortable with begging Shane. And he should probably have been embarrassed that he’d done it. But he wasn’t. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be doing it a lot when he was in bed with Shane. He might as well get used to it now. It would be far more pleasurable that way. Hell, life would be easier in general.

“No,” Shane denied him as both his hands disappeared from Landon’s body.

Landon bit his tongue, preventing himself from begging because he knew better. If he did, Shane would continue this heinous torture. And Landon didn’t want to wait anymore. He wanted Shane to fuck him in any way he wanted, anywhere he wanted, and however he wanted. But he needed for it to start right now.

Landon’s eyes snapped open when he felt the head of Shane’s hard cock press against his hole. A shiver ran down his spine, but his skin heated so rapidly, so hotly that it overrode anything else his body felt. At this rate, he would likely go up in smokes before Shane fucked him.

Shane stared into his eyes, and Landon stared back at him. Relaxing his muscles, Landon prepared to take every Goddamn inch of his partner.

“You wanted me to give you all I’ve got. Well, here it is,” Shane growled then plunged his cock inside of Landon.

“Motherfucker,” Landon roared, his voice sounding louder than ever before. His animalistic cry came from somewhere deep inside his soul as the agonizing pleasure swept through his ass. The pain that should have been present wasn’t there. Even with Shane’s ruthless thrust and even with his huge dick fully embedded, all Landon knew, all Landon felt was ecstasy.

Shane’s hips jerked, and he bore down on Landon. He pounded into him madly, crazily. It should have been more than he could take, but it wasn’t. Landon pushed down, meeting Shane thrust for thrust and going every bit as savage as his partner.

The two of them didn’t last long before Landon’s balls drew up, ready to release his cum. And Shane’s dick grew inside of Landon’s ass, the sizable shaft going from huge to fucking enormous. The full feeling nearly did Landon in, but when Shane grasped his dick and stroked it, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Landon came in thick jets on his stomach with a keening howl.

Shane followed not far behind, his hot cum filling Landon’s ass, marking him in a way that neither of them could ever take back.

Lounging on the wooden bench outside of Lou’s Café, Katie-Anne sipped on yet another chocolate milkshake. The sweet taste slid easily down her throat, and she hummed in pleasure as the icy treat settled her queasy stomach, even if only a little. She closed her eyes and ignored the world around her. The people milling outside of the café disappeared, and she couldn’t feel the cold weather or the whipping wind.

Katie-Anne pretended to be alone so she could think. So she could
really
think.

“It doesn’t work,” a soft, melodic voice told her.

Katie-Anne jumped, her eyes snapped open and her head whirled to the side—all at once. “Excuse me?”

While Katie-Anne had receded into the privacy of her mind, Brooklyn Sokolov had sat down beside her. The unusual blonde woman sipped on a drink of her own. It looked like a root beer float, but Katie-Anne couldn’t be sure without tasting it. And, damn it, she wanted to taste it.

Reflexively, her stomach rumbled and corroborated her though.
Shit. I am drinking this calorie-filled concoction, and I want more!

“You have every right to be drinking that,” Brooklyn pointed at Katie-Anne’s large glass, “especially now.”

Everything inside of Katie-Anne froze, and her nausea returned in full force. “I have no clue what you are talking about,” she said frostily, sounding as cold as the ice cream in her cup.

“Yes, you do,” Brooklyn replied before touching Katie-Anne’s still-flat stomach. “But that is not what you need me for.”

The strikingly beautiful Russian-American woman was a strange cookie. She seemed as strange as her mother. Sometimes, Katie-Anne believed she might be even odder. It was as though she could read people’s mind. But that couldn’t be possible.
Could it? No, it couldn’t. Well, maybe…

Katie-Anne shook her head, shaking out her crazy errant thoughts. There was no way that Brooklyn was a mind-reader. She was being silly. “You can’t—” she blurted out.

“I won’t tell anyone, Katie-Anne,” Brooklyn finished what Katie-Anne had been about to say, whispering to her in a soothing tone. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Embarrassed, Katie-Anne glanced away. “So what exactly is it that I need your help with?”

Brooklyn kept her eyes trained on Katie-Anne, barely even blinking. Her look made Katie-Anne uncomfortable, and she crossed her arms defensively. Squirming in her seat, Katie-Anne did her best to tune out the woman who seemed to be staring straight into her mind and picking out every thought there.

“You have made your decision to stay in Serenity with your men, but you don’t know what to do or where to go from here,” Brooklyn announced.

Obviously, she isn’t going to let me ignore her. Damn it. I might as well get this over with. It isn’t like she will leave me alone, and she can possibly pick out every lie I come up with. Truth time.

Katie-Anne cleared her throat. “I feel more lost than ever. I know what I want, but I just cannot figure out what to do to get there.”

“Katie-Anne,” Brooklyn said softly then took a drink from her mug before going on. “It is time you talked to her.”

Katie-Anne knew Brooklyn was telling her to talk to her mom, but she’d been dead for twelve years. And she wasn’t going to participate in a séance. “She’s dead,” Katie-Anne stated, her flat tone barely above a whisper.

Brooklyn’s pale-colored eyebrow furrowed in confusion, “And?”

“I don’t talk to the dead, and they certainly don’t talk to me.”
Nor do I want them to.
Katie-Anne shuddered in revulsion. She’d rather stuff an ice pick in her eardrums.

Brooklyn clucked with a wave of her hand. “You need to talk. It doesn’t matter if she answers you or not. It doesn’t even matter if she hears you. This is about you and the baby. You need to move on and embrace your future. Your little boy needs you to. And the only way to do that is to forget the past.” She grimaced. “Let me amend that. I don’t believe you can forget the past, but you can learn from it and not repeat past mistakes.”

Damn, you sound like your Mom.

“We get that a lot,” Brooklyn remarked which made Katie-Anne wonder if she had spoken aloud or not. But she wasn’t about to ask. She had a more important question to ask.

“Boy?” Katie-Anne inquired, praying that Brooklyn would give her a little more information on the tiny life growing inside her.

“Yes.”

Well, hell. How am I going to keep this one to myself?

“I probably shouldn’t have told you. Mama will kill me if she finds out that I told you about Kane.”

“Kane?”

Brooklyn scowled, looking seriously frustrated at having to answer yet another inane question. “Your son.”

Katie-Anne’s mind buzzed with all the new information. Getting up, she turned to smile at Brooklyn. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she responded with a small, secretive smile of her own. “Just be happy with your two men and baby.”

Impulsively, Katie-Anne bent down and hugged Brooklyn. The woman froze with a tiny gasp.

“I bet you didn’t see that one coming,” Katie-Anne joked as she pulled back.

“You would be surprised,” Brooklyn responded dryly.

“I have to go,” Katie-Anne said, spinning on her heel and half-jogging away. “I need to do something then I am going to the cemetery,” she announced over her shoulder.

“Sounds like a plan,” Brooklyn called back to her.

With her plans firmly in mind, Katie-Anne got into her convertible and turned the car toward her brother’s house.

Tomorrow, she promised herself. Tomorrow, I will put the past behind me and pave way for the future.

* * * *

With a grunt, Shane collapsed atop Landon, their sweaty bodies melding into one giant heap of body parts. They’d been fucking for three hours, and neither of them could get enough of the other. If they kept this up, they would never leave the house again. All they needed was Katie-Anne, lying in the bed with them, and they’d be set for life.

Having moved into the master bedroom an hour ago, Shane was far more comfortable than he’d been earlier.
Damn, I must be getting old.
A thirty-six-year-old wasn’t decrepit, but he felt like it. He wanted to be the fucking Energizer Bunny right about now.
Not happening.

“Damn,” Landon swore. “You’re killing me.”

“No shit,” Shane grumbled before he rolled to his side and collapsed onto his back. He huffed and puffed, the oxygen burning in his lungs.

“We’re getting old,” Landon declared as he threw an arm over his eyes.

Shane laughed. “That is what I was thinking.”

“It’s never too late to work out.”

“Yeah.”

“It
is
good for the body and the heart—”

“And the dick,” Shane finished then took hold of Landon’s flaccid cock, reviving it with his touch. He stroked his partner’s sticky, cum-coated shaft. “It’s definitely good for the dick.”

Landon groaned. “Stop that,” he muttered, reaching out to smack Shane on the abdomen mercilessly. “We need to talk about our woman.”

“Ooph,” Shane said as his reflexes kicked in, and he jolted upright before immediately dropping back down onto the bed. “She’s your woman, for the time being.”

Landon arced his arm up like he was going to smack Shane again, but Shane stopped him by grabbing his wrist and holding it captive in the air. “Don’t,” he growled.

Landon turned a fierce scowl on Shane and snapped, “She has never been just
my
woman, asshole.”

“I beg to differ. You had several weeks of one-on-one time with her.”

Landon’s eyes narrowed. “I thought we had moved past this bullshit.”

“Landon, I am stating the facts. I’m not arguing or complaining or even bitching. But until I talk to Katie-Anne, she is not mine.”

Rolling his eyes, Landon poked Shane in the chest. “We have always been yours. You were just too stubborn and idiotic to admit it.”

“Yes, I was too stubborn, but not anymore.”

“Good. We need to strategize,” Landon replied then sat up. Using his legs, he scooted back until he bumped into the headboard. “She is going to bluster and posture, but it’s all for show. She has a heart of gold, and she doesn’t hold a grudge.”

Shane jerked up straight then turned an incredulous look on Landon. “Are we talking about the same woman? Katie-Anne Marie Blakemore-Jacobs?”

Landon rolled his eyes a second time which made Shane want to curse, but he held his tongue. He wanted to contrive a plan then he could deal with Landon’s recalcitrance.