No Broken Bond Page 2

  “Tolly,” he said in a soothing voice. “Look at me.” As soon as she did, he posed, “Would either of us ever put you in harm’s way?”

  “No.” Her lips twisted. “No, of course not. But—”

  “Would either of us ever want anyone else to see what is ours, and ours alone?” My own voice was anything but soothing.

  She bit her lower lip before responding to it equally. “No, Drake.”

  I chose silence as my rejoinder for that. If she was still hesitant in another minute then I’d—

  Shit.

  She’d worked through the hesitance.

  Fletcher and I watched, enraptured, as she opened the button on her jeans then slowly pulled the zipper down. Tucking her thumbs into the sides of the waistband, she wiggled the denim over her trim hips and thighs before stepping out gracefully. Neither of us missed her sassy little bend from the waist to pick up the discarded pants, giving us a full view of her perfectly peachy ass, white lacy thong sinking into the center.

  And that officially did it. My dick and the term ‘stranglehold’ became new best friends.

  “Panties, too, sugar. Very nice. Now, back to Fletch, baby.” I offered my hand to steady her, but also as a gentle reminder that I’d keep her safe, despite demanding her compliance with this scary, uncomfortable scene.

  Because, deep down inside, part of her liked the scary. And the uncomfortable.

  And the knowledge that Fletch and I would always keep her safe.

  Fletcher, now naked himself, raised his ocean-blue eyes to watch her straddle him again. He sucked in a breath as she slid her glistening pussy over his stiff cock. I bunched up one of the picnic blankets next to his shoulder then kneeled, resting on my heels to get comfortable. If things went as planned, I’d be at this vantage point for a while.

  As soon as I settled in, Talia gazed at me. Her eyes, still as magical as the pond but emulating its depths instead of its shallows, regarded me with open trust and love. Would I ever be able to meet that gaze and not feel the bottom of my fucking gut drop out? Did I ever want to find out?

  She visibly swallowed—tempted to say something but pushing the words down. Waiting on me. Waiting to pleasure us.

  “Does his cock feel good between your pussy lips, baby?”

  “Yes,” she answered at once. “Always.” Talia closed her eyes and rocked her hips, dragging her pussy along the length of Fletch’s erection.

  “Is she wet, man?” My voice was gritty with arousal. Watching them grind on each other was torture and ecstasy at the same time.

  “God, yes,” Fletcher groaned. “Wet and creamy and—” He braced his hands on her waist, easing her pace. “Slow down, babe. I’ll come before this jackass makes his point.”

  “Screw you.”

  “Can she?”

  “Please?” Talia added, nearly hissing it.

  I folded my arms. Leveled a steady, commanding stare. “You may keep moving back and forth on him, Natalia—but don’t let him inside that heaven just yet.”

  They shot me evil glares. I softly chuckled.

  “Oh, don’t worry. You’ll both thank me in a few minutes. Perhaps even scream about it.”

  “Shut. Up,” Fletch gritted.

  “Drake, please!”

  “Patience. I have a great idea. Trust me.”

  “That’s what you always say.” Talia’s voice was full of breath and impatience, like smoky fingers gripping my cock.

  I took a few seconds to rub my hard-on through the denim of my jeans. My beauty’s gaze traveled to the juncture of my thighs. For a moment, she stilled—captivated with watching me grip myself.

  Reaching forward, I wrapped my rough fingers around her neck and waited for her stare to return to mine. Her eyes grew impossibly wide. A tense swallow worked down her throat.

  “Have I disappointed you yet?”

  “No. Never.” Quiet words, close to a whisper, escaped.

  “Then?”

  I kissed her swiftly, still holding her in place, a careful distraction so I could slip the travel-sized lube bottle out from my back pocket. I lingered long enough to let Fletcher see the action, hoping he climbed on board with my plan. I was confident he would. He and I had privately talked about our fantasies of fucking her ass, and this was the perfect time for setting the plan into action.

  When I released her from the kiss, I moved so I was sitting outside Fletcher’s knees. From here, I could reach her ass and pussy perfectly.

  “Let me taste you.” Fletcher took over, rising to thread through her hair with one hand while bracketing her jaw with the other. Their mouths collided in a full, hot, consuming kiss. Fletch snarled. Talia moaned. Her body quivered as if electrified and she began grinding harder in his lap. As they continued nipping at each other with lips and tongues, her needy clit worked up and down his board-straight cock.

  Perfect.

  I didn’t waste another second in taking advantage of her preoccupation with Fletcher. Quietly, I slathered my index and middle finger with a generous amount of lube—then slid my hand down the crack of her ass. Fortunately, Fletcher’s cock was pushed up in front, so I had a stunning view of the woman’s amazing ass. It was shaped like an inverted heart, the light pink globes parted to reveal the wicked rosette at their middle. Just beneath, I was treated to a peek of her glistening pussy.

  Fucking paradise.

  Fletch leaned back, inch by inch, taking Talia with him. Not once did he break the heated contact of their drugging kiss—making her legs widen in order to stay with him. I damn near groaned. Her ass was even more perfect, angled higher toward me.

  Hell, we made an amazing team. This, right here, was why Fletcher Ford and I would never be complete without one another. We worked as one silent, syncopated unit with one singular goal in mind—driving our girl to the edge of ecstasy. Once we’d done that, we’d hold her there then catch her when we finally let her tumble over.

  The breeze kicked up, sifting through the grass, carrying Talia’s tangy arousal heavier through my nose. I put a little more lube on my fingers, returning to the opening at her behind—dipping in more this time.

  Slipping my touch beyond her tight entrance.

  She started.

  I pushed.

  She stiffened.

  I pushed again.

  “Relax, honey.” Fletcher began soothing her with his whispered praise and encouraging touch. “He won’t do anything you can’t handle. Concentrate on me for now. Listen to me. Listen to my mind, baby.”

  Yeah, he’d really said that with a straight face—because it was true. The two of them spoke without words, a connection most would find unnerving. Like ESP but different. They’d tried explaining it to me once. They said they could just feel each other on a level separate from anyone else, even me. I loved them both too much to let it bother me, knowing I got them both on other unique levels. The love. That was the most important thing. It forged our relationship into an unbreakable bond.

  Talia’s sagging shoulders let me know she was more relaxed, as Fletcher kept crooning into her ear and drawing lazy circles around her nipples, now tight and protruding through her bra and top. Her eyes were closed. A dreamy smile spread across her lips. She was a picture of total contentment.

  I went in again.

  Slowly, I pressed my index finger into her anus. Deeper now. Deeper. Fuck. She was so beautiful and tight. Her eyebrows drew together slightly but eased off when Fletcher leaned forward, quickly unbuttoning her top so he could replace his finger with his tongue on her nipple.

  “Not all bad, is it?” I spoke as gently as I could.

  She shook her head marginally.

  “Words, Natalia.”

  “No. It’s not that bad.”

  Now, I could practically read her mind. Her thoughts always changed the gorgeous angles of her face, betraying the war inside—what she truly felt versus what she thought she should feel. I almost grunted. We’d been down this road a thousand times.

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p; “Good girl,” I murmured instead. “Thank you for being honest with yourself, and with me.”

  When she smiled from the praise, my heart swelled—along with my cock. This woman would be my undoing. Maybe she already was.

  “How about some more?” I leaned closer, inhaling the wind in her hair then burrowing in to kiss her shoulder as soon as Fletch pushed her blouse all the way off. She tasted so good. She felt even better, all soft sleek curves and breathtaking obedience. I tightened my jaw, resisted the urge to just pump my fingers into her. It wouldn’t do us any good to give her a bad first experience. But the animal inside fought me harder by the second. Fletcher and I had been with so many women—had done so many unmentionable things to those women—but Natalia Perizkova was different. So fucking different. Our precious gift, to care for and treasure. How had we earned this? How did we deserve her? It still felt so…fragile.

  Stupid. Paranoid.

  I knew I was letting the nagging of my gut chip away at the knowledge in my heart, but the Marine in me wouldn’t let that reminder go.

  It could all be ripped away in a second. Treasure every god damn moment.

  I began right now. With a determined dip of my head, I licked a path upward from her shoulder, over her slender neck, to the hollow below her ear and back again. As I reached the most sensitive part of her neck, I slid my finger in by another significant length. Talia shuddered. I persisted, feeling how she began to embrace the pleasure along with her discomfort. Going slow would keep the experience positive in her mind.

  Fletcher continued to toy with her firm breasts, both nipples glistening from his attention now. They were incredible, dark and erect from her arousal.

  Finally, my knuckle hit her ass cheek. I cheered inside. She was one step closer to the bliss.

  I slid my finger all the way out then back in. There was a little friction with the movement. Her inhalation broke the air. I quickly assessed her face, her pulse, the tension in her body. All conveyed pleasure, though to be sure, I insisted she put it into words.

  “Talk to me, baby. How does that feel?”

  She gulped deeply. “It’s…it’s nice.”

  “Nice? How?”

  “Better than I thought,” she admitted.

  “Is that good?” Fletch chuckled as he leaned back, fully taking in her face.

  She nodded but quickly added more when I made a sound low in my throat. “I-I mean, yes.” A flush took over her face. “It’s embarrassing to say it—but, yes, it feels good.”

  “Why would you be embarrassed to feel good? Our sole purpose in life is to bring you pleasure. What about that don’t you understand?”

  The challenge erupted harsher than I intended, prompting her to reply with quick defensiveness. “It just—it seems like it shouldn’t feel good to have something…there.”

  “Something where?” Fletcher prodded.

  “In my—” She huffed through her nose. “You know…in my…you know.”

  “You can say it, Natalia. Ass. It’s sexy as hell, baby. The word and the ass itself.” I caressed a smile into my voice as I slid my finger out from between her globes, long enough to grab the fleshy cheeks in my hands. I squeezed her with deliberate roughness. “You have a beautiful, sexy-as-sin body. It’s made to be enjoyed. To please us, and for us to please. There isn’t a single thing wrong with what we do when we’re together.”

  She broke into a smile while staring at me over her shoulder. Her gaze was thick now, with entrancing eddies of heat, lust, adoration, love. Filled with possessive need, I dug my fingers harder into her flesh, until her lips parted and the pain became too much. And yeah, I liked watching that, too. Loved the knowledge that she’d let us take her to the edge of her limits…and reward her well for doing so.

  She moaned again. I growled in return, right before adding my index and middle finger to the penetration of her ass. They glided in easily, as she was more than aroused from my rough handling, and hadn’t had time to tense up.

  “Good, baby. So good,” I praised. “Just wait until Fletcher gets to work, too.”

  Her moan changed into a groan as she turned around and buried her face in Fletcher’s neck. I kept up the thrusts, slowly pumping my fingers in and out of her ass. The sight of it was mesmerizing, knowing I touched her as no man ever had before. A bit more lube made everything good and slick—and transformed my cock into a fucking ramrod.

  Finally, I forced myself to meet my best friend’s stare over her shoulder. Fletcher’s gaze was wide and intense as fresh-cut lapis, especially when I gave him the nod of approval. If he took it slowly, our girl was ready to let him fuck her ass.

  She was a naturally giving woman. Her body was compliant with her will as soon as she gave herself over to it—but that final step was always our biggest challenge. With patience and a little command, I’d moved her past the step this time. Her body got it. Pleasure could be had with anal stimulation. Now, if her mind stayed out of the way, she’d enjoy herself.

  Screw that. She’d be in heaven.

  If we could stay the course…

  “Tolly?”

  Fletcher’s rasp was answered by a muffled squeak from the crook of his neck. It was adorable and sexy wrapped up in the same sound.

  “Will you help me?”

  Clever bastard. This was the advantage of having that direct connection to her mind. If I paid attention closely enough, I learned from his actions. He knew she couldn’t say no to helping either one of us.

  “Help…you?” She scooted back a couple of inches. Though she still straddled him, his erection bounced free between them. Fletch’s face was stiff with stress, but he managed to pick up the lube from the blanket and hand it to her.

  “This will work a lot easier if we use some of this.”

  “Oh, babe.” She tsked at him, a look of cute confusion on her face. “I’m really ready. We won’t need this.”

  “Tolly.” He stroked his cock, the pain on his face joined by a hint of amusement. “This isn’t going in your pussy today, baby.”

  He lifted a tawny brow. Then waited. And waited.

  As soon as the puzzle pieces snapped into place, her small mouth fell open. Fletch and I chomped back chuckles as she jerked and gasped, snapping the whole top half of her body toward me. “What the hell?”

  “Natalia.”

  “Uh-uh. I can’t—do I—?” She let out a husky huff. “Really? Do I have to?”

  I brushed another kiss across her shoulder. “Of course not. You never have to do anything you don’t want to do. You know that.” I looked up, emitting sultry heat with my eyes. “But we’d really like you to try.”

  She shot back a glower before quickly turning back to Fletcher. She’d heard my disappointment—but felt his.

  A few moments passed.

  Still. Weirdly windless.

  The stream gurgled in the distance. Marty whinnied as he nuzzled the ground, looking for a fallen crab apple blossom.

  Talia sighed loudly and reached for the bottle on the blanket, but Fletcher’s long fingers wrapped around hers, stopping her.

  “I won’t force you to do something you’re not ready for.”

  She snorted. “Shut up. I’m ready.”

  “Are you sure, baby?” I had to say something—although my cock was ready to go rogue if I did so again.

  Resignation washed over her elegant, exquisite face. “I love the two of you so much,” she confessed. “And you always make me feel so good…better than I always imagine, even when I try picturing things you suggest. I-I trust you. That’s what we have.”

  She took my free hand with one of hers. Scooped one of Fletcher’s with the others. We were joined, a triad of solid strength. “I trust you two to care for me. To take care of me. To always have my best interests in the forefront of your thoughts. That’s what I give to you—and in return, I care that way for you. We made those promises to one another, remember?” She emphasized it by pulling in a long, deep breath. “So, if this is somethi
ng the two of you want, I have to trust that I will want it, too.” She met my gaze fully now. “And I will admit, that with your fingers…back there—”

  “In your ass, Natalia. You can say it.”

  “Yes. Fine. In my ass. There? Happy?” Her eyes danced with mischief as she plunged on. “It did feel good. Really good.”

  I angled over, smoothing a hand over both her gorgeous globes then across the slicked aperture at their center. “And it makes me feel very good to hear that.”

  She nodded then turned back, eyeing Fletcher’s erection. “So…how this is going to work?” She sucked in another breath. “I trust you. I do. Hopefully, I haven’t killed the mood…?”

  “I’m not seeing a problem.” Fletch gripped his cock, still swollen like a bachelorette party favor.

  “Well.” She let out a husky giggle. “It’s always like that, I think.”

  “Only when you’re around, sugar. Only. You.”

  “Fletcher.”

  He cut her off by grabbing her by the nape then swallowing her yelp with a searing, devouring kiss. The embrace was more aggressive than Fletch’s usual style, but our girl didn’t seem to mind. Before he even let her go, she reached between their bodies to stroke his cock. The sight elicited a moan from my throat. Fuck, that was hot. The sight of her hand wrapped around his dick, slender feminine fingers clutching tightly, painted fingernails meeting each other on the far side…

  Incredible.

  Perfect.

  My cock throbbed in my jeans, begging me for escape—and to be clutched in that exact way.

  After Fletcher set her mouth free, her lips twisted into a pout. “Ummmm…can’t we just put this in me first? Get it wet that way?”

  Fletcher and I shared another silent laugh. The query was downright bold for our woman, who’d been so guileless from the first moment we’d all met. To the rest of the world, she was still very much an elegant lady—but at times like this, we celebrated how far her dirty talk had come.

  “Not a bad idea,” Fletcher ensured. “Of course, getting inside you in any way always sounds like a great idea.”