PART II #2
Their mouths danced in a push and pull, tongues exploring each other’s mouths with a connection that ran deep between them. Both of their cocks remained thick and hard inside me, reminding me of just how much they needed me as much as they needed one another.
It wasn’t just seeing my boyfriends being boyfriends that stole my breath away. It was the way they continued to fuck me, tearing moans out of me with every punishing movement.
The kiss between them was wild like untamed fire. A fire that would consume us all.
Suddenly, being sandwiched between the two of them like this had just become my favorite place to be in the whole world.
When they pulled apart, Bale kissed the top of my shoulder, his lips wet with the taste of Corbin still on them.
“Come, kitten.” Bale’s hand slid down the front of my stomach until skilled fingers circled my clit with precise movements while I was already hanging on by a thread.
The thread of my release snapped, and I shook apart. It was Corbin who swallowed my screams down, his mouth desperately latched onto mine.
Neither of them was far behind. Moments later, both of them filled me up until I became a panting and sweaty wreck between them. Cum dripped out of me obscenely, and I couldn’t bring myself to give a damn.
Let the records reflect, it was the black cat who had caught herself an intensely smug scarecrow and one eternally devoted crow.
It took a little while for all manner of energy to come back to us enough to get cleaned up. Three concentrated efforts to straighten my skirt later, I almost abandoned the whole damn thing.
My legs remained questionably shaky, but both guys wisely refused to comment on it. Corbin was the one who hooked my arm through his as he showed off a few other upgrades to the archives section of the library.
New lighting, an upgraded scanner, and added artwork to the walls. One particular oil painting that could be easily seen from my desk was an abstract piece with black feathers and pieces of straw.
Even when lost deep in my love of preserving books, I would always have a reminder of them nearby.
Finally, we approached the door I had noticed a few times before that was located behind the staircase.
Bale’s hand rested on the brass handle, hesitating to open it right away. “We’ve been waiting to show you what’s behind this door for a while now. Since you’ll be down here so often, we figured it was only a matter of time before your curiosity got the better of you.” He flashed a wry grin.
Then, he looked at Corbin, who just nodded in encouragement.
When the door opened, it revealed a long and dark corridor. The industrial-looking light fixtures with caged bulbs were the only sign of modern-day touches. Everything else looked and smelled ancient.
“What’s this?” I asked as I observed the path laid out before us. The bricks weren’t just a natural shade of red. They were something resembling a shade of violence and blood magic.
Was this where Noraline had been hiding?
“It’s the Red Brick Road,” Corbin replied. “It runs underground throughout three other towns.”
I took the first step onto the road, and both guys remained close at my sides. Something about this place felt different, like only certain individuals were ever meant to travel it.
Walking deeper into the underground tunnel, I noticed a door that was oddly shaped. Tall and skinny, but the top of it came to a sharp point. It looked like it had been painted over several times, leaving it with blotches of faded colors peeling from the original wood surface beneath it all.
“And what about what’s on the other side of this door? Is it one of the other towns?” I looked at them curiously. The bricks very clearly deviated from the main path to lead underneath it.
Corbin was first to respond. “We don’t know. It’s never been unlocked.”
“So, no one knows what is on the other side?” Both brows popped up towards my scalp in disbelief.
Bale shook his head. “It’s probably nothing good, Harlow.”
I leaned in, pressing my ear against the cool wood of the door, listening for any indication of what lay beyond.
The sound of leaves rustling in a breeze. Birds chirping cheery tunes. Joyful children singing. The roar of the king of the jungle.
Click. Click. Click.
Three sharp taps accompanied by words spoken as softly as a prayer.
Pressing the flat of my palm against the door, I couldn’t help but wonder if whatever or whoever lay beyond was aware of where the Red Brick Road led.
Stepping back from the locked mystery, I took my scarecrow in one hand and my winged fate in the other.
Some journeys were not for us to take, but for someone else to find their way home.
Our hearts had found that very place. Together.
Turning, we walked back down the Red Brick Road towards the archives section of Falston’s Public Library. Returning to the place where the three of us belonged.
As we reached the threshold where red bricks met faded blue carpet, the distinct sound of a lock disengaging echoed behind us.
Looking back over my shoulder, ethereal green flooded the corridor as the previously locked door opened.
The light spilling out was blinding, obscuring the shadowy figure that passed through the opening.
A rich voice as smooth as silk graced the air as a man spoke to himself, “Ah, finally. Time to find out where exactly you’ve been hiding, princess.”
Welcome home.
(The End.)