Chapter 24 Colt
Colt
"The question is," Beau murmurs against Lucy's ear, "are you ready to give us what we all want?"
Every primitive instinct I have roars to life at his words. Mine. The thought rocks through me, sharp and fierce as a punch to the gut, followed immediately by another that stops me cold: Ours.
Because this isn't just about claiming Lucy. This is also about reclaiming something Beau and I lost two years ago, something that's been bleeding out of both of us ever since Sophia ripped our world apart.
Lucy's breathing is ragged between us, her pulse hammering so hard I can see it fluttering in her throat like a trapped bird. When she looks at me, her brown eyes are dark with want and trust and something that looks suspiciously like the kind of surrender I never thought I'd see again.
"Yes," she whispers, and the single word shatters whatever restraint I've been clinging to.
I step forward and scoop her up without warning, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively, her arms locking around my neck like she belongs there. She's warm and soft and perfect against me, and when she gasps at the sudden movement, I want to swallow the sound and keep it forever.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Beau's voice carries a hint of challenge, but underneath it, I hear something else.
Uncertainty. Like he's not sure if he's invited to follow, like maybe I'm about to shut him out again.
I pause at the bottom of the ladder leading to the barn's second floor, Lucy's weight settled against me like she was made to fit there, and look back at my former best friend.
For a moment, we just stare at each other, two years of hurt and misunderstanding stretching between us like a canyon neither of us knew how to cross.
Then something shifts inside me, something that's been locked up tight since the day everything went to hell.
The grin comes easier than anything has in months, like something rusted finally broke free.
"You coming or not, Blackwell? Our girl's not gonna wait all day for you to make up your damn mind."
Our girl. The words taste right on my tongue, feel right in my chest.
Something shifts in his gray eyes. Relief mixed with hunger and hope. He follows us up the ladder, and I can feel the weight of this moment settling around all three of us like fate.
Whatever happens next, there's no going back to the careful dance we've been doing.
The second floor of the barn is dim and golden, afternoon sunlight filtering through the gaps between weathered boards to cast everything in warm honey tones that make Lucy's skin glow.
Hay bales are stacked in neat rows, creating a maze of golden walls and shadows that smell like summer grass and dust and something wild that makes my blood run hot.
I carry Lucy deeper into the maze until I find what I'm looking for: a space where the hay bales form natural walls around a clear area, private and hidden from the world below.
When I set her down, her legs are shaky, and I have to fight every possessive instinct I have not to just pin her against the nearest bale and take her right there.
Instead, I start shrugging out of my shirt. "Can't have you getting scratched up on rough hay," I tell her, spreading it across the top of a bale with more care than I usually show anything. "You're gonna be sensitive enough after we're done with you."
Damp clothes are better than nothing.
Beau follows my lead without a word, peeling off his shirt, laying it next to mine to create a makeshift bed.
The domesticity of the gesture stands in stark contrast to the raw hunger burning in his eyes, and I feel something twist in my chest at how right this feels.
How much I've missed working in sync with him, moving together like we're two parts of the same machine.
Lucy watches us prepare for her, and there's something in her expression that's pure feminine satisfaction. Like she knows exactly what kind of power she wields over both of us, and she's not afraid to use every bit of it.
And then she's reaching for the hem of her shirt.
"No." The word comes out rougher than I intended, stopping her mid-motion. "That's our job, Shortie."
I move to stand in front of her while Beau positions himself behind her.
My hands find the bottom of her shirt, and Beau's fingers start working on the button of her jeans, and suddenly we're all moving together like we've choreographed this dance a hundred times before.
Her shirt comes off first, revealing pale skin and a simple white bra that somehow looks more erotic than the most expensive lingerie money can buy.
Beau's hands slide her jeans down her legs while I work on the clasp of her bra, and when she's finally standing between us in nothing but a scrap of white cotton, I have to take a moment just to look at her.
Christ, she's beautiful. All soft curves and smooth skin, her breasts full and perfect, nipples already hard from our attention. There's a small scar on her ribs that I want to trace with my tongue, and the gentle flare of her hips makes my hands itch to grip and hold and possess.
"Look at you," I growl, my voice rough with want and something deeper. "Fucking perfect."
I lean down to capture her mouth, kissing her hard and deep while my hands map the curves of her waist like I'm memorizing them.
She tastes like sunshine and sweetness and something that's purely Lucy, and I can't get enough.
When I nip at her lower lip, she gasps into my mouth, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
Behind her, Beau's mouth finds the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and she arches between us with a moan that makes my vision blur.
His hands slide up to cup her breasts while I kiss my way down her throat, and suddenly we're all touching and tasting and claiming like we're starving for it.
I bite down on her collarbone, hard enough to leave a mark that'll last for days, and she cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Mine," I growl against her skin, then suck hard enough to bruise. "Ours."
"Colt," she gasps, and the way she says my name makes me want to do filthy things to her until she forgets every other word.
That's when Beau goes rigid behind her, his breathing becoming ragged and desperate. "I need..." He stops, pulling back slightly, and when I look at him over Lucy's shoulder, I see something like panic in his eyes.
"What?" Lucy turns to look at him, concern overriding desire in a way that makes my chest tight.
Beau's jaw works for a moment before he speaks.
"I haven't been with anyone since..." He stops again, running a hand through his dark hair like he's trying to hold himself together. "Two years. And if you keep touching me like that, I'm gonna lose it before we even get started."
The admission hangs in the air between us, raw and honest and more vulnerable than I've seen Beau since we were kids.
Two years of celibacy, two years of self-imposed isolation. No wonder he looks like he's about to combust from a simple touch.
"So we slow it down," Lucy says simply, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "We have all afternoon. Hell, we have all the time in the world."
But Beau's already reaching for his belt, sliding the leather free with deliberate movements that speak of iron control. "Turn around," he tells her, his voice quiet but commanding in a way that makes my cock twitch.
Lucy looks at me, a question in her eyes, and I nod. "Do what he says, baby. Trust us."
She turns, presenting her back to Beau, and he gently pulls her arms behind her, securing her wrists with his belt.
The sight of her bound and helpless between us does something primal to my brain, something that makes me want to beat my chest and claim her until the whole county knows who she belongs to.
"Better?" I ask Beau, and he nods, some of the desperate edge leaving his expression.
"Much."
With her hands secured, Lucy can't touch, can't do anything but feel what we give her.
The vulnerability of her position seems to heighten everything for her, because when I pinch her nipples, she arches into the touch with a cry that echoes through the barn.
"That's it," I murmur, rolling the sensitive peaks between my fingers. "Let us hear you. Don't hold back."
Beau drops to his knees behind her, his hands spreading her thighs apart with reverent touches. When his mouth finds her through the thin cotton of her panties, she nearly collapses, her knees buckling like someone cut her strings.
I catch her against my chest, holding her upright while Beau works her into a frenzy with his tongue. "Easy, baby. We've got you. We're not gonna let you fall."
He slides her panties aside, and the first touch of his tongue against her bare flesh has her sobbing his name. I can see her face, the way her eyes roll back and her mouth falls open, and it's the most erotic thing I've ever witnessed in my life.
"Jesus, look at you," I breathe, my hands never stopping their torment of her breasts. "So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for us."
Behind her, Beau's hand moves to his own cock, stroking himself in time with the movements of his tongue.
Lucy's breathing becomes more ragged, her body tensing in my arms as Beau drives her toward the edge with single-minded determination. When he sucks her clit between his lips, she breaks with a scream.
The moment her orgasm hits, I'm moving, lifting her and placing her face-down across the hay bale we've prepared. The height is perfect, putting her at just the right level for what I have planned.
“I don’t have a condom.” I managed to grit out. “But I’ve always used one before…”
Lucy understands what I’m saying and nods her acceptance.
I position myself behind her, one hand gripping her bound wrists, the other tangling in her hair to guide her face toward Beau's cock. He's standing now, stroking himself with deliberate movements, and when Lucy's mouth opens for him, he groans like he's been shot.
"That's right, baby," I growl as I line myself up with her entrance. "Take him deep while I fuck you from behind."
I slide into her in one smooth thrust, and the feel of her tight heat around me nearly ends me right there.
"Fuck, Lucy," Beau breathes, his hand gentle in her hair as she works him with her mouth. "So good, sunshine. So fucking good."
I set a rhythm that has her gasping and moaning, each thrust driving her forward onto Beau's cock in a way that has all three of us losing our minds. The hand in her hair guides her movements while my grip on her bound wrists keeps her exactly where I want her.
"You like this, don't you?" I demand, snapping my hips forward hard enough to make her cry out. "Like being between us, taking us both at the same time like the good girl you are."
She can't answer with her mouth full of Beau, but the way she pushes back against me tells me everything I need to know. She's lost in it, lost in us, and watching her surrender completely is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Her second orgasm builds slowly, a gradual tightening around my cock that has me gritting my teeth to maintain what's left of my control. When it hits, she screams around Beau, and the sensation is too much for him. He pulls out of her mouth with a curse, his control hanging by a thread.
"Change," I grit out, pulling out of her despite every instinct telling me to stay buried inside her heat.
Beau moves to lie back on the makeshift bed, and I lift Lucy to straddle him. She's shaking with aftershocks, her skin flushed and glowing with sweat, and when she sinks down onto Beau's cock, they both moan like they're dying.
I position myself behind her again, my hands roaming over her back and ass while she rides Beau with increasing desperation. When I lean down to kiss and lick at the sensitive skin just above her tailbone, she whimpers.
My tongue finds the tight ring of muscle between her cheeks, and she cries out, her movements on Beau becoming erratic.
"Jesus," Beau breathes from beneath her, and I can see the strain on his face as he fights for control.
I work her with my tongue until she's sobbing, then pull back to ask the question that's been burning in my brain. "You ever been taken here, baby?"
"No," she gasps, her voice barely audible.
The admission sends possessive satisfaction roaring through me like wildfire. "Good." I position my cock against her ass, not penetrating but just grinding against her. "Gonna have to work you up to it, train this pretty ass to take us both at the same time."
The thought of sharing her like that, of having her completely filled and claimed by both of us, seems to shatter her completely. She comes with a scream that echoes through the barn, her body convulsing between us like she's been struck by lightning.
The sight and sound of her falling apart pushes me over the edge. I grind against her ass, the friction and the visual of her taking Beau while I claim her in my own way too much to resist. My orgasm tears through me with devastating force, and I hear Beau curse as he follows us both over.
For long moments, we stay connected, all three of us breathing hard and trying to remember how to function. Lucy is boneless between us, her head resting on Beau's chest while I trace lazy patterns on her back.
Finally, I reach around to untie her wrists, massaging the marks the belt left behind with gentle fingers. She stretches her arms with a satisfied sigh, then looks back at me with eyes that are still dark with satisfied desire.
"You okay?" I ask, suddenly needing to know that we didn't push too hard, too fast.
Her smile is pure sin and satisfaction. "More than okay."
I grin, the expression feeling easier than it has in years, like something fundamental just shifted back into place.
"Good. Because if you think that was surrender, baby, you're dead wrong." I lean down to kiss her neck, tasting salt and satisfaction and promises. "We're just getting started."
And for the first time in two years, when I look at Beau over Lucy's shoulder, I see my best friend looking back.