38. Shep
38
Shep
W hen Beau pulls her into his lap, a pang of jealousy hits me so hard it steals my breath. His forehead rests on her shoulder and Tess straddles him so closely, there’s barely a breath of room between them. I sit beside him on the couch, my wobbly legs threatening to drop me after my explosive orgasm. Watching her come on Beau’s tongue was easily one of the highlights of my life, but the way they’re holding on to each other has me feeling like I’m intruding on a very private scene.
Tessa’s eyes close as she sucks in a deep breath and Beau’s hands move from reverently trailing her back to resting on her hips. He asks what we’re both thinking.
“What’s wrong?”
“We can’t do this,” she whispers, sounding on the verge of tears.
“I can’t stop. I have to have you. Please don’t say no to me, Tess.”
Tears gather in her eyes and I’m suddenly afraid she’ll rise off his lap and evaporate. Maybe we pushed her too far tonight. Maybe I pushed her too far. Guilt sinks in my stomach, making my limbs heavy. She’s right about one thing, none of us can come back from this.
I see the fear written on Beau’s face, he feels it too. No doubt panicking at her pulling back, leaving him exposed and alone the same way she did before. But I won’t let either of them break tonight. I reach out and gently push a strand of hair behind her ear, knowing she’ll talk to me.
“What’s got you so afraid?”
She looks at me and everything she’s feeling is on display. Her hesitation, her love, every insecurity.
“This is all wrong.” She looks down at Beau and her shoulders fall. “I haven’t even apologized to you yet. It was supposed to be your choice and I screwed it up.”
“ This was my choice.” He tips her chin down and kisses her softly, in defiance of everything she said. “But you have to tell us what you want. If it’s me, well then, you already have me. If it’s not, say the word and I’ll get up and leave right now.”
Seconds pass as we stare at him, but secretly, I hope he stays. This is what we wanted, Tessa and me. I promised months ago I’d help her get him back, I just didn’t understand the effect watching them together would have on me. I complicated it, inserted myself because I couldn’t stop. I know once they’re back together, she’ll leave me too. She’s my best friend. My rock. I don’t know how I’m supposed to let her go when the time comes. Something in me wants him to claim her now so she can never really leave either of us. So we’ll always own a part of her. No matter how this plays out, she ruined us both.
She surprises me by swinging her gaze over to me. “This isn’t crossing a line for you?”
I take her hand but stay where I am, shaking my head. “I want to be here.”
“And you?” She looks at Beau.
“I’ve always had to share you with Shep. This doesn’t feel any different, at least not for me.”
Tessa gives each of us a look of such longing, that were I not sitting, I’d be on my knees in front of her. “Then please don’t make me choose. Not right now.” Her voice breaks. “I need you both. I need us. ”
I’ve never been able to live in the moment, always needing to know what comes next. Trying to master the what-ifs. But if my best friend has taught me anything in the time that we’ve lived together, it’s that you can’t expect every outcome. Sometimes you just have to do what feels right, even when it feels a little like free-falling.
Sitting up, I gently pull her shirt over her head. She raises her arms and when I toss it, I take her face in my hands and kiss her like this is our last time. It is our last time, we both know it. She still sits on Beau’s lap, both of them naked, but it doesn’t bother me. Her hands are on my shoulders and she’s kissing me back. I focus on the feeling of her lips on mine . Our kiss deepens and her body melts into Beau. Like we’re all she’s ever wanted.
She’s breathing faster, rocking gently against the backside of Beau’s cock where it’s wedged between them. I pull back from the kiss, dazed and slow, because I don’t want to miss a moment of what’s happening between us. I hear a soft rasping sound and look over to see Beau slide his hands around her rib cage and up to cup her perfect tits.
He takes a dusky, pink nipple between his teeth and something explodes inside me at the sight. I can’t tell one emotion from another as I watch them. Overwhelming anger and intense arousal war within my chest. It’s confusing and assaulting and… Addicting. It’s killing me to see him touch her, his hands roaming places I want to worship myself. But as much as I hate it, his touch makes her more wanton each second and I love seeing Tessa give in.
She gasps and the stubble on his face scrapes against her breast, turning her skin pink. I can’t resist taking the other nipple in my mouth, wanting to mark her in the same way. Now that she’s decided, she’s unafraid. I watch as each new sensation washes over her. She’s so alive between us. Not a firecracker, but a live wire. Seeing them together, crossing this line with them will inevitably destroy me in every way that matters. But I’m ready to play with fire.
I stand, stepping behind her to put my hands just above where his arms are looped around her tiny waist. “Lift her hips.”
Beau doesn’t hesitate and the triumph I feel at finally being in sync is overwhelming.
“Ready?” I ask Tessa.
She reaches up and cups my cheek. “Yes.”
“Sit on his dick, sweetheart.”
Together, we slide her hips up his body, until the head of his cock is notched at her entrance. She moves unconsciously to get a little friction from the tip pressing in. Beau bends his head to a sensitive spot on her neck and she whimpers. Tessa leans back and melts into my chest, giving me a clear view all the way down her body as she slides down slowly onto his hardness.
She moans deeply at the fullness of him and my dick stirs, ready for anything she wants to give it. Now they can give up this charade that they don’t belong together. We can rid ourselves of the tension that’s clung to us since coming to the cabin. In the back of my mind, a voice whispers that sharing her can only lead to heartbreak, but she’s broken my heart a few times now and I’ve survived it. She wants me, even if it’s just this once. Nothing and no one could drag me away.
Tessa settles in, fully seated around him while Beau lets her adjust. She lazily puts her palms on his chest and wiggles her hips, letting us know she’s ready for more. He groans roughly and the thought of how tightly her pussy grips him, coupled with the noises he makes, has me hard as a rock again against her back.
Tess looks over her shoulder and God , she’s breathtaking from this point of view. The way her hair fans down her back. Her tight, round ass gently moving back and forth. Everything about her is a vision from a fever dream, but it’s her parted lips I’d most like to see right now. Are they tipped up in a smile? Is she wincing at the tightness where they’re joined? I need to know.
“Move on him, baby. I want to see you ride his dick.”
I expect a snide comment from Beau about keeping my mouth shut, but the curse doesn’t come. He’s too busy watching her tits bounce with each of his thrusts. Standing behind her, I let my hands roam her body while they move on each other. When my fingers reach her peaked nipples, Beau’s darkened gaze locks onto where I’m brushing my thumbs over the tight buds. He starts thrusting harder into her, like he can fuck my touch from her body if he tries hard enough. He’s always been too easy to read.
Tessa’s caught between us and I don’t know if she notices the rivalry going on around her, but she doesn’t seem to care. While they devour each other’s mouths, mine moves to the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder meet and I feather my tongue over it, making her squirm. The thought of us sharing her, filling her up until she’s sated and boneless has my hips moving on their own. My cock rubs against her soft skin while Beau drives up into her. It’s enough to drive me insane. Their moans start coming quicker, their movements more jerky.
“That’s it, baby,” Beau croons. “Can you come for me, pretty girl?”
She nods and twists to me, silently asking for a kiss, connecting me to them. I bend and oblige her, only breaking the kiss when I’m too close to continue.
Brushing her hair back, I whisper into her ear, loud enough for him to hear. “As soon as he comes, don’t think you’re done. I’m going to take your pussy too. We need you so bad, Firecracker.”
I’ve never called her that before. The nickname has only ever been his, but it fits in this moment. I pull her close and softly stroke her clit one-handed. I push her hips down onto his cock just as he explodes inside her. She tips over the edge with him, calling his name. The filthy, fucking noises their bodies make when they come are too much for me.
Still whimpering, Tessa lifts her hips, sliding off Beau’s dick and sticking her ass out. My good, good girl offers herself to me, knowing exactly what I need. Her breasts are pressed into Beau’s chest as I take hold of her hips and thrust all the way in. Beau holds her, his arms wrapped around her back, while he whispers in her ear. I bottom out inside her and she cries out. I chase that sound, pounding into her over and over while her head rests on his shoulder. She cries and whimpers each time I pull out, but it’s Beau’s hand softly scratching up and down her back that gets me. His nails leave slight, red marks on her skin and I know mine will leave the same where I’m gripping her hips.
Tessa surprises me by arching off Beau’s chest. Her pussy tightens on me and strangles every inch of my cock. I feel a rush of wetness that coats my balls as she comes again.My eyes flick to Beau’s for a second as he takes one of her nipples in his mouth. It only takes a few more powerful strokes before I’m crying out my own release.
All of us are heaving, waiting for our breathing to return to normal. I have to take a seat beside Beau on the couch again before my legs really do give out. Tessa curls into Beau’s chest and when I look over at him a moment later, her eyes are closed.
“She asleep?” he asks over the top of her head.
“Looks like it.”
We sit in silence, no doubt replaying all that just happened. Beau sighs and turns to me. “Thank you.” I don’t answer but draw my brows together in question. “For taking care of her,” he offers. “I didn’t come here expecting this to happen.”
“I don’t think any of us were expecting this. Maybe now you’ll stop pretending you don’t have feelings for her.”
He gives me a long look. “Maybe,” is all he says.
“Come on.” I incline my head towards the stairs and he cradles her in his arms. Beau carries her up the stairs while I pull my pants back on and settle the house for the night.
When I get to the bedroom, both of them are passed out, wrapped together in the fluffy down comforter. I slide in on Tessa’s other side, staring at both of their sleeping faces and trying to push away the apprehension that something monumental has changed.