14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Wilder Lee
H ot and bothered… Oh, I was bothered alright.
It’s been over an hour. Should I just go in there?
As I pace down the short hallway towards the bathroom and back to the living room for the eighth time, Grady looks over at me saying, “Can you cut that out?” Huh, why didn’t I think of that? Just forget about what she’s doing in there with them. Without me, us. I knock my head lightly against the wall.
I’m still not opposed to entering the room, when Grady puts two glasses on the table, pouring some whiskey in each one. “Get over here.” He kicks one of the chairs back. “I want to hear about that.” He indicates the mark on my face by pointing the bottle at it. The bruise from my last seizure is fading, but I still haven’t told him about it.
Tapping my hand on my abs, I walk to the table to sit. “Why? None of it makes any sense to me. The lake, the park, what I’m hearing. Not a damn bit of it.”
He takes a sip of the amber liquid, his mouth screwing up. “What have you heard? A voice?”
“Sometimes it’s a female, sometimes a male. I’ve gone over all of it countless times, it doesn’t make any sense. It might not mean a damn thing.” His forearms rest on the table. Fucking hell, he’s jacked. When did that happen? Discreetly, I take another swallow of my drink, my eyes running over him.
He brushes the hair out of his face, resting back in his chair. “Then who do you think Katie saw that night?”
This fucking again? We get alcohol in our systems and the past surges forth. “That’s the mystery, right? Not a clue.” I’m reasonably sure I didn’t black out and do something to Sara. Even if for years that was a concern of mine. The scrutiny I received solidified that fear.
If the detective knows anything she isn’t letting on. When I called her about the boat being one without a motor, a rowboat, she was disinterested. Reminding me that Susanna didn’t sustain injuries consistent with a boating accident. Rumors are part of any small town, but where did the information come from to start with that a boat had been seen? Could be bullshit, but if not, then Susanna Ross may have been dumped in the lake near The Bends. Why would that be?
I switch to water anticipating Remi returning to us, while Grady opens the doors to let the night breeze through the cabin. The loon calls, crickets, and lapping water of the lake give me a shot of nostalgia. I’d fall asleep to those sounds at night for years.
Laying down on his couch, I close my eyes. Taking a deep breath of the lake air, I get a whiff of Grady’s cologne that smells like fresh lumber, and lavender. He brushes past to sit in the chair, I grab his hand. Opening my eyes, I see him look down at me. “I knew,” I say in a quiet voice. He never tried to hide the way he would look at me well.
Instead of dropping my hand, he nods, holding it tighter. “I know, jackass.”
Keeping a grip on his hand, I swing my legs off the couch to sit up. His dick at eye level, I swallow hard and my mouth goes dry. We’ve never fooled around without Remi at our sides encouraging it. I let go of his hand to lay back putting my hands behind my head. “What city does your tour start in?” Keep the talk safe.
He sighs, turning to sit in the recliner next to the window. “Phoenix, the first weekend of September. We’ll wrap some things up in the studio when I get back and then the tour starts a couple weeks after that.”
How do I ask him what we are or where this relationship goes once he leaves?
“I just realized a couple of days ago that the October show in Miami is thirty miles from Remi and only two days before her birthday.” His smile is devastating. He bites the tip of his index finger. “I hope she doesn’t pay attention to that; I want to surprise her.”
Knowing Remi, she’s already committed his tour schedule to memory.
“You’re going back to Hancock?” It’s not judgment I’m detecting, but I can’t help but feel how mundane the return to my bookkeeping job is. “There is no end of musicians needed for both studio work and with bands. Hell, we could use you in Romantic Ruin.” That wasn’t my dream, it was his.
I shake my head. “Not for me.” It was a hobby that kept me close to him years ago, not something I saw any future in.
I look over towards the spare bedroom, wondering if they all fell asleep.
Grady looks out the window at the moon hanging low in the sky, illuminating the lake and bathing it in a glint of sparkle. It’s almost magical. His silhouette is handsome as hell. “I never wanted to come back here, and now I’ll miss it,” he says with longing in his voice.
My heart pulses in my throat watching him. I know what he means. If I could isolate a three-year period, extract it from my brain… my hometown would be my favorite place on earth. Those three years though…
What happened to bring on those years, what changed to stop it?
“Did you think we’d see each other again?” I’ve wanted to ask him that, but each time I’d stop myself. I’d planned to avoid him until the end of time. Until the twist of fate that put us here.
Leaning forward, he smiles at me. “Yeah, yeah, I did. Because we weren’t finished. Not our friendship, not…” His words drop off.
Not what? That’s the question I ask myself almost daily.
I’m Remi’s boyfriend, with Grady it’s less clear what we are.
Glancing away from him, I notice one of his guitars leaning against the side of the other recliner. I reach over to pick it up. “Hey… is this Carlotta’s?” She taught dozens of people to play on it. Daniel Gibson had once scratched a heart with their initials in it. She would tell us how mad it made her, with tears in her eyes and a big smile on her face. C.M. and D.G.
I strum a few lines from one of Grady’s songs. He sings it softly. Getting up, he comes back with his guitar. “Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd?” He starts to play and I join him. The ease between us as the familiar chords and notes meld together finds that dark place buried inside me, craving light. He sings a few words of it, “...just two lost souls…” The pitter patter of my heart is undeniable as we play. The song winds down, we’re both staring at one another.
One loaded moment is followed by both of us setting the guitars down to lunge at one another. We are on our knees, holding each other's heads as the joining of our mouths takes all my air. “Goddamn it.” I press him against the chair, both of us on our knees still, his growing dick against mine. “Damn...”
He pulls back to look at me. “I want you, but not if this doesn’t mean the same thing to you.”
I huff out, “What’s that?” Sitting back on my heels, I place my hands on his thighs.
“You’re mine. It means that just as much as Remi is my girlfriend, you’re my boyfriend. Or we stop right now. I’m not into flings.”
Funny thing to say after what happened at The Splash with Remi in the first place. I want to throw that in his face. I’m still irritated by it.
“Well?” he asks, starting to stand.
I pull him back down. “You’re annoying. Of course that’s what it means.”
The coffee table gets knocked out the way, we’re not careful tugging at shorts or underwear. His hand cups my balls, then roams up my dick pressing it down against my stomach. “What do you want me to do?” he asks inches from my face.
My hands grab his ass pulling him flush against me, our mouths are back to teasing and tasting one another. With my hands under his ass, I grind against him, our hardening dicks rubbing against one another. Something unruly breaks loose inside me. The need to make him mine. Cum inside him. I flip him onto the floor underneath me, pushing the recliner further back with my foot.
“I don’t imagine you have lube laying around anywhere?” I ask, laughing lightly.
He spits into his hand, running it over my dick. “This’ll have to do.”
I don’t want to hurt him. “Your mouth, use your mouth.” I groan as I sit back, and he puts those fuckable lips around my dick, taking me back far enough to choke. Pulling back, he tries again.
Running my hand through his wavy hair, I let my legs fall open further, wrapping a hand around his dick to stroke it. He brings me close, but I don’t want to cum inside his mouth. I want his ass.
“No. Stop.” I push him off me, between his saliva and the pre-cum, I’m able to work myself into his ass a couple of inches. The tight pinch is close to uncomfortable. I keep a hand occupied with his balls and dick, keeping balance with the other hand.
His hands brace my waist. He leans up, growling, “Show me what you’ve got.”
Unleashing the unfurling want inside my belly, I push him back, wrapping a hand loosely around his throat. Bucking into him, while stroking his cock. His hands are trying to slam me even harder against him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I look down and watch my dick enter him, his dick is bobbing when I let go to give myself support putting my hands on either side of him. I’m driving into him so fast, I know I’m going to have a rug burn. I’ll take the rug burn while wearing a big fucking smile on my face. I cum, pulling out I pump it onto his stomach, wipe it all over his dick and mine. I come in for a breathless kiss, nipping at his bottom lip. “I can’t feel my fucking legs.”
He laughs at me, moving me back so he can sit up. His mouth finds one of my nipples, biting it slightly. He moves to the side of it, leaving a hickey in his wake. “Lay down on your side.”
Side by side, he takes both our dicks in his hand and gives a few strokes, before moving my ball sack up, he sticks a finger inside of me. “Ready for me?” he asks in his sexy fucking voice.
I don’t answer before he’s moved one of my legs up, easing himself inside. The pace is less frenetic, slow, deep strokes that rub just right, while I get harder than a rock again. Where the fuck is our girl? The three of us together is what I’m craving. Not that this isn’t driving me over the edge. Adding Remi makes us feel complete.
My weeping dick is pressed between us as Grady leans down against me to fuck his tongue into my mouth. An achy winding up threatens to make me explode. My arms tighten around him, as he breaks the kiss to lean his forehead against my head. “I’m leaving myself inside of you, I’m going to cum so fucking deep inside you.”
“Do it. Fucking do it,” I say through clenched teeth as I try to move him from underneath.
Her sleepy sweet voice comes to us as she pads into the room naked, “This is exactly what I was hoping to find.” Remi circles us, as Grady continues, but holds a hand out behind him. She takes it, straddling my legs. She leans onto Grady, her hand finding our balls. Rolling them through her hand, she sends Grady off with a grunt. I arch up and yell, “Fuck, oh my fucking God.”
We’re both a sticky mess, Remi doesn’t care as she hops up to grab a towel. Then crawls over me, looking down with a mischievous smile. “It doesn’t look like you need any recovery time?” Not when I see her naked on top of me. Her nipples are reddened, new drawings are displayed on her body, a hickey is on her side. I run my hands over the markings.
“Looks like you had an eventful time.” I bite the inside of my cheek. The beast I let loose, wants to claim Remi just as much as I did Grady. For a heartbeat I think, I want my baby inside of her. Before I tell myself it’s ridiculous to imagine that at our ages.
We follow Grady into his room, where the dive onto his bed puts him in between us. Our mouths tangle. She sits on top of Grady, feeding his dick sheathed in a condom inside her, my mouth is on one of breasts, as she cradles my head to her.
“I might have lube… in my.” He points, breathless, not able to form a sentence. I jump off the bed to find a tube in his shaving kit bag. I lather my dick up. Rejoining them, I stand back stroking myself as Remi rides Grady. She’s so fucking divine. Her pert breasts are bouncing as she grinds herself into him, her mouth open slightly with her tongue rubbing against her top lip.
Not able to stand it any longer, I straddle Grady behind Remi, kissing her shoulder, I feel down with one hand, guiding myself into his ass. He lets out a yelp, “I’m not going to last,” he manages to say.
With my hands on her waist, I help her grind down even harder on him, as I fuck into him. Ecstasy. She repositions so she’s riding him reverse cowgirl, facing me. Kissing, we’re breathing one another in completely. Her shallow breaths mix with mine.
“Unh… oh…” She trembles against me as she orgasms. I spill out of Grady; she runs her hand through it over both our ball sacks.
Collapsing on the bed together, I tuck her into my side. Grady props himself up on his elbow on her other side.
“Please tell me you used the double-sided dildo on those two chuckleheads,” I say to her.
“Ha. Aren’t you funny?”
Drifting into sleep, I realize I’ve got my hands on both of them. This is only the second time sleeping in a bed with them or anyone for that matter. The first time I didn’t really sleep, I laid to the side watching them cuddling. Now, I’m holding them both possessively.
I could get used to this. All of this.