Chapter 44 - Bodie
BODIE
The rain actually picked up as I pulled into the driveway, determined to soak me on the way to the door. I walked rather than ran, just to spite it. As the door slammed behind me, I knew something was up.
“Sawyer?”
The house was dark, except for the amber glow of the fire. It was nothing but smoldering embers, meaning it hadn’t been fed for hours.
“In here!” I heard him call, all the way from his bedroom. “Come see what I brought home.”
“It better be pizza,” I grumbled, kicking off my boots. It had been a long day. I was looking forward to whatever he’d figured out in the way of dinner, because it was turn to ‘cook.’
My confusion deepened as I approached the half-open door. The light inside was warm, but somehow flickering. I pushed my way in, and saw the candles. But that’s not all I saw.
Holy Fuck…
I came face to face with a beautiful, oiled ass — round and plump and gloriously naked — swaying slowly back and forth before me. I recognized that ass immediately, just as I recognized the gorgeous, auburn-framed grin of the woman looking over her shoulder.
“About time you got here,” Hayden winked.
She turned and went back to work, and what she was working on was blowing my friend. Sawyer was spread eagle on the bed, his arms folded triumphantly behind his head. His erection jutted straight upwards from his abdomen, covered in saliva. Hayden’s hand still worked it slowly.
“I told her we’d take turns on her pussy all night,” Sawyer sighed, as a cascade of silky brown hair collapsed over his hardness. Her head churned wildly, her mouth making obscene slurping noises. “She made me wait for you, though,” Sawyer hissed in a breathless gasp. “I guess you get to go first.”
With that, Hayden reached back and slid a hand between her own thighs. Three glistening fingers came up, pushing their way through her soft, wet furrow. I watched, transfixed, as the middle one disappeared inside.
“Well… fuck,” was all I could say.
I’d dreamt of this moment, every night since she’d been gone. I wanted her back. I wanted here here. I had an irrational, indescribable need to keep her safe, but more than that, I needed to be with her again. Physically, for sure. But also in spirit. In emotion. In heart.
Tracking her movements, following her around to make sure she was alright; we split these duties between us, just as we’d split her.
I was relieved to find that Carter felt the same way I did.
Sawyer, too. We had our own problems, and our own lives, sure.
But nothing had bonded us more closely than holding her in our arms, together, while sharing her incredible body in every way possible.
And now here she was, back in our lives, our homes, our beds. Well, Sawyer’s bed, anyway.
And this time, if I had anything to say about it, for good.
I unbuckled and unzipped, stepping out of my jeans as they fell to the floor.
A moment later my hands were traveling over her ass, feeling the intense heat of that soft, silky skin.
My palms encountered a thick coat of scented oil — massage oil, most likely.
Using one hand I transferred it to my own rising erection, slathering it generously, until it glistened and stuck out from my body, pulsing with every beat of my thundering heart.
FUCK YES.
I mounted her, reveling in the snugness and exquisite warmth as I plunged inside.
My hands fell into the channel of her shapely hips, as I enjoyed the familiar bump of her soft ass against my taut abdomen.
Stroke after stroke I began pumping away, trying to regain control as my senses threatened to mutiny in early orgasm.
Hayden responded with soft coos and then louder moans.
Her lips smacked as she popped Sawyer from her mouth momentarily, to look over her shoulder and smile at me.
Missed you, she mouthed, her lips plump and wet.
Buried fully inside her, I smiled back. Missed you more.
Hayden gave me an internal squeeze as I went back to fucking her.
Our bodies moved as one, sawing back and forth, picking up speed and tempo until the moans grew louder and the candles were flickering.
This was perfection, I somehow knew. Something greater than the sum of its parts, and our parts were many.
There was an indescribable beauty in the connection we shared with her; Sawyer, Carter and me.
An unspoken intimacy that bonded us far beyond the boundaries of a traditional relationship…
but also a slow, gathering heat that consumed me in ways I’d never felt before.
Nothing would stop me from loving this woman. Not work, not life, not judgment from those who could never possibly understand. And most definitely, not the desperate whims of some violent, possessive psycho.
Especially one who didn’t understand the depths of my own violence.