Chapter 20
20
JON
Robe’s bedroom smelled of sated obsession. The two bodies slumped over mine were coated in sweat and sex that seeped onto my damp jeans. I rested against the headboard of my best friend’s bed and tried not to disturb them. Rousing either Robe or Mari would be a mistake, but I had another reason for remaining frozen.
I swallowed back the heady arousal Mari’s body offered, slung languid and boneless across mine, my best friend still embedded deep within her soft curves. Her peach-perfect ass split around me, soft and warm and so fucking tempting. The ceiling offered a focal point but such a boring one that it did next to nothing to distract me from the need raging in my jeans beneath a pretty, worn-out girl that more than one bodily organ of mine ached to claim.
Nor did the hard hand the same size as mine that gripped my fingers too tight offer a great enough distraction. I dropped my gaze to meet Robe’s and let him attempt to break me. The pain finally gave me what I needed. When my cock no longer strained against the confines of my jeans, I managed to suck in enough oxygen to prevent my head from spinning.
“Thanks.”
“I should be thanking you.” Robe uncurled his fingers one at a time, shaking out the stiff joints as he flexed his hand. “Without you, I’d never?—”
“Of course you would. Stop doubting her. And yourself,” I muttered from beneath the girl in question dozing on my stomach.
Fresh arousal threatened at the sight of her spread over me, the scent of their joining leaking over my jeans. I bit the inside of my cheek, savoring the metallic tang. Their combined weight was the sort of torturous pleasure I’d take more of nightly.
Hell, I might even have a go at Robe if this kept up. A grin grew at the thought of the battle I’d face on that front.
A wary look creased his face. He eased back, drawing a blanket over Mari. Her legs tangled and draped around mine. “You all right with her?”
“You mean I don’t have to put up with you snoring all night again?”
“Fuck off. I’m going to shower. Then I’ll have her back.”
“Hell no. You already shared. What if it’s my turn?”
His wicked grin matched my own. “Maybe one day….”
“No.” I expulsed the word in a cold rush. “No way in hell. One at a time. Nothing more.” I held his gaze.
“Do I get a say in this?” Mari piped up from the region of my stomach.
“ No, ” we shouted her down together. I eased back to stare down at her. “No, Mari. We could damage you past the point of what we could fix. What I could fix. Neither of us wants that. Ever.” I traced my thumb over her cheek as she offered me a lazy smile. I refused to risk more, no matter our desires.
Robe nodded as I drew her along my body to rest her curled form on my shoulder and tucked the blanket around her. I checked where my best friend stood.
His expression had turned inward, pensive. A wry smile cocked one corner of his mouth as he caught me watching. He rubbed a hand over his hair and turned for the shower without another word.
My attention returned to Mari. She rolled onto her stomach, pressing her body along the length of mine. I dropped a kiss on the top of her head, stretching my shoulders against the headboard.
“Thank you, Jon,” she mumbled into my chest.
I clasped the back of her head, drawing her tight against me, reveling in the little sigh that slipped from her along with the last remnant of her wakefulness.
In all honesty, I hadn’t minded Robe calling me in to share their first time together. Hell, better me than Alan, who didn’t possess the physical strength to hold Robe back if his control snapped, or Miller, who was as likely to kill the girl as fuck her himself. Jury was out on Will, who harbored his personal cache of damage and secrets.
Robe gave me his blessing in letting me become an intimate part of their broken relationship, and I offered up a silent prayer of thanks that he trusted me to uphold it. Neither of us was a saint. We’d shared every woman over the past few years since my arrival at the cabin, but those were only brief flings. None stole my heart like Mari had. Most provided only a physical release at best, an uncomfortable one my body wanted that my brain resisted. Some of the women, often sourced by Alan from the fringes of society, took to our weird-as-fuck relationship guidelines. Some of them lasted one night, but most of them didn’t even make it that far.
The thought of the two of us being with one woman who filled the gaps in our combined past, that dream we worked toward but were still unable to hope for, seemed unattainable at times. But as with Mari, both of us fucking the same girl would be… detrimental to her, physically speaking. Bodies weren’t made to accommodate our combined girth, no matter how much she might like to try. Even some of the whores Alan provided had struggled, and after a while, we gave up on the endeavor.
Until Mari turned up on our doorstep, and the fantasy became that much more tangible.
I stroked her hair back from her face as tiny purrs rose from her. “Sleep, Mari.” I nodded at Robe as he emerged from the shower, his body almost as large as mine, but by the grace of hard work, not God’s design. “You too.”
Robe paused, taking Mari in and how my arms are wrapped around her sleeping form. “Maybe later.”
“You need rest,” I snapped, gritting my teeth at the bitchy tone I hated.
“I know.” The bedroom door closed behind him with a soft thud, his absence marked by a distinct cold air in the room.
My lips pursed, I soaked in the soft sensation of her skin on mine, memorizing the scent of her, and burned the images of her and Robe and the three of us tangled together into my mind for sleepless nights to come.
It was time for Mari to go home.
And soon.