12. Gabe
GABE
My brain feels all fuzzy, like it can’t believe what my eyes are telling it.
Kingston doesn’t seem to notice the look on Alex’s face, but I do. My best friend watches us with a curiosity I’ve never seen before.
What is he thinking? Why is he watching us like that? It’s not like he’s shy about nudity or even sex. We’ve been in the bedroom together enough now that I know he’s perfectly confident in his sexuality and that he doesn’t want me like that.
But this...
King grips my cock, gives me a slow, tight squeeze. My eyes drift closed, blocking out the delicious sight of Katherine riding Alex, surrounded by a cloud of bubbles.
“Of course we’re enjoying the show,” King says, answering Alex’s question. Thank goodness, because my tongue feels too big for my mouth. “Have you seen yourselves?”
My lips twitch, and I open my eyes. Katherine and Alex both watch us now with open interest. I like where this is going.
I like Alex’s attention on me like this.
It’s new and novel and the culmination of decades of longing.
But before I can enjoy myself too much, King gives me a slow stroke and pulls his hand out of my pants.
He crosses the bathroom, leaving me hanging. Or pointing at the ceiling, as the case may be.
“Hi, Wildfire.” There’s a universe of warmth and pleasure in his voice. He bends over the edge of the tub and hooks a finger under her chin, lifting her lips to his kiss.
A fresh wave of rightness settles in my chest.
She stretches up, wrapping her arms around his neck. As if she weighs nothing at all and isn’t attached to Alex’s monster dick, King lifts her out of the tub, folding her into his arms. Her legs wrap around and lock behind his back.
My heart thuds in my chest.
These are my people.
He lifts his head. “Missed you today.”
She grins at him like he’s just handed her a diamond the size of a baseball. “Missed you too.”
Fuck, she’s gorgeous all wrapped around him like a starfish. Pink from her bath and fucking my best friend. The bottom half of her hair is soaking wet and plastered against her back. And that ass, so full and perfect in King’s hands.
I jerk my shirt over my head.
“I need a shower,” King says. He’s still in his workout clothes, and I can see the sweat stains from here.
“I gave Destiny the night off,” Katherine says, her gaze sliding from King to me. “I thought we might order in and veg. If you guys aren’t busy.”
Stepping across the room, I slide a hand across her back and lean in for a kiss of my own. She turns to me, eager, opening the instant my tongue slides along the seam of her lips. Now this is the kind of welcome home I could get used to. A warm, willing woman, my handsome man, and my best friend.
She moans, curling her tongue around mine, chasing and teasing until we’re both gasping for air.
“That was hot,” King murmurs, his gorgeous face inches from mine.
So I turn and press my lips to his. He nips my lower lip, and I sling an arm around his waist, pulling them tight to me. What a potent combination. Him, sweaty, and her, freshly fucked and smelling like a tropical dream. I grind my dick against the outside of her thigh, and she whimpers.
I lift my head just enough to speak. “Need something, Princess?”
“I need a lot of things.”
“Such as?” I’m in the mood to grant her slightest wish. Because by some miracle, she’s enraptured my best friend to the point where he’s watching us and lazily stroking his cock beneath the bubbles.
She smiles, leaning in for another kiss. “You. Both of you.” She glances over her shoulder. “All three of you.”
Now we’re talking!
“Shower first,” King says, stepping out of my embrace. “Come on, gorgeous. I’ll wash your hair.”
“We’re just going to get dirty again,” I say. He shoots me a smile as he stalks to the massive shower.
“You seriously going to say no to a second shower with our girl?”
“No. No, I’m not.” Especially when I know he’ll be right there next to her.
Alex pulls the plug, and the tub starts to drain.
I try and fail not to watch him, but I can’t help but stare.
He pushes to his feet, and frothy white bubbles slide down his legs.
Fuck me, he’s still hard, and fuck me again, he’s staring at me with that open curiosity that makes my heart flip in my chest.
Katherine and King are in the shower, all bazillion shower heads going. He’s stripped out of his clothes and kicked off his shoes. If I were smart, I’d join them. I’d nip this in the bud and finally stop wanting something I can’t have. But I’m not smart when it comes to Alex.
Worse, now I’m fucking tongue-tied.
“You good?” he asks.
What do I say to that? That I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, but I’m a greedy bastard and still want more? While I stand stock still, wrestling with the words pinging through my head like an arcade game, he steps around me.
“I’m gonna rinse off,” he murmurs.
Wait—
“You’re gonna rinse off...”
Why does this feel momentous? I mean, it’s utilitarian, but also... intimate.
Having Katherine between us was one thing, but this is him being a part of this new dynamic. Not holding himself off to the side with his dick in his hand. I mean, it’s not like he’s asked if he can give me a BJ, but?—
“Yeah, under the water.” He raises a brow as if to say, ‘Did you hit your head?’
“With them?”
Shut up, Gabe. Stop talking. Stop making a big deal out of this. You’re going to freak him out.
We both glance back at Katherine and Kingston.
The scene is straight out of my deepest fantasies, from the luxurious oversized shower with massive slabs of polished stone covering the walls to the wide bench across the back.
Standing between the opposing showerheads, Kingston massages Katherine’s scalp.
Over and over, he sinks his fingers into the dark gold of her hair, his fingers covered in rich lather.
Katherine’s eyes are closed, and her chin is tipped up like she’s waiting on a kiss.
She moans, and I feel that sexy little sound in every nerve ending in my body.
Alex shoots forward, slinging the heavy glass door open and stepping inside. I rip at the button of my jeans, yank down the zipper, and shove the material south as I simultaneously kick off my shoes. I’m frantic to join them. To get my hands on them. To be surrounded by their amazing energy.
Katherine turns in King’s arms, her palms sliding under Alex’s chest. King maneuvers them under the rain shower head, and she tips her head up into the spray, and he’s right there, washing out the suds for her.
Her hands slip and slide down Alex’s torso.
My abs clench, imagining her fingers on me, teasing their way down to my cock.
Alex groans as she takes him in hand.
“How the fuck are you still hard?” King gripes.
Alex grunts, no explanation given. Katherine’s hand slides up and down, eased by the water.
Not content to be on the sidelines, I hop on one foot, tugging off my sock. Wait for me , my cock screams. Unfortunately, I’m so turned on that my body has forgotten how to balance or that gravity exists. Getting tangled, I tip over and somehow manage to turn and land on my ass.
“Graceful,” Alex says.
“Are you okay?” Katherine calls.
“Only thing injured is my ego.”
“Come on in here, and I’ll stroke it for you,” she says.
Good god, she’s amazing.
I jerk the sock off my other foot and stand.
“Better yet, everyone out,” King says, turning off the water.
I like where this is going. Who needs dinner?
There’s just something about the way he takes charge in the bedroom that feels like a pleasure serum going straight through my veins.
I grab a stack of fresh towels and hand them over.
King immediately drops to one knee and starts drying off Katherine’s legs.
When Alex wraps his towel around his hips, I admit I’m sad he put his monster cock away.
Seeing him naked like this, all those muscles, all that power.
.. I think the only way to describe what I’m feeling is melted.
He plucks Katherine’s towel from her fingers and dries her top half.
She grins up at him, her eyes so bright.
He’s so fucking gentle with her. Which is just wild.
A month ago, I would have said she doesn’t need or want that kind of softness.
She’d eat him alive. But I was wrong, and she’s thriving under his attention.
King launches to his feet and turns his attention on me. “You okay?”
I huff a laugh and reach for him. “I’m fine.”
“I already knew that. I was asking if your ass was okay. Need me to massage it?” He swipes his towel over his head, giving his blond locks a cursory dry. His smirk is magnetic.
“I mean... Who’s gonna say no to that?”
Katherine squeals as Alex scoops her up and turns for the bedroom. King and I follow them, unable to stop touching each other now that we’ve started. My fingertips glide along the grooves of his abs.
Alex lays Katherine on the bed, sliding in next to her.
She turns in his arms and lifts her lips to his.
King and I pause at the other side of the bed, and while there’s a hint of frustration that I’d just outfitted my bedroom with an extra bed to fit all of us, it’s not nearly as strong as the current contentedness I feel.
This is what I’d been missing. Family and friends, all wrapped in one. For the first time, it’s like all the pieces of my life finally fit together, and I’m not looking for more.
Alex was right, though. I am enjoying the show.
Turning to King, I slide my hands up his chest, sinking one into his hair and closing the other around his strong jaw. His skin has the tiniest bit of prickle, a golden halo of a five o’clock shadow.
Leaning in, I trail kisses from the corner of his mouth, across his cheek, then nip his ear. He closes his hands around my hips, pulling me forward until our dicks slide against one another. “What now?” I whisper.
He rubs his cheek against mine. “Now you get on the bed so I can suck your brains out.”
Arousal spears through me, and I launch myself onto the bed like a five-year-old who’s ready for their favorite story. This is my favorite story. The story of us.
King follows me down, so much heat in his eyes that my skin feels sunburned. He settles between my legs, hands coasting over my knees, up my thighs. All the while, his attention is firmly on my cock.
I swear, all he has to do is breathe on it and I’m ready to lose control. Between watching Alex get off, then having King’s hand down my pants and everything after that, I’m so damn close. It’s almost embarrassing.
But there’s nothing to be embarrassed about here.
Katherine rolls toward me, sliding a hand up my chest. She raises up on an elbow, and I pull her in for a kiss just as King closes his hand around my dick. I groan against her lips, my hand tightening in the damp strands at the nape of her neck.
“Like that?” she whispers.
I can’t even form words, so I just give an affirmative hum.
His grip is firm, knowing just how I need to be touched.
And then he sinks that hot mouth down around my tip.
This time, my groan is echoed by Alex. It’s too much.
Too good. I need to think of something, anything, besides the wonderful reality I’ve found myself in.
But, at the same time, I don’t dare because I’ve waited for this for what seems like an eternity.
“Get up here and ride my face,” I say against Katherine’s lips.
She smiles, then shifts away from me just far enough to get her knees beneath her. Fuck yes. Give me my dinner, Princess.
Has there ever been a prettier sight than all those feminine curves? All this soft, creamy skin that smells like a dream?
She straddles my head, hands on the headboard, and I curl my arms over her hips, tugging her down until her hot little cunt is only a tongue length away.
She’s so damn wet, and I know why. It hasn’t slipped my mind that my best friend just bathed her insides with his cum.
Or that we haven’t stopped touching her or kissing her since.
My greedy little princess is turned all the way on, ready for all the orgasms we can give her.
King takes me deep, and I feel the back of his throat. Pleasure explodes through my brain, but I hold on to my orgasm. I want to wait and see what else he has in mind, but one thing is for sure. He’s sucking my dick like he’s trying to suck my brain out and I’m the straw.
But then he releases me, and I sag, thanking my lucky stars because it’s nearly impossible to get into any sort of rhythm with him melting my brain cells like that.
Katherine gets into it, her hips dancing as I lick and nibble at her pussy. She cups one of her breasts, then pinches her nipple. Hard. Harder until she gasps. Her pelvis tilts just right, and I spear my tongue into her.
She cries out again, curling forward. My senses are alive with her scent, the warm tang of her honey and the salty taste of my best friend. Her pleased moans go on and on, a song on repeat, driving me faster.
Gripping her ass between my hands, I hold her exactly where I need her, and then I thrash her clit with the tip of my tongue.
“Yes!”
Her thighs tighten around my ears, and just as she’s about to come, King engulfs my cock all the way to his throat, and I lose my focus.
Katherine gives a frustrated snarl, and I swear she’s never sounded so adorable. Beside us, Alex chuckles.
“Come here, Beauty. Do you need to come?”
She’s practically panting as she takes that sexy body away from me. I would protest, but I’m currently low on blood and brain power. Alex is propped against the headboard, lazily stroking himself. Katherine climbs on board like he’s her favorite tree. She sinks down but not without effort.
I drag a hand down my face, trying in vain to get a hold of my runaway lust. I’m split between my desire to come and my craving to prolong this bliss for as long as possible. Lifting my head, I stare down into Kingston’s eyes. His cheeks are hollowed, and his nostrils flare as he breathes me in.
It’s not enough to be on the receiving end. I want give and take. Skin against skin.
As if reading my mind, he slowly cuts his gaze to Katherine, who’s taking Alex like a champ, and then glances back at me. Slowly, he lifts his head, swirling his tongue around the head of my dick like a parting wave.
“Wanna try something?” he asks, head cocked. He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face.
Somewhere in the last week, I think it happened when we got stuck on that elevator, we synced up and are on the same wavelength. I can read his body language, and he knows mine. Jerking my chin toward Alex, I say, “It’s up to him.”