Chapter Twenty-Two #3
Rett is every bit a model. Hairless chest, six pack abs. His hard on slightly to the side, the head of dick reddened.
A need presses at me.
My mind, distantly, throws red flags like a T-shirt cannon at a sporting event. This changes everything… everything…
Rett produces condoms from his wallet. This should concern me… his readiness. But instead, I tear them open, my hands eager to roll them both on, as JJ kisses my shoulder and Rett licks my neck.
My entire body is flush with hunger.
Should I tell them I’m a virgin? After the memories I had of the mystery man… I don’t feel like one.
No.
Live in the present.
Move in the moment.
Everyone dies.
Not everyone lives.
Hands find me from every direction, guiding, steadying, grounding.
A kiss brushes my temple. Another grazes my cheek.
And suddenly, I can’t think.
Their arms wrap around me, guiding me closer, drawing me into the center of something I never knew I was missing.
JJ. Rett.
Rett. JJ.
My fingers curl into JJ’s neck, finding purchase. Rett’s waist beneath my palm.
The whispered words undo me more than the touches ever could.
Sweetheart.
Love.
Goddess.
Spoken like prayers.
And then, there is nothing but their eyes.
Not glances.
Deep stares that are truly looking.
The world fades until all that’s left is the impossible certainty settling inside my chest.
We fit.
JJ.
Rett.
Me.
Like pieces that spent a lifetime searching for the puzzle they belong to.
The emotion is so overwhelming it feels impossible to contain.
My breathing becomes ragged as I clutch to JJ. He carefully lowers his body onto me. Surpassing the desire, I need to feel him inside me. “JJ… please… pl-,” I say, as he eases into me slowly.
Rett is in my ear, his hand running up the outside of my thigh. “I’ve never seen a more provocative sight than you being pleasured. Bizzy,” He kisses my earlobe. “Touch me.”
My hand greedily moves to his hard dick, nestled against my side. JJ rolls his hips back and forth against me, his lips needy for mine. That wall of emotion I’ve held back, cracks. Every bit of it… the desperation, sadness, helplessness, joy, amazement, pining. I want to hold onto this. To them.
“Bizzy… Elizabeth, I love you… I love you, baby,” JJ says against my cheek while I feel his body tense. His groan followed by his arms wrapping around me tightly. I can’t hold onto Rett as I orgasm, my hands grabbing for JJ, my fingernails digging into his back.
Rett kisses my shoulder. “Roll to the side.”
JJ gingerly moves us onto our sides. Rett fits up tight against my back. As JJ slides out of me. The ache of emptiness has me moving to pull him back in.
JJ chuckles, “I love the eagerness.” He kisses my forehead. “We’re not done…”
Goosebumps rise as their hands run over my hips, my thighs. Rett moves my leg forward, his fingers moving over my clit, then inside me. I’m so wet, I feel slickness on my legs.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Rett rasps against my neck.
He moves differently than JJ, plunging into me in one swift motion, cradling me back against his chest. My eyes roll back. JJ’s fingers find my clit. “My God, you’re fucking beautiful, Biz.”
Every muscle in my body feels tense, wound tight, like a heady spiral I can’t control.
And then it breaks.
I gasp, throwing my head back and grabbing ahold of JJ’s arms.
Nothing has ever felt this intimate, this all-consuming. I’ve never felt… so free.
The touches don’t stop, resting between their bodies. Rett moves my hair away from my neck, placing light kisses just under my ear. JJ’s hands rest on my hips, his head leaning against mine.
“That was… fuck, that was...” Rett says in a dazed voice, trying to find words for what we just did. I’m not sure they exist.
Thank you. My God, thank you for being everything you both are.
“Can we just freeze time?” JJ’s voice sounds sleepy, his accent deeper as he nuzzles closer to me.
“Hey.” I turn slightly to look at Rett. “Are you feeling better?” Most of the trip he’d been hopped up on cold medication and drowsy, though I haven’t seen him so much as sniffle or cough.
He smirks slightly. “It’s a miracle?”
JJ rolls his eyes. “You can tell her.”
He makes a face, then sighs. “I have hidden talents.”
“Mm, keep ‘em hidden,” JJ cracks. “No, idiot, tell her about your little mission.”
“Always coming in strong with the jokes.”
“Well, the art of banter has been lost, and the world is a darker place for it.” JJ rubs his eye before yawning. I cuddle into him not wanting to let go.
“Right. So anyway...” It feels like Rett is stalling. “I’m not sick… or I wasn’t sick. I wanted Jen to stay away from me. Plus, I came along to look for something. A treasure hunt of sorts.”
Aunt Amy expressed how irritated she was that people come here with the sole purpose of searching for a treasure. I can see why he’d keep it a secret.
“But wait… what?”
We all shift, pulling the covers up around us.
Rett sighs. “I can’t really tell you details.” He looks at JJ. “Right?”
An icy finger of dread runs through me. A feeling like I’ve been down this road before…
“Sacrifice the one… sacrifice the one.”