Chapter 76
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
MASON
I watched Micah’s back muscles flexing around his scars as I pushed my dick deep into his ass.
He was gripping me like a fucking fist, so hot and tight, and I’d missed this more than I was willing to admit.
There was something so raw about fucking Micah like this.
Feeling him around my hard cock, sinking fully inside of him, smelling his kapnos, tracing my palms along his muscular back.
But this act didn’t come without responsibility. As much as I acted like this wasn’t a big deal, that it was normal, I still worried.
Of course I was fucking worried about it.
There was no world in which I would not worry about this, but I could be the person he needed. I had to be the person he needed.
Micah remembered the worst thing I’d almost done to him.
He hadn’t forgotten that.
But it wasn’t the only thing he saw.
He saw all parts of me, bad and good, and loved them in their own right. He always had.
I would do the same for him.
Micah was still grinding into Dakota, each of my own thrusts only pushing him deeper.
She was laying flat on her stomach now, her thighs squeezed together, her expression glowing with pleasure.
In a way, I was fucking her, too. Micah was sweating and panting, his hands gripping the sheets. And I was already going to come.
I tried my best to hold off, to keep fucking and fucking him, trying to give him the type of orgasm that would take over his entire body. He gasped and choked, sucking in air as I drove deep and hard. His hand flew back to grab mine on his hip, squeezing tight, his eyes shut and his lips parted.
A shaky groan escaped him through shuddering breaths, his entire body tensing, pulsing, tightening…
I couldn’t hold off once he went.
I came so much my orgasm almost felt never-ending.
Pulse after pulse of cum shot out of me, flooding Micah’s ass, and I was moaning unrestrained, gripping his hips, staring down at where my cock was spreading him as it visibly throbbed and jerked.
I slumped to the side, landing heavy on the mattress beside where Dakota laid.
Micah pulled out of her and immediately was on top of me, shoving his cock down my throat. I groaned, taking him as deep as fucking possible, tasting Dakota’s pussy on every inch of his length. He pumped into my throat while Dakota watched, her cheeks flushed dark from her orgasm.
I swallowed him deeper until I choked, my eyes watering, my tongue coated in Dakota’s taste mixed with Micah’s.
My eyes rolled back. I wanted to smother myself in it.
I could genuinely live off of this for the rest of my life.
Micah’s hot skin, his hard cock, dripping with Dakota’s arousal.
I thought about his cock shoved in her tiny pussy just seconds ago, thought about how soft and perfect she was.
Before I had time to wonder if he’d be able to come again that fast, he did.
I groaned, reaching down to stroke my own dick, taking every drop he gave me.
The three of us got in the shower together after that, but not much cleaning happened. Three angels in the same house was going to make things harder to manage.
Dakota knelt down beneath Micah and I as I jerked our cocks together, her small hands and hot tongue working over our balls as they pressed together.
Then I fucked her while she sucked Micah off and we managed to spend a few minutes getting her clean.
Micah washed her hair while I took my time cleaning her body, slipping my fingers between her thighs to rub her swollen pussy, then sucked on her wet nipples until Micah scolded me for distracting her.
Now, we were all lying in the bed together.
I still had the sense that I was intruding on Dakota and Micah’s life, but I was working to quiet those thoughts.
He’d fought for me on the cliff, pouring his reassurance over me, speaking things that felt honest enough to ruin me.
I didn’t want to keep relying on Micah’s control the way I used to crave.
My brain would always be wired this way, but that didn’t mean I was supposed to stop trying.
How we ended was such a small segment of the life I’d created with Micah, and it was time I finally allowed myself to trust in the good memories.
We could be good together. We’d had it once before. We would have it again.
Because now, with Dakota, we were complete.
The three of us balanced each other. It was never going to work out any other way.
We were inevitable, only like this.
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Micah stopped the truck just before the rope fence, shifting into park as raindrops slid down the windshield.
The waves were capped with white froth, rolling and tumbling into each other before they washed against the sand.
Dakota looked particularly good in her simple black bikini, and I purposefully did not get out of the truck, so she’d climb over me in her impatience, her ass skimming across my lap.
I hopped out after her, Micah climbing out the driver’s side. All three of us left our towels and shoes in the truck—less things to carry and deal with. Dakota hopped on Micah’s back, and he carried her down the rocks to the dark sand.
The air smelled of rain, salt, and cedar carried down from the cliffs above us. It was exactly the way my first inhales of Earth’s air had smelled. The most familiar scent to me.
This wasn’t exactly the same stretch of sand Micah and I had crawled up after we fell, but close to it. Micah set Dakota on her feet once we reached the sand.
The beach stretched empty in both directions, just the three of us here. No footprints but ours. I stared out at the foggy horizon, the sea meeting the sky in a blurry wash of gray. Endless waves rose out of the water, forming a net of instability across its vast turquoise surface.
Dakota was holding both my hand and Micah’s hand. Our sweet little link.
For the first time in a very long time, I wasn’t looking at the water thinking about how deep it was, how long I could stay under this time. 21:59. I would always crave my minutes below the surface, but there were things worth coming back to now. Two things.
Two people I might’ve craved more than the thing I’d been born to want.
I also had a new number now, a new length of time that seemingly wouldn’t kill me.
When I’d gone beneath the waves after Micah’s death, swallowed by my grief and the ocean alike, I’d counted past the number he gave me.
But I didn’t like the new number. I would rather keep myself below the limit Micah gave me, bringing the memory of him handing me that scrap of paper to the forefront of my mind every time I was underwater.
“Are you going to push me under?” Dakota asked, looking up at me as we stood together right where the sand became damp.
“Is that what he does to you, baby girl?” Micah questioned as he stepped up behind her, holding her hips with his hands. His fingers pressed into her hipbones just above her bikini bottom, his head lowered so he could speak closer to her ear.
Dakota tilted her head back and to the side, offering her throat to him, raindrops pattering on her cheeks. I wasn’t sure I would ever be over the way they looked together. How yielding she was. How his predation invaded every movement, every word.
“Sometimes, yes.” Her eyes lingered on mine, a smile pulling at her pink lips.
Micah’s mouth descended on her neck, teeth scraping over her pulse. “And you like that, don’t you?”
“Most of the time,” Dakota admitted, her smile tipping up further.
“Baby,” I scolded lightly, my hands finding her waist. “Don’t make me look bad.”
“I’m not.” She whimpered as Micah bit purple marks into her pale skin, tinged now with gold. “I’m being truthful.”
“What else do you do with him, Masters?” Micah asked, voice low but amused.
“Bad stuff.”
I slid one hand up to cup her breast, fighting the urge to rip the bikini off of her. Heat coiled low in my stomach, blood pumping to my dick. Saltwater washed over my feet when the waves came crawling higher up the beach, leaving salt and sand on my skin.
“I never asked,” I started, “Does your fantasy still apply? Now that you’re an angel?”
I want you to kill me. With a gun to my head, fucking me hard and brutal, then you pull the trigger the second you come.
If only she knew the things those words from her lips had done to my brain.
Something pathetically irreversible.
“Honestly, I haven’t thought much about it.” She squeezed my biceps, nails digging into my skin. “I guess it’s different to only fear pain, rather than death. Maybe I’ll convert to drowning.”
“You gonna tell me about your death fantasy?” Micah moved one of his hands up her stomach, along her ribs, squeezing her other breast. “Or do I have to wait?”
“You have to wait.” Dakota arched her back, pushing her chest into our hands, her ass grinding on Micah’s definitely-hard cock. “I want to swim.”
She pulled away from both of us, heading into the water. I glanced down at Micah’s obvious erection, then pressed my palm to his groin, relishing in the smile he flashed me as I did it. He slapped my ass, then we went after Dakota.
Cold seawater wrapped around my ankles, then my calves, climbing higher with each wave. Micah and I had a lot of shit to work through, but we also had time.
Time, and honesty.
We had more knowledge now. We’d witnessed our own demise once and learned from it. I couldn’t bring myself to regret that we’d broken apart, couldn’t bring myself to hate him for the two decades I’d suffered in his absence. He’d suffered, too.
And without our end, we wouldn’t have this new beginning now.
We wouldn’t have Dakota.
I could withstand any amount of misery if it meant I’d get her on the other side.
She waded deeper into the ocean, turning to the side when waves broke on her, pushing forward until she got to a calmer area, the water lapping at her chin. Her hair swirled around her shoulders, darker where it was wet.
Micah and I weren’t far behind her, trudging through waves, feeling the invisible undertow dragging us to her. Dakota slid under the surface, then reemerged with wet hair and flushed cheeks.
I thought of the first day I met her.
In this same ocean, powerful and constant.
Her hand reaching blindly through the cold and the dark, wet clothes weighing her down, saltwater in her mouth.
I’d grabbed her wrist and pulled her out, staring at her blinking wide eyes and trembling blue lips, noting the quickness of her pulse at the base of her throat.
Water dripping off her eyelashes, her nose, her chin.
Risking her life for a total stranger—one that was in no danger at all. I’d almost been mad at her for that, anger flickering with concern in my brain under the dark sky. But it was inevitable either way.
Either she went after me in a stormy ocean or our paths crossed another way. Our threads had always been tangled, destined to knot tightly and irreversibly.
She’d been the tiny anchor at the back of my mind for almost her entire life.
And Micah was the one who made her that way.
He put his hand on my lower back under the water as we walked the last few yards to reach Dakota. She had gone underwater again, and popped up closer to us this time, water trickling down her pink cheeks, a real smile on her face. A smile that I loved.
Our perfect drowning girl.