Chapter 50 #2
Both men stared down at me, so much love in their eyes it was nearly enough to trigger the waterworks. I didn’t want them to think I would break if they touched me.
“Fine,” I conceded because I had no choice. I was a rubber band stretched to its max, moments from snapping. I needed this. Needed them. I was finally at a good place, both physically and mentally. And it had been so long. Too long.
As though he’d been waiting for my permission, Gage moved, his big body covering mine, his thighs spreading my legs wide as he settled where we both wanted him.
His eyes remained locked with mine for what felt like an eternity as he guided himself right where I needed him.
When the blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance, I relaxed, sliding my fingers into the hair at his nape and pulling him down to me.
His mouth met mine as he began to push inside me.
Slowly. Inch by delectable inch, he filled me.
To my surprise, there was no pain. His cock stretched me, the slight discomfort quickly morphing into something pleasant, something mind-numbing.
I continued to kiss him until the pleasure detonated, making me gasp.
Dropping my head to the pillow, I put my hands on his shoulders, urging him up. I wanted to watch as he filled me.
He knew what I needed because he shifted up onto his knees, his attention joining mine at the place where our bodies were joined.
I heard Travis’s deep inhale from beside me, but I didn’t look over, too engrossed in the sensation to do anything more than feel.
And that was what I did for the next few minutes as Gage moved, pumping his hips, pushing in deep, retreating, the slick heat of my arousal easing his way.
He fucked me like that for the longest time, his cock tunneling over nerve endings that hadn’t been stimulated in so long.
I looked up, met Gage’s eyes. “More.”
There was so much love on his face, my throat tightened with emotion.
He began moving faster, sliding in deeper.
“Yes.” I kicked my head back, closing my eyes as the intensity overwhelmed me. “More.”
Gage punched his hips forward, driving in deep.
“Oh, God, yes.” I rocked against him, amplifying the erotic intrusion. “Gage … more … make me come.”
His hands gripped my knees as he shifted forward. And then he was fucking me hard, deep. Perfect.
“Come for us,” Travis growled softly from beside me. “Come all over his cock, Kylie.”
Yep.
Gage slammed his hips home. “Oh, fuck. Kylie … oh, fuck.”
That did it.
My pussy clamped down on Gage’s cock as he pulsed inside me.
I cried out, trying to muffle my scream so that I didn’t wake the kids.
It wasn’t easy because the onslaught of pleasure was brutal.
Every single cell in my body came alive, sparking with an intensity that was so sharp, I gasped for breath.
“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Travis groaned.
His words ricocheted in my head as the release subsided, leaving me boneless and sated in a way I hadn’t experienced in far too long.
Gage
“You okay?”
Travis’s softly spoken words had me turning my head, peering in his direction. The room was dark, so I couldn’t make out his features.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Just makin’ sure.”
Kylie shifted beside me, cuddling closer, her head on my arm, her hand resting on my stomach.
I turned my attention back to the ceiling, my brain returning to processing what had happened a short while ago.
Or perhaps it wasn’t processing. Maybe it was trying to sear that moment into every synapse, ensuring that memory remained forever.
One of those self-protection things, fortifying me in the event this wasn’t real.
But it was real. I knew it was. It had to be because the alternative was unacceptable.
And yes, I knew this wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t an illusion. My wife was alive. She was home, safe, where she belonged.
Right here, with them, nothing mattered but the three of us. At least for a few precious moments. The rest of the world waited outside the bedroom door.
“This is real,” Travis said, his deep baritone rasping across the short space between us.
“I know.”
“It’s a turnin’ point.”
“Yep.”
“That’s a good thing.”
Yes, it was. Come tomorrow, when the sun rose, the new day would be different than the previous one in the sense that we’d taken more steps to repairing what had been broken for so long.
The past couple of months had been filled with a myriad of emotions, a daily roller coaster ride full of euphoric highs and devastating lows as we looked on, watching the woman who completed all of us grapple with her new life.
And it was new to her, even if the overall structure was the same as before.
It hadn’t been easy, but I hadn’t expected it to be. I simply knew that I would do whatever it took, wait however long I needed to, in order to ensure Kylie got what she needed. I’d watched as she slowly got healthier, the changes visible to the naked eye. Physically, anyway.
This was one more step in the right direction, the three of us coming together like this. It felt like we’d overcome a tremendous hurdle.
Now it was a matter of us continuing to move, to grow, to strengthen the bond we’d always had.
“I love you,” I whispered in the dark, talking to both Kylie and Travis.
“I love you, too,” Travis rasped.
“I love you, too,” Kylie whispered, inching closer, settling into sleep once more.
My chest expanded with warmth, a love so powerful filling all those dark, cold spots that had been there.
This was good.
Really, really good.