Chapter 23 #2
Regina tenderly smiled up at me, her fingers gently gliding up my arms. “Yes, Krew.”
I didn’t waste time and slowly sunk into her hot, tight heat. We both moaned in pleasure.
“My turn,” Decker declared. The moment I was balls deep in Regina, he slowly guided his dick inside me. “That’s it, open for me.”
There was no way to describe the sheer euphoria of fucking while being fucked at the same time—no, we were making love to each other.
“Deck.” I groaned low, and shivered over the fullness in my ass and the anticipation of the dicking I was going to get.
My eyes snagged onto Regina’s, as she tried undulating her hips. “I trust you. Now move, Krew.”
That was all she needed to say to me. I didn’t ask for those words, but Regina gave them to me as if she knew I needed to hear them again. My heart was fuller than ever, and I was ready to claim her as ours.
I began to move slowly, pulling away and then sinking back into her pussy while Decker remained still until I was adjusted to his length.
Then a cyclone of whirling desire moved through my body, kicking up my need until I couldn’t control the steady rhythm of my thrusts.
Decker angled my face and took my mouth in a brutal, hungry kiss, as he savagely pounded into me.
Our intimate joining—Decker to me, me to Regina—felt like we were one.
Regina moaned in pleasure, while Decker pistoned his hips, matching my frantic pace, as my cock drove into her.
“I love you both,” I confessed, and drove into Regina with ruthless determination, while Decker did the same to me. Our bodies slapped together, and our mingled moans and grunts echoed off the walls, and I splintered.
Regina screamed out her ecstasy, as her womb clenched so tight around my cock that sparks flashed in my vision, and tears of happiness trailed from the corners of my eyes.
I grunted, my balls drew tight and my hips faltered. I slammed into Regina one final time and came.
“Now you’re both mine,” Decker growled. “Fuck-fuck—yes. He pulled out of me, ripped off the condom and came all over my back, before he collapsed on top of me and Regina.
* * *
Watching the two people I loved taking pleasure from me stirred a feeling so profound that I had no words to share it with Regina and Decker. The raw beauty of this man and this woman coming apart above and below me was a magnificent achievement.
Our bodies shifted, Decker was now next to Regina, and they were kissing and touching each other. These two people were the ones I treasured most in this world, and a quiet torment stirred in my chest for their full connection—their touches, their kisses.
Was I jealous that Regina and Decker were giving each other their full attention?
I had to admit, yes. For the first time ever, I was envious of my best friends, and I didn’t know why.
Not once had I felt this way when we were kids, or even when we three shared a moment in the nasty motel room in Chicago.
And what we had shared moments ago was beautiful.
Then why was the giant green monster in me demanding my turn? I shook off those dour thoughts and got up. “I’m going to shower.”
“Wait, Krew,” Regina called, her hand out to me. “Come back here.”
I leaned in, greedily took her mouth while avoiding Decker’s eyes and then left the room.
I stepped into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind me. Morning light spilled in through the small window—enough to see around me. I twisted the shower handle, cranking it to cold. Maybe the icy water would clear away these negative thoughts in my head.
“Krew,” Decker shouted as he knocked, expecting me to open the door.
“I’m going into the shower.” I switched the water to the shower head and climbed in.
“I want to talk,” Decker said, knocking harder this time.
“We can talk after.” I pulled the white plastic curtain around me, wishing it block out Decker’s ranting.
I didn’t even get my head under the cold spray before the door smashed open. I knew who it was, so I didn’t bother looking.
“Don’t ignore me,” Decker growled as he whipped open the curtain. I turned my head slightly and eyed him, seeing that he was dressed in only his jeans. “Now what the hell is up with you? We had a great time, and then you’re…” he circled his fingers, “Like this.”
I stood there, naked and wet, and glared at him for the intrusion. “Can you give me five minutes to clean up?”
“No. You’re too much in your head. I saw how you looked at us and it wasn’t good, K. We need to talk—all of us,” he demanded.
“Bossy motherfucker,” I seethed between clenched teeth.
Regina came into view just outside the bathroom. Her eyes were wide, watery, and remorseful, like she was the one who was at fault for making me feel like shit.
“Decker’s right,” she finally said with a trembling lower lip. “We do need to talk.”
Her eyes roved from my face, down to my cock. My very erect cock.
Jesus . We just fucked. I should be flaccid. However, my dick didn’t get the memo that we were done.
I might have been jealous, but I wasn’t numb—even with the freezing cold shower, I was still so turned on; I still wanted them both.
“Krew,” she said breathily. The way Regina ravenously sized up my cock and slowly licked the corner of her lower lip made my jealousy vanish, and I was able to breathe. She too lost that panicked expression.
“What’s going on in that brain of yours?” Decker asked, his aggression ebbed.
“Come out here and talk to us,” Regina said with a smile.
I dropped my chin to my chest, and let the water sluice over my scalp and down my back before I shut it off. “Alright.” As I stepped out of the tub, I reached for the towel hanging on the rack, but it slipped off and fell on the floor.
As I bent down to pick it up, red hot pain lanced through my shoulder a split second before Decker dove onto me and knocked all three of us down to the tiled floor.
All at once, a riot of bullets hit the bathroom wall, leaving holes the size of large grapes in the plaster wall. Regina screamed, and Decker roared, “Stay down, Regi!”
I lay there, slightly disoriented after knocking my head against the tile floor, while Decker hovered over me like some dark avenging angel. His face was marred with a fierce frown and a deep crease formed between his brows.
I glanced up at Decker and then at Regina, who was next to me. I reached out, she quickly grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight. “I’m okay,” she admitted and trembled.
Not entirely sure whether she was reassuring herself or me, but it eased my worry that she hadn’t been hit by one of those bullets.
“You’re hit,” Decker said, his voice firm but void of emotion.
“My shoulder,” I uttered, peering at where the throbbing radiated from. “I’m okay, Deck.”
Still in a crouched position, his eyes fixed onto the blood seeping out of the wound, before he turned his narrowed gaze back to my face. “Don’t move from this spot.” I nodded as he turned to Regina. “Regi, I need you to put pressure on his wound.”
“With what?” Panic seeped into her voice. Her dark eyes were wide and centered on my wound.
“I can do it,” I said, but Decker shook his head.
“ She can do it.” Decker disappeared from my sight, returning a moment later with two blue towels. “Regi, listen to me. I need you to press on the wound and don’t stop until I come back, or Krew will bleed out. Understand?”
“I—I…”
“You can do it,” his tone brooked no argument.
“K, lift up your shoulder.”
I did as he directed, assuming that Decker was checking for an exit wound.
“Through and through. Good.” He then proceeded to place one towel under me, and then pushed me back down.
“Press here, Regi,” Decker explained in a throaty whisper as he pressed the other towel over the bullet wound.
“I’ll be back. No matter what, don’t leave this spot.
Don’t stand. Don’t move. Don’t do anything other than what I told you to do. Understand?”
He peered into Regina’s eyes then mine, wanting confirmation that we wouldn’t be hauling ass out of the house.
We both nodded. Then Decker took off. I wanted to call him back, and from the stricken look on Regina’s face, she wanted the same. To ease her fear, I said, “He’ll be back.”
“How do you know?” Fat tears streamed down her face as she pressed hard against my gunshot.
I groaned from the pain, then breathed through it and said, “You know Decker. When did he ever break a promise that he’d made?” My question had Regina dropping her eyes.
“I don’t know Decker, or you, anymore. I know I sound like a broken record, but it’s been years since we’ve seen each other—I don’t even know if I should have slept with you both,” she confessed.
“What do you mean by that?” I didn’t mean to be harsh with her, but the sting of her words was like taking several more bullets—this time to the heart. “What did we do to make you question us?”
Her eyes went wide again. “It’s not you or Decker, damn it.
” She wiped her trailing tears with the back of her hand.
“There were things that happened in the…” She gulped; her spine straightened like she was steadying herself before telling me one of her secrets.
“The past messed me up. And I don’t know if bringing it up will help any of us. ”
It was my turn to be surprised. “Us? What happened in the past, Regina?”
She opened her mouth, but more gunshots echoed off the battered walls. I wrapped my good arm around her and brought her flat to the floor, and covered her with my body.
My injury made my movements awkward, yet her hand never left my shoulder. If anything, she put even more pressure on the wound. Or was she trying to push me away?
As I looked down at her, utter terror overtook her face. Her skin went pale white, like she was staring at a ghost. Her mouth gaped opened, ready to let loose a scream.
I clamped my hand over her mouth to keep her from exposing our location. And I wasn’t going to give the shooters any indication that we were still alive.
Regina began to buck—she was fighting me—her fisted hands flung about and knocked me in the face a few times, catching me in the left eye. For a second, I pulled back and she screamed like her soul was torn out of her body. I felt her anguish down to my own soul.
From the crazed look in her eyes, I had no doubt someone had physically hurt Regina—hurt her bad. I recognized that bleak terror staring back at me. I’d seen that same look in the infirmary’s bathroom mirror after I was assaulted that first week in prison.
More gunshots pelted the already battered walls. It didn’t matter, because Regina had all my focus. I hovered close, but didn’t touch her. “Regi, it’s me. It’s Krew. Look at me, baby.”
Another shrill wail came out of her as she covered her head with her arms. And what she shouted next had me frozen. It was the last thing I expected Regina to say to me.
“Teke, stop!”