Durability (The LockDown Series Book 3) (28 page)

“Ahhh Scott.” Abigail tenses around me, her pussy shrouding me like a velvet tunnel. I look between her slightly, parted thighs and watch as Scott slowly drags his tongue through her slickness, circling her clit before nibbling on it. “Fuck, ahhh, more, I need more.” She begs him, her hands reaching down to grab his hair. I grab them quickly, once again restraining them so she can't move.

Now, this is torture for her. Not being able to grab onto him and ride his tongue is going to be monumentally hard. I feel his fingers ease in her pussy, beside my cock. The scraping of his fingers as he slides in, adjusting to the tightness, has my balls nearly busting. “Scott,” I groan out myself, my head tilting back to stare at the bright lights above.

“She is so tight, Leighton. Do you think she’d handle both of us in her?” Scott asks, lapping at her clit as his fingers gently move around inside, stroking her g-spot.

“Baby, do you think you could handle Scott sliding his hard cock in next to mine?” I ask my wife and her answering groan tells me all I need to know. I know it will hurt her, being stretched so far, but in the end, she will love it.

“We’re going to need lube, Scott,” I inform him, still slowly moving back and forth inside of my wife’s hot cunt.

“On it.” He stands, running from the room once again. Within seconds, he is back, removing his trousers and coating Abbi’s already wet pussy in more slickness.

“Condom, Scott.” I look at him, reminding him who is in charge here. He nods, smiling as he removes the condom from his pocket and tears the packet open. I admire his length as he slowly rolls the rubber down it, stroking it a few times before coming to stand in front of Abbi.

He hops up onto the counter, barely hip height. “Up here, baby,” he instructs Abbi and I help her climb up, mounting his lap. “Now, slide that pussy down on my cock.” He holds the base of his erection, making it stand to attention.

“Yes, Sir.” She moans, pressing her hands to his chest as she slips down onto him, smothering him in the most intense heat.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Scott cries out, placing his hands on her hips. “Let me just enjoy this for one moment,” he asks me, slowly lifting Abbi up and down on top of him, her tight cunt surrounding him.

“Enough, I need in,” I say, pushing Abbi to lie down parallel on Scott. “This is going to be tight, Angel. Relax and allow me inside,” I ask her, slowly teasing her entrance with my own erection. Bit by bit I push inside, her gasps and whines informing me of the pain.

“Always, I’ll always let you in, Leighton. More, fuck me baby.” Okay, so the whines clearly aren’t for pain, my little temptress is a naughty girl.

“Oh Angel, you don't have to ask again.” I hold her still as I enter her in one desperate thrust. The tightness is almost unbearable, suffocating me, but as she tenses and Scott begins moving in and out of her, the friction is heady and incredible. “This isn’t gonna take long, Angel. Your pussy is too hot and tight.” I hold onto her shoulder with one hand, holding one of her breasts with the other as I slide in and out of her, Scott’s cock rubbing against mine.

Ten minutes I last, ten minutes of heaven until my balls sizzle, my spine tingles and a hot fluid rushes through me. “Gonna cum,” I shout out as the semen erupts from within me, spurting inside of her tight channel.

“Fuck, coming,” Scott cries, holding her still as he releases inside of her, well inside of the rubber.

We all relax, our bodies motionless as we regain our breaths.

“Can I see that again?” I hear a voice behind me. Looking around I smile wide, my body suddenly alive again. Not in the way you would expect, no my cock remains flaccid, but my mind is suddenly at ease.

“Marcus,” I say, pulling from inside of Abbi. I clean myself off, pull my trousers back on and walk to him.

Abbi and Scott remain speechless, staring at one another before laughing.

He is the most intense, but perfect looking man I have ever seen, apart from my own husband. With tanned skin, brown hair and impossibly bright blue eyes he is breath-taking. His muscles ripple under his tight t-shirt, every inch hard and toned. He is slightly older than my Leighton is, I can tell he harbours years of regret and hurt, his eyes hollow yet expression-ridden.

So, this is the man that has dragged my Leighton from the depths of his despair and put him back together again. This is the man Leighton had submitted to, allowed himself to be controlled by to rid him of his demons. This beautiful, intimidating man is the reason I have Leighton back with me, stronger than he has ever been. I know that when Leighton finds out what is going on he is going to need Marcus more than anyone in the world, he will need this man to ground him and keep him sane and safe.

I walk over to my husband and Marcus, rearranging myself in Leighton’s shirt. My shorts are back in place, concealing my pussy. There really isn’t any reason to cover up now, Marcus has just witnessed me being fucked by two men, in my kitchen, for anyone to see.

“Marc, this is my beautiful wife, Abigail.” Leighton introduces us, pulling me forward a little to see him. I take him in, close enough to see the fine lines marring his face from years of hardship, but his eyes, those beautiful eyes are like nothing I have ever seen before. They are deep, soul deep with pain and anguish, covered up and masked by a smile and an exquisite body.

I smile at him, tilting my head to the side. I study him, waiting for the sparkle in his eyes and when it comes, I leap at him, throwing my arms around him. “Thank you for giving me back my life, Marcus. I will never be able to repay you for what you have done for Leighton and me,” I whisper in his ear, kissing his cheek. His strong arms eventually wrap around my back as he chuckles.

“It was a pleasure, Abigail. I'm glad he is behaving himself,” he answers, slowing pulling away from me. He pats my head, stroking my hair a little. “Why am I here?” He turns to face Leighton this time.

“God knows, Abigail has something to tell us all. I just, well I just needed you here,” Leighton shyly answers, looking ashamed.

“Hey man, don't be ashamed of yourself for needing help. It’s better than letting it manifest isn’t it? Hey Scott, how ya doing?” Marcus asks over my shoulder as Scott approaches the side of me.

“I'm good… Better.” he replies, zipping his trousers back up. “Good job with boss man here, you’ve done awesome.”

“Yeah, he’s definitely different, happier. I can tell you two have sorted things out.” Marcus winks at him and Scott answers with an intensely sexy laugh. Why, why oh why am I having those feelings from when I first met him. His voice and his body is driving me insane again. I can still remember the flood of arousal I had received from the first glance at him, all those months ago.

To anybody else, I am probably considered a slut, having sex with a man that isn’t my husband, while my husband sits and watches or joins in, but I love it. I love the feeling it brings me, the feeling of somebody focusing solely on me, cherishing and worshipping my body and delivering the most intense pleasure somebody could experience. At the end of the day, when all is said and done (very well), I sleep next to my husband, loving him and him me.

“Yeah, we’re good. I'm going to the sitting room, see you in a minute, Leigh,” Scott speaks, slapping Leighton on the back. He walks from the room, eyes focused on both of us, his eyes hungry and his lips moist from his licking tongue.

“Fuck, that man’s gonna kill me,” Leighton groans.

“Better than you killing him, huh?” Marcus answers with serious eyes but a smile upon his lips.

“Yeah, much better,” my husband replies.

“So, tell me Abigail, is my man looking after you?” Marcus asks me, leaning against the side unit.

“Yes, he is. He’s a changed man thanks to you. I don't know how much longer I could have lasted without him. It was becoming increasingly difficult to last each day not knowing if he was alive and safe. Thank you for bringing him back to me.” I lean into Leighton as his arms wrap around me tightly.

“Right, let’s hear what you’ve got to say little lady.” Marcus claps his hands together over enthusiastically, turning to walk away from the kitchen, where loud noises are already coming from my lounge. Luke and Brad have returned, Scott, Nate, Ant and Thomas laughing and acting childish.

“Baby, can you promise me something?” I ask Leighton when Marcus has left, turning in his hold so I can wrap my arms around his middle, leaning my head to his chest.

“Sure thing, Angel,” he replies, looking into my eyes. He leans down gently and kisses my forehead, sending butterflies swarming in my stomach. Will it always be this way, his every touch electrifying and beautiful?

“What you’re about to find out will be bad. It will drag bad memories up and make you livid. I need you to promise me, that you will remain yourself throughout the whole ordeal, that if you feel yourself slipping into the darkness you will grab hold of me or Marcus so you remain grounded and the Leighton I love.” Tears are already brimming in my eyes, stinging my blues.

My heart hurts, it is bleeding with the painful memories Philip and his men have caused. My beautiful baby girl, could have been lost from this world, as I. My friend and brother, Antonio, almost dead after being shot by them. This is going to hit everyone hard and I have to remain strong for my husband and guide him through the darkness ahead. I can’t face losing him in oblivion again.

“Of course, I have you and Marcus to help me. There is no way I’ll go back to the way I was. Sure I still need it, I still want to feel the adrenaline the violence gives me, but with both of you there, I don't need it quite so much.” He smiles sweetly, lacing his fingers in my hair to pull my lips to his. He devours me, lapping at my tongue with his strong one, allowing me to taste the very essence of him.

“I love you, Leighton.” It feels like the end, or at least the beginning of a very cold and dark end.

“And I you, sweetheart,” he replies, his warmth encompassing me. I feel safe, for the short time that I have him beside me again, I feel whole. “Will you tell me?” he asks me, looking with those intense green eyes, almost digging inside of my soul and dragging the horrid thoughts I have, to the surface.

“Unfortunately I cannot, Leighton. Antonio will be explaining it to you. I made a promise to our son I would not tell you and there is no way in this world I will break his trust. I told Antonio because I knew he would tell you. If Joe were to ever find out, at least he would know it wasn’t I that had told you. I cannot hurt him that way.” I look to him sadly, almost sighing in heartbreak.

“Okay, I will wait. I would never want you to hurt Joseph or be the reason for his anguish.” Leighton holds me tightly to his hard chest, but the warmth I find there soothes my soul somewhat, making me, for this moment, calm and at peace.

“Right, let’s get this show on the road,” I explain, taking his hand and walking through the kitchen to the lounge.

Seated in various places around the vast space, sit Leighton’s men and Georgia. She was instructed to not be here, but being her brother’s sister, she obviously wouldn’t listen. She smiles sadly when she sees me already deciphering what has occurred, either that or Antonio has whispered of the torture I was suffering.

The twins sit next to each other, their older brother, Nate, beside Luke. Thomas sits next to him, holding his hand reassuringly. I have never really admired Nate, but with his devilishly handsome looks, pale blond hair and sky blue eyes, he is beautiful. His muscles are extraordinarily built and formed perfectly. Thomas is still just as stunning with black hair and equally as bright blue eyes as his boyfriend. They are perfect together, so connected and settled. I can see the love they share, radiating in the room, warming the sombre mood that has already started to form around us.

I haven’t seen much of my best friend and brother in the past months. Thomas has been so busy running the restaurant for Leighton and spending time with Nate. They are in the process of trying to adopt a child and living their life together.

“Thank you all for coming tonight, Marcus it’s wonderful to meet you and I hope you will all welcome him into our family the way you did me.” I begin to talk, my pulse hammering and my nerves erupting inside of me. I can physically feel the shaking begin and the sweat forming in my hands, causing them to be clammy and sticky. I feel Leighton squeeze my hand gently to reassure me he is there and I suddenly feel grounded.

He pulls me from my standing position and sits down, planting me onto his lap. He tugs my hair gently so I rest my cheek to his chest and places a gentle kiss to the top of my head. “I love you,” he tells me, holding me tightly to him.

“This is hard for me and will be hard for all of you. Antonio is going to explain what has come to light. Unfortunately my son was involved in this so it is my life’s mission to stop this where we stand now.” I take a deep breath and relax back into Leighton, watching as Antonio stands from beside Georgia, leaving her looking sad. She stands quickly after him, standing beside him and clutching his hand as though if she let go it would disappear.