Healing the Wounds (11 page)

She closed her eyes and sighed. Jay did know. He did understand.

“I know he loves me,” she whispered. “But she’s so…perfect.”

Jay slipped his head against her own, a slow
no
. “Not for me and not for Henry. For us, you’re perfect.”

“Absolute perfection.” Henry startled her, but Jay didn’t budge.

How much had Henry heard? Had he hurried back to them? She twisted around, desperate to read his face.

Henry locked eyes with her. He stalked them, crossing the kitchen with deliberate steps.

“Jay.” His voice was soft. Controlled. “Fetch me a condom. Quickly, now.”

Jay darted from the room, leaving her to Henry’s mercy. He didn’t look merciful.

“My sweet girl. Do you know”—with his body he herded her to the kitchen wall—“how many hours”—hiked her dress to her waist—“I’ve been waiting”—hoisted her with hands beneath her thighs and leaned into her—“to do this?” Fully hard, he pushed into her panties.

He raked her neck with kisses and ground his hips, his cock the strike of a match across her clit. Trapped against the wall, she whimpered and stroked him in return.

“Thank you, Jay. Lend me your hands, hmm?” Henry squeezed her thighs, lifting her up and sliding her back down. “Mine are occupied.”

He returned to kissing her—her throat, her collarbone, her earlobes, her jaw, finally her mouth. All the while, Jay worked between them, unbuckling Henry’s belt and opening his pants. Knuckles bumping her through her panties with accidental strokes, he lowered the condom over Henry’s cock. When the kisses paused, Alice held her breath.

“Is she wet for me, Jay? Best to check. Be a good boy and give Alice two fingers.”

Her panties slipped to the side. A finger stroked between her lips with an audibly wet slide. Drenched. No hiding the truth of her eager response. Jay thrust inside. Her bucking hips locked him between her and Henry, shoving the heel of Jay’s hand against her clit. Fuck yes.

“More than wet enough, Henry.” Jay spread his fingers, readying her for a larger invasion.

Henry forced her hips to the wall. “Show me.”

Jay pulled free and raised his fingers.

Henry sucked them into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing.

Jay moaned.

Henry let go and licked his lips.

“Thank you, my boy.” He kissed Jay softly. “Hold our girl open a moment. I’ve a gift to give her.”

The best gift. Her breathing quickened as Jay pushed her panties aside and the tip of Henry’s cock rested just inside her. Jay stepped back. But Henry made no move to enter farther, and his hands kept her still.

“You want to watch, don’t you, my boy?”

“Yes, Henry.” His trembling tenor flirted with the edge of a whimper.

“No touching. Neither us nor yourself. You’ll wait your turn like a good boy, hmm?”

Jay rasped
yes
between heavy exhalations. He’d wait. Wait like she was waiting now. Wait for Henry’s pleasure. His choice of when and how to take them.

The tingling need firing along every nerve shivered through to her skin. “Please…”

“You want your gift, Alice?”

“Yes. Please.”

Henry thrust with a single, smooth stroke. Her thighs spread as he reached his depth. She clutched his shoulders. He drew back and thrust again, starting a deep, rocking rhythm that carried her along until she was whimpering with need and unashamed of it.

“Who makes you feel good, Alice? Who gives you this pleasure?”

“You do.”

“Who am I, Alice?”

“Henry. Henry-Henry-Henry.” She called his name with each thrust, a rolling chant.

“And why do I do it, Alice? Why do I allow you so much pleasure?”

She almost fumbled the rhythm, but then certainty filled her as surely as his carefully measured thrusts. “Because you love me.”

“Say it again, Alice.”

“Because you love me.”

She repeated the words until she couldn’t, until her throat grew tight and her head pressed against the wall and she met Henry’s every thrust with violent force of her own. The drape of her dress and the slide of the fabric teased her as they had on their first night. The tension in her body teetered on the cusp of uncoiling.

He tightened his hold on the backs of her thighs as he drove into her.

Even Henry lacked the breath to speak now, she thought, until he growled against her throat. “Come now, Alice. Come
now
or not at all.”

The pure command in his voice and the realization she’d somehow driven him to the very edge of his control gave her the final push. Enough to leave her shaking uncontrollably as pleasure unwound beneath her skin.

He came, pressed deep inside her and groaning as she rippled around him, pinning her to the wall, a thin membrane of latex keeping his heat from spilling into her. Curiosity laced her satisfaction. She’d never allowed the elimination of that barrier with previous lovers. But with Henry? With Jay?

She curled her fingers in the short hairs at the nape of Henry’s neck. Might be time to start.

Henry raised his head and pressed his lips to her forehead. “All right, Alice? No fears, hmm?”

Maybe he meant the emotional insecurity she’d been sharing with Jay, but his predatory behavior registered with a tumbling
click
. He’d used his body, his size, his voice, to crowd her against the wall. She’d sat across from a reminder of the club all night, but Henry’s stalking hadn’t once awakened her fear and anger over Cal’s jackass intimidation tactics.

Her euphoria set off a string of giggles. “No fears.” She wrapped her arms around his back, burying her face in his neck and rocking. “Just love.”

“Good girl.” He pushed off the wall. “Shall we take Jay to bed? Show him how loved he is as well?”

She tightened her legs around his hips. “Definitely.”

Past Henry’s shoulder, Jay stood at the kitchen table with his pants tented.

“We haven’t shown him for hours.”

Leaning toward them, obedient to Henry’s command not to touch, he threatened to crack the chair behind him with his grip.

“We should fix that.”

“Wonderful. Come along, Jay. But don’t
come
. Not quite yet.”

She grinned like a fiend at Jay, who followed behind while Henry carried her to the bedroom. The clutch of her legs around Henry’s waist seemed all that kept his pants from tripping him. He set her gently on her feet—well, the heels she’d worn at his request—near the foot of the bed.

Her dress cascaded into place around her knees. His pants dropped to the floor. Henry casually stepped out of them, as if he weren’t flustered to stand in front of her with his shirttails draped over his softening cock and his boxers hitched under his balls. Poised and elegant. She resisted the urge to giggle again.

“Jay. Come here, please.” Henry positioned Jay in front of Alice and raised her hands to his chest.

Jay’s heart thumped hard under her palm. Eager desire beamed from his smile and his eyes.

“Undress our boy for me, Alice. Slowly.”

Henry’s movements around the room divided her focus as she worked open Jay’s buttons. Images flickered like a gif set.

Henry, disposing of the condom.

Jay, nuzzling her hair and inhaling.

Henry, removing his own clothes.

Jay, his skin paler below his neckline.

Henry, watching her push Jay’s shirt down his arms.

She knelt to take off Jay’s shoes and socks, helping him balance as she made him stand on one foot and then the other. Lifting her head and moving her hands to unbuckle his belt, she slammed up against a twinge of nerves. His cock stood
right there.
In front of her mouth. Bulging behind a pair of dress slacks.

If someone’s a good boy, he can watch me fuck her after his whipping.

She gripped belt leather in tight, immovable fingers. Cal droned on.

I have a lovely coachwhip.

“Alice.” Henry coaxed her in quiet, understanding tones. “It’s all right, my dear. Finish the task I set you. You haven’t been asked for anything more than that, dearest.”

Her fingers fumbled through unfastening Jay’s pants and lowering them as he stood unnaturally still. She was careful with his boxers, pulling them out and around to avoid teasing him, and then she was left with nothing more to remove. Jay’s erect cock waited inches from her face. He jumped, and her gust of breath resounded in her ears. She’d been blowing air across sensitive skin. Aside from one uncontrolled jump, he hadn’t moved a muscle. Hadn’t made a sound. Hadn’t cracked a joke.

“Alice. Stand up, please.”

She forced herself not to rush. She wasn’t afraid of Jay. She wouldn’t let him think she was. His erection stirred arousal and affection. But kneeling, and while his pants were still on, that was…difficult.

“Raise your arms, please, Alice.” Henry stood behind her, his nearness swirling in her awareness before he stripped her sheath dress off over her head and laid it aside.

She curbed the impulse to check for unwanted eyes watching her.

Henry nuzzled her face. “Up unto the bed, my girl.”

Jay gifted her with a compassionate gaze. He knew fear and vulnerability beyond any she’d encountered. Seeing her shaky responses, helping her, gave him purpose and permission. If she hid, he would too.

Henry stepped aside, gripped her hips, and lifted her.

She sat on the edge while he and Jay removed her shoes with synchronized motions, right down to the playful kisses they planted on the balls of her feet. She flexed toes happy to be free of their long confinement in fashionable footwear.

Henry removed her panties and gave her a gentle push. “Go and sit at the head of the bed, Alice. Make yourself comfortable with the pillows.”

Reclining against a pile of pillows and the headboard, she mimicked Jay’s position from the night before. If Henry meant to let her cradle Jay while he made love to him, he’d need lubrication. The nightstand displayed no condoms, lube, or toys.

Henry ordered Jay onto the bed. “On your back, my boy. Lay your head on Alice’s thigh.”

Not in her arms, not like she’d been with Jay behind her.

Jay followed directions quickly. Of course he had. Jay, duh. With a raging hard-on. He settled his head, nestling up against her with his face tipped toward the slight roundness of her belly. A pleasant weight but an unpleasant reminder. If they’d given up condoms, he might’ve enjoyed licking her clean. As it was, she wouldn’t get oral stimulation until she’d bathed, and things were a little busy to request a washcloth. She ran her fingers through his hair. He clasped her ankle, fingers circling in ceaseless motion.

Henry paced around the foot of the bed and stopped at the far corner with his head tilted just so and a soft smile on his face. He breathed deep and let the air trickle out.

She’d see this scene again. Not soon, and not until he’d finished, but he’d disappear into his studio tomorrow to sketch. Possibly even tonight while she and Jay slept.

“My patient, patient boy.” Henry lowered himself to the bed beside Jay. Now she had two heads in her lap, and neither would be giving her any attention. Last straw. They were done with condoms. She was a responsible adult about birth control, and the three of them were a monogamous—
God, that’s hot.

Kissing Jay with fierce intensity, Henry pushed him harder against her thigh, one hand in a firm grip on Jay’s shoulder. He left Jay’s lips wet and swollen and his expression dazed.

“Tell me your safeword, Jay.”

“Tilt-A-Whirl.” No hesitation. No confusion.

“And when should you use it?”

“Anytime I feel uncomfortable or unsafe.”

“And if you’re uncertain how you’re feeling?”

“I should use it anyway, and you’ll help me figure it out.”

“Good boy.” Henry leaned his torso over Jay’s when he kissed him again. The muscles in his back worked to keep him balanced on his arms, the right tucked along the inside of her left leg and the left outside her right leg. He stayed in close contact with both of them, no one alone or unwanted.

Jay squirmed. God, could that boy squirm. He wasn’t a quiet kisser, either, emitting whimpers and half-vocalized moans Henry swallowed. A private lap dance from her two favorite men, entirely focused on each other. The intense, personalized eroticism made their show so much stronger than the distant arousal she’d experienced at the club. Watching strangers lacked the intimacy of Jay’s head tipping back across her thigh as he bared his throat.

“You want to submit to me, don’t you, my boy?”

Jay moaned his agreement, and Henry covered his throat with harsh, biting kisses.

He’d done the same to her in the kitchen. Had it looked this way to Jay? Primal, and violent, and fucking rip-off-my-panties-and-bend-me-over hot?

The mattress rolled as Jay bucked his hips. Lean muscle thrust him high, his erection bobbing past the flexing in Henry’s back. He put on an entrancing peep show, there and gone with a wet, shining tip. Excitement brought on by Henry’s punishing kisses.

Sitting up, Henry added to the show. He wasn’t hard, but he’d come with her less than thirty minutes ago.

He stroked Jay from neck to navel, and Jay wiggled and whined. Henry closed his hand around the base of Jay’s cock and squeezed.

Jay groaned. His hips jerked.

Henry held him too tightly to let him come so quickly. A handjob, like he’d given Jay last night. Jay working himself made for a fun show, but the excitement of Henry working Jay even beat the thrill of solving a complex design puzzle on the first try.

Henry leaned across Jay’s thighs, pinning him to the bed, and surrounded Jay’s cock with his mouth.

Jesus.

Jay gave a strangled gasp and dug his fingers into her calf.

Surprised you too, huh, stud?

Clamping his mouth tight, Henry built up pressure like a hydraulic cylinder and Jay the piston rod driving home. Henry’s jaw stood out in a stark line, the tendons in his neck a relief map of tension quaking with every hard suck. He raised his head, licking his lips, leaving a wet and shining cock beneath his chin, and his gaze fastened on Jay’s.

“It’s all right to enjoy this. I want to hear your pleasure.” Soft at first, Henry dropped into his low command voice by the end. “Let me hear you, Jay.”