Brotherhood of Fire (15 page)

"If you said that's what you need, Garrett, you know I would." Tears were climbing toward the surface, and as much as she meant the words, it wrenched her heart to say them.
"Thank you, I needed to hear that. I know it's killing you to say it, but I needed to know you'd do it for me if I needed you to. But I don't meant it, okay? So back off from the tears. I'm just trying to keep all this where it needs to be. Do you get what I'm saying?"
"I, uh, I think so."
"And?"
Fear at saying it out loud gripped her. Garrett clearly grasped the idea that more than just sex was growing between them all, and in his typical way of dealing with things, he pulled out the dominant card, pushing things where he needed them to be rather than letting them run him down and take over.
She sighed. "You want us to all make sure we don't get crazy and do something to expose what we have going on?" The words skirted the subject, even if they were true.
"Partly, and make sure no one ends up getting their feelings hurt. Mostly you, sweetheart. It's my job to protect you. I started this, and I want to make sure it doesn't ever become something that you regret."
Regret? The only regret she had right now was that it was already too late. If this failed, she would crash and burn hard, and Garrett had no clue. Her husband. Her rock. The man who had brought John into her life.
"I'll be okay. We all will. We're grownups, and we can figure this out, I'm sure. Besides, right now we're having fun, right?"
She heard him let out a long, slow breath. "Good baby, good. I know I started this, but I did it for both of us, not just me. I don't think I could handle it if I knew I'd done this and you ended up hurt."
"I love you so much." She looked up as she said it, saw John's eyes go dark, almost closed. Her heart skipped a beat. She lifted a hand and motioned him to come to her. He rose, watching her, walked to her on what looked like unsteady legs, and sat.
She grasped his hand, and he seemed to relax. He leaned back into the couch, thighs spread, arms wide, watching her. Walking a tight rope, that's what she felt like she was doing.
"So, where is he?"
"Sitting here with me."
"You still dressed?"
She laughed a nervous little trill. "Of course I am."
"I know, I was teasing. I'm, uh, out in my truck at the moment."
The meaning of his words hit home. Every now and then, when he worked a long shift, he called, and they had a little fun teasing each other on the phone. Usually it ended with each of them enticing the other to masturbate until they came, breathless and laughing, across the phone line. How the hell could she do this with John sitting next to her?
"And?"
"And, I want you to take your clothes off for him. I'm going to tell you exactly what to do. You're going to tell me every single thing as you're doing it. I'm not asking you, and this isn't negotiable. Speakerphone. Now."
Her breath left her body in a rush. Her head buzzed. Garrett's dominance was as much a part of their sex life as breathing, and she thrived on it. Right now, she understood it was his way of keeping himself with them. Mouth open, she looked at John, seeing his eyes take on a curious look as he tried to guess what had caused her reaction.
Her hands shook as she put the handset on the coffee table in front of her and pushed the button. "Okay, it's on."
"Hey, John."
"Garrett. How's it going?"
"Quiet. I'm just hanging out in my truck at the moment."
"Somewhere private?" John's voice grew a little gruff. He rubbed his stubbled chin, looking like he expected to have to endure something he didn't want to deal with.
"Yep. I want you to let her suck your cock. I want to hear it."
She sucked in a hard breath. He wasn't watching, he was participating. She felt exactly as she felt when the three of them were together, in one room. Her body lit up like a Christmas tree. The thrill rolled through her again at the look on John's face, the way his lids dropped, the small groan he released as he settled back.
"Like you gotta ask twice."
"Take your clothes off, baby; I want him to see you, touch you while you suck him."
"Okay. I'm taking them off." Shaking, her fingers moved to the hem of her shirt, and she lifted it slowly. Not from a need to entice, but from the discomfort of being pushed into new territory. She took pleasure in the edgy uneasiness, the little bite of anxiety making the pleasure all that much better.
"She's taking her shirt off, Garrett, the black T-shirt that makes her tits look twice as big. Damn, I like that one. Fuck, she doesn't have a bra on. How the hell did I miss that?"
Garrett let out a small groan through the phone.
"She's unbuttoning her jeans, sliding them off. God damn, no panties either. What the hell, you were walking around like that when I wasn't supposed to touch you?"
"My skin was too sensitive," she admitted. "Couldn't deal with the bra rubbing on me."
"And the panties?"
Garrett chuckled into the phone. "Get used to it; she's the commando queen. Never know whether she's lace or bare; it's always a fun little secret to discover."
"Oh, damn. Okay . . . she's naked. Total buck. Fuck yeah, she is."
"Unzip him and take him in your mouth."
"Ah, god, she's pulling me out, Garrett. Wrapping her hand around me. Jesus, how am I going to talk through this shit?"
"Just do your best, buddy." Garrett laughed. "Fuck, I'm taking my cock out too, babe. I'm all wet."
She moaned and pulled John into her mouth deep and hard. "Oh fuck, she's got me buried already, Garrett. God, her mouth is so hot," he groaned, throwing his head back. "This is almost better than the one in the truck. Shit, I'm never going to last."
"Me either, man, I'm so fucking hard."
Hearing Garrett grunt through the phone, she knew he was stroking his cock, and she imagined how thick and hard it was in his hand. A round of shivers ran through her, a low moan vibrating against John's dick in her mouth.
"Come over here; turn your ass so I can reach that sweet pussy," he growled.
"Fuck her with your fingers; let me hear her come while she sucks you."
The sharp cry when John's fingers sank deep into her, her core already wet and vibrating with need, threw her into an altered state of mind. She struggled to maintain her grip on the moment, to keep her wits about her and keep her hold on his cock.
"Fuck yeah, that feel good?" Garrett moaned through the phone.
"Mmm hmm," she hummed.
"Yeah, she likes it. That's it, baby, ride my hand. She's taking me deep, Garrett, she's sopping wet."
"Make him come, because I can't wait to hear him lick you 'til you scream."
Another jolt ripped through her, and she rode the edge of a shattering orgasm. She buried John deep in her throat, cupping his balls and rolling him in her hand, and she felt him go tight and hard.
"Fuck, almost there; this is too hot. I can't take it."
"God, yeah, fucking come in her mouth, John. Damn, I'm almost there." Garrett was groaning deep and hard into the phone, the soft sounds of his cock sliding hard through his hand, flesh slapping softly on flesh in the background.
"Oh, fuck yeah, I can hear you, Garrett; she can too, and it's making her so hot her pussy is clenching my fingers every time you stroke." John threw his head back. "Coming, baby, hard and fast. Oh shit. Yeah, suck me, suck me hard!"
He screamed out a guttural cry, bucked his hips, and drove his cock deep into her mouth as his cum splashed over her tongue, down her throat. She worked to keep up, swallowing every heavy spurt, moaning her own pleasure in muffled groans over his cock still jerking and pulsing in her mouth.
"Oh, that's so damn good," he groaned. Yanking her mouth away, he pushed her back hard into the couch. "I need that pussy in my mouth, now," he growled.
"She's not going to last, Garrett; she's drenched, cream is dripping down her thighs."
"Oh shit, I'm almost there. Suck that clit man, do it now."
She screamed as John latched onto her, his soft lips sucking her clit in deep, the tip of his tongue flicking her while he held her hips pinned to the couch. "Oh, god, I'm coming . . . right now, Garrett . . . come with me!" she screamed.
A muffled growl came from the phone, followed by a series of grunts and panting. "Oh, my god. That was the best damn phone sex ever."
John laughed, his chest rising and falling hard with his still-harsh breathing. "I don't think this counts as phone sex. I don't know what the hell you'd call it, but you should see her, man; she's glowing."
Garrett laughed this time, low and rich, full of emotion. "Thanks, man. Thanks for putting up with my shit and for taking care of her."
"Hey, that's why we're all here, right?"
"Yeah. You guys still going to be waiting for me when I get home tomorrow?" "Oh, hell yes." Carrie giggled.
"I'm still not touching her 'til you get here, man, all right? I am going to go put her in the shower though."
"Cool, man, it's cool. Sleep in our bed with her tonight, okay?"
Her belly knotted like another orgasm had started in her, but the thrill wasn't from sex. Garrett pushing for closeness between them, bridging the gap between the three of them just having sex and moving into regular living together territory shocked her.
"You sure?" John looked as surprised as she felt.
"Yeah. I'm sure. I don't want either of you to be alone."
"What about you, sweetheart?"
Garrett laughed. "You kidding? I'll be in a room full of snoring assholes; how much more company could I have?"
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, I know, but I want to know you're safe, taken care of. It's all good."
"Especially when we're all here together, sleeping wrapped around each other. Right?"
"Right. Okay, go get that shower. Love you."
"Love you too, Garrett. See you tomorrow."
"Later, man."
"Later, John."
The phone disconnected, and John pushed the button to turn it off. "Let's do what the man says. I, for one, can't wait to get in that bed and wrap you up in me. I love sleeping with you."
Her emotions rose to new heights as he voiced her own desire. The idea of everything between them moving to a new, uncharted level thrilled her as much as it terrified her.
"Me too."

"Think he'll like this?"
"He's going to lose it in about two minutes flat when he sees you. Believe me." John shook his head and smiled at her, the heavy-lidded look of desire held barely in check as he dropped himself into the chair to wait with her.
She hoped so. Garrett had hinted more than once about this little fantasy, and she'd convinced John—not that it took a lot of convincing—this was the perfect way to greet Garrett when he got home. Which would be any minute.
Her belly did a little flip and a twist when she heard the screen door on the back of the house bang shut. Garrett didn't even call out, and she figured he had to assume where they were. Sure enough, his boots were pounding the stairs in seconds.
"Holy . . . damn, when you said waiting for me—"
John had tied her to the bed, face down, with two pillows beneath her belly for support and to lift her. They had positioned her sideways with her head close to the edge so one of them could be in front, one behind. John sat in the wingback chair in the corner where he'd taken up his post, dressed in just his Levi's. Grinning ear to ear.
"Nice job, man, nice job."
"Her idea, I'm just the logistics and back up." John nodded toward her, waving the paramedic scissors he had in his hand. "She said you'd like it. Damn hard not to touch her while I put her there, but I didn't."
"Love it. Absolutely love it. And thank you."
John's eyes practically glowed, and she had to smile. Watching the little play by play with the two of them filled her with an incredible joy to see how Garrett swelled with pride at seeing her there, knowing they had done it for him, together. It had been something she had to do, to show Garrett her love, John's loyalty. After the feelings they had admitted to yesterday, she needed to be sure Garrett wasn't forgotten in the sudden rush of emotion, that his central role in this was secure.
Apparently, the need was just as intense for him, for all his own reasons.
"Need you, need you now," he said, yanking off his T-shirt. He kicked off his boots, shucked his jeans, and slid in behind her on the bed. "You look so pretty all tied up. I can't believe you did this for me. I'm the luckiest son of a bitch to have you guys." He groaned a low, satisfied sound as he moved in closer behind her. "I've been thinking about you all night; I could barely sleep after I hung up."
Her breath caught, and she strained to turn her head to see him. Capturing his gaze, she studied him until he smiled at her, a slow, sexy grin that brought a rush of relief. "I thought maybe you were worried."
"No." He shook his head slowly, eyeing her, the grin never breaking. "I just could not wait to get home and see you. Sure as hell didn't think this would be what you meant by waiting for me. I thought the two of you would be naked, maybe doing something that would be hot, but this . . . damn."
Warmth crept up her body at his intense stare, at the wicked gleam in his eye as he stroked her thigh slowly with his calloused hand. She could see the rise and fall of his chest, the way the muscles twitched and tightened as if in anticipation. Shoulders straight and set, he rested on his knees behind her, his impressive body matching the power in his look. She knew that look, had seen it often enough. The heat rose in her, the skin of her thighs feeling suddenly on fire, the ache in her core sending a flash of white-hot need straight through her, reaching every nerve ending. Turning back to lay her head on the comforter, she released a slow, deep breath, and her eyes slid closed as she tried not to tense, just waiting.
She wasn't sure which came first, the light sting on her ass just above her thigh, the sound of Garrett's hand on her skin echoing through the room, or her moan. Couldn't have been her moan, because that lasted long after the other two were done.
"Like that?" He crooned, his voice purposefully seductive, full of power yet smooth and comforting.
She gave a weak nod. Her body still hummed from the impact, and the feel of his hand smoothing over the heated spot sent even hotter sparks through her. The next one sent her rolling toward an orgasm, her gasp as loud as the smack on her ass.
"Fuck, you are beautiful like this." His tone slipped a little, rough and husky with the need he was holding back, and she heard John's slight groan in the background.
Another swat, this one on the other side. She wriggled as his lips moved over the stinging flesh. Garrett groaned, and the sound rumbled over her back as the bed lowered with his weight. One more round of his hand meeting her skin, more of his soft lips to soothe.
The bed shifted, then she felt the heat of his muscled thighs against her, the slight tickle of the crisp hairs on them brushing her skin.
"Can't wait anymore." His voice had lowered to nearly a growl, rough and husky as his hands grasped her hips.
She felt the heat of the head of his cock slide maddeningly over the slick flesh of her core, and she wanted to push against him, beg. The ropes held her, her own little prison. He didn't toy with her, but gave her exactly what she wanted. With a throaty male groan, he slid deep inside her in one steady push.
Her body sang with the sensation of her husband's skilled hands on her skin, the heat of his heavy cock lighting her on fire from the inside. The slight sting remained as Garrett's hips rubbed the sensitive flesh where he had marked her and sent a new round of shudders through her. The scene may have been set for him, but it was her who was flying. Her husband possessed her body and soul, and he knew it, never failed to use that knowledge to bring her as much pleasure as he could. His instinct for what she needed had always been uncannily accurate, dead on with his ability to sense what would send her—send them both—into the depths of passion. The realization that somehow Garrett had known to do this, to bring them all here, sent her reeling to a new peak of pleasure. One where not only her husband possessed her, drove her to unimaginable heights, but he gave her to a man he trusted to do the same, for her, for them all.
As if sensing her thoughts had turned to him, John came around the bed, but he didn't take off his jeans or even unzip. He just knelt in front of her, stroking her face and laying little kisses on her shoulder as Garrett thrust into her.
"You do look pretty lying there while he takes you. I love watching him fuck you, you know that? It's so powerful, knowing you two gave me what you have." His breath was hot on her neck, and she heard a low moan come from his chest as Garrett picked up the pace, and her body began to buck forward with the power of his thrusts.
"That's it. Lose yourself in it. You like it when we do this to you, tie you up, spank that pretty ass, don't you? I'm going to fuck you when he's done. Feel that hot, wet pussy filled up with his cum, then fill you with mine too, we'll both be in you. You belong to us. Both of us, only us."
His words were what pushed her over the edge. His words and the powerful lunges of her husband taking her body while her lover whispered his desire into her ear. His desire and the truth that only the two of them had shared. He loved her, and he meant every word. Whispered words of possessiveness, belonging to them both. Permanence. She came hard and with abandon, screaming her release as John kept up his soft kisses, stroking her cheek, encouraging her.
"That's it, come for him, let him feel you squeezing his cock. God, you're so beautiful when you come. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me."
Garrett cried out, and she felt him pulse inside her. "Ah, god, yes, that's it, milk me with that sweet little pussy." He pushed deep, grasping her hips hard, and then he was coming, filling her, groaning with his release. He slumped over her back for a moment, kissing her shoulder on the opposite of where John still cradled her face. Her entire body shuddered, the intensity of her two men loving her, tied between them but feeling so safe, so cared for, so worshiped.
Without a word, John moved away. She heard him unzip, heard the rustling of his jeans and weight shifting behind her, heard them moving and anticipated them changing places.
Garrett came to sit on the bed next to her head, still panting from the exertion. "You're so beautiful like this, Carrie. You're so amazing, the way you give yourself to us, to me, to him. God, my heart could break, it's so full."
The feel of John sliding over her skin made her cry out. Thick, hot, feeling every inch a hard piece of steel, he slipped easily into her. She was so wet from Garrett taking her. John lunged deep, driving to the hilt in one hard thrust.
He groaned loud with the pleasure of it. "So damn wet. Fuck, it's dripping down my balls, feels so damn good to share you like this, take you however we want."
He was breathless, buried in her, just holding her for a long moment as Garrett stroked her face, looking back and forth between the two of them. Finally, John started an unhurried glide, stroking in and out in a slow, steady pace that felt incredible. She couldn't see him, only Garrett as he watched him with the heavy-lidded gaze she always saw come over his face when he watched the two of them together. The sight amazed her, thrilled her, even while she wondered what it must feel like because it was something only the two of them shared, watching as the other one took her.
"Thank you. God, I love you so much."
Garrett kissed her cheek, eyes searching hers before he looked back to where John had begun to push into her with more strength. The force of him moving in her built until he was grunting with the effort, thrusting into her hard and fast. He had learned her body enough to know she loved it that way, and without seeing him, she imagined his face. The way his mouth tightened, neck corded and arched as he bellowed out his release, and she felt his hot semen shooting deep into her, mixing with Garrett's. In her body and in her heart, the three of them were intertwined now, her emotions and her desires connected in a way she could never hope to separate.