Finding Home (13 page)

Finally he held it up, placing the head at her opening and nudging it slightly inside. The hand on her hip eased its hold and helped her slide down his length until they rested flush against one another. His sheathed cock was so deep inside, her cunt so full of him that it was all she could do not to start riding.
 
She wanted to fuck, right now, but she knew it would be all the better if she waited for Jordan to fill her ass with his cock. It had been too long since she’d had him there.

And he didn’t keep her waiting long. She felt him move onto the bed with them and groaned in anticipation. Jackson ran his hands from her hips up to her shoulders and pulled her down to him. He took her mouth, ravishing it as he would her pussy soon. His kiss consumed her, stroked the flames burning inside her higher and higher until she felt she might incinerate.

Then Jordan was there, nudging his cock against her anus. His fingers were slick as he parted her cheeks and rimmed her with the slick lubricant he’d applied to himself. He didn’t enter her though, just stroked over and around her opening. She knew just what he was going to do. He was going to fill her with one hard thrust, forcing his entire length inside with no slow beginning. And she was ready, eager, and oh so willing to take him just like that.

“Now,” she screamed when she felt she couldn’t take it a single moment longer. And Jordan didn’t disappoint. He rammed home making her buck and scream between them at the fiery burn that shot through her ass.

Jordan
’s hands grasped her waist and pulled her up so that she had to brace her hands beside Jackson. Her legs were so wide that she felt like a wishbone but Jackson had spread his legs to make room for Jordan’s. Her breasts swung above Jackson and he tilted his head to catch one turgid nipple in his mouth and bite down. She screamed, the pleasure of the pain filling her and igniting like fire in her veins. This was sex at its best, most carnal form. Making love would come later, both as a threesome and as a couple with each man. But for now, this was what she needed. A reaffirmation that she was alive and well. And somehow they knew it.

Jordan leant over her back and latched his teeth onto her shoulder biting down just hard enough for her to feel it, but not hard enough to break the skin. Jackson was sucking her nipple hard, using teeth and tongue to torture her and send her higher. He had one hand pinching and pulling at her other nipple, and the other was between their bodies, finger just brushing against her straining clit.

“Yes,” the word left her mouth in a rush of air, though she would have screamed it if she had the breath. She was there on the brink, just waiting for that one last something to send her spiraling into bliss.

But they held back as if they knew, slowing their strokes, changing their bites into soft sucks and gentle licks.

“No,” she cried, straining to buck between them. But they held her firmly in place. She shook her head back and forth, incoherent sounds leaving her mouth as she begged them.

Movement picked up so that both cocks were thrusting hard again. Jordan sucked so hard at her shoulder that she knew he would leave a mark that would redden and bruise later.
 
But she didn’t care. Jackson licked and sucked from one nipple to the other, his thumb making slow circles over her clit. She needed more, wanted more from him.

She could feel her orgasm building once more, and this time it was even more intense, more powerful than it would have been the first time. Building and building, one layer on top of another until her entire body seemed to feel like a volcano on the cusp of blowing. Her blood was like molten lava and her womb was the furnace feeding the flames.

It started slow, a bubbling in her core that had her shuddering and shaking as it moved through her veins to her arms and legs. Her fingers felt numb, her toes tingling. Even her scalp seemed to tingle and glow. Jackson bit down, pressed his thumb hard on her clit and she screamed.

Fire. It was inside her, flowing over her, consuming her in a pleasure so intense that she truly thought she might die. She vaguely heard her men cry out as they joined her, felt the heat of their releases inside the condoms that kept them from filling her. Her vision blurred, her mouth grew dry and she felt as if her lungs actually stopped working for a moment. And then she melted, arms and legs no longer able to support her, as she collapsed onto Jackson. The darkness claimed her as she passed out, a small smile still curving her lips.

It was much later that she crept from the bed and followed the dim glow to the balcony and Jordan. She walked up behind him and slipped her arms around him laying her head against his back.

“What are you doing up?” he queried, pulling her around to the front of him.

“I felt you leave,” she said and kissed his chest. He tasted of sweat and sex and she wanted to lick him from head to toe.

He squeezed her tight for a moment and she felt him shudder. “I’m so sorry, Andy. For everything that I put you through. If I could have been with you, I would have. I would have given up anything for you. But it wasn’t my choice.”

“You had to help Jackson,” she whispered.

He pulled back and his startled eyes met hers. “How? Jackson.” He answered his own question.

“Yeah,” she shook her head. “He told me everything. And I understand, Jordan.”

“I hated leaving you. It almost killed me to not contact you.” He pulled her close again. “I’ve never been so scared.”

“Scared?” she asked.

“Of losing you. Of you never being able to forgive me. Of you finding someone else while I was gone and unable to contact you.” He shuddered again and this time she was the one to squeeze him tight. “You can’t imagine the possibilities that went through my mind.”

“I love you, Jordan. Even when I didn’t want to, I did.” She could admit it now.

“I love you too,” he whispered. “I thank God every day that you are in my life, that you chose to stay in it.”

“I love you,” she stated again, those three words all the answer she needed to give.

“I will do everything in my power to make sure that you never regret being with me, with both of us,” he vowed.

“Just don’t ever leave me again,” she said.

“Never,” he whispered. “Never will I willingly leave you again.”

She smiled and buried her face in his chest. Home. She was finally home.

Jackson
listened from his spot in the bedroom. He finally had everything he’d ever wanted in his life. A relationship with his twin brother and a woman that they both loved and could love them both as well. For the first time in a long time, happiness was more than a concept. It was his reality. With a smile he headed back to bed secure in the knowledge that they’d join him soon.

Epilogue

Two months and four days later

The four women stood hand in hand beside the gravesite long after everyone else had left. None of them could find the strength to walk away. The workers had moved away to give them time alone before lowering the coffin of Joseph Michael Ebans into the ground.

Death had come quicker than they had thought, and yet he had lasted longer than the doctors had predicted. He had passed just as he had wanted, in his home, in the room he had shared with his wife since their marriage. And his family had been with him right up to the last breath. No one but him would know what it meant to see the four most important women in his life together, whole and strong. No one would truly know the peace it had given him.

Now they stood, a unit, unbreakable. And it made him smile as he watched them. He may no longer be a man among them, but he would forever be watching over them. Chloe was stronger than she thought. He was proud of the mother and wife she had become. And Andy, she was finally coming into her own. He glanced over to the men that stood waiting. Brian, Chloe’s husband, and Jordan and Jackson, Andy’s men. He had no doubts that eventually they would have children and strengthen the bond they had already made.

Then there was his sister, Carmen, who was finally home where she belonged. She had let a man run her out of this town once. He looked at the sheriff who stood with the others, the man who had never stopped loving her. He hoped that she would finally accept that what had happened hadn’t been her fault and move on with her life. She deserved a love like he had been lucky enough to find with Claire.

Finally, his gaze rested on his wife. Her tear stained face. She stood with one daughter on each side, tall and strong even in her grief. He hadn’t wanted to leave her, had hung on as long as he could simply for her. But he did have to leave. His time was done, but Claire still had more to accomplish before she could join him. And, though she might not believe it now, there was yet another love out there for her. It would come to her when the time was right.

He took one more look at his family, his pride and joy. Then he walked away, at peace and ready to go to his new home.