Brotherhood of Fire (20 page)

When he walked up the front steps to the porch, Garrett in the lead, Carrie wrapped half around him, he was surprised that it really did feel like coming home. His home, nothing about it felt like it didn't belong to him. His Harley sat parked in the garage when the door went up to pull Carrie's car in, his truck sat next to Garrett's under the big maple tree to the side of the driveway.

"Marcus did. He and Dawson have been keeping an eye on things for me, getting the mail. I think they even mowed the lawn."
"I owe them one. I owe Marcus big time for the talk we had that day after our fight."
"Fight?" Carrie asked, and she pulled back, looking at him then Garrett as he unlocked the door.
"Uh . . . ." Garrett turned to her with a sheepish grin. "Yeah. I didn't tell you about that. Wouldn't call it a fight; he didn't punch back."
"He punched me in the jaw for what I said to you, Carrie. He had every right."
"To hit you? Garrett! How could—?"
John closed her protests down by closing his mouth over hers, wrapping his arm around her tight. When she stopped fluttering and wriggling against him, he leaned back a little, looking in her eyes. "He did what he should have, Carrie, reminded me what I was supposed to be protecting. I'd do the same to him if he said the things to you I said."
"Men!" She huffed, grabbing his bag and heading through the door in front of him.
"Uh huh.
Your
men. And this man isn't in the mood for sassy attitude right now." He grinned, catching the back of her shirt as she tried to step away. "No way. Been too long. I'll push you right over the foyer table if I have to, don't think I won't."
"John Brenner, you've gotten some attitude." She grinned, the excited light in her eyes letting him know she appreciated the improvement.
"Almost losing everything is a damn good wake up call, I'd say. Now, clothes off," he said, kicking the door shut behind him.
"Here?" she squeaked, looking to Garrett, who had stopped just past the foyer in the living room and leaned on the arm of the couch, watching them. She acknowledged and noted the dark fire in his eyes as he cocked an eyebrow their direction and smiled at John's display of dominance.
"Here. Now." John pulled her closer, slipping his hand beneath her shirt, cupping her breast through her bra. The low moan he couldn't contain was followed by her whimper as his fingers found her nipple, already dimpled and hard.
"I've been waiting too damn long," he growled. "I don't want to hear any shit about the instructions to wait two weeks for anything strenuous. You going to argue with me, Garrett?"
"Hell no, I'm not stopping you. You forget we've been celibate too, sitting there in that damn room with you? "
"No, I didn't forget. Pretty much thought of about fifteen different positions we could have had right there in that lounger, and that hospital bed folds up all kinds of ways, you know. You should have just let me lock the damn door instead of waiting."
"You are gonna wait. About two minutes longer," Garrett said, unfolding himself from the arm of the couch. "You look pale. You can't stand there in the foyer; you'll pass out. Sit. Carrie, get his jeans off before he falls over."
"I can take my own clothes off, and what if I want her right here?"
Garrett was already moving around the couch and took up a stance, waiting for them to follow. "Whatever. Shut up, and let her take your pants off. You aren't doing any of the work; we got this."
Sounded damn good to him.
Carrie managed to push him to the couch and yank his jeans off far enough for him to sit back and settle into the soft cushions, then she pulled off his boots and finished the job. For the first time, he noticed how puffy the couch cushions were, and he breathed a grateful sigh of relief as his aching shoulder eased back into them.
"You sure about this, Garrett?" Carrie said. The two of them stood over him, his jeans dangling from her hand as she and Garrett studied him.
"He's not going to die if you suck his cock, Carrie, I can pretty much guarantee it. But I don't think you're getting any tag team today, sweetheart."
"Fuck she isn't. Go right ahead and suck on me all you want, but before this is over, you will be on my lap, and Garrett, you will be fucking her good and hard with me while I enjoy the whole damn thing, you got it?"
"I guess you can be the armchair quarter back for a day." Garrett's laugh was low and husky as he started stripping off his own clothes. "Carrie, you're not naked. The man told you to take your clothes off. I suggest you move that pretty little ass of yours and hop to it."
"Bossy! Both of you!" She laughed, unbuttoning her shirt.
John leaned forward to lift his shirt over his head and groaned with the effort. Lifting his arms sent a jolt of pain through his ribs, and his skin still felt like it was flayed.
"Uh uh. Sit still, damn you," Garrett grumbled at him, moving behind the couch. "Don't mind the dick a foot from your ear, and don't say a fucking word," he said as he reached down and worked the shirt up over John's chest. "One arm at a time, good one first."
John lifted his uninjured arm, holding his breath slightly to avoid jostling his ribs. Garrett pulled the shirt off that half, then worked it over his head, down over his burned shoulder and arm.
"You hate me undressing you, don't you?"
"'Bout as much as you'd like me undressing you. Thanks, I appreciate the help."
"You two done yet?" Carrie asked, dropping to her knees in front of his lap. Just the sight of her there, poised over his naked cock, made him hold his breath. When her mouth covered him, wet, hot and feeling so damn good, he let himself sink into it. She didn't hold back; she went at him with a vengeance that almost had him laughing at her aggressiveness.
"Miss me?" He groaned as she sucked him extra hard on a down stroke.
A slight nod and a little hummed "Mmm hmm" was his answer, and then Garrett was moving in behind her.
"Lift that pretty little ass of yours; I think John might not mind watching me fuck you while you suck his cock, baby."
He groaned as he watched Garrett sink into her. The look of pure pleasure on Garrett's face told him exactly how good it felt, as good as his cock buried in her throat did about now.
His entire body tightened at the sight, his cock hardened to the point he thought every drop of blood in his body must be pumping through it. The three of them together truly felt like everything he needed, everything he ever wanted. "God, fuck her hard, Garrett. I want to see it."
Without a word, Garrett thrust into her, pulled out and slammed back in, the sound of his hips slapping against her ass driving John higher and higher as she moaned over his cock. "Fuck yes, god damn, I missed watching you two. Can't hang in there much longer."
Carrie pulled up a little, and Garrett slowed his thrusts. "You okay? Tired?"
"I'm okay," he panted. "Let him fuck you a little more then I want you to climb up here for me. I need to taste you, sweetheart."
She sucked him back into her mouth, her tongue sliding down over him, then she moved to lick at his balls while Garrett lunged into her a few more thrusts before he pulled out.
"Do what he says. Climb up there; I want to watch him lick your pussy."
John leaned his head back on the cushions and guided her into place, standing on the couch over him, straddling his face. The second she got close enough, he dove his tongue deep, lapping at her, moaning at the taste he'd missed so much.
"I missed having you in my mouth most of all, sweetheart," he breathed into her thigh. He nipped at her before he set his tongue back to licking her from top to bottom. He savored her, took the time to nuzzle the crease between her thigh and the flushed folds of her pussy, the wet cream flooding her. He nipped at the swollen labia, laved her clit in long, slow strokes before he drove his tongue deep into her, fucking her with it like he'd wanted to for days.
The little cries and whimpers started, and he knew she was close. "Lean over, Garrett, get over here and let her suck you, man; you know she loves to taste you when she comes."
"Regular fucking activity director, aren't you?" Garrett laughed as he did what John asked, moving in behind the couch where Carrie could lean down for the perfect angle to take him in her mouth.
"Uh, yeah. That's in living color." John laughed between her thighs as he peeked out and saw Carrie licking Garrett's thick shaft not three feet from his head. The sight of it, so close, her lips sliding over Garrett's cock, her fingers playing with his sac as he groaned into her mouth made him throb with need.
When her hips started to roll against him, he gripped her ass in his hands and pulled her closer. He flicked her clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, making her grind into his face and twist her whole body, moaning over Garrett's cock as she sucked him. He moved deeper, thrusting his tongue into her, fucking her with it again as he sucked at the sweet honeyed taste of her. Finally, he moved back to her clit and pushed her toward her climax with the hard, slow circles he knew drove her over the edge. He felt her coming against his mouth before her cries started, before the moans came from Garrett as she sucked him deep and hard, her orgasm pushing her to ride against them both until the shudders subsided. She moved to pull away, but he held her there, her ass clenched in his hands as he licked away every drop of her orgasm before he finally let her go.
"Missed that so damn much," he panted as she lowered herself to his lap, collapsing half against his good shoulder, half against the couch, being careful not to put too much weight against him.
Then Garrett moved behind her again. "Mount up; his cock looks like it might break if you don't get him inside you."
He groaned a loud guttural sound as she slid him deep, and coherent thought drifted from his mind. He let go, and let them take over the rest of the ride, too tired and too far gone to worry about who did what anymore, as long as he could keep feeling the two of them with him.
She was seated on him leaning forward and panting against his chest as Garrett slicked her with lube, leaned in low, and started pushing himself inside her. John felt every inch slide in, and he gritted his teeth. "Fuck, that feels good; missed that too."
"Hell yes." Garrett groaned as he lunged deep and buried himself to the hilt.
He leaned forward over her and put his hands on the back of the couch on either side of John's head, caging her between them.
"Ready, everybody? Hold on," Garrett said as he started thrusting.
The position made it so John barely had to move, Carrie lay pinned between them, and Garrett's powerful thrusts lifted her off his cock and settled her back down with each stroke. John wrapped his arms around her hips and let Garrett fuck them both until his eyes rolled back, and he knew he was going to come.
"Harder, Garrett, fuck her harder," he groaned, angling to rub the base of his cock on her clit as Garrett thrust her body up and down over him.
"I feel it, I'm almost there too," Garrett panted, and thrust harder. "Fuck yes . . . she's close, a little more . . . ."
Carrie moaned between them, bit down on his shoulder, and clenched him tight. "Come for me, sweetheart, fill me," she whispered into his neck. Here words were all it took, and he let go with a shuddering moan as he felt her pussy clench and vibrate and she came with him.
Garrett lunged deep, gripped the back of the couch so hard John thought he might break it, and rode out their orgasms before he finally let go of his own. "Fuck yes!" he yelled, as John felt the powerful kick of Garrett's cock inside Carrie, and knew he was filling the other half of her.
When they were done, he was exhausted, sated and happy. He let Carrie bring him a warm, wet towel and fuss over him as she settled him into the couch. He could barely keep his eyes open, even when all he wanted to do was keep watching her, watching them both, and looking around to keep reminding himself he was home, and that's where he was planning on staying.

Carrie stretched out on the sugary white Jamaican sand and sighed in pure satisfaction. She lifted the two large, male hands laying heavily on her stomach and grinned at the two gold wedding bands.

"Mrs. Carrie Brenner-O'Neal. Man, I'm going to get hand cramps writing that name." She beamed.
"Still geeked up about being my wife?" John laughed.
The name change and the contract they'd signed wasn't exactly a legal marriage, but it still gave John all the legal rights and power of attorney in financial and medical issues pertaining to Carrie and their future children, as well as his name. The best they could do legally, the best part had been the commitment ceremony. While not a legal thing, it had been beautiful, and the best day of her life to take Garrett as her husband a second time, and John as her husband right along with him.
"Hell, yes." She laughed, plopping a wet kiss on his smiling lips. She felt Garrett snuggle in close behind her, nuzzling her neck.
"So, did we wear you out yet?" he whispered, reaching around to pinch one of her nipples softly.
"Umm . . . no. We've only been here three days." She smiled, turning to give him a long, sizzling kiss as well.
"Three amazing days, and ten more to go." He sighed, pushing harder into her.
John smiled and turned toward her too. Putting his hand on her hip, he pulled her close, sandwiching her between them. Right where they both knew she loved to be. She moved to repay his show of affection, making him let go of a shocked little gasp when she leaned over and sucked one of his nipples into her mouth.
"God, that feels good," he groaned.
"Think that felt good." She gave a low chuckle and slid down the blanket, nuzzling the front of his shorts with her mouth. She pulled the waistband down far enough to give her access, and ran her tongue over the seemingly ever-hard head of his cock. As always, his taste, the hardness of him, the feel of sliding that velvety smooth skin over her lips, carried her off, and she had the whole head sucked greedily between her lips before she realized they were in public.
She giggled, looking up at her two husbands watching her with hungry looks, then looking around the beach. "This will be a honeymoon to tell our grandkids about."
John lifted his head and looked around. "I don't think so. Way too much information there." He laughed as they all looked around, taking in a nude couple lying near them, two men playing naked in the surf, and a tangle of several people doing who knew what to each other farther down the beach on a big, open air bed. "Glad we came here so we didn't have to try and hide we were together, but it's still a little much. I mean, a no holds bar resort, uh, apparently means just that. When they named this place Hedonism, they meant it, didn't they?" He laughed. "Although I kind of like being somewhere my wife can suck on my cock in public, even just a little."
"Hell yeah." Garrett moaned. "And I can watch. God, I love it when you do that."
Carrie smiled and took another swipe at John with her tongue, still shivering at the sound of him calling her his wife. "At least we can be whatever here and do whatever without having people stare. Not that I'm ever going to worry about that again."
Garrett scooted down against her, pushed her bathing suit bottom aside, and slid his cock between her thighs with a satisfied groan. He slid his fingers around to the front of her bathing suit, and she moaned against John's cock as Garrett slipped them between her wet folds, rubbing her clit with a light, teasing pressure. They lay there a few moments, Carrie enjoying the feel of both of them, licking lazily at John's wet cock as Garrett slid slowly between her thighs, his fingers working into her warm flesh. When things started to get a little more demanding, she popped her head up and looked around again. John caught her look and laughed.
"I'm pretty sure no one's watching us; we're the least of the entertainment out here. Hell, we're the only ones with clothes on at all."
She giggled a little. "Still . . . ."
Garrett laughed. "I don't know, I kind of like the idea of us tackling you out here on the beach in front of god and everyone else. Want to add exhibitionism to our list of sins?"
"No!" Carrie and John both said at the same time, laughing.
Garrett grinned. "Then let's get back to the room, because I think there is a rule about having sex at least twice a day on your honeymoon."
Carrie smiled at them both, kissed Garrett soundly, then looked over at John's still-red scars, and kissed one of them softly. "I'll go with any rule that keeps us all together, Garrett. You in, John?"
"I'm in. Forever this time."