Infinite Ties (All That Remains #3) (6 page)

Airen’s gaze is searing as he kneels in
front of us. Oh shit. In this position, tipped back against Joseph’s chest, his
arms tight around me, legs spread eagle over the arms of the chair, I’m
helpless, susceptible to Airen’s mouth. And he takes full advantage of it,
eating me as if his sanity is at stake. Joseph’s hands massage my breasts while
his soft lips trail down my neck in wet sucking kisses. He reaches a hand
between us, and slides a finger between my cheeks.

“Joseph.” I can hear the trepidation in my
voice as my body stiffens and I try to sit up.

“Easy, baby. Do you think I’d hurt you?”
His soft voice gentles me, calms my nerves. Of course he won’t hurt me. On a
few occasions Airen has touched me there, but only with a few light strokes,
and he’s the only one since my first and last disastrous attempt at anal sex. I
hope Joseph doesn’t think this is going to lead there. I just can’t do it.

Airen slows his frantic licking while
Joseph rubs and presses against my rear. Oh shit. It feels so good. His finger
slips easily inside and a moan escapes my throat. My face heats at the thought
of him touching me this way, of Airen watching it. Joseph’s hot breath fills my
ear. “Do you like it?”

“Trust me, she likes it. I almost
drowned.” Airen grins up at him before planting his face between my legs again.
Shit. I thought my face couldn’t get any redder. Joseph works his finger in and
out gently while Airen sucks and licks until I think I’m going insane. There’s
no slow buildup toward orgasm this time. Almost instantly, I’m on edge, and
Airen knows it.

“Mmm, someone is keen for it today.” His
voice is amused as he pulls away, dropping light kisses on the inside of both
thighs.

“Airen!”

Joseph chuckles and Airen wears a devious
grin. “What’s the matter? You want to come?”

“Yes!”

“What’s the magic word?” Oh. Bastard. I’m
not begging him.

“Now!” I tug his hair, and Joseph’s chest
vibrates with laughter.

“Stubborn girl,” Airen murmurs, slipping
his fingers inside me, pushing me right to the brink again. “What’s this?” he
teases, rubbing against Joseph’s finger through the thin wall that separates
them. The feeling is indescribable and they both smile as I squirm and fight to
control the sensations they’re bombarding me with.

“Airen.” My voice is desperate. My entire
body trembles at the precipice and the seductive sound of his voice, smooth as
silk, nearly sends me over.

“I can do this all day, sweetheart.”
Curling his fingers up, he aims a few firm strokes in just the right place. “I
love to rub this spot inside of you. This little rough patch that makes you
whimper and scream my name.”

“God,” I moan, arching my back and trying
to close my legs.

“No you don’t, baby.” Joseph pulls me back
down, increasing the thrust of his finger in my ass. His hand grabs mine when I
reach to touch myself, knowing the smallest amount of friction will send me
skyward. My groan of frustration makes him chuckle in my ear. “You know what he
wants to hear, ladybug.”

“Please,” I moan, surrendering once again.
“Please, Air.” Joseph’s fingers travel down my stomach and between my legs,
separating my folds for Airen’s persistent tongue. My moans quickly give way to
a loud cry as the devastating sensations burst through me. Joseph sucks the
sensitive spot behind my ear, circling his finger slowly inside me. Airen’s
hand runs rough over each breast while he continues to work me with his mouth
and fingers, making the spasms go on and on.

Before I can recover my senses, Joseph
slides me down his lap and tilts my hips upward, making me draw my legs back
even more. I’m completely open to Airen, and he sinks inside me with a low
hiss. Fuck, it’s deep this way. I expect rough, but instead I get slow,
graceful strokes. It doesn’t take long before I’m building again. He leans to
lick and suck at my breasts before raising his head to thrust his tongue into
Joseph’s mouth with a growl. It’s all I can take, and I come again, calling
their names as Airen stills and shudders against me.

“That’s my girl,” Joseph whispers. His
finger slips out of me and he lifts my legs from the arms of the chair,
massaging the numbness away.

“Payback is a bitch, Joseph.” When they
team up like that, I don’t stand a chance in hell. I love it.

My legs are shaky when Airen pulls me to
my feet for a soft kiss. “You know you like it.”

“That was amazing,” I murmur, inhaling the
scent of his sweat soaked skin. “I needed it.”

“Me too, darlin’.” Airen smirks and plants
a hand in the middle of Joseph’s chest, shoving him back into the chair when he
tries to stand. “Where the fuck you think you’re going?”

“Be careful, you could hurt someone with that
thing.” I grin at Joseph, running a finger down his hard length.

Joseph’s eyes are sparkling emeralds in
the sunlight. “Don’t make me bend you over this chair, Abigail.”

“Oh no,” Airen admonishes. “It’s our turn
now.” He rounds the chair and clutches a fistful of Joseph’s hair, jerking his
head back and devouring his mouth. Goddamn, they’re sexy.

Dropping to my knees, I run my hands up
Joseph’s taut thighs, and swallow him whole with a low hum. He jerks and his
hands delve into my hair. “Fuck, Abby.” I love the strain in his voice. “Easy,
baby,” he pleads as I work him ruthlessly with my mouth. I have to laugh. Take
it easy? He just held me down for Airen and fingered my ass. When he starts to
move with me, I pull back with a grin, and he groans, painfully aware that
payback is indeed, a bitch. “You going to make me beg?” He pants.

“Nah, does nothing for me.”

“It’s my turn.” Airen kneels beside me and
delivers a hard lick up his length with the flat of his tongue. He licks and
strokes and sucks, stopping again when Joseph is right on the brink.

“Fuck…what do you want?” Joseph pleads.

“You,” I murmur, taking over again with a
languorous pace. We go on taking turns until Joseph is a quivering mess.

“It’s like hot potato,” Airen says, and I
laugh. “Whose mouth will you come in?”

Nobody wins that game. When I release
Joseph again, Airen pulls him out of the chair and growls, “Get on your hands
and knees.” It’s comical how quickly Joseph complies. As Airen works his
fingers inside him, I move around to see Joseph’s face, strained and euphoric.
“You ready?” Airen rasps.

“Yes, quit fucking around!” The
desperation in his voice makes me smile. I know that feeling. Joseph hisses,
pulling a deep breath through his clenched teeth when Airen slides inside him.
After a few shallow thrusts, Airen sits back on his heels and wraps an arm
around Joseph’s hips, pulling him back to sit on his lap. His lips fall to
Joseph’s neck, trailing soft sucking kisses down to his shoulder.

Fuck, they’re so hot together. Joseph’s
back is plastered to Airen’s chest, sweat pouring off them as they fuck. Airen
whispers something in Joseph’s ear, and he groans. I can no longer ignore
what’s bobbing in front of me, begging for attention. They both have their eyes
closed when I scoot forward and take him in my mouth again.

“Abby…oh fuck, yes.” His hand fists in my
hair, while his other grips Airen’s muscled thigh. “Abby, baby, I’m gonna
come,” he warns.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Not until I say,”
Airen orders, shifting to grind against him. I feel him swell against my
tongue, fighting not to lose it.

“Airen, I’m gonna…”

Taking pity on him, I slow my pace. His
face crumples in concentration.

“Come on her tits, Joey. Now.”

I let him go and sit up just in time. He
goes off like a rocket, squirting across my chest and belly, and the sound he
makes is deeply satisfying. Airen groans behind him, hands digging into his
hips. For once I get to watch them both when they lose control.

Joseph turns and collapses into the deck
chair. With a growl, he jerks Airen into the chair with him. “You…” he pants.

“Me,” Airen agrees happily.

“Tied up and at our mercy, dark eyes. It’s
going to happen.”

Airen laughs and nips his neck. “Let’s all
go for a swim before you fall asleep. We’re all sticky.”

“Poor Abby. Look what you made me do to
her.” Joseph gazes at me with fake pity, and Airen laughs.

“I can tell you’re really ashamed,” I
reply, chuckling.

Airen shrugs, “We like you dirty,
darlin’,”

After a quick dip in the lake, we gather
on the lower deck of the pontoon boat to eat. Joseph grins at me, wiping
watermelon juice from his chin. “I found season four of White Collar on DVD for
you.”

“Really?” I squeal.

“Yep. We can watch it tonight.”

“What is your obsession with that show?”
Airen asks. “You two act like a couple of teen girls.”

“Abby has a celebrity crush on Matt
Bomer.” That’s an understatement.

“Shut up. I’m not the only one.”

“Excuse me? I’m the only celebrity you get
to drool over,” Airen says.

“He thinks he’s a celebrity,” Joseph
teases.

“If you could have a free pass to sleep
with one famous person, who would it be?” I ask.

“Matt Bomer,” Joseph replies instantly.

“Nope, he’s mine. Try again.”

“We’ll share him.”

“Like that could ever work. Sharing a
man.”

“Fine. Joe Manganiello.” He turns to
Airen. “What about you? You get a free pass to fuck one person. Who would it
be?”

A slow grin crosses Airen’s face. “Mila
Kunis.” It occurs to me that for me and Joseph, these are unattainable
fantasies. But Airen was famous. It’s different knowing he could have had her
and so many others. I’m sure he did.

“Oh, Abby doesn’t like your answer.”
Joseph chuckles.

“Well, it isn’t fair when he could’ve had
her. Have you ever met her?” I ask.

Laughing, Airen pulls me into his lap.
“Come here, you little jealous. No, I’ve never met her nor could I have had
her. You overestimate my past relationships. No matter what the tabloids said,
I’ve never slept with anyone who was famous.”

“Okay. Then if she shows up at our door
and throws herself at you, she’s yours,” I reply with a giggle. “Pick a girl,
Joseph.”

“Don’t do it man, it’s a setup.” Airen
chuckles when I slap his leg.

“We’ll make it innocent then, just a kiss.
If you could kiss any girl in the world who would it be?”

After a long pause, a sweet smile steals
across his face and he leans to press his soft lips to mine. “You.”

“Suck up, “Airen grumbles, shaking his
head in amusement as I dive on Joseph, kissing him until we can’t breathe.

“I hate to tell you this, ladybug, but you
have it bad for me.”

We spend the remainder of the day talking
and enjoying one another. Swimming, fishing, talking and laughing. Making love
in the water and on the deck, the late summer sunshine warming our skin. Since
we’re alone, clothes seem superfluous. Spending an entire day with a view and
access to these sexy wet men definitely makes my list of beautiful, life
affirming experiences. The things that make all the suffering and trials of
life worth the trouble.

For a few precious hours, I’m able to let
go of the fear and sadness that’s been crushing me. Maybe Jon really does just
want to see Carson. As much as I despise the thought, perhaps I can compromise
and he’ll keep his mouth shut. I feel a tiny flutter of hope that I can hang
onto the love I’ve spent the day basking in so happily.

It’s late evening when we return home to
find Jon and Carson playing cornhole while Gary lounges at the patio table,
sipping a drink. He tips me a wink. “All good, here, Abs.” He grins, showing
his stunningly white teeth.

“Thank you, Gary,” I reply gratefully.
“I’d ask you to stay for dinner, but I have no idea what we’re doing yet.
Tomorrow night? Lasagna?”

“Don’t tease me, girl.” His laugh rings
out, smooth and deep.

“Six o’clock.”

“I’ll be here.”

Joseph and Airen look on as I approach
Jon. “I’d like to speak to you alone after your game.”

He smirks. “Okay.”

“I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I’ve
never needed a shower so badly, and I wonder vaguely if he can smell Airen and
Joseph on me. I sure can. I leave him and Carson to their game. Airen and
Joseph follow me into the bedroom, Airen right into the shower.

“Why do you want to be alone with him?” he
demands.

“To discuss his intentions when it comes
to Carson.”

“I can stay with you.”

“No, I don’t want him to put on a show for
you or Joseph. I want a conversation, not a pissing contest.”

“Talk to him out front, and I’ll stay on
the porch,” he suggests.

“You don’t trust me with him?” I ask
quietly.

His hands travel over my wet shoulders.
“Of course I do, darlin’. I don’t trust him, especially after your reaction
when he first showed up.”