Page 53 of Fearless
When Jandro’s mouth and hands pulled away from me, leaving me unsatisfied and empty, I moaned around Reaper’s dick, arching my back higher with need. Over my sucking and slurping, I thought I heard an amused chuckle behind me. Then he slammed into me and I screamed at the sudden fullness, my mouth still stuffed.
“Oh yeah, fuck her like that. She loves it.” Reaper brought a hand down to my breasts, pinching one nipple in place as Jandro rocked me back and forth with his thrusts.
He wasn’t sweet and romantic anymore. He held my hips and fucked me hard, grunting like an animal with the occasional slap to my ass. He was nothing like this our first night together. I’d never seen this side of Jandro before and didn’t know it existed. And Reaper was right. I fucking loved it.
Tingles turned to sparks inside me, climbing higher at a pace too fast for me to catch up. When Reaper stiffened and spilled his salty release in my mouth with a heavy groan, his pleasure sent me hurtling over my own peak.
Sparks roared into a blazing inferno, electricity and heat wringing through me in release so hard I could barely breathe. Jandro slammed into me with a final deep thrust, following my crash with his own.
When the world came slowly back into focus, I was sandwiched between two hard, spent bodies. All three of us were slick with sweat but no one seemed to care. I ended up on my side, my head nuzzled in the center of Jandro’s chest. Reaper brushed a kiss along my back and spooned me from behind.
A smile grew on my face. These guys were the type to talk shit, tease and rib each other, compare dick sizes, all of that. And yet they snuggled and sighed contently in the same bed, the same cuddle pile. I just loved how normal and safe it felt.
Twenty-One
JANDRO
Ibrushed a piece of hair out of Mari’s face, utterly helpless to stop myself from looking at her. She drifted off to sleep for a moment, but Reaper and I remained alert. We had to leave for church soon.
He propped himself up on his elbow on the other side of her, hand resting on Mari’s side while I touched her hair.
“You can use my shower if you want,” he grunted out. “I made sure all the blood washed off the tile.”
I huffed out a soft laugh. “Thanks, bro. I appreciate you not kicking me straight out of your bed.”
“Why would I?” His gaze flicked down to the sleeping woman between us. “Look at her. She’d be so fucking pissed if I kicked you out.”
That was what I had to remember. The only reason I was in his bed at all was because of this gorgeous woman who somehow captured his heart and mine. Not only that, she cared enough not to crush those beating organs in her adorable little fists. This was all for her. Reaper and I were two completely different men and yet we found one person perfect for both of us.
Finding one partner to spend your life with was rare enough. Adding in more people and having it just feelrightbetween everyone? The odds had to be astronomical. Being involved with Reaper and Mari like this made me appreciate what I saw between Reap’s parents when we were kids.
His mom was openly affectionate with all three of his fathers. It weirded me out a little back then, but nowhere near as much as my Catholic aunt. We’d be leaving the flea market after she bought jewelry from Reaper’s mom, who we witnessed kissing three men one right after the other, and Tia Ana would pull out her rosary and start mumbling prayers. She thought the poor woman had been lured into sin by the devil, but little did she know that Reaper’s mom had the lion’s share of the power in the relationship.
Reaper explained more of it to me later as we got older, but nothing could’ve prepared me for experiencing this myself. It felt...oddly normal. We were just two guys who wanted to make one woman happy, because she madeushappy.
“Fuck,” I breathed, tracing a finger lightly over Mari’s cheek.
“Hm?” Reaper grunted.
“This is just…nice, dude.” I kept my voice low to avoid waking her.
Reaper made a sound like he was about to bust my balls for being sappy, but he stretched his arm out instead and let his head flop down to the pillow.
“I’ve never had anything like this with anyone,” he muttered, running his fingers lightly over her waist. “Everything about her is just so damn good…I’m scared to death of something bad happening.”
I looked at him, surprised. It was probably the first time I heard Reaper admit to being scared of anything.
“We won’t let anything happen,” I told him. “If you drop the ball, I pick it up and vice versa. That’s how we’ve always been, Reap. Nothing will happen as long as she’s got us. And,” I looked back down at her with a sigh, “who knows how many more poor bastards she’ll put under her spell. She could end up with a whole army to defend her.”
“Two more,” Reaper muttered. “Four total.”
“Yeah? Not a bad guess.”
He didn’t respond to that. The next sound came from a pair of lips brushing against my chest.
“Please keep talking. I’m loving this conversation.”
“You little shit.” Reaper slapped Mari’s ass hard, making her shriek. “How long have you been awake?”
