Page 2 of Triple Puck Valentines

“Here.” Another bottle smacks into my hand. This one I sip.

“I’ll go outside and help Jesse on his piece-of-shit truck. I don’t know why he doesn’t get rid of that and buy new. Not like he can’t afford it. Sentimental asshole.”

Alone again with my thoughts. Thoughts I don’t want. Feelings that eat at me. Regret, regret that I’m so different from my family. The only blood family I have left. The people I live with are the family of my heart. The ones I would die for, and that’s the kicker. I don’t want to go back, but guilt. That’s it. The guilt. Gnaws on my insides until they feel like a gooey mess.

I lean forward and punch a button on the remote control for the tv. The screen lights up and Family Brawl starts shouting insults at each other. Figures, that’s the show that comes on.

A woman shoves a man back. Her husband maybe. Another woman slaps the first woman across the face. I don’t even care who either one is. This show is stupid enough to catch my interest for now.

“Ordered the pizza. Should be here soon. Got two so your three big asses have enough to eat, and I get some.” Her laugh warms my soul like nothing else can. Her laugh is a cozy fireplace. Warm chocolate chip cookies on a cold night. Her laugh is home.

Kat’s soft body slips against me, her hand rests on my chest, head on my shoulder. From a distance I hear Abel and Jesse argue and work on his old truck.

Her lips touch my cheek and goosebumps shiver over my skin like little hills. Feels so good. I turn my head, our lips meet in a grinding kiss of pure need. She knows I want her. Want everything from her. Tremors rack her body, her desire teases moans, my mouth takes her breaths into mine. My fingers twitch to touch her skin. Merge our bodies and our minds. Forever.

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KATRINA

Iroll over, the pads of my fingertips roam over the skin of his defined chest. The sex we just had was amazing as usual. Mind shattering. Body imploding.

The tips of his fingers stroke my nipple. The callouses rough and coarse over the sensitive nip. I reach my hands out to grip Hutch’s shoulders tugging him back down to me. He plasters his lips onto mine, I open my mouth, thrusting my tongue, attacking his, a fight to dominate him. He releases control to me, letting me lead, my leg twists around his until he lets me flip us with me on top.

I know he’s giving me the power for now. But I can’t wait until he takes it back. He always makes it glorious. Takes us to the next level. I don’t want him to forget me or us while he’s gone for however long he will be.

My heart fills to overflowing with the love I feel. How I’m going to handle being away from him I have no idea. Yes, I have Abel and Jesse, but we are a team, the four of us. The love rises to swell. A deluge that threatens to flood Niagara Falls.

I rub my pussy against his cock, his cobalt eyes narrowed to slits burned into mine, a flame that wouldn’t go out, his arms crossed behind his head. His face is tight with fettered passion, feral in his attempt to hold back. Nostrils flare like a bull ready to pounce. The spark in his eyes promises of pleasures yet to come. Pleasures that I can’t wait to bring out.

He grunts at my particular movement of circling myself against him, pressing hard onto his dick. Hutch’s upper body lifts from the bed, grasps my breasts, massaging one and bringing the other to the warm depths of his mouth.

Pants escape my lips. My breaths heavy and fast, he swirls his tongue around my nipple. I press down on his erection making him thrown his head back with a groan.

I’m glad I’m taking his mind off his problems for the night. His plane leaves early in the morning. His leaving is going to be hard for me. The four of us haven’t been apart for any length of time since we came together. That’s why his being away for months will be impossible for me.

He makes a shift with his hips spearing me with his cock, slipping inside with me wet with his cum, my head falls to my chest, my eyes tightly closed. He thrusts harder, his heavy cock harder inside of me. I grasp at his shoulders digging my fingernails into his flesh, whimpering and gasping. Hutch knows how hard I like it.

I slide my hands down from his shoulders to his biceps, biceps so large my hand can’t reach around. He has the biggest and sexiest arms I’ve ever seen in a man.

My body is yanked down, our mouths meet in bruising kisses, his tongue fucking me hard like he fucks my cunt. His thrusts get rougher, more frantic, our moans and groans fill the room to the wet sounds of our skin slapping together. I’m frantic for the release that hangs right out of reach. I can feel it. Hutch wraps his arms around me, twists us until he is on top again. He hits all the right spots in a different way. He grabs handfuls of my hips and ass.

Sparks fly under my eyelids, heat flares between us, he pounds me into the bed, his thrusts wild, trying to pound our release into us. Savage. Beastly. The bed creaks threatening to break at his primal assaults.

I’m not sure how much more I can take without breaking. Sweat pours off my body, a chill from the room combats with the inferno happening in my body. I collapse with a cry, my body shaking, the orgasm the most intense ever.

We’ve been together three months. The four of us. Tears fill my eyes even as he continues to smack into me searching for his own release. His face tight and feral. I grasp the back of his head, push him into my breast, he willingly takes me between his lips. Suckling, his body slaps into mine, he bites down gently onto my nipple.

I thrust my hips back into his, a bolt of lightening strikes between our bodies, and he pulses into me. He undulates his hips onto mine and stills, his body heaves against me. Our breaths one, a frantic, melding kiss between us.

His head hovers over mine, crashes his lips onto mine, tongue digging deep like I’m a five star meal he can’t get enough of. Like he’s a starving man on a desert island. He makes me dizzy with his kisses. I feel transcendent. Floating in the orgasmic bliss of his love.

I plop my head back onto the pillow, a good exhaustion. Actually a great exhaustion, pulls a grin across my face. Hutch leans forward, his forehead rests against mine. We make a good team. Whether it’s two of us together, or all of us together. We’re it.

“I’m going to miss you so much.” His deep voice whispers in my ear. His tongue licks around the outside, shivers of desire course along the nerve endings of my body. This man. What he can do to me.

“You’re not going to miss me because I’m going with.” With that bomb dropped I wait for his reaction. Three. Two. One.

“What?” His voice is flat in his confusion. “I don’t understand.”

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