Broken Play, page 27
“Scoot closer to him,” I say, pulling out and moving her to where I want her so I can climb up on the sofa behind her. Skin to skin, her tight against my chest, I can feel how warm she is. The air is thick with all three of our sexual tension.
I grasp the low back of the couch, one hand on either side of Noah’s wide shoulders, and start fucking June again. Pushing her heaving chest into his face where he can easily latch on. One of June’s hands tangles in the back of his hair, keeping him where she wants him as the other comes up to tangle in my curls as well.
“June.”
Tilting her head up and to the side, her eyes flick between mine, searching for a sign of distress, I think. But I’m not distressed. Not at all. No, I don’t want less of this.
I want more.
“Drew,” she begins, but I steal whatever words she was about to say, tangling our mouths together. Her moan sounds as her body takes over all the work. She writhes between us, pushing herself up and down my dick.
“Keep looking at me,” I say after releasing her mouth. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes, please.” I thrust harder at her politeness.
“Noah, help her out.” June’s eyes glaze over slightly when Noah’s fingers find her clit, brushing my dick with each forward push. I don’t hate it. His touch doesn’t carry the same rough, calloused tips as my fingers do. They’re soft, like an extension of the tender folds of June’s cunt.
“Focus on Drew’s cock filling you up, June,” Noah says against the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. “Feel it in your ass every time he grinds against you. Imagine what it’s going to feel like when he shoves that big dick in there next time, instead of that tiny little plug.” His fingers vee down on either side of her opening, framing my cock as he thumbs her clit.
Fuck.
June explodes in an orgasm, her body losing all rhythm as she shudders through it with a hoarse cry. I don’t stop fucking, and Noah doesn’t stop the voodoo magic he’s currently performing with his fingers on both of us. He’s taken up residency there, cupping her, rubbing along my length, and fingering my balls.
God damn, I’m too close to coming. Thankfully, June’s made it through her first climax, collapsing on Noah and allowing me to find my composure outside of her.
“Come here,” I call as I fall back into the chair next to the sofa. I watch her make her way on weak legs, moving as quickly as she can manage, appreciating the expression on her face. The one that she always wears when she needs something from me, but I’m too far away. It eases as soon as she clasps the hand I reach out to her, pulling her onto my lap. “You okay, baby?”
“I am,” she says quietly, cupping my scruffy cheeks. “Are you okay?”
It’s so like her, to check in with me when she was the one who was just flooded with sensation. I’m so fucking in love with this woman. Sometimes, like now, it overwhelms me just how much. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her. I’d forgive her for anything. I’ll love her through Hell and back. I hate that I lost sight of that for as long as I did. Her walking into that hotel room, as horrible as it was, was the best thing that could have happened to me at that point in my lowly life.
June is my savior. My light. My soul’s other half. She’s the blood once again beating through my battered heart.
“I’m perfect, June.”
“Do you mean it? Truly?”
“Junie, yes. You coming for us like that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and we only just got started.”
“We did?”
“Mhm,” I hum, giving her a quick, reassuring kiss. “Right now, behind you, Noah’s getting naked. No, no, eyes on me, baby,” I say when she tries to turn around.
“Sorry, sorry.”
“Be patient. I’ll let you see his dick,” I say, laughing lightly. “First, you need to hop back on mine. Turn around, one leg hanging over each arm of the chair. Spread wide for Noah to see.”
Her eyes hood like she might be close to passing out, but she obeys as Noah comes to stand in front of us. He’s close, so close I can smell his aftershave. I’ve never had an attraction to men. I still don’t. It’s not that I want to fuck Noah Anders. Yet, something about this situation and all our smells swirling in the air… well, it’s fucking hot.
Squatting down in between my spread legs, Noah runs his hands up my thighs until they reach the apex. His touch is foreign, different from women. Yes, his hands are soft, but they’re firm, confident in ways no woman has ever touched me.
“I’m going to touch you now, Drew, then I’m going to taste your beautiful wife while you fuck her silly.”
“I was hoping for raw,” June teases.
Damn minx.
“Both,” Noah and I say in unison.
Then his hand is on my cock, guiding me to where June is open and ready. But before we get there, his thumb circles and swipes at the precum, causing a stuttering jerk from me.
“Lower down, June. Ride your husband’s thick cock.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she says as she stares down her own body, watching Noah’s ministrations. I can barely see Noah over June’s shoulder, but I don’t miss when he shoves his thumb, that thumb, into his mouth and sucks it clean.
The fuck?
“Are you bisexual?” I ask.
“I fuck people I want to fuck. I couldn’t care less which parts they’re working with.”
“You want to fuck me, Anders?” I wink at him.
“Only your mouth, so I don’t have to hear you speak anymore.” He laughs.
“Oh, God,” June groans, “somebody needs to fuck me if you two are going to keep talking like this.”
“Ride, baby,” I tell her in between kisses on her neck as I gather her hair up and out of her face. I pull it tight and wrap it around my fist so I can move her head where I want it, which right now is in the perfect spot for me to whisper in her ear. “Open your eyes, June. Watch Noah.”
“How is that so hot?”
I laugh again, because fuck if I know why women get off on guys stroking their own dicks.
“You like Noah’s dick, honey?”
“I like yours best,” she says as she grinds down on me.
“Correct answer,” I say to her. “Put your hands on him, June, and give him a sweet kiss.”
She wastes no time, batting Noah’s hands away so hers can take their place. I watch as she mimics the strokes he used until his hips begin moving with her. I’m sure she’s glad now that we didn’t take this off the table, as he thoroughly fucks her hands.
I guide her head forward as Noah leans over to kiss her. His moan brings my eyes up, only to find he’s watching me. He’s fucking her, kissing her, but keeping watch over me. Making sure I’m not freaking out. By the way she’s working him, he knows she’s not.
It’s all I need to know about who Noah Anders is as a man, and it’s nothing like the asshole I always believed him to be.
I wink and the slight tension at the corners of his eyes eases away. He deepens the kiss for a moment before pulling away.
“I’m close, Drew. Tell me where.”
“Tits. Junie, stick them out for him and don’t you dare stop bouncing on me.” I hold her hips, helping her keep the pace I like.
“Okay,” she says, leaning forward and pushing her chest out as Noah takes control by wrapping his hand around hers, guiding her just how he needs. “Come for us, Noah.”
Her words are all the gentle coaxing he needs.
“Fuck. Fucking hell,” he growls as he rises on his toes to rain cum down between their entwined fingers. Spurting it out over her nipples. “God, fuck.”
Moving one hand from her hip to her breast, I run my fingers through the mess he just made. Rubbing it in, kneading and pulling as I do. Noah’s head vanishes from view, dropping down to his knees. His mouth, his lips, his tongue all join in the fun where June and I are joined. He alternates attention between her clit and the base of my dick, until we’re both writhing like animals in heat.
So close, so close. We’re both so damned close. Her cunt squeezes me like a vice, my balls heavy with such desire to release.
“Come. Come now,” Noah bellows, hot breath fueling the friction of me fucking up into June.
We both shatter in a storm of moans and curses. Her hands reach above her to pull at my hair as her back bows up like she’s fucking possessed. To my surprise, I find one of my hands is twisted in her harness, the other holding Noah’s head to us, practically forcing him to continue playing us through our last note.
“Holy fucking shit,” I say when I remember how to form words. We both watch as Noah rises and dresses. He’s done by the time our heaving chests have calmed, June snuggled down in my lap, completely spent.
“How do you feel?” he asks June, standing in front of us and petting her head at a slow, steady pace.
“Fucking fantastic,” she says, still a little out of breath. I wrap my arms around her more tightly. Noah bends down and gives her a quick, deep kiss.
“And you? How do you feel?”
I think there is deeper meaning in his question to me, but there needn’t be.
“Fucking fantastic,” I parrot with a grin.
“Good, take care of each other.”
Before he leaves, he presses a slow peck on my lips, leaving me again without words.
24
JUNE
I startle awake to my phone buzzing beside my bed. Pulling my body into a full stretch that has me rubbing against Drew’s sleeping form, I feel every tight muscle. After Noah left last night, we showered together silently. Drew washed me tenderly, kissed me gently, and held me tightly as we both passed out wrapped in each other’s arms.
I’m sure we both meant to talk about the turn the night took, but sleep took us before we could. A tickle of apprehension plays at the back of my head, fear that maybe he regrets it. Conversation needs to happen first thing this morning, for sure.
My phone starts vibrating again. Picking it up, I see it’s too early for anyone to be calling, including Leighton.
I answer it quietly, hoping not to wake the giant beside me just yet.
“Hey, Love. Everything okay?”
“No. That bitch tried to sell you out.”
“What do you mean?”
“Billy, that guy I worked with at the station in California, works for a gossip rag now. Lorelai contacted them, trying to sell them an exposé as Drew’s mistress. He said they didn’t bite because she didn’t seem to know much more about you than what was public record and she wasn’t willing to talk about her relationship with Drew.”
“Probably afraid to break his non-disclosure,” I say.
“Likely. Anyway, I wanted you to know that she’s working that angle. Didn’t want you to be blindsided if someone does pick up her story. It’s unlikely, though. Billy works for the worst. If they won’t touch it, nobody will.”
“Thanks, Love. I’ll be fine, whatever happens there,” I reassure her.
“Okay, love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Months ago, this news would have been harder for me to absorb. A bigger pill to swallow. It’s one thing to publish your own life story, but what a cruel betrayal for anyone else to think they have that right. Especially someone who was not even part of the tale to begin with.
We weren’t friends then. She was one of Drew’s clingers. His biggest, taking everything I know now into account. She’d only know whatever he told her. Which wouldn’t be much. He’s not a sharer.
Starting the pot of coffee, I try to come up with all the things she hopes to get out of this. Assuming her biggest prize would be Drew… she’d never win him by attacking me or going public with anything about us. Or him. She’d know that unless she’s completely unhinged. Strong possibility, that.
I let the coffee brew and walk back to the bedroom. Drew is still fast asleep, his body sprawled out and taking up three-quarters of the bed. He sleeps hot, the blankets pushed off and the sheet barely covering his morning stiffy.
Taking a few moments more to myself, I take him in. A dark curl falls over one eye. Scruff covers his jaw and upper lip; he forgoes daily shaving in the off season, and I’ve always loved it. The feel of it scratching my skin.
The sheet barely covers any of him, just a portion below his waist, as if it’s desperately trying to keep some sense of modesty while he slumbers. I’ve never known Drew not to be in top shape. He’s a fine-honed machine. Yet, since I moved to New Orleans, his physique has changed. Most probably wouldn’t recognize the subtle differences, but I do. I noticed that night back home in Seattle. Even since then he’s become more toned.
I still don’t forgive him. I still want him to suffer in little ways that don’t cause real harm but torment him all the same. Someday that want will fade. But not today.
Opening the side table drawer that is full of Leighton gifts, the same drawer Drew dug through yesterday to find the anal plug and lube, I grab the item I’m looking for. Then I crawl onto the bed and onto Drew. I curl my fingers into his and stretch our arms above his head.
“Mmm, good morning,” he mumbles with a one-sided smile.
“Good morning, husband,” I reply as I snap the ridiculous pink fuzzy handcuffs onto his wrist, then quickly attach them to one of the slats of the headboard.
“The fuck?” he asks, trying to sit up.
“Shh, don’t move. Just listen,” I whisper right above his lips.
“June?”
“Last night was amazing and I don’t regret it happening. I appreciate that you sacrificed a part of who you are to give that to me. But it doesn’t have to happen again. I don’t need every fantasy I have fulfilled. Do you understand?”
“Yes, but—”
“No,” I say, kissing him. “I’m not done. I need you to tell me how you feel about last night. Are you okay? Are we okay?”
There’s still a sleepy look on his face as he brushes hair out of my face with his free hand.
“We’re better than okay, June. I knew going into it that it would be hard letting him, anybody, touch you. And you him. But I gotta say, that bastard has some magical fuckery that calms me down. Makes him non-threatening, you know?”
“I know. I swear he’s a wizard,” I say, smiling.
“Besides he, I don’t know how to explain it. I guess he was good about keeping the attention on you but making sure I was never left out of what was happening between you two. Did you know he was pansexual?” he asks, his eyes a little clearer now.
“Nope, the subject never came up. Did you like it?” I don’t think Drew is into guys, but he didn’t seem to hate any of the things Noah did to him. Personally, I loved it. That, too, is probably because it was Noah and I trust him. If Drew had walked through the door with another woman and she touched him the way Noah did, I would have had a breakdown. But Noah enjoying Drew’s body along with me didn’t give me any anxiety.
The flip side of this is why I’m worried about Drew now. Because if a woman touched me, kissed me, helped get me off—that likely wouldn’t feel weird to him. Me jacking off another guy… well, that needs to be discussed.
“I didn’t hate it. It’s not something I’d seek out. I’m not attracted to Noah. I don’t want to fuck him or anything. But it felt good, so I’m not going to question it.”
“You don’t want him to suck your cock, Drew?” I tease him with a kiss under his chin.
“Mmm, no, I want you to.”
“I have other plans,” I whisper in his ear after trailing kisses along his jaw. “First, I want to tell you something.”
I sit up, still straddling his waist, his hardening cock nestled between my ass cheeks as he wiggles to get comfortable.
“I see the work you’ve been putting in, both physically and mentally. I see you, baby. And I’m proud of you.”
“Junie.” His voice comes out a little pained and my heart breaks for him. He didn’t grow up with that type of praise. It’s difficult for him to hear it still. “You don’t have to say that. I get that I’m beyond redemption, no matter how much work I put in.”
“Drew, no,” I say, placing my hands on his chest. “I don’t believe anyone is beyond redemption. It’s not like you killed a man. You fucked up. You broke my heart. That doesn’t mean that I don’t see how hard you’re trying to piece it back together. Forgiveness hasn’t come yet, but I love you enough to keep working on that, while we keep working on us.”
His eyes close and his body sinks down into the mattress.
“You haven’t said,” he mouths quietly.
“What?”
“You haven’t said you love me in so long, I started to believe I’d never hear it again.” He doesn’t open his eyes. Instead, he shuts them tighter, as if afraid I’ll snatch my words back away from him.
I’ve said so many times these past months that I hate him. Hell, I did in those moments. Though, I wouldn’t have been able to feel such strong emotions if I didn’t also feel the love. I would have just been indifferent.
I was anything but that.
“Drew, look at me.” It takes a moment for him to work himself up to it. “I love you. I never stopped. I never will. I’ll love you forever. I’ll love you through it all.”
“Fuck, Junie. Fuck,” he says, relief and tears flooding his eyes. One leaks out to trail down the side of his beautiful face. I lean down and kiss it away. “Uncuff me so I can hold you.”
“No. One more thing.”
He raises an eyebrow in question.
“Lorelai is shopping the tabloids, trying to sell a story.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he yells as he wraps his free arm around me and once again, tries to sit up. “Fuck, June. Uncuff me. I’m going to fucking murder her.”
“Baby, no.” I curl my body around his as best as I can while he struggles. “This is why you’re cuffed. Calm down and listen to me.”
His body deflates, but his eyes are a swirling mass of wanton anger.
“Why are you so calm?”
“Because Leighton said it’s unlikely anyone will buy it. She doesn’t have anything juicy to say. That’s not my problem this morning,” I tell him calmly.
