GladYouCame (20 page)

The knowledge tugged him from the edge of oblivion.

Still seated inside her, Dade stood. Her body was loose and
warm, conforming to him as he wrapped his arms around her. His lungs burned and
he breathed deeply a few times to right his world.

“Genie?”

She nodded, her eyes unfocused. He flipped open the buckle
at her throat, releasing the catch. After removing the gag, he pressed his lips
to hers, his heart leaping as her mouth opened for him, greedy. As he kissed
her, he ran his thumb over the ragged edges of the teeth marks she’d left on
the gag clutched his hand.

So much for the new toy.

When he broke away, her eyes still held a glazed cast. She
still hadn’t recovered from the orgasm. That was fine. He needed a few minutes
to get his bearings. “I’m going to take care of Tony now.”

Her lips pulled down into a sexy pout. “But you didn’t get
off.”

He inhaled sharply when she reached between their bodies and
tugged the condom off. The warm, inviting cavern of her fist was a poor
substitute for her cunt or Tony’s ass. He could stay here and slowly draw
himself in and out of her clenched hand but it wasn’t what any of them desired.

“Caring subbie. There are times I feel as though I don’t
deserve either of you. Most of the time, I’m sure I don’t.” He kissed her
again, sweeping up her body so he could hold her close while he ravished her
mouth. “Don’t you worry about me.”

“I always worry about you both. My sweet, wonderful men.”

“And I need to go take care of our man now.”

Genevieve dropped back onto the table, stretching out with a
sly smile. “Dinner and an orgasm followed by a show. Bliss.”

Turning, Dade faced Tony. The atmosphere of the room grew
charged again. The kneeling man met his gaze. A challenge. Tony would submit,
but on his own terms. Fair enough. Dade didn’t need for a sub to bow their
head. He preferred other means of allowing them to display their obedience. Of
showing their respect. Ryan had always been the one who was more adept as such
high protocol.

Sir. Master. Two safe words.

Safe words were just as important to Dade, but he didn’t
feel the need to have more than one. Ryan still fancied the ways of the old
guard. But Dade was glad that someone in their tightknit group like the
tradition.

Dade stepped behind Tony, brushing his fingers against
Tony’s sturdy shoulders. Tension boiled under the surface. “Nearly ready to
blow, aren’t you?”

Tony shook his head. Defiant.

Dade knelt, pressing his still erect cock against Tony’s
hip. “You approach your submission much like your domination. Slow. Precise.
Controlled. I’m going to break through your control.”

“Go ahead and try.”

More challenge.

Delightful.

“I have several times already. And I’d do it again.”

As Dade released the straps, the arm binder fell away. He
waited. Testing. Tony’s fingers flinched, palms probably itching to take
himself in hand and jack away the erection that had his cock straining toward
his abdomen.

Dade had seen glimmers of Tony’s control falter. Tony wanted
to give up the power. But he held back. More than likely afraid that sort of
surrender would somehow affect his dominance. That Genevieve would see her Dom
in a different light.

But Dade knew that wasn’t the case.

Submitting would actually enhance Tony’s dominant nature.
Tony probably thought he understood Genevieve’s submission, understood every
nuance down to the finest detail.

Dade was out to prove him wrong.

Dade reached into his bag, pulling out a tube of lubricant
and a custom item he’d spent hours working on at the workshop. The base of the
piece flared wide, providing the weight Dade intended. He placed the glass on
the floor, the rounded tip brushing against Tony’s flesh.

Dade brushed his lips between Tony’s shoulder blades. “Easy.
Just getting ready.” He prepared the toy as he saw fit, adding an extra dollop
of fluid to the tip for easy entry. Fingers slick with the lubricant, he
brushed against Tony’s anus. One finger slipped in smoothly.

Then two.

Three.

A shudder racked through Tony’s body, a hungry sound ripping
free as Dade used a corkscrewing motion against the tight ring of muscles. Dade
took his time exploring, working his fingers in and out.

A low growl of pleasure accompanied each movement.

“You are so tight.” Dade stroked in, brushing the pads of
his fingers against Tony’s sweet spot. “So fucking tight. I’m going to enjoy
sliding here, stroking here, fucking you so hard every time you sit down
tomorrow you’ll say my name.”

Tony hissed as Dade placed the tip of the glass dildo where
his fingers had been. Shifting his handhold, he pushed on Tony’s shoulders,
holding him firmly so he had nowhere to go but down.

A ragged groan spilled from Tony as the glass slid inside
him. The diameter of the item kept Tony wide open, offering no relief unlike
the graduated balls Dade had once used on Genevieve. The heavy weight of the
object also meant Dade’s hands were free to roam.

It gave Tony some of the control he wanted—or at least the
illusion.

A quiet sigh spilled from Genevieve, a sign she was enjoying
the play between the two men. As Dade wrapped his hand around Tony’s cock and
slowly began to pump, his gaze lifted. Genevieve had propped herself up on one
arm, and was playing with the swell of one breast.

Amusement and heat glittered in her eyes.

“Go on, Genie. Give yourself pleasure. Show Tony much how
much you enjoy watching us.” Before he could finish, she closed her fingers
around one taut nipple. She tugged and pulled, rolling the bud between her
thumb and finger. Her other hand dipped between her legs, toying with the hard
nub. She circled and slid her finger against the slick flesh, lofting herself
higher while watching.

“So beautiful.” He nipped at Tony’s earlobe, swiping his
tongue against the heated area to soothe away some of the pain. “You are as
well. Watching you unravel one thread at a time is a masterpiece.”

Tony slid fully onto the toy, his muscles shaking as he
fought his body’s natural instinct to come. Dade shifted his hold, tugging on
Tony’s testicles. Tony jerked, a sharp cry wrenching from him.

“Please let me come.”

Dade pressed against Tony’s heated flesh, playing his
fingers over the tempting swell of Tony’s ass. “I never told you that you
couldn’t.” Tony gasped. “Stunning realization, isn’t it? Begging for something
you were never denied. Keep going. No need to stop now. But now I’m telling you
that you can’t come. Not yet.”

Tony slid slowly down on the glass, a long drawn out move
that matched the slow, sweeping groan he gave as the toy disappeared fully
inside him. Dade began to vary the pressure of his hand with each stroke. Tony
wasn’t going to last much longer under this treatment.

“Genie, come here. See how hard he is? Give Tony that pretty
little cunt of yours.” Genevieve was across the room and on her knees before
Dade could blink. “Anxious subbie, aren’t you?”

She nodded, glancing over her shoulder. She caught her lip
between her teeth as she wiggled her bottom. A flare of lust burned through
Dade and he slapped her ass with a loud crack. Her gasp echoed through the
space as her creamy skin gave way to a flushed red handprint.

“Look at her. So beautiful. Can you smell how sweet she is?
How excited she became when I hit her?” Tony grunted as he drove down onto the
glass, his gaze arrowing in on the mark darkening his wife’s cheek and the pink
glistening folds of her pussy.
If only Tony could see himself right now,
dear god, he’s fucking magnificent.
Dade knew Tony was holding on by a thin
thread, quickly sliding in the realm of where he would start fucking Genevieve
like a rutting beast the moment he slammed inside her.

He liked seeing Tony out of control.

Frayed at the edges.

Undone.

The careful and patient Dom could be shaken after all.

“She needs to come, Tony. Can you give her what she needs
while I give you what you need?” Tony growled, a low, feral sound that struck a
chord deep inside Dade.
Perfect
. “Just a few minutes longer.”

Dade tipped the glass piece out of the way. After donning
another condom, Dade spread Tony’s ass with his thumbs and nudged at the pucker
with the head of his cock. Well lubricated and relaxed, Tony easily accepted
him. A tight hiss scored through Dade as he pushed through the excruciating
heat.

Once he was seated fully inside, Dade cupped Tony’s body,
resting his chin on Tony’s shoulder. As they both gazed at Genevieve, Dade
slipped his tongue out and licked the column of Tony’s throat. “Tell her to
come join us. Let me watch you fill her up just like I’m filling you up.”

“Come here,
a thaisce
.”

On her hands and knees, Genevieve backed against Tony, his
hard cock thrusting inside her in one smooth stroke. Both men moaned as the
movement drew Dade’s cock even deeper, his balls lightly slapping against
Tony’s ass. Clamping his hands around Tony’s waist, Dade held himself against
Tony as they moved as one to drive into Genevieve. Dade wrapped his hand around
Tony’s throat, pulling him close as he thrust deep.

“This what you wanted all along, isn’t it? You wanted to fuck
your wife while someone else fucked you.”

“Yes.” Tony swallowed, his throat working against Dade’s
palm.

“And does it meet your expectations? Approached the high
standard you purposefully set?” When Tony was silent, Dade pulled his hips
back, withdrawing completely. He nudged Tony’s anus with the crown of his dick.
“Answer me.”

“No.”

“And why is that?”

Tony’s throat worked again. “Want to fuck you both.” His
body trembled, muscles tight with tension. “Need to fuck you both.”

“Have you earned the right?”

“Yes.”

“Good subbie.” Tony’s hips shifted back, his ass cheeks
flexing and working as he drove onto Dade’s cock. Tony inhaled once, twice,
three times before leveraging forward to drive into Genevieve and disappear
into her glistening heat. “Yes, that’s good. Fuck us both. Find your pleasure
by giving us pleasure.”

Tony began rocking his hips, thrusting himself back onto
Dade’s erection before he shifted his momentum forward into Genevieve’s cunt.
Dade wrapped his hands around Tony’s shoulders, holding on for balance. An
anchor against the wild desire raging inside him like a living, breathing thing
that was trying to claw its way free.

Lust tore through Dade, his thighs shaking as his balls
lifted. Tony’s body drew tight as his strokes increased. Knowing release was
imminent, Dade wrapped his hand around Tony’s chin and tilted his face back
toward his. Tony’s breath caught as his body went rigid. Dade clamped his mouth
over Tony’s, catching his scream as the wailing sound of orgasm slid down
Dade’s throat.

Genevieve’s frantic howl of release bounced off the wall,
skittering over Dade’s veins. Now that his submissives had found pleasure, he
could take his. Lust boiled in his testicles. The tight fist of an orgasm like
he’d never experienced punched through him as he drove hard into Tony’s ass.
His cock swelled, his release exploding through him as he growled and clamped
his teeth down on Tony’s shoulder.

Tony gasped, then hissed and thrust his hips back to drive
Dade deeper. Long moments drew out, altering time. Dade canted to the side,
catching himself with one hand on the floor as his body succumbed to one of the
most intense releases he’d ever had.

A soft, feminine hand stroked his shoulder as she knelt
beside where Dade still held Tony in his arms. She touched Tony’s cock,
gathering the wetness that had collected on the tip. She raised her fingers to
her mouth, but Dade reached out and snagged them, his tongue flicking out once
before taking two of her fingers into his mouth.

Tony’s mouth pressed against his jaw as Dade sucked on
Genevieve’s fingers. “He’s tasting you, love.”

“No. He’s tasting
us
. Because he needs us both. Same
as you do. Same as I do.” Dade nodded, pulling them both tightly against him.

“I do.” He kissed Genevieve first, then Tony, tasting their
unique blend. “So much. I hadn’t realized until now how much of a unit we’ve
become.”

“We have.”

“I’m sorry.” Dade pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead.

“What for?”

“Barging into you lives. Into your relationship. Your
marriage.”

“We’re better because you’re here.” Genevieve nuzzled his
neck while Tony grazed his lips over Dade’s jaw. “We’re glad you came, Dade.”

“You make us better. You remind us love and marriage isn’t
just a house, or actions people go through after signing a certificate. You
remind us why we fell in love in the first place. We love you, Dade. Don’t be
afraid to love us in return.”

“Sometimes I wonder what I’ve done to deserve you both.”

“Exist?”

Utterly exhausted, Tony and Genevieve curled against his
body and fell into a satisfied sleep. But he couldn’t rest. Couldn’t get his
mind to stop spinning.

Dade was afraid he was going to fuck up this family too.

Tony pushed open the door to his favorite watering hole and
inhaled the strong aroma of cigarettes, beer and sweat. Brogans was almost as
much of a home to him as the comic book store.

“Yo, Fitz!” Sam offered a hand. Big and barrel chested,
Beckett “Sam” Flynn was right at home behind the bar of his sports pub. Like
Genevieve, Sam had found a way to cater to the local and tourist alike.

“How’s business?”

“Booming. And I’d say the same goes for your wife. Kid seems
really happy working for Gen. Says getting the job is a dream come true. Most
of her friends are still looking for work. So thanks.”

“Hey, don’t thank me. Tessa has talent up the wazoo from
what Gen says. Kid of yours is going somewhere.”

A horrified expression tightened Sam’s features. “Not too
far I hope.”

“Careful, Flynn. Your overprotective dad streak is showing.”

His frown deepened. “James called last week. Keeps trying to
make contact with her. She doesn’t want anything to do with him.”

Tessa’s birth father was always a sore subject for Sam. He’d
taken in his younger brother’s daughter when James had been too caught up in
his own life to bother. Kid had been so malnourished and sickly when she’d come
to Gatlin Falls, it was a wonder she was even still alive. “Can you blame her?
Dude was too wrapped up in his own head to even attempt raising a daughter.
Damn good thing she had you and Ryan.”

“Yeah, I know. He wants something—just can’t figure out
what.”

“Think he’s gotten his shit together?”

“James never has and never will have his shit together. Too
busy with his nose stuck in a sketch book. She’s old enough to make her own
choices and all, but—”

“There he goes again, worrying about things he can’t
control.” Anne Kyle, the bartender Sam had hired several years ago to help out
when Tessa had gone to college, squeezed in front of Sam to grab a pitcher. Her
flame red hair sparked in the bar lighting. The bow she’d pulled some of her
hair back with matched her neon pink knee-hi socks.

“Yes, Anne, you’ve made your opinion known on the subject
quiet clear. Repeatedly.”

Tension rippled in the air between the two. Tony wondered if
there wasn’t something more going on. Sam was normally a quiet guy. The total
opposite of Ryan’s outspoken nature. While Ryan had once chosen a life that had
allowed him to go traipsing all over the world with his band, Sam had put down
roots and opened the pub.

The exuberance Anne exhibited didn’t seem to be the sort of
thing Sam would go for, but stranger things had happened. With his daughter out
in the world, Sam may have thought about looking for love.

“Gotta say I agree with her.”

“You’re not helping matters, Fitz.” Sam tossed a scowl
Tony’s way.

“I’m here to drink, not wax philosophical. That is Dade’s
game. Not mine.”

“Speaking of.” Anne hunched over the bar, folding her arms
in front of her. The low cut of her shirt left nothing to the imagination. Anne
certainly wasn’t shy. “Haven’t seen my favorite customer in a while. You?”

“Yeah.”
Boy have I.
“He’s around. Been working on the
rebuild on the west side of town.”

“Oh that’s right. That warehouse.” She leaned closer,
delight skipping through her eyes. “So is it true what they say? That he’s
diddling your wife?”

Tony nearly spit out his beer. Instead, he swallowed
carefully, blinking a few times while Anne waited. “What?”

“Jesus, Anne. Don’t you have a filter?”

She rounded on Sam, hand on her hip. “Heard a couple of
women talking. Said they’d heard a rumor that this one here like to be tied up
while he watched someone fuck his wife.” She shrugged, pushing her long hair
off her shoulder. “Sounds absurd to me. So I just laughed it off as them spreading
shit ‘cause they’d worn out the batteries in their vibrators. Needed some way
to pass the time.”

“Go help the other customers and leave Tony alone.” Anne
stuck her tongue out and moved to the other end of the bar. Yeah, definitely
some sparks there. “She means well. Doesn’t know when to turn it off sometimes
though. Defense mechanism probably. Gotta deal with a lot of crap behind this
bar.”

“Yeah, bright and shining world of customer service is one
high class career.”

Sam flipped two mugs onto the bar. “Next few rounds are on
me.”

“Nah, it’s all right. I suspect there’s a lot being said
where Dade is involved. Especially after the warehouse burned down.”

Sam wiped his towel across the bar, leaving behind a streak
in its wake. He polished it carefully. His obvious love for the establishment
showed through each careful wipe. “Gotta say, I knew bits and pieces ‘cause of
my brother. Even I was surprised to hear some of the things that were found
during the investigation. Probably take a few years before the town stops
talking.” Sam slid a fresh beer toward him. “At least one round. Deal?”

“I’ll only turn down free beer so many times.” Tony made his
way through the tables, heading toward the back where he heard a loud commotion.
As he arrived, he found Mark and Cooper were involved in some kind of heated
argument.

“You’re insane, fart maggot.”

“I see we’ve reverted to the usual, friendly banter.”

Allison clicked her beer against his as he sat beside her. “The
eternal argument of who would win a Batman versus Superman throwdown.”

“Batman. Better toys. Vigilante justice.”

“Superman. Dude can fly.” Allison snorted. Mark and Cooper
continued, undeterred by Allison and Tony’s interjection. “How’s life treating
you?”

“Got free beer.”

“Bonus!” Their mugs clicked together again as they toasted.
“No new marks, I see.”

“None that are visible.” In truth, Tony didn’t have any
because the trio hadn’t seen each other much beyond a stolen kiss or two at the
house. Their passion and fire hadn’t banked, but time was certainly their
enemy.

The trip Dade was planning sounded better and better as the
days passed.

“Don’t worry. Allison has a few you can’t see either.”
Patrick slid his arm around her shoulder, pulling her tight against his chest.
“Isn’t that right?”

The change in her demeanor was immediate. Allison’s gaze
fell to the floor, her hands folding together in her lap as Patrick whispered
something in her ear. “Yes Sir.”

Once upon a time Tony would have chastised them. But now,
their play reminded him of what he had. Of how much he’d gained. And of what he
had to lose. With everything out in the open, he couldn’t ignore the fact
someone could very well end up hurt. But he was determined to see that didn’t
happen. In fact, he was prepared to do everything in his power to ensure none
of them faced anything like that.

Tony tilted his head toward Patrick, turning to give them a
few moments alone. From what he knew of the couple, they weren’t much into
being watched. Mark and Cooper were still embroiled in a lively conversation,
as were Beth, Ryan and Elena. Scott sat on the opposite side of the table, a
scowl darkening his features. The pensive and withdrawn appearance wasn’t
something Tony was accustomed to.

Standing, Tony decided to buy a round of beers and share
some small talk with his friend while he waited for Genevieve and Dade to
arrive. “What are you drinking, Scott? I’ll get this round.”

“So how does it feel?”

“Sorry, what?”

“I said—how does it feel? To watch another man fuck your
wife?” Conversation at the table ceased. All gazes turned toward Scott. “Do you
get off watching him stick his dick in the same cunt you fuck? Do you get off
on the humiliation?”

“Shut up, Scott.”

“No.” His flat, emotionless gaze flicked toward Allison, who
was all spit and fire once again. “Do you know how fucking hypocritical this asshole
is? He was the one who made fun and chastised you. Now he’s all high and mighty
on his throne. Like wanting to slap people around gives him the right to act
better than everyone else.”

“It’s not like that. Don’t criticize things you don’t
understand.”

Scott stood, his chair banging loudly against the wall as he
kicked it across the room. “I understand perfectly. You got married and turned
into a fucking pussy. You turned your back on your friends all because a woman
spread her legs for you.” Glass shattered as he tossed his mug across the room.
“And now you’re too busy sucking dick. Too busy getting your ass rimmed to
bother hanging out with your friends anymore. Even though we were here long
before they were.”

“Is that what you think? That I chose all this—that I woke
up one day and said to myself ‘Tony, why don’t you just sit back and watch some
dude drill your wife ‘cause that’d be pretty fucking awesome’. I tried to talk
to you years ago, man. And you wanted none of it. It was so much easier to
sweep it under the rug instead of realizing someone may actually be going
through some really serious shit they had no idea how to deal with.”

“You want serious shit?” Silver flashed as Scott drew out a
gun, pointing it at Patrick. Several women near the bar screamed. Tony, Ryan
and Patrick automatically moved together to form an impenetrable wall,
positioning the women behind them. “Allison ruined everything when she started
dating this asshole. She put ideas in your head, Tony. She corrupted you. We
were happy—the four of us. Then things got worse when that bitch of yours came
along.” Scott shifted his target, and Tony followed, stepping in front of
Genevieve as she entered the alcove.

“Get out, Gen.”

“No. She stays. They all stay. Because we’re all going to
have a little party. One last time.” Tony inhaled sharply when Scott pulled
something out of his pocket and slid it to the center of the table. While Tony
wasn’t an expert in such things, he had a pretty good idea the device sitting
in the middle of the table wasn’t a toy. And he bet there was enough explosive
in that rectangular package to blow Brogans—and everyone in it—sky high. “We’re
all going to pay for our sins.”

Staring down the barrel of the forty-five, Tony had never
felt calmer. The steadier he remained, the better chance he had of talking
Scott out of this madness. The lives of everyone he had ever cared
for—including Scott—were on the line. “Don’t do this. We can all sit down and
talk about things. Get everything out in the open on the table once and for
all. The beef you have with me isn’t worth taking out everyone in town.”

Scott gripped the gun harder, his hand steady on the
trigger. This guy wasn’t messing around. Tony wondered how he’d been so blind
to the rest of the world that he’d completely missed the fact Scott had gone
batshit insane.

“Don’t you understand? I have to. I can’t let you live like
this anymore. I can’t stand idly by and watch all of you destroy your lives.
None of you would listen to me before. So why should I listen to you now?”

Listen?

When had Scott spoken up and voiced his displeasure?

A lead weight settled in Tony’s gut. The vandalism that had
been running rampant in the town for the past few months. 616. The build site
for Sanctuary. Perfect Shot. The grille. The random acts made perfect sense and
now that he’d pieced them together, weren’t so random.

The incidents had all started around the time Dade had moved
into the house. They had escalated as Tony had missed gaming nights. Skipped
movie nights. Hanging out in the comic book store during off hours. All around
the time Dade had become a formidable force in Tony and Genevieve’s lives.

“We’ve all made our choices. I can’t ask you to accept the
paths that we’ve all chosen to take. But I can ask that you accept us. Me.”

“I can’t.” Scott flipped off the safety, the noise slicing
through the quiet. “And I won’t.”

Tony noticed movement behind Scott. His heart leapt into his
throat. He swallowed around it, knowing the time to remain calm was more
important now than ever. Dade stood in the shadows, listening. His gaze was
hard, staring razor-sharp daggers into the back of Scott’s skull. Tony hoped to
never be the object of that intensely focused rage.

A sharp agony-laced cry ripped through the air, followed by
the sound of chairs scraping over wood. Keeping one eye on Scott, Tony glanced
over his shoulder to see Elena gripping her round belly. Her eyes were wide as
her face drained of color.

“Her water just broke,” Beth offered, sliding Elena’s arm
around her shoulder as Allison grabbed Patrick’s chair and slid it toward them.
“It’ll be all right, sweetie. Just take it easy. Breathe slow and easy. You’ve
got two experts right here with you. You’re not going to go through this
alone.”

“Alex.” Elena hunched forward, her fingers white in Beth and
Allison’s hands. “He’s at the coffee house. Get him. Please.”

Patrick pulled out his cell, thumbing the number as Scott
directed the gun in his direction again. “Put the phone away.”

“I’ve got this.” Tony turned his body so if Scott fired, the
bullet would hit him instead. Full attention on the situation again, Tony
noticed Dade had started to advance. He glared, willing Dade to stay put. This
wasn’t the time to go into superhero mode. And if he didn’t like it, he could
stuff his cape where the sun didn’t shine. “She needs to get to the hospital,
Scott.”

“No. She stays right there. Everyone does. Put the phone
away, Patrick.”

Patrick shot an incensed glare Scott’s way. “Screw you and
your high horse. These babies have nothing to do with you and your fucked up
ideology of how people should live. I’m calling for the EMTs. If you have a
problem with it, you can shoot me after I finish.”

“Gladly.”

Desperation filled Tony. His protective instincts were
kicking into high gear the closer Dade crept toward Scott. “Let rescue come and
take her to the hospital. We’ll stay here with you. Talk this out. Get
everything out and in the open like I said. Don’t let something happen to her
or her children because you know as well as I do, that you’ll regret this for
the rest of your life.”