Taken by Two (14 page)

The lights dimmed and the door locked, Nate stood over us. Rex pulled my mouth from his, pushing my face toward Nate’s. “Kiss,” he said, “I wanna watch.” Rex’s erection ground against me as my tongue found Nate’s. Our mouths never parted as Rex yanked roughly at my clothes in a desperate attempt to strip me. Nate’s agile fingers assisted him, and within minutes I was naked, my bare legs straddling Rex’s wide hips. Nate’s hands reached under my breasts, kneading them as he kissed me. Rex was insane with need—his hips bucking as his desperate cock sought my pussy.

“You’re torturing me!” His whiskey-laden breath was at my ear, his fingers trying to pull me from Nate’s kiss. I slid my lips from Nate’s and looked down at Rex. Tonight, for the first time, I wanted control. Both men were waffling with a big decision—a calculated, choreographed attempt at
more
. I, however, wanted to end the thinking and just become three people driven by insatiable, label-less, boundary-less passion for each other.

I pushed Rex back, purring, “You said you wanted to watch, big guy. You want to see Nate fuck me?” His hips rose up again as he hissed, “Yes!” Nate’s agile fingers found my nipples, giving them a harsh twist before pulling me up from Rex’s naked body. “On your knees, Penny,” Nate said, his voice rich with desire. I knelt on the floor in front of the sofa Rex was flopped across, his large hand slowly stroking his swollen cock. My eyes never left Rex’s as Nate stripped off his own clothes and positioned the head of his long cock at the soaked entrance of my pussy. “
Ah,
” I moaned as Nate entered me. The force of his thrusts caused my large breasts to sway from side to side, taunting Rex as he watched us fuck.

I wasn’t sure how much longer the inebriated Rex would be subdued into just watching, so I pushed back against Nate, meeting each thrust with a push of my hips onto him. “I want to watch you come, both of you,” Rex groaned, his own thick cock glistened at the tip. Nate’s hand reached around to stroke my clit as he fucked me, the clenching of my pussy against his throbbing cock milking him to an explosion deep inside me.

When I recovered from the force of my own climax, I crawled toward Rex with Nate still pulsing inside me. My tongue sought his heavy balls, teasing them as I licked up and down. “You’re killing me,” Rex groaned, his hands wrapped around the back of my head. “You want to come in my mouth?” I teased, flicking the barbell piercing on the underside of his cock. “Yes,” he groaned. “Can Nathaniel help?” I asked, nervous I was pushing him too far. “
Yes, just…please…
”

Nate slid out of me and crawled up in front of the sofa, hovering over Rex’s hardness as I massaged Rex’s shaft with my tongue. I licked up and down Rex’s length, toying with the metal pierced into his shaft, purposefully keeping him on the edge. I wanted to tease him to the point that he’d explode with pleasure when Nate’s tongue decided to join in. Rex’s eyes closed as his legs braced—he couldn’t take much more. I nodded to Nate—he licked his lips, but hesitated. I wasn’t sure he’d go through with it, but in a sudden rush of sexual energy, his lips wrapped around the head of Rex’s cock, Nate’s cheeks hollowing as he sucked far too hard.
Clearly he’s never given head before
, I couldn’t help but think to myself.

Rex groaned, a half grunt, half growl, as Nate’s mouth pulled at him. My fingers found the seam rising from Rex’s hard sac, stroking as Nate found a rhythm, loosening his suction for an up an down motion. I let my own hungry tongue slide underneath Rex, and as I poked his salty skin, I felt the tension of his shuddering orgasm. By the time I looked up, I expected to find Nate’s mouth away from the ejaculating Rex, but instead he held on, sucking every drop of Rex’s seed into his worshipping mouth.

Rex was asleep when I leaned into Nate and asked, “Are you okay?” I knew Rex wasn’t the only one who would struggle from the new type of intimacy. “Yeah,” he smiled, licking his lips. “That was…different!” He laughed as we fell together. “Let’s get him into bed—have you ever dealt with a King Rex sized hangover before?” He shook his head as he pulled Rex up and leaned him over his shoulders, “Never.”

We slept that night as usual, intertwined limbs in a giant bed, tossing and turning in a perfect loving unison as the sun forced its way back to the sky.

I sat across from Nate in the large living room the next afternoon. I’d been working on Rex’s financials all morning long. Nate was right—Rex had plenty of money, but it wasn’t managed well and there was too much cash slipping through his fingers each month. When he asked me that morning to take a look at his numbers, I was honored. He trusted me, and more importantly, had confidence that I had the brainpower to help him out.

After lunch, however, I needed a break from staring at spreadsheets and bank statements, so I challenged Nate to a game of chess. His phone rang as my bishop moved in to check his queen, but he glanced at the screen and ignored it. “Ladies?” I joked. He laughed, his eyes glued to the chessboard. “None that could beat me at chess—you are smart as hell, Penny. Your father was an idiot to not put your brainpower to work. Nah, the call was from my dad. I don’t know why he bothers.”

“What if it’s an emergency?”

“Then he’ll leave a message or call Rex. In fact, he’ll probably call Rex anyway.”

“What does he…I mean, what does your dad think your relationship with Rex is exactly?”

He shrugged, his long fingers caressing his rook. “I don’t really care. Besides, I’m not sure I know myself.”

He placed the rook down and removed his fingers, leaning back in his leather wingchair in defeat.

“Checkmate. One more game?” He nodded and began to set up the board as Rex walked in, his expression grim. “Yeah, Al, I will—uh, no, I’ll work it out somehow. Take care of yourself.” Rex clicked the button to end the call on his phone and looked to Nate.

“How the fuck is
daddy
?” Nate asked through gritted teeth. “What does he want? Money?”

“No, man, uh…It’s your mother. Her cancer is back. They don’t—”

“What?” Nate stood up, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “She’s in remission, she’s going to be
fine
…” I stood up from my own chair and wrapped my arms around Nate’s waist—he was shaking. “Nathaniel, this time it’s serious. We need to get there ASAP.”

Nate shook his head, raking his hands through his wavy coppery brown hair. “This is just a ploy dad is using to get me to…” He sat back down into the chair, pulling me into his lap.

“I’m sorry, Nate, this time—he said she’s as sick as he’s ever seen her, and she’s calling for you and your sister.”

“Holy shit.” Nate wrapped his arms around me, squeezing so tightly I struggled to breathe.

“We’ll leave in a few hours. She’s at a hospital in Wilson. I think we can manage to fly in without attracting too much attention.”

“Wilson? They left her in the tiny fucking town’s hospital? Why didn’t they move her to Duke?”

“I don’t know. Let me have them get the plane ready to fly us into North Carolina.”

“I won’t leave Penny alone, it’s too dangerous,” Nate squeezed me even tighter.

I couldn’t speak. I lost my own mother, whom I adored, not more than a couple of years ago to heart disease.

“No, we’re not letting our girl out of our sight. I’ll whip up some fake paperwork. It wouldn’t pass the TSA, but it’ll look good enough for a local agent without the means or incentive to really check.”

I sat on Nate’s lap stunned. I was going back to the States. “Penny, go pack. Grab a suitcase out of my closet.” I nodded to Rex before leaning in to kiss Nate before he gave me a quick pat on the back to go. In my room, tossing clothes into one of Rex’s suitcases, the tears flowed down my cheeks. Rex wasn’t one to get excited over too much, but I knew him well enough to know that he was shaken, afraid for Nate.

“Hey Princess,” Rex said, walking in to my room and sitting in the chair in the corner. “It’s a big deal, isn’t it?” He glanced at the door before answering, “Yeah, sweetheart, she doesn’t have long left. We have to be there for him—he’s going to be battling all sorts of emotions. We can’t let him self-blame, or worse, relapse into addiction. Pick out a couple of conservative black dresses—I’ll hang them in the plane with our suits.”

My heart ached for Nate. This was the first time I’d been in love, and I never imagined the pain of watching someone you love hurt. “His dad isn’t a bad guy, is he?”

Rex shook his head, “No, he’s made some missteps, but who hasn’t? Nate wants someone to blame—he wants a villain to point the finger at. I’d give anything to have had a father like Al Slater instead of the sack of shit dickwad I spent my first ten years with.”

“Is he alive? Your father?”

“No, baby, he’s long since dead. Both of them—self-absorbed trash. Social Services took me when I was twelve—mother dearest died in a bar brawl a few months later.”

“Oh my God, that’s horrible.” I’d lived a privileged life, and despite not feeling loved by my father, I couldn’t imagine the trauma Rex suffered as a young child. “Were you adopted?”

“No, Penny, no one adopts twelve year old boys, and the State of New York makes a terrible parent. I bounced from foster home to foster home, some not bad, most horrific, until Evelyn noticed me in high school one afternoon.” He smiled at the memory. “We were in biology class—I was a good student. I knew it was my only chance to climb out of the shithole of my life. Evelyn, though…” He chuckled as he said, “She was a cute cheerleader, popular, but more interested in having a good time than studying. She was stuck during a lab and leaned over to me. ‘Roger, it’s Roger, right?’ she said. ‘Can you help me? I’ll take you out for a burger after school if you do…’ And from then on, much to the shock of the entire town, we were a couple. I ended up staying with her family the last two years of high school. No one ever loved me before Evelyn.”

The tears rushed up again—my heart broke for the two men I loved dearly. I wrapped my arms around him as he buried his face into my hair. “I love you, more than anything.” His large hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. “I love you too, Princess. You have no idea how much I need you.”

“Nate loves you, too.”

He nodded into my hair, nuzzled there to hide the emotion I knew he felt. “After she left me, she said she never loved me. That sent me into a self-destructive spiral.”

“People just say that stuff, she didn’t mean it.”

“I don’t know whether she did or not, but the idea of never being loved by
anyone
just broke me apart. I had good friends—you forge a strong bond with men you fight for your life with, but the kind of love…No, I never had it. Until Nate.”

I was anxious to hear how the relationship between the men had evolved into more than friendship, but Rex pulled back from my hair and leaned back. “That’s too long of a story for now, Princess. We really need to get going.”

“You’ll tell me though…?”

“Yeah, baby, I will. I’ll tell you all of it, and I’ll pray that you’ll still love me when my demons are dragged from the closet.”

The flight to North Carolina took forever. Normally, I’d have whined, but instead I sat by Nate’s side, holding his hand as we watched a comedy on the iPad—neither of us laughed. Rex, however, leaned back in one of the oversized leather chairs and slept. He could sleep anywhere, no matter what the circumstances around him. We made two fuel stops, and both times Rex nervously rushed out to greet the airport staff. At both stops, a customs agent boarded the plane. My heart lurched as the second agent spent more time, closely looking from me to the fake passport Rex made, but he nodded and smiled to us. “Welcome home,” he said as he stamped my fake passport, complete with several fake stamps detailing my entries and exits from South America. “I need to look in the cargo hold—just a formality, you know—coming from Colombia and all.” Rex nodded to the man, “Don’t I know it. Worked DEA shit for fifteen years.”

We were quickly cleared on our way, and we all breathed a sigh of relief. “We’re going to have to get your paperwork, babe. Is it in your penthouse?” I looked to Nate with a smile—I was happy anytime they reminded me that my life with them was permanent. “My passport and birth certificate are, yeah. What else do I need?”

Rex sat down across from us and fastened his seatbelt. “That’ll do for now—but once you’re out of danger, we’ll need to get you a visa.”

“And I’m sure daddy is worried…” Nate shot Rex an uncomfortable glance.

Early the next morning, we checked into two rooms at a semi-decent hotel close to the hospital in Nate’s hometown. Nate joked he got two rooms instead of three to keep them guessing who the couple was. We collapsed into a king sized bed in one of the rooms, fully clothed, and slept until the alarm went off.

As soon as we could, we headed to the hospital the next morning. Rex and I waited in the long, sterile hallway in plastic chairs as Nate hugged his sister and, much to our relief, his father. “I’m sorry, Dad, I-I didn’t know,” he said with tears floating in his steel-blue eyes. “You’re here son, that means the world to me. She wants to see you.” The three of them walked into the hospital room arm in arm.

I waited with Rex for over an hour. He rejected my offer to go get everyone coffee with a gruff, “You don’t leave my sight. Not even to take a shit, got it?”

“Romantic,” I replied with an eye roll.

“We took a huge risk leaving the compound with you. If anything happened to you…” He took a deep breath and walked to the windows at the end of the hall.

Nate’s mother, Nancy, continued to decline over the course of the week. The family sat by her side night and day, praying, begging, and pleading with God to save her. On Thursday afternoon, she died in her sleep at the young age of fifty-six. Nate was inconsolable as we held him in the chapel of the hospital, four loving arms wrapped around his tall, lean frame as he wept.

We managed to get him to eat only a few crackers that night before we went to sleep. The viewing was scheduled for the next afternoon, and the funeral the day after. I begged to be allowed to go, but both men insisted that I stay behind with Rex—there was too great a chance of pictures of me leaking out, putting all of us in danger. The media was already arriving to the small town and setting up news vans outside the hospital. The return of missing billionaire Nathaniel Slater wasn’t going to go unnoticed.

As was our routine, we went to bed curled up in front of the television, only this time, rather than me in the middle, Rex spooned up behind Nate and we both held him tight as he worked through the grief of losing a parent. While I dozed off to sleep with heavy eyelids, I heard Nate whisper to Rex, “Say it.” Rex moved toward him, but I kept my eyes shut to give them some space. “You know I do,” Rex’s deep voice said. “I need to hear it tonight, please.” Nate sounded broken, pained. “I love you, Nathaniel, you belong to me, forever.”

When I woke the next morning, the hot sun streaming through a crack in the vinyl curtain liner, I looked over to the men I loved. Nate’s head was on Rex’s sleeping chest, the same way I normally slept with Rex, and Rex’s strong, comforting arms were wrapped around Nate’s back, holding him close. I crept to the coffee machine as they slept, flipping through the muted TV channels. A local morning show was running the story of Nate’s return from the Amazon to be by his mother’s side as she bravely fought cervical cancer.

I wasn’t allowed to be seen at the funeral home, but Nate’s father, Al, invited us for dinner at their house after the viewing. I wore the simpler of the two black dresses I’d brought, and as I slipped into the shiny black pumps, I asked Rex, “So when they ask, who am I with?” He was standing at the mirror, carefully tying his black silk tie into a Windsor knot. I was so used to seeing Rex dressed for jungle survival that the sight of him in a suit peaked my libido, but I fought the urge to flirt as I remembered the pain Nate was in.

“Well,” he said, straightening the tie and adjusting his collar, “that’s up to Nate, I think. Al has hinted a few times that we might be
together
, but he’s never come right out and asked. I’m sure the addition of you really has them scratching their heads.”

“How
would
you define it?”

“I wouldn’t,” he said flatly.

“Well, I mean, you two don’t have sex—I mean not together, not together alone, anyway. But Nate would if…”

“Can we move on?” He slid his designer jacket on over his broad shoulders and grabbed a black pair of socks from his suitcase. When not in combat boots, Rex rarely wore socks. He often wandered the house shoeless, and I loved his sexy bare feet. He was ink-free from the waist down, and the contrast of his untouched skin below with the elaborate tattooing above was stunning. I hadn’t found any further body jewelry on Rex, and I’d explored every inch of his fine physique, but he did have several piercings that he left open—ears, the other nipple, and a few more man-made holes riddled his gigantic ballsack. In addition to the holes, his body was lined with thin, barely visible scars in straight lines. He also had a puffy, larger scar from what appeared to be a surgery underneath where the word
Trust
was inked below his ribs. My mind drifted back to what to refer to their sort of bi, sort of not, unique relationship.

“I’d say you are hetero life partners,” I eventually decided as I swiped a line of black eyeliner around my eyes.

Rex dropped his sock, his head whipping around to glare at me. “What the
fuck
does that mean?”