Trouble Comes in Threes (20 page)

Kirk’s lopsided grin flashed as he patted Tal on the thigh. “Remi and I were talking. He asked if I knew I was supposed to wait. Luckily, I remembered Alpha wolves eat first, so I’d planned to either ask you guys or just watch what everyone else did. But seriously, I really am going to skin you two the first opportunity I get. Tomorrow, we’re sitting down and talking about protocol. First thing, Tal.”

“Yes, we should’ve done that already. There’s just
so
much.”

“No problem.” Kirk leaned closer. “Dolf okay? Just give me a yes or no for now.”

“Yes.” Tal nodded. “How did you—”

“Saw you talking and didn’t want to interrupt. Before you turn those sad little eyes on me, he needed you at the moment, not me, and I’m good with that. You’ve known that jerk longer than me, so….” Kirk shrugged. “Maybe you knew what crawled up his ass and died.”

“You have such a way with words,” Dolf whispered from the other side of Kirk. “And you two really don’t think everyone in here didn’t just hear every whispered word, right?”

Kirk’s gaze flashed around the table, and he grinned. “Didn’t say anything I wouldn’t shout from the rooftops. Dude doesn’t like me. That’s fine. It’s
not
fine he upset my mates during the ceremony. That was a…. Well, let’s just say it was a childish and immature thing to do.” Kirk turned to the man across from him. “I was told Pearl is your wife, Elder Bowen. I have to tell you, I can’t wait to try her world-famous lasagna.”

“Why, thank you. I’ll make sure she knows,” Elder Bowen said. “Please, call me Bruce.”

“I will, thank you.” Kirk directed his attention to Elder Conrad. “I can’t wait to try Mindy’s cheesecake either. I happen to have a fondness for raspberries.”

Elder Conrad also gave Kirk permission to use his first name, Lester. The meal passed pleasantly. Everyone laughed and joked, ate way too much, and told stories that several in the group wished had been left untold.

Eventually, the last elder had finally left. Tal, Dolf, and Kirk stood at the door, waving good-bye. When the taillights were no longer visible, Dolf shut the door and faced Kirk.

“Strip.”

Kirk

O
NE
WORD
,
and my cock hardened so fast my head spun. I hesitated, looking round the living area, my hands on my zipper. God, there were
lots
of windows in here. The whole front of the house was nothing but damn windows. Anyone out there would be able to see what Dolf did to me.

And see my reaction.

The thought excited me unbearably. I glanced at Dolf, who waited to see what I’d do. He’d let the whole thing slide if I said no. It was up to me, and that aroused me even more. The rasp of my zipper lowering brought a flood of scents to the room. I toed off my shoes, kicked off my jeans, and removed my socks. Next came my shirt. When I finished, I stood in the middle of the room, stark naked and hard as a brick. The moon was out tonight, and the grounds were awash in its light.

“All you have to do is say no, Kirk. I’m not a Dom, and you’re not a sub. It’s up to you.” Dolf smiled gently at me. “If you want this, go stand in the corner by the fireplace. If not, head up to the bedroom. We’ll be right behind you.”

“You’re not going to get mad?”

“No.”

“What if I want to skip the whole corner thing and go straight to the bedroom? Have you spank my ass there?”

“Then that’s what we’ll do. It’s all about as much or how little as you want, Kirk. Like I said, it’s up to you.”

That’s all I needed to know. Butt naked, I walked to the corner he indicated, laced my hands behind my head… and stood there. The corner he’d picked was out of the way, I noticed. There was no hiding in a room full of windows, but I wasn’t totally on display here. It was just naughty enough to appeal to me, but not wig me out.

My cock was still hard, throbbing with excitement. As I stood there, I could see their reflections in the windows. They were cleaning up after the party, but their gazes kept straying to me… to my ass, actually. My cock flexed, gently slapping my stomach, smearing precome. Minutes passed as they cleaned. Finally, they took the leftover dirty plates and cups to the kitchen. Since the house was open concept, I could still see them.

Tal loaded the dishwasher and Dolf wiped down the counters. More time passed.
Damn, my arms are beginning to ache.
How
long have I been standing here?
Tal rewrapped all the food and placed it in the refrigerator. Dolf was now taking out the trash. Time marched on. I tightened my fingers, fighting the urge to let go and lower my arms.
Why did I think this was kinky?
I was losing my hard-on and getting tired of standing here. I shifted from foot to foot.

My knee twitched, then suddenly started itching like a fucking fury. Shit. Why was I not surprised? Now I couldn’t think of anything else but that spot. My eyes crossed with the insane need to scratch. Oh my God, I could actually feel my fingers flex with the need to dig into skin, my nails wanting to scrape the surface. Every nerve in my body, every brain cell hyperfocused on that place. My arms trembled. I had to… I couldn’t take it any longer! I was going to lose my ever-loving mind right in this very nice house if I didn’t get to fucking
scratch
that area!

A warm hand rubbed my back. “What’s wrong? You’re whimpering.”

Oh, thank Jesus, Tal.
“My right knee…. Oh God, it itches! Insanely itches! Please, Tal….” I swayed as Tal scratched my knee. His other hand held my hip, holding me steady. “Oh yes, right there…. Now over to the right just a…. There! Right there. Oh shit, that’s good, so good. Ugh, crap. I need you to… down some… jeez. Harder. Keep going…. Swear to God, it’s like moving around.”

“A traveling itch?” Tal grinned.

“God yes.”

Tal scratched every square inch of my knee. Then, as suddenly as the itch started, it stopped.

“Oh, oh, oh… it stopped.” Pitifully relieved the itching had quit, I opened my eyes. Damn, when had I closed them? I looked down at Tal. “Thanks… ah…. Well, hell.” Miles of dazzling golden skin beckoned me. Tal was as naked as I was.

“Turn around, Kirk, and you can lower your arms,” Dolf said.

Thank fuck.
I could certainly tell I’d been off for a few weeks. My arms tired out much too easily. I turned to see Dolf standing near us. A quick glance at a clock on the mantel showed I’d been in the corner for twenty minutes. It had seemed closer to an hour.

“Hands at the small of your back, and make sure to leave them there.” Dolf sat in profile to us in a large, comfortable leather chair. “Tal, I’d enjoy seeing you suck Kirk. Would you do that for me, sweetheart?”

“Gladly.” Tal sank to his knees in front of me. With one sexy mate kneeling in front of me, I was saluting again in no time.

“Don’t make him come yet.”

“Yes, Dolf.”

I glanced at my other sexy mate. Dolf reclined in the chair, rubbing at his shaft through his jeans. Rational thought flew out of my head as Tal wrapped his lips around my cockhead. His hands rested on my thighs, and those lovely, glowing blue eyes of his blinked up at me as he slowly eased me deeper into his mouth. Heat, the wetness, that tongue of his swirling around my length…. Heaven.

He drew back, sucking hard as he traveled up my shaft, then plunged back down. Tal’s eyes rolled back as he took me to the root, paused, then came back up.
Oh shit, that’s good.
Tal worked me, bobbing up and down, going farther each time until he finally took me all the way. His throat spasmed around me and
my
eyes rolled back.

“Fuck his face, but do not come.”

My eyes snapped open, and my gaze landed on Dolf. Chill bumps raced over my body as Dolf watched us. From the angle he was sitting, he could see my cock sliding in and out of Tal’s hot little mouth. Panting, I glanced down at Tal. His length was hard, and a thin line of precome extended from the tip of his dick to a wet spot on the floor.

Tal pulled all the way off, then licked the tip of my shaft, looking up at me. “Do it.”

“Just… don’t let me make you take more than you can.”

“I can take a lot.” Tal flashed a sexy grin at me.

I brought my hands from behind my back and grasped Tal’s head. Slowly, I moved, in and out, picking up speed as Tal let me use his mouth. He whimpered softly, leaning closer to me. Sure he was okay, I thrust harder, going deeper. I burrowed my fingers into his thick braid. I wanted all that hair loose, but I couldn’t stop and make him undo it. Later… later, I’d undo that braid and spread all that hair out everywhere, just wrap it around my cock and…. God, if I kept that up, I was going to come. Like watching him didn’t already have me on the edge.

Seeing him take me deep, not fighting me, was a huge turn-on. I thrust in harder. Soft, wet smacking noises of my hips hitting his mouth filled the room, the sound lewd. Damn if I wasn’t panting and moaning. I groaned loudly, head thrown back as I pushed in as far as I could. Heaven help me, the feel of Tal’s nose on my pubes nearly did me in. A tingling started at the base of my spine.

“Stop, Tal.”

I tightened my hands in Tal’s hair. Oh God, I was
so
close.

“Release him, Kirk.”

I dropped my hands from Tal’s head. Both Tal and I whined as he released my cock. Tal rested his head on my thigh, his breathing nearly as rough as mine. Tenderly, so very tenderly, I smoothed my hand over that silky-soft blond hair.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

Tal gently kissed my leg with his soft lips—just a brief, featherlight touch that burned all the way to my very soul. My eyes watered and I had to blink several times. This sweet, sexy man was truly a gift. It would be so easy, too damn easy, to fall head over heels in love with him. That thrilled me as much as it scared the bejeezus out of me.

What did I know about love? And how the hell could someone as rough around the edges as me keep Tal happy? I caught Dolf’s eye, and the smile he flashed said he knew what was running through my mind. And yes, he knew I could keep our mate happy. That word was slowly gaining a more intimate meaning to me.

“I wish I had a camera. What a magnificent picture that would be.” Dolf’s voice was a whisper on the breeze. “So beautiful. Both of you.”

It was one of the rare times I truly felt desirable.

“Come here, Kirk.” Dolf patted his lap.

I knew what he wanted, and a shiver tore through me.

Tal looked up at me, a small, little line of worry between his eyes. Had he felt that shiver and thought it was based in fear? “I like stuff like this, Tal. I won’t allow Dolf to do anything I don’t want. Believe me, I know how to say no. And he knows how to listen.”

“I just… I don’t understand what you… and Dolf… get from it.”

I knew he didn’t. He just wasn’t turned on that way. “And it’s okay that you don’t. It’s not something you want or need.”

“No, I don’t. But I know you two do.”

“Hey, now, I like sweet,” I said. “You and Dolf have been together a long time, so he apparently does too. We each meet a need the other has, remember? There is no right or wrong here.”

Tal nodded. Satisfied Tal was okay, I went to Dolf.

Dolf stood, and we walked to the couch where he sat. “Over my lap, sexy.”

I lay across his lap, my head at one end, my feet at the other end of the couch. His jeans rubbed against my dick, and I could feel his shaft poking me in the side.

“Dolf, no bleeding. Also, don’t do it so hard I seriously can’t move tomorrow.”

“I’d planned to ask. I’m pleased you know what you like and what you don’t.” Dolf caressed one ass cheek. “I’m going to give you ten, and you don’t need to count. You’re going to feel it tonight, but by the morning, it will be gone. That hard enough for you?”

“Perfect.” Ten wasn’t much, but I didn’t say a word. I’d just make sure we worked up to what I was used to.

Dolf didn’t waste any time. One arm went across my shoulders to hold me down.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

He cracked his palm down on my ass, right in the center of my left cheek. It was a good thing his arm pressed me down, or otherwise I’d have jumped off the couch. That was much harder than I’d expected. Three more swats came, hard and fast, covering every inch of my ass.

“Ah, ah… ugh!” The first moan exploded from me. The pain was a sweet rush through my ass, spreading out. I grabbed a pillow at the end of the couch and stuffed my face into it.

“No,” Dolf said. “I want to hear you.”

I’m sure my mouth hit the ground when Tal removed the pillow, a shy smile on his face. He settled on the floor right by my head.

“Are… are you okay?” Tal worried his bottom lip.

“Better than okay. Awesomely okay. Awesomely fantastically okay.” I winked at him. “I really like this stuff, Tal.”

“He’s hard, sweetheart. I promise you he’s hard,” Dolf added.

“Okay,” Tal said. “It’s just…. You just made this sound….”