Chapter 25 (Landon)
“Morris is still kind of an asshole, but I think we understand each other now,” Asher says, his eyes practically gleaming as he goes on and on about having dinner with his teammates.
I can't help but smile as I sit across my kitchen table from him. I don't think I've ever seen him so happy. It's damn near contagious.
When he comes up for air, he looks at the clock. “What time will she be here?”
And just like that, my good mood is gone. Not because of Breslin's arrival, but because of what I know will be happening.
I told myself I'd be fine with it, but I don't know how I'm going to handle sitting there and watching him fuck Breslin tonight.
The thought is enough to churn my stomach. But this is what I wanted. This is what I asked for.
I just hate being second best.
Asher reaches across the table for my hand then but the sound of the front door opening has us both pausing.
“Shit, I'm sorry,” Breslin says. “I keep forgetting to give you your key back.”
I stand up and walk over to her. “I don't want it back.”
I make a mental note to make a key for Asher as I bend down to give her a kiss.
I pause mid-dip when I notice how puffy her eyes are, like she's been crying for most of the day. A surge of anger goes through me and I want to beat the shit out of whoever's responsible for this.
Breslin doesn't cry often, I've only seen her do it twice and both times were enough to make me never want to see it again. “What happened?”
When she waves my concern away, I cup her face in my hands, coaxing her to tell me the truth. We've finally come to the point where there are no pretenses between us and I don't want to go back to the way we once were.
I can feel Asher's presence behind me, but my eyes stay focused on her. “I um—” She looks down. “I talked to my dad before work today and it wasn't the best conversation we've had.”
I wrap her in my arms and out of the corner of my eye I see Asher fold his arms across his chest, looking as mad as I feel.
When Breslin finally opened up to me about her past, I told myself I wouldn't judge her...but I hate that she still talks to that asshole.
And while I would never control her...I do want to keep her safe.
I may not be the kind of guy who puffs my chest out and bangs on it like Asher looks like he's about to do right now...but it doesn't mean I love her any less. It doesn't mean that my need to protect her is any less profound.
I look at Asher and he nods in agreement. Breslin might be angry with us for what we're going to do behind her back, but it needs to happen. I don't want him talking to her anymore and I most certainly don't want him making her cry. It's clear Breslin's not at the point where she can do it...which means it's up to me, or rather us, to block the fucker's number so he won't be able to hurt her anymore. And if the bastard shows up in person to harass her?
He's sure as fuck going to wish he hadn't.
She buries her face against my chest and I breathe her in and kiss her forehead.
She looks up at me and starts to smile, but then tenses in my arms when she catches sight of Asher.
The energy between them is like a live wire and whenever they're in the same room together it's...intense.
And even though they might not admit it—well, I'm sure Asher will have no problem admitting it—but I think they're very aware of the pull they have toward one another. The problem is Breslin, stubborn girl that she is, won't acknowledge it because of the way he hurt her. She doesn't want to give him his power back. And as much as I love Asher, I can understand where she's coming from. I just hate the wedge between them because it's preventing them both from healing. And yet, I can't help but feel a bit petrified of what will happen to me when they finally do.
They stare at one another for a beat and that damn elephant joins the party again, silently mocking us because it knows what's supposed to happen.
I tug Breslin tighter against me, feeling the weird combination of both possessive and resentful.
Possessive because I want her. Resentful because I know she's going to have him tonight...and I want him just as much.
This is what I wanted—I remind myself.
“I'm ready whenever you are,” he tells her, dragging his gaze from her eyes to her feet and back up again.
She pushes away from me. “I think I need a drink.”
My eyes ping between them as I follow them into the kitchen, unsure of what to do or what my role is. Do I intervene? Do I talk to them? Sit on the couch with my dick in my hand and use my tears as lube while they have at it in front of me?
What the hell are the rules when the two people you love the most, who happen to be exes...fuck again—because you're the one who told them to.
I look at Asher, but he's too focused on Breslin's ass when she bends over and fishes a bottle of wine out of the fridge.
And suddenly, I don't know how he's not rocking my jaw with his fist for last night, because it's what I want to do to him.
She pours her wine into a glass and looks at him. “Where do you want to do it?”
Her tone is all business, her expression giving nothing away. Almost like she's preparing to face a firing squad instead of have sex.
Asher reaches inside his pocket for something and walks over to her.
And that's when the seesaw my heart is on goes the other way and I ball my fists, silently willing him not to forget about me while he's planning to do God only knows what to her tonight.
Christ, this bitter pill is a hard one to swallow. But then again, being second place in the hearts of those you love always is.
When he pulls out a blindfold we both give him a strange look.
He stands behind Breslin and she stiffens. “Why a blindfold?”
He positions it over her eyes and ties it. “You told me you'd be picturing someone else, remember?”
She crinkles her nose. “Oh, I remember.”
His mouth grazes the long line of her neck. “Good, because you're not allowed to take it off for the rest of the night. Even if you beg.”
She snorts. “Trust me, I won't be begging.”
His eyes go to me and my pulse speeds up. “We'll see about that.”
She lets him take her hand and he leads her into the bedroom. My stomach turns sour as I make my way over to the couch that's at the end of the bed.
Right before I reach it, I'm lugged back. “Not so fast.”
I shake my head, confused as all hell. “What—”
I can't finish that sentence because his lips are on mine. I kiss him back, taking his bottom lip and sucking on it. His response is to snatch my shirt over my head but I freeze when I notice Breslin standing there.
She can't see us, but her flushed cheeks and the way she's biting her lip tells me she knows what's happening.
It also tells me she might even be turned on by it.
I turn to Asher. “I thought tonight was about you two?”
His nostrils flare. “No. Tonight is about what I want.” His hand hovers over my package. “And if you think that doesn't include you—” He grabs my dick through my jeans and I groan. “You're very mistaken.”
His lips find my Adam's apple. “I told you that night that I was fighting for the both of you...didn't I?”
I nod, desire ripping through me. I go to kiss him again, but he backs up. “Go sit on the end of the bed for me, nerd.”
His eyes shift to Breslin as I make my way over to the bed. He stalks toward her like a predator—and fuck me if I can tear my eyes away.
I've always been drawn to them both from the very first second I laid my eyes on them; and right now is no different.
It's probably because the creative artist in me has always enjoyed looking at beautiful things.
And the two of them? Are fucking mesmerizing.
She pushes her shoulders back when he slowly unbuttons her shirt, and I take in her lacy white bra.
When he gets down on his knees and pulls down her zipper next, it nearly echoes in the quiet room. I don't know whether I should be thanking him for unwrapping the gift that is a naked Breslin...or decking him for touching her body. It seems to fluctuate and change on a dime.
He slides her pants down those curvy hips of hers, revealing a matching lacy white thong that makes my cock stir.
Good God, she looks so innocent right now, standing there in her blindfold and little white panties.
The angel on my shoulder's blood stirs at all the ways he's planning to corrupt and defile her.
But the devil on my shoulder? He can't wait for it. In fact, he wants to join and burn in the flames between them.
He throws her discarded pants across the room and there's a gasp of surprise from her when he presses his mouth to the lace of her panties—right before he proceeds to take them off with his teeth, baring her smooth pussy to the both of us.
Her chest heaves and she draws in a ragged breath when he undoes her bra and those full tits of hers fall into his hands.
“Goddamn, I missed these,” Asher says before he sucks her nipple into his mouth.
The joke Asher once made about me being a voyeur might not be so far from the truth anymore, because what should make me seethe with jealousy; is making me harder than a rock. Want and need tangle in my chest. The ache to touch both her and him is so strong I have to slip my hand inside my jeans and stroke my cock.
As if sensing what I'm doing, Asher turns and grins, his eyes hooded. A moment later, he grabs Breslin and walks her until she's right in front of me.
“Sit on Landon's lap for me, baby,” he whispers and I see goosebumps break out across her delicate skin.
“Landon?” she questions, reaching behind her.
I gently pull her down on my lap. “I'm right here, Bre.”
Her entire body relaxes and when she tilts her face in my direction, I lick her lower lip.
“Hold her legs open for me,” Asher says as he kisses his way down her stomach and she shivers.
I place my hands on her inner thighs, parting them, and she grinds into my pelvis, sending all my blood rushing south.
When Asher lowers his head and his tongue darts out to lick the length of her slit, my cock twitches so hard against my zipper it's painful.
Breslin squirms in my arms and digs her nails into my leg as he tastes her.
I trail my knuckles over her belly. “Does it feel good?”
She's about to answer, but then Asher sucks her clit into his mouth and she moans.
“Answer the question, Breslin,” Asher taunts as he separates her with his thumbs, exposing her silky pussy before he begins lapping at her.
Her face scrunches in turmoil, like she doesn't know how she should answer, but then whatever Asher does causes her to scream and she bucks her hips into his mouth and then my dick.
When I groan at both the visual before me and Breslin's motions, Asher gives me a knowing smirk. “You want some of this?”
Before I can answer, he spears Breslin's pussy with his tongue again.
She curses and arches her back, lifting her tits high. I pinch one of her nipples as I watch his jaw work, licking her in long, deep strokes. She tries to fight it, head-strong girl that she is—but a moment later she's shaking and riding Asher's face as she comes apart in my arms.
My heart is racing and lust is pumping through my veins like heroin to an addict. “Give me a taste.”
“Fuck,” Breslin whispers and her cheeks turn pink.
Asher raises his head, his chin damp with her juices, and opens his mouth, showing me the white creamy substance on his tongue.
“Jesus—” I start to say, but my sentence is cut off when he crushes his mouth to mine.
I suck her come off his tongue and it's like being struck by lightning twice in a row because this is everything I want. The both of them here with me.
Breslin whimpers and gyrates on my lap, but when she tries to pull her blindfold off, Asher stops her...by grabbing the back of our heads and fusing all our mouths together.
We're all lips and tongues colliding, and it's honest to God the hottest kiss I've ever had in my life, especially with Breslin's taste being passed between us.
“God,” Breslin whispers, driving her tongue into my mouth and then into Asher's.
“That was just foreplay, baby,” Asher rasps, going for my jeans. Holding on to Breslin, I raise my hips so he can slip both them and my boxers off. Asher nudges me so I'm lying down on the bed with Breslin on top of me, her back to my chest. When my cock slaps against Breslin's pussy, I bite back another groan.
What I thought was going to be one of the worst nights of my life is turning out to be one of the best. There's no jealousy anymore, there's only this. Only us. Because it's the only thing that feels right.
Asher wraps his hand around my base and gives me a long jerk that ends with him thumbing the pre-come around my head as he goes back to feasting between Breslin's thighs.
“Look at this pretty pussy. So pouty and wet for me,” he rasps before he sucks one of her pussy lips into his mouth and she mewls. He's starving for her and I can't blame him. I'm well acquainted with that holy grail of hers and the power it has over me.
His grip on my dick tightens and I swear I see stars when he pulls his mouth away from her and stretches his lips around me. My hand finds the back of his head, urging him to take me deeper. When he finally does, a jolt of yearning runs through me.
A moment later he releases me, but only so he can slip my length between Breslin's pussy.
“Holy hell,” Breslin cries out, her slick, wet skin coating me as my cock slides between her lips.
I look down at Asher and our eyes connect. Heat surges to my groin—I've never seen him more turned on before and I know I've never been so turned on before. This is without a doubt the best of both worlds. A world that only gets better when his mouth goes to work on pleasuring us both at the same time, licking and sucking us like he'll never be able to stop.
He drags his gaze over me and I can feel the heat rolling off his body. That’s the only warning I get before he slips a lubed-up fingertip in my ass, softly teasing that spot that drives me out of my mind.
Fuck me, I can’t take it. It feels too good. I snatch the bed sheets in my hands and roar both their names into the ceiling.
“You ready for me to fuck you now?” Asher questions.
I thought the question was directed at Breslin, but I soon find out otherwise when he slowly enters me.
Breslin squeals when he yanks her savagely, pulling her hips up so he can continue eating the hell out of her as he fucks me.
I never thought I'd allow, let alone like the feeling of another guy fucking me, but I love the way it makes Asher go wild and I crave being able to do that to him.
His first thrust feels so good, I can barely breathe. The only thing I can do is pump my own cock in my hand to relieve the ache as he fucks me harder.
“That's it, let me watch you jerk it,” Asher grunts as Breslin tightens her legs around him, muffling his groans.
A curse escapes me when he lowers Breslin back down and raises her legs, pinning her flush against me again. Lust surges through my system hard and hot when I feel her wetness collecting on my lower stomach.
“Please let me take the blindfold off,” she pleads, her body shaking.
“Not until you admit it,” Asher rasps.
“Admit what?”
He slams into me harder, his balls slapping against me. “That you like seeing the two of us together. That you like me licking this sweet pussy of yours while I fuck him right in front of you. Admit that this right here is everything you want.”
“Fuck you,” she whispers.
He punches the bed. “Admit it, Breslin.”
She shakes her head and he slides out of me, only to pump back into me again. “Say it and I'll let you watch me fuck him.”
She whimpers but refuses to answer, although her body and her moans betray her. This is nothing more than a battle of wills right now, and I know them well enough to know that neither of them are going to back down until the other one does.
I look at Asher, I'm so close to coming, so fucking close. I know he is too by the way his movements pick up speed and he pants my name. I can practically feel his balls clench a moment later when he thrusts a final time and comes inside me.
I jerk my cock so hard my wrist hurts, and right when I'm about to join him, he pulls out and lines Breslin's ass up with my dick.
There’s a dare in his eyes now, and I angle my cock so my tip nudges her puckered hole, causing Breslin to gasp and push up on her heels. He shoots me a sly smile and I look down the length of her body as he flicks her clit, then shoves two fingers inside her.
Air leaves my lungs in a rush and my balls draw tight, there's no way I can hold back any longer, so I don't. I shudder and spasm as I let go, half of it ends up streaming in long, thick ropes inside Breslin's ass cheeks, the other half ends up all over my hand and my dick.
I'm fighting to catch my breath, but then Breslin shouts, “Fine, I admit it,” into the air as she orgasms.
In a flash, he flips Breslin over on the bed beside me, snatches her blindfold off, and licks my come out of her ass, his eyes locked with mine the entire time.
“Oh, my fucking, God!” Breslin shouts. The muscles in his back flex as he continues licking her, and even though I just got off; my dick twitches. I've never seen anything hotter in my entire life.
And just when I think it can't get any better, he moves and settles between my legs where he proceeds to suck the come off my finger before he ventures to my balls, causing me to groan his name.
Breslin's eyes are wide as saucers as she watches Asher clean off my dick with his mouth. She doesn't look bothered by seeing us, though, it’s the exact opposite.
Asher releases me with a plop and stands up—and then, like the smug bastard he is, shoots a dimpled smirk at the both of us before he walks to the bathroom. That tight, bare ass of his taunting us just like he did moments before.
I look over at Breslin...and I know she feels it too.
Things just got even more complicated between the three of us...because Asher Holden's just managed to fuck us up all over again.
No holds barred.