She stiffens in the circle of his arms. He doesn’t let go of her, though. She leans up and whispers something in his ear. His shoulders go solid. He shakes his head, but she reaches up and cups his cheek, forcing him to meet her gaze. Something seems to pass between them. He nods. When he raises his gaze to mine, he seems unhappy but resigned. She follows his gaze, then holds out her hand.
Eh? What the fuck? For the first time in my adult life, I’m at a loss. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Is she actually holding out her hand to me? What does she mean by that? Does she want me to go over? I glance from her to Isaac, then back at her. She tilts her head, a beseeching look in her eyes. She wants me to go over. I glare at her. The color fades from her cheeks, but she doesn’t back down. She looks at me steadily, a determined look in her eyes. She tips up her chin and, in that instant, something inside me melts.
A hardness, an immobile, unforgiving knot deep inside fades. I move, and before I can talk myself out of it, I reach the two of them. I grab her hand and tug. She rises to her feet, her movements graceful. Her bare toes brush mine, and a shiver grips me. She’s so close, I can smell her strawberries and passionfruit scent. My cock instantly lengthens. I pull on her, and she falls into me. Her breasts brush my chest, the soft flesh of her core pushed into the space above my groin. She swallows, the sound loud in the space. I dip to brush my lips over each of her eyelids, press a kiss to the tip of her nose, to the edges of her lips. To her chin. She moans then arches into me. "JJ."
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Jack?" I growl.
She tips up her chin, searching for my lips with hers. I turn my head slightly, so her mouth brushes my cheek. "Say it, girl."
Her chest rises and falls. Her heart thunders in her chest, mirroring mine. I nibble tiny kisses up her jawline. I suck on her earlobe, and a whine bleeds from her lips. "JJ… Jack, please."
I turn my head, close my mouth over hers. I bury my teeth in her lower lip, wanting… Needing to mark her. Maybe it’s because I know where this is headed. Maybe I can’t believe I’m still here… Maybe I need her to be aware that, regardless of what happens in the next hour, she’s mine.Mine. Mine. Mine.She gasps, and I sweep my tongue inside her mouth. I suck on her tongue, drink from her, kiss her until her nipples are so hard, they dig into my chest. I continue to drink from her, when she stiffens and thrusts her breasts forward, curving her back.
She unwraps one arm from around my neck. Without removing my lips from hers, I glance up and my gaze clashes with his. Isaac has his hands on her shoulders. One of her arms is twined around his neck. He pushes back the hair from her neck, drops a kiss there, and another to the right and another over the curve of her shoulder. I tilt my head, deepen my kiss, and her entire body shudders.
One side of his mouth twists. He lowers himself to his knees on the floor behind her, and she winds her arm around my neck again. He trails his fingers down her spine to where her hips flare. He slides the bottom of her bikini down her thighs and it pools around her ankles, she kicks it aside. He glances up, meets my gaze. I nod. Without removing my mouth from hers I unhook the top of her bikini and ease it over her shoulders, down her arms, until it falls to the floor.
Isaac’s lips quirk. Then he squeezes her arse cheeks apart and, still holding my gaze, he swipes his tongue up the valley. Her hold on me tightens and a cry wells up her throat. I swallow it.
It’s fucking hot. Watching my son pleasure my girl as I continue to ravish her mouth. It’s wrong. It’s dirty. It’s filthy. It’s against all rules of polite society… A society I never belonged to in the first place. I made my choice a long time ago to do what was right for me. And this…
This is right for me. For us. Maybe this is the way to heal the chasm between me and my son. With the aid of the woman who both of us can’t seem to get enough of. If, at the end of this, she decides to choose him… Then I’ll accept it. I’ll walk away from her, from both of them. I won’t interfere in their lives. But right now, I have her in my arms. I have him so focused on her that, for the first time in our lives, he’s staying and fighting for what he wants, instead of walking away in a huff. For the first time, we’re having a conversation—through her—and I’m going to savor it.
Still on his knees, he continues to lave the cleavage between her butt cheeks. She squirms, and pushes her pelvis into my groin. My cock throbs, hard and heavy between us. The blood rushes to my belly, and my thigh muscles harden. I balance her weight on one arm, and drag my hand up to her breast and squeeze her nipple. She jolts, and a low cry leaves her lips. The sound goes straight to my dick, which lengthens further. Sweat pours down my neck. Moisture beads her shoulders, and Isaac’s temples, too, are dotted with drops of perspiration.
It’s as if a fine mist of desire covers all three of us, coating us in a bubble that is far removed from the rest of the world. In this sauna room, it’s just the three of us, and the erotic, forbidden nature of the act that’s going to bind us together. I massage her breast, then slide my hand up to curl my fingers around her throat. I squeeze slightly and her thighs clench. Her pussy lips flutter and I know she wants more. I tear my mouth from hers and glance at the bench behind us, then at Isaac. He seems to understand what I’m saying, for he rises to his feet. He unknots the towel from around his waist and tosses it aside before he seats himself.
I lift her up then lower her over him until she’s poised above the head of his cock. He grips her under her armpits and she stiffens. "Jack, I—"
"Shh…" I brush my lips over hers. "You made the right choice."
"I did?"
I nod. "Whatever happens next, I’ll accept your decision."
Her forehead crinkles. "But—"
I shake my head. Press a hard kiss to her lips. "Open your legs for him, baby."
She searches my features, then does as I ordered.
"Ready?"
She swallows. "Ready."
I glance at Isaac, who jerks his chin. I lower her until his cock brushes her slit. She bites down on her lower lip, and my cock thrums. I bend my knees, close my mouth over hers, and press down on her hips. She slides down further and her body trembles. I lick into her lips, giving her time to adjust. I bring my fingers between us to strum her clit, and she groans.
I sense Isaac moving and glance up to find he’s kissing her shoulders, her neck. I push down on her hips inch by inch, until she’s completely impaled on him.
She groans and digs her fingertips into my shoulder. "Jack. Oh, god… Jack," she warbles.
"Let him in, baby."
I push my forehead to hers as I circle her clit, then pinch. She lets out a hoarse cry, then throws her head back. I press little kisses down her chin, her neck, between her breasts. Then straighten. I plant my hand on the wall above them, the fingers of my other hand curled in her hair.
"You going to take care of our girl, Isaac?”
He bares his teeth, then pistons his hips up and into her. Her entire body jolts. "Jack." She grips my hip, tilts up her chin. "Jack."