I sighed as we sank into the kiss, coming up for air only to have Heath take his place kissing me as Reid slid down my body. They proceeded to show me just how they could take my mind off my problems.
****
Even after I had begged and pleaded, neither one of them had made love to me. They said they preferred to take care of me this morning, saying today was all about me. So now, two hours and countless orgasms later, I sat on the couch in their living room.
I sat, but really, I lounged awkwardly. I had discovered it was kind of difficult to sit with a butt plug shoved up my ass. I begrudgingly tried to relay that fact to Reid, but he laughed and told me he could make it even more difficult for me to sit if I liked. I clamped my mouth shut after that and tried to get as comfortable as I could.
They instructed that I was to only wear Heath’s t-shirt for the rest of the day. Given the fact that I had no clean clothes over here, I didn’t have much of a choice. When I tried to put on yesterday’s panties, Reid promptly told me I was no longer allowed to wear panties in his presence. I laughed it off, thinking he was joking, until I saw his dark glare.
The rest of the day was oddly domestic. Reid went to my apartment to grab some things for me to keep here. Unloading the bag into one of the spare dresser drawers, I noticed Reid was completely serious. There wasn’t a single pair of panties in my bag. He had grabbed my laptop though, so I could work on my book. I sat and wrote for a good portion of the day, getting lost in the story that unfolded behind my very eyes. When I wrote, I fully immersed myself in the story, finding myself feeling exactly as my characters were feeling. I was only pulled out of my story weaving when Heath brought me back to reality to feed me and tell me I needed a break.
After my break, Reid lounged on one side of me, flipping through channels until he found a show he was interested in. Heath sat with us for a while but eventually had to go into the bar and go over scheduling issues.
He and Reid really were managing their schedules around me. The fact that I was making their lives harder was not lost on me. Reid was very intuitive, I found. He saw when I was feeling guilty and promptly took my mind off of it as he pulled me into his lap.
He turned me until I had my front draped across his legs with my ass thrust into the air. My breath left me in a rush as he tapped on the plug and asked me if I was ready to have it removed.
With a nod of my head, he pushed his fingers inside of me with a long groan. “I think you like my plug. Your pussy is awfully wet,” he said as he removed his fingers in favor of rubbing my clit.
Within minutes, he had me unable to form cognitive thoughts as I wailed my release. After he removed the plug, he moved me to lie on the couch as he lay behind me, cuddling me close.
We lay like that for so long that I eventually dozed off for an afternoon nap. I awoke as Heath took Reid’s place behind me.
Reid sauntered into the kitchen, leaving us behind. I turned on my other side and faced Heath, tangling our legs together. We embraced each other, kissing softly, teasing each other for the longest time.
I could feel that he was just as turned on as I was as I reached down to rub him through his jeans. I unbuttoned them and reached inside. He fell heavily into my palm, and I squeezed around him, getting a hiss from him in return.
I pumped him a few times before I rose to straddle his hips. The no-panty rule was working in my favor as I easily slid onto him. I felt powerful as I rode him, watching as his face contorted in pleasure. He was breathing heavily, restraining himself from taking over as I slowly fucked him.
He pushed his thumb against my engorged clitoris as he got close to release, silently begging me to fall over the edge with him. I did just that when he started to pulse inside of me as he spilled his seed with a long groan.
As I leaned down to kiss him, Reid walked into the room with pizza and beer, proclaiming supper was served. He obviously knew what Heath and I were doing. He put the food and beer on the coffee table and pulled a washcloth out of his back pocket.
Before I could take it from him, he reached between us and placed the cloth where Heath and I were still connected. It was an intimate moment as he stared into my eyes. The vision of the thin material being the only thing that separated his hand from Heath’s cock turned me on all over again.
He stared into my eyes as I felt Heath pull out and he started to clean me. Reid was giving me a wicked smile before he pushed his mouth to mine, forcing his tongue inside. Biting my lower lip, he proclaimed that I would need to ride him like that later too. I bit back a giggle as I gave him a saucy smile that had his eyes flaring.
We all disengaged and were seated under a huge blanket with pizza within minutes. The sun was going down as we started a movie and leaned against each other. Long after our pizza was gone and halfway through the movie, my phone trilled with an incoming call. Detective Santos sounded very sober when I answered and placed him on speaker.
“I’m sorry I don’t have much news, Ms. Hart. We still haven’t had any luck in finding your ex-husband. I was informed this afternoon that he does have a warrant for his arrest. He is out on bail, and he missed his court date. Sheriff O’Neal said that by the looks of your old home, nobody has been there for a while. He did get a search warrant and found some very … disturbing things.”
I was having a hard time breathing as panic set in my chest. I asked him what they had found. There was a heavy pause before he continued.
“From the looks of it, he has been watching you for a while. There are candid pictures of you hanging all over the wall in his office. The photos had unsettling slurs written all over them. He also had a detailed list of your whereabouts for the past few weeks.”
He paused to let the information sink in before he continued. “When you were married, did he ever have violent tendencies toward you or your daughter?” he asked.
I knew Heath was rubbing his hand up and down my back trying to soothe me, but I felt nothing. I could feel the start of a panic attack approaching rapidly as I tried to choke out my words. “N-no,” I managed barely. “He’s only ever been violent with me once, and that was just the other day,” I admitted.
I heard him sigh into the phone before he spoke. “We think he may be suffering from a mental break following his legal problems and he is using alcohol to cope. We think he may be blaming you for leaving him and causing his life to spin out of control. He isn’t in his right frame of mind right now.”
My mind was racing as I stood to pace around the living room. Tears burned the back of my eyes as I asked what I should do until he was caught.
“Right now, we suggest staying with people you know. Don’t go out alone. I know this isn’t the best solution, but it’s all we can do until Mr. Hart is caught and brought in for questioning.”
After ending the call, I stood there, stunned, staring at my phone. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could hear Reid and Heath talking to me, but I wasn’t listening. I still didn’t understand why this was happening. I got away. After putting up with Tom for nineteen years, I got away!
I should be allowed to have a clean break, shouldn’t I? It pissed me off that he acted like I was the cause of his problems. He had made me into a compliant little housewife who had no say in her own damn life. But now he wanted to blame me? I had to put my life on hold because of him when we were together, and now I would have to do it again.