Healing the Wounds by M.Q. Barber Read Free Book Online

redoubled effort.
    She rocked into the pressure, greedy and drunk on Henry’s approval and Jay’s inexhaustible devotion.
    He breathed faster, harder, the higher pitch near whistling as she danced to his tune. He pulled back—God no, he couldn’t stop, not when she’d gotten so close—swiped his tongue between her lips, and sucked at her clit like she held the last sip in the bottle.
    She tumbled.
    Shivering against Henry, clamping her legs around Jay’s neck and shoulders, she babbled her thanks in incoherent syllables.
    “Another,” Henry murmured. “Give our girl another. She’s been too long without.”
    Her body clenched in agreement.
    Spreading her lips, Jay sank his tongue between and lapped with eager attention. He abandoned finesse for speed, rocking the bed, maybe grinding his cock into the sheets. Pleasing her, pleasing Henry, made him so fucking happy.
    He fluttered teasing taps across her clit.
    She pulled off Henry’s move with greater confidence, tugging Jay’s hair to signal her readiness for more.
    Jay leapt into action, his hard swipes driving her to the edge.
    Henry traced a path along her arm and across her stomach, stopping at her breasts. He nuzzled her neck with nibbles and kisses and circled her nipple, a faint tickle. “My strong, beautiful girl.”
    He pinched.
    Fuck . Sharp, sweet pain, her body lifting, need pulling at her. Jay held her in place, his tongue deep and moving and God—
    Mind scattering, she shook.
    She fell limp to the bed, her legs dropping, knees wide, arms sliding to her sides. Tiny blips of excitement kept coming, spikes in the lazy satisfaction settling in her muscles.
    Henry cradled her. Jay dotted her thighs with kisses.
    She thanked them, once she’d found her voice. “I’m so glad you suggested it, sweetheart. Your love was exactly what I needed.”
    Jay left a loud, smacking kiss below her belly button.
    Henry nipped her earlobe, rumbled, “Beautifully done,” and planted a firm kiss on her lips.
    She’d pleased him. Fulfilled a vital role in this relationship. Helped Jay shed some fear and guilt, hopefully. Warmth rolled through her.
    “Up on your knees, my boy.” Henry sat up, too. “Waiting pose, precisely where you are.”
    Jay knelt between her legs, his knees sliding under hers in a vee. He settled his ass on his feet and waited. Hands at his sides. Cock hard, the tip gleaming.
    “Back straight, please.” Henry ran a finger along Jay’s erection.
    Jay’s chest rose. His shoulders broadened. No more hunch in his posture.
    “We want Alice to see this beautiful gift you have to show her.” Half-hard himself, Henry settled behind Jay in the same pose. He pressed in close, legs sliding forward alongside Jay’s. “How the thought of her fills you with desire.”
    Jay’s cock, a gorgeous sight, tall and satisfying, same as its owner. Threatening would never describe him. Not by a country mile. Playful. Boyish. Charming. But her eyes tried to skitter away from his decidedly male presence.
    Henry held Jay’s knees. “All right, my boy?”
    Jay nodded, his gaze pinned to her face. “If Alice is,” he whispered.
    With a kiss to Jay’s cheek, Henry squeezed her thigh. “Share with me, sweet girl. How are you feeling?”
    She wanted to answer relaxed . To say the orgasms Jay had given her had been enough, because they had, except— I’ll fuck her mouth while she quivers in your lap— stray flashes bounced at unexpected angles, disorienting and quick and irrational. Embarrassing. No wonder Jay’d needed a spur from Henry to push past the chaos.
    “A little, a little nervous.” Confession was good for the soul, right? Henry demanded honesty from her, and Jay needed to see it, and they both deserved it. “And irritated with myself. For being nervous.”
    Jay’s wide, sad eyes fueled second thoughts.
    “Good girl,” Henry murmured. “There’s nothing wrong with a bit of nerves.” His gentle touch on her thigh soothed in its repetition.