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

black hair and a quiet kiss. “You see? Alice calls you beautiful.” Sparks danced in his green eyes, his energy lighting her up. “She loves the sight of you hard and ready for her. Obedient to her desires.”
    Pink-cheeked and flush with praise, Jay accented his panting breaths with a moan in their depths.
    “Tonight, she wishes to see you climax with thoughts of her. You see her own beauty spread out before you, don’t you?”
    Jay thrust into Henry’s hand, pre-come beading at the tip of his cock. Sleek and straining, he made little bouncing hops, his ass wiggling along Henry’s thighs. Her speedy hare zipped toward the finish line with adorable, contagious delight.
    “Her stomach, pale and smooth. Her breasts, round and soft, always eager to welcome her lovely playmate.” Controlled and coaxing, Henry lowered his voice. “Shall we decorate them for her?”
    Jay uttered a thick, “ Yes, please, ” amid heavy breaths. His focus flashed between her face and her nudity sprawled out before him.
    Henry added a twisting slide to his strokes.
    Stiffening, Jay laid his head back on Henry’s shoulder and arched forward. He thrust hard and groaned. He came in a rush, spurting in long streaks, splashing her skin with heat.
    Henry murmured to him, guiding Jay through his orgasm with practiced ease. Pure perfection, the both of them, no wasted motions, form and function in harmony.
    Jay gasped for air, and Henry patted his chest.
    Love.
    Evidence all around her.
    And on her.
    Her giggle slipped out. “I love you.”
    Tears spilled down Jay’s cheeks and collected in the corners of his smile.
    Henry released his cock and crushed his chest in a bear hug.
    Sympathetic tears gathered in her own eyes, and she blinked them free.
    “So much emotion,” Henry soothed. “My brave boy and girl. How deep your bond runs. How sweet to see you acknowledge it. You make me proud when you play so well together. Happy tears, isn’t that so, my boy?”
    Sniffling, Jay nodded. “Happy tears, ’cause Alice isn’t scared. I did good.”
    She gripped his hands and crowded her men with her legs, a near hug. “You did fantastic, loverboy.”
    He giggled along with her, Henry’s dry voice topping their amusement. “You both performed quite well. Now we only need work on expanding your use of proper grammar. ‘Did good’ indeed.”
    His snort ruined the oh-so-proper sniff of disdain, sending her and Jay into uncontrolled laughter. They fed into each other, the laughs lasting longer than they would’ve without the echo chamber, but eventually they subsided into an air-sucking competition to refill starved lungs.
    Henry hummed. “Catch your breath, my dears, and we’ll have a bit of cleanup. It seems we’ve made something of a delightful mess.”
    Jay tipped his head and raised a single eyebrow. Twice.
    Yes, she knew. He probably had firsthand knowledge—well, first-back knowledge, given his position—but fuck if she’d leave Henry out either. Not tonight.
    “Henry?”
    “Yes, my girl?” Kneeling behind Jay, Henry rubbed his thigh in a soothing rhythm.
    “You gave Jay what he needed. And you gave me what I needed.”
    “And I’m very pleased to have done so, Alice.”
    She met Jay’s eyes above his tear-stained cheeks, knowing hers likely matched, and sensed complete agreement. “But there’s something else we need.”
    “Oh?”
    Right track. His calculated, neutral tone clued her in. Henry’s equivalent of concern when he needed to be strong for them.
    “We need to give you what you need. Please, Henry.”
    “Please,” Jay repeated, his voice quiet but equally determined.
    “You’ve already pleased me tonight, both of you, with your openness and trust.” Henry squeezed Jay’s thigh with one hand and Alice’s calf with the other. “There’s nothing else you need to do for me, my dears.”
    “Maybe we need”—she took a deep breath and waded in—“to feel like you need more from us. That we’re still