Alania
I groan when gentlekisses pepper my face, neck, chest, arm, and back. I am on my side, and when I open my eyes, Adrian grins at me. “Morning, sunshine!”
“Mmm,” I groan again and close my eyes. “I passed out.”
“You sure did,” he says, cupping my cheek. Brent is behind me, sits up on his elbow, and I roll to my back.
“Is Raul okay?” I ask
“Why do you ask?” Adrian question.
“Because I panicked and he isn’t as much of a hard ass as he portrays himself as,” I say.
“He… is convinced that he hurt you. I was a little concerned he did, but Brent explained that you have a history of panicking so hard that you pass out. I understood, but Raul…”
“Isn’t as much of a hard ass as he portrays himself to be,” I say as I sit up and move to the end of the bed. I stand and go to the closet to throw on a sundress. When I come out, Adrian and Brent are out of bed and pulling jeans on.
“We’ll meet you down there,” Brent says as he kisses me. Adrian swoops in right behind him and kisses me next, making me smile.
“Alright. Now you two,” I say. They look at me, then each other, then me again. “Oh, come on. You’ll suck each other’s dicks and let the other butt fuck you, but you won’t kiss?”
Adrian looks at Brent, and I can see that he wants to–they both do–but fear is still present. Brent smiles sweetly, recognizing his fear, and steps closer to cup his cheek. Adrian’s eyes flutter closed, and he lets out a sigh. When he opens them again, Brent is still looking at him with so much love and affection. I don’t know where their relationship is emotionally, but I can see it in the way they look at each other that they are falling hard.
“Adrian, you have nothing to be scared of,” Brent says softly.
“The last man I let myself fall for died,” Adrian says quietly.
“I will happily go down in a blaze of fucking glory if it means I get to spend the rest of my days with you two,” Brent says. “You will not be the reason I die, Adrian.”
“I care too much about you, too…” Adrian starts to say, but Brent grabs his face and kisses him passionately. They quickly are lost in lust as Adrian backs Brent up to the bed. I quietly back up to the door so I can give the two of them privacy. This is their moment, and I know they will feel obligated to bring me into it, but they deserve time to bond, too.
When I get down to the living room, Fiona smiles as she looks up from the couch. “Morning,” I say cheerfully.
“Hey, girl. Where are Adrian and Brent?”
“Bonding,” I say.
“Fucking.” she laughs.
“Uh. Bond-fucking,” I say with a grin. “Adrian just expressed some fears with Brent and their growing relationship, and things got spicy. I wanted them to bond without me around, so I came down here. Where is Raul?”
“Sulking in the office,” she says. “He thinks he hurt you.”
“Yeah, they told me about that,” I say. “Advice?”
“Easy. He is sitting on the couch in there, working on his tablet. Knock it out of his hands, pull his cock out, and ride him. If he hurt you and you were in any way blaming him for something, we all know you’d never do that,” she suggests.
“Sounds like topping him. I like it,” I laugh.
“Good luck!”
I smile at Fiona before turning and walking down the hall to the office. When I walk in, Raul looks up. “Alania,” he says softly. He drops his tablet beside him and goes to get up, but I push him back down.
“I hear that you didn’t handle me passing out well,” I say as I lean down and unzip his jeans.
“Alania, what are you…” He is about to ask, but stops talking and groans when I start stroking his cock. When I move to straddle his lap, his hands move to my waist.
“Raul,” I say sweetly. “You did nothing wrong. In fact, you did everything right.”
