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Abby woke to a feeling of extraordinary warmth and calm, more relaxed than she could remember having been in years. She knew that out there in the world, the nuclear storm was still coming, that Clarke was working hard to hold everything together, that their meeting with Roan only grew in importance with every passing hour, that this was exactly the wrong time to spend two days snowed into a cave while a blizzard raged outside.
But she also knew that she could no longer remember the last time she had actually given herself permission to stop, to breathe, to feel. None of them had. Roan’s conference was important, but other things were important too. Love mattered. Love was the thing that would keep them going, later, when things were at their worst. It mattered if Kane and Bellamy were learning again how to look each other in the eye, to hold each other close with trust and forgiveness. It mattered if Pike came back from the brink of self-destruction.
Hope, she thought to herself, eyes closed, smiling as a pair of warm male arms – she didn’t know, or care, whose – pulled her close. Hope was still everything.
A nose nuzzled into her throat, pressing in soft kisses. No beard, tangled curly hair. Bellamy.
“Hi,” she mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed.
“Hi,” he said in her ear, voice soft and low and soothing. “Is this okay?”
“Of course it’s okay.”
“Okay, I just didn’t know if . . . me and you, we didn’t talk about – “ She didn’t answer, but nestled in closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist to palm his bare back, and he grinned into her shoulder, getting the message. “So the rule is, there are no rules,” he said dryly. “At least, while we’re in here.”
“Are you asking me, or telling me?”
“Asking. We’ve all been assuming you’re the one in charge. By the way,” he added, “you should open your eyes.”
Abby opened her eyes.
She was alone in the bed with Bellamy. Charles and Marcus had put their shorts back on and moved over to the fire. They were sitting very close together on the heaps of cushions, deep in conversation. “They’ve been there for at least an hour,” Bellamy whispered to her.
“Are they okay?”
“Think so,” he said. “There’s been some kissing mixed in, which seems like a good sign.”
They watched in silence for a long time, Bellamy’s arms warm and comforting around her. The men were too far away to hear, which had obviously been deliberate; they had things to say to each other that weren’t meant for the others. Kane’s face was serious and sad, and while they couldn’t see Pike’s, there was a weighty slump to his shoulders. But he held Kane’s hand in his, stroking the back of it absently with his fingers, and after a few minutes Kane lifted his other hand to rest against Pike’s jaw, pulling him in closer. Abby caught her breath, and felt Bellamy do the same, as they watched Kane very gently brush his lips over Pike’s, slow and soft at first, easing in, but the gravity between them was too much to keep the kiss light for very long, and in a few moments Kane was clutching at Pike’s shoulders with both hands while Pike skimmed his palms up and down Kane’s bare chest. It went on like that for a long moment before Kane pulled away, breathless. When he looked up they could see his eyes shining with tears, but he was smiling.
Kane and Pike didn't speak of it, and the other two didn't ask, but whatever they had said to each other must have fixed something, because the darkness that had lived between them from the moment Pike entered the Arkadia gates was gone. Really and truly gone.
Hope, Abby thought to herself, watching the three men in front of her putter amicably about the cave in their underwear, stoking the fire, making breakfast, talking quietly to each other. Marcus had her, so he had already had something to live for, something to keep him going; but Charles had lost everything, and Bellamy was afraid he was worth nothing. Last night had given them all back to each other.
They spent a few hours that morning on the radio, both with Clarke and with Jackson, while they ate and tidied up. That took them through to late morning, but left them with an entire day stretched out ahead of them. Charles wrapped some furs around him and put his boots back on (though all of them seemed curiously reluctant to put any real clothes back on, settling instead for underwear and – for Abby – her threadbare bra) to go look at the snow, and confirmed they would be stuck here at least one more night. Yesterday, that would have seemed like disaster, but it certainly didn’t anymore.
A collective decision to give themselves something resembling a holiday seemed to overtake them all once Kane finished his radio conference with Clarke and switched off the transmitter. Everything was moving along in Polis, and Roan had been notified of their delay. He would send horses for them as soon as the snow cleared, massively shortening their travel time so the few days they lost would be made up on the return journey.
In short, there was nothing so urgent that it could not keep for one more day.
So they let themselves have time.
Pike did not touch the jug of mead on the table, a fact they did not fail to notice. Instead, he went digging through the trunks and cupboards in the cave’s makeshift storeroom, where - to Kane's delight - he unearthed an ancient-looking marble chess set. The way they both lit up at the sight of it melted Abby's heart; she wondered how many hours of chess they'd played in the guards together, and how long ago was when they stopped.
The afternoon passed in a lazy, amicable haze, all four of them alternating in various combinations between the chess table, the food stores, and the bed. Their innate sense that sex was something never to be undertaken within sight of other people seemed to have vanished entirely, and things Abby had required five drinks to even contemplate last night felt effortlessly right comfortable a day later, even without any liquor at all.
Things like lying in bed in the middle of the day, listening with amusement to Bellamy and Pike arguing heatedly over chess strategy, while Marcus rose and fell on top of her, alternating between tossing suggestions like “Knight to D-4, Bellamy” over his shoulder, and taking her nipple in his mouth to make her squirm.
Things like sitting in her underwear by the fire, back pressed against Bellamy’s chest, eating dried fruit by the handful, savoring the low, sweet sounds of Charles and Marcus under the heavy fur coverlets, stroking each other’s cocks, panting and gasping between kisses.
The Ark had no such thing as vacations, in a world where you risked being floated for oxygen resources the moment your utility diminished. It was a life whose defining characteristic was that one must, at all times, keep moving. If you were able to pick up a few scraps of happiness or contentment along the way, you were welcome to keep them, but no one had permission to stop and look.
Abby Griffin had never spent a day lazing around in her underwear in her entire life.
They dipped back into the honey mead again with dinner, but very lightly; even Pike only had the same two small glasses everyone else did. But it suffused them all with a glorious, languid heat that Abby felt was vital for the thing she had planned next.
It was too much for daytime. Daytime sex meant soft touches, sweet kisses, gentle hands, talking and laughing in bed and then dozing off for half an hour in each other’s arms.
This was something serious, and it had to be managed properly, and if she told them up front all three of them would spook. So it had to be night and there had to be alcohol and she had to do this right.
Because if she did, she knew in her heart that the last piece of the broken thing between these three men would finally, finally click into place.
And only Abby could get them there.
Abby waited until dinner had been finished, tidied up and put away, before the boys could be tempted back to the chess set again.
She kissed Kane to start with, fierce and hungry, and that clicked everything else back into place, her urgency and desire pulling all three of them with her. Soon she felt Bellamy at her back, lips hot against her neck, as Pike stepped in close behind Kane and slid his hands around and up to stroke hard little circles with his thumbs on Kane's nipples, swelling them into tight brown peaks against his hand. Kane groaned into her mouth, hardening against her hip, and she smiled, feeling him lick hotly into her as all four bodies began to melt and soften together.
They stumbled over to the bed, clumsy with haste and desire, unwilling to let go of each other, and collapsed into a heap of arms and legs. Abby landed in the middle, bodies all around her, and felt Bellamy unfasten her bra and tug her panties down as Kane rolled her over onto her back and shifted his weight on top of her. Pike reached down between Kane’s body and hers to grasp at the rapidly-stiffening cock and stroke it to full hardness, causing Kane to tremble. “I’m gonna want a close look at this,” Pike said, settling comfortably down into the pillows as Kane gazed down at Abby, brow furrowed with intense concentration, that face he always made as he entered her, so serious and focused. On the other side of her she could feel Bellamy too watching them with intense interest. She pulled Marcus down to kiss her, then leaned up to whisper in his ear.
“Do you trust me?” He looked perplexed, but nodded. “Then don’t come yet,” she whispered low in his ear. “I have something else in mind for you. Something you’ll love. Something you need. But you can’t come just yet.”
Can you?”
She nodded. “In fact, I think it would help if I did.”
“This plan seems to be working out a great deal more in your favor than mine.”
“You said you trusted me.”
“I do.”
“I promise,” she murmured as he sank down against her and his cock pressed her open, “the wait will be worth it.”
It was a shockingly erotic sensation, having Bellamy and Charles lying beside them and watching with unabashed desire as Marcus thrust into her, gliding heavily in and out, soft little grunting gasping sounds rushing against her skin and making her shiver. He went slow, to keep himself from getting too close, but he angled himself carefully to find the spot inside her that worked every time, and she came with a high, sweet, wild cry, clutching at his shoulders as he kissed her mouth over and over before pulling out of her.
“Damn,” murmured Charles, his earthy baritone in Kane’s ear causing the man to shiver. “That was something.”
“You’re next,” she told him, reaching out her hands and pulling him close.
“Same deal as Marcus?”
“Same deal as Marcus.”
“What if I bribe you?”
“No deal. Do you trust me?”
“I don’t trust many people,” Charles admitted candidly. “But you’re sure as hell one of them.”
“Then come here."
So Charles crawled over Kane (dropping a kiss on his chest in transit) and carefully straddled her. He was a heavy, powerful man, built of solid muscle, and held himself above her on knees and elbows to avoid crushing her. When his cock pushed inside, she inhaled sharply, causing him to chuckle. “Well hello again,” he grinned down at her as she wrapped a thigh around his waist to pull him in deeper.
“Hi,” she said affectionately, then choked on a raw gasp as he plunged into her hard, a little playfully. She smacked his bald head in mock irritation, causing a throaty chuckle to ripple through him. “Jesus,” she panted, “give a girl some warning.”
“I've seen Kane's moves,” he complained, “I gotta mix it up a little if I wanna stay in the game. Otherwise he wins by default just ‘cause he knows you better.”
“It’s not a contest.”
“It’s absolutely a contest,” Kane piped up unhelpfully from the other side of the bed, and she reached out to smack him too.
“Don’t distract him,” she chided Kane. “He’s very busy.”
“Very,” agreed Pike, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and kissing the hollow of her neck as his hips moved against her. That blissful sensation of pressure as his thick cock pushed her open hadn’t abated from last night, and each thrust made her shiver as every ridge and vein pressed hard, hard, hard against her slick, hot walls. The teasing and conversation quieted as Pike began to take the task at hand very seriously, moving purposefully and steadily above her. She could hear Kane’s breath quicken, could hear Bellamy inhale sharply, and she knew they would follow her wherever she led them.
Pike slipped one hand down her torso to slide between their bodies and stroke her clit, just like he had last night, and it pushed her over the edge a few moments later as she felt warmth pour out of her onto his hard, pulsing cock. “Oh,” she gasped. “That’s good. That’s good. That was perfect.”
“Pleasure doing business, Doc,” he murmured, kissing her hot and hard before pulling reluctantly out of her. “Bellamy up next?”
“Yes,” she said gently, “but not in the way you mean.”
Bellamy’s head snapped up and he stared at her. “Abby,” he said uncertainly, but she smiled at him.
“It’s okay,” she murmured reassuringly. “It’s going to be okay.” She turned to Pike, who had settled back down against the cushions next to Kane. “You care about Bellamy,” she murmured, taking his hand in her own. He started a little, as though the abrupt change of her tone from flirtation to seriousness had thrown him off-balance. “From the very beginning. You wanted to protect him. You thought you were doing the right thing, you thought if he stuck with you that he’d be safe. You were wrong about a lot of things, Charles, but that part was right and true.” She turned to Kane. “And it’s the same for you,” she murmured. “You care about him so much. You fought so hard to bring him back to you. You fought so hard to keep him from losing himself. You thought the Charles Pike you used to love was gone, that he was never coming back to you, but you hoped there was a chance for you to save Bellamy.” Kane looked away, jaw clenched as if to hold back some forceful emotion. “But what none of you realized,” she said softly, “is that Bellamy isn’t whole without both of you. It would always be off-balance if it were one or the other. It would never fit right. You all need each other. All three of you. That’s the thing you didn’t understand, and that’s the thing we have to fix for anything else to feel right again.”
She pulled a heap of pillows into the center of the bed, far enough away from the headboard that she could maneuver all the way around it, and then guided Kane to lie back, stroking his hair and kissing him. “Abby,” he murmured, but she hushed him.
“Trust me,” she whispered. “Trust me.”
Then she knelt and took Bellamy’s face in both her hands, kissing him over and over. “Do you trust me?” she whispered. He nodded breathlessly. “Have you done this before?”
“Done what?” he asked, face all guileless confusion, and she stroked his hair, leaning her forehead against his.
“Sweetheart,” she murmured. “I got him as hard and as wet as I could. It’s for you. They’re both for you.”
Bellamy went pale, staring up at her with wide, dazed eyes. The penny dropped for Kane and Pike too, and they both looked at her.
“Damn,” Pike swore softly. “Damn, Abby.”
Bellamy swallowed hard, looked hesitant and a little afraid. “It’s been a long time,” he told her uncertainly.
“But do you want to?” He nodded a little breathlessly, and she smiled. “Okay,” she said, holding out her hand, and helped Bellamy straddle Kane's hips, bracing his hands against the older man’s chest. Kane’s cock, shining with Abby and nearly vertical, nudged against Bellamy's own, causing Abby to feel shivery all over as she crawled back around behind Bellamy, rising up to her knees to wrap one arm around his waist and kiss his neck, guiding him forward to reposition him at the angle she wanted, opening him up to her.
Then she took Kane’s rock-hard cock, slicked heavily with her juices, and pressed it very, very, very gently – a fraction of an inch at a time – into Bellamy’s ass.
Both men jolted like an electric shock had passed through them. Bellamy's whole body tensed up and slammed shut almost reflexively, but Abby had expected this and knew what to do. "Stop?" she whispered to him, and he shook his head.
"No, I just," he choked out, "I just - "
“Shhh, shhh,” she murmured into his dark curls, kissing his temple, running her hands up and down his arms to ease the tension back away. “You’re doing so good. Just go slow. Slow is okay. You’re on top, so you can control it. Just ease into it.” He nodded, took a deep breath, relaxed a little, and let her slide the tip of Kane's cock back inside.
“Oh God, Bellamy,” Kane groaned, and the sound of his voice did something to all of them. They weren't used to the sight of Marcus Kane, out of control.
“Is this,” Bellamy began, then choked on a harsh, guttural cry as Abby guided him lower, pressing another inch of cock inside him. “Is this . . . does it . . . feel good?”
Kane’s hands came up to rest over Bellamy’s, which were still braced on his chest, squeezing them tightly in his own. “So good,” he promised him. “Oh God, Bellamy. So good.”
“Marcus,” Abby whispered over Bellamy’s shoulder. “You’ve wanted to do this for a long time, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” he gasped as Bellamy closed his eyes and pushed down deeper. “Oh God. Yes. So long. I just . . . I can’t . . . . “
“Keep going,” she murmured into Bellamy’s neck. “But why don’t you lean forward, so you can kiss him.” Bellamy obeyed, the new angle shocking a low cry out of both of them as Abby let go and moved back to where Pike was kneeling, watching the two men fuck with something like reverence. She pulled Pike close to her and whispered something in his ear that caused his eyes to go wide with shock, shaking his head as though protesting. But the other two didn’t hear or see, immersed deeply in each other.
Bellamy hadn’t done this since his teenage years, and it had been rough and fast and inexpert, it had felt good but it had hurt, and the other boys hadn’t been gentle. It hadn’t been like this, with Kane’s eyes piercing into his, Kane’s hands warm and soothing on his back, Kane’s mouth soft and hungry against his own. It hadn’t been with someone who loved him. So naturally everything was different.
Kane was gentle, slowly stretching Bellamy open, letting him get used to the overwhelming sensation of pain-pleasure, soothing him with kisses and soft touches, holding his hands, coaxing him to relax. Abby moved around to the other side, back where he could see her, and knelt behind Kane’s head, taking Bellamy’s face between both of her hands and tilting his chin so their eyes met.
“Bellamy,” she whispered. “Listen to me, sweetheart. I know what you need. I can give it to you. We can give it to you. But I need you to trust me. Do you trust me?” He nodded wordlessly, eyes locked on hers. She cradled his face in her hands and leaned in close, resting her forehead against his. “Listen to me,” she said softly. “You blamed yourself for so many things, Bellamy. You’ve been holding onto so much. You saw what happened between Marcus and Charles, and you blamed yourself. You wanted them on the same side. You wanted them to be together. For them, and for you. And you hated yourself because you couldn’t fix the thing between them that was broken.” She stroked his hair. “Charles is stubborn, and loyal, and fierce, and he’ll do anything it takes to keep his people alive. And Marcus is wise. He thinks before he acts, and he knows how to listen. And you – “ She brushed her fingertips over his cheek. “You’re young and you’re impulsive, and you looked to both of them to guide you when you weren’t sure what to do. But Bellamy, I know you. You need both of them. At the same time. Together. That’s the thing that will keep you whole.”
She sat back on her heels at this and gave a nod to Pike, shooting him a look Bellamy couldn’t decipher. Pike knelt behind them, guiding Bellamy down to lean his forehead against Kane’s, and gripped the boy’s hips in his.
“She’s right,” he murmured, kissing the back of Bellamy’s neck. “Didn't know it then, but I do now. Always wanted it like this. Not to take you away from Marcus. For us to have you together.” Then he braced one hand on the mattress, while the other stroked gently around the taut, aching entrance where Kane’s cock slid wetly in and out.
“Fuck, Pike,” Bellamy groaned, sinking forward, but that was all he could manage before Pike did something that knocked all the breath out of his, and Kane's, lungs.
He nudged the tip of his cock directly next to Kane's, pressing gently against the opening, and both Kane and Bellamy felt their hearts stop as they realized with a shock what Abby wanted them all to do.
“Oh God oh God oh God,” Bellamy whimpered, his whole body tensing up again, and immediately Abby was there, cradling him in her arms, soothing him with kisses, stroking his hair, cupping his jaw in her hands. Her eyes were steady and calming.
“Breathe with me,” she whispered, inhaling and exhaling slowly and loudly until he finally calmed down enough to follow her.
“I can’t . . .”
“You can,” she murmured encouragingly. “You can, sweetheart. This is what you wanted. This is what you needed. And now you can have it. You just need to relax, and breathe.”
“ . . . too much . . . “
“We’ll go slow,” she assured him. “Slow and gentle. I promise.”
“Abby – “
“We can stop anytime you want to stop,” she said. “I promise.”
He nodded weakly, swallowing hard with some intoxicating combination of lust and nervousness, but obeyed when she coaxed him down against Kane’s chest, opening himself up to Pike.
It was slow going at first, but Pike was astonishingly gentle. He stroked the boy open with a deft touch, sliding careful fingers in around Kane’s cock to coax the tight muscles into softening and relaxing as Kane slid in and out and Abby stroked Bellamy's hair, reminding him to relax and breathe. It went on for a long time, all three of them united in tending to Bellamy, soothing him, readying him, murmuring softly, but they were rewarded by feeling him finally begin to soften and yield, opening up space and letting Pike in more and more.
After what felt like an eternity of tender ministrations that left him sweat-sheened and trembling, Bellamy finally looked back over his shoulder to Pike and gave the ghost of a nod. “Ready?” Abby murmured to him.
“I think.”
“Okay,” she said. “Go ahead, Charles. Gently.”
Pike’s hand was firm and strong on Bellamy’s back, bracing himself lightly as he took a deep breath, gripped his cock – still wet from Abby – in his other hand, and pushed firmly inside. The pressure of two cocks inside him at once was shattering; Bellamy gave a cry that was almost a scream, sinking forward to be caught in Abby’s arms, as she gripped his shoulders and leaned her forehead against his. “Shhh, sweetheart, you’re okay, you’re okay, just relax,” she murmured. “You’re doing so good. You’re doing so good. Just breathe. In and out. Just breathe.”
Her voice was soothing, hypnotic, and it worked. Pike pushed in deeper and deeper, his cock pressed impossibly tight up against Kane’s, stretching Bellamy open farther than he could have imagined possible. Kane’s eyes were pressed closed, gasping for breath. “I can feel you, Charles,” he whispered, his voice shattered. “Oh God. I can feel every inch of you.”
Abby stroked Kane's hair. “This is what you needed,” she murmured. “Fuck him together, Marcus. Both of you. Both of you inside him.”
Pike, upright and braced on his knees, was the one guiding the movement; Bellamy was liquid and boneless in his arms, and Kane, his back against the pillows, had limited leverage. But Pike guided them both with gentle affection, stroking gentle fingers against the ridge of Kane’s cock where it disappeared inside Bellamy’s ass until Kane shook beneath them, running warm soothing palms over Bellamy’s ass to massage the tension out of his muscles.
They went slow but steady for a long, long time before Pike began to pick up speed. He didn’t go hard with Bellamy like he had with Abby, didn’t push, didn’t hurt him, but it slowly began to crescendo into what could only be described as serious fucking. Abby held Bellamy’s face in her hands as his eyes began to lose focus and glaze over, as his groans turned into raw animal cries, sounds none of them had ever heard him make before. “You’re doing so good,” she murmured to him, stroking his hair. “So good, sweetheart. So good. How do you feel?”
“S’good,” he groaned into her shoulder. “So good . . . so much . . .”
“Marcus,” Pike choked out through clenched teeth, “how you doin’ down there?”
“Close,” was all Kane could manage, and Pike nodded.
“Me too,” he said roughly. “Bellamy, do you want us to – “
“Stay,” Bellamy mumbled weakly, resting his left hand over the place where Pike was palming his hip and holding Pike’s hand in his own. His right hand cradled Kane’s face, stroking the soft bristle of beard, his thumb gliding back and forth over Kane’s bottom lip. “Stay.”
And he braced himself and held them like that, linked inside him, stretched open to the breaking point, the three of them finally balanced for the first time, locked together with impossible affection, the way it had always been meant to be. Abby watched them, heart turning over inside her chest, as moved as she was aroused. Kane was hers and she was his, no one could dispute that; their hearts belonged to each other. But they needed this, too. He needed to put the ghosts to rest the only way he knew how. He needed Bellamy to open himself up to him in this most achingly vulnerable way, to show Kane their trust had been rebuilt. He had lost the Pike he used to love when Farm Station landed in Azgeda, but the snow and the moonshine and the naked desire had brought him back somehow, healed something. He'd returned to the man he’d been before the ground made him desperate. That Charles Pike - the one Marcus Kane had loved at nineteen, the one who taught him how to fuck and play chess for the first time, the one who'd held him at night in a hard steel bunk, the one who had left the army to become an Earth Skills teacher, trading guns for green things and a classroom because he didn't want to be a killer, the one who had never wanted to become what Ice Nation had made of him - was the Charles Pike they would need now, if they were going to survive. Bellamy had never known him. Kane had lost him. But Abby had brought him back.
Pike came first, grunting low and hard into the back of Bellamy’s neck, squeezing his hand tight as he gave a low heavy roar and then burst with incredible force inside Bellamy, making the boy gasp in astonishment at the sensation. Kane was hovering on the edge, and the sensation of a second cock coming while pressed tight next to his own pushed him even further, the swelling pressure and then the hot wetness and then the slick softening as Pike pulled gently out again, collapsing heavily to the mattress, too spent to move. "Marcus," Bellamy whispered, hips picking up speed, able to take him much deeper now, and crying out as Kane's cock nudged hard at his prostate. Kane gave a violent groan, hips rising off the mattress as Bellamy rode him to a volcanic climax before tumbling weakly off.
Pike and Kane – sweaty, dazed and shattered – fought hard to catch their breath, faces flushed, eyes pressed closed, barely able to form conscious thought. And so perhaps they ought not to be faulted for the rather significant thing they had overlooked.
"An interesting fact about male anatomy," said Abby rather dryly, in her Doctor Griffin voice, stroking first Pike and then Kane's faces with the back of her hand with an amused grin, "is that while some men are perfectly able to climax from prostate stimulation alone - "
"Jesus, it's hot when she talks like that," Pike mumbled into the pillows.
" . . . there are others who can't climax without having their cock stimulated as well." She looked down at Bellamy's still-erect cock and then back to Pike. "If it isn't, their climax just builds and builds but doesn't ever go anywhere. And the sensation is fairly excruciating, I believe."
"Shit," said Pike, still too limp to move. "Hang on, Bellamy. Gimme a second."
Abby laughed. "Stay where you are, lazybones," she teased him. "You too, Marcus. Later he can give you a hard time for leaving him high and dry like this , but right now he's about to pass out." She settled herself down on the pillows and reached out her arms for Bellamy. "Poor thing," she murmured, the flicker of a laugh in her voice. “Those cruel boys. Come here, sweetheart. I’ve got you. Come here.” She reached out and took him by the hips, pulling his warm, sweat-covered body onto hers and smiling encouragingly as he collapsed, limp and boneless, against her shoulder. “Just relax,” she murmured into his hair, tracing light fingertips up and down the notches of his spine, soothing and gentle, as she lifted her hips and wrapped one thigh around his body and then exhaled a long, low, happy sigh as she took him inside her.
Bellamy groaned, desperate and aching, and it was clear he didn’t have long. The mounting pressure had driven him nearly to the brink, but Abby had been right; it had felt so good it nearly broke him, but he couldn’t finish that way. So he’d simply circled around and around and around his orgasm without ever getting any nearer, an exquisite torture that had left him shattered.
But Abby was sweet and warm and impossibly wet, and her breasts were soft as she cradled him in her arms, rising and falling gently beneath him, and she ran light fingertips over the slick, sore ache of his ass, massaging and soothing it, helping him relax and recover.
“I’m,” he panted, “it’s, I . . .”
“Good,” she murmured encouragingly. “That’s good, Bellamy. Just let go, honey. I’ve got you. I can take it.”
“It’s not gonna be . . . I can’t . . . oh, God, Abby . . .”
“That’s it,” she breathed into his ear, hands gentle and comforting against his skin. “That’s it. You’re doing good. You feel so good.”
“I’m sorry,” he panted, “I can’t . . . I can’t do very much . . . “
She laughed. “The boys took care of me already,” she said lightly, kissing his hair. “You don’t have to do anything, sweetheart. I’m okay. Let me take care of you.”
“ . . . Close . . . “ he mumbled into her shoulder, voice muffled, and she felt him pulse and throb inside her. She wrapped him firmly in her arms and pulled him tight, hips rising and rising against him, pulling him in deep.
“Let go,” she murmured. “I’ve got you.” And as she stroked his back with soothing fingertips, she felt his entire body tense and stiffen, every single muscle braced for impact, his shattered little gasps deepening into heavy groans that sounded like pain, before he finally erupted. “Oh, God,” Abby exclaimed, startled by the force of it as he exploded deep inside her with a wild, dazed cry. He came and came and came, filling her up over and over until he finally collapsed weakly against her breasts, dark curls damp with sweat, gasping for breath. She held him tight until he finished completely, trembling in her arms, and kissed his hair over and over.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t,” he mumbled into her skin as he summoned the last of his energy to pull softly out of her and then collapse again, curled up into her side. “You deserve . . . I wanted . . . “
“Hush,” she whispered, feeling him drape his lanky body against her side and burrow up close, already half asleep. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”
And she really didn’t. She smiled as Bellamy melted sweetly into her, head pillowed against her breast, ready to drift off to sleep. But Pike and Kane, who had finally managed to catch their breath, objected as strongly as Bellamy had, and before she knew it they had made their way over to her side of the bed.
“You did this for us,” Kane whispered, stroking her hair and pressing a soft kiss against her mouth. “Let us take care of you.” And before she knew it, both men had made their way down beneath the furs. Pike took up position directly between her legs to lap gently at the hot, pulsing cunt Bellamy had filled up, while Kane's big warm body draped heavily over her hips and thighs, leaning down to devour her clit with lips and tongue and beard. Bellamy was too sleepy to offer any assistance, but he held her, drowsily kissing her neck, as Pike ate her clean again and Marcus’ beard made her shiver. It was clumsy work for two, and they bumped heads occasionally, awkward and laughing, but sometimes she could feel their mouths find each other with messy, sticky-sweet kisses against the rosy, damp softness of her cunt. They stayed there until she had come twice, until she was so shivery and sensitive and spent that she squirmed at the faintest touch.
Once they were sure they'd done right by her, they drifted off more or less where they were – Kane’s head resting on her belly, Pike’s on her thigh, Bellamy’s on her breast. Abby stroked their hair, their cheeks, soothed them into sleep, and as she finally felt herself begin to sink down into oblivion – drowsy from orgasms and soothed by the warm breathing of three men holding her close, heart aching with ferocious love for all of them – the last conscious thought in her mind was a fragment of an old song she hadn’t thought of in years:
“Come in, she said, I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Her fingers tangled in Marcus’ hair as she closed her eyes, and she fell asleep smiling.