Howie works with VERO now too, in a different section than Theo, but they work on some projects together, on occasion. Over the years, Saint found it in his heart to forgive his other uncle, and he’s now a proper part of the family. He lives in D.C. and usually comes up for a weekend every two months or so.
After a delicious breakfast, we relax on the beach before taking a swim, and then we head back to the house, making a beeline for the bedroom.
“Oh God. Yes, Galen. Just like that. That feels so fucking good,” I moan, as he tilts his hips up, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside me while I bounce up and down on top of him.
“It’s no wonder he has a big head,” Saint says, reaching around to cup my tits. He kneads them roughly as he thrusts in and out of my ass. “You give him far too much credit.”
“Jealous ’cause I’ve got a monster cock and I know how to use it?” Galen quips in between primal moans.
“As if,” Saint scoffs. “Tell them how good I made you feel last night, baby.” He nips at my earlobe before planting hot kisses along the side of my neck.
“You sexed me good, Saintly. Youlovedme good.” I stretch my head around, and his lips glide against mine without hesitation.
“If you’re done with the pissing contest, some of us are feeling left out,” Caz says, and I can hear the pout in his tone.
I tear my lips from Saint’s, whimpering as he and his cousin lay siege to my body in a crescendo of expert moves and scorching-hot touches. Fuck, I have missed this.
“Don’t pretend like you and Theo haven’t been having your own little party,” I tease, reaching out to cup Caz’s face. “I saw you sucking one another off.”
“Fuck. Angel,” Galen hisses, as liquid warmth gushes from my pussy. Watching Caz and Theo together will never get old. It turns me on like you wouldn’t believe.
“Well, we need your mouth now, babe,” Theo confirms, sliding up on the other side of the bed.
I lean into him, planting a passionate kiss on his mouth. “Hmm. I can taste Caz’s cock on your lips.”
Caz’s fingers replace Saint’s on one breast, and he tweaks my nipple between his thumb and his forefinger. “My turn, queenie. I need that dirty mouth.”
Angling around, I kiss Caz, sliding my tongue between his lush lips, letting him taste himself. His mouth is quickly replaced with his cock, and I alternate between the lovers, taking turns sucking them both, bringing them to the brink.
I come with Saint and Galen, and then we switch out. The cousins take seats by the window, smoking a joint as they watch us reposition ourselves. I lie beside Theo, running my hands up and down his lean body as Caz slides inside his ass. I watch, transfixed as he fucks my husband, and my hips grind against Theo’s side of their own accord. “You two are so freaking hot together. I fucking love it.” Theo grabs the nape of my neck, pulling my mouth to his as my fingers curl around his length. I stroke his hard length while Caz fucks his ass, and then I situate myself on top of Theo, and he holds my hips as I maneuver his dick into my pussy.
Heat rolls off Caz as he presses against my back, fucking Theo’s ass while I ride Theo’s cock. Sounds of skin slapping echo around the room along with mutual pants and groans.
Man, I love sex.
I would spend twenty-four-seven naked, on my back, fucking my guys over and over, if I could get away with it.
“Thank fuck for yoga,” I pant, as my leg and thigh muscles strain with the effort involved in fucking Theo like this.
“Let’s move,” Theo says, always thinking about my comfort.
I lie flat on my back while Theo hovers over me, slowly working his condom-covered dick inside me. Leaning down, he kisses me while jutting his butt up so Caz can glide into his puckered hole. We fuck with practiced ease, like lovers who have done this time and time again, while the two cousins get stoned in their chairs, watching us get our rocks off.
We spend the rest of the afternoon in the bedroom, only moving into the living area when hunger gets the better of all of us. After showering, we lie draped around one another on the couches, sipping drinks while we wait for our takeout to arrive.
Galen is flicking channels on the TV, trying to find something worth watching.
“Wait!” Theo exclaims, bolting upright. “Go back to that sports channel.”
“It’s the Chicago Bears,” Caz confirms, leaning his elbows on his knees.
“And there’s their star quarterback,” Saint adds.
I smile at the screen when Sean’s handsome face appears. We have followed his career over the years, and we try to catch most of his games on TV. Sariah would be so proud of him. While he and Emmett both played ball in college, Sean is the only one who went on to the NFL. He was a third-round draft pick for the Bears, and he’s lived in Chicago ever since. He got married last year to Lainey. She’s a widow with three small kids. Her first husband was in the military and he lost his life in Afghanistan when she was pregnant with their youngest child.
Sean didn’t date for years, throwing himself into his college studies and football, and I worried about him a lot, so I was thrilled when he met Lainey and even more thrilled a year later when he told me they were getting married.
She’s very different from Sariah, not that it’s a bad thing. She’s a few years older than us, and she runs her own psychiatrist practice. I have enormous respect for her. I can’t even imagine how hard it must have been to raise kids alone while studying and working. I’m not terribly close to her, but we get along fine when we do meet. Which isn’t often, but I make it a point to keep in contact with Sean by phone, and we speak a few times a year. He’s my last link to Sariah, and I never want to lose touch.
