Candy Ever After (Hot Candy 2)

Chapter Thirteen

Candy

“You may now kiss the grooms,” the Justice of the Peace says and I unveil my two boys and kiss them, one after the other. The Justice handcuffs our hands together and throws away the key. “Mrs. and Mr. and Mr. Riley, I hereby pronounce you a family.”

(Candy’s Note: Yes, I know it probably won’t happen this way—I mean, veils and handcuffs? Only in my dreams—but this is my epilogue and nobody else will read it, so who cares?)

From Candy Ever After (Unpublished epilogue to the serial Candy Boys)

I’m lost in the feel of Joel’s mouth on my lips, his tongue winding with mine, his rough stubble burning me.

He’s burning me, setting my body on fire even as the words spoken still echo in my ears.

God, having Jet do Joel would be hotter than hell and the image sends a spark through my core, making me whine in Joel’s mouth. The tingle spreads to my breasts, hardening my nipples, and spreads in my belly, forming a heavy knot of need.

The image also makes me want to hug Joel hard and tell him everything will be okay. He’s tried so hard all his life to be who his family expected him to be. He’s already broken the mold and found his own path, with us. But, being Joel, he feels it’s not enough.

Not enough that he hasn’t told his parents yet. Not enough that he hasn’t met our families and officially declared he’s with us.

Not enough that he hasn’t given Jet what Jet gave him, even if Jet never demanded it, or even asked for it, as far as I know. They’ve both come so far since I first talked to them, and even more since we moved in together, but this…

Joel presses himself between my legs, lifting my skirt up until it’s bunched up around my hips and kisses me harder, one hand massaging my breast, his thumb circling my nipple.

“What do you want?” he breathes against my lips, his hard-on pressing against my hypersensitive clit through our underwear. It hurts a little, in a good way. Threatens to zap out my brain with desire.

“You. Now. Inside me.”

I’ve always told my boys what I need, at least in bed, although what I really want… this promise of forever? I can’t tell them that. I’m scared it’s too soon, too much.

I’ve never felt so insecure in my life, and I’ve had some lows. Probably because I’ve never loved anyone so much.

“Yeah.” He rubs himself against me, his thick cock almost bursting from his briefs as it slides along my seam. “Fuck, girl...”

I lose track of time, of reality, of anything but Joel as he does a small push up, his abs tightening and biceps flexing, so that he can push down his briefs and pull out his cock. The need to feel it inside me lances through my insides.

God, yes.

“Fucking hell,” Jet whispers, and I look up to find him moving behind Joel, sliding his hands from Joel’s shoulders down his arms. His mouth fastens on Joel’s neck, his eyes peering at me from under his long lashes. “Give it to her.”

“What about you?” Joel manages, his breath cut short when I put my hand over his, gripping his cock. “Jet.”

“I fucking love your back,” Jet mutters, lifting his head. “And your ass. I’ll just touch you while you fuck Candy, see if you like it.”

Joel’s cheeks redden. “What will you—?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t fuck you.” Jet winks at me and licks a line on Joel’s strong shoulder. “Not this time.”

I trust Jet to do this right, to give Joel what he really needs, not just what he thinks he wants tonight.

And that’s the last of my coherent thoughts as Joel tugs my panties to the side and enters me in one long, slow thrust that has me clutching his shoulders and hanging on for dear life. He bows over me, grunting, planting his hands on either side of my head, and my toes curl on the covers as he slides deeper.

Jet kneels beside us, one hand in the small of Joel’s back, sliding lower, to his ass. His other hand is wrapped firmly around his own hard-on, and he looks so hot like that, only the feel of Joel rocking into me distracts me.

Then Joel groans and stills, his body trembling. “Jet…” he hisses. “Jesus.”

“That good, huh?” Jet leans closer to Joel, his hand moving. “You like my finger inside you?”

Oh shit.