CHAPTER 186

CAIN POV

Brian tugs his pants back on when it’s just us left in the room. I don’t bother with mine. Who really gives a fuck for modesty after all that?

      He collects up the beer bottles and gathers the scattered popcorn from the carpet while I grab a wet cloth from the kitchen to wipe down my poor ravaged sofa. I give Moona’s ass a playful slap on the way through and she pokes her tongue out.

      Fuck, I love that fucking girl.

      “You alright?” I ask Brian as I rub over the wet patches on the fabric.

      “I don’t know what I am anymore,” he says, but he doesn’t look about to go anywhere, and I doubt he ever will.

  I doubt either of us ever will, because this thing we have – the contagious Moona Avii effect – I’m pretty damn sure this shit is terminal.

      “I can’t find a way to justify why what we did feels so right,” he tells me.

      I tip my head. “So stop trying. I have.”

      “It can’t be right,” he says, but he’s lacking the conviction he’s been so desperately clinging onto.

      “Maybe it’s right for us,” I offer. 

“Maybe it’s right for her. Fuck, Brian, neither of us have a stellar fucking track record on the relationship front. Forty years old and both single? Maybe we’re not fucking destined for a twee little life with neat little tick boxes.”

      “Maybe not.” He looks so fucking pensive.

      There’s that urge to ruffle his hair again. To pull him into a friendly headlock and slap his back and make this all about two guy friends again.

      But I’m naked and he’s not far off either, and that crap still feels a little weird around the edges.

      I’m worried about him, I’m worried about how his mind will play over all of this. But most of all I’m worried he’ll try to climb back up the cliff we’ve just tumbled over.

      There’s no fucking way to scale back up that motherfucker, we’re well and truly all in.

      “Coffee’s up,” Moona calls from the kitchen, and we head out, him before me, dumping the cloth and the leftover movie-night supplies by the draining board before taking a seat at the island.

      It’s when I see him look at her that I know he’s gonna be just fucking fine.

      His eyes are warm, fingers reaching out to rest on her back so tenderly. Because he loves her. He really fucking loves her.

      I love the way he loves that girl.

      I love the way she smiles right back at him.

I love the way she sips her coffee and smiles at me, too.

We’re gonna be just fine and I know it, even if I do have to share my bastard bed with a naked guy.

I finish my drink and head up before them, tugging the bedcovers into some kind of order before I flick the bedroom lights down low.

I’m already in my en-suite shower as I hear Brian and Moona reach the bedroom. The bathroom door is open by invitation.

Moona has her hand in Brian’s. She tugs him along after her as she heads in my direction.

      I slide open the shower door and she steps inside, turning back to face him as he ditches his boxers on the tiles.

      I’m glad I’m a man who prefers opulence over budget, because it’s just as well I opted for a shower big enough for three. Moona grins as she joins me under the water, tipping her head back and closing her eyes as the warmth lands on her face. 

Brian presses up behind her, his arms around her waist as I grab the body wash from the rack. I squeeze a load into my palm and slap it over my chest, lathering it up before I offer the bottle to Moona.

 She laughs as she dribbles it over her tits, the filthy little minx making quite a spectacle of soaping her nipples. I brush her hands away and take over the job, soaping her nice and good before dipping my fingers between her legs. I lather up that delicious little pussy, washing our stickiness off her as she rests her head back against Brian’s shoulder. 

His hands palm her tits, his hair nearly as dark as hers under the showerhead. He kisses her wet hair and I browse the bottles on the rack for the fancy shampoo one of my last female guests left here.

   I hand it to him and he gets to work. Her expression is one of wonder as his fingers work her scalp, and under all this, under all the dirtiness and the sex and the come-ons she’s been giving us, I’m reminded again that this girl hasn’t really known tenderness before. She’s never been looked after before.

      It’s never been more obvious than it is right now. Never been more obvious than it is in her pleasure at having her hair washed by someone else’s hands.

      Her eyes are closed in rapture, mouth open as she tips her head back for him. He gathers her hair up onto her head, soaping her with surprising skill as she murmurs under his care.

      “That’s so nice,” she whispers, like it needs to be said. She moves exactly as he guides her to let him wash out the suds. She turns to him when he’s done, her clean hair hanging in perfect wet waves against her back. She takes the shampoo and reaches up to him, and my heart flips as she mimics what he did in perfect concentration.

      I suddenly wish I had more hair than I do.

      She soaps him right down, her eyes on his in nothing short of adoration as she works her hands over his body.

      I should feel jealous, but I don’t. I should be weirded the fuck out, but I’m not.

      My cock is hard again, but that’s secondary to the wave of devotion I feel to this beautiful creature in front of me.

      It’s secondary to the pleasure I feel in seeing my best friend so enamored by the girl he’s been in love with for months.

      When she’s done, she shoots me a glance over her shoulder. Her eyes are hooded but twinkling. I love the way the water droplets glisten on her eyelashes.

      “You next,” she tells me, and I press in closer. She turns between us, a fresh load of soap on the skin I already lathered, but I don’t care.

      My mouth dips to her neck and I lick up the water from her throat. She runs her soapy fingers between my ass cheeks and guides my thigh between hers.

      She must be tender but she doesn’t show it. She wriggles between us, wrapping an arm back around Brian’s neck to steady herself as he grinds against her from behind. 

We pin her, wet bodies rubbing wet bodies, soap and fingers and groans as our tender little wash session descends into another wave of hard dicks and needy pussy.

      “This is love, right?” she asks as I hitch that sweet little pussy tighter against my thigh. “Do we love each other?”

 The nervousness in her eyes breaks my fucking heart.

My answer is easy, even though it’s been impossible with every other woman I’ve ever had in my bed.

      “Yes, this is love,” I tell her.

      Her smile lights up the world.

Brian’s lips press to her temple, his eyes closed as he trails his fingers down her throat.

      “I love you,” he says. “I’ve always loved you.”

      She turns her face to his. “And Cain , you love Cain, too? We’re in this together, right? The three of us?”

 Her breath comes in little rasps as she grinds against my thigh.

      I save him from self-consciousness.

    “Yes, he fucking loves me,” I tell her. 

“He wouldn’t be sharing if he didn’t.”

      She seems happy with that, and so am I. 

“I want you inside me,” she groans. “I want it again. I want us to love each other again.”

      It seems now Moona Avii has opened up to the love word she can’t get enough of.

      It’s sweet. It’s beautiful.

      It’s more than enough to convince me that this crazy train ends somewhere worth the ride.

  Guiding her back onto Brian’s dick comes so naturally. Sucking her dripping tits while he fucks her from behind is a beautiful pleasure.

   Wet slaps of flesh make my dick throb. The judder of her tits as he thrusts inside is fucking divine.

      She braces herself against the wall, arms tense on either side of me, balancing like a fucking ballerina as Brian lift her leg to take her deeper.

      Water drips from her hair onto the hard dick in my hand, and her glazed eyes focus on mine.

      “It’s just bodies,” she whispers. 

“We’re all just skin and bone and muscle. Just people. All three of us. Three people who love each other.”

 I don’t know what she’s getting at until she presses a hand to my scalp. She pushes me down, urging me onto my knees before her.

     

I hear Brian’s balls slapping against her ass so loudly down here. I’m bizarrely fascinated by the way his dick thrusts inside her.

      “Just bodies…” she says again, and spreads her dripping pussy lips with her fingers. “Kiss me, Cain. Kiss me there.”

      But I don’t know if I fucking can.

      The swollen bud of her clit is ripe for sucking, and her taste is everything I want.

      But my shoulders are tense, and my stomach is fucking twisted up, and I don’t know if I can put my mouth so close to another man’s fucking dick.

      She grunts as Brian angles deeper. 

“Please…” she hisses. “Kiss me, Cain.”

      I squeeze my dick in my fingers, work that motherfucker hard as I contemplate the fucking unthinkable.

      “Just fucking bodies,” I grunt under my breath, grip her thighs and fix my mouth over that sweet fucking clit.

      It drives her crazy. Her hands are in my hair and the noises from her dirty mouth are everything.

      And it’s enough. It’s enough that I don’t care that another man’s balls are slapping so fucking close to my chin. It’s enough that I don’t care that my tongue is just an inch from tasting dick.

     

I don’t fucking care.

 And I can’t believe that one crazy girl is worth stepping over boundaries I’ve never considered crossing in my whole fucking life up until now.

      But she’s worth it.

      I just hope she’s worth it for Brian too, because as he grunts and groans and tells her he’s on the fucking edge she tells him to stop. She tells him not to come yet.

      And I’ve got a sneaky fucking suspicion he’s about to toe the line right after me.