CHAPTER 194

MOONA POV

I hate seeing Brian so sad. I don’t understand all of it, but I know it’s bad, and I know it’s about work.

 I also know how hard he tried to work with me when I was sitting across his desk every week. He’s good with people. He cares.

Even if that place is stuffy and snooty and not good for people like me.

 I don’t think now’s the time to tell him that, so I keep my mouth shut and do what I can do, which is mainly make coffee.

 He closes his newspaper and pulls me tight against him as I dish out the drinks, and it’s nice to feel him smile against my cheek.

      “I’m sorry,” he says, “I don’t mean to seem miserable. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you.”

I nod. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you, too.” I look over at Cain. “Both of you.”

      I love how Brian’s arm feels around my waist. I love the smell of him in his suit.

      He’s wearing the tie I bought him and it makes me feel proud.

      “Did they say anything?” I ask. 

“About me, I mean? Did you get into trouble for helping me?”

      “No, it’s all good,” he says and I’m relieved.

      I’m glad I’m not going to cost him the job he loves, not yet anyway. But from the gist of their conversation, it seems as though it’s on the rocks regardless.

I’m sure I’m the only one in this room who wouldn’t think it a tragedy if he couldn’t do it anymore, but they don’t see what I see.

 They don’t see the snooty looks as you walk through reception, or the way you’re so aware the clock is ticking every time you try to talk through something.

      Being here, on this land, holds more value to anyone than that office ever will, but I don’t think Brian will see that right now.

 “You came straight back,” I said to him. “Does that mean you’re staying for good now?”

“I don’t have my suits here,” he says and Cain answers before I do.

“Pack a case then,” he tells him.

  “And move in?” Brian laughs, but Cain isn’t joking, and I’m not joking either as I nod.

      “Please,” I say. “I want you with us. 

Provided it’s ok with Cain, of course.”

  Brian shakes his head. “I think there’s a bit of a road ahead before we start talking about plans like that.”

      He waits for us to agree but we don’t.

      Not me and not Cain.

Brian sighs into my neck. “Enough of my shitty day,” he says. “Tell me about yours.”

      I do tell him. I told him how the top paddock needed some serious fixes.. I tell him how I fixed it and how I’ll be done with all of the fences before the week’s out.

      “Time for chickens then,” he says, and Cain smirks from across the table.

      “She’ll need to build herself a hen house first.”

      My heart soars at the thought. I can do it, I know I can. I just need some wood and nails and online videos.

      “I’ll build it,” I say. “I’ll build the greatest hen house you’ve ever seen.”

      “I don’t doubt it,” he says. “And when you have, we’ll get you some chickens to fill it with. We’ll go to Coleford poultry market and you can pick them out.”

      “And then the sheep next,” Brian says and Cain raises an eyebrow.

      “We’ll see how the chickens go first,” he says.

      And I can’t stop smiling, even though I’m grinning my head off, because I know that the chickens are going to go really fucking fine.

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BRIAN POV

Loving Moona Avii is everything I thought it would be. More than I thought it would be.

      Because the Moona Avii who snapped and sneered at me every week in my office has transformed into a girl who’s everything I knew she could be.

      Even more than I knew she could be.

 I know I said packing my clothes and bringing them here would be way too soon, but here, in bed, with Moona snuggled into my side and Cainpressed up against the back of her, it feels anything but soon.

It feels like all roads lead here, even if I didn’t know it before it happened.

      The whole town undoubtedly knows Moona is here, even if they didn’t even know where it was before now.

  Cain’s house will have been discussed and pointed out, questions raised over just what’s going on between the man they know makes a shit ton of money out of insurance, and the mouthy little gypsy girl they shake their head at in the street.

      But I don’t care.

      My job is the only string left holding me to any of their unwanted opinions, and that string is fraying before my eyes with every budget cut.

      I think this one will be the final one I can take. I’m going to hand in my notice to coincide with my existing case load winding down, and beyond that I have no idea yet.

      I’m sure something will come up, even as an interim measure.

      I shouldn’t respond to Moona’s kisses, because we all have things to do in the morning.

      I shouldn’t roll onto my side to press my cock against her belly because I’m dooming us all to a night of fucking and sucking until the dawn rises through the crack in Cain’s curtains, but I can’t stop.

  

    She’s addictive.

      She’s gentle as she takes me in her hand and squeezes. I hear Cain’s breathing quicken and I know she must be squeezing him too.

   Moona Avii is insatiable and I don’t recognise myself when I’m around her. I’m beginning to realise that’s no bad thing.

 My life is changing in every way, my career catapulting into unknown waters alongside this new crazy setup we’ve got going on. So many considerations to take into account, so many questions that we’ll need to answer down the line.

      But that’s not for now.

      Now is all about giving Moona what she needs, and right now she needs two men to take her and make her theirs.

      I slip my fingers between her thighs and find Cain’s already there. I don’t even flinch, just work my fingers along with his, teasing that hard little clit until she moans. Cain pushes his fingers inside her first, and when she’s bucking under our hands and begging for more, I slide mine right along in there next to his.

      Our dirty girl stretches so nicely for us. That tight little pussy sucks on our fingers, greedy for whatever we offer.

      I kiss her neck in the darkness, feeling Cain’s breath on my cheek as he does the same. Her hand works my dick so slowly I could go insane, but it’s bliss. Absolute pure fucking bliss.

      And then she tugs, shifting us closer, and I go with it, we both do.

      I don’t realise what’s happening until it’s too late, until I can feel the heat of Cain’s body so close, Moona’s wriggling underneath us as she spreads her legs and asks for deeper.

      I recoil instinctively as my dick touches another dick, jerking back my hips as though I’ve been burned.

      “Please,” she breathes. “I want you both inside me, both at once…”

      Understanding doesn’t ease the frantic beat of my heart.

      Understanding that she’ll want the length of my dick thrusting tight against another man’s inside her doesn’t make me any less hesitant as she coaxes me back into position.

      I focus on the warmth of her pussy around my fingers, holding my breath as I know the point of dick on dick is just moments away.

      I flinch at the contact when she touches us together, but this time I don’t pull away. The head of him is hard against mine, surprisingly slippery as she grinds us together, tip against swollen tip.