Coming April
When that door banged shut behind them, the energy in the
room changed. Wreck was still desperate, and Cody was horny as hell. Clothes
were damaged in the ensuing pull and tug of Wreck and Cody getting in each
other’s way while trying to get their clothes off.
Turning, Bellamy secured the door, took a deep breath, and
decided it was time to take charge. If he’d needed any confirmation that it was
the right decision, Wreck gave it to him moments later, when he yanked Cody towards
him by his recently healed arm, forgetting to check his strength as he crushed
Cody to him.
Bellamy saw him wince, some of the spark in his eyes dim a
little as a flash of pain hit. Knowing Cody’s tolerance for it, Bellamy knew
that yank had to be a rough one, but rather than say anything, Cody melted in Wreck’s
arms, allowing himself to be spun around and flung over the arm of the couch.
When Wreck reached to yank Cody’s jeans off him, Bellamy grabbed both of his
wrists and gave as hard a squeeze as he could.
“You need to take it easy before you break our pet.”
Those words, and how tight he held on to Wreck clearly had
an impact as the man blinked and straightened up, looking from Cody to Bellamy
who met his lust-blown gaze.
“We will all get where we want to be,” Bellamy told him,
keeping his voice low and firm. “But you’re on the wrong side of rough right
now, so let’s tune it down some and lay some groundwork, yeah.”
Wreck blew out a long breath as he stroked one hand over the
curve of Cody’s ass, squeezing, but since Cody only moaned and shook his ass at
Wreck like he was wanting more, Bellamy let it go. “Okay, yeah, I hear ya.”
Wreck said. “Cody, you good?”
Tongue poked between his lips, Cody looked back over his
shoulder at them, confusion, and hesitation evident in his gaze.
“What’s the rule?” Bellamy asked sternly.
“Truth, even if it’s not what someone wants to hear,” Cody
replied. He needed no further prompting to turn his attention on Wreck. “I need
you to not be so rough.”
“Done.” Wreck said reason and concern dulling the burn of
all that lust raging in him.
“Thank you,” Cody said softly.
“Now, clothes off,” Bellamy declared, licking his lips as he
watched them strip. Only after he was done did he calmly remove his clothing
and leave them in a pile beside theirs. “Safewords?”
“Genesis,” Cody declared.
The look Wreck gave him, like he didn’t understand why
Bellamy had used the plural variation of the word, left Bellamy smiling.
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