Page 9 of Desiderium (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #2)

Hawk

“What about this?” I raise my hand, shaking a bottle of brown stuff with the worst name ever. “Whore-chester-sir sauce? Wash-your-sister sauce? Whooo-shah-shah sauce? What-the-fuck ever. Do you want this brown shit?” I point to the bottle in question.

Jax takes a look back over his shoulder and laughs to himself, and probably at me if we’re being completely honest here.

“Worcestershire sauce, numb nuts, and no thank you. Put it back.” He nods to the cupboard I took it out of and continues to dump the contents of the one he’s working on.

So far, he’s managed to find Spam, potato flakes, and a dried gravy packet.

Nothing too impressive yet, but food is food.

I’ll take what I can get. And, whatever Jax whips up, I know it will be delicious.

He never disappoints when it comes to meal prep.

And at least we can be happy it’s going to be good, old-fashioned, normal food instead of the hamburgers-in-a-can he found earlier.

.. Fucking disgusting. Given the current state of affairs, I’d eat it if I needed to—definitely have eaten other comparable gross shit in my life—but would it be my first choice?

Would I be happy about it? Nope and nope. Double- nopes... full stop.

Some things should simply not exist.

I stand and lift my arms over my head, stretching my back a bit before I look over to the living room area.

The farmhouse has about the same floor plan as the bug-out-bungalow we’ve been holding out in, but on a much grander scale.

Plus, there’s an upstairs where I’m almost positive there’s at least one bedroom.

I’m not sure how long we’ll be staying here, but looking at the rain pouring down outside, I don’t think we’ll be leaving any time soon.

That’s ok, though. We have a roof over our heads, some food available, a fire roaring, and our beautiful woman snuggled up to Cole. What else could we ask for?

Just looking at the two of them brings a smile to my face.

Before meeting Aly, I never would have thought I would be sharing the love of my life with my best friends.

But to be honest, after everything we’ve been through, I don’t think I can picture it any other way.

Surprisingly, everything’s worked out pretty well.

No one’s fought and I think it’s brought us all closer.

Both mentally and physically. Especially physically.

Being in a relationship involving three guys and one woman, the sexual configurations tend to get rather interesting.

Now, I’ve never been shy in the locker room, or anywhere really, but it’s different when you have your dick within mere centimeters of another.

Sometimes even touching. Sometimes even touching on purpose… .

Dick wielding sword fights were never really on my radar for major events in my future but here we are competing in erotic fencing competitions nearly every day and/or night.

I will admit, there was a time, when this all first started, where I was confused. Beyond confused. I questioned everything I knew about myself. Or at least, what I thought I knew.

I mean... I’m straight. Always have been. At least I think I am. Never really thought otherwise. There’s nothing like a woman’s body to put my mind and body into a higher gear. But if that’s the case, why does messing around with Cole get me so amped up?

I think it has more to do with Aly’s presence rather than Cole’s, to be honest. I can’t see myself fucking around with Cole, you know.

.. just the two of us. But for Aly... I think I’d do just about anything she asked me to.

The look on her face when I push past my limits, trying something that blurs the lines just a little further, is worth every bit of second guessing.

I swear she brings herself right to the edge of ecstasy just by watching Cole and me act out her fantasies.

And, in turn, watching her bring herself to the edge, brings me immeasurable pleasure.

It’s a perpetual cycle of debauchery and some of the most intense sex I’ve ever experienced.

And how Cole pushes our limits? The man knows what he’s doing.

The way his imagination runs wild with new and crazy scenarios is something else.

And she’s obviously into it. And if her being into it gets me all hot and bothered then I say bring it on.

Besides, it’s Cole for fuck sakes. If there’s anyone besides Aly that I’d want to be experimental with, it’s that kinky bastard.

When Cole came out about his past, it floored us all.

Not because he’s most definitely bi—none of us care about that shit—but because he’s done so much!

Our Kinky Fuckers Anonymous meeting was eye opening in more ways than one.

It revealed, not only, Cole’s history and knowledge of all kinds of sex related shit, but also hidden fantasies, fetishes, and kinks for all of us.

We were able to be open with ourselves and each other.

Our newfound knowledge turned checkers into chess, and sex into a fucking theme park.

Jax was a little reluctant at first, but now he doesn’t seem to be bothered by the crazy animalistic sex we’ve all been having together with Aly.

Not at all, actually. Instead, he seems almost intrigued.

Even though he hasn’t actively participated in one of Cole’s blurrily lined sexcapades, he’s definitely been there on the sidelines as an active observer, making me think those limitations have been bent just a smidge.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think he’ll ever jump up and ask Cole to lick his nuts, but he’s definitely not judgmental when it comes to another’s preferences.

He simply keeps within his own preset limitations and we all abide by them, as we should.

I still have to applaud him with how far he’s come with all of this, though.

When Aly first came to stay with us, he was adamantly against it, choosing to keep her at an arm’s length at all times.

Days and weeks went past and eventually the distance between them grew shorter and shorter until he inevitably landed in bed with her.

He was in deep, drowning in a sea of Aly and didn’t even know it while Cole and I leapt in head first in an attempt to seek out her attention and affection.

Now, none of us can get enough of her. She’s our everything and our sole focus day in and day out.

Even Aly’s come a long way since we first found her.

She was always confident but, for some reason, never with the way she looked.

I blame Hollywood and stupid fucking social media for giving women unattainable and unrealistic beauty expectations.

If they were still around, I’d find each of them and shove their agendas right up their pompous asses.

Luckily for me, they’re already probably dead. Hurray for small wins.

Cole’s work with Aly, however, has done wonders.

Both for her confidence as well as her mental health.

I think back to that first night when he joined Aly and me and forced her to see just how beautiful she is over and over again.

Then there was the time when he assisted her in battling her anxiety by tying her up with lines and lines of rope. Then there was the time...

She hangs there, mid-air, hovering just over Cole who’s lying on his back on the bed, his head in the opposite direction—sixty-nine style.

The rope-ties he used force her legs to bend at the knee, her toes touching the lower curves of her ass, her pussy on full display for our pleasure, as well as hers.

I run a finger through her wetness and down to where Cole is teasing her clit with his tongue.

His mouth opens to take me in, tasting her on my flesh, relishing in her flavors.

He resumes his work on her pretty little pussy while I make my way around to Aly’s face.

Jax, having prepared for this earlier, flipped the couch around to face the bed, and is seated there, enjoying the show, choosing to watch rather than participate.

He runs his hand up and down, stroking his cock in time with Cole’s languid exploration.

Looking over at me, he catches my gaze and lifts his chin in Aly’s direction, eager for me to take her.

Aly’s face is a sinner’s dream: eyes rolled back into her head; her jaw slacked in pleasure.

Gentle moans leave her lips after every hitch of breath she makes.

Cole’s taking his time with her, making this one last almost a half hour.

He’s hypnotized her with his touches. His fingers.

His lips. His tongue. She’s dazed and loving every second of it.

I stroke her face where it hangs just above Cole’s cock, still sheathed beneath his jeans. “You like that, sweetness? His lips on yours? You like his tongue on you? In you?” She makes a soft mewling sound before pressing into my hand. “Would you like more inside of you?”

She finally opens her eyes, peering up to meet mine as she stutters out, “Fuck, yes.” Sticking out her tongue like the good girl she is, she waits patiently as I pull down my zipper.

My cock is heavy in my hand. We’ve been teasing her for a while and its effect is just as obvious on me.

My breath falters the second the sensitive underside of my dick touches her wet tongue .

“That’s it, baby, swallow him whole,” Jax groans from his position on the couch, grasping his cock in an even tighter grip. I’m not sure she hears him over her own moans but suddenly she drops her head, forcing my cock down her throat.