Page 42 of Diary from an Inked Throne

Nyah floated across the water to me. I kissed her mouth, but she straddled me and reached between us, lining my hard cock up with the opening Lynx had just been inside.

Not one part of me was jealous over it.

How could I be, when the look on her face had been nothing but pure pleasure? Despite being together every day for weeks, we hadn’t been intimate.

We’d both been waiting for this.

For them to come home.

And now they were here, there was nothing left to stop us.

She sank down on my cock, taking it into her pussy until I was completely buried in her. I didn’t ask her if she was sure she could go again, even though it had been months since she’d had sex. It was clear to me she knew what she wanted and she was done waiting for it.

Done not living while she waited for her heart to be whole again.

There was relief in the way I pushed into her. Relief that she still had this in her. Not because I’d missed being inside her, though I had. I would have never had sex again if she had said she didn’t want to. As long as I could still be with her.

But I was relieved she wasn’t letting the loss of our son stop her from living.

Some days, the grief was so thick I couldn’t see a way out of it, for either of us.

And then some days, like today, like this moment, I remembered there was still so much to live for. That he would come home. And that when he did, we’d be here, waiting for him with open arms, ready to pick up where we’d left off.

I just wanted to meet my son.

But I didn’t want to lose his mother in the process.

Her riding my cock in a hot tub with Lynx and Luca’s steadying presences right here with us reminded me I hadn’t.

That she was okay. She wasn’t broken, and neither was I.

She moaned, sliding up and down my dick, Lynx’s cum deep inside her helping to keep her lubed up.

Luca moved in behind her, one hand coming to squeeze her breast, the other mysteriously kept behind her.

But then I felt the added pressure, her pussy suddenly tighter on my cock, and I knew he had two fingers in her ass, working them into her while she moaned and reached back for him, keeping him right there where she wanted him.

“Need to fuck you, princess,” he whispered. “Fuck, you’re taking my fingers so well. Want you on my cock.”

I drew her in tighter, so she was lying on my chest, but I slid down a bit, angling us so Luca had better access to her ass.

She nodded in between short breaths, alternating between kissing me and twisting back to do the same with him. “God,” she moaned out hoarsely. “I need to come again.”

I took over keeping the rhythm, holding her still, sliding in and out of her pussy.

Luca’s gaze met mine over her shoulder, and something silently passed between us.

We’d thought we were going to die beneath that church. We’d been so sure we would never get this with her again that we’d spoken about it at length. Driven ourselves mad trying to remember what every inch of her body felt like, while mourning that we were never going to have it again.

His look asked one question.

Are you okay?

I knew Luca could be an asshole. Knew he’d done some shitty fucking things in his past.

And yet it was suddenly him who’d become the best friend I’d ever had.

I doubted he would ever show the world this side of him. The side that cared about another man he didn’t want to fuck. The side that could be gentle.