Misfit(127)

He’d have no excuse not to remove his jeans. He’d done it before in front of them, but he preferred not to, especially after his run-in with Dillon and Uncle Harry. He didn’t want to disappoint her. Fee saw him as a man and not a cripple. Still, he wasn’t yet ready to bare all his vulnerability in front of her, and risk changing her perception of him.

“Unzip me,” she said.

Not responding, Stretch did as he was told. In the moment and not lost in bitterness and grief, he wondered why he’d never taken Cash’s suggestion seriously and looked into surgery. He didn’t have the money for it, but he’d know the particulars. Instead of feeling sorry for himself, he could’ve gotten a loan from a bank or a credit union  .

“Stand up.” Allowing her jumpsuit to slip to the ground and stepping out of it, Fee grabbed his hand and pulled. “I want to do something.”

Stretch stood, settling his hands on Fee’s waist and caressing the contours of her body, beautifully displayed in a striped orange panty set. She balanced on her tiptoes and kissed his lips before dragging him to Cash.

“We could all use a hug,” she said, her hands going to his cut before raining kisses across his still-covered chest.

“You’re right,” Stretch agreed, touched yet again by her sweetness.

Although Fee was Zoann’s height of five feet seven inches, she was still shorter than him and Cash. Stretch lifted her off her feet so she could wrap her arms around both their necks, the mounds of her tits tempting him to boldness. He’d never felt confident enough to take her into his arms, without it somehow involving Cash. The day in the woods didn’t count. They’d been fully clothed. In the back of his mind, he’d always feared she’d reject him, believing she’d always want Cash more than she did him.

Tugging her away from Cash and setting her on her feet, he bent and took her mouth in a deep, soul-searing kiss. Her passionate response unfurled something inside of him. He’d shed so many tears—he’d bled—just to be wanted, loved, and needed. Fee demanded only honesty from him, from them, in exchange for her love. He had it in him to offer the same. He had it in him to forgive himself and everyone who’d ever wronged him.

He also had it in him to share Cash with Fee, and Fee with Cash, and know he had a place with them.

Lifting her again, he turned toward the bed, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Unbuckling his belt and opening his fly, he sat on the edge of the bed, his head buried between her tits. Licking the delicate skin of her chest, he pushed the seat of her panties aside and slid into her pussy.

She was hot and wet and silky. Grinding against him, she threw her head back and groaned. Overcome with wanting her, Stretch thrusted up into her, moving in and out of her, growling in ecstasy. Regretting the clothes between them, he ripped her panties away.

“Undress, baby, please,” she breathed.

Fuck, if she would’ve asked him to scale the Eiffel Tower right then, he would’ve. He hated to pull out of her, but to undress he had to. Sitting her next to him, he stood.

“My leg’s ugly,” he warned her.

She fell against the pillows and opened her legs, fingering her swollen clit. “Nothing about you is ugly,” she said on a little whimper that almost made Stretch come then and there.

“Get on your knees, Fee,” Cash directed, suddenly right next to Stretch. “Stretch is going to fuck you from behind while I fuck him.”

Stretch grinned.

Without hesitating, Fee removed her bra and got on all fours, leaving her tits hanging. Unable to resist, Stretch caressed the curvature of her spine. “I want to suck your tits,” he told her.

“What’s stopping you?” she returned, lifting herself on her knees and thrusting her tits in his face.

“So true.” Taking a taut nipple into his mouth, Stretch sucked, twirling his tongue around the peek, enjoying her sighs of pleasure, his own groan escaping him at the feel of Cash running his lips along his back, all the way down to his sac.

Tingles raced down Stretch’s spine at the feel of Cash’s mouth on him and his fingers stimulating inside his ass. Fee’s scent and the sound of her voice almost drove him over the edge.

“I want to come while I’m fucking you, Fee,” he said, “not like this.”

“Your wish is my command,” she swore, resuming her position on all fours.

The moment Stretch slid into her, Cash crawled behind him, and glided inside of him, filling the room with the cries of their combined bliss and making Stretch forget the ugliness of the day.





Smiling, Fee held up the two boxes of glazed donuts she’d insisted Stretch stop and purchase since he was determined to return to his mother’s house bright and early the next morning.