Auctioned to the Prisoners (Auctioned #4)

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CONNOR

WAKING UP

It’s hard to explain what it’s like now that we’re all back together. The relief is like a long exhalation of breath. Like standing on the top of a building with your arms outstretched... like floating in the ocean with the sun licking your skin from above.

Lory helps me take the food outside while Rock and James talk and laugh. The tamales turned out okay. They're a little rustic-looking, but food is about the taste, not about the appearance. Anyway, Lory taught me that a sprinkle of cilantro and a slice of lime elevates almost any Mexican dish.

“I can’t believe he’s here,” she says, returning for a bowl of rice.

“Does he seem bigger to you?”

She laughs brightly, her entire face lighting up. “I think he worked out all his sexual tension pushing weights in the yard.”

“The guy is going to freak out our neighbors.”

“If people weren’t wary of us before, they’re gonna be now!”

We eat, and Rock fills us in on the gossip from Blackstone. We don’t linger on it for long because he’ll want to focus on other things rather than carry the specter of where he’s come from into our new life.

“So, what have you guys been doing?”

“I have a job,” James says proudly. “Apprentice baker.”

“Well.” Rock rubs his stubbly face, smiling. “That’s amazing. What about you?”

His dark eyes settle on me, and he tips his head to one side. He knows that every time I leave the house, there’s a risk I might be spotted and apprehended. I’ve taken to bleaching my hair white-blond, and I’ve slowly been having my tattoos removed to make me less identifiable. I don’t go anywhere without sunglasses, which is fine in Mexico. The sun here provides a constant glare. Before I answer, Lory pipes up.

“I’ve started a business—Cakealicious—and Connor helps with the finances and promotions.”

“Plus, he’s our house husband.” James grins, and I scowl, not because I mind doing more of the chores but because his smugness riles me.

“I’ll put you on toilet duty if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

He pretends to zip his lips, and I nod my approval.

“What do you think you’ll do?” Lory asks. We’re not short of money, but men need something to keep them occupied, and the quicker Rock gets a job, the quicker he’ll be at home here.

“Construction.” He lifts his arms up and flexes his biceps. “Gotta give these guns some action to justify the work I’ve put in.”

“I really appreciate the work you’ve put in,” Lory says, hungrily eyeing all of Rock’s bulging muscles.

“If you were wondering about Lory’s sexual appetite now that she’s pregnant, it’s off the charts.” James stretches to hold his hand as high as it reaches, and Lory snorts.

“Like you guys give me a moment’s peace.”

“The more of you there is, the more of you I want.” My lips twitch as Lory’s lids lower with arousal. She’s been a little insecure about her body changing, but she has no reason to be. Her curves are spectacular, and the way her body has adapted to create a life has me in a constant state of awe.

“How do you…” Rock’s cheeks heat like a friggin’ virgin.

James chews on a mouthful of rice, grinning as Lory also turns into a tomato. “From behind mostly, or Lory on top. She gets tired, though, so it’s mostly us moving her around.”

“You’re making me sound like a lazy lover,” she snorts. “You try fucking with a watermelon attached to your belly.”

“And two grapefruits attached to my chest.” James lewdly makes big breast shapes over his shirt, and Lory tosses her napkin at his head. If Rock hadn’t noticed her bigger tits, he notices them now. When he sees her nipples for the first time, all big and dark, he’s going to lose his fucking mind.

“What?” He looks between Lory and Rock. “You guys are being weird.”

“We’ve been apart for a lot of months,” Rock says, nodding at Lory like he wants her to know he understands any awkwardness.

“You guys should head upstairs once we’ve finished eating.”

James told me he promised Rock a week of no sharing. Our big friend deserves some time alone with Lory for sure, particularly as there’s a deadline on the sex. She’ll need time to recover after the birth.

“I think we all should.”

I sit up straighter in my chair, pausing with a tamale in front of my mouth. “You sure?”

He nods. “It’s been a while, and it’d be good to watch how you are together before I wade in and do everything wrong.”

“You could never do it wrong.” Lory touches his arm. “You were always gentle.”

“Do you know whose it is?” Rock asks out of nowhere. It takes me a while to figure out he’s talking about the baby.

Lory shakes her head. “We talked about finding out after it’s born, but we didn’t make a final decision because we wanted you to have a say.

“I don’t care.” Rock brings his beer to his lips and takes a long drink, tipping the neck toward me and James once he’s done. “What about you?”

“We don’t care, either, but it might make sense to know, for the birth certificate or medical reasons.”

“And so I can give you a child each.” Lory’s voice is warm, and she rubs her belly affectionately. “Don’t you think it’ll be cool to have a mini-Connor, a mini-James, and a mini-Rock?”

“Colton,” Rock says softly. “If everyone’s making a change, I think I’ll leave Rock behind. Make a fresh start.”

“A mini-Colton,” Lory corrects, smiling. “Maybe I should change my name, too.”

“No way.” James grips the table. “Lory is perfect for you.”

“Really. I always thought it was kind of an odd name.”

“It’s pretty, and it suits you.”

“Sunshine suits her better,” James says, pulling her in for a sweet kiss. She still sings that song to him, but now he sings it back to the baby bump.

“You guys talked about names for the baby?” Colton asks.

“Lory has some ideas.” I smile, thinking about the playful arguments we’ve had over the past few months.

“They’re not sure about my ideas.” She pushes her plate away, and James immediately grabs the tamale, which she’s struggling to squeeze alongside the baby. “I like Sunshine for a girl.”

“It’s cute,” I say. “But are you sure the people around here are ready for that kind of hippie shit?”

“Sunshine is your name, honey.” James has been adamant about that.

“And for a boy?”

“Ray.”

“As in Ray of sunshine.” James shakes his head. “I feel personally responsible for this train of thought.”

“How about Liberty for a girl?”

We all pause, shocked and a little overwhelmed by Colton’s idea.

“Liberty. Libbie…” Lory sounds it out. “I like it.”

“I like it, too,” I add, relieved that Sunshine could be off the table.

“And for a boy?”

“Would you consider Ethan after my grandfather?”

“Ethan…” Lory gives it a similar consideration.

“I can’t believe you’re listening to him like this, and you rubbished all my ideas,” James says indignantly.

“I’m not naming my kids after Dolly Parton and Johnny Cash,” Lory huffs.

Colton burst into laughter. “Johnny, I could get behind, but Dolly? I mean, I love the woman, but her name isn’t good for a kid.”

Libbie or Ethan. I don’t care which it is, as long as the baby’s healthy and, most importantly, Lory comes through safely and soundly. She’s so tiny that I doubt her physical ability to give birth to a baby, but she keeps reminding me she has childbearing hips, so there’s that.

“Anyway,” James says, around his last bite. “We should get Colton upstairs before his nuts explode.”

“That’s a segue and a half.” Colton shakes his head. “But I wouldn’t say no if Lory’s game.”

“If you don’t mind doing all the work, I’m all yours.”

We all laugh, and I rise from the table.

“I’ll put the dishes inside, or we’ll get an ant infestation. You guys head up and show Rock—Colton—around. He might want to take a shower.”

Carrying a bunch of plates back into the kitchen, I smile as Colton and James escort Lory upstairs. I take my time, stacking the dishes into the washer and soaking the pans in the sink, needing a few minutes to get my head in the game. We’ve been building towards this moment for so long, and now that it’s here, I’m overwhelmed.

Lory tells me it’s normal to find happiness hard to deal with sometimes. I spent so much of my life in a state of fight or flight, trying to survive the hardship and not get swallowed by the darkness, that now my life has reset, I struggle to know how to handle it. My nervous system doesn’t know how to operate without threat. James is the same, and maybe Colton, too, although James has fewer issues around control. He’s been able to shed his volatility, and now there are fewer triggers to his moods.

I lock up the house, still not used to the open-door policy and the trust that comes with living in this community. Keeping Lory and the baby safe will always be a source of anxiety for me, even though I’m going to have to learn to share the responsibility with my friends.

When I finally climb the stairs, the sound of their soft conversation and laughter travels. The three of them haven’t started without me. They’re just hanging out in bed talking.

“There he is,” James says, tugging off his shirt. “Time to get this party started.”

“I thought you’d be halfway through by now,” I smile.

“No way.” Lory reaches for my hand. “This is our first time together since...” She pauses, realizing that mentioning Blackstone would be a mistake. “Since our last time together.”

“What she’s saying is we need a group hug.” James throws his arms around me, and I struggle to escape his grip.

“Jesus, man. We’re not in prison anymore. The only person I want to hug is Lory!”

“You guys used to do stuff to each other in Blackstone?” Lory’s eyes light up at the thought, which makes me laugh.

“Fuck no,” I say, shooting her a dark look as I strip down to my boxers.

She pouts. “But that would be so hot to watch.”

“You know what’s hotter to watch,” I say, grabbing her feet and spreading her legs.

“What?” she gasps.

“Colton getting his first taste of pussy in over seven months.”

The big man groans at the sight of her, spread out like a feast. Her belly curves low now, so a pillow under her butt is a necessity to get a good angle to eat her out. I help Colton because it’s his first time dealing with pregnancy sex issues, but instead of going straight for the good stuff, he climbs over Lory and kisses her sweetly. She melts beneath him, wrapping her arms around his waist and carefully clutching him to her. It’s such an emotional reunion that I get a lump in my throat until she shifts her hips, and he grinds into her, then he mouths his way to the promised land, over her tits and her belly, before groaning right into her center.

“That’s it, big guy.”

I grasp my cock and give it a squeeze as I watch his tongue flicking where Lory’s neediest. Her hand holds his head in place, tugging at the roots of his hair, which only makes him crazier. James has latched onto her nipple, licking and sucking it, more for his own pleasure than for hers. He’s obsessed with her tits, maybe even more than I am about having my cock inside her.

I jerk myself in time to Lory’s pants and gasps, leaking pre-cum in readiness. Since we found out she’s pregnant, we haven’t bothered with condoms anymore. Not that we bothered with them that much before. I guess that’s why we have a baby on the way!

“I want you in me,” Lory gasps. “I want to come on your cock.”

Colton rears up like he’s been poked in the ass by a cattle prod. Then he shoves his knees against Lory’s thighs so that she’s spread wide enough to take his bulk and eases inside her with slow precision. The noise she makes is so primal that my balls tighten. In prison, we’d have to stifle her louder cries, but here, we get to revel in her responses, even if the neighbors will give us strange looks in the morning.

Her tits are so much bigger, and they jiggle with every thrust. Colton groans, long and low, like a bear settling in for hibernation. As he pounds into her, all his new muscle flexes and she explores his body like she’s trying to memorize the map to home.

“Colton,” she cries, “Don’t stop. Oh. Fuck. Don’t…” She throws her head back, body straining, then goes limp as the orgasm surges. It’s such a beautiful thing to watch.

“Lory… fuck.” Colton chases her into a brutal climax, growling through it as he tries to keep his thrusts measured. It must be hard for him, with all the pent-up tension, but he’s got Lory’s welfare in mind. When he pulls out, he rolls onto his back, panting and staring at the ceiling for a few beats before he turns to Lory and cups her face in his big palm. “I love you,” he tells her. “I love you so fucking much.”

Her face softens, and she rests her hand over his. “I love you, too, baby, and I’m so glad you’re here with us now. There’s been a piece missing—”

“A really fucking big piece,” James interrupts, making us all laugh.

It’s good because emotions are high.

A big piece has been missing, but we’re all together now, and it’s unbelievably right.

Lory kisses Colton deeply and sweetly, making him purr. Then she rolls to face James. “How do you want it, honey?” she asks.

“Your mouth,” he says.

We’ve gotten used to communicating rather than assuming where sex is concerned. With multiple partners, it’s the only way. We’ve had to adapt as the baby has grown and Lory’s body has changed. Things have changed as our love for Lory has deepened. The bed is enormous, so I climb on it. James gets into position, lying curved around her head, positioned to put his dick in her mouth. He likes it soft and slow, with her gently sucking the head for the longest time, and I like burying my dick deep inside her from behind and rocking into her with measured, deep strokes. As we get situated, Colton watches it all.

I have to lift Lory’s top leg a little to get the right angle, but she’s so slippery with Colton’s release that I easily push inside. Her body is made for mine. I’m never as right or as whole as when I’m inside her like this. Sometimes, she lets me sleep inside her, which no one else has ever done for me, and it’s bliss to wake up with her warmth around me. Sometimes, I wake up to her coming in her sleep, her pussy clenching around me hungrily just from the pressure of my resting cock. Other times, it’s my release that wakes us both, spilling out from my dreams into reality, making her gasp into awareness.

Me and James have gotten used to sleeping with Lory between us, him with his mouth latched onto her breast and me behind her, warm and connected. Now Colton is here, we’ll have to adapt to sharing her three ways, and that’ll mean sometimes being on the outside.

I can take it if it means having my friends with me.

Lory wouldn’t be without the others, even if I could.

I grind into her, cupping her swollen breast in my palm and watching as she lets James gently pump into her mouth. She makes the sweetest sucking sounds and hums when I tweak her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

We get lost in pleasing each other, responding to touches and sounds, sliding into the familiar push and pull that’s become like second nature. When Lory’s getting close, I lean close and whisper the dirty things she likes to hear so much.

“This pussy feels so good,” I growl. “Look at you sucking that cock, taking it deep in your throat. I’m going to fill this sweet pussy with my cum while you swallow James like a good girl.”

She moans, and James likes it so much that his hips jerk and he groans his release.

Lory swallows him down, stroking his hip as he comes.

I find her clit with my fingers, but Colton has recovered enough to round the bed, and he’s there, wanting to play a part in getting our woman off again.

“That’s it,” he whispers. Whatever he’s doing makes Lory clench around my dick, and I grunt with the resulting pleasure.

“Oh… Oh.” She gasps, and her hips begin to buck, seeking the pressure and depth of penetration she needs.

I grip her chin and turn her head so that her ear is close to my mouth. She’s wearing the diamonds I bought her and when she wears them on her pretty ears, it fills me with pride.

“Give it to me, Lory. Come on my cock. Give it to me, princess.”

“Fuck…” she gasps as her body turns feral, snapping taut with release and then softening. My dick surges with the contractions of her orgasm, spitting my release with the impact of a flamethrower. My mind spins out of control as bright lights flash behind my eyelids, and boiling heat tightens my balls and powers my dick in stuttering thrusts.

“That’s it,” Colton says, breathless with awe.

“Fuck yeah.” James’ voice comes from somewhere behind, filled with a smile that’s totally right.

I laugh, and it’s big and booming, a release of the last of the tension I’ve been carrying around with me since the police picked me up and presented me with unwavering evidence of my own misdemeanors.

We’re together. We’re free. We have Lory and a future that’s as bright as the Mexican sun. New names and a new life. I want to say we deserve it, and in a funny way, I guess we do.

We’re no angels, but we know how to treat our woman like the queen she is. We’ll be grateful for every day we get to spend with her, knowing what life was like before she appeared with her pretty eyes and a giant heart. We’re going to work hard to keep on the right track so that our kids will have the kind of start that we could only have dreamed of and never face the reality of incarceration. We may have regrets, but what we did to deserve Lory will never be one of them.

I finally have happiness resting in the palms of my hands, and I’m going to do my best to hold on to it and never let it go.