Pucking Ever After(Jacksonville Rays, #2.5)

by Emily Rath

“You are my husband, joo?”

“How is he?” “Oh, I thought he was kind of boring, so I traded him in for a baby sloth,” I tease. “Much cooler. Wanna see?”

Within the hour, we’re all awake again, including No Name, who let out a loud fart and then proceeded to wail until Rachel took him and shoved a boob in his face.

She’s all smiles. It glows like a light inside her. Fuck me, this is the most beautiful she’s ever looked. I want a picture of her sitting just like this—hair a mess, IVs in her hands, tired circles under her eyes, nursing my kid. She looks like an earth goddess, all power and calm and love.

He’s mine regardless. Mars is right, no fucking exit. But there’s something satisfying for me knowing I loved Rachel first and now we’ve made this beautiful human life together. There’s a shared piece of us in the universe. It feels like a full-circle moment.

This morning is the only opening the dentist had for two months. Which means I’ll be home alone taking care of two needy, mouth sore babies.

With Jake, it’s never been about sexual touch. I know he doesn’t want that from me, and I don’t want it from him. He simply craves physical intimacy—platonic and romantic. With the others, he craves sex. He craves my touch when he’s tired, when he’s bored, when he needs the quiet only my closeness can bring. Ours is not the touch of lovers. It’s the touch of being loved. And for us it’s enough. Our partners happily provide for the rest. Our partners…

“Sometimes I jerk off using your body wash. I pretend the gel is you.” His hands slide back down my sides, gentle caress. “I rub your cum into my skin and let that scent haunt me. Wanna smell like you—”

He’s drugged. He’s not himself. My protective instincts flare, a flame burning bright. In this moment, he’s mine to comfort, mine to keep safe.

glass, I make the sign of the Vulcans. Caleb mirrors me, smiling like a loon. “Hey, Mars…” I lift a brow at him. “Live long and suck my dick.”

We’re partners, Mars. Metaphors. The bread in the Price Family sandwich. And that’s for fucking life,” he adds, waving a finger at me. “No take backs.”

“If you diss Taylor to my fucking face right now, I will file for divorce so fucking fast, I swear to fucking god, Mars.”

Now is not the time to remind him that we’re not legally married so his threats are empty. Besides, I’d like to see him try and get rid of me.

“She’s a fucking lyric wizard, Mars. And she knows more about love and heartbreak than all the poets, all the heart doctors and brain scientists, all the movie writer people.” He waves his hand emphatically with each thing he adds to the list. “She knows us, Ma...

We pull to a stop at a red light, and he turns, tears in his eyes, and belts out the words as if he wrote them himself. My eyes go wide as he grips at his chest. He mimes tearing his heart out and then reaches over as if handing it to me. Unsure of what else to do, I open my hand, letting him place the invisible heart on my palm. Then he turns away as the chorus resumes, chanting the words like a prayer. I didn’t know he was such a fan of Taylor Swift. This has to be the drugs, right?

“Jake tells me to be patient, and I am being patient, Mars. I’ll keep waiting. I’ll keep pretending it’s enough because I know you’re not ready and maybe you never will be. But I’m gonna keep waiting, Mars. And maybe someday you’ll look at me the way you look at Rachel, and then I’ll know I don’t have to wait anymore. Because we could be so good together, Mars.”

“I miss your hair,” he says over me as we start up the stairs. “Rachel does too. You were so fucking sexy with the long hair.” “I see…and now I am no longer sexy? My wife and my metaphor find me repulsive?” He scoffs. “Yeah, our wife who rides your dick every chance she gets finds you repulsive. Wake up, Mars.”

He’s such a good father, patient and protective. He’s a good partner for the same reasons. I may be Jake’s port in the storm, but Caleb is mine. I want him looking at me the way he was looking at me in the car, full of raw hope and desperation. I want him grounding me with his words, his touch.

Rachel is the slow beating of my heart, essential to living. Jake is the breath of fresh air in my lungs. But Caleb? He’s become my second set of ribs. He’s our protector, our center. He keeps us safe. He keeps us whole.

I want to stay in here with him. I want to hold him in my arms and block out the world until he’s strong again. But he has to let me in. He has to really want that from me. He has to say it again in the harsh light of day. Soberly, decidedly. No drugs. No doubts. Because if we take this step forward, there’ll be no going back.

it was kind of cute. You were so smitten. You kept calling him your ‘sexy Thor’ and said he was the Viking god of love. You said he was so handsome it made your heart hurt.”

“And then you pulled him in close and said you want to live inside his skin.”

Jake loves me so much. He loves us all. I don’t know what any of us did to deserve him. He makes me so fucking happy.

“If you did something to hurt them or betray their trust, I will bury you in a sea turtle nest!”

“Let me in,” I beg, my hands clinging to his shoulders as we share air, kissing like we’ll die if we stop. “No more living life as halves. Be whole with me. Let me climb inside your skin, inside your mind. Please, baby, just let me in, and never let me go.”

“Is that what you need from me?” He breaks our kiss, and we press our foreheads together, breathing in sync. “Rachel gets my heart, Jake gets my calm, and you get everything else? You want to step inside my bones and wear me as a second skin? You want to possess me, body and soul?”

He hoists me up his front and turns us, his hands wrapping around my thighs as he barrels down the hall. Caught off guard, I laugh like a kid, relief and excitement surging through me as I cling to his shoulders. He’s carrying me like a fucking koala.

“I will bury myself in this ass and claim you from the inside out, Cay. From this night onward, you will walk through life as mine. Say you accept, and we begin.”

His deep voice acts like a key, unlocking whatever submission genes I have hidden away inside my head. I’m trembling as he looks at me, his height giving him an advantage so he’s looking down. With my other lovers, I prefer dominance, even if they both love to brat me until I see red. But Mars is no brat. And he’s definitely not submissive. The only way to have him is for me to be the one who gives in. Apparently, I’m fucking here for it.

“Please, baby…please fuck me. Take me, and fill me, and make me feel so fucking good.” I cup his half-hard dick, giving it a stroke. “I want this dick in my ass. Pound my hole raw, and paint my insides with your cum. Fill me until I overflow—”

“You taste so good,” he mutters against my ass cheek. “So warm for me. So ready. And your hole stretches so well. You want me in this ass, don’t you? Want me to own you, fill you until you drip with my mess.”

I’m happy to wait all night for you, my love.

I want you to carve your name into my fucking soul—

Fucking own me. Shatter me. Drown me in your cum.”

“I wanted your cum inside me,” I say, my tone a desperate whimper. He folds himself over me again, his hands smearing the cum all over my back, massaging it into my skin. “No,” he growls in my ear, nipping my lobe and making me hiss. “You wanted to wear my cum. You dreamt of this, Caleb. You practiced in the shower, alone and aching for it. Now look at you, covered in my seed like a needy, perfect whore. You’re mine.” He slaps my ass, and I gasp despite myself. “You’re my jaded little cum whore. And you’ll wear my seed with pride because you know you’ve earned this, every fucking drop.”

“I learned from the best.” I blink, dumbfounded. Me. He learned to dirty talk from listening to me. Well, the student has surpassed the master. A-fucking-plus.

My skin is so sticky with his cum. It’s all over me—my chest, my stomach, my back. I’ve been bitten and scratched and bruised. I’m thoroughly fucked. But we’re not done.

“I wanna ride this dick until it cuts me in half. And this time you will come inside me. We don’t stop until my ass leaks with your cum.”

your mouth works just fine, so you’re gonna suck my dick like it’s your favorite flavor of milkshake. If I’m your cum whore, then you’re mine. You’re gonna choke on this dick and fucking love it—”

“I will not hide from this. If you are mine, you’re mine with the doors open. No compromises, no doubts.”

“You’re it, baby. You were my missing piece. Now it’s you, Jake, and Rachel. You’re it for me for fucking ever. I am never letting you go.”

“Rachel is ours, and Jake is ours, but you are mine,”

When it comes to my loves, I’d follow them anywhere.

“Ilmari Kinnunen Price, why are you in Cay’s bed right now?” Rachel shouts, her glee barely contained. “And why are you both naked?” “Babe, they obviously just fucked,” Jake replies for us. “Would you check out their faces? Look how fucking happy they look. Oh my god, this is too much information. I’m freaking out. Now I’m picturing it, and I’m dying.”

“Well, wait—how did it happen?” says Rachel. Jake’s face is pressed in next to hers. “Yeah, when did it happen? Where did it happen? How many times did it happen? We need details.”

“Well, after that time I wore your shirt and you went all caveman on me, I’ve been slipping your clothes into Mars’s drawers. It’s been a bit of trial and error trying to figure out which of your clothes you’re attached to. Plus, we have a lot of the exact same shirts and stuff—wait, was it the Michigan tee?” He laughs out loud at the look on my face. “Oh, please god tell me it was that ratty Michigan tee.”

“We’re together,” Mars replies, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me closer so I’m more clearly in the shot. Leaning in, he kisses my brow, which sends our partners cooing like a pair of sappy doves.