Page 54 of Last Breath

Cautiously walking over, laughing about her worship to the porcelain gods, then the rush for bacon, I pick up the container that was meant for me. Handing Sal the other one, we watch Joy delve into the food as if it’s her last meal.

“This is so good.” Joy is happy. Good.

“Will we be able to grab a slice of bacon, or are we chancing death?”

“Death is an adventure, boys. I’ve learned that now. Try to tackle the last slice from me, though, and we’ll have a war. Expect grace, poise, and a hefty puddle of blood if you get in the way.” Flashing the plastic knife, Joy cuts into the pancakes. “I can do damage with this. Just try me.”

“I’ll try it,” Salem states as he rises to approach her.

Laughing, I roll my eyes at her threat. “Even I won’t try you, Joy.”

“Right now, consider yourselves lucky. I’ll share today, but don’t expect it in a few months.” Tearing into her pancakes, she moans, as if I’d just given her a tongue-lashing orgasm. “This was thebestidea.”

I begin to tear into my own food. “I’m glad you approve.”

“So what’s the plan for today?” Salem queries as he reaches across for the crisp bacon.

“Mine.” Smacking the back of his knuckles with her plastic utensil, Joy laughs in a silly tone. The jubilant noise bounces off the walls.

I’ve known Salem for what feels like an eternity. Watching the corners of his mouth turn, his teeth shine and a loud, deep rumbling laugh escapes. To see him smiling—truly smiling, it’s an anomalie. Laughing? Joy in our lives has pulled emotions from Salem I thought he couldn’t express.

Never.

I couldn’t appreciate Joy more than I do right now. Seeing him smiling lights my soul. When they’re few and far between, you tend to enjoy them that much more. It makes him beautiful in so many ways. He could have been an amazing person, if only Tress hadn’t created the darkness and given it an outlet.

If only…

Tearing into the package of bacon, fighting Joy for the odd slice, the two of them joke and laugh, being carefree. Could we possibly make it as a family for a child? To give it what it should have and what we missed out on?

“I’d love to catch up on television. Can we just hang out? I can’t remember the last time I watchedanything.” Salem is interested in watching TV? Well, that’s a new one.

Jumping up and down on the unmade bed, Joy grins. Reaching for the remote off the nightstand, her tiny tank top rises. Seeing Salem smile, seeing her lighthearted, and seeing her soft skin showcased, my appetite for food has been sidelined.

“Find an action. I can’t be made to watch some chick flick,” Salem huffs, grabbing up the take-out containers and setting them on the bed. Lying down on the edge, facing the television, he nips into his food.

With Joy sitting up in the middle, she pats the side opposite Salem. “Come on, join us, Mal. Have some breakfast.”

Sitting cross-legged in tiny shorts, her pretty trimmed cunt peaks out from the edge. It calls to me.

“That sounds terrific.” Rising off the chair by the door, standing at the end of the bed, I shove her food out of the way.

Protesting, Joy grumbles as I pull on her foot. Unravelling her legs, pulling her to the end of the bed, her legs dangle off the edge. “Mal, I was eating.”

“I’m about to.” Tearing at her flimsy cotton shorts and moving them to the side, I rub a finger along the seam of her neatness. “This is my breakfast.”

As it dawns on Joy that she’s about to be my meal, her grin steps up. “Well then, I’d hate to see you starve.”

Drawing a finger around her core, I drag the shorts off and dive in. Holding her hostage, my lips, tongue, and teeth tear into her body. Her scent and taste send me into a tailspin. With my fingers searching her entrance, I look up her body. With pure ecstasy clouding her sight, her fingers tear into the sheets. Salem watches, entranced by my care of her body and her ecstasy. Lifting my head slightly, wordlessly, I entreat Salem to engage himself.

Setting his own container on the floor, he stands up and removes his boxers before crawling back onto the bed. Grasping his cock tightly, Joy pulls his body closer as she mouths his length.

Rising from the floor and pushing her back across the bedding, I shift Joy back until her feet hit the edge. I know the depth of her orgasms almost as well as I know Salem’s and my own. I can always feel it when she’s ready to crest. I want to feel that wrapped around my cock as I come today. I’m not wasting it on my mouth.

As I pull back to stand, I hear her groan around a mouthful of Salem’s cock shoved deeply in her throat. If I push her, he’ll feel it. Even though I love to devour her soul through this opening, if I don’t quit, I’ll be lost to her charms. That one day, being inside of her, I’d found that I enjoy fucking her as much as I do Salem. I know I can never give that up.

Seeing me rise away, Salem eyes me, knowing where this is going, what I intend. What I want. He doesn’t nod his acknowledgement, he doesn’t tell me yes, but I can see the bit of disappointment cross his face. He knows that I’m going to find satisfaction in the body of a woman. It’s not that I find it to be more than when I’m inside of him, it’s just different. I love to feel him fall apart for me, but finding a new sense of solace in her body has left me greedy for more. Pistoning my hips in time to her throat filling with his cock, I pull her hips closer. Salem repositions himself over her body, leaning forward so that it reaches down her throat. As he bends across her his body, he comes closer to me.

“You’re mine. Remember,” he says, staring deeply into my soul. “You’re mine, Malachi, not hers. No one but mine to hold, love, and cherish.” Releasing her hip with one hand, I grasp him by the nape. Pulling him tight, showing him how much he means to me, we kiss with unfettered passion.

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