Page 83 of Following Their Heart

On his way home from the farm belonging to our second-nearest neighbor, Shep finally heard from Bernard. The pelican was injured in the Great Bird Attack and has been holed up near a water reservoir outside Bozeman. Shep picked him up on the way back, and he is currently perched on the back of the couch by Shep and Doc, who worked together to heal his injuries. I was more relieved than I expected to see him again. He’s not a pretty bird, with his grizzled gray feathers, gnarled charcoal-colored feet, and beady pink eyes, but he has a certain majesty about him. He’s also a creature who was hurt by Raptor, and it’s awesome that we were able to help him. I’m glad he’s on our side now and that he’s healthy again. Shep tells us he’s ready and willing to scout ahead of our convoy as we travel, to forewarn us of any dangers.

Rev wraps up the meeting, and I take his hand. And Scrap’s.

“I’m hoping I can talk you two into spending the night in my cabin with me. Do you think it’s safe?”

“Hell, yeah, it’s safe.” Scrap taps his temple. “I see it all up here, now. We’re solid out there. No one’s gunnin’ for us on our turf. Not anymore.” I can hardly believe the progress Scrap’s made with his Gift. Everything run by computer on this mountain is accessible to him with just a thought. It’s incredible.

“Now, we’re comin’ for them,” Rev says. He wraps me up in his arms. “It will be our pleasure to join you, little one.” Just for me, he says, “Are you sure?”

Our first night together, Rev told me, “You two kids act just like siblings, minus the fighting. You have more in common than you think. You think you’re the only one ’round here who needs a daddy?”

Ever since, I’ve been curious about what kind of play Rev might initiate between us. I lost my real brother, Justin, to the Virus. Initially, the thought of being intimate with a “brother” felt squicky. But then, so did the thought of being intimate with a “daddy.” The latter epithet grew on me quickly, especially when uttered in the heat of the moment. The former is of definite interest to me. It’s like a forbidden, sexy treat, the word “brother,” and I want to try exploring the way it lights up my insides and makes me squirm andneed.

I’m also eager to see how Rev and Scrap are together, now that I know they’re not hiding what they have anymore. When they kissed in front of everyone the other night, it only added to my pleasure. I hope they’ll kiss in front of me tonight. I hope they’ll do more than that, too, but it’s up to them. I certainly don’t want them to do anything that makes them uncomfortable.

“I want to make daddy proud tonight,” I say in answer to his question. “I want—” I swallow hard. “I want to play with my brother.”

“Fuuuck.”Rev whispers the curse and sighs into my hair. “That sounds like heaven, baby girl.”

It sounds like Rev needs this. I think I do too, but I’m also nervous. I mean, I’ve been with two men before. Shep and Doc. And I’ve been with everyone all at once. But Rev likes things a little different when we’re one-on-one. He likes to give orders. He uses pet names that make me gush with arousal. He’s…intense. With my patient daddy, I never know what to expect.

“Will you go slow?” I ask, shyly.

“As slow as you need,” he promises. “Always.”

Rev

The past couple of nights,everyone’s been sleeping in the lodge. Partly for safety, partly for comfort. Togetherness heals. But tonight, we’re switching things up.

Cora’s cabin is dark and quiet as Scrap and I enter behind her. It’s the perfect, private place for a scene with my two little ones. I have a third little one now, after last night behind the shop, except he’s not actually little.

I can’t suppress the smile on my face as I remember commanding Scrappy boy and my newly-dubbed Brawny boy. Once the three of us convened behind Scrap’s workshop, I led some exercises in control for Brawn. Dirty talk about Scrap’s fine body and his long, gorgeous cock had Brawn yanking down the smaller man’s pants again and again with nothing but his mind. I let my boys find humor in it but then I got serious.

“I want you to think about that gorgeous cock,” I told Brawn. “But control your Gift while you do.”

“Yeah,” Scrap said. “Stop being its bitch.”

With some practice, Brawn was able to fantasize about touching and tasting the treasure in Scrap’s pants while leaving said pants in place around Scrap’s hips.

From there, the lessons in control devolved into me telling Brawn exactly how I wanted him to suck Scrap’s cock and then sitting back and stroking myself to completion while he followed directions oh-so-well.

Next time the three of us play together, I’ll turn the tables, see if Scrap can fit Brawn’s huge cock into his mouth.Mymouth waters in anticipation, but that’s for another time.

Right now, I’ve got two little ones standing beside the bed, awaiting Daddy’s instructions. Scrap is shirtless and has a pair of track pants slung low on his hips. Cora has on a pink nightie with a teddy bear on the front. I picked this one for her tonight because it’s youthful. It’ll help her embrace her role in the scene.

I’m reclining, naked, on top of the covers on Cora’s enormous bed. Both of my babies are wide-eyed, taking in the sight of my hand lazily stroking my ready cock.

I can’t believe my luck that Cora’s ready to explore with me and Scrap. This is going to be all new for her, and I’m going to make it so good.

It’ll be new for Scrap, too. He hasn’t been with a woman since before his stay in the pen. He hasn’t even been with Cora yet, not intimately, outside of that sexy blowjob she gave him the other night. I know because he’s told me. He tells me everything.

“You still into women?” I asked him before his first night with her. We snuck away to have some alone time. Like usual, we lay together, naked and under a blanket, on the futon behind his shop.

“Yeah,” he said, staring up at the corrugated roof above our heads. “Just haven’t had an opportunity in a while.”

“You got an opportunity now,” I pointed out.

He stuck out his lower lip. “Guess I do.” His expression struck me as guarded.

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