Stepdad and His Friends Bred Me During the Birthday Blackout novel · Chapter 2 of 48

Chapter 2: Lights Out

Codi chooses all three men, sober and out loud, and afterward finds the meter was pulled on purpose and the office safe hanging open.

The candle flames bent when Breck breathed out.

Nobody moved.

Abram's hand stayed on my waist. Breck's stayed on my hip.

Rand stood at the coffee table with the lighter still open in his fingers.

They were waiting for me.

Nobody had ever waited for me in my life.

"I've had two Cokes," I said. "I'm stone sober."

"We know," Rand said. "I counted."

Of course he had.

"I want you." I looked at Abram. Then over my shoulder at Breck. Then at Rand. "All three of you. Tonight. Right here."

My voice didn't shake.

Breck gave a short, stunned laugh.

"Sparky. Say it again."

"I work in live panels for a living, Breck. I don't repeat myself on air."

"That's not an answer," Rand said.

"Yes. That's the answer. Yes."

"Then take it as a yes," I said. "A very legal one."

"Noted," Rand said.

Breck snorted into my hair.

Abram hadn't said a word.

He was looking at me, slow, line by line.

"Say what you want," he said. "Exactly."

My face went hot in the dark.

"I want you to kiss me again. I want Breck's hands on me. I want Rand to stop being polite."

Rand made a small sound behind the candles.

"And I want you to tell them what to do," I said to Abram. "Because you're going to anyway."

The corner of his mouth moved.

"All right." He never raised his voice. He never needed to. "Codi says stop, everything stops. Not slows. Stops."

"Yes," Breck said.

"Yes," Rand said.

"She says more, she gets more."

Breck's thumb moved on my hip, one slow inch.

"And nobody," Abram said, "makes her wait."

He pulled me in by the waist and kissed me.

Abram kissed me like the first one had only been a question, and this was the answer.

His tongue pushed into my mouth and I grabbed the front of his shirt and held on.

Behind me, Breck's hand slid from my hip to my thigh, fingers dragging up under the hem of my sundress.

"You're shaking, Sparky."

"Good," I said against Abram's mouth. "Means it's working."

Abram broke the kiss and put his mouth at my ear.

"Rand."

"Here."

"Take her dress off. Slow."

Rand moved around Breck and I felt his fingers find the zipper at the back of my dress.

He pulled it down one tooth at a time, like he was reading a contract.

The dress sagged and he pushed the straps off my shoulders and let it pool at my feet.

I stood there in the candlelight in just my sandals.

"Christ," Breck breathed.

Abram stepped back and looked at me.

Not like a contract now.

Like a man who'd just decided to sign.

"Counselor," Rand said. "You're beautiful."

"That's polite," I said.

"You told me to stop being polite."

He stepped in, cupped my jaw with one hand, and kissed me.

No glasses bump.

No hesitation.

His mouth was hot and demanding and his other hand went straight between my legs.

I gasped into his mouth.

"That's not polite either," he said.

"Don't stop."

"She says more," Abram said behind him. "She gets more."

Rand's fingers slid through the wet that was already there, and I heard myself make a sound I'd never made before tonight.

"On the sofa," Abram said. "Breck, you first. She wants your hands."

Breck's laugh was low and warm against my ear.

"Been wanting to get my hands on you since the steakhouse, Sparky."

I reached back and grabbed a fistful of his T-shirt.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

He picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me to the gray sofa.

He sat down and pulled me onto his lap, my back against his chest, his thighs spread wide under mine.

His hands came around and cupped my breasts, thumbs working my nipples until I arched back against him.

"So fucking good," he said into my hair.

"Open her legs," Abram said.

He stood at the end of the sofa, watching.

Breck's hands left my breasts and took my knees, spreading me wide open to the candlelight.

"Look at that," Breck said. "Fucking soaked."

"Rand," Abram said. "On your knees. Taste her."

Rand dropped to the floor between my thighs without a word.

He pushed his glasses up once, looked at me, then put his mouth on my clit.

I nearly came off Breck's lap.

"Oh fuck," I heard myself say.

Breck held me open and Rand worked me with his tongue, precise and relentless, his hands pinning my hips to the sofa.

"That's it, Counselor," he said against my skin. "Don't go quiet on me."

"Keep going," I said. "Please."

"Please," Abram repeated. "I like hearing that."

I didn't have the breath to answer.

Rand slid two fingers inside me, curling up, and my whole body locked.

I came with a cry that echoed off the high ceiling, my thighs shaking around his head.

He didn't stop until I was done, then he sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Polite enough for you?" he asked.

"Breck," Abram said. "Lay her on the rug."

Breck lifted me off his lap and carried me to the cream wool rug in front of the coffee table.

The candles guttered and threw long shadows as he laid me down on my back.

He shrugged off the sport coat and peeled the ASU T-shirt over his head.

Big.

Broad.

Sunburned forearms and a red-brown chest.

He unzipped his jeans and pushed them down and his cock sprung up against his stomach, thick and hard.

"Look at you, Sparky. You've wanted this a long time."

"Since I was twenty-two and you laughed at my panel joke."

"I laugh at all your jokes."

"Then get on me, Breck."

He settled between my thighs, one forearm braced by my head, and pushed inside.

So big I couldn't breathe for a second.

"Fuck," I whispered.

He went slow, letting me feel every inch, watching my face.

"Christ, you're tight," he said.

"Don't you dare go slow on me. Move."

He laughed and started to fuck me, deep and steady, and I dug my nails into his shoulders.

"Codi," he grunted. "Fuck, you feel perfect."

"Harder."

He gave me harder, the coffee table rattling beside us, the candles dancing.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper.

"That's it," Abram said from somewhere above us. "Take what you want."

I looked up and found him standing at the edge of the rug, his shirt untucked now, his hand pressed flat against his own cock through his trousers.

He was watching me with those dark eyes, and I held his gaze while Breck fucked me.

"Rand," Abram said. "Her mouth. She wants it."

Rand was already there, kneeling by my head, his cock out, hard and straight.

He pulled his glasses off and set them on the coffee table.

"Open up, Counselor."

I turned my head and took him into my mouth.

He made a sound like he'd been punched.

Breck drove into me and I sucked Rand deeper, and for a long minute there was nothing but the wet sounds and the heat and the three of them around me.

Breck came first, with a groan that seemed to start in his chest, his hips slamming into me as he spilled inside.

He collapsed to the side, breathing hard, and pulled me with him so I was on top of him, still on the rug.

Rand stood, pumping his cock in his hand.

"Where do you want it?" he asked.

"On me," I said. "Cum on me."

His jaw tightened.

He stripped his cock fast and hard, his hips jerking, and came across my stomach and tits in hot streaks.

"Fuck," he breathed. "Counselor."

I lay there covered in him, my legs still shaking, and looked up at Abram.

He hadn't moved.

"Renner," he said.

"My turn," I said.

I rolled off Breck and pushed myself up onto my knees.

"Lie down," I said.

He raised an eyebrow.

"On the rug. Now."

For a second nobody breathed.

Then he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall.

He unzipped his trousers and pushed them down, and I watched his cock spring free, long and hard, the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

He lowered himself onto the rug on his back, looking up at me.

I climbed onto him, straddled his hips, and took his cock in my hand.

"For two years," I said, "I stepped back in every doorway."

"Not tonight."

"No." I guided him to my pussy and sank down onto him. "Not tonight."

We both made a sound.

I rode him slow at first, my hands on his chest, feeling every inch of him inside me.

"You feel so fucking good," I said.

"Codi." His hands found my hips. "Look at me."

I looked down into his dark eyes and something in me broke open.

I moved faster, grinding down onto him, chasing something bigger than the first orgasm.

"Tell me what you want," he said.

"You. All of you. This."

"Then take it."

I rode him hard, the rug burning my knees, sweat running down my back.

Breck's hand found my thigh and squeezed.

Rand was sitting up now, watching, his cock already twitching again.

Abram's hips started to buck up into me, meeting every stroke.

"Fuck," I said. "Abram, I'm going to cum."

"Let go," he said. "I've got you."

I came undone on top of him, my whole body shaking, and he grabbed my hips and drove up into me one last time, coming with a low sound that was almost a growl.

I fell forward onto his chest, spent, his cock still inside me.

He wrapped his arms around me and for a minute we just lay there, breathing.

Then he pulled out and settled me onto the rug between him and Breck.

I put my head on Breck's arm.

The candles guttered low in the frosting, two pools of wax with tiny flames still reaching up.

Abram's hand moved slow in my hair.

Nobody spoke.

I stared at the ceiling and felt the air warm and still around us, no hum in the walls, no compressor ticking.

The candles guttered lower.

The candles had burned down to two puddles of wax in the frosting.

I lay on the rug with my head on Breck's arm and my dress somewhere under the sofa.

Rand was cleaning his glasses on his shirttail.

It was the most naked I'd ever seen him look.

Abram sat with his back against the sofa, his watch catching the last of the flame.

"Happy birthday, Renner," he said.

I laughed so hard Breck's arm bounced under my head.

Then I heard what I wasn't hearing.

No hum in the walls. No pool pump. No compressor ticking on the side yard.

"What time is it?"

Abram turned his wrist to the candle. "Ten forty."

"It's still out."

"Monsoon," Breck said into my hair. "There was a cell over Fountain Hills."

"There's no rain," I said. "And the neighbors have lights."

I sat up.

I found my dress. I found one sandal and gave up on the other.

Abram got up without a word and took a flashlight out of the kitchen drawer and put it in my hand.

He didn't ask why. He just followed me out.

The side gate was unlatched.

I'd latched it myself at six, when I hung the string lights.

The electric meter lived on the garage wall by the gate.

It wasn't on the wall.

It lay face up in the gravel, a glass dome full of dead numbers, its four prongs pointing at the sky.

I crouched and put the beam on the socket.

The utility seal hung off the ring in two pieces.

Cut clean. One bite. Snips, not a storm.

"Can you put it back?" Abram asked behind me.

"I can." I took out my phone and started shooting. The meter. The socket. The seal. The gate. "I won't."

"Why not?"

"Because it's the utility's. You touch it, it's yours."

I photographed the seal one more time, close, so the cut showed.

Then I stood up and looked down the street.

Every porch light was burning.

A sprinkler ticked two lawns over. Somebody's TV flickered blue behind a curtain.

The only dark house in Paradise Valley was the one I'd just been in.

"Somebody did this," I said. "Somebody with a trade."

Abram didn't answer.

He was looking at his own house like he'd never seen it.

We went back in through the patio.

Breck had found his shirt. Rand had buttoned his one hole off and hadn't noticed.

I walked down the hall with the flashlight, because I wanted to check the panel anyway.

The office door was open.

I'd never seen it open in two years.

I put the beam inside.

The framed photo of Camelback Mountain hung off the wall on its hinge.

Behind it, the safe stood open.

The shelf inside was empty.

And the whole room smelled of gardenia.

My mother's perfume. The one she'd worn since Mesa.

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