Page 31 of Triple Protection

"I'm so sorry," he says, looking sheepish.

"For what?!" she squeals. "Giving me the best orgasm of my life?! I'm not even sure mysoul'sreturned to my body yet. Fuck Brick." She sighs before closing her eyes again to catch her breath. Brick reaches up before holding both of her hands in his. He kisses each one tenderly before peppering her face with kisses, kissing away the tears. She sighs in deep contentment.

"So, it was..." Brick starts, not wanting to sound desperate for reassurance. I hand Brick the washcloth and watch as he delicately cleans her of their mixed orgasms, before cleaning himself.

She peers up at him from lidded eyes. "Amazing, Brick. It was amazing. I never knew it could be like that. I could do that forever." She cringes before her eyes go wide. "I mean, I didn't mean it like that... I just... fuck." She groans, covering her heated face with her hands. She doesn't want to come off needy or high maintenance, but she had no idea she's given Brick the best compliment of his life. He'll replay this moment over and over in his mind for the rest of his life, I'm sure of it.

Brick gently removes her hands from her face and smiles down at her with such love and devotion. "Babygirl, you have no idea how much I want to do that again and again and again. Buttomorrow. Tonight, we sleep." He kisses the palms of both of her hands. "Are you sore?"

She nods. He grins, full of male pride and satisfaction. She glares at him with no real heat.

Still naked, Brick shuffles to the edge of the bed and sits, resting his feet on the floor. He looks at me, frowning, his brows furrowed. He glances back at a freshly fucked Angela and back at me. Our silent communication happens again. He needs to take his prosthetic off to sleep and he's anxious about how Angela will feel about it. She may have popped his cherry and told him he was man enough with half a leg, but it's something completely different to come face-to-face with reality.

His stump is badly scarred. The skin they used to seal the end was slightly burned in the wreck. I look at Angela, though. She's way too sweet to ever judge him, though. I give him a tight nod. Angela watches him as he swallows his nerves and rolls his knee sleeve down, exposing the socket of his prosthesis. He pulls the artificial limb away and leans it against the nightstand, before rolling the liner that protects his skin from the hard plastic of the prosthesis, revealing his scarred stump.

"Does it hurt?" Angela asks.

"Not anymore. For about a year after it was amputated, I had phantom pain, and the physical therapy was brutal, but it's fine now."

She smiles and reaches for him. Brick lays in the bed next to her and pulls her flush against him, her back to his front. I pause, taking in the sight. She's not touching him. She's being so careful about allowing him to do all the touching and initiating. And the worries I had back at the aquarium come back to mind. Maybe there's someone for Brick after all. But that someone begins and ends with Angela.

I can't get involved now. If Brick has any chance of a happily ever-after, it would only ever be with her.

Brick pulls the comforter up around them and nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck. I turn off the light and go to leave.

"Don't go," Angel's soft voice pleads. I check Brick's face in the faint moonlight as my eyes adjust to the dark. I have a million things I want to say to him. We need to have this conversation. Part of me feels incredibly guilty for being a spectator to their moment, the other part of me disappointed that I have to give her up. But I will. I will give her up. For him.

Brick catches my gaze and he nods. He's not bothered by my presence, but I doubt he's thought of the repercussions. But I was just part of an intimate moment with Angela, even if I never touched her. And I can't leave her like that - vulnerable. I throw my boxer briefs back on and lay down on the bed next to her, facing her, so I can try to judge where her mind's at.

Watching my best friend fuck our client while I jacked off to them was not what I was expecting when I invited Angela out on a date, but seeing both of their blissed-out faces and watching Brick willingly share skin with a beautiful woman is the best ending imaginable.

Chapter twenty-three

Alex

On my rounds of the house, I hear Angela scream from upstairs. I knew the boys were with her but I took the stairs two at a time in a panic. What I saw when I got to her bedroom was the last thing I expected to see: Brick in just his boxers, eating out a very naked Angela, while Liam jacked off, watching.

"What the fuck?" My brain stutters and struggles to understand what's happening. I had caught Liam kissing her downstairs. There was nothing surprising about that, only that he waited so long. How they went from a kiss to Brick eating her out is the rubix cube my lust-addled brain is trying to solve.

"Wanna watch?" Liam asks, a grin tugging up the side of his mouth, without his eyes ever leaving them.

"Why the fuck would I want to watch his hairy ass?"

"You don't watch him, you dumb fuck, you watch her. It's like watching porn but with two people you actually care about."

It was then that I saw a peak of red and saw how Angela was laying with her arms behind her back.

My blood pressure rises as adrenaline hits my bloodstream. "Why is she tied up?"

"It was her idea. To make him more comfortable."

Smart. She knew about his touch-issues and had come up with a solution, to what? Give him what he wanted? What they all wanted? What, if I was being honest, I wanted too?

If Brick isn't on duty, I would have to be. And I really need time to unpack the cluster fuck we had gotten ourselves in to. They are fucking a client! It's a terrible fucking idea and literally Mirium's #1 rule. She could tell Mirium and get us all fired. She could go to the public and say we raped her. We literally have non-fraternizing clauses in our contract.

But I'm not going to stop them. This could be Brick's one and only shot with a woman. And we've gotten to know Angela over the months. She isn't the type to start drama. And she really cares about both boys. She wouldn't want to see them get hurt. I just really hope she knew what she was doing. Brick is already in love with her, and Liam would fall too. For all of his playboy reputation he really did want to settle down, it just didn't come naturally for him.

I step out of the room, but stay in the hallway, unable to move my feet away. Like an absolute fucking creep, I listen. I lean against the wall, my head tilted back, as I listen to the most erotic soundtrack of my life. Brick grunts and moans and whispers dirty things in her ear. Liam encouraging them. Angela's gasps and moans and cries. Fuck, if I wasn't hard. I imagine what I would do if I'd stayed. It had been so long since I'd had a woman. And Angela is just as tempting as any. Possibly more so, because I'm starting to trust her. Living with her, I am starting to learn her, and in learning her, I am beginning to trust her.