Okay, together and safe.

He smiled, noticing there was a fall wreath now decorating the front door, along with orange and brown pillows adorning the porch swing that was swaying in the fall breeze. In the three door garage, a red Corvette was parked closest to the door that would lead straight into the laundry room, if entered. He parked beside the sports car, quickly turning off the engine and reaching for his briefcase in the seat beside him. As soon as he stepped out of his Elantra, he could hear the sound of music drifting from inside the house. He chuckled to himself and made his way to the door. 

As he walked in, he was overwhelmed by the smell of pumpkin spice. He dropped his briefcase on the bench that ran against the wall across the room from the washing machine and dryer. The clothes basket on top of the dryer had been knocked over and clothes were spread across the top of the machine. He made his way through the room, leading into the den. The large, flat screen television was paused on the opening credits of Southland. 

A pair of black heels were kicked off beside the couch and a royal blue tailored blazer was thrown across the back of the sofa. He walked across the room, grabbed the blazer, and went towards the sliding doors that covered most of a wall. One door was slid open enough that he could see the colorful covers thrown carelessly across the bed and a pillow on the floor. He pushed the door back, walked into the closet that adjoined the room and hung his suit jacket and the blazer before placing them in their proper place. He loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and threw it in one of the dirty clothes hampers that lined a section of the bathroom before leaving the bedroom. 

He could still hear the music playing throughout the house and the occasional shuffle of pots and pans in the direction of the kitchen. He walked back through the den, turned off the television continued walking towards the smell of food. As he neared the doorway, he could see her standing at the stove. Her feet were barefoot and even though he couldn’t see her toes, he knew they were painted bright pink. His eyes traveled up to her black pencil skirt and white collared shirt up to where her hair was haphazardly tied on top of her head, with tendrils falling down all over the place. She was softly singing to a song that he had heard her sing several times, but he couldn’t remember the title or band. 

He cleared his throat to alert her of his presence, just in case she hadn’t realized he was home. Her back straightened and her head slightly turned to the side, but not far enough she could see him. Without any other acknowledgement, she began stirring something in a pot and checking the temperature of the burners on the stove. He stepped behind her, inhaling the coconut lotion that she religiously used. “Almost done?”, he asked quietly. She made a noise in agreement, but still didn’t speak. He placed his hands on her hips and turned her to face him, pulling her away from the stove and against the cabinets. 

She lifted her eyes and smiled at him, scrunching up her nose playfully. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her softly. “How was your day?”, she asked in the aftermath of the romantic kiss. He pulled away and turned towards the fridge. “Same old, same old”, he replied. “James was late, we’re working on diagnosing a breach of security at a bank, and they want me to take a crappy promotion”, he explained as her grabbed a bottle of water before closing the fridge. She chuckled and rolled her eyes at his complaining. “Speaking of work, I think my laptop has a virus. I need you to check it out”, she said. He grunted in response and sat down across the room at the took up a corner of the kitchen. “I saw Southland on the television, did you have a short day?”, he asked. 

It was her turn to roll her eyes. “I had a meeting with some lawyers today and they are only thinking about money. There is a child involved in the case and they aren’t thinking of her well-being – only on closing the case and getting paid. I gave my evaluation of the child and her environment but I don’t think any of them were listening”, she explained. He could hear the worry in her voice, he remember the day she had been given the case. Her eyes were filling with tears and he stood to comfort her. He pulled her into his arms and she put her face against his chest, not caring that her makeup would ruin his white tshirt. “It’ll be okay, Bell”, he whispered and he held her tight until she stood straight, wiped her tears, and turned back towards the stove. 

Reluctantly, he sat back down at the bar knowing that she was only acting tough and was still worried about the situation. As he took a drink of his water, his cell phone vibrated. While her back was turned, he pulled out the phone and glanced at the screen. 

I’m coming home early. Had a run-in with an inmate. Don’t tell Bell. 

He replied, 

Are you hurt?

The response:

No. We’ll talk about it later, but don’t tell her why I came home early. I just wanted you to know. 

He locked the screen without replying, placing the phone back into his pocket. He glanced around the kitchen and saw the new towels and placemats that were adorned with pumpkins and fall leaves. “Are you excited for fall, Bell?”, he asked humorously. She turned around and stuck her tongue out at the male that was picking on her. “Did you like the wreath on the door?”, she asked. “Of course, the witch was a nice touch. Your sister made it, didn’t she?”, he said. She mumbled a “mhm”, and turned to turn off the stove. 

She reached for a plate and said, “Let me make a plate for Tucker and then we can eat”. Just as he opened his mouth to reply, they heard a door close in the garage and the door to the laundry door opened soon afterwards. Tucker stood in the doorway in the kitchen, staring at Bell as she turned to face him, holding the plate that was now heaped with food. “Tucker?” she asked. He lifted a brow in amusement and said, “Looks like I’m home for dinner today, babe”. She glanced towards the man that still sat at the bar, uncertainty in her gaze but she shrugged and walked over to the dining room and placed his plate on the table instead of placing it in the fridge as usual. “I’m gonna change while you finish getting everything ready”, Tucker said and turned towards the bedroom. Bell looked towards the other man and asked, “Why is he home so early?”. He shrugged his shoulders and left the room, trailing behind Tucker.

 As they both entered the room, he closed the door. “Details, Tucker. What happened?” he demanded. Tucker huffed in frustration, taking his uniform off and hanging it neatly on his side of the closet before changing into gym shorts. “It was my fault, Jamison. I wasn’t paying attention”. Jamison looked at Tucker in confusion, clearly not understanding. Tucker sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at Jamison. “I was transporting an inmate out of the infirmary to general population after lunch. We had issues with him before, contraband, fighting, etc. My mind was on Bell, through. I knew she had that meeting today and she was so worried about it this morning. After you left, she didn’t even eat breakfast because she was reviewing notes until she had to leave. I was wondering about the outcome of the meeting and he tried to grab stuff out of my belt and pushed me against the wall. We scuffled a little bit, but he got detained. My sergeant told me that I could come home early, but don’t tell Bell. I don’t want her to know I was distracted or that things could have went very bad today” Tucker explained. Tucker stood, coming face to face with Jamison, noticing the worry on his face. He leaned in and pulled him into a hug, feeling the tension in his shoulders. Pulling away, Tucker placed his hand on Jamison’s shoulder and said, “It’s okay. I’m safe, we’re all here, it’s all okay”. 

Jamison nodded and walked out of the room. As Tucker reappeared into the kitchen, Jamison was sitting at the table and Bell was placing glasses at each setting. Tucker waited until Bell turned around to retrieve a bowl of tossed salad out of the fridge and intercepted her path. “Your hair looks nice”, he picked before leaning down to capture her lips with his. Tucker’s fingers weaved themselves into the mess of hair on Bell’s head as he ravaged her mouth. Jamison watched the exchange from afar, knowing that Tucker the affirmation that everything really was okay and that sense of peace always came from the petite brunette that invaded every crevice of their lives.

After a few minutes, it was obvious that Tucker needed more than kisses to ensure his safety. Jamison pushed his chair away from the table and walked towards Bell, grasping her hips as soon as he was close enough. He pushed his body flush against Bell, pushing her into Tucker. Jamison scattered kisses up Bell’s throat and captured her earlobe in between his teeth. She whimpered into Tucker’s mouth, turning both men on even more. After a few minutes of sweet torment, Bell pulled away from Tucker’s kiss and gasped for air. Jamison suggested that their rendezvous to be moved to the bedroom. 

The group hurriedly moved towards the bedroom with tangled bodies and staggering steps. Tucker entered the room first and threw the remainder of the covers that were on the bed to the floor. Jamison wrapped his arms around Bell and began kissing her while unbuttoning her shirt. As he looked over her shoulder towards the bed, Tucker was already naked, palming his cock as he watched. Jamison wasted no time in ridding Bell of her shirt and bra. He discarded her clothes on the floor and turned her to face the bed. She gasped as she saw Tucker. Jamison got rid of his shirt and pants as she stood at the foot of the bed, wearing only her skirt. 

Jamison put his body against the aroused female so she could feel his arousal on her lower back. He wrapped his arms around her thin body and cupped her breasts in his hands. Her head fell back against his shoulder but Tucker had other plans. “Eyes forward, Bell”, he demanded. Jamison and Bell’s eyes snapped to Tucker, who seemed to be enjoyed the show with a smirk on his face. Jamison began to roll Bell’s hardened nipples between his fingers before pinching the nubs and causing Bell to whimper in pain and excitement. 

“Do you like that Bell?”, Tucker asked huskily. She didn’t answer so Jamison pinched her nipples harder and she gasped in surprise. “Yes, yes, yes”, she chanted breathlessly. Tucker’s grip on his cock tightened because he could hear the ecstasy in her tone. Jamison put his hand in the middle of Bell’s shoulder blades and pushed her torso against the mattress, but pulled her hair to let her know that he still expected her to watch Tucker. Jamison knelt and pushed Bell’s skirt up around her waist and pull her underwear down to pool at her feet. He could smell her arousal. Jamison runs his finger up and down her folds, feeling how wet she is. Without any warning, Jamison pushes his finger into her without any resistance. He could hear her groan and as he looked around her towards the bed, he saw that Tucker was now in front of her and her face was near his cock. 

Jamison moved his finger in and out of Bell without any protests so he added another. He could hear her muffled moans on Tucker’s cock, especially when he increased the speed of his ministrations. He began to curve his fingers inside of her and her breathing became erratic and her moans louder. “Cum, cum, cum. I have to cum”, she repeated. Tucker was the one who denied her request. Jamison stood as Tucker pulled Bell on top of him until she hovered over his cock. Jamison grabbed her hips and guided her down onto Tucker’s cock. He watched, unashamedly as she gasped and begged for more. 

He found the lube that they kept in the nightstand and put some on his cock while pushing Bell into Tucker and pulling her skirt even higher around her waist. He used the lube to loosen her up for him to enter her other hole. Bell looked back at Jamison and exclaimed, “I can’t take you both”. Jamison didn’t have time to respond before Tucker gruffly interrupted by saying, “Yes, you can.”

Jamison could tell Bell was upset. He leaned down, pushing her closer into Tucker, while inserted the tips of his fingers inside of her. “Have we ever hurt you?”, he asked. She shook her head no, still gasping in pleasure because of the double assault she was receiving. “We don’t do this often, but we’ve done it before. You can take us, babe”, Jamison reassured her. She seemed to relax and Jamison began to feed his cock inside of her. 

Bell gasped loudly, clenching at Tucker’s biceps and gritting her teeth. After moving for several seconds, Bell became accustomed to the stretch and was begging for more. Tucker loved to hear her beg more than anything in the world. He would always tease her until she was begging for more, every time. Tucker began thrusting into Bell faster, until he grunted his release. Jamison pulled Bell up, causing her back to meet his chest while his fucked her and reached around to play with her clit. She screamed Jamison’s named as she came then fell across Tucker’s chest where he pulled her in for a post-orgasm kiss. Jamison continued to thrust into Bell until he came inside of her. 

Jamison pulled out and reached down to pull his phone out of his pants pocket. Then he took a picture of Bell and Tucker, concentrating on the view of cum coming out of both holes. Tucker discarded Bell’s skirt which was now stained with cum and pulled her towards the head of the bed, allowing her to curl into his chest. Jamison joined them, spooning into Bell, kissing her shoulder. 

Bell glanced over her shoulder to Jamison and said, “We’re all okay.”

The men laughed, knowing she was aware of the situation, but assured that they were all together and safe. 

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