Drawing Comfort

ZACH

I’m drawing comfort from Violet’s breast, on high alert, when the hallway light abruptly illuminates. A slender ray of light sneaks around the door, grabbing my attention.

At first, I’m so worn out I think I’m hallucinating, but then the sound of footsteps on the stairs reaches my ears. Tyler is sleeping on Callum’s side of the bed, as Violet prefers, so she can be nestled between us.

My gaze flits from the door to Tyler, then to Violet. They’re both sleeping peacefully, but I can’t seem to unwind.

I haven’t been able to sleep for days. That’s why I’m here, drawing comfort from Violet, taking in all the milk she can provide. Her milk usually helps me sleep, but it’s not the milk itself, it’s the act of drawing comfort that lulls me into sleep, even if it’s just for a few hours.

But not tonight. Tonight, my body refuses to succumb to sleep. And who on earth is coming upstairs at this hour?

Could it be a security breach? But the panel by the door hasn’t lit up.

It should have, right? There’s a gun in Callum’s bedside drawer. I have no idea how to use it, but it’s loaded with six bullets and resting on top of his bible.

I don’t have to wait long for my answer. The light turns off and Callum walks in. I recognize him immediately. His large frame fills the doorway, and he’s dressed in his work uniform.

His cologne fills the room, making my skin tingle with the desire to touch him.

He’s wearing the uniform that’s now etched in my memory: black combat pants, steel-toed black boots, a black polo with Sense Security emblazoned over his heart in white. His hair is longer than the last time I saw him, falling over his forehead and ears, and he looks utterly exhausted.

He freezes when I sit up and our eyes meet.

“You’re home?” I break the silence.

“I am,” he whispers back, his gaze shifting to the bed. His eyes linger on Violet in her purple nightgown, then move to Tyler, who’s naked with a sheet draped over his lower half.

“I was going to sneak into bed,” he says, dropping his bag by the door and closing it with a soft click. He bends down to untie his boots, then stands and kicks them off next to his bag. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular torso.

This impromptu striptease has me hard, with nothing to hide my arousal.

“Then come climb in,” I say, my voice heavy with desire.

He smirks at me, drops his pants on the floor, and glances at Violet and Tyler.

I scoot toward Violet, making room for him. The sheets are rumpled and warm, inviting him in. He climbs in beside me, his head hitting the pillow and his eyes closing in bliss.

“I missed you,” I tell him, leaning in to pepper kisses along his stubbled jaw.

“Zach, I’m too tired,” he murmurs. I hum in agreement, but I’m not about to pass up the chance to kiss him after so many days apart.

I turn his face toward me and press my lips to his. His groan is immediate as I tease his lips with my tongue. Despite his protest, he rolls onto his side and pulls me close, his hands tangling in my hair.

Our teeth clash in a passionate kiss, and I can feel his arousal pressed against mine.

This could lead to exactly what I want, but it’s too late, I’m too tired, and I have work in the morning.

Tomorrow, we’ll make love.

“Too tired?” I tease, pushing him back onto his back before snuggling up to him.

My head rests over his heart, the steady beat lulling me.

“We’ve been up for over twenty-three hours traveling from Italy to London to here,” he mumbles sleepily.

“All for that kid?”

“Yeah, spoiled little brat. We weren’t supposed to go to London today, but she ran out of her allowance. We were supposed to travel to Turkey for the next four days, but you know what? I was ready to come home,” he mutters.

“I’m glad you’re home, baby,” I tell him before he falls silent.

We don’t talk again after that, and I don’t move from his side. Instead, I let the steady rhythm of his heart lull me to sleep. My eyelids grow heavy, and for the first time in days, I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

I wake to the mattress shifting and a high-pitched squeal next to my face.

Violet is practically mauling a sleeping Callum, her breasts bouncing in my face as I pull back from his chest.

“You’re home?” Callum groans at Violet’s morning assault, smiling up at her before sitting up to face her.

I watch, fully aroused, as her breasts press against his chest. His hands mold to her ass, and their faces come together in a passionate kiss that I long to be a part of.

“I’ve missed you,” Violet murmurs, pulling back only to kiss him again. “So much,” she adds, pulling back again and tugging at his long hair. “Please don’t leave us for that long again.”

“Fuck, now that’s something to wake up to,” Tyler chimes in from behind me, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck.

It’s almost six, and the sun has risen above the house, filling the room with early morning light because the blinds are already open.

Damn Violet and her need to watch the sunrise every day.

“When did you get home?” Violet asks as she pulls away from him.

“After midnight,” Callum groans, falling back onto the mattress and reaching up to play with her breasts.

Neither of them is wearing their nightgowns, thanks to me last night, and her nipples are already hard after their quick makeout session.

“I thought you were due home Monday?” Tyler sits up behind me, reaching for the baby monitor. Both girls are still sleeping in their cribs, but they’ll be up any minute. They always are, like clockwork, before seven.

“Long story short, my client ran out of her daddy’s money.”

“I see. Well, couldn’t she have done that a week ago?” Tyler laughs, stretching out beside me before climbing out of bed.

He walks around to lean down on the other side of the bed before kissing Callum passionately.

By the time they pull apart, all three of us are aroused, and Violet is squirming on Callum’s erection, literally begging to be made love to.

“Glad to have you home, Callum,” Tyler says, walking off toward the bathroom. Soon, the sound of the shower running fills the room. He’ll be out in his office working on his projects until late afternoon. Violet agreed to take care of Tilly for him every Tuesday and Wednesday.

Yesterday, she went to my mother’s with both girls, going out alone for the first time since before that man took us to London. I was very proud of her last night, and I showed her…three whole times before she fell asleep.

“I hate to say it, but I’ll need to get dressed too. I have five meetings today that I can’t miss,” I say, pouting. I lean over to kiss Callum good morning. “I look forward to coming home tonight. I haven’t been able to sleep for days. Must have been because you were gone,” I say, feeling more rested today than I have in the past week.

“You couldn’t sleep?” he teases, pulling me back to kiss me again before I get up and out of bed.

“Yeah, who would have guessed?”

I manage to join Tyler in the shower before he gets out. I have him pinned against the wall, our hands exploring each other’s bodies before I drop to my knees and give him the quickest blowjob ever.

“Fuck, Zach.”

“I wish you still came to work. So many times last week I needed you there to make love to on my desk,” I say, standing up to wash before stepping out. Tyler helps me, of course, making sure to wash my body before wrapping his hand around my erection and jerking me off quickly.

“Perhaps you could consider working from home. My office has a pretty decent desk,” he suggests, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“Really now?” His hum of agreement vibrates against my neck, his nips and sucks sending a wave of desire through me, my body tensing with the need for release.

“Tyler, would you kneel?” I spin around suddenly, nudging his shoulder while taking control, my hand working my arousal until he’s there, mouth agape.

I push myself deep into his mouth, my hips moving in rhythm with the pace his hand had set. I resist the urge to force his head down further, choosing instead to twine my fingers in his hair, compelling myself to move only my hips.

But as I teeter on the brink, all I crave is the feel of his throat tightening around me.

So I use my grip on his hair to guide his head the last bit of the way, burying myself deep in his throat where he does exactly what I need, swallowing the release that’s trickling from the tip of my arousal. Water pours over my body and his face, and even though I know he must be gasping for air with me lodged as far as I can go and water splashing over his nose, I stay still.

Instead, I take a moment to admire him. Only when he taps my leg do I withdraw my still rigid arousal from his mouth.

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” he chuckles, rising to his feet to kiss me, allowing me to taste myself on his lips just as he must be able to taste himself on mine.

“Duty calls. I have a meeting at seven,” he announces, sighing as he pulls away and steps out of the shower.

“Tyler!” He pauses, reaching for a towel and wrapping it around his body.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he smirks, though he tries to hide it.

“Ditto.”