Whirlwind Bailey Bradford (free ebook reader .TXT) 📖

Jordan itched to shove Conner out of the way and to hold Stefan himself. He suspected Gideon was experiencing the same want. Somehow, they were going to work everything out. Stefan needed them, and they needed him.

Seeing Stefan in Conner’s arms was maddening. Gideon wriggled and tried to free himself. He was stuck against the wall like a damned moth pinned in place. Conner was a freak—a scary, strong, protective freak.

Conner glared at him over Stefan’s head. Gideon snarled and began to struggle harder. Maybe if he kept fighting, Conner would tire of holding him still. He couldn’t seem to get any words out, either. Conner’s smug look was the most annoying damned thing Gideon had ever seen in his life.

Gideon glanced at Jordan. Fight, he thought. Don’t be complacent. We have to fight for Stefan, or… Gideon examined Conner’s expression closely. There was more than just smugness there. Granted, Gideon could be wrong in his reading of the man, but he thought there was hope and expectation in Conner’s bright eyes.

And he got it. Conner wanted them to fight him. Not necessarily physically—because they’d already got their asses whooped by him, and even though neither Gideon nor Jordan had fought back then, Gideon knew there was no hope in trying to do so. Conner would simply put them down every time they got up until they had to quit.

So then he didn’t want them to fight him. Understanding dawned like someone turning on a light switch. Conner wanted them to fight for Stefan, even if that meant fighting with Stefan if he pushed them away.

Gideon got it. He’d have said so but Conner was still doing his creepy control thing. Adrenaline rushed through Gideon’s veins. He needed to be free, at least to speak if nothing else. Stefan out of Conner’s arms would be good, too.

Conner out of their lives while they sorted everything out would be fan-fucking-tabulous.

Gideon drew on that need to be with Stefan, on the desire to touch him and to touch Jordan as well. They needed to talk, they needed—each other, the three of them. Whatever Stefan was hiding in his past, it was past. It was time for it to stop causing him to suffer.

Gideon pictured it in his head, him holding Stefan, Conner turning into a wisp of annoying vapor that smelled roughly like sulfur. The added stink was fitting in his mind as Conner was annoying the devil out of him. Ro would need to disappear too, but he could just go. Gideon wanted Stefan between him and Jordan. They should be the ones comforting him.

“Fuck—” Conner’s shocked voice had Gideon peeking out from barely opened lids. As he watched, Conner faded away, his mouth moving but no sounds coming out.

Gideon hoped he didn’t send him anywhere bad. Kind of.

“Conner!” Stefan shouted, but Gideon caught him before he could shoot up to try to go after Conner. Gideon wrapped himself around Stefan and caught Stefan by the chin. He saw a flash of fury in Stefan’s eyes, heard the beginnings of a curse word being hurled at him.

Gideon slanted his mouth over Stefan’s. He swallowed every foul word the man loosed at him, and held him as Stefan battered his shoulders and back.

But Stefan didn’t pull away. He didn’t bite or kick.

He didn’t turn Gideon out, or demand that he leave. Gideon hoped the tantrum was cathartic for Stefan. He delved his tongue deeper into Stefan’s mouth and ran one hand down to grip a softly rounded ass cheek.

Immediately after he felt the press of Jordan’s cock against the back of his hand. Jordan reached around and held onto him with one hand. The other was pushed between Gideon and Stefan.

Stefan whimpered and the hitting turned to clutching instantly. Gideon tilted his head and ramped up the heat of the kiss, demanding everything Stefan would give him.

Stefan opened for him like a man who was starving for loving. From what Gideon had heard, that was accurate. He kneaded the flesh under his hands, touching his men. They would be his. Gideon wasn’t letting either of them go.

Jordan could fucking well deal with his embarrassment over his mom spilling the beans. Gideon loved the silly fool right back, and Stefan—Stefan had the power to wrap him and Jordan both around his pinky.

Gideon wedged a knee between Stefan’s legs. He pressed his thigh up, pushing Stefan’s balls up. “Ride it,” he rasped, turning his head aside. “Come on, let me feel you on me.”

Stefan whimpered and began rutting. His clothes disappeared and Gideon thought that was the best idea yet. He willed his clothes gone and one look told him Jordan had done the same thing.

Gideon leaned around Stefan enough to get to Jordan’s mouth. He was afraid—Jordan could reject him, refuse to be kissed, but Jordan opened beautifully for him.

The three of them rubbed and touched each other. Gideon traced Stefan’s crack, pulling his ass open.

Stefan whined and tossed his head. Gideon and Jordan had to end their kiss, but Stefan’s pleasure was worth it. Stefan humped Gideon’s leg frantically. Jordan grabbed Stefan’s cock and gave him something to fuck.

Gideon found the tight little aperture nestled between Stefan’s butt cheeks and he rubbed over it.

“Oh God!” Stefan shrieked right before he shuddered. His cum was hot and fragrant as it spilled from his cock. Gideon kept touching his hole until Stefan stopped shaking. Then he kissed Stefan, tasting his pleasure, needing to find his own.

Jordan had to be hurting, too, so Gideon would wait. He plundered Stefan’s mouth, owning him and giving himself in return. Stefan keened then went still. Gideon hadn’t closed his eyes all the way, wanting to watch Stefan’s expression as he came apart, and now something like trepidation was scampering over Stefan’s features.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” Jordan said from behind him. “Just…this. Gonna do this, if you’ll let me.”

Stefan’s expression shifted to one of borderline bliss. Gideon peeked