Chapter 76: Two months later

"Derrick, you need to catch up on reports. You're stuck at a desk until they're finished. Do I make myself clear?" I do everything I can not to toss the paperwork in my hand at his head.
He gives me a guilty look and it doesn't help my mood. "Yes, LT. Thank you, sir," he says quickly.
"Get out of here and get started," I order. After he leaves, I check the calendar on my phone. I have a meeting this afternoon followed by catching up with my own never-ending paperwork.
It feels good to be back in the police department. Deciding to accept the desk job seemed like my only option after returning from Houston. I dragged my feet for two weeks before scheduling an appointment to speak with my old captain. The job isn't the same and even with improvement to my knee, its weak condition keeps me out of the field. Babysitting rookies isn't my idea of fun, but I remember the supervisors who took their time to steer me in the right direction. Now I'm one of the supervisors and I have a lot to live up to..
I finish as much work as possible, head to the gym, then head home. Except for the two-hour drive out of town to visit a kink club where I'm left unfulfilled every other weekend, this is my boring life.
I try like fuck to forget them both.
It's not enough. I want Angel and I need my friend.
A few days after returning home, I received a package in the mail containing Angel's braided hair that I left behind. I placed the box in my spare room and swore I would never open it again.
I lasted a week.
Kinky is wrapping an unattached braid of hair around my hand and getting a hard-on. Kinky is bringing the hair to my nose and picturing a woman hanging from the ceiling with my best friend kissing her. Kinky is imagining my hands running through her remaining short strands and holding her tight while Monroe fucks her mouth. Kinky is dreaming about the three of us writhing together in a mass of sweaty, gleaming flesh.
My captain grumbled when I told him I'm taking next week off work. I have a sudden urge to see my parents. I'm looking forward to the drive and a week of playing board games and walking along the beach. There's a local club I plan to visit too. I need to relieve the stress in the only way that works. Or at least the only way it once worked.
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The day after I arrive at my parents' house, my mom bakes me a cake. After eating two large pieces, I go for a run along the beach to burn off the calories. The sun is setting when I head back. After a quick shower, I enter the kitchen where my parents are sitting and talking quietly.
"Would you like coffee?" my mom asks and gets up to get me a cup before I can stop her.
"Sit down, please. I think I can manage getting my own." I smile to take the sting out of the words.
She grins. "I know you can, but without a woman to take care of you, your poor old mother must continue the chore." To her, having a wife would solve all my problems.
"The day you are old and poor will be the day Dad buys his speedboat." This is an old joke and we all laugh.
My mom pours coffee into my cup, hands it over, and we settle down at the table. Dad looks at me and then at Mom before turning back to me.
I wait.
My dad clears his throat and finally comes clean. "Your mother and I thought it might be a good time for you to tell us what's bothering you."
The room grows smaller and I grow younger.
After taking a deep breath, I begin talking. After I decide to let my parents know what's been running through my head, everything tumbles out-Monroe saving me back in the Marines, how we became friends before I started at the police department, and then, lastly, I talk about Angel.
My mother wipes her eyes and my father places his strong hand over mine. "We love you, son. We will always love you. More than anything, we want you happy."
My mother jumps in. "Do you know how many times we wondered if you were gay?" My face flames red and she continues. "We never cared. We just didn't understand why you wouldn't tell us."
I inhale and face my demons. "Six months ago, I would have strenuously denied being gay. As for the other kinks, well... it just never seemed right to tell my parents."
My mother blushes and spares a quick glance at my father before saying, "You think you're the only one who has a corner on kink?"
I look between them and it's there. The sensual knowing looks they give each other. "Okay, this is a little too much for me," I say uncomfortably. "If one of you hangs from the rafters, I really don't want to know."
We laugh. The laughter turns into a late-night discussion about everything I've kept from my parents for entirely too long. After the first hour, the conversation is mostly about Angel and Monroe.
I leave the next day.
"Bring them both here to visit," Mom says with a kiss on my cheek while I squeeze her for all she's worth.
My dad pulls me into a giant hug. "Monroe already feels like another son, and your mother has never given up hope of having a daughter or granddaughter."
"I have a lot to work out first," I say honestly.
"I know, son. Just remember we love you and will love the people in your life too."
I drive away knowing how blessed I am. During the trip, I realize letting everything off my chest with my parents is the first step in admitting who I really am. I've always known my parents would accept me no matter what. My problem has always been accepting myself.
Five feet away, I smell the unique perfume that is all her-flowers and spice. Another step closer and her smooth skin draws my attention. I know how soft it is. I know just how her lovely breasts feel in my hands. Fuck, I know how she tastes.
There's no way I can be this close and not touch. Going to my knees, I run my hand through her hair. Her expression softens and her nose turns toward my wrist. My scent hits her and her face freezes.
I remove the blindfold.
Wide, blue eyes stare back. A lone tear slowly makes its way down her face. I reach out and catch it on my finger as another follows. She doesn't seem to notice when Monroe binds her arms. I smooth my thumbs over her cheeks and catch all the tears. Leaning in, my lips meet hers. I lick away the small amount of salt from her tears before deepening the kiss.
Her breath catches and the floodgates open. My hands tighten in her hair and I ravage her mouth. I've needed this for a lifetime. No, two.
"Your arms, Zach," Monroe says in his Shibari God voice.
I pull away from Angel and glance at my friend. Standing slowly, I walk to the side of the mat and remove my pants. Naked, I kneel again, facing Angel. Monroe hands me a condom and I don't question it. I've been hard since before entering the room and have no trouble putting it on then place my hands behind my back.
Monroe works and drifts deeper into his artistic zone. We've been here many times before. He wraps us in separate Shibari rope harnesses with his hands deftly working their magic.
With my hands bound behind me, Monroe turns to Angel. He attaches her to the hoist, turns on the winch, and lifts her. He assists me to my feet and moves me closer to Angel. His hands move to Angel's legs and he gently glides them over her skin before grasping my arms.
My erect cock sits almost level with her pussy. She's too high and even when she tightens her legs trying to join us, it isn't going to work. Monroe releases me and the low electric sound of the winch fills the room. Angel glides down slightly. It does no good because I need my fucking hands to steer my cock where it needs to be.
Before I voice my frustration, Monroe's arms come around Angel and his palms cover her breasts, pulling her upper body back into his chest.
"Aw." The first small sounds escape her throat.
With her body tilted back, I line my dick to her pussy and thrust forward with my hips. The muscles on Monroe's arms flex and Angel slides onto my cock. Monroe pushes her upper body closer and my lips take hers again.
Monroe's hands move from behind Angel and he squeezes his fingers into my hips, causing me to freeze. His hands still and I let out the breath I'm holding.
"It's okay. I need her pussy closer," I manage to rasp out.
Angel's sighs grow louder. Monroe controls our thrusts. It's frustrating as hell and yet unbelievably erotic. I don't know when I lose control, but when it happens I stop thinking about who is where, and who's doing what. A moan travels up my chest and bellows out to combine with Angel's. The pressure in my balls nearly explodes when her pussy begins pulsing and she comes undone. The delectable skin at her shoulder is too much to resist and I sink my teeth into her flesh. Her scream is music to my ears and it takes me into oblivion.