Night with Sole Regret

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"I don't think I can find my connection without you anymore, Owen." Kellen stared at him reflectively and Owen grinned.

"Don't worry," Owen said. "I'll help you out until you find your perfect woman."

Kellen's smile was genuine this time. None of that usual wickedness in him backed it. "Thanks."

"I'll be your perfect woman," Lindsey offered.

"You were great Lindsey," Owen said, "but he has this crazy idea that he’ll know his soul mate the instant he meets her. Ridiculous idea, huh?"

“Kind of romantic,” Lindsey said.

"You're not supposed to share that with people, remember?" Kellen said.

They were unwinding the ropes around her torso now. Every inch of her body was massaged as they released her bounds one at a time.

Owen shrugged. "She's seen you stroke your best friend's c**k until he came so hard he saw stars. I don't think much of what you share with her at this point is going to phase her."

"You came that hard, did you?" Kellen said, his lips twisted in that wicked grin of his again.

"Can't help it. You have strong hands."

"Kellen came way harder than you did, Owen,” Lindsey said. “I think he bruised my belly with the force behind his load."

Owen chuckled. "I did my best to help him get off."

“We rushed it a bit,” Kellen commented. “You were over-excited.” He caressed Lindsey’s breasts gently as they were freed from their bounds. “Which got me overexcited. I’m not sure if she was completely satisfied.”

She couldn’t lie, even if it did mean she might have more in store for her. “I was more than satisfied. And it feels absolutely amazing to be touched like this after having been confined,” she said quietly. She liked it almost as much as the mind blowing o****m she was still relishing.

“You’ll sleep very well,” Kellen promised.

“I am sleepy now,” she admitted.

She felt the weariness to her very bones.

And despite her best intentions, her eyes drifted closed.

Kellen continued to unwind ropes and massage flesh long after Lindsey had fallen asleep. He could feel Owen’s troubled gaze on him, but he pretended he was still working through his ritual. When had it become a way to be closer to his best friend? And why were the best orgasms of his life always at Owen’s hand? He wasn’t attracted to Owen. He didn’t get aroused when he was around him or anything. It had to be a completely tactile response of his body. Nothing emotional behind it. Should he tell Owen that or just keep those thoughts to himself?

“I want some hot chocolate,” Owen said. “Can you finish this on your own?”

Kellen forced himself to look up at Owen. He hoped his smile didn’t appear as forced as it felt. “Yeah, I’m fine. Almost finished. Unless you want to retrieve her anal plug for me.”

Owen grinned and Kellen took an unlabored breath. He hadn’t realized how constricted his chest had become until Owen’s easy smile had lifted some of the emotional burden.

“Sounds like a job for Adam,” Owen said. “He’s the one who loves ass.”

Kellen really didn’t want to make things weird between himself and Owen. So what if his orgasms were less intense when he finished himself at his own hand. Kellen had to stop encouraging Owen to touch him. Had to stop touching Owen in return. That’s all there was too it.

“You can call Adam in here if you want,” Kellen said.

Owen shook his head. “You aren’t attracted to me. Are you?”

Leave it to Owen to throw it all out there in the open. Kellen shook his head. “No. I honestly never think of you in a s****l capacity.”

Owen released a deep breath. “Thank God. I don’t think of you that way either. Why then… Why do we both get off so hard that way? I come so hard when you jerk me off.”

“Strong hands?”

“I guess,” Owen said and nodded. “The other guys don’t know about this, do they?”

“Not unless you told them.”

“I can keep a secret if you can.”

“Yeah, but can she?”

They both paused in their massage to gaze down at the sleeping girl. She looked so innocent in sleep. So exhausted. Kellen felt a renewed stirring in his groin. One he absolutely did not feel when he thought of Owen. It was a relief, yet he felt a little weird about it. Kellen would have probably felt less weird about getting off at his best friend’s hand if he were attracted to him. At least then it would make sense.

He just couldn’t bring himself to let a woman get him off. Not yet. He should probably move on with his life. Find someone to love. Sara would have wanted that for him. She’d told him as much the last time they’d made love. The last time he’d made love, period.

“You’re thinking about her again,” Owen said.

Kellen swallowed the lump in his throat and returned his attention to massaging Lindsey’s hand. She sighed in her sleep and his heart warmed. He wished he could love someone like her. He wished he could love anyone. Six years was long enough to grieve for Sara. It was much longer than the time he’d had with her.

“I think she’ll always be there,” Kellen said. “Sara.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s why you can’t bring yourself to, you know.” Owen’s eyes flicked towards Lindsey’s shaven mound. “Dam the beaver with your stick.”

Kellen’s brow crumpled. “That doesn’t even make sense, Owen. You don’t dam beavers.”

Owen chuckled. “I do.”

Kellen could still taste Lindsey’s sweet p***y and yeah, things were definitely stirring down below at the thought, but he didn’t want enter her shapely body. He didn’t want to be wrapped in her arms. He didn’t want to move inside her and stare down into her big blue eyes, because even though Lindsey resembled Sara, she wouldn’t be Sara. She could never be Sara. Sara was dead.

“I’m all sorts of f****d up in the head,” Kellen murmured.

“Hey, it’s alright. No one knows, but me,” Owen said.

Kellen chuckled. “I guess that’s some consolation.”

“Maybe if you tried again, you could do it this time. Instead of thinking of Sara while you bang the chick, you could think about my hand.” Owen lifted his eyebrows suggestively and wriggled his fingers at him. “I know how much it turns you on.”

Kellen might have taken offense if he hadn’t known Owen was f*****g with him. He laughed harder. “What? Are you tired of having to get me off, Owen?”

“Not as long as you reciprocate.” Owen’s face split into a wide grin. “We are a couple of f*****g perverts, aren’t we?”

“Hey, whatever feels good and God knows I need the release.”

“I’m really ready for some hot chocolate now. Do you want some?”

Kellen shook his head. “I’ll be out later. I need a few minutes to get my head on straight.”

Owen climbed from the bed and slipped into his jeans. “I’m going to hold you to that. No lying back here, holding some girl you don’t know, feeling all depressed and lonely.”

Kellen chuckled. The man knew him too well. He didn’t know what he would do with himself without Owen in his life, reminding him to keep living. Or try to.

Owen left Kelly with Lindsey and entered the main corridor of the bus. Tex was near the driver’s seat, cussing at his cell phone for having no service. With a candy cane dangling from his mouth, Gabe was back to reading his physics book, his attention drifting intermittently to Shade-and-company in the chair beside him. Adam was picking at his guitar strings with a distant look on his face. Shade was still seated in the recliner with the red rope still binding his forearms together. The main difference between now and when Owen had last saw him was that Shade’s fly was wide open and his stiff c**k was down the throat of Lindsey’s friend.

When Owen closed the door behind himself, the girl looked up from her task and let Shade’s c**k pop free from her lush lips. “Are you all done with the bed? I’m all sorts of horny right now. I don’t think this guy is ever gonna come.”

“Not if you stop sucking it, I won’t,” Shade said.

She glared up at him from her kneeling position on the floor. “If you don’t shut your mouth, I’m gonna knock your ass to the floor and sit on your face.”

Owen laughed. He loved this chick’s attitude. He found several cups of cold cocoa on the counter and popped one in the microwave.

“Is Lindsey okay?” the girl asked.

“She’s resting. Kellen’s giving her a massage.”

“She sure didn’t sound like she was getting no massage twenty minutes ago.”

“That must have been when I was f*****g her,” Owen said. “I think she liked my c**k piercing. She has a really sensitive G-spot.” He grinned. The microwave beeped and he removed his cup. He grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and stirred the contents of his mug before taking a cautious sip of the scalding liquid.

“Vanessa?” Shade murmured.

Vanessa tore her interested gaze from Owen’s crotch and looked up at Shade.

“Are you going to finish what you started or talk to Owen?”

She pouted. “My jaw is tired.”

“Then mount up and ride it.”

She eyed Shade’s huge erection with concern. “You don’t expect me to take off my pants and do you out here in front of everyone, do you?”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with our presence when you were trying to suck him off,” Gabe said without looking up from his book.

“If you untie me, I’ll help you out of those pants,” Shade said.

“I like you tied,” Vanessa said. “That’s what got me so hot and bothered in the first place.”

“Yeah, well it’s keeping me from yanking your pants down around your knees, shoving your face into the sofa and f*****g you doggie style,” Shade said, his voice tense, almost agonized.

Still sipping his hot chocolate, which was sweet and absolutely delicious, Owen sat on the sofa in question. “You can bury your face in my lap while he f***s you,” Owen said. “I won’t mind.” He patted his thigh with his free hand and took another sip of his cocoa. He was just trying to get a rise out of her. She didn’t disappoint him.