By Tommy Blade
Bonus Scene – This epilogue is a sexy read for the die-hard Immortal Angel fans who have begged for more of Angel, Tommy and Jessi. If m/m/f isn’t your thing, please feel free to skip it. But, you might just like it.?This epilogue doesn’t affect the story, however, you should probably read the last two sentences.
Tommy Blade sat in the middle of the couch in the great room, his wife on one side, his husband on the other. It had only been a few days since Tessa moved out, and they were all still getting used to the empty house. Tommy missed his daughter’s boisterous chatter and bouncy personality. Tessa’s energy had always filled the house, leaving no speculation as to whether or not she was at home. Lucas, on the other hand, had always been more low key than his extroverted sister and had spent much of his time in his suite or in the studio. The lack of loud music always reminded Tommy that his son no longer resided under the same roof. He couldn’t call his son in from the other room to share a song on the guitar or collaborate on a riff anymore, and it felt like a piece of him was missing. He often felt as if someone punched him in the stomach, and he wondered if a parent ever got over not seeing their kids on a daily basis. He let out a sigh. Probably not.
He reminisced about the day Lucas was born. His son was a cherub with platinum blond curls and signature Blade blue eyes. He didn’t think he could love anyone as much as he loved his son, until Tessa came along with her doe eyes that could melt a glacier and a personality twice her size. Never had he known love as pure as the love he had for his kids.
Tommy turned to his wife, still as beautiful as the first day they’d locked eyes. And then he turned to his husband, whose smile filled him with the same allure that they’d shared since the day they met. Jessi suddenly stood from the couch and Tommy reached for her, but she was too quick, and his hand merely brushed the back of her jeans. “Don’t go, hon. Sit here with us.”
“I’ll be right back.” As Jessi left the great room, she and Angel shared a smile and their own personal affectionate gaze. Their triad hadn’t always been as balanced as it was today. It wasn’t until after the kids came along that Angel and Jessi had become lovers. Tommy was still the center of attention, but now there was parity. They were each an independent third that formed a whole, all showing their physical love for one another without restraint and without jealousy.
Angel picked up Tommy’s hand and placed a warm kiss in the center of Tommy’s palm. “What should we do today, mi amor? We can visit the festival at the Nautical Mile in Freeport. Or we can go for a swim in the ocean. Maybe go into the City for—” Angel stopped, mid-sentence, his jaw slack and brows raised, as he looked straight ahead.
“What’s wrong? You look like you just saw—” Tommy’s words cut off as he followed Angel’s gaze and his eyes rested on Jessi. She sauntered through the great room wearing six-inch stiletto heels – and nothing else. As she headed to the bar, she glanced at the both of them with half closed lids and a provocative smile tucked into the corner of her mouth. Her gate turned into a strut, and she purposely swung her hips to accentuate the hourglass figure that graced her body. The light caught something around her waist and Tommy leaned closer. It was a thin gold belly chain that hung loosely around her hips. His eyes traveled upwards to the platinum piercings that skewered her perky nipples, and he bit his lower lip.
“Good Lord,” Angel sighed, “That woman gets more gorgeous every year. What did we ever do to deserve such a goddess?”
Tommy couldn’t answer. His voice was stuck in his throat, incapable of forming words.
Jessi poured herself a glass of wine, leaning over to project the perfect globes of her ass at both Tommy and Angel. They looked at one another for a moment, mouths agape, before turning back to their wife. She drained the glass, leaning her head back to expose the beautiful arc of her throat. Her tongue made an appearance and licked the rim of the glass. Then she vamped across the room, her long legs leading the way, and threw the glass in the hearth where it shattered with a splash.
Angel flinched. “You hellion.” He deepened his voice with a sultry rasp. “I like it.”
Her smile widened, as she locked eyes with Angel, and an erotic chuckle left her lips.
Tommy’s hormones had his body tingling and he couldn’t sit still any longer. He rushed at her and grabbed at her breasts while he buried his face in her neck, inhaling the beautiful intoxicating aroma of her perfume. His erection strained painfully against his jeans, growing harder and thicker the moment he touched her body.
Angel was suddenly behind Jessi, sandwiching her between them. “Must you tease us mercilessly?”
Jessi giggled at the way they both accosted her and wiggled out from between them. “Patience my darling husbands.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Tommy asked, most impatiently.
She sashayed past the fireplace, running a finger across the mantle. “I’ve been thinking. We’re empty-nesters now. No kids. No probing eyes or ears. No need to blast the music to drown out our cries of pleasure.”
Tommy and Angel looked at one another, heat rising between them at the realization that, for the first time in a very long time, there were no barriers to their lovemaking.
“That’s right. Nothing is off the table.” Jessi quirked her brow. “Or everything isonthe table. We can have Table Tuesdays – sex only on hard surfaces. Preceded by Muff Diving Mondays – which will be all about your tongues and my lady parts. Followed by No Pants Wednesdays.” She smiled seductively. “Voyeur Thursdays – where I get to watch but not touch. Which leads up to Double Penetration Fridays.”
Angel let out a heated breath. “That’s so naughty.”
Visions of the X-rated calendar Jessi outlined flashed inside Tommy’s head. Today was Saturday, but Jessi didn’t define the genre of the day, and his heart thudded with anticipation. “What’s Saturday?” he asked with overzealous anticipation.
Jessi bit her lower lip and glanced up at the ceiling. “Let’s see. I think Saturdays will be Tommy Sandwich Saturday.”
Angel draped his arm over Jessi’s shoulder and leered at Tommy. “I love that idea.”
Tommy eyed his husband and wife warily as a shiver ran down his back. Those two were trouble when they put their heads together sometimes. Granted, their love life had taken a tamer turn over the years. With the addition of two sets of curious eyes and ears in the house, the flogger that he loved so much hadn’t been used nearly as much as it used to. That didn’t mean their sexual encounters were any less frequent or scorchingly hot, though. With spouses as gorgeous as Jessi and Angel, Tommy’s erection was in constant overdrive, and they were both happy to appease his appetite. “What do you have in mind?” he asked with an alluring smile.
Jessi sauntered toward him from the left, while Angel strutted toward him from the right. His head slowly turned from one to the other as they approached, each pinning him with a sinister erotic gaze. As promised, they sandwiched him between them.
Angel tugged on Tommy’s T-shirt, lifted it above his head and threw it to the floor, desecrating the vintage souvenir. “Hey. That’s an original Metallica T-shirt from 1988. You can’t find that one anywhere anymore.”
Jessi picked it up, folded it, and neatly placed it on the coffee table for safekeeping. She gave Angel a scolding smirk, but there was a smile tucked in there, as well.
Angel just rolled his eyes. “Enough stalling, Mr. Blade. I suggest if you don’t want those jeans ripped from your body, remove them yourself. Because I’m out of patience. Our wife is flaunting her impeccable naked body in front of me.” He leered at Jessi. “With those perfect breasts and that irresistible round little ass. I don’t know how much longer I can control myself.”
Jessi raised her brows as she listened to Angel complement her attributes and smiled. She pushed her breasts together and licked her lips, then turned a quarter of the way around to present said irresistible ass to Angel. Both Tommy and Angel lunged at her. One firm butt cheek was the recipient of a healthy squeeze from Angel’s large palm and her shoulder received a firm nip from his teeth. Both of Tommy’s hands cupped her breasts while his thumbs rubbed against the barbells in her nipples.
