by Leigh Lennon
“What are you doing?” Bodhi asked, and I gave him almost a maniacal laugh. “Yeah, you’ll see very soon who does the talking around here.”
Bodhi gave me a smirk of his own, and I would have been able to read his challenge anywhere, but he responded, “Bring it on, man.”
It occurred to me that even though Clara and I have not used protection in months, we couldn’t go this route with Bodhi. I had, however, placed some extra condoms on my side of the bed one night while we were still using protection, so I leaned over to grab one, throwing it at him.
“I want to see you fuck my girlfriend.” My command was crude, yet both Clara and Bodhi had a glint of lust in their eyes, and my words only fueled their need for one another.
Bo’s eyes searched my own. He didn’t want to break the scene, my domination being what caused him a little bit more excitement if I were to wager a guess. “Don’t worry, there will be time for all three of us, but tonight, it’s about you and Clara. I’m here, and I’m a part of it, but you need Clara, and she needs you.” I paused, but I had more to say. “And I need to be a part of it, devouring every moment you’re in her tight cunt.”
Clara shivered, and tears filled her eyes, but when her lips turned up into a broad smile, it wasn’t because of fear or hurt. She truly wanted this, and more so, the two of them needed to forge their severed bond back together.
He took the condom, tearing it open, but he waited on my instructions. “Ah, you’re learning. Though foxy will tell you how hot my spankings are.” I wasn’t sure what sort of reaction I’d get from him concerning this. Would his protective nature come out? But he only looked at Clara, and she nodded.
“Hot as sin,” she replied.
“So, Mr. Chambers, have Clara sheath your mighty fine cock.” Stroking my own erection, I was attempting to be selfless by giving them this time together, but I was still a man, and I was going to need some release after watching these two fuck. And though gentle was something I loved, too, this was going to be him fucking her back into his system.
Clara adjusted to her knees, crawling over to the side of the bed, and Bo handed her the condom. “Do you still want this, us? Because we’re a package deal.” Her proclamation had my heart about ready to burst. She wanted Bodhi so much, but she was telling him how much she loved me in just a few words.
He turned his head to me, and as he was about to kiss her, he pulled back. “Permission to show her how much I want you with us?”
He was learning quick. It was funny, really how our fantasy was turning into a true Dom/sub relationship in the bedroom. I loved it, and honestly, I loved how he—the bigger alpha male of the two of us—was giving this to me.
“Permission granted.” His smile turned to an almost wild and sexy smolder. Two huge dimples came out, showcasing the beauty of his olive complexion and the deep almost jet black of his eyes and his thick dark hair.
His kiss was gentle, and it was his turn to take a nip at my lip. He twisted his body back to Clara as he was between us. “C, I want him, too. I want this. And just so you know, I’m not running.”
I was witnessing the fear evaporating from her face. This was moving quick, and I hadn’t gotten a clear read on Clara. It wasn’t until he vowed not to run that I realized she’d had panic written all over her—from her smile all the way to her posture.
She relaxed into his embrace, but he held her up. “I was a fucking fool. I’m not letting you go. And this asshole over here is a bonus, a fucking handsome bonus at that.”
I smacked his ass playfully. “On your stomach, ass in the air, foxy.” I loved this position, and when his body turned to mine with an eyebrow raised, I chuckled at his response. “It’s doggy style, you naughty boy, but one day, we’ll both claim her at the same time, and maybe I’ll let you have her ass.”
My chair was to the side of them, and in it, I had the best view of them both. “Fuck, you two are so sexy together.”
Bodhi jutted his head up to mine. “You haven’t seen nothing yet.” It didn’t surprise me that he’d say this. The man was as cocky as a banana was yellow. And right now, with his cock on full display, no wonder I was thinking of bananas.
He moved his cock to her entrance and pushed in slightly back and forth. “Fuck, you are wet, C.”
It was a simple statement, and Clara had a simple reply. “It’s you, Bo. I’m always wet for you.”
My hand immediately fell to my lap, and as I grabbed my cock, I took long strokes of it. “Foxy, your words are making it almost impossible not to come right here and now.”
He emitted a long moan from his lips, and when my eyes roamed to Bodhi, he was fully in Clara. His strokes were long but not hurried. “Don’t come, Mr. Chambers. Foxy, you can come, but don’t you fucking dare come, Mr. Chambers. Not yet anyway.”
He didn’t like my command, but he gave me a mock salute. Apparently, his words could not be found. “Speed up, Mr. Chambers.” He didn’t ask why I called him this in the bedroom. I had a response on the tip of my tongue, but I’d wait for his query.
“And you don’t want me to come, Mr. Calypso, yet you have me speed up? Not sure that can happen.” Ah, he had noticed what I was calling him.
“Yeah, fucking make sure it doesn’t happen,” I commanded, but true to his word, he was following every order I gave him.
He slowed down in one of his thrusts, telling me he was mighty close. “Foxy, you close?” She didn’t answer, but when her body quivered and her cries intensified, I’d known for a fact that she wasn’t just close, she was in the middle of an orgasm.
“Stop, Mr. Chambers.” Bodhi pulled out and was waiting for my directive. “Foxy, you turn over, I think this man wants to look at your face when he fucks you.” Bodhi’s eyes widened. “Yeah, you heard me. Sweet and sexy can be saved for another day. I want to you to fuck her and hard.”
My attention moved to my sweet foxy. “You okay with this?”
I knew the answer. I’d made love to Clara many times, but what the woman really got off on was being owned and ruled. She fell back on the bed, legs spread eagle. “What are you waiting for?”
Bodhi understood what was going on and looked at me with a shrug. “Go get her.” It was my last command that had him almost jumping on her, and as he entered her, he took my words to heart, and he wasn’t gentle.
“You won’t hurt me.” It was the first thing Clara said, knowing Bo as she did. “Harder, I can take it. Fuck me harder.”
I loved this banter between them, especially when he reminded her, “Your boyfriend is in charge, Triple C. Though, if he wants to spank you, I’m okay with that, too.”
His thrusts got deeper and deeper. “Fuck, Clara, I’ve missed this tight pussy.” The headboard was bumping against the wall. “Want to make the pictures fall off the walls?” His question had me laughing so hard, but my eyes were locked on both of them.
His ass was amazing, not to mention that cock of his. He certainly had the size to accompany his arrogance. When my eyes watched him push into and then pull out of Clara, I noticed two perfect dimples on his ass. I smacked it, but it only made his thrusts harder and harder. “Fuck, Clara, I love you so much.” I kept moving around the bed, watching them at every angle. I was done worrying about my own pleasure and ached for both their releases.
“You can come now,” I ordered, and it was as though he was holding it in as his orgasm chased hers. “You’re something, Mr. Chambers. Making our girl come twice.”
He fell on the bed next to Clara, pulling her into his side. “Our girl, I fucking love it.” He kissed her forehead, his attention on me. “I can share her with you. There’s nothing more sexy as long as she’ll share you with me.”
It was his tone that had me barreling into bed with both of them.
27
Clara
It wasn’t long, and we were in bed, my head in the crook of Bodhi’s neck, and my hand laced with Jack’s fingers. It was odd; we all had done the normal bedtime things. Bodhi s
trolled to the spare bedroom to grab the extra toothbrush I had found earlier in the day for him. Jack took a quick shower, and I changed into my silk pajamas. At the end of all of it, Bodhi didn’t question where he belonged and where we wanted him.
Bo’s long arms found passage up and down mine, rubbing them back and forth as he always had when we crawled into bed together. Jack sat up against the headboard, putting on his reading glasses and grabbing the book he always left on his side, even if he wasn’t here. He held the book with one hand all while holding my hand.
“This is nice,” I said, and it was. No one was freaking out yet, not verbally, but it didn’t mean Bodhi wasn’t overthinking this. “You okay, Bo?” I asked.
I turned to face him, and he nodded. “Talk to me, Bo.”
“I’m okay, C. I may be overthinking it, but you know this about me. So you’re not surprised.” With a small smile, he placed a little peck on my nose. “But you’re right; this is nice, and if you’re asking me if I regret it, I don’t.” He took in a long intake of air. “But what I do regret is not having this sexy man next to you in those sexy as sin glasses while we fucked.”
Bodhi was not wrong. Jack was beyond sexy in his reading glasses. “You just want me to fuck you? That’s why you’re whispering all the dirty nothings to me,” Jack started.
His body adjusted a little. It was harder for him to move in the bed without his prosthetic, but it didn’t stop him from grabbing Bodhi’s jaw in a predatorial way and kissing him as if Bodhi was life.
Between both men, I thought my panties would combust, and it made me want to initiate round two, but I had a feeling we’d done as much as Jack had wanted. It was funny how I trusted him so much and deferred to him. It didn’t distinguish the trust that was forming again between Bodhi and me by the day. It was quick, but so much of my life with Bodhi was quick. From us dating, to our engagement, to our wedding, and even our desire to have kids. It took a while to get pregnant. At the time, I felt completely devastated, fear gripping me that I couldn’t ever have kids, but it was the perfect time because all those trials led to my son, the son I had with Bodhi.
We held one another until all the events of the day faded from my mind, and I was left satisfied, tired, and deliciously sore.
“Clara, honey?” The voice of my mother of all people inhabited my dreams. It was odd, I woke to the two men I’d ever loved, and the first voice in my head was my mom’s. What the hell? Until I heard it again. “Clara, sweetheart.” I pushed up to stand in bed between my ex-husband and boyfriend, and what I thought was a dream crashed with my reality.
Bounding over Jack, I ran to the door, slamming it shut to shield my mother and son from the two men in my bed. I cracked it just enough to yell back to her, “I’ll be out in a second, Mom.”
When the word mom came out of my mouth, Bodhi’s eyes flew open, and his reaction was similar to mine. I’d locked the door because I had a feeling Declan would bombard us, soon, and very soon. I placed my index finger over my lips, when small little taps sounded on the door. “Mommy, I come in.” It wasn’t a question, more like a demand.
My head whipped to Bodhi, very much awake, and Jack, still snoozing hard. He began to touch him, and I shook my head. I learned early on never to wake Jack if you were near him. His PTSD was at bay most days, but at times, he’d wake up swinging.
I pointed at the bathroom, and his face fell. I was hiding him after a night of sharing his love with me. I mouthed, “I’m sorry.” Pulling my robe, I opened the door, just enough to scoot my way out when Declan jumped into my arms. “Mommy, I’s missy ewe.” My own mother was nowhere to be seen. My son nuzzled into the crook of my neck, squeezing me tight.
“I missed you, too, buddy.” And it was true. “Let’s go find Nana.” I walked into the kitchen, and my mother was starting a pot of coffee. “Ah, bless you, Mom.” I leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek. “What are you guys doing here so early?” One look at the clock, and I saw it wasn’t early. It was past ten in the morning. “I assume the roads are clear?” My mother still hadn’t said a word. “Why didn’t you call?”
Placing the coffee into the filter, she hit the start button and turned her entire body to mine. “I did try to call. Several times.” Her voice was even, almost too calm. “But I saw you were a little pre-occupied.”
Fuck, my room was off the living space and with the door open, my mother would have had a great view of how I fell asleep last night. “Don’t worry, Declan didn’t see, but he thought his daddy would be in the guest room. I told him he must have gone out for something you needed.”
Her body was square with mine. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Clara Corrinne Ashley.”
The seriousness of this conversation had increased tenfold when she used my entire God-given name. The music for Paw Patrol began, and we had the privacy to chat openly. “I never stopped loving Bodhi. And Jack is…” Jack was almost perfect, calm, kind, loving, and generous. He was all these things, but at the end of the day, none of them mattered, when my love for him grew deeply each day we were together.
“I love Jack, too. And…” I hadn’t shared Jack’s sexuality with my mother, but I wanted her to know they shared a bond, too.
“No, you don’t have to say it. I could read the chemistry from Bodhi and Jack together, and I was only in the same room with them a couple of times.”
“Please don’t judge me. I mean, this isn’t conventional.” Her hand quickly found passage to my hands, covering them gently. I called it the mom touch.
“Oh, honey, all I ever wanted was for you to be happy. You’re the most important person in this world to me, you and Declan. I knew you never got over Bo. So, fuck the taboo of it. All I care about is your happiness. Well, yours and my grandson’s.”
My mouth fell at my mother’s use of the word fuck. I didn’t think I’d ever heard her swear like that a day in my life. The most colorful word Laura Ashley had ever used was damn. “Wow, Mom, you’re passionate.”
“I only want you happy.” She leaned in, giving me a hug. “I’m going to distract Declan, so get Bo out here, so his son can see him.”
He’d slipped on his jeans and a white T-shirt of Jack’s that molded to every part of his body. I hadn’t noticed last night that he’d only gotten more toned, more so than he was when we were married, and it was sexy. I held my morning coffee, leaning up against wall leading to the hallway, and he’d stopped at the entrance of Declan’s room. “Hey, I heard someone was looking for me?” His pitch had hitched, as it always had when he was talking to Declan. It was one of the many things I still loved about him.
With footsteps approaching me from behind, I’d held my coffee tighter, so as not to spill the scalding hot pick-me-up on me. “Hey, foxy.” He stepped in front of me, blocking my view of Bo and our son, but when I looked around Jack’s body, he’d pulled his daddy into his room. “You didn’t wake me?”
I’d learned my lesson to call for him, far away from me. “Well, it was a clusterfuck. My mother let herself in to the house.” I’d never had anything to hide from her, and after today, I still didn’t.
“Did she see—?”
I cut him off. “Yep.”
“Ah, fuck, foxy, I’m sorry.” He pushed a tendril of my hair away from my face as steps approached from behind him.
“Good morning, Jack,” my mother called. Opening her arms, she embraced him in a large Laura Ashley hug. My mom had met him several times, had dinner with us about once a week, and she adored him, but I hadn’t had a chance to share my mother’s reaction with Jack.
“So, you three were all snuggled up tight like a kitten trying to drink from their mother’s teat.” She gave him a little wink. “Lucky you.” Moving around me, she continued to call out to us, “Come in here and hang out with me while I cook us all some breakfast. I’m thinking some of us, not me, could really use it.” Her cackle followed her into the kitchen but still lingered in the hallway, near the living room.
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��She seems almost too happy about what she saw?” Jack questioned, rubbing the top of his head with a weak smile.
“Yeah, she just wants me to be happy. But she’s certainly not without her concern.” My mother would wait until it was just the two of us to really tell me how she felt.
His chaste kiss, on my swollen lips, thanks to both men, left a lingering taste on my tongue. I’d covet it again until I could get Jack and Bodhi back in my bed.
Bodhi joined us in the kitchen later, Declan carrying his dinosaur he’d gotten from Jack months ago. After one night of Bo and I being back together, the instinct to lean in and give me a kiss must have come back to him quickly, while he put an arm around Jack’s neck. We were already caught, and maybe if we treated this like no big deal, Declan wouldn’t be freaked out by the change in our status.
“Hey, Mr. Man,” Jack called down to him from the stool. Declan held his leg, squeezing it a little, his form of a hug. “I missed you, Dec.”
My boy didn’t look straight into people’s eyes often. He barely did it with Bo and me, but he’d stopped for a second, on his way to Nana pouring him his beloved chocolate milk, to peek up, staring directly into Jack’s eyes.
“Miz ewe, dack.” I slapped my hand over my mouth, and Bodhi inhaled deeply, holding it in. Our gaze met one another, and at that moment, it was as if we silently knew Jack was the best fit for our entire family.
My mother hadn’t moved on the other side of the L-shaped peninsula island, a tear falling down her face. “Did he just…?”
“Yep, he sure did,” Bodhi answered before anyone else.
“Well, butter my biscuits and call me a breakfast sandwich. Jack Calypso, if I didn’t already adore you, I’d be praising your name from here to Aurora.”
My mother and her Southernisms came out in full force when she was happy, and seeing a little bit of progress with someone he’d known for less than two months was all the sign we needed that the three of us—Bodhi, Jack, and me—were something special.