Reckless Hearts (Reckless - The Smoky Mountain Trio Book 3)

by Sierra Hill

  If there’s one thing I know beyond the shadow of a doubt, it’s that when the three of us start something, it’s not going to end until we are all happily satisfied.

  I bend at the waist, leaning over so that my face is nearly touching Cam’s.

  “I want to taste her on you.”

  London removes her finger from Cam’s mouth and I replace them with my lips. Cam’s mouth is blistering hot, my tongue sweeping through the heat, London’s taste melting inside against my tongue.

  I deepen the kiss, my hand slipping behind Cam’s neck, taking pleasure in the way he sighs with relief. As if it’s the balm to his pain, relieving his symptoms.

  With one hand at the nape of his neck, and careful not to touch any of his scarred skin, the fingers of my other hand travel down his chest, swirling around his collarbone, his mountainous pectoral muscles, and then trailing over the ridges of his abs. When they land on his belly, he sucks in a gulp of air and I bite his lower lip.

  “Let me touch you, Cam.”

  My body is antsy to touch him. I’ve missed this for so long. While he’s been in recovery, I’ve wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in my arms to show him how much I love him. To prove to him that he makes me complete. They make me whole when everything else in my life has left me in pieces.

  “Sage,” he whimpers into my mouth. It’s a plea.

  I let go and run my lips over his cheek, his jawbone, relishing in the scrape of his whiskers against my sensitive lips. When I find the shell of his ear, I murmur,

  “You’re going to fuck me tonight. And I’m going to take London’s pussy while you take my ass. It’s my gift to you.”

  The air in the room shifts, like the current in the river back home in Chester Fork. It’s thick and flowing, dense and weighty. Full of anticipation and movement.

  “London, get on the bed, baby. We’re gonna get warmed up.”

  Chapter 10

  London spreads out over the bed as I reach into the bedside table to grab the lube and condoms. Cam remains perched on the edge of the bed with a glassy-eyed stare. Looking uncertain and a little shell-shocked.

  Seeming like he’s either ready to bolt or to bust a nut. Could go either way.

  We’ve given him the time to heal and recover. Over the course of the last few months, he’s seen a therapist for his mental health, as well as the physical therapists to assist in his healing. But enough’s enough.

  What better way is there to get his head back into the game than to remind his body how good he can feel.

  “Cam? You in with us?”

  His denim-blue-gaze stares up at me in the same fashion they did when we were teens. With a nervous longing and greedy need. As if snapping out of a trance, he looks down at London’s nearly-naked body and skims her inner thigh with his fingertips.

  “Where should I begin?”

  His question is more to himself rather than either London or me, but I decide to answer for him.

  “I want to watch you make her come on your tongue. You were always so good with that.”

  He flashes a dirty grin and begins peppering kisses along London’s leg, starting at her ankle and working his way up past her knee, venturing toward her pussy.

  London moans with pleasure when Cam reaches his intended destination, yanking the panties down and off her legs. She smiles lazily, stretching her limbs like a cat in a beam of sunlight, her arm reaching out in my direction.

  “Come here, Sage. Let me touch you.”

  I won’t deny any of us the satisfaction and do as she requests. Kneeling on the bed beside her, I take her hand and place it on my cock, her palm rubbing my erection through the cotton of my briefs. The friction feels so good, but so will her mouth.

  Sliding down my underwear, my dick pops free, London’s hand enwrapping it in her velvet touch. As she’s being pleasured between her legs by Cam, she pleasures me with the stroke of her hand along my hard shaft, licking her lips seductively.

  I chuckle at her not-so-subtle hint. “You hungry for something, darlin’?’

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  Her lips slide over the head of my cock, tongue sweeping around the tip and rim, as I nearly spasm with relief when she drags it across my slit.

  “That’s it, darlin. You know how much I love your mouth. And you,” I speak to Cam as I lay a hand on top of his head. “I want to feel her gasp around my cock when you slide a finger in her pussy.”

  Cam lifts his head momentarily, his lips puffy and wet, and then inserts his finger into London, who moans so loudly around my cock that I feel the vibrations all the way to my toes.

  London squirms against Cam’s face as her cheeks hollow out with the suction around my dick. I can tell she’s getting close to orgasm because of the intermittent pauses as she breathes in deeply through her nose, her mouth stopping its movement while she’s momentarily incapacitated by pleasure.

  Then suddenly, she lets go of my cock and a string of garbled words coming tumbling out of her mouth.

  “I’mcomingI’mcomingI’mcoming…”

  I can feel her body spasm, my hand on her breast, pinching her nipple hard between my thumb and finger to intensify the reaction. As her climax begins to wane, Cam shoots a look up to me, tipping his head in delight.

  “I’ve still got it.”

  We all laugh at his smugness, and I hand him the lube and condom.

  His voice trembles and catches me off guard. “You sure, man?”

  Cupping my hands around his jaw, I press a hard kiss to his lips, relishing in the mixed taste of Cam and London.

  “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

  Letting him go, I lean down to London, kissing her in a much gentler fashion.

  “You okay with just me tonight, baby?”

  It’s always been important to the three of us to be open about our feelings and reservations. Without it, it leaves too much room for resentment and jealousy.

  London bites her lip with a coy grin and nods. She looks like a sinful goddess laid out like this and my cock aches to be inside her.

  Cam sits up and sheathes himself in a condom, slathering himself with lube. My dick twitches and my hole throbs with greedy anticipation.

  He tilts his head. “Um…how do you want me to…”

  Strumming a hand down his chest, I enclose his fat cock in a fist, stroking a few times, my gaze volleying between them both. They are naked and gloriously sexy, and I deem myself the luckiest man alive to be able to be with the two people I love more than anything else in the world.

  I position London on the bed, moving Cam’s body behind me, quirking a brow at him in challenge. “You comfortable with this?”

  Cam shrugs a shoulder. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

  London opens wider, inviting me into her wet, slick heaven.

  I adjust myself over her naked body missionary style, my tip seeking her entrance as I thrust inside. She envelopes my cock in warmth and I groan with pleasure, knowing there is still so much more to come.

  The heat of her body mixed with the heat of Cam’s from behind insulates me in a tight cocoon. From behind me, I feel Cam drag his hand over the curve of my ass, as he ventures toward my asshole. The contrasting cold of the lube that he drizzled in my crease and the sizzling burn of his hand is almost too much to handle. I still inside London, who stares up at me dreamily, her hands digging into my shoulder blades.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” Cam acknowledges sweetly, as I stifle a laugh.

  “Dude, the waiting hurts worse. Just do it. I want you inside me.”

  I grit my teeth, holding myself compliant and lifting my ass higher while Cam peels open my ass cheeks and presses the tip of his cock at the entrance. I know London is waiting for me to move, but I can’t. I’m enraptured with divine pleasure as Cam slowly inches his way in until he hits the muscular ring that’s meant to keep him out.

  Baring down, I lift my ass a little higher, positioning myself at a better angle for
him to take me. And take me he does.

  Cam grips the sides of my ass with both hands and thrusts his cock inside of me. The momentum forces me down onto London’s chest, as I’m now securely wedged between both my lovers.

  “Holy fuck, Sage…”

  He withdraws with a growl, his dick sliding out and up my ass crease leaving a trail of slippery wetness in its wake.

  London and I lock lips, our tongues dueling with one another, tasting and fucking. I rear back when I feel Cam at my entrance again, his fingers spreading me open as he thrusts in. My body adjusts quickly to the intrusion and I feel my balls tightening with the need to release.

  Beneath me, London wiggles and moves, seeking her own climactic eruption. Because of our positions, I’m unable to use my hands much or work my fingers at her clit.

  “Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself come.”

  She does as I suggest, wedging her delicate finger at her swollen nub in much need of attention. She closes her eyes in euphoria, working herself hard and fast as I continue to pump inside and Cam pounds me from behind.

  It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.

  We’re connected in ways so much greater than just physically – our hearts are in sync with our bodies. We’re wrapped up in a bubble of warmth, saturated with a shared history and a love so strong it’s withstood the test of time and distance, tours, deaths, and estrangements.

  I feel the first trembles of London’s orgasm, her face tightening in ecstasy as she shatters beautifully underneath me. Throwing a look over my shoulder, I see a similar expression on Cam, a light sheen of sweat glistening over his chest and flexing muscles.

  His grip on my hips tenses and on the next thrust his cock head hits me in just the right spot, as I unload spectacularly inside London’s pussy. Behind me, Cam’s jerking movements stop, his dick slamming into me one final time, as he shudders out a roar of climax.

  His weight and heat leave me feeling bereft and incomplete as he withdraws from my body.

  “I gotta go take care of this,” he explains, his voice raspy and deep.

  Checking to ensure London is okay, I kiss her cheek before sliding out, my semi-hard dick wet from the remnants of my release.

  She sighs happily, and I reach for a tissue next to the bed to clean her up. My hands brush over her mound and between her lips, my gaze returning to her mouth, which edges up in a satisfied smile.

  “Thank you for taking care of me.”

  “Always, baby. I love you. Thank you for sharing in this gift with us.”

  I bend down to kiss her forehead, then her nose and finally her soft, luscious lips. “You mean everything to me. Even when I was an asshole of epic proportions and pushed you away…I never stopped loving you.”

  Her watery smile doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “I’ve already told you I’ve forgiven you for that. I understand it now. I didn’t back then, but I do now. You had your reasons. It was just so hard to be away from you.”

  I brush away the stray hairs from her face, cupping her cheek lightly in my palm.

  “London, will you please marry me?”

  Chapter 11

  I don’t know where the words come from, but before I can stop them, they pop out of my mouth, a surprise to us both.

  I’d been very intentional over the last year to shut down the possibility of her ever saying yes since she’s rejected me three times in the past. But something about this moment just feels right. Now that Cam is back in our lives, we can figure out our future together.

  While it’s not possible for the three of us to legally marry each other, and Cam hasn’t finalized his divorce and is technically still married, it shouldn’t prevent London and me from marrying. And if he’s open to it, we can hold a commitment ceremony with Cam when he’s ready.

  We’ve never discussed this with one another. The topic of our future hasn’t been raised since Cam’s returned and has been working at recovering one day at a time. Maybe it’s just my simple dream of a future together – sharing one another, sharing a home and our bed and the responsibilities of raising Taylor as a family.

  A family is something I never had unless it encompassed London, Cam and our friendship. Their love was more intimate and bonding than anything I’d ever felt with my own parents.

  And all I want is for that commitment to be made publicly and forever.

  Cam strides into the room, picking up his scattered clothes that were strewn about in our earlier frenzy and putting them back on. As he does, he seems suddenly closed off and distant.

  In the past, Cam liked to cuddle afterwards, but now he sits alone as he buttons his shorts, his T-shirt hanging loosely over the waistband.

  “Sage,” London drawls, an uncertainty lingering in the sweet sound of her voice.

  I’m ready for her rejection to my proposal, steeling myself against the sharp cut it’ll make in the wound that still hasn’t healed from her previous rejections. But I’m also hopeful for the answer I’ve longed to hear all these years.

  “Do you not love me, London?”

  I’m layering it on thick, hoping she’ll come to the same conclusion I have years ago. We’re perfect for each other and I have so much to give her now. Unlike when I was fresh out of prison.

  “Of course, I love you, silly man.”

  She sits up, adjusting the sheet to cover her breasts. Her eyes shine with a touch of sorrow. “But you know I also love Cam. I can’t choose between you two. I never have, and I never will. It’s impossible.”

  Reaching for her hand, I bring it to my lips, kissing along her knuckles with reverence.

  “Darlin’, I’m not asking you to choose. And that’s why I think the three of us should marry each other.”

  Cam scoffs from his seated position, running a hand through his hair, mimicking London’s words back to me. “That’s impossible.”

  I beckon him over to the bed with a wave of my hand as he stands, reluctantly sitting down next to me.

  My hand slips behind his neck, grabbing hold of the scruff so he feels the honest truth behind my words even if he won’t hear them.

  “Maybe not in the conventional sense, sure. But we can make London’s and my marriage legal on paper and then hold a private commitment ceremony with the three of us. We can do whatever the damn hell we want. Because this feels right. Like is too fucking short not to seal the deal between us. I only now feel like my life is finally on track when I’m with you both. Don’t you feel the same way?”

  I hold my breath as I wait for their response. London replies first, snuggling into my neck with her face, the scent of her lightly lemon-fragrance shampoo filling my senses.

  “You know I do. My life has always been about you two even when I wasn’t with you. Everything I am is because of you and Cam.” She kisses me on the lips and then moves to kiss Cam, who remains stoic and skeptical by my side.

  “What do you think, Cam? Do you want us forever?”

  Based on the apprehension written in his expression, you’d think I’d just held him down with a knife to his throat.

  He jumps to his feet and paces next to the bed, worrying his lip between his teeth, rubbing a hand over his tense neck muscles.

  “I need to think about Taylor and how this would affect him. He’s already been through so much with this divorce. I can’t thrust this in his face and expect him to just accept it. It’s not normal.” He uses air quotes and then turns away from me and London.

  I search London’s eyes for an answer, hoping she’ll know what to say to make Cam see differently. Hoping he’ll want this as much as I do.

  Cam has always been the thinker. He needs to ruminate on something before making a decision. Whereas I’ve always been too impulsive for my own good.

  And London. She’s the most logical, practical and yet most sensitive between the three of us. She thinks and acts with an open heart. She bleeds love for the world – for the foster kids she works with in that god-awful foster system, for her
family, and for us.

  She shrugs her shoulders and scoots out of the bed, unaffected by her nudity, stepping behind Cam to wrap her arms around his middle. She drops her head against his back, careful not to touch the scarred side, reassuring him with her touch.

  “Cam, I want to say yes to Sage so badly. But I can’t do that without your blessing. Without your acknowledgment that it’ll be the three of us together in this arrangement. It’s the only way I can live. I need and love you both so much.”

  I see Cam’s broad shoulders tense, his frame so imposing and massive compared to London’s lithe body. We’ve all lost so much in our lives and Cam continues to deal with the shit that’s been lumped on him so unfairly.

  As I stare at my two lovers, a song title pops into my head, the lyrics flying around like fall leaves in the wind.

  Holding on.

  I hold on to you so tight,

  so scared to let you go.

  You’re the only one who can make this right.

  You’re the only one who makes me whole.

  Without you, I’m just no good.

  I’m just another lost and hurting soul.

  Cam turns around in London’s arms, capturing her in his own embrace and plants a kiss at the top of her head.

  “Let me think about it. It’s a lot to take in. I mean, I just fucked a dude in the goddammed ass for the very first time and you expect me to talk about marriage?” His tone is sarcastic with a touch of amusement evident in his voice.

  Our laughter fills the room and Cam returns the hug to London. I get up and join in on the embrace, wrapping my arms around both of them.

  This is exactly how I want the rest of my life to be.

  Wrapped up in of the arms of my two best friends.

  My two lovers.

  And hopefully, my two forever life partners.

  Chapter 12

  The next six months fly by, our lives having returned to some kind of normal and Cam’s healing progressing along nicely.