by J P Books
But she looked like she was serious. And I think it’s a brilliant idea. And I know his hopes are just exactly as high as mine are.
The moment she showed up back in our lives, she fit right back into her place with the two of us. What could make more sense?
She wants a baby. We want a baby. We should just have babies together. Why does it have to be any more complicated than that?
My mind drifts back to the idea of putting a baby directly in her. Thinking about the three of us tangled up in this bed together gets my blood pumping in a very specific direction.
I reach under the sheets, wondering how much time I might have alone.
I close my eyes and adjust my dick, playing with my balls. Images of Miranda and Darren kissing each other float through my mind. They turn towards me. They start kissing me. My cock gets harder and I stroke it slowly.
I’m enjoying my fantasy so much I don’t hear the door open. I do hear Darren clear his throat meaningfully.
I keep my eyes closed, but grin. “You come to give me some TLC?” I ask, quite happy to have some help.
Instead of feeling Darren join me in bed, I hear a feminine giggle and realize he’s not alone.
Torn between embarrassment and my lingering fantasy, I open my eyes to see Miranda watching my hand under the sheet. I choose fantasy and grin at her too.
“I’ll leave you boys alone to rest,” she says, with the emphasis on rest and not meaning a word of it.
“Or you could stay and help me relax?” I was too shy to make a move on her in high school, but things have changed. I’ve grown up. Darren helped me a lot. He taught me how to ask for what I want.
Looking at his face now though he’s clearly surprised, either at my bravery or at the fact that I’m randy only a few hours out of the hospital. Bumps and bruises have never done much to limit my libido.
Miranda looks a little shell-shocked though. Her cheeks go pink and she stares at me and then looks at Darren. As if she’s waiting for someone to let her in on the joke.
But I mean it. And I know Darren will go for it happily. It’s taken us half our lives to be together like this. If there’s any chance at all, I’m going to take it.
I push the sheet down, more clearly showing her what’s waiting if she’s interested.
She doesn’t move. Darren’s watching her, waiting to see what she does.
“Well, I hope someone’s going to come help me. I’ve been gravely injured, remember?”
Still, nobody moves. I’m starting to feel the tension and worry that maybe I did something wrong. Maybe I shouldn’t have sprung this on her quite like this. But I’ve been waiting for this for so long and having her here now feels like the right moment. Can’t they feel it too?
Finally, she takes a step forward, towards the bed. This bed that Darren and I have been sharing for over 10 years. This bed that has been underneath us for years as we fucked each other and fantasized about others. As we fantasized about Miranda.
Was she finally going to be in this bed with us?
She takes another step towards the bed and I shoot a glance at Darren. We can’t expect her to make the first move, but as much as I hate to admit it, my limbs are feeling heavy and sore, and I actually would like help, without a lot of participation on my end.
She pauses, still a few feet away from the bed and Darren doesn’t move. I’m starting to worry that he’s going to miss the opportunity, let her leave. He needs to go to her. He needs to make her understand how much we want her. He needs to rip her clothes off.
And then, as if I’m dreaming, her hands cross in front of her to grab the bottom of the tank top that she’s wearing.
Finally, Darren springs into action. His hands land on top of hers as he says, “Allow me.”
She raises her hands above her head with a slight nod of her head. As he pulls the tank up, his fingers skim along her torso. Wherever he touches, I can imagine the trail of fire he leaves behind. I’ve been the skin underneath his touch for so long, I swear I can feel his fingers myself.
By the time her shirt is off, she’s already panting, and my cock has sprung to full attention in my hand.
I watch, mesmerized, as Darren’s hands circle her waist and she closes her eyes. They stay closed as his hands explore her torso and only open when he stops, pulling back.
Darren glances down at me and I nod for him to keep going. I like what I’m watching.
He smiles at me and then pulls her into him, reaching behind her to unhook her bra and slip it off. She presses her now bare chest onto his clothed one. She tilts her head and he leans in for a kiss.
Her tongue must be so wrapped up in his, that she barely even notices the unbuttoning of her pants or how quickly Darren undresses before her. Only when her rock-hard pink nipples touch his coarse chest hair, does she pull her lips from his. She watches Darren as he drops to his knees in front of her to pull off her panties.
As he busies himself down below, she reaches her hand out to me, still lying in bed with my hand on my cock.
As soon as she steps out of her panties, she moves towards the bed and reaches for my PJ bottoms, carefully pulling them off me. I lift my hips to help the process.
As my cock springs free before her eyes, I can see them darken with lust. I hold my dick upright for her, offering it like a gift. Darren had moved with her, his hands exploring her naked body as she positions herself over top of me, on all fours.
They both lean forward at the same time. She wraps her mouth around my throbbing cock as I hear him breathe warmly between her legs. She spreads them wider for him and moans. The vibrations thrum through me and I lift my hips, unable to stop myself from plunging deeper into her mouth.
I groan and she moves her head up and down, her soft lips feeling like silk running over my sensitive member, and her tongue massaging me until I feel like I’m going to bust.
After a few minutes of exquisite sucking, she releases me and gasps out, “Oh my god.”
It comes out more like a whisper than anything else. I can see Darren’s tongue licking her and I feel another surge of pressure threaten to make me explode.
Feeling her movements, he pauses in his ministrations as well.
“How do you want to do this, Miranda?” Darren asks her, as his lips trail kisses down the insides of her thighs.
That question is something that I have fantasized over more times than I can count. There are so many things I want to try, and I wait with anticipation for her to answer. For her to guide us.
“I want to be on top of one of you and have the other in my mouth.”
I’m honestly not sure if the moans that thunder through the room are mine, Darren’s or a chorus of the two of us together.
It doesn’t take long for Darren to pick her up and turn her around so that she’s straddling me, backward cowgirl style. He pulls me by the legs so that she’s closer to the edge of the bed, where he’s standing.
She situates herself to the perfect spot on top of me, grabbing my cock in one hand and rubbing it along her swollen, perfectly shaven pussy. Before she lowers herself onto me, she unrolls a condom that Darren had to give her. Then, she angles her mouth towards Darren, taking him in her mouth.
The lips that had just be wrapped around me now cause Darren to moan in ecstasy, making me harder still.
She lowers her body first, using her weight to take as much of my cock inside of her as possible. The pure bliss as she surrounds me makes me throb. I can feel my balls tighten and I drive my hips up, burying myself as deep inside her as I can go.
She’s so wet, I can feel the dampness drip down between my ass cheeks.
She matches the movement of her mouth to the rhythm of her hips.
Together, Darren and I take over the rhythm. My fingers dig into her hips and I can see Darren’s hands tangle in her hair to pull her mouth harder against him. I lift her hips, bouncing her up and down on top of me, the feeling of
her hot pussy sliding against my throbbing cock driving me insane.
Her mouth is full of Darren, but her groans are quickly becoming whimpers and she’s grinding against me as I bounce her. Suddenly she stills, her ass tensing, and then she’s rippling with spasms. I can feel her pussy contracting around me and it sends me over the edge.
I pull her down hard onto me as I thrust upwards one more time, letting the spasms of my orgasm shake my entire body. I hurt in so many places, but I wouldn’t trade in this moment for all the broken bones in my body, let alone a few bruises.
As my body slowly stops shaking, I can hear Darren’s O noises in the background, and I realize that, for the first time, one of my greatest fantasies has played out in real life.
CHAPTER 7
Miranda
I wake up sandwiched between two very hot men. Sweaty hot, as well as sexy hot.
I feel a little suffocated, but I have no desire for either of them to move. I love their weight on top of me. Arms and legs sprawled haphazardly all over the place, chest and pubic hair tickling me with every breath, now that I’m awake and fully aware of every inch of skin touching mine.
I trace my fingers over the tattoos on Samuel’s arms, and the scar on Darren’s chest. I wasn’t here for either of them when those marks left their imprint. What else had I missed?
The years I was in New York seem hazy, as if they were a dream, even though they were the foundation of my adult life.
How can 15 years of college, and work and a fiancé seem so far away so quickly? And how is it possible that I fit back into this life so quickly and effortlessly?
Not once in all my years with Tom has sex ever felt so loving and filled me with such incredible passion. It had always kind of felt like a chore, now that I’m comparing the two. Last night felt like my body was being worshiped, and I felt like I held the power of pleasure over these men at my sides.
How had I ever left them?
How had I ever thought that Tom was the right man to start a family with? In just a few days that I’ve been back with Darren and Samuel, I can see the difference in the type of father I’d want for my babies.
Tom had hated visiting my parents because they were too open and touchy-feely for him. That should have made alarm bells ring. My parents were always amazing. They were the perfect blend of authority and love and they’re my blueprint for the kind of parent I want to be.
Tom’s family was cold in comparison. Dry and lifeless. Not at all like I want my family to be.
Not anything like the family Samuel, Darren and I used to be. Always laughing and helping each other when help was needed. Always together. Always showing each other how much we cared.
That’s what I want my family to be like.
I know it’s insane, but I can imagine having babies with these men. My babies. Their babies. Our babies.
If I can get my stress levels in order, I remind myself. And then, shocked, I realize I feel more relaxed right now than I have in years. Than I can remember feeling since I left home at 18 years old.
It all clicks in suddenly. That’s the real reason I didn’t visit. It was too hard. I missed too much. I was scared that I wouldn’t have the strength to go back to what I thought real life was supposed to be.
I was scared that if I saw these two, I wouldn’t be able to leave them again. Leaving them was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
I never admitted it to myself. I sort of blocked it out of my memory. I stopped thinking about them. I pretended they didn’t exist or were part of a different life or something. If I didn’t think about them, it wouldn’t hurt.
And it became such a habit that I almost didn’t recognize Sam when he came into the store that day. There was something familiar about him. My heart tugged when I saw him, but I didn’t know why at first. I thought it was just because I thought he was a hot dad with a cute daughter.
But as soon as I saw his name on the order slip, it all came back. Every memory, every feeling. Every ounce of love.
And then to see Darren again. And to find out they’re a couple, without me. And then Sammy got hurt and I was so scared.
And now. Now, when I should be horrified at what I did last night, at throwing away my life. When I should be more stressed than ever before because I have no clue what comes next.
Now I feel full to the brim. Like I could burst with happiness. The stress has been washed away, and the future is open to the opportunity again. Anything can happen, and that’s a good thing.
I keep running my fingers along scars and tattoos, and I feel surrounded by opportunity. For the first time in my life, it’s not terrifying to not know what comes next. It’s exciting.
Samuel stirs beside me, flexing the muscles in his arms under my fingertips.
He mumbles something I can’t understand because his face is melded into the pillow.
“Hmm?” I ask, nearly as eloquent as he is.
He pulls himself out of the pillow and repeats, “I said, I wish we could order room service.”
I laugh silently, trying not to wake Darren. It turns out I don’t have to be quiet though, because he answers, “You’re always hungry. How are you always hungry?”
“I worked up an appetite last night.”
I can feel his grin against my shoulder.
“You hardly moved last night, Miranda did all the work,” as he says it, his hand squeezes my breast and my heart gives a little leap at the thrill.
I stretch my legs carefully and realize I’m sore in all sorts of new places. “Oof,” I groan, “I didn’t know I had some of the muscles that are aching right now.”
“Tell me about it,” Samuel says, and I remember that he was almost killed yesterday. My attention is immediately on him.
“Are you ok?” I ask, concerned.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” He lifts his head a little to grin at Darren and me. “It was worth it.”
Darren extricates himself from the tangle of limbs in the bed. “You both stay put. Doctor’s orders. I’ll be your room service today.”
He leans over, kisses me soundly on the lips and then does the same to Sam. We both watch him as he pulls on a pair of grey sweatpants that make his ass look incredible.
“I love it when he wears sweats,” Sam says. I nod in agreement.
He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close, spooning me. “It’s like you belong here,” he says.
I smile, remembering my conversation yesterday at the hospital with Darren. “I heard some hot gossip about you yesterday,” I tease.
“Oh yeah?”
“Apparently, you had a little crush on me when we were in high school.”
“Did Darren tell you that?” he demands. His tone is mock angry, but I can hear a little edge of embarrassment in there too. He’s still a bit of a shy boy then. I like that.
I give him a squeeze and nod my head.
“Did he tell you that he was head over heels in love with you?”
“What!?” I say, shocked. “No!” The little bugger. I can’t believe he’d throw Sam under the bus without confessing himself.
“After you moved away, we tried to be macho for a while, and pretend that neither of us cared. But it was pretty obvious we were both depressed about it, so we confided in each other eventually.”
“You want to know my secret?” I say, my heart thumping inside my chest.
“Hmm?”
“I loved you both. All through high school, I loved you both. I always felt guilty, like I was betraying you by not being able to pick one or the other, but I couldn’t. I loved you both. I don’t think I ever stopped loving you. I guess I pretended to be macho too, only I didn’t have you guys to confide in when I got tired of pretending. So I found Tom. And I worked. And I drowned out my memories of you.”
As I admit my feelings for the first time, to myself as much as anyone else, the weight of the past 15 years comes crashing down on me. Eve
rything I had denied myself, everything I had missed out on. I feel it now.
I don’t know if I should laugh with the happiness of this moment, or to cry in despair for the wasted time.
“But you’re here now. And you’re not going anywhere again, are you? You’re going to stay this time?” There’s a hint of desperation in his voice, even though he’s trying to hide it.
He doesn’t want me to leave. He wants me to stay.
I still can’t figure out whether to laugh or cry, but my emotions are overflowing, and I start to giggle as I shake my head.
I’m not going to leave again. I’m laughing and I feel tears well in my eyes.
I might not ever get out of this bed. Hysteria takes me over and I laugh until my stomach hurts.
After a few seconds, Sam is laughing with me but has no idea why. Joy is contagious like that.
Darren hears us and comes to investigate.
“What on earth has gotten into you two?” he demands.
I take one look at him in his sweatpants and no shirt, looking like an underwear model or something and burst into gales of laughter.
“You liked me,” I manage to gasp out, which makes Sam burst out into guffaws as well.
Darren realizes that he’s been outed and starts beating Sam with a pillow.
Sam yelps and holds his hands up in surrender.
“She loved us both!” he yells, trying to stop the pillow frenzy. He succeeds in getting the beating redirected at me, and I earn a feathery bop in the head.
Darren stops attacking us and sits down on the bed beside us. Sam and I are gasping for breath, and Darren is shaking his head.
“We’re quite a threesome, aren’t we?” He gazes down at us with the sweetest smile on his face. “All of us in love, all of us too chicken to say anything.”
“But she’s not leaving again,” Sam says, with steel in his voice. “She said she’s not leaving again.” He looks over at me. “Didn’t you? You said you’re going to stay this time, right?”