A gasp from Mac brought Damon back to the here and now. Her expression was a mixture of sadness and horror. He could see she was struggling to keep it neutral but losing that battle.
Damon shot to his feet in surprise when Mac unexpectedly flew off the couch and fell to her knees at Trevor’s, wrapping her arms around him as best as she could and resting her head in his lap.
Tears slipped from her eyes which were squeezed shut.
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. You’re better, right? Please tell me you’re better.”
Trevor combed his fingers through her loose red hair as his gray eyes met Damon’s. “I’m much better now. My soul is now calm and content. I hope you and Day can help keep me grounded and whole.”
“I’m here for you. Whatever you need,” she whispered. “We’re here for you.” Her blue eyes opened, shiny with tears as she glanced in Damon’s direction. “Right, Damon? We’re here for him. No matter what he needs.”
Damon wanted to agree, to say yes, but he couldn’t. “Mac, I wasn’t enough for him. I couldn’t give him what he needed, that’s why he left. He told you that.”
“But that’s when he was... hurting. Inside. He’s not hurting any longer.”
“I think you’re trying to simplify something that’s much more complex. It was hard to wrap my head around why he needed what he did. I’m sure it’s the same for you.”
Damon finally allowed himself to move, to approach the two of them. Trevor still sitting in the chair, clearly trying to keep his shit together, and Mac at his feet, not bothering to hide how Trevor’s story affected her.
When he reached the chair, he leaned in and brushed a kiss over Trevor’s lips before squatting down next to Mac, grasping her chin and, after swiping away a couple tears, kissing her, too.
The kisses were quick and light because he didn’t want it turning into anything sexual like it had this morning between him and Trevor.
He needed to confess what happened to Mac first. Plus, even though she was at Trevor’s feet and seemed to be accepting of his past, he wanted to be sure.
“What he told you... Does that change anything?”
Mac blinked at him. “What do you mean?”
“Does it change our situation? Or our potential situation? Do you want to move forward with the three of us together?”
“Yes, of course. I could figure out bits and pieces. I saw the scars and the tattoos. He only filled in the blanks. I don’t see him any differently. We all have our paths to travel, only his was just more than most could bear.”
Damon grabbed a strand of her hair and wrapped it around his finger before letting it unravel. “Now I have something to tell you.”
Mac closed her eyes and said, “Please don’t tell me you’ve been abused, too.”
“No.”
Her eyes opened and met his. “Then what?”
“You know I value honesty...”
“What, Damon? Just tell me.”
“After we left your bed early this morning, we came back here to talk.”
Her eyes, still red from crying, narrowed. “Are you changing your mind?”
“No. But we wanted to give you the chance to change yours.”
“Trevor’s past doesn’t bother me. I just said that.”
“This isn’t something in the past. It happened this morning.”
“The two of you were together this morning.”
“Yes.”
She lifted her head from Trevor’s lap and shrugged. “And you expect me to be upset about it?”
“I wasn’t sure, but I wanted everything to be out in the open. I... we... needed this. I also was concerned with his scarring and I...”
Trevor’s words had her looking up at him. “His worry became my worry and we didn’t want to worry you, either. So, we decided to try.”
While emotions had run a little rampant, Damon could have stopped things before they went too far. In the end, he didn’t want to stop and neither did Trevor. Plus, they both thought it best that when they tried to have sex, Mac wasn’t there in case of any unseen issues. And while there were some issues, they were minor.
“And?”
“And besides the pain of pinching and the loss of some elasticity, we made it through.” Trevor grinned and winked at Mac.
“You broke your own rule,” she said, turning to Damon.
Damon dipped his head. “I did. I truly wanted to talk with Trevor, nothing more. But a lot of old emotions were pulled to the surface. It was messy and it wouldn’t be fair to you to put you through that. However, we also needed to soothe some wounds and...”
“And sex with just the two of you healed those wounds.”
“There will always be scars.” He glanced at Trevor. “Not just physical ones. But I hope as time goes on, they will fade.”
“The talk went well; the sex went well. And while I’m happy that worked out and things are moving forward for the two of you, that makes me wonder where it leaves me. Will I eventually end up on the outside? The third wheel?”
Damon started when Trevor yelled, “No,” leaned forward and pulled Mac into his lap.
Trevor clutched her face in his hands, surprising the hell out of Damon with what he said next, “No. Please don’t ever think that. That’s not what the result was. We also talked about the three of us and about moving forward.” Trevor sighed, took a breath and continued, “When I saw you and Day at that bar together... My heart broke. I thought I would never get the chance to fix what I destroyed. At that moment, I knew what Day felt when I left without a word. Truth is, that night I was jealous. I hated you. Even though I no longer drink, I sat at that bar and had several. I felt sorry for myself and felt bitterness creeping in. But I have had a lot of therapy over the past year or so. And when I say a lot, I mean like a lot. No joke. And later, when I thought it through, I was happy that Damon had moved on. I didn’t know the circumstances. I didn’t know you two had just met. But when I showed up at Damon’s house that morning and saw you, I no longer held any sort of resentment. I was more resigned to the fact that I was too late. Then Damon kissed me... After that, I went and talked to you. And then.... then, last night with the three of us...”
“And now I’m here,” Mac said quietly.
“Nothing has changed when it comes to what the three of us talked about last night,” Damon said, rising to his feet.
“One thing has,” she reminded him.
“Yes. Again, I’m sorry for that. We’ve agreed that we’ll let you decide from here.”
Mac squinted her eyes up at Damon. “Decide?”
“I said I only wanted the three of us to have sex together. You mentioned you were okay with pairing up at other times. I will leave that decision to you. You set the rule. Whatever you are comfortable with.”
“You’d be okay if Trevor and I had sex when you’re away for work?”
“I would have to be.”
“Damon,” Mac whispered. “If that’s going to eat at you, then I’m not sure I want that.”
As Mac sat in Trevor’s lap, Damon tried to picture them having sex without him, while he was hundreds of miles away, and it turned his stomach. He had missed out on years with Trevor. He didn’t want to miss any more.
But he also didn’t want to screw things up with Mac.
“I have an idea,” Mac said. “Paige said when it comes to their relationship, they have no restrictions on who’s with who. They’re pretty loose about it. While that works for them, it might not work in every polyamory situation. I wanted it at first, but, in truth, maybe it isn’t for us. We’re invited over for dinner at Gia’s brother’s house. I’ve known Gryff since I was in college. He’s also in a polyamory relationship and she arranged it so we could all go and discuss it with them, even ask questions. Let’s see how they do it. We can stick to your rule, Damon, for the next few days. Then after Friday night, decide how we proceed. Sound good?”
Trevor nodded
and glanced toward Damon. “I think that’s a good idea.”
“I shouldn’t have a problem making it to dinner on Friday. However, I have an early flight scheduled, I just might be a little wiped out.”
“We don’t have to stay long. We can have dinner and get the feel for their threesome. I’d say we could go over to Grae’s, too, or invite them over, but I think with the twins, things are a little hectic right now. So, it’s settled. Friday night we’ll have dinner with the Wards and in the meantime we’ll stick to making sure the three of us are at least in the same room when we’re having sex,” Mac announced, wrapping her arms around Trevor’s neck as she spoke. “But, also in the meantime, how are you going to make up for what you two did to me?”
“What were you thinking?” Trevor asked her, his lips curling into a smile.
“Well,” she breathed, “since I missed the earlier show, how about a repeat performance?”
“But with you involved?” Damon asked as he came around the back of the chair to stand behind Trevor. He was all for that suggestion. There was nothing he wanted more right now than to make the two people in that chair his.
Mac flicked her bright blue eyes from Trevor up to Damon. She lifted one shoulder. He wanted to sink his teeth into it. Taste more of her freckles. Kiss that pouty mouth of hers.
“Mmm. I’m sure I’ll want to join in, but, if you don’t mind, I’d like to watch first.”
Damon certainly didn’t mind. He wasn’t worried about performance anxiety but was Trev up for a repeat performance of earlier? He stilled worried about causing Trevor discomfort when they had sex.
Trevor had always loved it rough, even before things got twisted. And when they fucked this morning, Damon had held back, unsure how rough to get with him. The fear of triggering something within Trevor had been strong. Still was.
However, Trevor’s words had reassured him. “I loved our rough sex, Day. I did. I don’t want that to stop. But when we have it, it won’t be for the same reason. It’ll be because we enjoy it, not because it’s necessary. I want you to be yourself without worry. The things you need, I still enjoy.”
Trevor knew he could tell Damon if the sex was becoming too rough and he was getting too close to that dark edge. That was another matter they discussed this morning. Trevor promised to be completely open and honest with Damon. He’d also promised to bring up this unusual relationship to his therapist, to make sure a threesome wouldn’t cause more harm than good.
Damon reached out to trace his fingers over Mac’s bottom lip, the one she liked to worry on so much. She smiled under his touch and the tip of her tongue darted out, brushing along his fingers before he pulled away. He grazed the back of his fingers against the short whiskers along both of Trevor’s cheeks as Mac watched, her eyes getting a little darker with anticipation.
Damon’s cock thickened in his jeans as he slid his fingers into Trevor’s hair, which was just long enough for him to get a good grip. Which he did. He curled his fingers, tightening his hold, and slowly drew Trev’s head back until he was looking up at Damon. Trev’s mouth was parted, his breath coming quicker, his eyes also getting darker.
“Is he hard?” Damon asked Mac.
After a slight wiggle in Trevor’s lap, she nodded. “Yes,” she breathed, a flush creeping into her cheeks.
He stared down into Trevor’s gray eyes, eyes that could steal Damon’s soul. As much as Trevor handed the power over to Damon, it was Trevor who held it all. It was Trevor who reigned Damon’s heart. The giving up of control was only an illusion. Damon didn’t fool himself by thinking any differently.
And the more the three of them became a unit, a triad, Mac would become more powerful as well. He could easily lose his heart to both of them, which would make him far more vulnerable than ever before.
He hoped it was worth that risk. He hoped he wouldn’t be burned this time. Falling in love with not just one person who could crush him, but rekindling the love with someone who already had.
It was dangerous.
But Damon was willing to take that gamble. He was willing to open his heart once again to Trevor. He was willing to give his soul to the woman currently in Trevor’s arms.
He wanted this to work. Hearing that there were other threesomes out there in loving relationships, successfully creating a life together, was reassuring. And meeting some of them would hopefully help ease any of his fears.
He flexed his fingers against Trevor’s scalp and leaned down to kiss him. Damon brushed his lips over Trevor’s lightly, just enough to tease him. Then he did it again, this time slipping his tongue between the seam of Trevor’s lips, dipping it inside, then quickly pulling it back. When he did it once more, they touched tongues and a groan came deep from within Trevor’s chest, his hips rising from the chair slightly.
Damon decided to push himself today. To see how the two of them being together would affect him, if at all. When they had sex the second time last night, Trevor had fucked Mac, but Damon had been involved. This time he’d try to stay out of it as much as possible.
“Do you want to fuck her?” Damon murmured, only a hairsbreadth away from Trevor’s lips.
“Yes,” he whispered back.
Damon released Trevor’s hair and his head fell forward as if he had no strength left. When he finally lifted it, Trevor wrapped a hand around Mac’s head and pulled her to him, crushing their mouths together. That sight made Damon’s cock flex in his pants, proving it would be difficult to keep his hands off while they fucked each other.
He would do his best, though, because after Trevor fucked Mac, he planned on fucking Trevor and letting Mac watch like she wanted.
Damon watched them kiss for a few seconds more while Trevor cupped Mac’s breasts under her shirt. He could only imagine what Trevor was doing since Mac was whimpering into his mouth and grinding on his lap.
“I’m going upstairs to grab a condom. You both better be naked when I come back down,” he said, hoping that at least one of them heard his demand.
After one last look at them together on the chair, Damon bound up the steps two at a time.
Chapter 18
Trevor laced his fingers into Mac’s long, loose hair and pulled her away, breaking their kiss. “We don’t have much time.”
Was that him that sounded so breathless? Of course it was, between the sexy woman in his lap and the thought of Damon watching the two of them as they fucked, his cock was throbbing with each beat of his heart.
“I’ll apologize in advance in case I don’t last long. I’ll do my best to make you come before I do, but with Damon watching us...”
She nodded. “I think I’ll be right along with you, so don’t worry. My panties are soaked right now.”
Trevor smiled. “Good.” He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and helped her to stand. “Thank you.”
Mac tilted her head and paused in the middle of pulling up her shirt. “For what?”
He swept his hand out. “For this.” He shook his head. “Not this.” He pointed to the chair. “Okay, for this, too. But for being so understanding and open and... just everything. I have to thank you for listening to my whole story earlier and not seeing me any differently. Or even with disgust. And I have to thank you for being the catalyst for Damon and me repairing our relationship.”
“You honestly don’t mind me being a part of it?”
Trevor pushed to his feet and yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the nearby couch. “No. I see what Damon does. Very clearly, in fact.”
Mac bit her bottom lip and nodded. “I see what he saw in you, too.”
“Saw,” Trevor murmured.
Mac grabbed his arm and squeezed. “And what he’s rediscovering. He’s looking past his hurt now. He’s seeing more than that. He’s seeing you again. Who you were before this.” She touched one of the round, puckered scars on his chest. “Who you are now.” She pressed her palm to the sun and moon tattoo over his heart.
They heard a noise com
ing from upstairs.
“He’s purposely being noisy to warn us he’s coming back down. We need to be naked before his feet hit that last step.”
“Or what?” Mac’s question was muffled as she finished yanking her V-necked tee over her head. She tossed it in the same direction as Trevor’s.
“Or what?” was a good question. What would Damon do? Trevor considered not obeying to find out, but only for a split second. That could wait. Things were still fresh and he desperately wanted to make Damon happy, not force his hand.
Trevor kicked off his sneakers without even untying them, unfastened his jeans and shucked them just as quickly, while Mac slipped out of her sandals and dropped her shorts.
Damn, the woman was truly beautiful. Her porcelain skin, the smattering of reddish freckles here and there. She unclipped her bra and tossed it aside until she only stood in her panties. He couldn’t wait to see that flame of hair again that rose from her pussy, which was a brighter red than the hair on her head.
His eyes automatically found the freckle he had claimed on the outer curve of her breast. He’d give it some attention in a few seconds. Her breasts weren’t big or heavy, they were small and pert which matched her willowy body. While she had a small waist, she had enough flare to her hips and a curve to her ass that made him want to grab her, bend her over and watch that ass ripple while he pounded her hard.
But first, he grabbed the waist of her panties and pushed them down. Once they were past her thighs, they dropped to her feet. He could see the cotton crotch area was darker than the rest. She wasn’t lying, she was soaked.
“Sit on the chair,” he told her. He needed to bury his face between her thighs. He only hoped Damon would be pleased to find him there. “Sit and spread yourself for me.”
He stroked himself as he watched her do exactly what he said. He usually wasn’t the one giving commands, but having Mac follow his made him a bit heady. After settling in the chair, with spread thighs, she ran a finger through her folds, then opened herself enough so he could see how pink and shiny she was.
He groaned, falling to his knees at her feet, pushing her knees wider, then dug his fingers into her thighs, holding her there. When he sucked on her clit, she cried out and her body bowed away from the back of the upholstered chair. It had been a very long time since he’d gone down on a woman, so her response encouraged him to continue with even more enthusiasm. He flicked the firm nub with the tip of his tongue, then circled it before sucking one of her folds into his mouth, tasting it, then switching to do the same with the other.
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