by Multi-Author
Chapter 8
HAMISH’S LIPS CRASHED into Edith’s and he let all the pent up longing and desire he’d been suppressing the last month —for her, for Finn, for them both—out into their kiss. She clung to him, and he wrapped her up in his one good arm, not knowing how many times he’d have the chance to do so. At that moment he wanted her as he’d never wanted anyone, not even Finn. She was breath and life to him right then, everything he’d ever wanted and thought he’d never have. When he thrust his tongue into her mouth he moaned at the taste of her, one he knew he’d come to crave. How could that be? How could she mean so much to him so quickly?
He broke off the kiss as abruptly as he’d started it and stared down into her eyes, which were heavy-lidded with desire. He thought back to all the days he’d followed her around the hospital, to the way she’d eagerly come to see him, her little touches and shy smiles. The way she’d buttoned his jacket today. Perhaps it wasn’t so quickly. Perhaps it had been growing and leading to this since the first time he’d seen her. He’d denied those feelings until this moment, when she’d opened herself up and let him in.
She gentled her hold on him, caressed his cheek with her hand as she pulled him back to her soft lips, and he changed his kiss to one of exploration and languid desire, afraid he’d frightened her with his rough intensity. When he tenderly cupped her breast in his palm she sucked in an unsteady deep breath and he was lost. Their embrace became one of lovers rather than two desperate, lonely people. It was a brutal reminder to Hamish that they could never be lovers, not when he’d have to leave soon. They’d go their separate ways and he’d become that lonely person again. At least she and Finn would have each other. She broke the kiss with a sob and hugged him tightly, as if she could read his thoughts in his kiss.
“See?” he whispered. “I can be gentle. Let me be gentle, Edith. Let me love you.”
She nodded though he wished she wouldn’t, because he knew it would make it harder to walk away and pretend upon meeting her tomorrow or the next day that he hadn’t held her like this, hadn’t whispered those words against her cheek. But he didn’t care. He’d have this if nothing else.
Her kisses were like opium, drugging him with their sweet intensity while his hand roamed freely, learning her body. He tried to unbutton her dress but couldn’t one handed. And then Finn was there; helping him and it seemed natural and right that he was there with them. Edith ran her hand up Finn’s arm lovingly as he pushed her undergarments aside so that Hamish could put his mouth on her breast. She gasped at the touch of his lips. Hamish loved the thrill of being with them both more than he thought he would. He used the pull of his mouth and the sting of his teeth to make her gasp again. Slowly he pulled her skirts up until he could cup her between her legs. She wore no drawers tonight. Had she done that on purpose? Perhaps she had. She had only a light bush of hair, and she seemed even more delicate to him. When he gently pressed his finger inside her she came in slow, deep, undulating waves that left him as breathless as her. But he didn’t stop, he couldn’t. When he kneeled on the cold floor and placed his mouth on her she cried out loudly. She wantonly spread her legs and held her skirts up while he licked and sucked her most private, tender places and she let him.
“Hamish,” she whispered in desperation, “I need you. Please.”
He stood immediately and tried to get his jacket off. In frustration he nearly ripped the buttons off, but then Finn was there in front of him, helping him again. Finn removed his jacket and left his shirt undone. He caressed Hamish’s exposed chest, running his palms over the hair there, and it seemed natural to reward Finn with a kiss, the taste of Edith still wet on his lips. Finn wrapped Hamish up in his arms and held him tightly while he kissed him. The earthy taste of Edith’s arousal between them and the damp whiskers against his cheeks made Hamish groan. He felt Finn fumble between them and then his kilt fell to the floor. Edith moaned from the bed and Finn broke the kiss, turning to look at her over his shoulder. Hamish could see what Finn saw. Edith had shimmied out of her dress and petticoats and lay there naked, shivering, a flush of arousal on her cheeks and chest as she watched them. He tried to take it all in, the beauty of her, but her bright pink nipples were peaked and he needed to taste them. Finn had the same idea. Hamish straddled her hips again while Finn lay beside her and they both leaned down and feasted on her pale, chilled flesh until she warmed beneath their hands.
Hamish adjusted their position, sliding between her legs. He lifted her leg to his hip and wasted no time pressing inside her, taking her as he’d longed to do for so many nights. She felt soft and wet and tight, and he gloried in the feeling of being inside a woman again. He’d missed it, but this was so much more than it had ever been before. Just as the thought went through his head, Finn straddled Edith’s legs behind him and pressed his naked chest to Hamish’s back while he kissed the nape of his neck. The experience became richer, more meaningful, more sinful and Hamish nearly forgot to breathe. As he slid out of Edith he met the hot, hard length of Finn against his backside and he groaned, then thrust hard and fast into her again. Her nails scored his back and Finn laughed behind him, a rough, heavy sound that made shivers chase up and down Hamish’s spine.
“It’s so good,” Edith whispered brokenly, voicing Hamish’s thoughts.
“It is,” Finn said softly, gripping Hamish’s hip as he pulled him back against his cock again. Finn was humping his behind while he fucked Edith. Hamish was in heaven.
Hamish grabbed one of Edith’s hands in his and stretched them both out over her head. Edith’s hips strained upward. The coupling became more desperate then, more sensual and instinctual. With each thrust inside her she gasped and Hamish groaned, and then he’d pull out only to meet Finn’s cock and Finn would give a shuddering breath and then it would start over again as he slammed back into Edith. Their breathing was heavy and harsh in the quiet of the dark night. Hamish heard his advance and retreat, the slap of flesh on flesh, and it drove him mad with need.
“More,” Edith told him breathlessly. She brushed his shirt out of the way and bit his neck where it met his shoulder and his hold on her tightened as he increased his pace and his strokes became rough and hard.
It was just what she needed. “Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Yes. Yes.” Each word was forced out of her by his thrusts.
“Edith,” he said. He pressed his mouth to her cheek in a messy kiss and then stayed there, his breath fanning the hair at her temple. “Edith,” he groaned. He thrust deep and ground against her and Edith came with a shuddering cry, her hot sheath gripping him tightly. He shook in her arms and his hips jerked, holding him deep inside her as he came, too. Behind him he heard Finn groan and then a splash of warmth on his backside made him shiver and jerk with another jolt of pleasure.
Chapter 9
“WE SHOULD HAVE asked.”
Finn’s soft words broke the warm, intimate silence between them. They were lying on Finn’s small bed, Edith sprawled on top of Hamish, her head pillowed on the shoulder of his good arm, Finn pressed against them on the right. Finn was leaning on his elbow, stroking his fingers down Edith’s bare back, making her shiver. Hamish liked it, liked the feel of her on top of him, the heat of Finn next to them. He closed his eyes and memorized how it felt, so he could the pull the memory out later, when he was back at the front. Years ago his older brother had told him that his parents had this, a threesome with their friend Davie Farrell, who had lived with them since before Rowan was born. Hamish hadn’t understood. He thought he’d finally figured it out when he was with Finn. But that paled in comparison to this. To the three of them together. Now he truly knew what his parents had had.
“Asked what?” Edith said sleepily. She kissed Hamish’s shoulder and snuggled into him, straddling his waist. He could feel the cool damp of her sex against his stomach and it stirred him.
“If you were all right with Hamish and I being intimate when we were with you.”
Edith burst out laughing, her
whole body quivering against him and Hamish smiled. “Do you think you needed to ask, Hamish?” she said coyly, running her hand over his chest as if she liked the way the hair there felt. Like Finn had done.
“No,” he said simply. He’d known her in those moments before he first kissed her. Had looked into her eyes and seen what she wanted and who she was. He’d always been able to read people better than Finn. That’s why his amorous advances all those years ago had surprised Finn as much as Finn’s response to them. Hamish had known. Finn hadn’t.
“I just never want you to feel like we rushed you, Edith,” Finn said solemnly.
“Finn, darling,” she said, reaching out to stroke his cheek. She tugged on his beard and he made a face. “I’m the one who dragged Hamish here and tried in my own fumbling way to seduce you both. Together. I knew what you were and what you wanted. I wanted it too. I thought I made that clear.”
“You did,” Hamish said. He patted Edith’s bottom just because he could and she wiggled against him. So he did again.
Finn kissed her palm and lightly bit the end of her finger. “Good,” he said. “Years from now when we’re all sitting around the fire and you’re nagging us about something, I want you to remember that.”
“Oh,” Edith said with studied nonchalance, though Hamish could feel the sudden tension in her, “do you think we’ll be together years from now?”
Hamish was tense as well. He’d wanted to avoid this part. The talking part.
“Of course,” Finn said. “After all, we’ll be married. If you divorce me it will cause a terrible scandal. My mum wouldn’t be surprised, of course, but still, you don’t want to embarrass her, do you?”
“Your mum was taking bets on whether it would the whiskey or the women that did you in last time I saw her,” Hamish teased him. “She’s beyond embarrassment.”
Edith laughed as Hamish hoped she would. “Was she? Well, apparently it was the women. And the men.” She pinched Hamish on the side.
“Ow,” he said, kissing her temple.
“And what shall we do with Hamish?” Edith asked curiously. “Is he to be Mr. Harper? Captain Harper? Or shall I be Mrs. Harper-Fletcher? Fletcher-Harper?”
“I’m rather fond of my Fletcher,” Hamish said dryly. He sighed. “You can’t have us both, Edith.”
“Not in the same way,” she said. “It simply isn’t done, a woman marrying two men. But there’s no law about loving two men, is there?”
“Perhaps not,” Hamish told her. “But I won’t let you.” She was suddenly stiff in his arms.
“Let me go,” she demanded in a harsh whisper. Hamish did as she asked, and she sat up, still straddling him. She sat there staring at him mutely, and he could almost see her mind whirling with hurt and confusion.
“I can’t stay, Edith,” he told her somberly. “We both know that. I have to go back in a few weeks. Don’t ask for things that can’t be. It will be the Christmas season soon and we’ll have that together. Don’t ruin it with regrets. I just want a chance to be with you.”
“With me?” she whispered. “Or with Finn?”
Ah, there was the rub, for her at least. “With both of you,” he told her honestly. “The truth is he’s in love with you. And even if he wanted things to be the way they were between us many years ago, he wouldn’t dream of hurting you. And damn it, I can’t think of him now without you here with us. You’ve taken a hold of me. Both of you.”
“I want things to be the way they were between us,” Finn said fervently. He grabbed a fistful of Hamish’s hair and tugged, forcing Hamish to meet his gaze. “With Edith, now that I know she wants the same thing.”
He shook his head. “I have to go,” he said, not meeting Finn’s eyes. Neither Finn nor Edith moved to let him go. “I don’t know what to say to you,” he said desperately. “I don’t know what you want from me.”
“Yes, you do,” Finn told him. “And when you want it too, we’ll be waiting.”
“Christ, is that what you got out of all that? Of course I want it too. Right now. But I have to go back. There’s no changing that.” Hamish shook his head trying to loosen Finn’s hold, but he couldn’t. Edith leaned down and bit him on the chest and he went still. She let him go and licked the spot that stung. It was a good sting, one he wanted more of. She looked up at him from under her lashes like the cat that got the cream as she wiggled against his burgeoning cock, wanton and hungry.
“What Finn said is still true,” she told him softly. She stacked her fists on his chest and rested her chin on them. “We’ll be waiting, no matter when you come back, no matter how long it takes.”
“Why?” he asked, not understanding at all.
“There’s just something about you,” Edith said. Then she stopped and pondered for a moment. “No, about us. The three of us together. It makes me feel alive. I love Finn.” Finn leaned over and kissed her shoulder at the admission and she gave him a special smile. Then she turned her smile on Hamish and his heart did a funny little jig in his chest. “I’m pretty sure what I feel for you could be love, too. I want to find out. Don’t you? I don’t want to just throw this away. This is special, isn’t it?”
He nodded, not sure he could find the words. Finn cupped Edith’s cheek and leaned it to kiss her. It was wonderful to watch, to see how much they loved each other. It was also interesting to see that they kissed one another differently than they kissed him. Was that it? Did they each bring different things to this, fulfill different needs in each other? Edith was sweet and soft and wanton, a delirious pleasure to sink into and love. Finn was hard, impatient, rough. Hamish craved that, too. Neither could be both. Together they gave him what he wanted, needed.
“What do you want about me?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” Edith asked, a little breathless from Finn’s kiss.
“I mean I love how soft and sweet you are, Edith. Love your breasts and your hot cunny. But I also love how rough Finn can be. He gets rougher the more impatient he gets. And his cock is a thing of beauty. You see?”
“You like different things about us,” Finn said as if it were a revelation. “Well, I also love how sweet and soft and wild my Edith can be.” He bit her shoulder and she shivered. “But I love how big and hard and rough you are, Hamish. The hair on your chest and your heavy balls and firm ass, not to mention that cock. I’m dying to suck it.”
Edith laughed. “Me, too.” Her confession had Hamish groaning and grinding his hard cock up into her behind. “I love how rough you both are, but in different ways. Finn is rough because he likes to grab and bite and toss you about.” She shivered again as if just the thought made her hot. “And Hamish you’re rough because of how big you are, the hair on your chest as Finn said, the size of your cock, and yes, those testicles.” She laughed again. “I feel as if I’m describing you at auction. But honestly, I love that. I didn’t think I’d like it, you know, a big rough man. Until Finn proved me wrong. He made me see you in a different light right away. Finn is impatient, where you have the patience of a saint. Finn is volatile and explosive when he’s in a temper, but you, I never know what you’re thinking at all.” She rubbed her cheek on his chest. “I want to know all about you, though. Let me love you, Hamish.” She threw his words back at him.
Without waiting for an answer she slid down to straddle his legs, putting her mouth right over his cock. He sucked in a breath right before she took the tip of his cock inside her mouth and sucked softly on it. If he hadn’t, he might have shouted out loud at how good it felt. She kept going until she had half of his length in her mouth and she just kept on sucking on him, her tongue making wild patterns on his sensitive skin and he had to grip the bed covers to keep from grabbing her head and shoving in all the way down her throat.
Finn laughed and then he was there, too, licking Hamish’s cock and burying his nose in the nest of red hair surrounding it.
Edith pulled off and kissed Finn right there, Hamish’s cock bouncing off her cheek. Then Finn turne
d his head and it was his turn to suck on Hamish.
“Christ,” Hamish cried out in a strangled voice as Edith cupped his stones and rubbed them together and Finn took him all the way to the back of his throat. Edith’s finger slid down and tapped his back hole and he couldn’t stop his hips from jerking up off the bed.
“I know how men make love,” she said wickedly. “I want to watch.”
Finn slowly pulled his mouth off Hamish’s cock. “Yes,” he whispered, his hot gaze on Hamish. “Me. Fuck me, Hamish.”
“I can only stay until Christmas,” Hamish said breathlessly. “You said that yourself, Finn.”
“Then stay. Take me. Take us. Let us love you, Hamish. And after Christmas, when you leave, you’ll believe us when we say we’ll wait for you.”
Hamish licked his lips, wanting to believe it now more than anything he’d ever wanted. “Christmas,” he whispered.
“Forever,” Finn whispered back.
Hamish nodded, because he knew that if he let them love him like this for even one day, he’d want forever, too.
“Merry Christmas,” Edith whispered against his cheek before softly kissing it.
It was going to be a Merry Christmas, indeed.
THE END
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