After spending Christmas with the Colthurst clan, we headed home.
What a week!
Today was busier than the previous days. It’s been freaking insane since Gabe’s brothers and sisters arrived with their large families. When Matt mentioned he had a big family, I under estimated the number of members. We cooked breakfast, lunch, and Christmas dinner for about a thousand people. Well, they’re less than that, but it was so much. Opening presents, keeping the children entertained, watching them as they used the indoor pools . . . Chris jokingly suggested that maybe the holidays should be permanently moved from Albany to Seattle. After all, they had the pond right in the premises and the kids could skate as many times as they wanted to during the trip.
I’m about to fall asleep from exhaustion. Matt scoops me from the floor as the elevator opens the doors on our floor.
“I can walk, Mattie.” I link my hands behind his neck.
“I know, but I want to pamper you. Plus it’s time to open our Christmas presents.”
“There’s more?”
Earlier we exchanged presents with his parents, AJ, Mason, Jacob and Pria. Each one of them gifted me something. Chris and Gabe gifted me a kit of essential oils, a kit of semi-precious rocks to create jewelry, and a pair of earrings that matched the ones they gave AJ and Pria. “For their girls,” they said. AJ and Mason gifted me a kit to make candles. Pria and Jacob gifted me a kit to make soaps. Candles and soaps are something I’ve wanted to dip my toes into but haven’t done yet. The fact that AJ and Pria remembered, meant a lot to me. Arthur Bradley gifted me a pair of butterfly earrings.
“Of course there’s more,” Matt murmurs in my ear. “We couldn’t end the day without giving you a special present.”
“An all-nighter?” I give him a peck.
“That’s a bonus.” Matt wiggles his eyebrows. “There better be some kind of compensation.”
He knocks on the door, and when it opens, the entire house is filled with candles. There’s a new grand piano in the middle of the living room. That explains why Tristan, Chris, and Matt disappeared for a couple hours today.
“But you’re a drummer,” I whisper in his ear, as I’m trying to hold back the tears.
“Yeah. Still you love when I play the piano, Butterfly, and I can do that right before we head to our room to end our night,” he murmurs back.
Matt places me on the couch, taking a seat beside me. Tristan stands near the Christmas tree holding a small box.
“We give you this as a symbol of our love, a representation of the three of us,” Tristan says, sitting down beside me and handing it to me. “You gave us the idea, but we added to the design.”
I rip apart the wrapping, snap open the red box, and find a silver pendant in the form of a triquetra. Two tiny keys joined by a circle where the triquetra symbol is. The symbol has a butterfly in the middle, and her wings are adorned with small diamonds.
“You are the key to our hearts,” Matt explains, then pulls out the triquetra pendant I made him when we started dating. “The butterfly . . . that’s you. The diamonds represent the light you bring to our lives.”
I look at the pendant, then my bracelet that reads, believe, dream, love, and the infinity sign. My heart flutters, and my chest swells with this big love I have for them. A love made possible by letting myself believe, dream, and of course love. Living fearlessly brought me here—to them. I still can’t comprehend how I found them, fell in love, and handed them my heart as if they’re the rightful owners.
“I . . . I love you,” I finally speak, trailing my fingers over Matt’s cheek and placing a peck on it. “Both.” I turn to find Coop. He places his mouth on my neck, his hand reaches my waist, and he pulls me to him.
“I love you, babe. Never doubt it.” Coop kisses my throat. His mouth slides to my cleavage and he sucks on my nipples.
Matt takes the box out of my hand, and in a matter of seconds he places the pendant around my neck. He grasps the zipper of my dress and as he pulls it down, his tongue traces the line of skin that starts to show.
“How do you want us tonight, Thea?” Matt’s voice is muffled by my skin. “Do you want to be in the middle?”
“Yes,” I say with a breathy voice I can’t recognize. Being touched by both men takes away all my coherence.
“Lean back,” Matt orders, peeling down the rest of the dress until it reaches the floor.
I never fail to notice that he takes command of everything, even our lovemaking. His hands caress my skin as they climb up my leg. Coop copies his movement and when his hands reach my knees they part my thighs. A soft moan escapes me, as their hands meet in the middle. Matt’s mouth takes my right breast as Coop takes the left. Matt’s calloused hand caresses my bud in small gentle circles while Coop’s fingers thrust inside me.
“Don’t come yet, Butterfly,” Matt instructs. “This is about resistance. We’re going to be here all night. The prelude to present number three.” His mouth runs up my neck and to my earlobe. “We’re heading to a tropical private island to celebrate the New Year. Merry Christmas.”
His mouth slides across my body and meets Coop’s. Their mouths crash, moving fast, as fast as their fingers do inside me and around my swollen flesh. Watching them quickens my breathing, my heart pounding faster making my chest heave. I can’t hold out any longer. They take me to my peak and I explode the moment one of them thrusts their finger inside my second hole.
I have my doubts I’d survive the night, but what a way to go.
“This is so amazing.” Thea rushes through the main room of the house where we’ll be staying for the next week. “Maybe Seattle was a bad choice; I should be living in the Caribbean.” As she jumps onto the bed, she directs her sweet eyes to Matt. “Can we do that? Move here forever?”
“You said this was a private island,” I protest, changing the subject, because this beautiful minx can snap her fingers and he’ll do whatever she says—and I’ll follow.
“It’s private; there’s one more house, but in a fifty-acre property,” Matt says, giving me a glare. “There’s no fucking way they’ll know we’re a couple, Coop.”
I growl and as I’m about to yell at him, Thea grins, sliding her hand down into his pants, unfastening them, and tugging his dick free. Commando. I lick my lips; my dick throbs as Thea flicks her tongue over his shaft. “Maybe today I can be the one calling the shots.”
The woman calls the shots. But I don’t tell her that she has us eating from her hand, wrapped around her pinky, and that both of us are willing to do whatever she desires.
“We’re all yours, Butterfly—for now,” he grunts as Thea kisses the tip of his cock. “The rest of the vacation we’re going to torture you, baby.”
He doesn’t have to tell her twice. She takes his cock in both hands, and begins to stroke him slowly. As I watch her, I’m having a hard time breathing. I want to touch him too. Lick him. My cock pulses against my shorts, begging for her touch, for his mouth, for release. Thea’s hands fasten her speed. Matt grunts, squeezing his eyes, grabbing onto the sheets.
“Fuck, Butterfly, I’m about to come. Stop,” he pleads.
My head is about to burst along with my cock as I watch her assault, her mouth sucking his balls. I reach inside my shorts and grab my hardening dick. Jerking it the same way she does with Matt.
Thea strokes him faster, putting her mouth on the tip of his head. “I want you to come,” she whispers.
Her voice vibrates through my body, my veins pumping blood mixed with desire. Matt groans as spurts of cum spray from his hard shaft, weakening my legs and taking all my restraint not to come in my pants.
“That was hot,” Thea says, pointing at me, a grin forming on her face. “I want to watch you doing the same to him, Matt. Maybe I’ll touch myself like he did.”
“We’re creating a kinky monster,” Matt says to me with a devious glint in his eye. He pulls her closer to him, kissing her mouth as his fingers touch her sex. “A sweet, kinky butter
fly.”
Our dream vacation on a private island had to come to an end. The terrifying trip that came later wasn’t as bad as when we landed in Santa Barbara. Neither one has asked more about my past. But I’ve decided that soon I’ll be telling them who I am. There’s no way they’ll care, and I know it’s only the fear itself that holds me back. It’s been years; no one cares about me anymore. As I said to my shrink, it’s all in my head. My father no longer controls me.
The drive from the airport is about an hour, and when the large wooden doors open, I whistle. We’re in front of a gorgeous Italian villa, sprawled along the shoreline of Malibu. Natural stonewalls, tiled roof, and a beautiful bed of flowers on the perimeter of the property. The circular driveway is flanked by palms. As we enter the inside of the house, archways, exposed stone, and terracotta color palette surround me. The luxurious furniture needs a homey touch.
“This is stunning.” I’ve never been in love with a house, but this one is part of some European fairy tale, where I want to live my happily ever after.
Matt’s arm snakes around my waist, holding me tighter. Tristan stayed in the car giving instructions to the driver and meeting with the man who opened the door.
“Scott said that the luggage arrived yesterday,” Tristan says, entering the pristine white living room. “He placed them in the guest rooms, but we can put them all in the master bedroom later.”
“Is Scott your pool boy, Coop?” Matt teases him and my poor Coop flares at him. He’s like an adorable fire-breathing dragon.
“He’s my assistant, the guy who keeps everything working while I’m in Seattle, and he doesn’t know, Matthew.” Coop takes my hand pulling me out of Matt’s grasp and into his secure hold. “Do you like the house?”
“It’s dreamy,” I say against his neck while my hands skim under his shirt and start touching his rock-hard abs. “Can we use the pool?”
“Of course. This is your home, but you’ll have to do that with Matt. I have to work.” He sucks on my shoulder. “Feel free to do whatever you want, baby. I promise to be by the pool with you later today, maybe all night.”
“What's going on, Mattie?” Thea leans closer to me and kisses my bare shoulder. “Do you need more sunscreen?”
Lounging around the pool while working is a great change of pace. There’s not one idiot suit popping into my office to claim I made some stupid mistake. My team and I are working perfectly through emails, and I have company. Thea is changing me in so many ways. I don't stay up as late to work, I wake up early . . . I have her in my bed every night. Well, we have Coop with us, too. They make me happy. I shut down my laptop, and pull her onto my lap.
“I’m working,” she snarls, hugging my neck. “Love Seattle, but the chilly winter over there is making me think that we should visit California more often.”
“This is your house, Butterfly.” Coop looks up from his computer. “We can live wherever you want.”
Her head drops on top of my chest and I hear a small whimper. “No, I can’t. Not here. That’s why I live in Seattle. Plus I have my patients there; don’t forget that, too.”
There are nights I’m tempted to google her image and see what I can find. Perhaps ask Mason to run a background check on her. But this relationship is about trust and handling what we’re ready to handle or to listen to.
“Who are you hiding from?” Coop is the one who dares to ask. “The police?”
“Nope. My parents,” she clarifies. “It’s complicated to explain exactly what’s going on, but soon I’ll do it. I just need to survive my time in California without worrying.” She snuggles her body closer to mine. “Let’s not think about that.”
I check the time and unfortunately I have to leave. As much as I’m trying to enjoy my girl, I have an interview I can’t avoid. “We’ll talk later, Butterfly, I have to go.”
“You’re going to L.A.?” Coop rises from his seat, taking her from my arms, and kissing her. “Me too. Let’s take one car. Will you be okay, Thea?”
“You shouldn’t worry about me. I have a lot of work.” She leans back pointing at the mess on her side of the table. “My jewelry orders have doubled. My website traffic is increasing. Not sure what I’m doing right, but this is good.”
Mason increased her online presence. He fidgeted with her site. A few convenient and minor adjustments that he didn’t explain, but worked like a charm.
“If you want to share a ride, you better hurry, Coop.” I take Thea back. “Want to share a shower with us?”
“Nah, I’m enjoying the sun, so you two have fun in the shower.” She grins and heads back to whatever it is she does with all those laces, small pieces of metal, and hooks.
We walk to the house, and he slides the glass door that opens to his bedroom. As we reach the bathroom, his dark eyes stare at me with a wicked gaze that makes my dick thicken. I match his grin, and take him in my arms while planting a hard, fast kiss on him. His tongue is wet, hard, just like his throbbing dick. My hands roam up and down his naked back, then lower his swim suit releasing his shaft.
“The shower,” he says against my lips. “You have a meeting, and I have an interview to get to.”
I yank him into the next room, starting the shower and searching for the usual stuff. Condoms, lubricant, and . . . the man has a few toys in a well-organized drawer. Spending almost two weeks in his house was a great idea to catch up with work while enjoying each other, but once again, we’re hiding. At least in Seattle he pretends to be close to us. Here he has introduced us as his friends.
“This is fun, Coop, but your time is almost up.” I pin him against the shower wall. Our eyes connect. “We are only keeping it under wraps for a few months, Tristan. I don’t want us to be your dirty little secret anymore. I won’t allow it, nor will I be the guy behind the scenes while you have a beautiful girlfriend—who happens to be mine, too.”
He tosses his head to the mosaics, and his eyes drift close as he growls, “I’m fucking working on it, babe. Give me time. I wouldn’t do that to either one of you. I love you, Matt,” he whispers, dropping to his knees.
I moan as he takes me into his mouth; I grip his hair to support my trembling knees. His dark gaze connects with mine. It grows heavy as his mouth swallows me whole. My head jerks back as he grasps my ass tight. Fuck, I’m going to come. I look down as my dick disappears inside his mouth.
In. And. Out.
I’m nearly falling over the edge. No one has ever sucked me with such force and tenderness. His hands run up and down my back, lovingly caressing my spine. My balls tighten needing release. Coop’s mouth slows down, his tongue swirling around my cock. He kisses the head and then sucks my balls.
I feel my balls tighten up, right before my release spills into his waiting mouth. “Fuck, Tristan, yes.” Coop swallows me and lifts his gaze, his eyes full of lust and desire. As he releases me, the begging in his voice almost makes me come all over again. “I need you to fuck me, baby, like I need my next breath. Please, Matt.”
I take a condom and squeeze lube into my hand. I reach for his ass and spread his cheeks to open his entrance.
“Fuck yes, just do it. Fuck me, Matt.” My cock twitches at his words.
I spend some time inserting my fingers inside his ass, preparing him. I roll on the condom and push inside him slowly, making sure I don’t hurt him, as if this was his first time. “So fucking tight,” I grunt as his ass squeezes my dick tight, shooting a wave of mindless pleasure through my body. Shit. Even though I have only just come, I’m not going to last. Pushing deeper, I grab his shaft and jerk it as my cock dives in and out of him. Kissing his back, loving him.
“Yes, faster, harder, please. Make me feel good,” he says between groans.
He begins to convulse, jets of semen covering my hand. I tug his dick a few more times as the stream stops. My other hand grasps his hips, and I increase my pace as the sensations build twisting my insides. It only takes a couple more thrusts before I explode. I hold on to him tigh
tly as his ass clenches me dry.
“I love you,” I finally say as I slip out of him, “but I’ll never forgive you if you fuck up and hurt her.”
He finally straightens up. I crush him against me taking his mouth, pouring out my love for him and hoping he doesn’t fuck us over.
“Hey, Matt. We decided to move Sunday dinner to Santa Barbara so you guys don’t have to travel this weekend or miss it. Call us, Son, we love you.” I repeat my father’s message one more time for Coop to hear it.
“Move it to our place, Matt. Your sister hosts those too whenever they want,” he suggests. “I’d rather have them here.”
“We’ll see.” For a man that doesn’t want to talk, he talks too much when I want silence.
“We get to host Sunday dinner?” Thea enters the room jumping into my arms. “It's like they've given us some kind of endorsement, isn’t it.”
“How much longer are we staying here?” Tristan asks and I want a remote control to mute him. “I have shit going on in Seattle, and I don’t want your brother riding my ass.”
“The only Decker that is allowed to ride your ass is me,” I warn him. “Until Wednesday night. I have that premier. If you have to, you and Thea can fly back with my family. But I liked the idea of bringing her to Cali often.” My attention goes to Thea. “You can talk to Pops, change your off day to Monday. Though we don’t need to stay in your house.” I make it clear that freeloading is not my intention.
“It’s your house too, Matt, and Malibu is closer to L.A. We own a house here and there’s no point staying at your parents’ place.” I grin at what he says—we own. Maybe I’m not giving him enough credit. “Now let's go in, have dinner and sex. With any luck she’ll agree to an all-nighter.” He grins at Thea
“Feeling lucky tonight, Coop?” She gives him a mischievous smile. Yep, we’re going to get lucky.
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