by Zoe Mullins
“You have more to risk than I do.”
“You are worth the risk.” Matt was surprised when Travis’ voice nearly broke. “You were always worth the risk. I wouldn’t fucking be back otherwise.” Travis lowered his head, closing the distance between them, his lips pressing roughly against Matt’s, forcing them to open beneath his own. Travis conquered with that kiss; it was heated and ferocious. He pressed Matt against the counter, grinding their pelvises together as he plundered his mouth. Matt couldn’t keep up and was gasping for breath when Travis broke the kiss.
“I’m going to find our girl,” Travis told him gruffly. “Where do I find her?”
“I’ll come with you.”
Travis shook his head. “You’ve said enough tonight. This is between her and me.”
“But—”
“No buts about this Matthew Thomas.” There had been few occasions when Travis used his middle name. None of them had been good. “You don’t want to press me on this,” he warned again. “If you’re still nattering on when I get back, I’ll give your mouth something better to do.”
“It’s just…” He closed his eyes. “I’m scared she’s not as into this as I thought she was.”
“Bullshit.” Travis shrugged as he grabbed his wallet and keys. “She’s angry and scared. She’s not stupid.”
Matt didn’t share his confidence. “You’ll probably find her at the playground on the corner. Bring Kleenex.”
A moment later the front door slammed for the second time that night.
* * * * *
Matt’s plan to sacrifice was a good one, and it was one Travis had considered. For about ten seconds until he realized he didn’t want half a relationship. He wanted it all.
He was proud of both his lovers. They were strong and sexy and successful and he was so lucky they wanted him in their lives. He wasn’t going to deny that, or ask them to.
Travis waited for the condo elevator, trying to remember the layout of the park on the corner, when he suddenly realized, that’s not where she was. He rode the elevator down two floors to his condo. The front door was unlocked, and he could hear Goldfrapp on the stereo inside.
He leaned his head against the doorframe a moment, thankful she wasn’t running from them, she was just getting some space. He found her in the kitchen, raiding his junk-food cabinet.
“Crying into your potato chips?”
“I would eat real food but you don’t have any fucking real food,” she grumbled. “And you haven’t unpacked any dishes.”
“I don’t live here, remember.” He leaned against the far wall, giving her space. “I live upstairs. I sleep in your bed. Matt makes me breakfast, and I help with dinner. I wash your dishes and you make sure I have a dry towel for my shower.”
She looked up from the bag of kettle chips.
“And when we all fall into bed at night,” he continued. “I’m the one who is spooned against your back.”
“I’m there so he can be with you.”
“Bullshit.”
“He doesn’t want to be my boyfriend. That’s what you are for.”
“That’s not what he wants.” Travis uncrossed his legs and held his arms out to her. He watched as she hesitantly put down the chips and crossed the room. She fell into his arms, her shoulders shaking lightly as she cried. “He’s an idiot but he didn’t mean to hurt you.” He stroked his hands over her shoulders, his chin rubbing on the top of her head. “He knows how hard this is going to be for some people and he wants to spare us that.”
“You’re right; he’s a fucking idiot.” She continued to press against his chest.
“Anyone ever tell you that you have quite the potty mouth when you’re pissed, O’Neill?” He laughed and breathed in the fresh scent of her shampoo. He felt his cock stir. Shit. He was supposed to be soothing her.
“Everyone,” she confirmed as she looked up him. “He questioned my feelings for you, for us.”
Travis quirked a brow at her. “Can’t blame him for that, lover; you’ve been more understanding, accepting and even enthusiastic than we deserved. But you’ve not exactly said what you want.”
“I was trying to get away with showing how I feel.” She moved out of his arms, and he let her go. He knew she had to get there in her own good time. He wasn’t going to push. Much.
“Even us idiots like to hear it once in a while.”
“I was in love with Matt before you showed up.”
She had her back to him, standing by the sink and looking out on the back courtyard. If it had been dark, he would have been able to see her reflection in the window. As it was, he had only her posture and her tone to judge by. Luckily he had become good at reading her over the last couple of months.
“That was easy to see.”
“Everything in my life has led me to believe you fall in love with one person. And Matt is sweet and funny. He is the calm to my storm. The giggles in my grumbles. And I needed that. I love that he gets me to look on the bright side, to chill out and relax when things get crazy.”
Travis didn’t disagree. That was Matt’s role in his life too. He was always able to take him out of himself, on even his worst day. And there had been some pretty bad days growing up.
“And then you come along, and even when you were just staying with us, I felt like I could talk to you about anything. You would listen and you didn’t try to fix, or cajole me into feeling better. You were this impenetrable wall that could take my shit, and you would absorb it and protect me from it.”
“You were attracted to me and it scared you shitless.”
“Yes.” She nodded. “Because I knew what you meant to him, and what you could mean to me.”
Travis couldn’t stay still. He crossed the kitchen, pressing up against her where she stood. She dropped her head back against his shoulder. With one hand he stroked the long line of her neck as she pressed into him; the other hand slid under her T-shirt, pulling it up.
“Do you know what I thought of you?” he asked, wrapping his hand around her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed.
“I thought you were too good to be true. Beautiful, smart, too smart for me. As happy at the pub as out on the trail. I started to think what it would be like to have this strong and sexy woman shatter into a million pieces in my arms. How it would be to have you beneath me in bed, giving yourself to me.”
She whimpered.
He turned her in his arms and pulled off her T-shirt, tossing it onto the counter before he picked her up. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her into his bedroom. He didn’t have much unpacked but he had a bed.
He brought them crashing down onto the mattress, his body over hers for a moment before he was kneeling over her. With her help, he had her naked in record time. His own clothes, he took his time with, even when she begged him to hurry.
“This way,” he said, standing next to the bed and pulling his shirt off slowly. “I get to watch you. I get to see how eager you are to be fucked.”
She growled. “I am eager and you are a tease.”
He laughed, deep and throaty. “One of these days I am going to tie you to the bed and make you wait. I’ll make Matt eat your pussy all afternoon, but not let you come.”
“Promises, promises.” She flipped back her hair. “You’ve both said that before, but neither of you have that sort of patience.”
“That’s a challenge if I ever heard one.” His grin was feral. “And I accept for the both of us. We will do this. Each time we have you on the brink of climax I will pull him off you and make him suck my cock.” He eased down his jeans and underwear as he said it, kicking them aside.
Fiona’s eyes flared as they raked over him. A look like that did great things for his ego and his cock gave a little kick. He knew she was excited about seeing Matt and him together. They’d been pretty conservative around her to this point.
“So you will get to come and I won’t?”
“None of us will come until I g
ive the order.” He joined her on the bed, the thick shaft of his cock heavy against her belly as he held himself over her. “When I finally let Matt feed my cock into your sweet pussy, it will be Christmas and the Fourth of July all in one. I will have to fight from exploding at the tight clasp of your cunt.”
“You know, Mr. Fletcher, you have a potty mouth.”
“Then teach me a lesson.” He taunted her, his eyes dark with passion and challenge.
Her palm slapped tentatively against his cheek. Then she quickly covered her mouth with her hands. She had surprised even herself with that.
“I am so glad you did that, darling.”
She squealed as he neatly flipped her over onto her stomach, one hand grabbing her wrists and trapping them above her head, then delivering three quick slaps to her ass. She screamed.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, cautious. He knew she liked it a little rough but wasn’t sure she had experience with discipline games.
“Oh god, no. That felt,” she sighed, “juicy.”
He laughed at the word. That’s exactly what her pussy felt like when he tested her now, his fingers sliding between her slick, bare folds. Yes, their Fiona liked it a little rough. “You like being topped, don’t you?”
“Topped?” She shimmied her ass against his hand, rubbing her thighs together.
“Having me and Matt tell you what to do, what you need from us.” He drew his free hand down her spine, sliding along the crease of her ass. “You like it when I tell Matt what to do to you.”
“Yes. I love that,” she confessed, burying her face in the blankets, as her ass ground back against his hand. He lifted it and gave her another three sharp blows. “Freak,” she muttered.
He heard her curse under her breath. “What was that, love?” He pushed her legs apart and settled his knees between her thighs. He pressed himself over her back, placing a light kiss on her shoulder. “Tell me what you said.”
“I called myself a freak.”
“Because you liked your spanking?”
“Because I like all of it. I like what you and Matt do to me. I like watching what you do to each other, even when I know you are both holding back from what you really want.”
“We don’t want each other more than we want you.” He ground his hard cock against her ass as proof.
“I want both of you too.” She stretched under him, rubbing her ass back against his groin. “But I want times like this too, when it’s just the two of us.”
She and Matt had their alone time, but this was the first time he’d been alone with her.
“Get up on your knees,” he commanded as he reached over to the cup on the nightstand and grabbed a condom. He couldn’t wait for the day she took him bare inside her, as she did Matt. But he would wait for her to trust him. He rolled the rubber down his shaft.
“Keep your head on your hands.” He ordered as she spread her legs farther apart, giving him greater access. He sat back on his heels, gripping his cock. She was wet, and he anointed his cock in her essence before rubbing the head around her clit, then back up to the tiny rosebud of her ass.
“I’m going to fuck your ass this weekend,” he warned her, and watched the tiny rosebud contract at his words. They had bought a couple of plugs, each bigger than the last and Matt had been diligent to plug her ass each night for a little while. He wished he hadn’t been working. He would have liked to have watched that. “You are ready for my cock aren’t you?”
He slid one hand between her legs and flicked her clit as he rubbed his cock against her crease, the head teasing her rosebud on the upstroke. Soon she was panting and pressing herself into his hand. He quickly changed the angle and plunged into her pussy just as the orgasm washed over her.
He groaned, feeling her clench on him. He knew they were crazy, the three of them, to try this, but he didn’t care. He wanted it all, and right now he wanted to possess the woman beneath him. The woman who accepted their needs even as she fought her own.
He pounded into her, sinking his cock deeper and deeper. He lifted her hips, changed the angle, and his cock nudged her cervix. He felt her flinch, and part of him didn’t care. But part of him did. “Too much?”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” She growled.
He laughed, but it turned into a groan as she clamped down on him again. She bore down on him, the harsh edge of her pubic bone grinding against him. She came again, screaming into the blanket. He came in long, powerful contractions.
His heart was pounding, blood rushing through his body. He was euphoric, convinced that they could make this work. He rolled to the side, taking her with him. His cock was still buried inside her, half hard. He liked the feel, but he also needed to do something about the damn condom. He rolled away only long enough to dispose of it in a Kleenex then he wrapped his arms around her and snuggled her close.
“I love you,” she whispered, pressing a kiss on his wrist where it held her against him. “I love you both.”
“I think I started falling in love with you from Matt’s descriptions of you on the phone. He was always texting me about some funny thing you said or did. I met you and I felt like I knew you. You were everything I wanted and everything I thought I couldn’t have.”
She didn’t reply, just pressed her lips against his arm again.
“But I have you, don’t I? I have you both?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then let’s go convince Matt that we are three, not two-and-one of any combination. Think you can help me do that?”
She turned in his arms, coming face-to-face with him. She looked at him carefully, her hand tracing the lines on his face. He closed his eyes and stayed quiet while she let her hands roam over his face and neck. It was the touch of her fingers to his lips that made him open his eyes.
“We don’t flaunt but we don’t hide, and fuck those who don’t understand,” she said finally.
He grinned, kissing her fingers. “Fuck ’em.”
Chapter Six
Don’t flaunt, but don’t hide. That was so much easier said than done. Travis shook his head as he settled into the patio chair and looked out at the changing color of the trees across the river. The weather was surprisingly warm for the end of September.
It turned out that his coworker David Troy’s wife worked for the same school division as Fiona and David had suggested today that the two of them come over to their place for a drink before the big school barbecue.
He had stalled, saying he wasn’t sure what Fi’s practice schedule was because they still hadn’t discussed what to do about the barbecue. Fi had finally convinced them that it was informal enough that they could go together, keep it friendly and no one would question it.
But the invitation from Troy and his wife was definitely a couples’ function. He said he’d text if they were able to make it.
It was so much easier with their friends who knew them before Fiona. It was a foregone conclusion that the three of them would be invited to any event. Their friend Annie, who had sold him his condo, had even suggested last night when they ran into her at the grocery store that the market was hot if he was looking to get rid of his condo. Not that he had moved in formally with Matt and Fiona, but he hadn’t gotten any further in his unpacking downstairs either.
“This is the grumpiest I’ve seen you in weeks.”
Travis turned to look at Matt, who stood inside the patio door. He held up a Starbucks cup for him. He frowned, but got up and came inside. “I’m not grumpy.”
“Whatever you say,” Matt replied casually, handing Travis the extra hot, half caff, grande vanilla latte he’d picked up for him on the way home. Then he continued putting away the few groceries he had picked up.
Travis leaned a hip against the end of the kitchen counter and watched Matt. He wore a long-sleeved striped dress shirt, open over a navy T-shirt and dark-blue jeans. The shirt was fitted and showed the new bulk across his shoulders from the extra time they’d spent at the gym thi
s summer.
He put down the latte. “Come here,” he said to Matt. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you a better welcome home.”
Matt frowned at him for an instant as he put a carton of milk in the fridge, then a smile tugged the corner of his lips and he crossed the kitchen. “I’m sorry too,” Matt apologized, wrapping his arms around Travis’ waist. “I didn’t mean to get you on the defensive as soon as I walked in.”
Travis wrapped his arms around Matt’s back, and shook his head. “It’s fine. I’ve just been in a mood today.” He gave in to the craving to kiss Matt’s pouty lips, reveling in the way his friend responded to him. His lips opening beneath his tender onslaught, their tongues parrying with each other. Matt tasted like the pumpkin spice lattes he favored in the fall, and it made Travis smile when they finally came up for air.
Matt’s hands slid lower on Travis’ ass and he rubbed his hips against him. “Maybe I can make your day better.”
“You have an idea how to do that.” His cock was already getting hard.
“You’ve been home one hundred and ten days and I’ve yet to taste your cock.”
“I can’t believe you’re still counting.” He shook his head.
“I can’t believe it’s been more than three weeks since the three of us came together but we still haven’t taken any time to ourselves.”
“We usually have our hands full with the most perfect tits either of us have ever seen.”
“Right now, I’d rather have my hands full of your cock.”
“Then what’s stopping you?” Travis narrowed his eyes in challenge.
Matt gave a predatory grin and then caught Travis’ lower lip in a quick love bite. Travis groaned as Matt trailed bites across his jaw and neck, then bit into the strong tendon of his shoulder.
Travis loved how tactile Matthew was. His hands were everywhere. Over his T-shirt and under at once. He didn’t stop to savor though, he was on a mission and Travis was happy to go along on this ride. It had been too long since he’d felt Matt’s lips wrapped around his cock, his sure hands palming his balls, stroking his ass.
More than once after he moved away, he’d fallen asleep thinking of Matt’s mouth, and woken only when his come began to cool on his skin.