by Zoe Mullins
Fiona raised a brow at Claire as the men headed out back. “Okay, out with it.”
“I thought you were dating the physiotherapist, not his best friend, the cop?”
“And I didn’t know you were married to a cop.”
“People are weird when they find out my husband is police. It’s a question I’ve been able to avoid.”
“Can I avoid the question of the physiotherapist versus the cop?”
“Not if what Lucy has said about the two of them is true.” Claire winked.
Fiona groaned. “Lucy?” Lucy was the one who had recommended Matt’s physio clinic in the first place, and later told her about how hard he’d taken Travis’ leaving. “How do you know Lucy?”
She laughed. “Lucy is my brother’s wife.”
“Damn it. Why do all of you have to keep your maiden names? I can’t keep track of who is married to whom.”
Claire gave her a sympathetic look. Fiona chewed her lip. It wasn’t as if Claire wouldn’t be able to figure it out, and it was better to find out now if she had an ally.
“Matt is meeting us at the barbecue,” she confessed.
“You look miserable about it, and I’m thinking those two hotties should be making you anything but miserable,” Claire said.
“It’s more the potential fall-out should the wrong people find out.”
“I probably never told you how I met my husband.”
“You were sleeping with his best friend too?” she asked brightly, sipping her drink.
Claire laughed. “Not quite. His older brother Michael was dating Lucy.” Claire stopped and took a sip of the root beer her husband had left for her. “And my brother.”
Fiona tried to hide her surprise. She’d met Lucy and her husband Sergeant Russell Fergus, and their best friend, Michael Troy. Best friend, damn it, how had she not seen it? But then she hadn’t known what to look for at the time.
“You and David aren’t…”
“Goodness no!” Claire laughed. “David’s horny enough on his own, I couldn’t imagine handling two. Okay, I’ve imagined it…” She grinned. “But I’m good as it is.”
“So David will be cool with Travis and me being Travis, Matt and me?”
“I can guarantee you it won’t make a difference.” Claire shook her head. “Russell’s on the regional force too, you know. They know how to be discreet.”
Fiona sighed in relief and took another sip of her beer. “Damn it. We may owe Matt twenty bucks. He said it wouldn’t be as big an issue as we worried it would be.”
Claire tucked an errant curl of her strawberry-blonde hair behind her ear. “At least now you know that if you need to talk to someone you can talk to Lucy or to me. And when I say talk, I mean every naughty detail if you need to.”
* * * * *
Travis checked his watch again and looked across the pavilion to where Fiona sat with Claire and some of their friends from work. He liked watching her in these unguarded moments. She’d already been dragged into an impromptu game of beach volleyball. He had joined her team, but was man enough to admit he couldn’t keep up.
Fi glanced over at him and raised her shoulders in question. He shook his head. He still hadn’t been able to reach Matt, who should have been here an hour ago. Part of him wondered if he had gotten cold feet. Was he worried they would be embarrassed by his presence? They already owed him twenty bucks for being right—this could be done.
He tried calling him again. As he did so, he saw Sergeant Fergus pull up in his squad car. He didn’t have sirens on and moved quickly to talk to David. Time slowed. He saw David look over to him, his mouth a grim line.
His eyes flicked to Fiona and Claire who had also seen Russell’s arrival. Fiona pushed away from the group with Claire on her heels. She caught up to him just as he got to Russell. He wrapped her into his arms.
“Russell, what is it? What’s happened?” he asked.
Travis had often wondered if people really heard him when he had to give them bad news. Tell them their loved one had been in an accident or was dead. Or if they just heard words. Now he knew. He heard every word but at a distance, the sound of the ocean, of all things, taking precedence in his ears over words like T-boned, totaled, internal bleeding, CT scans.
The waves receded and he realized that Fiona was crushed in his arms as he clutched her to him like a lifeline.
Russell placed a hand on his arm. “Come on now, I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
“We’ll follow you,” David promised.
Travis knew he wouldn’t remember the trip to the hospital. He would remember only the feel of Fiona in his arms, and the constant vision in his head of the years he and Matt had spent together. The scrapes they had gotten into, and those had been frequent. Matt wasn’t afraid of trouble.
“He’s going to be okay.” He kissed the top of Fiona’s head and felt the waves recede. He knew Matt was okay. He sensed that deep down he would know if it were otherwise.
Chapter Eight
By the time they convinced the nurse to let them see Matt, he was already sitting up in bed. “She told the nurse what?” Matt asked Travis, sure he was hearing wrong.
“She said you were our husband,” Travis said, looking at Fiona where she was curled up on the bed against Matt’s side.
Matt started to laugh, but pressed his hand to his head. Laughing and a concussion did not go hand in hand. He squeezed her closer.
“I didn’t mean to give you guys such a scare,” he told them.
“T-boned. Totaled.” Fi raised her head. “That’s what they said.”
“Yeah, the car is toast, but the ass-wipe hit me on the passenger side.” Matt knew Trav would understand the difference that made. “You see,” he looked meaningfully at Travis, “you will never again laugh at me when I talk about front and rear head-curtain airbags and front seat-mounted torso airbags, will you?”
“I will never doubt your car-buying abilities again,” he promised. “But I’m still going to give you grief if it takes you three months to decide on a replacement.”
Travis sat down at the end of the bed.
“I wish they weren’t keeping me overnight.” He reached over and grabbed Travis’ hand. “Not that I’d be much good to you tonight anyway.”
“Please, it’s going to be days if not weeks until you’re any good to us.” Travis ran a hand down Fi’s shoulder. “Nope, you’re just going to have to sit out on all the fun until your head is better. Watch me fuck our girl.”
“Nice.” Fi slapped him on the shoulder. “Kick him while he’s down.”
“Not a kick.” Travis laughed. “Just incentive to get better soon.”
“I have a lot of incentive, don’t worry.” Matt looked at them both. “So, do you two owe me money or what?”
“So no memory loss with that concussion?” Travis sighed and opened his wallet. He pulled out forty bucks.
“Nope.” He grinned and palmed the money.
“You cheated,” Fiona scolded him. “You knew about Lucy’s relationship, and that Claire and David knew and were cool with it.”
“Of course I cheated.” He didn’t look at all repentant. “I would do anything to keep the two of you, but it was coincidence that I first met them. I wouldn’t have believed, before seeing the three of them together, that this kind of unorthodox arrangement could work.”
Travis and Fi shook their heads, but were quiet. Their hands tangled with his in the blankets.
Claire, David, Lucy, Russell and Michael pushed in through the door. “It’s harder to get in here than it is to jail,” Lucy complained.
“So how did you?” Fiona asked, looking at them.
“We showed badges,” David said, as Lucy chimed in, “We said we were family.”
Travis sighed. “I should have thought of using the badge. Instead Fi told the nurse Matt was our husband.”
“It’s not like they were going to ask for proof.” She stuck out her tongue at him.
Afte
r answering questions about the accident and not giving an official statement, though he would have to do that later, the group decided to disperse. “We just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Claire squeezed Fiona’s hand. “And we see that you are. Just remember if you need anything, we’re here.”
David clapped Travis on the shoulder. “It’s cool you know. We got your back.” Russell and Michael nodded before they all left, and it was just the three of them.
The nurse rolled in a couple of chair loungers and some blankets. She wasn’t going to argue the unusual arrangement, and she wasn’t going to make them go home tonight. Matt shared a satisfied smile with his lovers. It may not always be easy, but it would work. They would work. Because they loved one another.
Epilogue
It had been two weeks since the accident, and though the doctor had given Matt a clean bill of health, Travis and Fiona were still treating him with kid gloves. It was fun the first few nights, being the observer, lending a hand when necessary, or even if it wasn’t. Travis may never let him top him, but he didn’t mind a finger or two stroking his prostate as he fucked their girl. Matt grinned at the memory.
“Stop it. I know what you’re thinking.” Travis smiled, as he pushed past him, making Matt move his feet from the coffee table.
“What?” Matt asked, looking at the two beers in his friend’s hands.
“That it’s been one hundred and twenty-two days since I moved back and I’ve yet to fuck your ass?” He passed Matt a beer.
“Is that what you think I was grinning about?”
“Yep.” Fiona came out of the kitchen with a Diet Pepsi and sat on the edge of the sofa. “We talked about it. We had a tête à tête, of sorts.”
“That’s her new code to say she was sucking my cock.”
Fiona threw a pillow at him and Matt laughed. They continually baited each other, but all that sniping usually led to amazing sex, so he wasn’t going to complain.
“She was asking about all the different ways and positions three people can fuck each other.” Travis feigned a frown. “See what happens when you stick your fingers in my butt while I’m fucking her? You give her ideas.”
“The ideas were already there,” she promised them with a wink.
“There’s rum in that Pepsi, isn’t there?” Matt accused, but he wasn’t complaining. He liked it when Travis topped him. He had no problem being trapped between the two people he loved.
“Get the sweatpants off, baby,” Travis ordered, his eyes fixed on Fiona, who quickly obeyed, then sat back up on the arm of the sofa, spreading her legs. She still wore a T-shirt, but her nipples were pebbled hard beneath. Her tiny lace thong was for decoration only.
“Lick her ’til she comes,” he told Matt.
The gleam in Fi’s eyes said she liked that idea and she spread her legs wide for him. Matt kissed his way up the inside of her thighs, pausing when he reached the junction of her sex long enough to slide the lace out of his way with his tongue. He then applied himself to licking up the cream dripping from her. The thought of Travis fucking him turned her on. Theirs was a very naughty girl.
He sucked on her clit, rolling it with his tongue until she clutched at his head. He slid three fingers hard and fast into her pussy just as she started to come. He loved to feel her body contract for him, knowing how tight she’d be when he finally filled her with his cock. He continued to lick her until she fluttered down from her orgasmic high.
Matt forgot that Travis was with them, until he felt the sofa next to him dip with his weight and Trav reached out for his hand, licking her cream off his fingers. Then he pushed Matt back and yanked his track pants down in one practiced move.
With a lascivious grin, Travis brought Matt’s cock to his mouth, sliding him deep to the back of his throat as he cupped his balls.
“Oh fuck.” Matt sighed, as Travis worked his cock with his lips. He had forgotten how good Travis’ mouth was, so rare was the occasion that he would go down on him.
Travis lifted his head but continued to play with Matt’s sac. He turned to Fiona who was still sitting on the edge of the sofa in her T-shirt. “Spread your legs and give me a bit of your juice babe. Our boy needs the feel of us both inside him.”
Fiona licked her lips and spread her legs wide for Travis who swirled two fingers deep inside her pussy. Matt felt his eyes glaze over. If that wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever seen, he didn’t know what was, especially knowing where those cream-covered fingers were going. He slid his ass a little farther toward the front of the sofa, giving Travis full access between his thighs.
Travis chuckled. “Eager, aren’t we?”
“You have no idea.” Except he knew Travis did. Travis knew exactly what he was feeling, how bad he needed this. He raised his hips as Travis’ fingers slid between the cheeks of his ass, slowly circling his aching hole.
“Stroke your cock while I suck you.”
Matt wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly stroking it. He gasped as he felt Travis pressing into him. Just one finger, but it felt so good. It had been so long.
“How long?” he asked, reading Matt’s mind, even as he added another finger.
“Two years, one-hundred-twenty-two days.” The night before Travis had left.
“I think that wait is over.” Travis ran the tip of his tongue over the swollen tip of Matt’s erection, and it throbbed with need. “Look how bad our girl needs this.” He directed Matt’s gaze to Fi, who was stroking her pussy as she watched them.
“We could change the plan,” she said to Travis. “I don’t mind if it’s just the two of you, so long as I get to watch.”
Matt guffawed. “Oh no, babe. You are not getting away with that.”
“Back to the plan, babe,” Travis directed, and his tone said he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
She grinned and spread the faux-fur throw on the floor then lay down on her back. Matt and Travis followed her, Matt grabbing a throw cushion along the way and sliding it beneath her bottom.
His cock was aching and he couldn’t wait to be balls-deep inside her. Travis fished a condom and lube from his jeans’ pocket and presented his cock to Matt, asking him to put the condom on for him. They had discussed this just after Matt got out of the hospital. Fiona trusted Travis, loved him, and was ready for there to be nothing between them when they were in her pussy. “Butts are the exception,” Fiona had declared and they had readily agreed. They appreciated the rubber, because it dulled the tight sensation and helped them last longer.
Matt slid the condom down Travis’ cock before he settled back between Fiona’s thighs. She spread herself wide for him, and he sank into her sweet heaven. He groaned, burying himself deep inside her as Travis’ hands ran down his back, and his cock pressed hard against his ass.
Fiona took his face in his hands. “You were right. Let us show you how right you were.” She kissed him, pouring her passion and acceptance and love into that kiss, while behind him cold lube splashed against his ass. Travis was wasting no time opening him with two, then three fingers, making sure Matt was ready for him.
Fiona broke off the kiss and slid her arms around his back, her nails running down his side as Travis teased his ass with his cock. Travis pushed into him a little and then withdrew. He did this again and again, a little deeper each time until Matt begged, “Fuck me already, Travis.”
Fiona pinched him. “Be nice. He’ll fuck you when he’s good and ready.” She winked, and then gasped. Travis had decided in that moment that he was ready and he forced Matt open for him. Matt groaned. It was exactly what he needed. The heat and the pain. He felt his body break out into a sweat. It was worth it to be crushed between the two people he loved.
Travis was guiding Matt’s thrusts now, changing the angle and timing at which Matt pumped into Fiona. It was more forceful than Matt would otherwise be.
“Fucking incredible,” Fiona sighed, as she lay back, her hands holding onto his shoulders, and allowed them to take h
er.
“She’s not kidding,” Travis said behind him. One hand on Matt’s hip, one on his shoulder. Matt let him guide them. He liked the thought of Travis using his cock to fuck Fi, almost as much as he liked Travis fucking him. He grinned as he thought of the unlimited number of positions the three of them could get into, and perfect over the next fifty years.
In his heart, they were married. Like Fi had said, he was their husband and no one had dared to question it.
His balls tightened. He was getting close. The bite of his lover’s nails said they were too, but it was Fi who set off the chain reaction, her body clamping down on his, sucking his release from him. He cursed as his orgasm race through him. Travis’ litany of expletives was the loudest of them all when he finally let go, shuddering against Matt’s back.
They fell together on top of Fi, the three of them laughing as they rolled away, onto their sides or backs. Travis reached over him to kiss Fi, and then kissed him on the way back. Fi curled into his side, her hand holding on to Travis’.
Matt smiled. He had done this. He had brought the three of them together, and they had shown him that love was worth any risk.
About Zoë Mullins
The only reason Zoë learned to type in high school was so she could write even faster. A prolific write, even in elementary school, she was jotting down poems and stories whenever she had the chance. After years of working in corporate communications, Zoë decided to refocus on the kind of writing she loved – hot romance with strong, independent heroines.
Zoë and her husband of 20 years (yes they did marry in elementary school, thank you for thinking so) live in Atlantic Canada with their fur-family (two dogs at this time.) When not at her desk or with her laptop in the gazebo, you can find her at her favorite yoga studio, camping by the lake or renovating their money-pit of a house.
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