by Trina Lane
Chapter Eleven
Vic paced outside airport security. The screen showed that Chase and Miranda’s plane had landed ten minutes ago, and he itched to have them back in his arms. He’d never been as disappointed as when he realised that it would be impossible to arrange the time off to go with them to Chicago, but at least Chase had been there to support Miranda. He’d talked to them several times over the last five days, but the sound of their voices over the phone was nothing compared to hearing them in person.
He looked over the crowed, smiling when he saw Chase’s dark blond hair heading his direction. He couldn’t see Miranda through the throng of people, but when his and Chase’s gazes met, Vic was rewarded with one of Chase’s million watt smiles and Chase bent over. Vic saw his mouth move, his eyes never left the sight of those firm lips, and inside he danced in anticipation of feeling them against his again.
Chase and Miranda had said that they had a surprise to share with him, and Vic had his own churning in his gut. Excitement and a touch of fear bubbled in anticipation at their reaction.
When Chase and Miranda made it past the checkpoint, Vic rushed them and scooped Miranda up into his arms. He lifted her high against him and kissed her hungrily. Chase’s hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed. Vic leant back into the caress.
They made their way through the terminal and out to where Vic had parked. As soon as all the car doors were shut, Vic pulled Chase into his arms and took those firm lips under his command. God he wanted to eat Chase alive, to feel his lover beneath him, in front of him, riding him… Vic didn’t care, but it’d been five long days since they’d made love and he was a bit desperate.
“We’re going to my place. I have something I need to share with you both, you can tell me all about the surprise you’ve been keeping from me then we’ll all spend the night making love till we collapse from exhaustion.”
Vic saw Chase and Miranda share a little smile and his heart tugged in happiness that the trip had given them the opportunity to grow closer. Vic had an ulterior motive for wanting to go to his place. Since the collapse of a ceiling panel in the Fort Point tunnel a couple of weeks ago, killing a woman and injuring the family member who’d been driving, traffic in the city was twice as bad now as it had been before with the closure of the structure. Vic wanted to go to his place in Charlestown because he could avoid the major construction areas of the dig project.
Avoiding traffic completely wasn’t realistic though, and when they came to a standstill on Washington, Vic caught a glimpse of Chase and Miranda snuggling in the back seat in his rear view mirror. The blare of a horn jerked his attention back to the road, but Vic found his way still blocked. He never understood why people insisted on honking in the midst of a traffic jam. It wasn’t as though the annoying blare would magically make the cars move any faster.
He cruised his way along until the turn for the Charlestown Bridge came up and once free, it was only a few more minutes until they pulled up in front of his condo. “All right you two, enough canoodling. Come inside where we can all share the love.”
All of them exchanged kisses and touches as they piled their way in his front door. There was a bark from his little back garden, and Miranda ran over to the patio doors. She greeted Axel by kneeling in the earth and wrapping her arms around his sturdy neck. Vic had loved having Axel spend the week with him. Miranda’s dog had kept him company with both his lovers being gone, and they’d shared a couple of nights chilling out in front of the television together. When Miranda came back inside, Vic pulled her into his arms and backed her towards his living area. They tumbled onto the sofa and Vic luxuriated in the feel of Miranda’s soft body beneath him. A large hand stroked the skin of his back beneath Vic’s T-shirt and he arched up into Chase’s caress.
“Vic…love? Talk first, make out later.”
Vic lifted his head from Miranda’s lips and mockingly growled at his partner. “Easy for you to say—you’ve had her all to yourself for almost a week, while I’ve only had Axel and my hand to keep me company.”
Chase’s head swooped down and captured Vic’s lips in a blistering kiss. His toes curled in his shoes and his cock hardened against Miranda’s stomach. Just as Vic’s eyes were about to roll back up into his head from the pleasure, Chase pulled back.
“I promise we’ll make it up to you.” Chase smoothed his hand over the top of Vic’s head.
Vic sat up and pulled Miranda into his lap. Chase sat next to them, pulling Miranda’s legs over his quads and wrapping his arm around Vic’s shoulders. “This is nice,” he said.
“So who wants to go first,” Miranda asked.
“You go ahead, princess.”
Vic listened as Miranda told the story about Drew’s final surprise. To say he was shocked would have been an understatement, but part of him also looked at the bequest as a restitution of sorts. He knew the money would make Miranda’s life easier. She never said how much debt she’d incurred as part of the divorce, but Vic had got the impression that paying it down took a substantial portion of her weekly paycheque. When she told him that she wanted to donate part of the money to a domestic violence foundation, Vic gathered her close against his heart. “I love you more each and every day.”
“So what’s your news, love?” Chase asked.
Vic smiled. “I got a promotion.”
“That’s fantastic!” Chase and Miranda exclaimed.
“They made me director of the musculoskeletal imaging and intervention division.”
“But I thought you specialised in nuclear radiology?” Miranda asked.
“I actually did fellowships in both nuclear medicine and musculoskeletal radiology. I really loved both aspects, but it just happened that I was offered an attendee position in nuclear first.” Vic looked over at Chase. “Lately I’ve been feeling a little burnt out.” He adjusted Miranda on his lap and ran his hand up and down her bare arm. “The last several months I’ve been talking to the other physicians in the department about making a change. I’d heard that the position had opened up and I put in for it, basically on a whim. When Carrington came to see me the other day, I figured he was about to laugh in my face, but instead he said the hospital had made a decision to hire from within house and out of all the applicants, I had the most experience and potential to run the division efficiently. They offered me the position.”
Miranda wrapped her arms around Vic’s neck and squeezed. “I’m so proud of you.”
Chase tilted Vic’s head over towards him and they shared a kiss. “Congratulations, love.”
“That’s not all.” Vic took a deep breath. This could either go really well or really poorly. “I found us a house.”
Both Miranda and Chase went completely still. He couldn’t tell if it was a good still or a bad still. If they were simply surprised or furious. Had Vic gone too far? Was he being presumptuous in his assumptions that now that the three of them had committed to each other that it was time for kids and dogs everything he and Chase had talked about wanting someday? Vic and Chase were thirty-eight. He was ready to settle down, but maybe he had moved too fast. They’d only known Miranda for a few months. She was only thirty-four, and had just got out of a bad marriage. Maybe she didn’t want to lock herself back in. Hell, maybe she didn’t even want children.
“I’m sorry. It’s too soon. Forget I said anything.”
Vic put Miranda aside and got up off the sofa. He walked over to the patio doors, somehow finding a smile when Axel came up and tilted his head in that funny way that made Vic think the dog was actually thinking about you. He heard a soft whine through the glass, and placed his hand on the cool barrier. Axel went up on his hind legs and one of his paws landed opposite Vic’s hand. His heart lurched at the thought of not being able to play with Axel in the big backyard he’d toured the other day.
“Vic?” Miranda asked, softly.
“Yeah.”
“Come back over here, please?”
He turned and saw Chase’s arms w
rapped around Miranda. He felt as though he was going to his execution as he crossed the room. Their faces were unreadable, and that wasn’t a good sign. Most of the time Vic had no trouble reading his lovers, but right now they were completely closed off to him. He sat at the end of the sofa and faced them.
“Will you tell us about the house?” Chase asked.
“You…you want to hear? I thought—”
“You mistook our shock for anger. We’ve never talked about when we’d move in together. Miranda and I have just walked in the door from what was a rather emotional trip, and you dropped a little bomb on our laps. Forgive us, love, if we seemed a little rattled.”
Vic scooted closer to the two people who meant more to him than anything in the world. “No, no it was my fault. I’ve kept this little surprise inside me for almost three days, then blurted it out without any consideration or preparation.” He took one hand of each of his lovers in his. “I guess the most important question we all should ask each other is ‘Do we want to live together?’”
“I know that if I went and asked some psychologist about their opinion, he or she’d tell me that moving in with you would be a big mistake. That’s it too soon after everything that happened with Drew, and that I’m probably using my love for the two of you as a crutch to avoid healing the wounds deep inside me. They may even question whether I truly love you? That somehow I’m misinterpreting the emotions of experiencing my first positive adult relationship.”
Vic’s shoulders fell and he nodded slowly. Miranda’s words hurt, but he knew there would be those out there who wouldn’t be shy about saying exactly that.
“But every day I spend with you, I step further away from the woman I was back in Chicago. When we’re together you make me smile, you make me burn, you make me realise that I’m so much better than I ever gave myself credit for. I see the truth of your love in your eyes, and I can’t think of a better way to start each and every day than looking into that light, knowing I make your life complete.”
Vic’s vision swam and he blinked away the emotions brought on by Miranda’s words. He looked over at Chase—always his friend, and his lover off and on for more than a decade.
“You know I always wished for a someday. Now that we’ve found Miranda, I can’t believe you’d think that desire would magically disappear.”
Vic closed his eyes and said a quick silent prayer of thanks. When he opened them both his lovers had smiles on their faces, and Vic knew that presumptuous or not, he’d done the right thing after all.
* * * *
Chase moaned as Vic’s tongue rimmed his hole. Miranda’s lips met Chase’s and their tongues slid together. He pushed his ass back, begging for more from Vic’s talented tongue. The man always said Chase was the more oral of the two, but Vic could give a rim job that sent Chase’s mind reeling.
Vic tongue speared his ass at the same moment Miranda’s thrust into his mouth. He was being possessed by both of the people he loved, their puppet of pleasure. They could move him any way they wanted. Torture him with their kisses. Send him to the rafters as their hands stroked his body from head to toe, and Chase would love every second of it.
He heard the snap of the lid to the bottle of lube seconds before the cool gel hit his skin. Vic’s fingers circled his pucker, while his mouth attached itself to Chase’s neck. Miranda’s hand encircled his cock right as Vic’s finger slid inside him. Chase had difficulty concentrating, his attention flitting back and forth to the pleasure of Miranda’s soft hand stroking his dick to Vic’s fingers pumping in and out of his ass.
Chase opened his eyes to see Miranda watching him. The brown depths sparkled with passion, desire and love. Vic’s demanding hands transmitted the deep emotional connection Chase had with his partner. But right at that moment Chase craved a different kind of connection.
“Please,” he begged.
“Please what?” Vic whispered against Chase’s ear.
He angled his head back towards Vic. “I need you inside me, I’ve missed you.”
Vic fingers rubbed inside Chase, sliding over his gland. It was as if Vic had set off a sparkler inside him—a long, drawn out flare of light that burned brighter and hotter the longer Vic played with him. Chase’s body trembled and Miranda soothed the vibrations with her hands and lips. She peppered Chase’s chest with kisses, and when her tongue flicked over his nipple, Chase’s hands threaded through the long, dark tresses he loved and held her to him.
Vic nuzzled Chase’s neck, taking deep breaths. “You smell so fucking good, babe. I’ve missed you too. I’ve missed you both.”
Vic sucked on the hollow beneath Chase’s ear then nipped at the skin. His fingers stretched Chase’s hole. Miranda’s soft suction on his nipple nearly drove Chase insane. Chase moaned, “Oh yes.” Miranda’s warm tongue flicked against his nub, and if he didn’t know better he would have sworn that there was a direct connection between the nerves of his nipple and his cock. Miranda’s thumb collected the fluid leaking from his slit and rubbed it around the mushroom shaped crown. Chase’s hips surged forward, which meant he pulled away from Vic’s fingers. He was trapped between heaven and hell.
“More,” whimpered, not caring how desperate or unmanly it made him sound.
“What kind of more?” Miranda whispered. “This kind?”
Miranda’s hand slid beneath Chase’s nuts and one finger traced the patch of skin back to Chase’s entrance. With a little pressure she also pushed her way inside him.
“Oh Fuck!” Chase bore down to take more of his lovers inside him. They were both there, both inside, both touching the deepest part of him. Chase gripped the base of his cock to stave off the orgasm that threatened to rip through him.
“So gorgeous. So ours,” Vic chanted. “Look at you all flushed and straining into our touch. You need something more, don’t you babe? You need my cock inside you. You need Miranda’s sweet pussy taking you to heaven.”
“Yes! I want it.” They didn’t pull out and Chase felt Miranda’s smaller finger bump his gland, working the kernel till sweat beaded on Chase’s brow, and his voice became horse from pleading upon their mercy.
The second their fingers left him, Chase wrapped his arms around Miranda and rolled on top of her. Her legs automatically separated and lifted to rest high around his back. Before conscious thought prevailed, Chase roared out and buried himself deep inside her soaking passage.
Miranda’s cry filled the air and her arms and legs tightened around Chase. His hips jerked back and slammed into her. Miranda would have sworn that her insides shook with the force of his thrust. But there was no pain, only mind exploding pleasure as her body had come to crave both Chase’s and Vic’s possession. She now understood the pleasure of sex, the ecstasy that could be experienced in a lover’s arms. Chase grabbed the backs of her knees and held them straight-armed out to the sides. The muscles of her inner thighs stretched and Miranda was thankful for the yoga classes she’d been taking recently. Chase’s knees came up and he crouched over her bent body, pounding his thick cock all the way in her with a force and speed that shook Miranda’s small frame and made Chase bellow. Chase came over her and captured her mouth, taking ruthless possession with his tongue as he had with his cock. She rocked against him, echoing the movement of his tongue in her mouth. When he tried to pull back, Miranda dug her fingers into the long strands of hair at the back of his head and took charge of the kiss, exploring his mouth, the shape of his lips, feasting on the sexy male taste of him.
Chase managed to separate his mouth from Miranda’s. His lips grazed her ear as he said hotly, “You burn me alive with your fire, honey. Your sweet pussy clenching my dick, your heart racing against mine. I love you. I love fucking you. Come for me, Miranda.”
The control her men had over her body was unreal. All they had to do was whisper a few sexy words in her ear, and Miranda became a willing slave to their passions. Chase slid his hands under her butt, canted her hips up and slid back and forth across her clit.
That was all it took to make her come, moaning harshly, convulsing in his arms. Her pussy pulsed around Chase’s cock and her cum flooded from her body. The sounds of wet slapping skin filled the room.
“It’s not enough, not near enough. Give it to me again, honey. Give us everything you have, everything you are.”
Unbelievably Miranda found herself once again racing up the mountain and jumping off the precipice into bliss.
“Yes, love!”
Vic’s hands gripped Chase’s hips and held him prisoner. Chase fought against the restriction as Vic’s cock nudged against his entrance. Chase relaxed and Vic’s next push had him sliding halfway inside. Chase’s heat surrounded his bare cock and Vic fell atop his lovers as his mind shorted out in pleasure for a moment. It was the first time he’d ever gone bare with a lover and to share the experience with both Chase and Miranda made Vic eternally thankful they’d waited for this moment.
“Sweet fucking Jesus,” Chase groaned
“That’s it, babe. Take it all. Take us both.” Another push and Vic’s cock slid all the way in.
Chase had stalled partially inside Miranda. Vic looked over Chase’s shoulder and saw her dark eyes begging them for more.
“Move Chase, our princess needs you.” Vic ordered. He pulled back and then surged in. “Follow me.”
Chase did. Vic set the pattern, and their cocks pumped slowly at first, their thrusts rhythmic, intentional, controlled.
“Harder,” Miranda said from below them.
Vic picked up the pace and Chase followed. Vic fingers dug into the flesh of Chase’s hips, driving Chase into Miranda. He’d become the ultimate puppet master. Vic grunted as his balls slapped Chase’s and he took his lover deep and fast. The scent of Miranda’s arousal filled the air and Vic knew before the night was out he’d be buried inside the woman he loved, feeling her soft wet walls cling and pulse around him. He couldn’t wait to fill Miranda with his seed. The very thought of Miranda pregnant with his or Chase’s child had him climbing higher and further than he’d ever gone. Each slam of his throbbing cock into the inferno of Chase’s ass had Vic groaning.