by Trina Lane
“So perfect,” he whispered hoarsely. “So beautiful the way you open yourself for our love, angel.”
Calleigh moaned and leaned into Conor’s chest. Rick took a few slow plunges, and she started to pant.
“God, Calleigh,” Rick gasped, His hands tightened on her hips as he slowly filled her over and over. “So tight. So hot.”
His thickness sliding all the way inside her and adding to the fullness of Conor filling her in front brought unspeakable pleasure. Rick reached around her and stroked her open pussy gently, teasing her enflamed clit until she moaned and her inner muscles trembled.
“Ghawd all feckin’ mighty!” Conor cried.
Conor’s cock retreated almost all the way out, so that only the head remained inside her then shoved inwards again hard. She cried out as his shaft hit the top of her wet channel. She closed her eyes as four arms enclosed her. She felt such a deep connection to them both when they were like this. Rick withdrew, and both men paused at her entrances. She gasped and bit her lower lip as both thick cocks, in identical tempos, moved upward in a slow, smooth slide.
No space could be seen between their hips as both men claimed the deepest parts of her body she had to offer. Breathy little pants escaped as she lay between them. She heard soft words but couldn’t understand their meanings. All her brain could process was the feel of two thick cocks pulling out and pushing into her body at the same time. Shocks of pleasure shot through her.
“Oh God… Oh please…” Calleigh moaned.
Rick’s hands gripped her hips as he ground into her ass, and Conor’s fingers played with her nipples as he thrust hard and deep. The slow wave built inside her. Pushing her higher and higher. She made soft, helpless sounds and couldn’t stop them. At last, Calleigh felt their rhythm speeding up.
“Muirnín,” Conor murmured in her ear, thrusting inside her. “Tá ar chroís istigh ionat.”
“God, Calleigh,” Rick whispered, slamming into her back passage. “Conor is right. Our hearts are within you.”
Calleigh nearly sobbed. She reached up to cup Conor’s cheek then back to stroke Rick’s. “Love you both so much.”
She felt Rick’s hot breath on the back of her neck as they moved in rapid accord, driving deep inside her. The wave reached a crest, and she tumbled over the edge, crying out as her orgasm rolled over her and tumbled her within its intensity. She felt both men push deep one last time, and their cocks pulsed as they released inside her.
Both men stayed buried deep for a minute. Her eyes were getting heavy. She felt soft lips touch hers and the sheet being pulled over her before sleep finally claimed her.
* * * *
Calleigh ran the vacuum across the area rug in the living room. It was the last thing she had to do before Susan, Kevin’s mom, arrived. A set of arms wrapped around her, and she identified the scent belonging to Rick.
“You doing okay, angel?”
She leant back into his embrace. The last few days leading up to the anniversary of Kevin’s death had been difficult. She’d been seeking comfort from Rick and Conor more, holding them tightly at night. She was sure if her motives were examined, it would indicate that she subconsciously was afraid of them dying so she clung to them more.
“I’m okay. Thank you for agreeing to visit Kevin with us. I plan on telling Susan tonight at dinner.”
“You asked. Of course, we’d go.” He placed a kiss on her temple and turned her around to give her another one on her lips.
“I hope you and Conor have fun at the game tonight.”
“I’ll have a good soccer game, a pint of Guinness and my best friend. The only thing missing is my girl. ”
Conor walked in at that moment and wrapped his arms around Calleigh’s back, “Our girl.” He kissed the back of her neck. “It’s cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey, but we promise not te come home all gee-eyed.” He looked at Rick. “We’d better be goin’.”
They bundled up in coats and scarves. Calleigh gave them one last kiss and sent her big boys out to play.
* * * *
Calleigh, Susan, Mikey and Brandon were sitting in the restaurant. Conversation had consisted of Susan’s trip and the boys filling her in on their most recent adventures.
Susan looked over at her daughter-in-law. “Calleigh, I can’t believe how much they’ve grown. And they’re talking so much.”
Calleigh was sitting between her sons and ruffled their blond heads. “I know. It seems like their vocabulary has tripled in the last six months. For the most part, you can have simple conversations with them and understand most of what they say. Their daycare is fantastic. They really nurture social skills.”
Susan set her glass of wine down on the table and twirled the stem. “So tell me. How are you doing?”
Calleigh finished cutting Mikey’s chicken tenders so they could cool. “I’m doing really well actually. These few days are always going to be tough, but for the most part, we’re just living our lives the best way we can.”
They continued to discuss the boys and other national and world matters until their plates were taken away. Calleigh enjoyed herself but knew she had to broach the subject of Rick and Conor accompanying them to the cemetery tomorrow. Maybe if she ducked out to the ladies room for a moment, she could gather her courage. She took Mikey and Brandon’s colouring books and crayons out of her ever-present bag and placed them in front of each boy.
“Susan, would you mind watching the boys for a moment. I need to step out to the ladies room.”
“Of course. I was wondering, Calleigh, are you dating again?”
She stopped as she was about to leave the table and took a deep breath. “Actually yes. I started dating a couple of months ago and have something I wish speak to you about, but first, I really do need to use the ladies room. Will you excuse me?”
“Of course. Take your time.”
Susan watched as Calleigh practically ran from the table. Turning, she saw the boys were both watching her.
“Hi mamó.”
“Mikey, what did you call me?”
“Mamó,” Brandon responded
“But sweeties, I’m grandma.” She looked at both boys as they nodded. “Have you met your mommy’s new friend?” More nods. “Is he nice to you?”
Brandon looked back down at the picture he was colouring. “Ah-huh. Conna read stories good.”
Mike picked up a new crayon. “Wick plays cars with us.”
Susan was confused. Michael had said one name and Brandon another, but maybe, they were just confused.
“What would you boys like for breakfast before we go visit your father tomorrow?”
“Wick make smiley takes,” they said simultaneously.
Susan saw Calleigh heading back to the table and told the boys to gather their pictures. She was putting their coats on when Calleigh reached the table.
“Did the boys want to go?” She looked at Susan with confusion.
“I think it’s time we got them home. We can have that discussion there.”
“Well, okay.” Calleigh knelt in front of her sons. “Do either of you need to use the potty?” Twin heads shook. “Are you sure?” They nodded. “Okay, we’ll go when we get home.”
“They’re potty training already?”
Calleigh stood and faced Susan. “We started just after they turned three. It’s still a little hit or miss, but they’re getting better at telling me. I always ask before we leave anywhere so they get the idea.”
When they arrived at the house, Calleigh got both boys out of the car seats and hurried them inside. The night air was frigid. She hoped Rick and Conor were okay. She was sure if they thought it was too cold, they would head to a pub close to campus.
“Okay, boys. Coats in the closet and go upstairs for PJ time. Meet me in the bathroom to go potty and brush your teeth.” She looked over at her mother-in-law. “Susan, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
She was very proud of her boys when they went to th
e bathroom. Both of them were dry, and they each got a gold star on the potty chart. They were saving their stars for a Hot Wheels race track. Mike and Brandon tugged on their Spiderman pyjamas, and they all went back downstairs. She settled them in their playroom off the kitchen, and she started some coffee. Once finished, she carried the two cups into the living room. The first sip made Calleigh wince, and she decided to set the cup down to cool for a moment.
“So Susan, is there anything in particular you‘d like to do tomorrow after we visit Kevin?”
“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something else first. I was talking with Michael and Brandon at the restaurant, and they said two different names for your new friend. What is his name?”
Calleigh was a little shocked that Susan would discuss something like that with her three-year-old sons. “You asked Mikey and Brandon about my boyfriends?”
“All I asked was if they had met him and was he nice to them. What do you mean ‘boyfriends’? Are you dating more than one? Wouldn’t that be confusing to the boys to introduce a new man all the time?”
“Susan, I appreciate your concern, but I think I understand the boys and their limitations better than you. I know you love them, but they are extremely bright and generally ahead of the curve when it comes to age-appropriate behaviour. I’m glad you brought this up because I wanted to speak to you about tomorrow. I’ve invited both Conor and Rick to go with us to the cemetery. Both men are invaluable friends and have been there for both the boys and me over the past three years.”
“I’m glad you had friends to help you through this. So this Conor and Rick, they’re the ones Michael and Brandon were speaking of?”
“Yes. They’re my best friends, and the boys look to them as father figures.” She took a deep breath because this was going to be the hardest part. “They are also my lovers.”
For several heartbeats, the room was silent. Susan’s face was a stone mask. Calleigh tried to put herself in that position. Here she had come to visit on the anniversary of her son’s death and her former daughter-in-law had told her she not only had moved on and was dating again, but was part of a ménage á trois.
“I don’t understand, Calleigh.”
“Conor, Rick and I are a unit. The three of us have a special relationship where we are all equal partners. I am not dating only Rick or only Conor. I am dating them both, and they are both dating me. In fact, they live here. Our intention is to blend the three of us, Michael, Brandon, and any future children into a complete family.”
More silence filled the space. Calleigh heard the sounds of the boys playing in the other room. Plastic trucks were crashing against each other, and they were making screeching and crashing noises.
“I know this must seem like a shock, but please understand, we are happy. The boys have two surrogate fathers who love them as their own. I’m happy in this relationship. It’s not better than what Kevin and I shared. It’s just different. Rick and Conor will be a part of this family from now on, and I hope you can accept their roles in the boys’ lives. They are not going to wipe Kevin’s memory from this house. They are enriching our lives in the space he left behind.”
Calleigh watched as Susan’s face turned red, her fists clenched and her eyes took on a shockingly bright fever.
“You filthy whore! You Satan’s mistress. You disgust me! I will not allow your deviant behaviour to taint my son’s children.”
Her ears rang from Susan’s high-pitched voice, screaming in the small room. “Stop right there, Susan! I understand this being a shock to you, but do not for one single second think you have any say in how I raise my children. My behaviour is not deviant or immoral in any way. It’s a lifestyle choice—one you may not understand or agree with. Regardless, I make the decisions when it comes to how my children are raised, and I choose to raise them in a loving and nurturing home with three adults.”
By now, she was raising her voice and made an effort to restrain from getting any louder. She did not want to alarm the boys. “Another thing. Kevin would accept this relationship and be grateful that our children have the love and support they need and deserve. I know this because a marriage of three was not a foreign concept to him…or us.”
Calleigh’s head snapped around at the force of the slap from Susan’s open palm. Her ears rang, and little lights danced in front of her eyes for a moment.
“Don’t you ever speak such filth about my son! He was a God-fearing man. A national hero. He died for this country in a squalid desert, and you repay him by whoring yourself and exposing his children to disgusting perverts!”
The front door slammed open. Conor and Rick came running in and stopped in the entryway to the living room. Their eyes locked, and Calleigh was thankful for the low light. They wouldn’t be able to see her face, but she was sure a bright red handprint glowed on her cheek.
“I will not stand for this. I am going to collect my grandchildren and take them away from you people. You’ve made a huge mistake, Calleigh. I’ll have you declared an unfit mother by the courts and gain custody so fast it’ll make your head spin.” She turned around and spied two men standing in doorway. “And you perverts…keep your filthy hands off my grandchildren. God only knows what horrors you’ve already made them witness or even participate in.”
Susan started walking towards the back playroom. Calleigh moved to stop her, but Rick beat her to it. He reached out and grasped Susan by the upper arm and spun her around.
“You will leave this house immediately. I will not stand for you treating Calleigh in such a manner. You have no idea what our relationship is like. Not one of us would ever do anything to hurt those precious little boys. They are the light of our world. It’s bigoted spiteful bitches like you who propagate such lies. There are thousands of loving and committed alternate lifestyle relationships raising families in this country. Hell, most of those children end up being more stable than ones who are raised in what you would consider a normal home.”
Susan jerked her arm out of the man’s grip. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.” As she walked by the other man she heard him muttering in some foreign language.
Calleigh watched the woman she had, if not loved, always respected as Kevin’s mother. She had no idea the woman was so narrow minded. Calleigh couldn’t believe Susan actually thought they would hurt the boys or molest them. Just the thought made Calleigh sick. Then she realised she really was going to be sick. She sprinted past Conor and Rick for the powder room off the kitchen. Opening the door, she stumbled to her knees and barely got the toilet seat up before heaving the contents of her supper into the porcelain bowl. Her stomach continued to cramp even after nothing more came up as dry heaves racked her body.
Conor dampened a soft cloth and knelt behind Calleigh. His hand rubbed in slow circles as he placed the cloth on the back of her neck. “Muirnín. Please donna do this te yerself. We willna let anything happen te our family. I swear te ye.”
When Calleigh’s body stopped jerking, he wiped her mouth with the damp cloth. He handed her a glass of water so she could wash out her mouth. Sitting back on his heels, he gathered her into his arms.
He felt the coolness of her skin and wrapped his arms around her tighter to transfer as much heat as possible. Trembles took over her body, and she clutched his shirt as he rubbed her back and whispered soothing words in her ear.
Finally, she pulled back, and he got a good look at her face in the light of the sconces on the bathroom wall. A livid mark in the shape of a hand ran across her left cheek. Seeing evidence of violence on Calleigh made him see red. That vile woman had hurt his sweetheart. He reached up and touched the mark softly, and his heart twisted when he saw Calleigh wince. Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
“I’m sorry she hurt ye, mo ghrá. Let’s get ye some ice for that and check on the rest of our family. Rick went to check on Mikey and Bran. I’m sure they want a nice hug from ye.”
They stood and walked into the living room. Rick s
at in the club chair and had both boys in his lap, encased in his arms. Their heads rested on his chest, and Conor saw tear tracks on their cheeks.
“Come give yer ma a hug, little ones.”
They looked up simultaneously and scampered off Rick’s lap to run into their mother’s arms. Calleigh gathered both boys to her and held them tight. She smoothed their hair and kissed their foreheads. His little lights were distraught, and it was all that cailleach’s fault. The witch poisoned this house of love with her evil brew.
He didn’t think either boy wanted to be put to bed away from their ma right now, but he could tell the little ones were about to fall asleep in her arms. “I don’t know about ye, but I’m knackered. Why don’t we have a camp out here in the livin’ room the-night. The whole family.”
“That’s a great idea, Conor.” Calleigh smiled up at him. “We can get the air mattresses and have a slumber party.”
“She’s right. Just what our family needs tonight. Mikey and Bran, why don’t you come with me to get the blankets and pillows.” Rick gave Conor’s shoulder a squeeze as they left the room.
Not long after that, they were all lying on the pillows of air. He and Rick were on the outside edges, next came the boys, and Calleigh was in the middle of everyone. The boys were sound asleep, and Conor opened his eyes one last time to see Calleigh looking at him.
Thank you, she mouthed.
I love ye, muirnín, he mouthed back.
Chapter Seven
Mike opened his eyes as the sun came through the window. He looked around the room and saw Brandon next to him on the mattress. They often ended up sleeping together when scared. Last night had been scary. Grandma and mommy were yelling, and Rick and Conor didn’t look happy, but he didn’t understand what had happened. At first, he’d thought Grandma had been mad at him. She kept yelling his and Brandon’s names. When the yelling had stopped he went to find mommy, but she was gone. He was scared she had left. Rick had gathered up him and Brandon and sat in the chair. He told them the grown-ups were having a disagreement, but they weren’t mad at them. Mike liked it when Rick held him in his lap. He was so big and always warm to cuddle with.