Charlie grasped the back of Blaine’s head and pulled. When their lips touched, Meredith’s moan barely registered but blended into the sensual awareness of Charlie’s firm mouth devouring his and Meredith’s hand urging him to orgasm. On the verge of coming too soon, Blaine clamped her wrist and forced her hand from his dick. He continued to answer Charlie’s kiss with Meredith half-dressed between them. They all had on too many clothes.
As if reading his mind, Charlie lifted his head and stepped back. Meredith’s bra slid down her arms and dropped to the tile floor. She stood between them with only their gazes touching her.
“Meredith, take off your jeans.”
She didn’t hesitate. Her fingers fumbled with the button, but neither man helped her. The zipper parted, and she seesawed the jeans over her hips. When her panties threatened to join them, she peeked at Charlie.
“You know what I want,” he said sternly.
She worked the denim with care, leaving her panties on.
Charlie smiled. “Good girl.”
Blaine’s cock twitched at the depth of his voice. Charlie’s patience was inhuman. As sexy as she was standing between them clad only in underwear, Blaine wanted her totally naked, wanted to see all the creamy white skin, that pink, feminine flesh, wanted to see her pussy, wet and glistening for them.
She swayed, and Blaine and Charlie caught her between them.
“Whoa. You okay?” Blaine asked.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her body against him. He’d say that was a yes.
Blaine brushed his fingers over the damp crotch of her underwear. She hooked her leg around his waist, drawing him closer, pressing into his hand.
Charlie chuckled. “I think she likes that. I bet she’d like it even more if you touched her bare pussy.”
Blaine didn’t hesitate. He pulled the crotch to the side and dragged his fingers through her. Smooth, slippery, hot.
Her whimpers became desperate cries, and she rubbed incessantly against his hand, her belly teasing his cock, her fingers kneading his biceps.
Charlie’s groan overrode her kitten sounds. “We’re gonna crush her before we get to the good part.”
“This isn’t the good part?” Blaine asked breathlessly.
“It’s about to get a lot better. You wanna get the condoms?”
Blaine stripped as he strode to the nightstand. Charlie murmured to Meredith, his words incomprehensible, but the tone soothing. Blaine stared at their reflection in the mirror. Charlie, still fully clothed, not a hair out of place. Meredith, rubbing back against him, her head thrown back against his chest, eyes closed, expression delirious passion, hair tousled. And then he saw it. Her hand covering her cunt, her middle finger beneath her underwear, circling her clit. Charlie said something, and she stopped. Her hands reached back and clamped on Charlie’s thighs. A trickle of semen forced its way out the tip of Blaine’s penis in anticipation. His balls were heavy. His cock bounced and pointed the way as he walked back to Charlie and Meredith.
Charlie hooked his thumbs in the waist of her underwear and with excruciating slowness dragged the fabric over that beautiful curved ass and down those sleek legs.
“You’re overdressed,” Blaine said to Charlie as he took Meredith’s hand and led her away. “We’ll meet you in bed.”
He tossed the condoms on the nightstand, and then they curled up together among the quilt, sheets and pillows. Meredith melted into him. Her trust and acceptance touched his heart. Yes, she’d been the one to suggest this. Not him. Not Charlie. They were all vulnerable because this wasn’t just sex. Their hearts were involved. But she was the one he worried about.
They watched Charlie, but he wasn’t moving.
“I think he needs your help,” Meredith murmured. She pressed kisses along Blaine’s shoulder and over his chest then peeled herself off him. “Go ahead.”
He scrambled to the end of the bed and kneeled in front of Charlie like a supplicant. His touch was a mixture of reverence and sex as he skimmed Charlie’s shirt over his head. It set something free in Charlie. In a frenzy of motion, he finished removing his clothes. He crawled onto the bed, bumping chests with Blaine, pushing him onto his back until Charlie was astride him. Their cocks bumped, and Blaine sucked air, desperate to fill his lungs. Charlie stretched out, grabbed a condom and ripped it open. His smile full of the devil, he reached between them.
Blaine’s balls tightened at the thought of Charlie sheathing him. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“You don’t come until you’re in her,” Charlie warned.
Blaine suddenly understood the power Charlie had over Meredith. His voice alone, never mind the words.
When the man positioned the rubber at the head of his dick, Blaine clamped his jaw and inhaled deeply. Hold, hold, hold.
Charlie’s rough fingers smoothed the thin latex along his overheated flesh. Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, praying he didn’t come, didn’t disappoint Charlie or Meredith.
When he was done, Charlie crawled over him, his goal, Meredith. Blaine rolled onto his stomach to watch the hunt. Because Charlie was definitely stalking. His movements were smooth, controlled. Deliberate. Meredith pushed back against the headboard, eyes wide, lips parted. Charlie grabbed her hips, yanked her to the center of the bed and clamped his arms around her. He rolled over, taking her with him so her knees straddled his head.
Blaine didn’t have to see Charlie licking her pussy to know what was going on. She was on all fours, her back arched like a cat stretching in the sun. He didn’t wait any longer.
He widened his stance and bent his knees until he bumped against her opening. He didn’t tease, didn’t taunt. That was Charlie’s job. He filled her in one continuous thrust. Their individual scents mingled to become one intoxicating perfume. Blaine sank his fingers into her ass and then thrust, taking her deeper, harder, driving them both to the apex of pleasure.
“Ahhhh,” Meredith cried.
Blaine’s eyes rolled up into his head as hot come shot from the depths of his balls and bathed the head of his cock. When he was empty, he eased out of her and dropped his forehead on her shoulder, too weak to hold it up. His legs weren’t gonna last much longer either. He slid off her back then collapsed. Charlie tenderly cared for Meredith, cradling her, murmurs interspersed with gentle kisses. Relief flooded Blaine, and he realized why he’d been so worried about Meredith. He’d been afraid of Charlie’s reaction after. It was stupid. Charlie wasn’t Dylan.
He disposed of the condom in a trash can on the side of the bed then kneeled on the mattress beside Charlie and Meredith. He wrapped his arms around both of them. Meredith turned her face in his biceps and nuzzled his arm. Charlie found his lips and kissed him, and Blaine tasted the three of them.
Blaine couldn’t help but compare this to his last threesome. That had been regret and shame. His and Meredith’s. This was contentment, fulfillment for all three of them. This was what he wanted forever to be.
* * *
Meredith woke slowly. It was still dark outside, but low, masculine murmurs told her she wasn’t the only one awake. She was on her side, loosely sandwiched between them. That was Blaine’s chest in front of her, not as broad as Charlie’s and smoother.
“She’s awake,” Blaine said.
Charlie kissed her shoulder. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”
She hadn’t thought that when Blaine had slipped out of her, but then they’d petted and cuddled her until she’d drifted off. She was still so content all she could say was, “Mmmm.”
“We waited for you,” Charlie said.
Because they needed her or because—
“We didn’t think you’d want to miss it.”
Charlie’s arm draped over her, and his fingers bisected Blaine’s chest. Blaine’s bare chest.
Her breath hitched. Her gaze followed Charlie’s fingers down Blaine’s sternum, over his belly button to the—she swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry—tip of Blaine’s very erect cock. Sure, she’d seen it when she’d touched it, when he’d fucked her. But it was different with Charlie’s hand on it. Sexier. Larger. Or was that her imagination? Charlie lightly circled it with his index finger. It bobbed as if ducking a punch. She tilted her head back to see Blaine’s expression. His lips were parted, his eyes half-closed.
Charlie’s own cock, nestled in the crevice of her ass, twitched and grew. His chest rose and fell against her back.
“Can I touch?” she whispered, not wanting to interrupt but to explore the slopes and valleys, the ridges and cuts of his body.
Blaine’s groan blended with Charlie’s. “Yes.”
She closed her eyes and memorized him. She learned his torso, where he was ticklish and what places seemed to have a direct connection to his cock. Everything she already knew about Charlie, she learned about Blaine.
The men’s scents combined, so similar and so different, and overlaid with the aroma of sex.
Charlie jostled her, disturbing her exploration. She was in the way. She should move. And she would. Soon. Just a few more passes.
Charlie kissed her neck and said, “I’ll be right back. Don’t stop.” He rolled away, and cool air replaced the heat of his body. She wiggled closer to Blaine, not so much for his warmth but because she yearned to taste him. She touched the tip of her tongue to one brown nipple, and his moan vibrated through the bed. But it wasn’t enough for her. She flattened her tongue against him and licked, delighting her taste buds with the full, complex flavor of his skin. Musky and fresh. Male. She licked down his chest to his belly and then swirled her tongue around the crown of his cock. It was muskier, salty.
Still on his side, he lifted his leg, giving her better access, and threaded his fingers through her hair. Was he afraid she’d leave something so delicious?
The mattress bounced, and she glanced up. Charlie was on his knees behind Blaine. She rolled Blaine onto his back and followed, settling between his legs so she could give his cock the attention it deserved. Without waiting any longer, she swallowed him. His raspy breathing stopped, and his hand tightened in her hair. Nonsensical words spewed from him.
Charlie chuckled. “Okay. That’s enough. I don’t want him coming before I’m done with him.”
She sucked hard as she slid to the tip then gave it one last kiss before she scooted back to make room for Charlie.
He took her place between Blaine’s legs and tipped a plastic bottle over his hand. A clear, thick liquid formed a puddle in the cup of his palm. Meredith was as mesmerized by his hand lubing his sheathed cock as she was by the idea that soon she would be watching them make love. She considered switching on the bedside lamp, but the dark room, faintly illuminated by the moonlight through the large window, was intimate. And maybe a little anonymous.
Once Charlie had prepared himself and Blaine, he surprised her by bracing himself over Blaine’s body and gently kissing him. Yes, they were making love, but she hadn’t expected such a loving gesture. Not from Charlie. As affectionate and tender as he was with her, she hadn’t expected to see that side of him with Blaine. She’d imagined something rougher, harder.
Charlie loved him. Had he hidden it before or had he simply not allowed himself the possibility? Blaine’s heart had been in his eyes from her first day at the ranch. Charlie’s was there now. It was the same look she saw when he made love to her. Her heart swelled.
Blaine clasped the back of Charlie’s head and ran his other hand up and down Charlie’s back. But it was their faces so close together that captivated her—Charlie’s beard against Blaine’s jaw, their eyelashes fluttering against each other’s skin, their firm masculine lips parted and sipping.
Charlie hooked his hand under Blaine’s knee and folded his thigh to his chest. Then, hovering above Blaine, Charlie locked his gaze on him. “If I screw up, stop me,” he murmured.
She scrambled to her knees and smoothed her fingers over the twin creases between his brows. Why was he so worried? Charlie was always so confident during sex. Did being with a man really change that? His uncharacteristic vulnerability touched her.
She kissed his shoulder. “Relax. You always know exactly what to do. Every. Single. Time.”
“She’s right,” Blaine said, his eyes never leaving Charlie.
“But this—” He didn’t finish the thought but kissed her, long and deep.
She reluctantly broke off the kiss and sat back on her heels. This wasn’t about her. It was about them, and she was in the way. She hadn’t meant to intrude. She’d just wanted to help.
Charlie pulled his hips back. Their cocks separated. Charlie paused then guided the crown between Blaine’s thighs and slowly disappeared inside. Charlie was concerned tension, from his lined forehead, to his thinned lips, to the bulging muscles of the arm bracing him, to the controlled drive of his hips and the flex of his feet. But with each inch fed, that tension evolved from worry to pleasure. His lips, those supple lips told the story. They relaxed, parted, curved.
When he was fully seated, he let out a long breath and asked in a strangled voice, “Good?”
“God, yes,” Blaine said, his expression full of all the wonder she was experiencing at watching these two men together. They were so beautiful. Charlie’s concern. Blaine’s devotion. Their passion. Their love for each other.
Charlie began the rhythm, tentatively at first, unsure. But with each stroke his confidence grew. Without breaking cadence, he grabbed her hand, placed it on Blaine’s lube-slick cock and curled her fingers tightly around it.
Blaine gasped. “Ah, fuck. Not fair.”
With her hand beneath Charlie’s, their fingers intertwined, they slipped up and down Blaine’s length, their rhythm matching the pulse of Charlie’s hips.
Blaine’s eyes closed, and he broke, his movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated. His warm seed erupted, coating his belly and chest and their hands.
Charlie gave one last hard, deep thrust, and she could see his orgasm in the ripple of his stomach muscles, the twitch of his hips and the release on his face. Still holding her hand, he slid it through Blaine’s come and collapsed on top of him, sandwiching her hand between their chests. She toppled onto her side and stretched out against them.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Meredith dumped her luggage, texted Charlie and Blaine that she was home, checked on Huggins and went straight to work because her house was unbearably empty. She dragged two of her Ph.D students to the office to discuss their theses. Next she walked across the hall to Rae’s office but it was empty, so she returned to her desk and tried to find a bug in the radiation transport code she was fine-tuning. She wasn’t making much progress, because her mind kept wandering. A knock on her open door saved her.
“Can you talk?” Rae asked.
“Of course,” Meredith said, grateful for the interruption. She grabbed the mouse and closed the program. “I’m not making any progress with this code.”
“I wanted to congratulate you on another exceptional camp.”
“Thanks,” Meredith said. “But I couldn’t do it without you. Your contacts and support are invaluable.”
Rae smiled. “And I see you took some time off. That’s twice in a month. I’m glad you’re taking my advice to heart.”
“You were right. I’ve enjoyed it.” That was the truth.
Meredith’s cell phone rang, and her heart leaped. It might be Charlie and Blaine. They’d said they’d call this evening, so it was probably too early. But she could hope.
Rae stood. “I’ll let you answer that. I just wanted to congratulate you on the camp.”
“Thanks again,” Meredith said. She waited until Rae had closed the door on her way
out before checking the cell display. Nikki.
She tried not to let the disappointment seep into her voice when she answered. “How’s my favorite sister?”
“Missing you. I thought I’d hear from you after camp was done.”
Meredith guiltily tried to remember the last time they’d talked, and finally came up with the Memorial Day party. Almost a month ago. Had it really been that long? “I’m sorry. I’ve been playing catch-up.” That sounded so lame. Her sister was a month away from giving birth, and Meredith wasn’t paying attention. She was the world’s worst sister.
“Uh-huh. So another month and we get to meet Mr. Catch-Up?”
“What?”
“You said we could meet him if he lasted three months.”
Fuck. She’d totally forgotten about that. And what about Blaine? Would he feel left out? Should she include him? Or would he want to keep his involvement on the down low? And that was assuming they were both still around in a month. She had a sneaking suspicion they would be. “Give or take,” she said. “We’ll have to work around Jake Junior’s arrival. Which reminds me. Please tell me you’ve come up with a name for my nephew.”
“No, and don’t change the subject.”
“Puh-lease. My nephew’s name is a lot more interesting than my love life.”
“Oh, no. I want to meet the man who’s managed to distract you from my life. I don’t care if you have to bring him to labor and delivery.”
Knowing Charlie, he’d take it all in stride. He’d probably read their feet to pass the time. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
“How about shopping and lunch Saturday?”
Her guilt grew exponentially. She’d told Charlie and Blaine she’d go back to the ranch for the weekend. She should cancel and spend time with her sister instead. But that would be rude, not to mention the fact that she didn’t want to cancel, which only fed her guilt a big bowl of ice cream with hot fudge and whipped cream. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
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