by Sarina Wilde
Greer moaned, flooding them with her sweetness as they worked her with their fingers and their tongues. As she fell apart under Liam’s efforts, Chas lifted his head to watch her. So pretty, her lips parted in a soundless O, her hands fisted in the sheets next to her.
God, he needed to fuck her. Right now.
As if sensing that, Liam moved to the side. “Make love to her, Chas. Let me help.”
Greer lay panting beneath them, her thighs splayed, her pink nipples tight. Chas positioned himself between her thighs, his own mouth going slack when Liam’s hand wrapped around his shaft and guided him to her opening. The feel of Liam’s calloused palm along with the liquid silk of Greer’s pussy at the tip of his dick was nearly his undoing.
“Fuck her, Chas,” Liam ordered.
He thrust into heaven. She gloved him with tight, liquid heat that left him nearly sobbing as he pumped. A couple of thrusts and then Liam was there, popping him out of Greer so he could take Chas in his mouth. Then he was back inside her, watching Liam tongue her clit and lick around where he was thrusting in and out of her body. Chas wanted it to last forever. Could it get any better? Liam sat back on his heels, his cock fisted in his own hand.
“You want me in your ass?”
Chas nearly blew his load right then and there. Just the thought of having Liam fill him while he was wrapped inside Greer’s tight, hot pussy was an incredible turn-on. As he blindly thrust in and out of her, he heard Liam pop the top on the lube, felt him position himself behind him.
He groaned when he felt the blunt head of Liam’s dick probing his opening. Trying to gain some control, Chas slowed his pumping to give Liam a chance to seat himself. As Liam slowly pushed inside his aching ass, Chas opened his eyes and met Greer’s hot, loving gaze.
He sobbed.
Impaled by Liam as he was also impaling Greer, Chas knew he’d never felt anything like this in his entire life. For a long moment, all three of them were still then Liam began to move, his thrusts forcing Chas in and out of Greer.
“You like this, baby?” Liam growled in his ear. “Is this what you needed?”
He couldn’t speak. All he could do was nod. As his lovers sandwiched him between them, Chas let the last of his tension dissipate, giving himself over to the incredible sensation of fucking and being fucked. His thrusts grew more hurried inside Greer, and he knew he couldn’t hold off coming for much longer.
Enough sanity remained he knew he should withdraw, and tried to do so, but Liam pressed him down and Greer opened her eyes to meet his. “Stay, Chas,” she murmured. “Come in me.”
Liam pounded him from behind, their balls slapping together as Chas thrust again and again inside Greer. With his orgasm boiling out of his nuts and into his shaft, he arched back and tightened, clamping down on Liam’s cock at the same time he shot his cum deep inside Greer. It seemed to go on forever, his jerking and coming.
Greer was climaxing again as well, her head twisting from side to side. Chas watched in amazement, feeling almost as if he were coming again as Liam cried out and climaxed deep in Chas’ ass. Liam rolled them to their sides, their bodies still joined and their breathing sounding harsh in the room. As his heartbeat calmed, Chas traced the lines of Greer’s face, bending to kiss her nose.
She’d let him finish inside her. Let him come inside her. Unprotected. He raised his gaze from where they were still tied together to meet hers.
“Why?” he asked.
It was Liam who answered. “I want this to be permanent, Chas. The three of us. Together. Greer’s agreed. What about you?”
He twisted his head and found Liam leaning over them. “I could get her pregnant.”
Greer touched his cheek, drawing his attention back to her. “That’s okay. We can do this. Have our own family.”
He dropped his head to hers and closed his eyes, so overcome with emotion he was afraid to even try to speak. He had watched Liam with Wyatt and loved Wyatt as his own. They’d sensed his buried desire to have a child, which blew him away. When he finally spoke, his voice was little more than a choked whisper.
“I love you. Both of you.”
Their arms cradled him. With them, it was okay to relax, okay to show the part of him that sometimes felt vulnerable or unsure. He pressed kisses on Greer’s cheeks. She had opened to them, letting both men know who she was, and they gave him the freedom to do the same.
“I love you,” Greer murmured. Liam grabbed Chas’ hair and turned his chin so he could kiss him long and hard.
* * * * *
By the end of the week, Wyatt had firmly attached himself to Greer, following her whenever he could and lending a not always so helping hand. She gave him a rag so he could help her dust, showed him how to use the vacuum cleaner, and finally plunked him in the den with a set of Legos and a Bob the Builder DVD while she did a speed-clean trip through the house.
Her days had been busy, but her nights even busier. Greer grinned as she began prepping vegetables for dinner. She wiggled just a little, feeling the butt plug nestled firmly in her ass. Liam had pulled her upstairs while Wyatt napped after lunch telling her he wanted her ready for tonight.
She shivered just a bit. She knew what the two of them had planned. All week they had taken turns with her, but never tried to double penetrate her. Tonight would be different, and she could barely stand the wait. Just thinking about having Chas buried in her pussy while Liam breeched her ass was enough to make her throb with desire.
She was just putting the veggies back in the fridge when Wyatt came in, fists rubbing his eyes and his lower lip sticking out.
“My mommy’s here.”
“Sweetie, she’s not…” Greer stopped as she looked out the window and saw Julie Carle pull in. The look on the woman’s face was as unpleasant as ever. All Greer could think was oh no. Wyatt clung to her.
“I wanna stay here,” he mumbled into her hip. She rested her hand on top of his dark curls and stroked.
“Why don’t you go back in the den, Wyatt. I’ll talk to your mom. She needs to talk to your daddy first anyway.”
She hated the relief on the little boy’s face as he darted back through the open door, away from his mother. Greer frowned. That just didn’t seem right to her. A three-year-old shouldn’t be avoiding his mother.
Julie entered the house without even bothering to knock. When she spotted Greer, her expression could only be described as condescending.
“Is Wyatt ready? I don’t see his things. Take care of getting them to the car.” She looked around. “Where’s Liam?”
Greer decided to tackle the last question first. “Liam is in his studio. Perhaps you should speak with him first before you go.”
Julie Carle arched a perfectly plucked brow. “Are you suggesting I need his permission to take my son anywhere? Don’t you think you’re getting just a little above yourself? What are you, the maid? The nanny?”
It was so tempting to look at the other woman and simply tell her the truth. She was living with both men in the house in every sense of the word, and they’d listen to her a hell of a lot faster than they would Julie Carle.
“Both. I’ll be happy to get Wyatt’s things ready while you speak to Liam.”
God she needed this woman to leave so she could get Wyatt’s things packed, but also so she could try to calm the boy. Greer had the feeling things would go downhill very quickly with his mother if he voiced any of his reluctance to leave in front of her.
“All right, but I must leave here in ten minutes. I have to drop Wyatt at home and get to my manicure appointment.”
She huffed her way out of the house, and Greer sagged against the counter for an instant.
“Did she leave? Can I stay?”
Greer took a deep breath and put a smile on her face as she turned toward Wyatt. “She’s gone to talk to your daddy. Why don’t you come help me get your things together?”
“No.” His lip was stuck out and his chin trembling.
Greer scooped h
im up and hugged him close. “You’ll be here next weekend, sweetie.”
He sniffed. “I wanna stay wif you.”
Greer knew there would be no arguing with him. Her only hope lay in distracting him. As they entered his room, he asked, “Who’s gonna check for monsters?”
“Oh, baby.” Greer knelt next to him and cradled his face in her hands. “I’ll tell you what. Give me your teddy bear. I’ll make him a monster protection deputy.”
“What’s that?” His tone was filled with suspicion.
“His job starts when you go to sleep.” Greer sat and patted the rug next to her. “Sit and I’ll explain.”
Wyatt crossed his legs and stared at her. “Okay.”
“Here’s how it works.” From her pocket she pulled a small pen knife and cut a seam in the bear’s foot.
“Why you giving him a boo-boo?”
Greer smiled. “I’m not. I’m giving him an operation, like Chas does at the hospital.”
“Oh.”
Digging in her pocket again, she pulled out a shiny quarter.
“What’s that?”
“A super power microchip. I’m going to slip it right in here and sew him together so it will be inside him when he needs to call on his monster crushing powers.”
“What you going to sew him with?”
“This.” A lean hand extended into her range of vision to offer her a curved suture needle. Greer looked up, feeling slightly embarrassed until she saw the tender look on Chas’ face.
“Thanks.” She took the needle and stitched the bear shut. After tying the thread and cutting it, she handed the needle back to Chas. He lifted the bear’s foot and grinned.
“Pretty good job there, Doctor.”
“Not as good as you did on me.”
“Well, naturally. I had to spend several hundred thousand dollars to learn how to sew that well.”
“Can I see?”
Greer handed the bear to Wyatt. “Of course you can. Put your hand on his foot. If you squeeze it, you can feel the power chip inside so you’ll always know he’s on the job and ready to defend you.”
Wyatt did what she suggested, his blue eyes going wide.
“Just do that every night when you go to bed, and he’ll know it’s time to go to work.”
Wyatt’s little chest puffed. “I not scared now. Teddy help me.”
“That’s right. Now can you help me get your things together?” Greer cast a glance at Chas. “Is she waiting on us?”
He nodded. “That’s why I came up here. Why don’t I give you a hand?”
While Greer packed Wyatt’s clothes, Chas helped him gather toys. The teddy bear stayed out where Wyatt could carry it. Chas carried the bags since Wyatt had latched onto Greer’s hand with a grip a lot stronger than she’d thought possible. Her heart squeezed for Liam’s son.
Julie Carle waited in the kitchen near the back door, her foot tapping as she glanced at her watch. “Good heavens! If it takes you this long to pack a few clothes, no wonder this house is such a mess.”
“That’s enough, Julie,” Liam growled. The dark scowl on his face lifted as he squatted next to his son. “I’ll pick you up next Friday, baby.”
Wyatt nodded, his chin wobbling a little. “I’na stay, Daddy,” he whispered.
Greer bit her lip. Liam’s expression looked stricken, his throat working as he tried to smile. “It’s just a few days. You be good for Mommy, okay?”
He nodded. Liam picked him up to carry him out to the car, but Wyatt reached for Greer.
“Hug,” he said.
She smiled at him, taking his sturdy body from Liam so she could hold him tight and whisper in his ear, “Don’t forget. Squeeze Teddy’s foot every night.”
He nodded and gave her a toad strangling hug around her neck before holding out his arms for Liam. Greer stayed in the kitchen as Chas and Liam went out to Julie’s car. While she watched them get Wyatt and his belongings squared away, Greer frowned. Something just wasn’t right there.
Liam listened to Chas’ story of the teddy bear with the superpower implant and felt a warmth in his chest he’d thought Julie had once again managed to eradicate with her harping, first on him and Chas and now Greer. He’d listened to his ex-wife’s bitching for as long as he could before he’d finally told her to shut up.
That’s when she’d opened fire with the possibility she would be getting engaged and remarried soon. They would be moving to Lexington. Certainly not the end of the world, but it would make visitation more difficult. He was adjusting to that idea when she let slip she was considering asking for a change in custody arrangements to further restrict his access to Wyatt.
“On what grounds?” Liam had snapped, goaded beyond politeness.
“Your current living arrangement. You and your lover aren’t setting a good example for a little boy.”
“Christ, now I’ve heard everything! You’re not exactly the poster child for motherly virtues. Wyatt had nightmares the first three nights he was here. Greer’s managed to calm him to the point they’ve stopped, but I’m sure that won’t last once you take him home.”
“He doesn’t need to be babied.”
“He is a baby, Julie, not a convenience you can simply trot out when it suits you. He needs time and attention, and I seriously doubt he gets either from you.”
They’d argued all the way back to the house. Liam had been somewhat relieved to find Wyatt and Greer weren’t yet downstairs. His son certainly didn’t need to see or hear the animosity.
Now, hearing how Greer had handled Wyatt’s fears, Liam rubbed the back of his neck and stared out over fields shimmering in the summer heat. “I’ve got to find some way of getting him away from Julie, Chas. She’s planning on getting engaged to a guy in Lexington and making noises about limiting my access.”
“Marry Greer and sue for full custody.”
Liam started to laugh when he realized from Chas’ expression he was serious.
“What about you?”
“What about me? This is an excellent solution. We’re already living together, we want it to stay that way, and we love each other. You remarrying would end the rumors about the two of us. It would put you in a power position to ask for full custody…”
“What about the complaint against you?”
Chas sliced a hand through the air. “That’s not going away no matter what.”
Liam stared at him, loving the way the sun glinted off his blond curls. “You’re part of this, Chas. It’s the three of us, and that’s only if Greer agrees. If she doesn’t, you know the two of us are still solid, right?”
Chas nodded. “I love you, Liam. I love Greer. She loves us. I didn’t expect those feelings to develop so quickly, but they did. We have to make this work. Right now, you’re the one with the property and the son. Marriage to you makes sense.”
“And what about you? You’ve fucked her all week without any protection. What if you get her pregnant?”
“Let’s cross that bridge when we get to it. Right now, we need to think about Wyatt.”
Liam mulled the idea over. They had already agreed they wanted their threesome to be permanent. Certainly marriage would have come up at some point.
“She needs to know we love her, that we want her for her, not just because it’s convenient.”
Chas laid a hand on Liam’s chest. “That’s a given, but you’re right. We need to make sure she knows.”
“When do you want to propose?”
Chas grinned. “Tomorrow night? Let’s leave our plans for this evening in place.”
Liam’s cock stirred as he thought of both of them fucking her at the same time. Did she still have the butt plug in he’d inserted at lunch time? When he heard Chas chuckle, Liam looked down to see his cock was a solid, very visible ridge inside his worn jeans.
“If you want to step into the barn for a minute, I can take care of that for you.”
“Christ, yeah.”
They strolled to the barn, duck
ing inside the tack room. As soon as the door was shut, Chas pushed Liam against it and locked lips with him. Neither one of them had shaved, so their beards rasped together as their mouths opened for each other. Liam’s hands slammed on either side of Chas’ ass, pressing him against his straining cock.
He pushed Chas away from their kiss, hands going to his own belt buckle. “Suck me, Chas. I’ve been thinking all day about both of us doing Greer, but right now, let me feel that sweet tongue of yours.”
Chas grinned as he dropped to his knees in front of him and yanked his jeans to his ankles. “I love it when you go commando, Liam.”
“Put it in your mouth.”
Liam’s head slammed back against the door when Chas grasped his cock and buried it down his throat until his lips were on Liam’s sac. He had no idea how Chas did that, but the sensation of being swallowed was nearly enough to make him come. He stroked his fingers through Chas’ hair while he pumped his hips in a slow, lazy motion.
“I love your mouth on me, Chas, but I really want your ass. Bend over the saddle tree and let me fuck you.”
While Chas undressed, Liam finished kicking away his pants and pulling his shirt off. His cock bobbed stiff and straight as he crossed the dimly lit room. Chas had bent over, his arms across the saddle. The first guy Liam had fucked had been right in this room, two inexperienced teenagers more curious than anything else. He’d nearly forgotten all about it until he experienced it again in a threesome.
Now it was Chas and what a sight that was, long, tan legs, a muscular ass. As he approached, he kissed the length of his spine, parted his cheeks with his hands so he could lick his hole. Once Chas was moaning and squirming, Liam reached around and caught the silky length of Chas’ engorged cock.
“Want me to jerk you off while I fuck you?”
“Yeah.”
Liam pressed his dick between Chas’ cheeks, seeking entrance. Once he was seated in that incredibly tight channel, both men were panting. Slowly, achingly slowly, Liam drew out almost to the tip then plunged forward again. As he repeated the action again and again, Chas grunted.