by Sarina Wilde
“You realize my father’s an attorney? Maybe it’s something we should discuss when we go over there tonight for dinner.”
Chas laughed without humor. “Wonderful. That’s the type of impression I really want to make. Hi, Liam and I are your daughter’s lovers. We’re planning on a three-way marriage and oh, by the way, can you help me get out from under the sexual harassment lawsuit filed against me?”
Greer knew protesting wouldn’t convince him, so she just smiled. “Let’s play it by ear. Meet him, talk to him. It’s just a suggestion, all right?”
Chas nodded. “Sorry, I’m just in a really shitty mood after spending the last couple of hours with the chief of surgery and the hospital board.” He stepped away from both of them and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. “I just can’t help feeling there’s something else going on here I haven’t quite put my finger on yet.”
He turned back to Greer. “What time do we go to your parents’?”
“Seven.”
He grinned at them both. “Either of you—or both—up to a little skinny dipping in the pool?”
Chas desperately wanted to get his mind off everything to do with the hospital and the problems facing him there. Right now that meant sex. He wanted Liam and Greer both, wanted them to take him so completely he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else.
“I’ll get the towels…and a few other things,” Liam growled. Chas looked at Greer then laughed. She had already pulled her shirt over her head, her pert breasts gleaming in the afternoon sunlight.
“Take your time,” Chas called after Liam and stepped toward her. “Need some help?”
She smiled wickedly. “Mmm. You may remove my shorts.”
“Any special way you’d like that done?”
“With your teeth?” Greer giggled.
He was so on board. Chas pulled out a kitchen chair, sat and pulled her between his spread thighs, licking his way to the snap at her waist. Her skin was as smooth as a flower petal and she smelled just as sweet. Breath panting between his lips, he pulled the zipper with his teeth then licked what he’d bared. She mewled and arched into him. Chas rested his forehead against her belly.
“I love you so much, Greer. You and Liam are exactly what I need.”
Impatient now, he used his hands, sliding them inside the back of her shorts and over her rounded ass cheeks. A push, and shorts and panties slipped down her thighs and dropped to the floor. Chas kept his hands on the gentle flare of her hips and leaned back so he could take her in.
“So, so pretty, sweetie. You make my cock ache.”
She pressed her fingers over his mouth. “Wait, Chas.”
Liam reappeared with towels and a plastic bag. When Chas raised his brows in inquiry, Liam laughed. “Pool toys.”
Chas snorted. “Yeah, I’ll bet.”
Liam grabbed Greer and hustled her out, whispering in her ear and leaving Chas to follow behind them, feeling distinctly overdressed in his scrubs. In addition to fetching towels—and God only knew what kind of “toys”—Liam had used the time to strip. So now he had two beautiful asses just a few feet in front of him, and what he’d thought was his dick aching just a little while ago was nothing compared to the heavy throbbing now from his cock through his balls.
Liam opened the gate and let Greer go through, then turned, blocking Chas’ way. “I know you’re looking to get out your frustrations,” he said. “Trust me. Do what I tell you. We’ll both take care of you, man. We love you. When we’re done, you’ll feel better.”
Liam held his gaze until Chas nodded. What choice did he really have? He needed some relief from the hard-on tenting his scrubs and already leaking pre-cum, but he also needed to be able to turn loose of all the frustration and anger inside him. Liam had never let him down, never done anything to hurt him, even if it sometimes seemed like torture. Liam stepped out of the way, patting Chas on the ass as he passed.
Greer had taken two of the towels and spread them on the double lounge cushion stretched out on the deck. She waved him over, but instead of letting him strip, she stopped him. “Let me.”
“Gladly.”
Her hands slithered beneath the cotton scrub shirt, caressing his ribs and his back. She chuckled. “You’ll have to bend over so I can take your shirt off.”
She pulled it free, tossing it aside and running her fingers over his shoulder muscles. As her hands gently squeezed, he realized how truly tense he was and groaned.
“Patience, big boy,” Greer soothed. “Let me get those pants off then you can stretch out. We’ll do a little massaging.”
The word alone was nearly enough to make him come. She slid his scrubs off, carefully setting his phone and his pager on the table before tugging him down with her on the cushion. Chas looked around for Liam and found him unpacking his bag of toys. Massage oil, lube and now he was getting to the toys. Chas’ cock twitched in anticipation.
“How do you want me?” he murmured.
Greer smirked. “Every way I can think of, but for now you can lie on your tummy.”
He was used to Liam taking charge, but Greer in that role was new. His stomach fluttered. Then she touched him, pulling his arms next to his sides and beginning the most glorious massage of his life. While Greer worked on his shoulders, his arms and his back, Liam massaged oil into his calves, slowly working his way along his thighs to his ass.
“Oh Christ,” he moaned softly. “I love you both.”
“Shh.” Greer leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Relax. We’re just getting started.”
They were? He already felt like melted butter. Horny, melted butter, but still so relaxed he was afraid he might ooze through the cushion. The crap he’d brought home with him evaporated. Fingers slipped between the crack of his ass and his cock stiffened again. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t completely melted butter.
“Roll over, Chas,” Liam ordered. “It’s time to pay a little attention to the front of you.”
They started again—Liam at his feet working his way up, and Greer at his shoulders working her way down. Chas closed his eyes and simply lost himself in the sensations as they kneaded and stroked every bit of the tension from him, replacing it with the tingle of sexual awareness.
Greer’s lips brushed his, tugging at his lower lip and sucking it into her mouth. She nipped him slightly at the same time Liam’s hands stroked his cock and balls. The tightening pressure of a cock ring constricted him. Immediately his dick throbbed and swelled even more.
“Suck him, Greer,” Liam growled. “Bend your legs, Chas. I still have one more place to massage.”
Oh God. Anticipation made him moan as Greer’s mouth moved from his down over his chest and belly to his dick. When her lips closed around him he gasped then gasped again as Liam’s lubed finger slid around his anus. He tightened for just a moment in anticipation, feeling the pressure of Liam pushing into him. First one finger, then before he really even had time to adjust, a second one slid in. Both deeply enough to begin the slow, steady pressure against his prostate Liam knew would drive him mad.
Greer’s tongue teased him, lapping the pre-cum leaking from him in a steady stream. “Please, Liam,” he begged, not really sure if he was begging him to stop or begging him to let him come.
“Come here, baby,” Liam murmured to Greer. “Pick the toy you want and lube it. You can play first.”
Chas met Liam’s dark gaze. All he saw there was love and the knowledge Liam would make this good, make him forget what a really lousy day it had been. “Kiss me, Liam,” he muttered. “Please.”
That face he loved so much it sometimes hurt leaned over him, dark eyes flashing, then their mouths devoured each other. As Liam’s tongue explored, Chas felt a steady push against his asshole. He pulled his legs up more and felt the ridged toy slip deep inside him. Liam continued to kiss him while Greer stroked and twisted the toy until all he could do was whimper with the need to come.
Chas opened his eyes when Liam quit kissing him. H
e was watching what Greer was doing. Liam leaned back, stroking his own cock and smiling slightly. Chas wanted to suck him, wanted Liam to stick his cock right in his mouth and fuck him like Greer was fucking his ass with that damn toy. He started to imagine her sliding her pussy over his cock at the same time…
Liam grabbed Chas’ cock, pulling on his nuts. “No! We’re not through. No coming yet.” Chas nodded, his heart beating double time and his breathing ragged. “Take the toy out and put a butt plug in instead. That will keep him loose, but not so overstimulated.”
While Greer switched out toys, sliding in a plug that stretched him without pressing so hard on his prostate, Liam was tying him up.
“Christ, Liam! What are you doing?”
“Getting you ready so you can watch.” He tied him spread-eagled, then tightened the cock ring as if to make sure Chas wouldn’t accidentally come. A mixture of fear and anticipation rushed through him. Once Liam had tested the bonds to make sure they’d hold, he motioned to Greer.
“Come here, baby.”
Chas’ eyes widened as Liam scooted next to him, where he would have a perfect view, and then settled Greer in between his splayed thighs. She leaned back into him and he tilted her chin for a long, leisurely kiss. While his lips played with hers, his hands slipped lower, one stopping to tweak a nipple and fondle her breast, the other sliding to the strip of dark curls right above the pink puffiness of her glistening pussy lips.
“Spread your legs, baby,” Liam murmured just loud enough so he would be able to hear too. “Show Chas how much you want to play.” His fingers slid along the honey coating her, his long middle finger penetrating her. Liam began pumping back and forth, the heel of his hand rubbing against her clit. Chas’ breathing accelerated as he watched the expressions of pleasure ebbing and flowing across her face. She drew her legs up, dainty feet braced on Liam’s thighs as her first climax washed over her.
Chas’ cock throbbed and his hands clenched and unclenched with the need to grab hold of his shaft and stroke it until he shot cum all over them.
“Please,” he whimpered. “Please let me…let me just taste.”
Liam laughed. “Not yet.”
He turned Greer around, this time so her little heart-shaped derriere faced Chas. Liam grinned at him, for a moment looking as wicked as the devil, then slowly spread her ass cheeks so her little brown hole stared at him.
“You want to watch me fuck her? Should I do her pussy or her ass for you, Chas?”
He licked his lips. He wanted to run his tongue down the cleft, circle her sweet little ass, pushing inside while he fingered her.
“How about I do both?” Liam winked at him, then guided his cock inside her pussy. They were close enough to Chas he could see how her juices coated his shaft while he pumped back and forth. Greer moaned and Liam chuckled. “Not yet, baby. I want you to come again while I’m in your ass.”
He withdrew, his dick dripping with her honey, and pressed forward again, this time against the tight pucker of her ass. Liam held her cheeks apart as his swollen head pushed slowly in. Greer moaned and cried out when Liam’s cock finally plunged all the way.
“You like the view, Chas?” He pumped in and out for several minutes before withdrawing and smacking her ass. “Give him a taste of your honey, Greer, while I clean up, then we’ll both fuck him.”
Chas was a starving man, and he was about to get his first meal in a century. When Greer straddled his face, he lapped at her like a man who’d been without for so long he’d forgotten what food tasted like, and she fed him. So much sweetness there between her thighs, like honey straight from the hive. He cursed with the need to be able to slide his fingers inside her hot pussy and instead stabbed her with his tongue. She rewarded him with a gasp and a quick climax.
“Climb on his cock, Greer, facing him.”
Once she’d sheathed him, he felt Liam pull the butt plug from Chas’ ass and begin lubing him with his fingers once again. In just a moment, his dick was there, pushing in so he could fuck him while Greer took his cock. Her breasts jiggled as she bounced on him. Liam brought the flat of his palm down and cracked Chas on the ass.
That was it. That was all it took. Already stimulated almost beyond endurance, he began pumping what felt like rope after rope of hot cum inside Greer. As he did, Liam pummeled his ass, thrusting deep and filling him to overflowing. Chas arched and did something he’d never done before during sex, he passed out.
Chapter Fourteen
“Is he all right?” Greer whispered, slipping off Chas’ limp body and staring over her shoulder at Liam.
“Yeah. I think it’s just an overdose of pleasure.” Liam untied him, stretching his long limbs out.
Greer stretched out next to Chas, relieved when his long lashes fluttered a moment later, and he turned muddled blue eyes on her. When he smiled, she stroked his cheek. “You okay?”
He nodded and covered her hand with his. Chas’ glance slid to Liam and back to her. “Thank you.”
She buried her face against his chest and just held him. A heartbeat later, Liam was on his other side, holding them both.
“I needed that. Thank you,” Chas whispered again, his voice ragged.
They didn’t talk, just stroked and petted for a few minutes before Liam announced he was going in the pool. Chas joined him while Greer sat on the edge, swinging her legs in the water. Both men played, swimming and dunking each other, their laughter echoing over the water and around the grounds. Chas was back to his normal self, smiling and laughing.
Chas was their equalizer. When he was out of balance, they were all out of balance. He had been there for her so much, helping her through her panic, knowing she could return the favor gave her a weird sense of fulfillment.
“Join us,” he called with a wave.
She shook her head. “I’m going to pick up out here and grab a shower. Don’t forget we have to be at my parents’ at seven.”
They waved and began pounding each other with a plastic ball. Greer shook her head and gathered everything but two towels.
By the time she finished her shower, she heard them downstairs in the kitchen. Their laughter carried up the stairs. Going to the closet in the next room, she pulled out a form-fitting sundress. She paused. The scars on her back and arms would be visible, and she realized it didn’t matter. After zipping it, she slipped her feet into low-heeled sandals and ran her fingers through her short hair, spiking it again.
Liam and Chas burst into the room with apologetic grins. “Give us just a couple of minutes,” Chas assured her. “We’ll be ready.”
As she waited, nerves set in. Her mother wasn’t who worried her—much. It was her dad. His free shot comment still bothered her. She offered a silent prayer all three men would be on their best behavior.
“Ready?”
Greer spun around from the window over the sink. Liam and Chas were both in snug jeans and polo shirts. They looked good enough to eat. “I’m ready. You guys look great.”
Liam smiled at her. “Thanks, but I don’t think you’re quite ready yet.”
“Why?”
Chas pulled the ring box from his pocket and grinned as he went on one knee in front of her. “Give me your hand.”
She held it out, amazed to find it trembling—again. She’d already been asked and accepted, but the look in Chas’ eyes made it new. Greer felt her cheeks flame as Chas slid the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly. Greer blinked several times as she stared at the sparkling stones. Chas brought her fingers to his lips and kissed the back of her hand.
“We’re going to love you so well, Greer. Don’t be nervous. We’ll make sure your parents know that too.”
They walked on either side of her, making her feel tiny—and protected. She looked at Chas and got a reassuring smile. From Liam she got a wink and a wicked lopsided grin. The front door opened and her father stepped out. His usual smile of welcome was missing. Greer’s stomach flipped.
“Chin up,” Chas whispere
d.
“Hi, Daddy. You remember Chas and Liam.”
“I do.” Her father’s measuring stare went from one to the other before settling on her. “Come in. Your mother’s in the kitchen if you’d like to join her.”
Wow. That was subtle. She nodded, glancing over her shoulder at Chas and Liam. They both smiled at her, and she felt her tension ease. They weren’t boys. Both were talented men, confident in their careers, even if Chas was going through a rough spot.
Greer went into the kitchen and hugged her mom. “Did he have to start the interrogation as soon as we walked in the door?”
Her mom laughed. “Better to get it out of the way. And, sweetie, if your guys are worthy of you, like I think they are, they’ll more than survive.”
Greer took a half-step back and held out her hand. Her mother stared for an instant, grabbed her hand, and looked at her with eyes welling with tears. “When did this happen?”
“The night I came over here. They had it all planned out when I got home. I didn’t tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise.”
Her mother glanced out the back window, where her father stood in his garden, talking to both of them. “Which one?”
“Liam, officially. Since he has Wyatt, we thought that was best.”
“Is Chas all right with that?”
“Yes, but…” Greer hesitated, not really wanting to spread his troubles out there, but she knew her father could help—if he would.
Her mother tilted her head. “But what?”
“Oh, Mom—a resident at the hospital has filed a sexual harassment suit against him.”
Her mother glanced outside. “They appear to be talking. That’s a good sign. Your father’s listening too—another good sign.”
Greer stood next to her, wishing she could be outside so she could hear what was being said. “Mom, are you really all right with this?”
Her mother wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into her side, leaning her head on hers. “It may be unconventional. But remember, I have seen it work and work very well.” She turned Greer to face her. “After your accident, after I got past just being thankful you were alive, I was so worried about you. It wasn’t just the physical scarring. I began to wonder if you would ever be whole again, ever be the happy, confident woman you had been growing into.”