by Jess Dee
The three of them had spent the last twenty-odd hours in a frenzy of lovemaking, napping, showering, chatting, laughing and making love again. It had become a pattern over the last three weeks. Max would head back to Trev’s house after poker, and the three of them would spend the rest of the weekend in bed.
Trev wanted Max to come home with him every night, but work and commitments didn’t always make that possible. Hard as Max tried, he wasn’t able to make it over more than once or twice during the week. On those nights, all three of them shared Trev’s bed.
When Max wasn’t there, Trev shared his bed just with Grace. And a couple of times, when Max had spent the night but Trev had worked late, Max had shared Grace’s bed. Well, until Trev had gotten home, anyway.
Weekday mornings usually belonged to Max and Trev, since Grace had to be at the studio early.
It was complicated. But it worked. Beautifully. Just like Trev had known it would.
If he had even an iota of energy left now, he’d reach over and kiss Max, or Grace, whoever was closer. But honestly, Trev could hardly breathe, let alone move. Even the task of opening his eyes exhausted him.
He’d long since lost count of the number of times he’d come this weekend. He’d come in Grace’s pussy and her ass. He’d come in her mouth. He’d come in Max’s mouth too. And Max’s hand.
Most unbelievable of all was where Trev had come the last time the three of them had gathered up the energy to make love. He’d come—hell, he’d fucking exploded like a faulty gas casket—in Max’s ass. In Max’s freaking ass.
At Grace’s request.
Even now the memory left him breathless.
“I’ve given up every belief I’ve ever had about sex and relationships to be with you two,” Grace had told Max. “I’ve had to change my whole way of thinking, go against my parents’ values, just to make love with you both. It’s your turn to give a bit.”
Trev had watched, his dick growing as Max reluctantly acquiesced. As he’d hesitantly allowed Grace to convince him to do the one thing he had refused to do for two years.
Grace didn’t sit by idly and watch. No, not Grace. She’d spread herself on the bed and opened her legs to Max’s marauding tongue. At the same time, she’d lifted her head and helped herself to a mouthful of Max’s cock.
And with his two lovers lost to the wonderful world of mutual oral pleasure, Trev had sheathed his shaft, dabbed a generous dollop of lube on Max’s ass and eased himself, slowly—so fucking slowly it almost killed him—into Max’s hole.
Max had resisted, closed him out, but Grace’s mouth and words had coaxed him into relaxing, had coaxed him into letting Trev in, until finally, sweat running down his spine, Trev had seated himself fully inside Max. And Max’s moan of bliss had blown Trev’s mind.
His orgasm was the most powerful of the day. Of the month. Of his life. He’d thought he’d never be able to top the orgasm he’d had on the kitchen table, inside Grace with Max in his ass. He’d been wrong. The feel of Max’s channel tightening around him, clasping him, holding him in its velvety depths, had made Trev’s head spin. Coming in Max’s ass while Max came in Grace’s mouth, the sound of Grace’s cries filling the air… Dear God, the thought was enough to make Trev hard all over again.
Max may have resisted at first. He may even have experienced pain. But he’d come as hard as Trev, and Grace’s triumphant orgasm had sent them both over the edge completely.
Trev was a lost man. Lost to the wiles and the love of Max and Grace. After all they had experienced this last month, Trev knew he could never let them go. Either of them. He wanted them both, in his life, forever.
And from the soft sighs that Grace now emitted as Max kissed her—God knew where they found the strength—they were just as hooked. On each other, and on him.
“Gracie?” he asked when Max finally released her lips.
“Mm hmm?” She wound her fingers through Trev’s.
“You’re not still thinking of leaving, are you?”
Her laugh was a sweet tinkle in his ears. “Er, I kinda forgot all about that,” she told him.
Trev grinned up at the ceiling. “That’s good. Real good to hear, because I never want you to leave.” He closed his hand over Max’s thigh, needing to feel a connection to both Grace and Max. “I never want you to leave, either,” he said to Max.
Max froze. His thigh went rigid. “Trev—”
“We’re good together,” Trev interrupted. He’d been thinking about this for the last few days, hell, the last few weeks, and he needed to say it, needed to get it out in the open. “Real good together. All three of us. Fucking perfect, really.”
“I’ll say,” Grace agreed with a soft sigh.
Max nodded, but the muscle in his thigh did not relax.
“I love you. Both of you,” Trev told them. “But Max, I hate it when you leave in the morning. When I know you won’t be back that night. I just fucking hate it.”
Max was silent for a very long time. When he finally spoke, his voice was oddly toneless. “What are you suggesting, Trev?”
“I’m suggesting you don’t leave again. Move in with us. Live here with Gracie and me.”
“That is one freaking brilliant idea,” Grace enthused.
Max inhaled audibly. “Not real practical, is it?” he asked. “Where will I sleep? You have your bedroom, Grace has hers. That’s it. There are no more rooms in the house.”
Trev wrinkled his forehead. “Is that a trick question?” Wasn’t the solution perfectly obvious?
“Nah, mate. Just a logical one.”
Trev rolled onto his side so he could look at Max. He saw something he’d never seen in his lover’s eyes before. Insecurity. “You’ll sleep right here. In my bed. Next to me. Next to Grace.” Duh! “We can go shopping tomorrow and find a bed big enough for all three of us. If we can’t find one, we’ll have one custom made.”
Hope seemed to burn in Max’s gaze, right beside the insecurity. Trev’s heart tightened. “And you’ll put your clothes in my cupboard. Next to mine. We can find a place for all your furniture. We’ll rearrange mine and Gracie’s stuff and add yours. We can sell some things or put them in storage. We can do whatever we want, so long as we do it together. All three of us.”
Max looked at Trev. “You’re serious about this?”
“Deadly serious.”
Max looked at Grace. She didn’t hesitate. “I love the idea.”
“What about your parents? What would they say?” Max wanted to know.
This time she did hesitate. Her brow wrinkled. “They won’t say anything, because I won’t tell them. Not yet, anyway.”
“You’ll hide it from them?” Trev asked. “Something this big?”
Grace sighed. “I love my parents. I do. But they’re not ready to know about the decisions I’ve made and the lifestyle I’ve chosen here in Sydney. They’re not ready to hear about you two, and I’m not ready to tell them.”
“Will you ever be ready to tell them?” Trev asked.
“Maybe one day,” Grace answered noncommittally.
“Are you sure about us?” Max asked, voicing Trev’s concerns. If she wasn’t okay with telling her parents about them, was she okay with living with them?
Grace’s expression softened. The troubled look in her eyes dissipated and her cheeks practically glowed. “More sure than I’ve been about any other relationship I’ve ever had. You took me by surprise. Both of you. And I had to change my entire way of thinking, reassess all of my beliefs. But I wouldn’t change them back now for the world. I love you both.” She smiled then. “And I love that you love each other. I love how happy you are when you’re together. Trev, I love the way your face lights up when you see Max, and Max, I love the way the tension seems to vanish from your posture when you see Trev. But most of all, I love the way I feel when I’m with both of you,
and if you could both feel for me even a tenth of what I feel for you two, I would be a very, very happy woman.”
Trev’s heart expanded until he thought it might burst. “Ah, sweetheart, you have to know I love you enough to bet all my chips on you.”
“I love you too,” Max agreed instantly. “Hell, Gracie, with you in our lives, Trev and I will win every damn hand.”
Grace’s grin lit up the room. “So I love you two, you two love me, you love each other, and we’re going shopping for a bigger bed tomorrow. Tell me, Max, is there any reason in this entire world not to move in with Trev and me?”
Max studied her face for the longest time before he finally shook his head. “Not a single one I can think of.”
Trev’s heart lurched. “Does this mean… You’ll come live here? In the house?”
“Honestly?” Max asked.
Trev nodded. So did Grace.
“There is no place I’d rather live.” The insecurity in his eyes vanished. All Trev could see now was love shining from his gaze. Love, happiness and excitement.
“Then from this moment on, consider this house your home.” Trev leaned forward and planted a huge, mushy, celebratory kiss on his cheek. Then he planted a huge mushy kiss on Grace’s cheek. Then Grace kissed Max’s cheek. And Max kissed Trev. And Grace. But not on the cheek.
And then no one spoke again for a very, very long time.
About the Author
Once Jess discovered it was okay to leave the bedroom door open in her romance novels, she decided to leave everything open. Buttons, zips, pants, number of lovers... Which is why her books are all steamy erotic romances.
While Jess lived most of her life in South Africa, the last twelve years have been spent in Australia. From the fast-paced Sydney lifestyle to the laid-back islands and beaches, there’s always another gorgeous Aussie setting for a contemporary romance.
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Copyright © 2015 by Jess Dee
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