Muscling In

by Lily Harlem

  “Shh…” Ed rubbed his nose against the tip of mine. “You know we’ll look after you, right.”

  “Yes.”

  “There’s no two men in the world who could look after you better.”

  “Yes, I know.”

  “In every sense of the word.”

  Coben breached my sphincter, slipping a finger into my dark passage.

  I sucked in a breath.

  “We’ve got you,” Ed said. “We’ll make it so good. Shh…”

  I jerked and rested heavier on Ed.

  “Good girl.” Coben kissed my shoulder. “Let me in.” He added another finger and went deeper.

  It was so tight, compared to last night when my pussy wasn’t stuffed with Ed’s cock. Would this work?

  “Move,” Coben instructed. “Work yourself up for it.”

  I began to fuck Ed, riding him, grinding my clit on his body.

  He groaned and slid one hand up my back and wrapped his fingers around my nape. It was a possessive, controlling hold that, combined with Coben’s fingers in my ass, was nearly my undoing.

  “Oh God, I want to come,” I moaned.

  “In a minute, when we’re both inside you.” Ed’s voice held a note of tension now. I had the feeling it wouldn’t take much to tip him over the edge and join me in a race to climax.

  Coben added another finger. The nip of pain radiated through me and heightened my senses further. “Fuck me,” I demanded, looking over my shoulder. “Now, I need you.”

  “Yes.” He suddenly pulled out.

  My ass felt empty and I stilled, not wanting to continue without Coben attached to us both.

  “Get in her.” Ed demanded.

  “I am.”

  The cool tip of his dick touched my entrance. I breathed out and bore down, waiting for him to enter me.

  “That’s it,” he said, gripping my hips. “This is what you’ve been waiting for, babe.”

  “Give it to me.”

  Ed pulled me in for a wild, tongue-thrusting kiss.

  Coben eased forward on a thick, steady ride into my back passage.

  I squirmed and gasped, struggled to take him. I wanted to say stop. I wanted to shout for more. It was so much. It was everything I wanted.

  “Ah fuck…” Ed gasped, breaking the kiss and looking over my shoulder. “I can goddamn feel your cock, Cobe, through her. Fucking awesome.”

  “Yeah…” Coben said. He reached full depth, the root of his cock stretching my sphincter almost impossibly wide. “Awesome.” He groaned, long and guttural, and his chest connected with my back. The groan vibrated through me, juddering into my lungs.

  My breath hitched onto Ed and for a moment we all froze. Buried deep, both men sandwiched me. I’d never felt so stuffed full of cock, so invaded, so desired and needed. An orgasm was hovering. It was a mere whisper away.

  I sucked in breath, carefully. Every nerve in my body was on high alert. I imagined for a moment that I was made of china. That my climax was crystal. It was shimmering within reach…

  “I fucking love you so much,” Coben whispered, his lips moving against my shoulder. “So fucking much.”

  “I love you too,” I said, fisting the pillowcase by Ed’s ear.

  “And I love you,” Ed added, stroking across my head and onto Coben’s.

  For a split second I wondered if Coben had been speaking to me, or Ed or both of us. Had Ed been speaking to Coben or me or both of us? But thoughts soon scuttled from my mind. Coben pulled out, then eased back in.

  “Ah, yeah,” I murmured against Ed’s lips. “Fuck yeah…”

  “Tell me about it…” He groaned.

  “Jesus,” Coben murmured. “This is unreal.”

  “Quit talking and fuck me,” I demanded, rising off Ed, then sinking back down. Coben buried deeper in my ass at the same time.

  We all moaned. My nipples scraped against Ed’s hairy chest. It felt like they’d penetrated me to the core. They couldn’t get any deeper. My asshole stung. My pussy was stretched taut. Every sensation added to a kaleidoscope of deliciousness.

  I upped the speed, controlling both of them as I rose and fell on Ed. Coben matched me, sinking to the hilt each time I took Ed to the root.

  The air around us heated, and my skin tingled. My clit was being rubbed against Ed and the pressure was building in my cunt. I knew release would soon devour me.

  “Ah, yeah, faster,” Ed said on a long moan. “Faster, both of you. Oh God, more…”

  “I’m going…to come,” I panted. The last steps of my build to climax were within reach. Soon the point of no return would be upon me. I dragged in a deep breath and held it.

  “Yes, yes,” Coben said, the front of his thighs hitting the back of mine as he spooned me and tunneled deep. “Yes, ah fuck…come with me.”

  “Fuck…” Ed groaned, his fingers digging into my shoulder. “I can’t…”

  I allowed my climax to take control. The last few seconds to the overspill of pleasure were blissful and spun me into a new dimension where lights flashed and thoughts collided. As I unraveled, my pussy spasmed around Ed’s cock. My ass contracted and squeezed Coben’s dick. I continued to rub my clit on Ed, adoring the control I had over that moment despite being the one who was penetrated.

  I huffed out my held-in breath. Ed captured my mouth in a slick kiss and moaned through his release.

  Coben gripped my shoulders and unleashed his climax in three sharp thrusts. The sound of him coming sent more tremors of bliss though my pussy and ass. I could feel his shaft pulsing, ecstasy pouring from him and into me.

  “Oh God, ah yeah,” he moaned as his frantic thrusts eased. “Oh fuck, I’m in Heaven, Sian…Edward…”

  “Cobe.” Ed reached for his shoulder and gripped it. “We’ve got you.”

  Coben let out a long, low moan and flopped onto me.

  I was trapped between him and Ed. The breath squashed from me.

  I groaned.

  Coben slid from my ass.

  Ed shifted, slipped from my pussy and eased me to the bed, cradled against his side.

  Coben dropped over Ed, their chests pressing together.

  “You all right, mate?” Ed asked, pushing Coben’s hair from his face with his free hand.

  Coben looked dazed, his eyes glassy. “Yeah.” He smiled. “Never better.” He set a kiss on Ed’s mouth, then reached for me and swept his lips over mine. “Just a bit high from that fucking awesome fuck.”

  It had been awesome, and intense and wild, and frantic and deep. I’d never forget it. I clenched my ass and pussy, felt the dampness of cum there.

  “Shit, Ed, we forgot the condom,” I said, a wave of panic rippling through me and undoing my relaxed state.

  “It’s okay.”

  “It’s not, I—” I’d only ever not used a condom with Coben. I was on the pill but still…

  “Medical before I went on my last mission and yeah, the bastard doc swabbed for everything. It’s the way they work. I’m clean as a whistle, baby, maybe not in mind but definitely in body.” He smoothed my hair in that way he’d started doing. It was both calming and comforting and made me feel like his absolute priority when he did it with his attention on me.

  “You think I would have let anything risk you?” Coben asked.

  “Well, I don’t know, in the heat of the moment.”

  “I know how these medicals go,” Coben said. “It’s all good. We’re a safe threesome.”

  “Threesome,” I repeated.

  “Threesome,” Ed echoed.

  “I kind of like that…but…” Coben trailed off.

  “But what?” I asked.

  “I feel like I’m being selfish. I love Sian, my wife, with everything that I am, but you, Edward, there is love between us too. I’m the one having my cake and eating it.”

  “Maybe,” I said. “But I think we can safely say Ed and I are having fun too. Definitely some cake eating going on.” I giggled.

  “I can’t believe my fucki
ng luck.” Ed pulled me closer and stroked Coben’s shoulder. “The only man I’ve ever had feelings for and a seriously amazing woman who,” he paused, “understands this…us and my work, what it means. I honestly never thought I’d have this moment.” He looked between us. “And I’m not going to deny I’m hoping for more. More of this, more of being with you two, more of being accepted.”

  “And being able to work without worrying about home, what emotional trauma you’ve left behind,” I added.

  “Exactly.” He smiled at me. “See you get it.”

  I stroked his cheek, my fingertips catching on his stubble. “Yes, I do. That’s the difference now. We have each other, Coben and I, when you’re not here.”

  “I don’t want you to go,” Coben said. “No, no, I don’t mean that I don’t want you to go to work. I would never ask you to give that up. It’s who you are. But when you’re in the UK, on leave. Be with us.”

  “Yes. That’s what we want.” I looked at Coben. His expression reflected the same need I knew was in mine. “We care, Ed. We care a lot.”

  Ed squeezed us both closer. “I’m a lucky guy.”

  “We’re all lucky,” I said. “Lucky to have found each other.”

  “Lost and found,” Coben corrected.

  “You sure I’m not just muscling in between you?” Ed asked, flexing his biceps and shifting us both closer to him.

  “Well if you are…” Coben started.

  “We’re not complaining.” I reached up, kissed Ed, then kissed Coben.

  Ed joined in the kiss and all of our tongues twisted and slicked over one another.

  I’d never have believed I could share my husband, but with Ed as our third, I was getting double the pleasure, double the men and double the love in my life. I was going to be brave, like they were in unexplored territory and take the risk, because at the end of the day, who dares ultimately wins.

  Epilogue

  Five Years Later

  Major Edward Mooreland revved the accelerator on his Kawasaki Ninja. His pride and joy that he hadn’t ridden for five weeks was in need of a run and letting off a bit of steam…as was he.

  He held on tight and leaned lower as he navigated the motorway traffic, happy to be leaving Hereford behind, where he’d spent three days debriefing his latest mission and being checked over by medics.

  It hadn’t been fun, the debriefing and the prodding and poking, but neither had the mission. On the most part it had been successful, though they had conceded a few casualties—nothing fatal, which was always a bonus. But right now, he was happy to be getting away with nothing more than a near miss with an AK47 and losing a stone in weight.

  He thought of Sian’s glorious cooking. A month of her skills in the kitchen would soon see him right. He dodged around an arctic truck, then weaved around a tanker. He couldn’t get to London quick enough but he wasn’t stupid. He had every intention of getting there in one piece.

  But the thrill of the ride, the beast between his legs, the superb engineering and the horsepower at his command, it was intoxicating. Riding it was a way of releasing frustration after obeying orders, keeping low, dodging bullets. This was his time and a time he relished. Because the trip from wherever in the UK he landed to London to see Sian and Coben was almost like a mental debrief of his own. He didn’t mind a few hours being lost in the traffic, thinking of nothing but the next overtake, the next roundabout, dodging obstacles. It meant when he climbed those steps and unlocked the door, bent to take the children in his arms, he was in the right mindset. Killing, survival, being the best of the best, it could sit on a shelf for a while and he could just be himself with the people he loved and who loved him.

  He sped past a queue of slowing traffic, pleased the usual jams and road works wouldn’t slow him down. He had only one thing on his mind and that was relaxing, preferably naked, with Sian and Coben. Of course he wanted to spend time with Shelly and Tristan too, but he mainly needed to be held, reminded of why he fought so damn hard to come home each time.

  Thinking of Shelly and Tristan made him smile. They were three now and full of beans. Inquisitive about everything and soaking up information like sponges. Last time he’d been on leave he’d taken them, with Coben because Sian had been working at Dragon’s Ink, to London Zoo. Their shrieks of delights when the elephants had flicked water around still rang in his ears. Tristan had even declared he wanted to be an elephant when he grew up.

  The road in front of him opened and he tipped farther forward and let the engine roar. Sian would have organized for the twins to go to their grandmother’s. That’s what she usually did when he called to say he was coming home. She was amazing, so understanding. She got that he needed headspace before he could rock back into daddy mode. The things he’d done, seen, been part of took a while to get out of his brain. It was a process. One he hadn’t particularly enjoyed in the past but now that he had Coben and Sian to work through it with him—the later parts after debrief at least—it was considerably more tolerable.

  After time with them his patience levels would be higher, his capacity for fun and his longing to get down on the floor and play Lego and draw and make up stories for Tristan and Shelly would be unstoppable.

  Finally he saw the signs for the M25. He only needed to whizz round a few junctions. Luckily the traffic, for once, was flowing and soon he was heading into North London. It was like running a gauntlet the closer he got to Bromley Street. Pedestrians, bicycles, a stray dog, all crossed his path.

  As he turned onto the neat road he called home, he spotted Sian’s mother’s car parked at the end, likely the only space when she’d arrived. He liked Margaret. She was kind and sweet, though always a little confused by his presence. Maybe one day they’d tell her more, tell her that they were a threesome, in love and would be together forever, but that was up to Sian.

  He pulled up, right outside number 37, and killed the engine. He dismounted and stretched, locking his fingers together and pushing his hands over his head. His spine ached from being hunched for three hours and his legs were stiff.

  After tugging off his helmet he headed up the steps. He used his key to let himself in. As he shut the door up he heard Sian’s voice coming from the living room.

  “Tristan, Shelly, who’s here? I just heard the door?”

  There was a scramble of what sounded like toys being discarded. Then two tiny people ran into the hallway.

  “Daddy,” Shelly shouted. Her blonde hair was in pigtails and she was wearing a pink dress and matching woolen tights. She looked every inch the little princess.

  “Daddy, Daddy,” Tristan yelled, hurling himself past his sister and into Edward’s arms.

  “Hey, guys,” Edward said, stooping and pulling them both close. “How are you doing?”

  “I’ve got a new bike,” Tristan said, putting his small hands on Edward’s cheeks as if claiming his attention first.

  “And I drew you a picture,” Shelly said, “for when you was away.”

  “That’s great, Trist, I can’t wait to see you ride it.” Edward turned to Shelly. “Will you show me?”

  “Yes.” She wriggled from his embrace and dashed off.

  Tristan wasn’t so keen to let go and Edward ruffled his dark hair and set a kiss on his cheek. He smelled sweet and perfect with a hint of the baby shampoo Sian still used for the children.

  “Hey.”

  Edward stood, Tristan in his arms. The sight of Sian, even in just jeans and a plain red sweater, was enough to send a blast of need rushing through him. “Hey yourself,” he said, walking up to her and setting a kiss on her cheek. What he really wanted to do was drag her away from everyone, rip off her clothes and sink deep until everything that had happened in Kabul melted away, until she was crying out his name and begging for more.

  But of course he couldn’t, not right now. There would be time for that, though.

  “Hello, Edward.”

  “Margaret, you’re looking well,” Edward said, smiling at Sian�
��s mum and tucking his keys away.

  “Thank you, so are you.”

  He didn’t, he’d lost weight, but that was okay, it was the polite thing to say.

  “I don’t quite know why the twins insist on calling you daddy,” she said.

  Edward looked at Tristan, who was sucking his thumb now and snuggled against his neck. “I guess I spend a lot of time with them when I’m on leave.”

  “But, really, I think, because Coben is their—”

  “It’s fine, Mum.” Sian rested her hand on her mother’s arm. “They’re young, it’s what they do, get muddled.”

  “I suppose.”

  “As long as they’re happy,” Sian added.

  “Daddy, look.” Shelly came rushing back with a piece of paper. She flapped it at Edward.

  He stooped and again scooped her up so he was holding both children.

  Shelly’s blue eyes were flashing with pride as she presented her scribbles.

  “I love it,” Edward said, smiling. “Can I keep it?”

  “Yes. It’s for you.” Shelly pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Ouch, you’re sharp.”

  Edward laughed. “Yes, I’m afraid I am.” And your mother loves it, he wanted to add but didn’t.

  “Well, we really should be going,” Margaret said and looked at her watch. “I don’t want to get stuck in traffic.”

  “Thanks for this, Mum. I really appreciate it.” Sian reached for Shelly, who went into her arms.

  “Well it’s hardly a chore to look after my two adorable grandchildren for a day or two is it.”

  “They’re not easy, though, constantly on the go. If you need me to pick them up early just call.”

  “We’ll be fine, won’t we, kids?”

  “Are we going to the park to feed the ducks?” Tristan asked. “Like we did last time.”

  “If you want to.”

  Tristan nodded, then wriggled.

  Edward put him down, already missing the feel of his son’s tiny body in his arms.

  “I’ll help you to the car,” Sian said, picking up an overnight bag covered in images of zoo animals. “With their stuff.”

  “That would be great.” Margaret took Tristan’s hand. “Come on, you, we’ve got so much fun to have.”