by Cat Mason
“Good. So fucking good,” I chant. “Please don’t stop.” I’m so close to coming that I know if they stop again I will curl up in a ball and sob.
Gunnar smiles because he knows. Picking up his pace, he catches up and keeps the same rhythm as Dixon as he tightens his grip on my neck. It’s hard to breathe, but I couldn’t care less right now. With every thrust they prove to me again and again that I belong with them. It’s no longer a question of will this work, or what if people don’t accept us. It’s a must have thing for not just me, but all three of us, and I can see that in their eyes.
The feeling of them both sliding roughly into me at the same time sends me over the edge and it’s a good thing that Gunnar kept his hand over my mouth. A cop showing up because of a noise complaint probably wouldn’t go over too well with either of their bosses. Gunnar stills behind me, letting Dixon do the work to finish them both off. Pulling my hips up, Dixon slams me back down on their dicks. It’s fast and rough and I know I’ll probably end up crying from it but it feels too good to worry about that right now. Dixon opens his mouth, swearing loudly so Gunnar forces my head forward so I can kiss him to quiet him down. It’s not long before Gunnar is biting down on my shoulder to keep himself from being heard.
For a minute we stay just how we are. Heavy breathing, sweat covered skin, and not a care in the world. When Dixon catches his breath and can finally stand up straight, they both slide out of me and he lowers my legs to the porch. My thighs tremble and have a hard time keeping me upright and we all know it isn’t because of the alcohol tonight. Both of them laugh because they know they did exactly what they set out to do by making it so I couldn’t walk.
Gunnar holds me upright and Dixon brushes the hair out of my face. “You OK, Sunshine?” he teases, blowing out a breath.
I nod, dropping my head back against Gunnar’s shoulder. “Fabulous,” I mumble happily as Dixon gets the door open and motions me into the house. Helping me out of my clothes, Dixon and Gunnar settle me into bed before sliding in to surround me. Gunnar’s lips brush over my temple, pressing soft kisses, while Dixon runs his fingers through my hair. It’s so soothing that I fall asleep completely content and more satisfied that I have ever been in my entire life.
“You awake?” Gunnar whispers, inching his fingers back and forth over my throat.
I nod, turning my head to the side so I can nuzzle my cheek against his stomach. I let the fingers on my right hand mimic the same moves he’s making on the bare leg he has bent to keep me on the couch. With my other hand, I scrape my fingernails across Dixon’s scalp, rubbing circles just how he likes. When Dixon feels me move he shifts so he can wrap his arms tighter around me and presses his forehead into belly button.
We’re quite the sight right now. All three of us are naked except Dixon’s tank top, laid out on the couch on top of each other. Someone could walk through the front door and we’d be the first thing they’d see, but I don’t even care. I’ve never been more relaxed, happier, than I am right now. For months we’ve battled obstacles and objections created by other people because they didn’t like the way we are. I guess happiness isn’t allowed unless it’s conventional with some people. We’re over letting them get to us though. We’ve all come to the conclusion that no one matters when it comes to what happens in this relationship, except the three of us.
Dixon presses his lips against my stomach and I sigh. We haven’t left the couch in hours, but this is the stillest we’ve been. What started out as the three of us watching the newest Vin Diesel movie, quickly changed when Gunnar decided to deepen what was meant to be a quick kiss. Dixon sat back on the end of the couch, telling us exactly what he wanted us to do to each other. Seeing as it was his time to choose what happened, we followed his instructions.
I didn’t expect for him to sit back and watch for as long as he did, but he seemed to be enjoying himself as he watched me ride Gunnar right there on the couch. Every time I would try to speed up, Dixon would reach over and grab my hips, forcing me to slow back down. It killed me not having both of them touching me, but feeling his eyes on me and his voice coaching us while Gunnar made love to me, took us to a whole new level.
After a while of just watching he finally gave in and grabbed Gunnar’s legs, dragging them up onto the couch so he could settle in behind us. I figured he would stop us so he could slide into my ass, but he didn’t. Instead he touched, kissed, and ran his tongue over every inch of me he could reach. It isn’t often that these slow times happen between the three of us because most of the time we can’t get enough of each other to slow down. When he finally did decide to join in completely, he made us keep the slow place until we were all finished. The room, instead of being filled with pleasure filled screams and the sound of bodies slapping each other, was filled with words about how much we loved each other and drawn out moans. The intensity of the situation left us drained and ready to pass out right where we are.
“So,” Dixon starts. Picking his head up, he slides his hand onto my stomach and rests his chin on it so he can see me. “I know that today was my day to choose what went on, but I wasn’t actually gonna ask for sex.”
I cock my eyebrow at him and both Gunnar and I laugh. “I’m not sure if you know it or not, but that stuff we just did is called sex.”
“Yeah, yeah. I hadn’t planned on askin’ for that but I couldn’t help myself once we got started. I can’t seem to keep my hands off you if I have a chance to touch you.”
I run my fingers up his cheek, pushing the hair out of his eyes. “So what did you want to do if it didn’t involve anything that we did on the couch today?”
“Well, it’s Valentine’s day so I figured I should probably give you somethin’.” Pushing off the couch, Dixon grabs his jeans and slides them back on. I miss having him touch me and it’s only been a few seconds. Part of me thinks I might be going crazy with how much I need them to touch me. Reaching his hand out, he helps me climb off the couch too. “Come somewhere with me?”
“You know you don’t have to buy me anything to show me you love me.” Reaching up, I rest my hands on his chest. “I feel it every time you touch me. I see it when you look at me, and I hear it in your voice. I don’t need anything but the two of you to make me happy.”
Behind me Gunnar begins to shuffle back into his clothes before handing me mine. He’s getting ready to leave without even asking where we’re going so I figure he already knows what’s going on. He steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. Leaning forward, Dixon kisses me.
“Who said anything about buyin’ somethin’? I have somethin’ for you, but it’s really for all three of us.”
I don’t ask any more questions. I head into the bathroom and clean up, brushing my hair and pulling it back out of my face before pulling my clothes on and following them to the truck. They slide in on either side of me, neither one of them saying anything to hint about what we’re going to do. When we pull up into Dixon’s driveway, he ignores the confused look on my face and drags me inside behind him, telling me that he needed to get something. I tighten my grip on Gunnar’s hand to keep him close as Dixon drags me up the stairs. When we reach his bedroom door he turns around he smiles nervously, making me nervous.
“What did you need that couldn’t wait?”
“So all the times that Gunnar and I would take off, we were here.” Letting go of my hand Dixon pushes his bedroom door open and steps in and out of the way. Gunnar urges me through the door with a smile on his face.
My nerves make my stomach twist while I look around the room. The small room that used to house nothing more than a messy queen sized bed, nightstand and chair, has been transformed. The wall has been knocked out, so that the spare room is now joined with it, doubling its size. His always messy bed has been replaced with a huge four poster that is more than big enough for the three of us. Everything is different, including the bathroom which is now huge compared to what it used to be from what I can see.
I sha
ke my head and step up against him. “What did you do all this for?”
He takes a deep breath, pulling Gunnar against my back to sandwich me between them. “When I bought this place after Ivy left, I did it so I would have a place to escape to. I’ve never brought anyone else here because I didn’t want to let anyone in. I didn’t want to feel anything for anyone because nothin’ would compare to how I felt for you. Like I said before, I only stayed with Ivy as long as I did because I didn’t think I would ever get to be with you. I made myself love her because I didn’t think anything like this would ever happen. I thought her takin’ off from the wedding would kill me because she was the closest I ever let anyone get to me because they weren’t you.”
“Dixon,” Gunnar speaks up. “You’re ramblin’.”
“Right, sorry.” I bite my lip to keep from laughing because this isn’t really the time for it, but seeing him like this is cute. “Like I was sayin’… I did this for you. For us. I realized I didn’t need a place to escape to anymore, because you guys are my refuge. I know that as long as I can run to y’all, I can outrun anything that I don’t think I can handle alone.” Reaching into his pocket, Dixon stretches his hand out and holds two keys out for us. The urge to laugh changes to a need to cry, but I hold the tears back. This is something I never would have expected from Dixon and the stuff he’s saying hits me straight in the chest. “I want us to have a home. You can take it or leave it because I’ll be happy as long as I’m with you guys. But I wanted us to have somewhere that we can grow in and make our own. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don’t see it going bad. We’ve made it through a lot already and I just wanted us to have somewhere permanent to run to with each other.”
“It’s beautiful,” I tell him, looking around the room.
“I have one more thing to show you.” Reaching for the hem of his shirt, he drags it over his head and tosses it onto the edge of the bed. I’m confused about what he means until he turns around and he shows us his side.
“Holy shit,” both Gunnar and I mutter. The tattoo of the Tin Man that has been on his side for longer than I can remember has a new addition. At some point he had gone and had a heart tattooed on top of it, looking like it had been sewn into the chest. I’m completely in awe and want to touch it, but I can tell it’s fresh and don’t want to get it dirty.
He stands there looking vulnerable. “I want you guys to know that you aren’t somethin’ temporary for me. Nothin’ I feel is going to change so I wanted somethin’ to prove that and to give us somewhere to grow old together, maybe babies sometime if we all want them. No pressure, but I wanted you guys to know that what’s mine is yours. I love you. I love both of you and nothing will change that.”
“Love you too, man.” Gunnar’s voice is full of emotion. “You’re my brother. You always have been.”
I can’t hold the tears back any longer but I hope he realizes that they’re happy tears because I can’t get ahold of myself to form the words to tell him. He brushes them away, drying my face. Gunnar steps around me and pulls Dixon against him. They pat each other on the back and whisper back and forth. I stand there and watch, letting them have a minute alone because they need it as much as I need both of them. When Gunnar finally steps back he grabs me and drags me against them. Grabbing the belt around Dixon’s waist, I pull him closer to me and bury my face in his chest.
“You OK, baby?” Gunnar whispers, shifting me back so he can see my face. The emotion he’s feeling is written all over his face.
“Yes,” I sob.
“Fuck… tears. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Dixon whispers above my head. He lifts me off the floor and makes his way to the bed. Placing me in the middle, he climbs up beside me and holds me tightly against his chest. It doesn’t take long for Gunnar to be against my back with his arms around my middle. The entire time Dixon continues to mumble about not wanting me to cry and I think he’s starting to doubt why I’m crying. Thankfully when I can’t speak up and settle his nerves, Gunnar does.
“I think this is one time I can guarantee that she’s cryin’ for a good reason.”
Some people may call me a homewrecker, hell, Gunnar did once, and yeah, it hurt back then. I don’t see it as wrecking our home anymore. I messed up and I tore it apart, yes, but together we’re building it back up stronger than it ever was. We’re giving each other pieces of ourselves that were missing, some that we didn’t even know we needed until we found them. The truth is this outcome might not work for everyone. It’s hard to make a relationship like this work, but it does for us and that’s all we need.
Looking back, I don’t think we could have gotten where we are right now without following the path we all took to get here, sad parts and all. If that makes me a homewrecker, I will proudly walk around with that title strapped across my chest with my head held high. I know that no matter what, I will come home to the unconditional love and support of two amazing men that make me whole. That is honestly the only thing I will ever need to get me through.
There are no ends. Only beginnings.
Acknowledgments
First off we want to thank the readers and bloggers because without you none of this would be possible. You buy, read, review, and either love or hate our characters all while giving them life when reading them.
Tina Morgan, Silla Webb, and Cybill Richey for reading and helping us get our thoughts together when we were both a jumbled mess inside the writer’s cave. Thank you for your love, support, and comic relief.
Wendi Temporado, thank you for fixing our words and making things pretty even though we are complete assholes when we have went days on no sleep with our insanely self-imposed deadlines. We promise no tar and feathers, but make no promises on glitter.
To the amazing Harper Sloan for bringing Kennedy Brooks to life when we thought we’d never find the right person for the muse. You are the greatest and we can’t thank you enough for everything. You are a fucking rockstar!
Noah, the housebitch, for making sammiches and handling all (most) things domestic while we held the apartment hostage for days on end while writing the story that consumed us both. (Except cleaning. Yeah, you could totally do more of that, just sayin’)
Lynsey, Mark, and all our crazy friends because so much of all of us was captured in this book. (For all intents and purposes we made sure to remove names and etc. to protect the guilty from blowback.)
Our neighbors who had to ignore the loud laughing, screaming, music, and everything else we managed to do during the months we spent researching and writing this book. (Yeah, let’s blame the book for all this crazy.)
Also, your bed partners are very welcome.
Other books currently available by Katheryn Kiden:
Where Words Fail (Save Me series, book 1)
Freeing Tuesday (Save Me series, book 2)
Hate Me Today (Save Me series, book 3)
Collaborate (Save Me series, book 4)
Sinner (Sinners & Saints, book 1)
Saint (Sinners & Saints, book 2)
Other books currently available by Cat Mason:
Escaping Me (Shaft on Tour Book 1)
Facing Me (Shaft on Tour Book 2)
Chasing Me (Shaft on Tour Book 3)
Shafting the Halls (A Holiday Short)(Shaft on Tour Book 4)
Fighting Me (Shaft on Tour Book 5
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