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A Different Kind of Perfect (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

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by Ceri Grenelle


  He blew out a breath, leaning back on the desk. “No…I mean yes we do. But we are together as well. The man and I.”

  “So you’re saying…”

  “I’m bisexual, I guess.”

  She smiled gently, brushing back an unruly curl from his forehead. “There. Was that so hard to say?”

  “You knew?”

  “Holy shit, fuck no. I had no fucking clue. You are like the manliest dude ever.” She kissed his cheek. “Ménage, huh?” she asked, straightening his chef’s jacket.

  “Yeah. Crazy, right?”

  “You like them?”

  He nodded. “I’ve known them for a few months now…I think I’m falling in love with them. How is that possible? How can I love two people equally and yet…in such different ways?”

  “Because you are one weird, lucky son of a bitch. Two people to love and care for you. Mom is going to have a field day with this.”

  “Do you think she’s going to freak out?”

  “You mean the woman who has bragged about how she started the ‘lesbian college experience’ trend back in her day? Yeah…no. Don’t think so.” She hugged him. “Don’t ever be afraid to tell me anything about yourself you think is abnormal or unconventional.” She pulled away grinning. “I am the queen mother of unconventional. Ryan thinks he’s going to be the next Van Gogh and keeps asking me what would be an exceptional age to fall in love and give his chopped-off ear as a gift to his lady.”

  “How old is Ryan now?”

  “Seven.” They laughed and Alex felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

  “Thanks, V. I always knew there was a reason you were my favorite.”

  “Because my kids are crazy?”

  “Exactly. So what’s up? Why you crashing my turf?”

  “Well you were such a hit at the elementary school bake sale—”

  “Don’t say it.”

  “How’d you like to do the intermediate school bake sale? And this time I’ll be serious when I promise to tell all the single moms and teachers that you’re taken…since it’s true now.”

  “You’re evil.” But he couldn’t say no to her.

  After hammering out the details of the intermediate school’s bake sale, Alex finished his shift on the line around eleven at night. He went through some paperwork and left the diner in his staff’s very capable hands. He was disappointed to come home to an empty house but knew Bleu would be late. Alex didn’t know where Colton was though and hoped that whatever Colt had overheard that morning between himself and Bleu hadn’t given him any doubts about his feelings for him. He took a quick shower, washing away the smell of french fries and collapsed into bed. If he concentrated really hard, he could still smell Bleu and Colt on his pillows.

  * * * *

  “Mr. Evans, you have a call on line one from your father.”

  Colt’s heart dropped even further than it had since the morning. He was exhausted, emotionally and physically. Two hours of sleep after mind-bending sex was not enough to get him through the day. On top of that, there was the emotional stress of hearing the man he’d been slowly but surely falling in love with over the past few months of getting to know him say that he was terrified to accept a full physical relationship between them. It made for a pretty shitty day, especially when the night had been so inspired. He’d accomplished so much on his special project.

  “Thanks, Jenn,” he said to the receptionist, with a forced smile, and picked up the phone. “Hey, jackass.”

  “Hey.” His dad laughed at the sentiment Colton had begun to use after his continued refusal to switch to an electric wheelchair. “How’s work, genius son of mine?”

  “What do you want?”

  “Who says I want anything?”

  “You always call me ‘genius’ when you want something.”

  “All right, your mom and I wondered if you could maybe draw up some plans for a ramped gazebo in the backyard. Something with a roof we can sit under during the summer. You know how she likes her iced tea.”

  “I think you mean ‘You know how I like my cold beers.’”

  “Yeah, that, too. Think you could have something down in time to get it going by the spring?”

  “Yeah, maybe.”

  “Just maybe?”

  “I’m just really swamped at work, Dad. I don’t have a lot of time for extra projects right now.”

  “If you stopped staying up through all hours of the night working on your dream house, you’d have time.”

  Colt tightened his grip on his pencil, thinking back on all that he accomplished over the night after making love with Alex and Bleu.” I can’t help it, Dad. It’s almost done…I can feel it. It’s so much better now.”

  “Well I can feel the sun burning my skin when your mom and I sit in the backyard in summertime. Just draw something up quick for us, OK?”

  He sighed, knowing he wouldn’t win this fight. “Yeah, I’ll try.”

  “You all right, Colton? You sound…more than just tired. I’d ask if there was something going on in your personal life but I know you don’t have one.”

  “Ass.” He snorted. “For your information, there is some…”

  “What?”

  “Never mind. It’s not important.”

  “You can talk to me, you know that.”

  “Yup.” He silently thanked his luck as one of the firm partners waved at him for the start of a brain crunching session. “I gotta go into a meeting, Dad. I’ll try to get something going for you, OK? Just gimme a little time.”

  “You bet. Thanks, kid. Love you.”

  “Love you, too.” He hung up and grabbed the materials he’d need for what he knew was going to be an agonizing meeting. He flipped through the messages he, Alex, and Bleu had exchanged earlier in the day and frowned. Was Bleu right? Should he just throw caution to the wind and come out to his folks? Shaking the old worries and thoughts from his head, he settled at the conference desk and turned his phone off. He’d worry about it some other time.

  * * * *

  The sound of the shower turning on brought Alexis back into the waking world. The clock on the bedside table read 2:02 a.m. From the lack of a purse or any feminine objects on the floor, he assumed Bleu had yet to come home from work. Who knew tattoo artists worked such crazy hours?

  Home. Yes, this was Bleu’s home. This was also Colt’s home. Even though they had only spent two nights together and each night one of his wayward trio had snuck out, it still felt right to call it their home as well as his. Waiting for Colt to come out of the shower, he thought of ways he and Bleu could gang up on Colt and force him to confess where he went and what this special project involved, even though he seemed to have an idea of what it could be. All methods of persuasion he came up with ended with mind-blowing orgasms, of course.

  The door to the bathroom opened and the devil himself walked out with a towel around his waist. The man was just perfection. Cut abdominal muscles, perfectly sculpted arms and shoulders, thighs that could carry your worries away as they supported your every desire. Sheer perfection.

  “Hey. Sorry if I woke you.” Colt flopped on the bed face first with a sigh. Wherever he had been, whether at the secret hideaway or his office, it had certainly tired him out.

  Alex flipped onto his side to face Colt. There were water droplets cooling on Colt’s skin that Alexis just had to sweep away. He trailed his palm down the man’s back, exerting a slight pressure, making his presence known. “I don’t mind waking up to this sight.”

  “Not worried I’m going to take your anal virginity without permission?”

  “No, man.” He scrubbed his face, frustrated by the hurt he’d clearly caused from his comments that morning. “Sit up.” They both moved up on the bed and sat facing each other. Alex reached forward to cup Colt’s cheek, enjoying the scratch of stubble he very rarely saw on the man’s face.

  “Colt, I’m an ass. I’m more than an ass. I’m a fucking clueless idiot. I have wanted you since that first moment
we slammed into each other in the diner. Hell I’ve wanted you since the grocery store.” He laughed. “Can’t you tell?”

  Colton sighed, seemingly not convinced. “You don’t have to do this, Alex. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, but I heard you this morning…what you said to Bleu.” He shrugged. “You can explain last night away by a careless threesome and getting caught in the moment, but when it comes down to real intimacy between the two of us—”

  “No!” Alexis stopped him with his hands on his shoulders, squeezing lightly. “I’m fucking this up.” He brought Colt’s forehead to his, brushing suckling kisses against his mouth until he felt the tension drain from his shoulders. Alex needed him to understand.

  “I’m in love with you.” Colton’s eyes popped open in shock. “After this morning I was disgusted with myself for being too much of a coward to not jump out of bed, shove you against a wall, and take your ass like a caveman while screaming how much I love and need you. I’m amazed by how lucky we are to have found each other.” Alex leaned forward and nuzzled his neck, breathing in the Irish Spring soap the man favored. His man.

  “You’re mine,” he whispered in his ear. “My man, just like Bleu is my girl. You’re both mine and I’m yours. That’s how this is going to work from now on, OK?” Colton didn’t respond, instead he just gripped Alex by wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him in for a powerful hug. No groping, no fondling, just a simple hug.

  “I love you, too,” Colton sighed into the hug. “I love you so much that when I see the other cooks at your diner shake your hand a little too long or give you a guy hug I get jealous. Jealous! I never get jealous about anything. But when men and women look at you and Bleu like you’re pieces of meat, I want to kick their asses.”

  Alexis laughed and kissed Colton’s temple. “Well just don’t go near my cook’s hands or faces. They need those to cook.”

  “What about their balls?”

  “Last time I checked they didn’t need those to cook. But I don’t like the idea of you going near their balls either.” He laughed before his heart lurched, seeing the glassy, joyful tears spring into Colt’s eyes. “I love you, baby,” he said, still dumbfounded that he found the courage to confess this to Colton. “I love and need and want you so fucking bad. It hurts to think of a time in my life when I didn’t have you and Bleu,” Alexis whispered before gripping the back of Colton’s hair and taking his mouth in a primal kiss. “I need you to fuck me, Colt. I need you inside me.”

  Colton moaned and gripped the back of his neck, squeezing to just this side of pain. “You are mine.” He panted through his teeth, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. He pushed away from Alex abruptly and turned him around, nearly shoving him to the bed and on his stomach. He gripped Alex’s hips and angled them off the bed, slowing his ferocity with soft strokes up and down his ass.

  “I’m gonna try to go slow, baby. But I need to be inside you right now so bad my cock hurts.” He bent over Alex and grabbed some lube and a condom off of the bedside table. Colt dropped the items on the bed and circled his arms around Alex’s waist. His lips skimmed his spine and chills shot across his body.”Tell me to stop, Alex.”

  “You won’t hurt me,” Alex whispered, grinding his bare ass back against Colt’s pulsing hard cock. “I trust you. Do it.”

  “I promise you’ll like it.” Alex heard the snap of the bottle opening and then a cold rush of gel against his pucker. Soon a finger, a thumb, began to massage and relax him. His hips began to involuntarily thrust back at the digit until it breached the tight ring of muscles. “Yes, Alex. Just like that.”

  Alex groaned at the odd sensation of having something in his ass, but besides the burning stretch of muscles, he couldn’t deny he liked it. A lot. He wanted more. “More. Now.”

  Colton chuckled against his back and the heat of his breath made Alex’s cock ache even harder. Colt’s thumb slipped out of him but was soon replaced by two long fingers. He clenched down and Colton shushed and kissed his overheated skin. “Let me in, push back. I need to stretch your tight hole so you can take my thick cock.” Teeth scraped down his spine. “Did you see my cock as it fucked Bleu’s pussy yesterday? Saw how it stretched her? Imagine how good it will feel to have my cock inside you, owning you.” Alex pushed back at that last statement and Colt scissored his fingers inside him.

  “Oh fuck, Colt. God.” He cradled his head on his arms against the bed, unable to support himself any longer. After a few thrusts Colton pulled his fingers out once more. Alex thought he’d add another finger before moving on but he soon felt the plum head of Colt’s cock against his ass. “Yes.” He moaned and that was all the permission Colt needed.

  He grasped Alex by his hips, never moving from his position over Alex’s back, and began to gently thrust his cock inside him. After a few agonizing moments, the head popped through his tight muscles and Alex yelled out in surprise. Colton stopped.

  “Alex?”

  “I’m OK. It just…it burns but feels so good. It surprised me.” He grasped Colt’s arm on his hip and squeezed in reassurance. “I need all of you inside me.”

  Colton picked up his thrusting once more, a little slower and gentler this time, not wanting to take any chances. Alex’s heart broke and reformed at this new and all-encompassing sensation. He wished he had known about this feeling sooner, but he knew it wouldn’t have been the same as feeling Colton make love to him.

  “Ah, yes,” Alex groaned as Colton’s hips hit his ass, his cock buried all the way inside him. “Now fuck me.”

  Alex was glad Colt didn’t need to be told twice. He removed his cock until only the head remained and slapped back into him so hard he felt as though his ass had whiplash. Then he did it again. Again. Again. His pace picked up and he moved his hands from Alex’s hips and back around his waist. Colt’s chest pressed into his back, completely connecting them, just as Alex had done with Bleu that morning.

  “Take my cock, Alex. You’re mine and I’m going to fuck this sweet ass as hard as I want.” A hand gripped Alex’s cock and he cried out in shock and arousal. It felt so good he was hard again. Colton’s hand pumped his dick as his own cock plunged in and out of him in the fiercest claiming he’d ever known. It was amazing. It was everything.

  “Need to come. Gonna come. Come with me, baby.” Colton growled against Alex’s neck, kissing and biting his sweaty skin along with his words. “I want your cum on my hand when I shoot inside your tight hole.”

  With one last harsh thrust inside him, Colton bit down on the crook of Alex’s shoulder and neck and came with a roar. Alex followed not a second later, groaning as hot cum shot out of him so hard and fast he knew Colt wouldn’t be able to catch it all. The pleasure of his orgasm shot from his balls and through his spine. It touched every cell in his body and was enhanced with every little lingering thrust and spasm of Colton’s cock inside him.

  They stayed like that for a few moments, catching their breath and basking in that priceless moment after. Their bodies were slick with sweat and the feeling of Colt’s deflating cock was all too sweet.

  “Don’t move,” Colt whispered, kissing the spot he had bitten before moving away to dispose of the condom and get a washcloth for Alex. He gently pulled Alex onto his side and cared for him, pressing the warm wet heat of the cloth against his hole, soothing him.

  Alex sighed, content, closing his eyes. Colton slid up behind him once he was finished and nuzzled the back of Alex’s neck. They lay together until, what must have been only a few minutes later, a small body made the bed dip and smooth warm skin was nuzzling into his front.

  “I think we have a stowaway,” Colt murmured, reaching over and smoothing Bleu’s hair back. “Hey, baby. I would do something about you being naked right now…but I have no energy.”

  “Trust me, I feel as exhausted as you after watching that sweet display.” That made Alex’s eyes pop open.

  “You saw?” he asked, trying to gauge her response. She was smiling, but he saw t
he uncertainty in her eyes.

  “You don’t mind that I watched, do you—” Alex leaned over and kissed her before she could finish her question.

  “Mind? Thinking of you watching us fuck makes me horny. Did you like it?”

  “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” She sat up and bent over to kiss Colt. “Next time, I want to be fucked by the fuckee.”

  Colt groaned. “Baby, next time I want you in the middle with one of us fucking your sweet asshole. Then I could tell you I love you every time I thrust inside.” She pulled back and sat up in front of Alex, a stunned look on her face. He grinned and pulled her cute and sexy body down to lie between them. He turned over so they could both look at their blue minx.

  “Look at me, Bleu,” Alex whispered, brushing her hair back. He kissed her nose, her cheeks, lingered on her ears, and finally moved to her lips. “I’m in love with you.”

  Colton gently tipped her head his way and delved in for a not-so-subtle kiss. Alex laughed at her breathless state once Colt had let her up for air. “I’m in love with you, too, Smurfette.” He then looked at Alex and leaned in for an equally passionate kiss. “Just as much as I’m in love with this idiot.” Alex mouthed the words back to Colt before looking back down at Bleu. She still looked stunned.

  “I think we broke her.” She snorted and pulled them back down. Colton claimed her chest as her arm came around him and Alex scooted down the bed a bit to lie on her stomach, her hand running in and out through his hair. They stayed like that a few moments, enjoying the peace of just being with one another.

  “What I feel for you both…” she began, and Alex had to keep from breathing a sigh of relief. He thought she was just going to leave them hanging. “There aren’t words that can tell you how cared for and safe you make me feel. How you trust me to take care of myself but allow me to be what I need to be around you. Even when we first met everything was just so easy with you two.” Alex looked up and met Colton’s gaze with a smile, knowing exactly what she was talking about. “Nothing is this perfect.”

 

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