Where There's Smoke

by B L Morticia

“Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it would be wonderful to have three daddies. Her mom is on drugs, she’s in danger of losing her grandmother. We could give her everything.”

  Jonas exhaled and looked away from me. I could tell the wheels were turning in his head. “Santiago…”

  “I know what you’re gonna say.”

  “What? What am I gonna say?” I could hear the irritation in his voice. His lips were pinched into a thin line and his cheeks flushed pink.

  “That I’m crazy.”

  “Yeah, you are.” Jonas got up quickly and ambled in the other direction.

  “Jonas, it was a thought. I… I remembered how it was for me not having my mom and dad love me. I got all the support from my grandmother, and aunt. We could give her that special kind of support too. All three of us.”

  “This isn’t all about Macy, and you…” Jonas stopped talking because apparently he realized he was raising his voice. “It’s not just about her, right? I mean, it’s a nice gesture, but you’d like a way to have your ex and current together.”

  I dropped my gaze and fiddled with the strings on my pajama pants. “I’d like us to raise Macy together. I don’t want to lose her because I have to choose between the two of you.”

  “You really think I believe this? Do you take me for a fool?”

  I glanced back at him. “No. I’m just saying how I feel. I love you Jonas, but that little girl in there means so much to me. We could give her everything and yeah, give Myles what he’s missing too. He needs a family just as she does.”

  Jonas shook his head and chuckled low. He pinched the tip of his nose and shrugged. “It can’t happen, Santiago. It won’t happen. This is crazy and you know it.”

  “It is, but it might be worth a shot. Hey.” I walked over to him and took both his hands in mine. “We don’t have to talk about this now or even tomorrow. I’m just saying give it some thought. I won’t force you or him into anything. That wouldn’t be good for any of us or for Macy.”

  “I’m glad you’re saying that.” Jonas kissed me quick on the forehead. “I love you, Santi, but I can’t do it. I don’t hate Myles, but I’m not all that fond of him either. I’ll be nicer to him. I won’t deck him again, but I can’t think of us been closer than that, all right? I don’t see it happening.”

  “Okay. That’s fair.” I squeezed his hands within mine and brought them up to my lips. “Let’s go to bed and try to get rest.”

  Jonas nodded. “Good idea.”

  I took him by the hand, leading him into the bedroom. When we got there, he undressed for bed and didn’t say another word. Thankfully, he held me as promised which meant he wasn’t too put off by my suggestion. Perhaps someday, as time passed, he could see that my idea to give Macy the loving family she deserved wasn’t so far off base after all.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Jonas

  After the discussion Santiago and I had, I was in no mood to talk with anyone. Stanley and the others kept asking me what was wrong, but I was too embarrassed to say anything about what happened. Besides, I’d told them about my engagement less than a week ago and now, that all seemed for not.

  Despite all this, I hoped Santiago would come to his senses and realize this idea was asinine. Myles and I would never be able to coexist, regardless of how attracted I was to him. It was a dog thing. Like when they sniff each other’s butts. They might like what they see, and keep sniffing, maybe even hump their fellow four-legger for a while.

  No question, I would’ve liked to experience something physical with Myles, beyond that I wasn’t sure. If we were doing anything other than fighting or fucking, I didn’t think it would be a good situation for him, me, Santiago, and definitely not Macy. No kid deserved to be brought up in a home with that much tension and Santiago would have to realize that kind of setup might only work in fiction.

  Once my shift ended at eight, I rushed out, avoiding all the questions being shot at me. The guys wanted me to go out with them to have drinks, but I said I needed to head home to be with my man. This time, it was true. I wanted to be with Santiago because I missed him. I wouldn’t make my feelings about Myles known because I didn’t want to get his hopes up. Bottom line, I wasn’t ready for this and I most likely never would be. I didn’t like sharing, period. I’d never done that and didn’t want to start now.

  After turning on our block, I parked directly in front of our apartment building. I shut the radio and engine off before taking a glance at our front stoop. Santiago was outside, holding Macy while Pamela sat in a chair opposite them with a phone most likely to record them.

  Seeing that, tugged at my heartstrings. I liked kids, and I really wanted to have a couple of my own. And Macy was the cutest thing. If we went through this mess for Santiago, we’d have the ready-made family without the use of a surrogate unless we wanted another. Surely with a threesome setup, getting someone to birth a child for us would be an issue.

  What the flying fuck?

  I slapped the steering wheel, not believing I was entertaining the idea of this threesome from hell. Yes, I was attracted to Myles, and I loved Santiago, but this wouldn’t work. For one, distance. Myles lived in Chicago, we lived here. Two, we all worked. Who would watch Macy while we were gone? Three, damn jealousy. I loved Santiago, and I didn’t want to share him even if it meant ramming my dick deep into Myles’s ass on the regular. And then four. We’re both alphas. I liked being versatile, but Myles didn’t appear like a man who bottomed. And he’d have to if he wanted to be part of this.

  “What the fuck?” I said aloud and ran my hand through my hair.

  I really need to get laid.

  I was thinking of my man’s ex, and how much I wanted to fuck him raw. Something was wrong with this picture. Hopefully Pamela wouldn’t mind giving me, my dick, and Santiago a little time alone so we could all get reacquainted again. It had been about six days since we’d made love and I swore, I was about to go batshit crazy because of the loss.

  Horny and fucking exhausted, I flung the door open and slammed it closed before trudging up the walkway to our place. I stopped midway, still watching my man with the kid from afar.

  Santiago looked up at me and flashed a wry smile. “Hey. You look whipped.”

  “That’s because I am. Pamela, do you mind taking Macy for us? I really need to talk with Santiago.”

  “Hi, and I guess so. I’m not busy, so why not take this beautiful bundle!” Pamela gently took Macy from Santiago and she walked into the house, closing the door.

  Santiago appeared to be pensive, still wearing the same lounge pants and shirt from earlier. He eyed me again, then walked off the step, making his way over. When he stood directly in front of me Santiago softly ran his hand down the center of my chest.

  “I miss you.” Santiago’s voice came out breathy, desperate, and needing. The way he talked was how I felt right now.

  I nodded and swiped my tongue over my lips. “I miss you, too. A lot. Listen, I don’t wanna argue…”

  “Me neither. I only want to hold and kiss you. I’m gonna leave it for now and let the chips fall where they may. Gotta let it happen naturally.”

  I swallowed hard, still feeling him drag a finger over my skin. His soft touch sent trails of fire to my groin and my ass, making me sweat. Standing here with Santiago, I was so damn aroused. I hungered for him and I didn’t care how I’d get him.

  “Can we… not talk now? I want you, Santi… you, just you.” I struggled to keep my composure. In all reality, I wanted to carry Santiago to my car and fuck him on the hood. That would cause more than a stir around here, but as horny as I was, I could give a rat’s ass who caught us with our pants down.

  Santiago nodded and wrapped both arms around me, bringing our bodies close together.

  When our skin made contact, I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes, thanking the Lord above that we were still together.

  We would weather this storm.

  I wasn’t s
ure how, but we would get through this with at least the two of us intact.

  Because I would not be letting Santiago go, regardless of the fucked up ideas he had about our threesome relationship raising Macy.

  * * * *

  Santiago

  Having Jonas close again, I relaxed in his arms. My dick was hard as a rock, poking him through my loungers and all I could think about was taking him inside and riding him like a bucking bronco. Pamela was right about sacrifices, but since she had little Macy I could take advantage of being alone with my man.

  Wanting more of him, I dragged my hands down to his buttocks and squeezed them tight in my palm. I straightened and moved my head until we faced one another.

  Jonas’s blue eyes met mine and a part of me instantly melted. I loved staring at him. Usually, it started something hot between us.

  “I want you, Santi…” Jonas leaned in, kissing my lips gently at first, then again, adding tongue. He grabbed my body, crushing my smaller frame against his bigger one. I cringed from the pain of my dick being trapped between us. I didn’t want to pull away because I needed that closeness.

  “Mmph.” I groaned into Jonas’s embrace and reciprocated his lip lock with more action of my own. I moved my hands from his backside until I reached the hem of his black slacks. Using my fingers, I spread his pants away from his ass, and rammed both down into his boxers.

  “Ooh shit, Santiago!” Jonas yelled out and moved his body against mine in a jerky motion.

  I continued to fiddle around with his ass cheeks until my fingers found his crack. I slid my finger lower until my fingertip came in contact with Jonas’s tight pucker. With more prodding, I could pry him apart and stick my finger inside him.

  “Santi…”

  Although it was dry, Jonas didn’t seem to mind. He took it in without as much as a flinch, all the way to the knuckle.

  I continued to devour his mouth, forcing my tongue in between his lips. I lunged into him, bouncing my erection against his stomach, getting off on just humping in our front yard at sundown.

  “Jonas. I want you naked, need you bare. Now!” I growled into the embrace, still pumping my one finger in and out of him as we kissed. My whole body tensed, wanting to unravel right here, but I braced myself so we could at least hold on until we got inside.

  “Yes… please…” Jonas managed, driving me backwards until my heels hit the front stoop.

  It was then that I dislodged my hand from his ass and pulled away from this intense kiss. Still staring, I took his palm into mine, kissing it. The smells of Jonas’s natural scent waffled into my nostrils and I immediately, dragged him through our apartment to our bedroom without stopping. Once we arrived, I yanked him in and closed the door. Like a wolf attacking its prey, I pounced on him, clawing his shirt and popping the buttons in the process. While I ferociously covered his mouth with mine, I shoved the tattered cloth off his shoulders then worked on his belt.

  “Mine…” I cried into his lips, shoving his pants and everything down to his knees. Yes, I wanted him naked, but I craved his ass a lot more. With every ounce of my strength, I shifted his body around and pushed him down so he’d bend over.

  “Fuck!” Jonas yelped and didn’t bother fighting with me. His mewls and begging for me to fuck him turned me on in ways I couldn’t imagine.

  Looking at his ass, I pushed down my loungers, revealing my rock-hard dick. The angry red and purple head wept with my release and I spat on it to add a little extra liquid.

  “Gonna go in like this, unless you want me to get some more lube.” I asked him, hoping he’d allow me to shove it in. The lube was just so damn faraway and if I left this beautiful sight, I might spontaneously combust.

  “N… no…” Jonas stuttered and wiggled his backside for my entertainment. “Stick it in me, Santi. Fuck me like you’re angry!”

  “I’m only angry because it’s been days since we made love.” I dragged the head of my cock over his hole, then let some drool dribble off my lips so I could make my ascent into his ass a little more pleasant. I repeated the same action, then slid into Jonas until I hit the wall I’d missed for the past few days.

  “Baby, yes. Oh yes, Santiago.”

  I moved my hips in a circular motion at first, then slid back in, building up a rhythm between his ass and my dick. I caressed his back and leaned in close, planting soft kisses on his spine.

  With each thrust, I lost all senses. Bursts of light exploded into stars and fireworks erupted as I sank into Jonas’s body repeatedly. While all this happened, my brain was telling me to do right by this man and give him the marriage he wanted.

  Just us.

  Us alone.

  Without Myles.

  Without Macy.

  Although he and I alone looked like the picture perfect gay postcard, I didn’t want that. I wanted the strange. I wanted what people would declare to be a pretty fucked up situation. My ex, my current, and my ex’s niece as our daughter.

  A ready-made family, living here in Cobalt. The three dads, living, loving, and raising Macy to be a beautiful, young lady. We could do it, all they needed to do was agree with me and we could go from there.

  “Santiago! I’m coming!”

  Jonas’s cry woke me from my fantasy of the big house with all four of us living in it. Instantly, the scene changed back to this room where I had Jonas, bent over, assuming the position while I rammed him so hard his head hit the door.

  Again, I leaned in, placing light pecks on his body while I thrust into him. “I love you, Jonas. No matter what, I love you. Never doubt that.”

  “I… I’m not. Never will.” Jonas breathed out and arched into me, pushing his weight back on my dick.

  The force in which he did so nearly toppled me off my feet. I held my ground. I straightened my body and held onto his waist, placing one hand on his cock.

  Jonas’s erection was hard as steel and moist. I jerked it in my palm at the same rate as my lunges. I licked the sweat off the back of his neck.

  “You ready to come for me?”

  “Yes… please. Just don’t stop. You’re in the right spot.”

  Judging from the moans and grunts I knew I was. His body reacted to mine as we continued to make love vertically behind this door. I toyed with his balls and massaged Jonas’s shaft, rubbing the tip with my thumb.

  Feeling my own undoing on the brink, I pulled out, then slammed into him harder, forcing him forward. My balls drew up tight against my body and my shoulders stiffened, readying myself to shoot a load into him.

  “Jonas… Oh God, Jonas, yes!” In moments, my resolve collapsed and my dick drained itself into Jonas’s tight orifice. I yelled at the top of my lungs, not feeling the least bit of guilt that we weren’t alone in the house.

  “Santiago!” Jonas yelled out and my hand was instantly coated in his release. He shot several times, making my entire hand wet with his cum.

  “Fuck…” I refused to pull out and licked the perspiration trail on his back.

  “Jonas… I love you. I fucking love you. I’ll never stop.”

  “I love you too, Santi.” Jonas managed through baited breaths.

  After pressing a light kiss on the back of his neck, I moved back to the bed and collapsed. I rubbed my head of the moisture, completely sweaty but happy.

  Jonas fell on the bed with me, still panting. “I meant it, baby. I love you.”

  I rolled off to the side and shifted to face him. When he eyed me, I gripped his chin and softly kissed his mouth. “I love you too, Jonas. No matter what, that will never change.” And that was true, because although I wanted the three of us together, I wouldn’t stop loving Jonas. Regardless, if my fucked up dream came to fruition or not, we would be together.

  Forever.

  Forever mine.

  * * * *

  Myles

  “Mr. Greyson? We need to check her vitals and a couple of other things. Do you mind stepping outside?”

  I looked up from my mother who’d suf
fered yet another setback. Once I moved her from the ghetto-est hospital of Chicago to one of the best in the world, she had a stroke in the middle of the night. I was here the whole time with her, only calling Santiago to check on Macy, who seemed to be doing great according to him. Despite me being in the same building with her, Mother’s health took a turn for the worst and the doctor advised me it might be best to make arrangements.

  Overwhelmed with emotions, I rose from my chair and eyed her peaceful face. She had a tube hanging from every part of her body and an oxygen mask over her mouth. I shook my head, then pressed my lips onto her forehead before taking my leave. The nurses nodded sadly at me and closed the door.

  After I stood there, I finally made the walk to the waiting room across the way. The staff had taken good care of us, making sure she and I were comfortable over these last few days. They’d brought me every meal, gave me a bed on another floor, and kept me abreast of everything they could do for Momma.

  Despite the top-notch care, her cancer had gotten more aggressive with the chemotherapy, something I’d never heard. She was 76, but in fabulous health until Dad passed.

  Now, I suppose it was her turn.

  Seemingly, she wanted to join my father and go home.

  Needing to hear good news, I lifted the phone from my pocket and pushed speed dial one. I’d moved Santiago there because he had Macy and because I loved hearing his sweet voice.

  The phone rang three times and just as I was about to hang-up, a voice sounded that wasn’t Santiago’s.

  “Hello?”

  It was gruff and deep. I hadn’t heard it over a week. It was Jonas. All deep and manly and…

  I cleared my throat. “Hello, Jonas. Is Santiago available?”

  “No, he’s not. He’s feeding little Macy right now. I’m telling you Myles, you might not recognize her when you come out here. She’s growing like a little weed,” Jonas laughed.

  I chuckled along with him about Macy then shrugged. I had nothing to say to him so I tried ending the call. “Um, okay, well, tell Santiago I wanted to speak to him. I’ll let you go−”