by Lily Harlem
“Pretty fucking amazing,” Brent said, smoothing his hand over my belly.
“I’ll third that,” Gabe added, propping onto his elbow and looking at us both. “I’d had many thoughts of what it would be like to see you two together, but nothing prepared me for the fact it would be the horniest thing I’d ever seen.” He stroked the back of his index finger down my cheek. “I just couldn’t help myself. I had to have you there and then.”
“You can always have me any way you want, whenever you want,” I said, smiling lazily.
“Brent?” Gabe said, looking at him.
Brent reached out and cupped Gabe’s cheek.
“I’m hopelessly and completely yours,” Brent said. “And Hayley’s. My heart is at your mercy.”
Gabe’s face softened.
My heart rate, which had been starting to slow, picked up pace again. Brent was ours, our responsibility, and I loved that I was falling in love with him.
“Wait, hang on,” Gabe said, suddenly jumping up.
Naked, he bent over, giving Brent and me a good look at his sexy ass as he rummaged in his trouser pocket. After a few seconds he stood, turned, and held up a key.
“What’s that?” Brent asked.
I smiled and reached for Brent’s wrist. “It’s something for you, from us,” I said. “Open your hand.”
He did as I’d asked and Gabe placed the small brass key in his palm. “It’s a key to our home,” Gabe said.
“And to our hearts,” I added.
Brent curled his fingers around the key. “Really?”
“Yes, we want you here as much as you want to be here, spending time with us, in our lives and in our bed. Please don’t ever feel alone,” I said.
“No, not when we want you so badly,” Gabe said, leaning down and kissing Brent. “Say yes,” he said onto Brent’s lips. “Please.” He pushed Brent’s damp hair from his forehead. “Say that you’ll take the key.”
“Yes,” Brent said, smiling. “Yes, fucking yes.” He kissed Gabe again, a quick hard kiss, then turned to me and did the same, still smiling as he did it. “This is more than I ever dreamed. More than I could ever have dared hope for.”
“We could say the same about you,” Gabe said. “I think we’ll make each other very happy.”
“Yes,” Brent said, holding up the key and looking at it as though it was a very precious object. “I guess it’s true,” he said.
“What?” I asked, coiling my arm over his waist and snuggling close.
“That when one door shuts, another one opens.”
Epilogue
Brent
Two Years Later
“I’ll be right back,” Hayley said, slipping from the bed and heading into the ensuite. She was gloriously naked and I knew I’d never get tired of seeing her sexy ass and long legs.
“Bloody hell,” Gabe said, watching her go. “What do you think it will be?”
“No idea,” I said, curling my hand over his hips. “I guess it’s fifty-fifty.”
“Mmm…” Gabe turned to me and smiled. He was all sleepy and bed-warm and his skin felt so good against mine. “In every sense of the word.”
I slipped my hand lower and found his cock. He was always hard in the morning, one of the many things I loved about him. And on a day like today, a Sunday morning in Henley at the manor, it was a perfect start—well, almost perfect. We’d see what Hayley said in a few minutes.
Gabe sighed and pushed his hips upwards, thrusting his cock harder into my hand.
I squeezed it the way he liked, slowly, root to tip. “So what shall we do to pass the time?”
“Use your imagination?” Gabe said, reaching for my cock and giving it a similar long, hard stroke.
I groaned. The feel of his big hands on my dick was sublime, and I, too, was hard and ready to go.
He leaned over and kissed me.
I turned to my side so that out cocks were parallel. With my free hand I grasped his ass and pulled him closer.
“Ah, yeah,” he said, in his low sexy, give-me-some-voice.
I began to rut against him, smoothing my cock up and down his. The feelings were so intense, the sensations awesome. Hayley loved watching us do this, seeing us lose control in the end stages then spurt our loads onto our bellies. She said it made her wish her strap-on cock would lie upwards so she could join in.
“I think this will pass the time,” Gabe said.
“What time?” Hayley said, slipping in behind Gabe and looking over his shoulder at me
“Hales?” I said.
“It takes a few minutes,” she said with a grin. “Let me snuggle.”
Gabe suddenly released my ass cheeks, pulled back and took her arm. He reared up then tugged her between us.
She giggled and clutched his shoulders as she landed on her back.
“Careful,” I said, worrying as I often did about her delicateness.
“I’m fine,” she said, touching my cheek. “Really I am.”
I kissed her. She tasted of toothpaste and her skin smelled of the cream she liked to rub on after she’d washed her face. She was so girly and pretty, yet had such a sharp wit and a calculating mind. She was everything I could ever dream of in a woman, the same way Gabe was everything I wanted in a man.
I’d never been happier than at this point in my life. With Gabe and Hayley as my lovers. They were also my best friends and the people who’d taken me into their lives. I was now building a future with them—a future built on honesty, love and commitment. We were tied together for the right reasons: respect, adoration and a sense of feeling lucky to have found each other.
“Let’s make love,” she said. “While we wait.”
“It seems like a sensible option,” I said grinning.
I wound my hand down her body and slipped my fingers through her pubic hair. Gabe’s hand was already there, teasing her clit and stroking her soft folds.
I ducked and kissed her breasts, sending kisses over them and nipping on her taut peaks. I toyed my fingers with Gabe’s, spreading her juice and tangling together at her entrance.
“Mmm…” she said, running her fingers through my hair, “that’s nice.”
I sensed Gabe shifting lower, the sheets wafting the air.
I copied him and slid beneath the cover.
Hayley parted her legs wider and bent her knees up.
We settled between them.
Gabe found my mouth and kissed me. I felt so surrounded by them, entrenched in my two lovers. Life was perfect.
“Boys…” Hayley said, her fingers joining in with ours as she fingered herself. “Get those sexy mouths on me.”
“She’s so damn demanding,” Gabe said.
“That’s why we love her,” I said, kissing across Gabe’s cheek to his ear and nibbling on his lobe. “But we should probably give her what she wants.” As I’d spoken I’d found her entrance and eased in.
She tensed her internal muscles around my finger and moaned in the sweetest of ways that always made my dick harder.
“Good idea,” Gabe said, his breaths heavy. “Don’t want her getting too demanding.” He slipped a finger next to mine, so we were both gently stroking her insides.
I found Gabe’s mouth again, kissed him, my tongue probing in time with our questing fingers. Hayley was touching herself, the tips of her nails just lightly scratching my hand as she circled her clit. It was so fucking hot when she did that, and the fact she was happy to masturbate for us while we sat back with a Scotch sometimes after work and watched, was the icing on the cake of that fantasy.
“Ahh…yeah…more…” she gasped.
I pulled away from Gabe and set my mouth over her clit. She moved her fingers from herself. Gabe followed, his tongue fondling her labia and also brushing my cheek.
“Oh, God, yes…” she said, wrapping her leg around my back. Her other heel touched my opposite shoulder, and I guessed she done the same to Gabe, trapping us between her thighs with our mouths against her wet, en
gorged pussy.
She was so soft and dainty, a contrast to her strength of character, and I found that one of the most endearing things about my female lover. I had the urge to protect her, fight her corner, and while she would need me physically, mentally she could hold her own. There were times, if I had a spare afternoon, I’d go to the public gallery of whatever courthouse she was defending in, just to see her in action. I’d inevitably sit there with a hard-on, watching her strut her stuff, lashing criminals with her intelligence. Afterwards, I’d always be keen to fuck the minute I got her in private; luckily, she didn’t seem to mind that.
“Bloody hell, she’s near,” Gabe murmured, turning and nibbling at Hayley’s thigh.
Around our fingers, more moisture poured and her clit was swollen against my tongue.
“I’m going to fuck her,” I said, breathlessly, “want to feel her pussy hug my dick.”
“You fuck her and I’ll fuck you,” Gabe said, giving me a wicked bite on my shoulder.
I gasped, knowing there’d be teethmarks and a bruise. Not that I minded. Gabe and I often got rough together, but never with Hayley, especially not now if…
I shucked the covers away and her leg fell from my shoulder. I crawled up her, my cock tapping on her thigh.
“You’re squeaking,” I said teasingly, hovering over her and looking down at her rosy cheeks.
“You know it’s my undoing when I feel both of your fingers in me,” she said breathlessly.
I grinned. “We know all your hot spots, Hales.” I reached for her hand and tugged it away from her clit that she was rubbing at again. “Please, allow me.” I pushed her arms over her head and trapped them in one hand. I propped my weight onto my elbows, being careful not to squash her.
“I won’t break,” she said, frowning and bucking her hips toward me.
“We’re not risking anything,” Gabe said over my shoulder as he grabbed the lube. “So quit complaining.”
I smiled and kissed her, spreading the flavor of Gabe’s kisses and her hot pussy over her lips.
I eased into her cunt.
My balls retracted and my dick surged. The sensation of her tight, damp muscles hugging me was nearly my undoing.
She groaned into my mouth and I mixed it with my moan of pleasure.
Gabe was behind me, smoothing my ass cheeks that had tensed as I’d sank to full depth. I knew that wouldn’t bother him, though; he’d get in, find my hole and give me what I needed.
Coolness tunneled through my buttocks and swiped over my ass as he spread the lube. I wondered if he’d ease me open or drive in. It depended what mood he was in. Sometimes, Gabe liked to be slow and lazy about prepping and drawing out our foreplay, other occasions he couldn’t wait and he simply surged in, like he was drilling for oil or shafting powder into a rifle.
My testicles butted into Hayley and the tip of my cock met with a firmness deep inside her.
She broke the kiss and stared up at me.
“You’re so hard,” she whispered.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, fuck no, give me it.” She tugged her arms.
I released her.
Immediately, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and held me close.
“Gabe,” she said. “Hurry…”
“Doing my best,” Gabe said.
“Oh…fuck…” I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. “That’s it, right there.”
Gabe had gone straight for my prostate, slipping two digits through my sphincter and jamming his fingertips against that special place that made me want to unload spunk the minute anything went near it.
I held my breath and enjoyed the sensation of him giving me a deep, internal massage that held such incredible denseness.
Hayley squirmed and I had to concentrate really hard not to come and spoil the moment. “Please…” I gasped.
Gabe must have heard the desperation in my tone, because he pulled out and gave my ass a hard slap.
The sting raged across my skin, delighting and thrilling me. It also allowed me to harness control again and not spurt into Hayley. I concentrated on it and sealed in the pain and the pleasure.
“Fuck,” I said through gritted teeth as heat bloomed over my skin like a lick of fire. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“It’s here,” Gabe said, lining the tip of his cock up with my hole. “Get ready for it.”
I was open and prepared for him, my sphincter trembling. The slap was resonating in my ears and on my flesh.
He pushed in.
This was it, my moment of feeling as completely loved and secure as any man could be. Inside Hayley and with Gabe buried in me was a moment of actualization—this was what I’d been born for, why I existed; it was the height of my pleasure.
Gabe’s thick dick eased me open till a nip of stinging heat caught my ring and made me gasp, then the weight followed, his heavy cock driving deeper.
I groaned as his tip eased over my prostate.
“Brent,” Hayley whispered. “Make love to me.”
“Yes…” I murmured, opening my eyes and rocking into her.
Gabe hit full depth, pushing my body harder against Hayley’s clit.
“Oh…” she said, dropping her head back on the pillow. “Yes, there…”
Gabe set the pace, fucking my ass with a slow, considerate rhythm and holding his weight so none of it was on Hayley.
“You boys are going to make me come so fast,” Hayley gasped, reaching past me to grip Gabe’s biceps.
“Yes, come…” I said. This type of connection was so special, it was often over quickly the first time we did it in a session. Later would come the slow, teasing fucks when we all had stamina. “I want us all to come together.”
“I’m so near,” Gabe said. “You fire and I’ll go.”
Hayley groaned and her pussy clamped around my cock.
I matched her moan and it vibrated through my lungs and circled my ribs.
“Yes…” she said, digging her nails into my shoulders.
Gabe hissed. She was no doubt treating him to her fingernails too.
She came and her internal walls spasmed.
I let her climax unleash mine. My balls tightened and shot hot release up my cock and into her.
“Ah, fuck, so much,” Gabe shouted, slamming into me, one hard thrust.
He released at the same time as I did, and my asshole twitched and spasmed.
“Damn, you’re going to kill me…” he groaned, latching his mouth on to my shoulder, over the bite mark.
I pushed back onto him. My pulse was raging in my ears, my lungs were straining and my heart clattering. I was so full of love, so full of them. I needed nothing else.
Or so I thought.
I came back to the present and realized that time must have passed.
“Hales,” I said breathlessly “Shall we look?”
Gabe kissed my shoulder then up to my ear. “I reckon that killed a few minutes.”
“Yes,” Hayley said, shifting and relaxing her grip on me. “Phew, that was intense.”
“You okay?” I asked, frowning.
She slapped my shoulder. “Bloody hell, we don’t even know yet and you’re fussing.”
Gabe slid his cock from my ass. I bit my bottom lip and stared down at Hayley. I loved the feeling of him pulling back but also hated it. The loss of him there made me sad for the briefest of moments.
But I knew there’d always be more.
I slipped from Hayley and looked down at her slender, flushed body. Her nipples were tight peaks and her skin a little grazed from my body hair.
She drew up her legs and scooted to the edge of the bed.
Gabe knelt next to me, wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulled me against him and kissed my temple. “What will be will be,” he whispered.
My stomach knotted and a shiver of anticipation crawled over my sweat-damp skin.
That small white plastic stick on the bedside drawers held the key to our future—a future
we all desperately wanted together.
Hayley picked it up without looking at it. She turned to face us and pulled in a deep breath, her breasts rising and then falling.
“Go on,” Gabe said. “What’s the result?”
I licked my lips. My mouth was dry. My focus fuzzed.
“Hales,” Gabe said, impatience lacing his tone as he squeezed me closer. He was as anxious as me.
“Yes,” Hayley said, nodding. She looked down at it.
I held my breath, reached for Gabe’s hand and gripped it tight.
“Yes,” she said again. “Yes.”
“Yes?” I said. “Yes what?” I didn’t dare hope. Couldn’t give that ecstatic emotion space to burst out if it wasn’t going to be allowed to.
“Yes,” she said again and flashed the stick our way. “I’m pregnant, you’re going to be fathers.”
The words rattled around my brain, ricocheting and bouncing. My emotions pinged skyward. Everything I’d ever hoped for was going to happen, was happening.
Gabe grabbed the side of my face, turned my head and kissed me hard.
A whimper of delight burst from my chest when he released me and rushed to Hayley.
He scooped her into his arms and kissed her too.
I stared at them both. My soul felt complete. Our union wasn’t conventional, but we were as happy as any family could ever be, and now we would be adding to it.
It didn’t matter who the biological father was, the child was ours, mine, Gabe’s and Hayley’s, and we’d all love and cherish it—I already did.
I climbed from the bed and wrapped my arms around both Gabe and Hayley, pulled them close into my embrace and set my lips on Hayley’s head. She was so precious to me, I couldn’t imagine her being more so, yet here she was, carrying our child.
I shut my eyes and felt Gabe stroke my cheek.
The day I’d walked into his office and had seen him sitting behind his huge desk all gorgeous and competent had been the best day of my life. It had changed the course of my future. His sexy smile, the way his eyes smoldered when he’d looked at me, it had released something deep inside that I couldn’t deny any longer. I’d tried to live a gay life, attempted a marriage to a woman, but it was this, having two people to love, to give myself to that was my destiny.