“I love you, Penelope,” Nate’s velvety voice said into my ear from behind. I leaned back to kiss him, torturing Rex beneath me with my stillness. “Do you want my cock or my tongue back here?” Nate growled as his cock lurched at the crack of my ass. “I want you to fuck me—I want you both at the same time.” Rex’s teased cock lurched inside of me—I’d never taken them together like that.
Nate reached over toward the bottle of lube and slicked both of us up. “Tell me if it’s too much, babe,” Nate said as he positioned himself at my back entrance. “Fuck,” I moaned as he slid slowly into me. The sensation of being stretched by both of them was more intense than I’d ever imagined. The sexual satisfaction of being filled by them I expected, but I didn’t expect the emotion of the three of us being physically joined, so close, so intimate, to be so completely overwhelming that I felt tears spring to my eyes.
“Are you okay, baby? Does that hurt?” Rex’s deep baritone asked, his palm cradling my cheek. Nate stopped moving until I answered. “I-I’m perfect,” I answered, “I just love you both so much.” He exhaled in relief, his long arms reaching along my sides to clasp Nate’s strong thighs as Nate began to thrust again from behind. We made love for the next hour, three lovers tangled into each other, my body the conduit between the hearts and bodies of the two finest men I’ve ever known. That night, and many others just like it, I knew I was the luckiest girl on earth.
Chapter Eighteen
“So things have changed?” My question hung in the air like a puff of smoke. I sat across from the somber Rex in a café in Bogotá. Nate was down the street shopping for some computer part he needed. The air was humid and thick, the beginning of Colombian summer bearing down.
He took a slow sip from his steaming mug of black coffee, swallowing as if savoring a sip of fine bourbon. “I’m not sure when it happened, but it happened. I want him, like I want you—in that way. At least, when you’re there, the lines are blurred.”
We’d been locked together in bliss since Rex came home—the three of us in love, oblivious to the morals and standards of the world back home. Rex had allowed Nate to express his feelings physically, but always through oral sex. The night before, however, had been different.
We’d come to the city two days prior to spend a weekend away from the remote compound we called home. Rex indulged us with an urban break—restaurants, bars, shopping, and maid service. Nate and I loved life on King Rex Island, but we were also young city-dwellers at heart, and Bogotá was the sort of eclectic melting pot of chaos that he knew we’d enjoy. Rex merely tolerated it, but did enjoy watching us cavort like carefree young adults.
The night prior, Nate and I spent the evening partying at a hot local dance club. Rex refused to go with us. “Loud, smoky bars just aren’t my thing,” he said when I whined for him to join us. When we got back from a night of grinding our bodies for hours on the sticky dance floor, Rex was waiting up in a large side chair, his usual tumbler of whiskey in his right hand. “I wish you’d have been there,” I said to him as I wiped off my eye makeup. “I wanted to grind my hips between the two sexiest men in Colombia.” Nate unbuttoned his shirt as Rex looked up from some book he was reading—a hard cover, written in Spanish.
“He can’t dance, Pen,” Nate said as he unfastened the heavy Rolex from around his wrist.
“What the fuck? Of course I can dance.” Rex stood up from his chair.
“This is news to me,” Nate said with a shrug.
“It’s Colombia, for fuck’s sake—my hips don’t lie!”
Nate and I groaned at Rex’s tired Shakira reference, but he ignored us and walked to the center of the large hotel suite, kicking an oversized velvet ottoman to the side. He held up his right hand to me in a classic, “Shall we dance?” pose.
I shook my head no, fighting peals of laughter. “I can’t… I’ll pee my pants!”
He pointed his scolding index finger at me, before turning to the blushing Nate.
“Scared?” he taunted, adding, “Can the pretty boy cut a rug?”
“Oh my God!” I squealed, snorting like a teenager.
“This is messed up,” Nate said through his laughter, walking toward Rex.
“I’m not talking about that gyrating shit you did at the club. I mean actual moves!”
“What music do you want?” I asked. Nate’s hand was in Rex’s raised right one, their arms laced around each other’s waists. Seeing their bodies so close, my mood went from amused to downright horny.
“On my phone there’s a Latin dance playlist—just pick any of those.” Rex’s eyes never left Nate’s, their bodies so close I could barely concentrate on the music. My eyes wandered to where their crotches touched. With a click on Rex’s phone, the lyrical tones of a song named Tango Al Dente poured from the device. “Let me lead,” Rex said quietly to Nate as he twisted his hips. “I always do,” Nate flirted, his lean body flawlessly mimicking the swerving motion of Rex’s torso.
One foot, then the other, and within seconds my men were gliding across the floor, Nate effortlessly keeping up with Rex’s fluid tango moves. Their bodies melded together as one as they moved—large, masculine, and sensually intertwined. I fell onto the overstuffed sofa in the living room of the hotel suite, watching them dance and craving them so badly I could feel the moisture soak my lace panties.
The music ended and the men stopped moving, but didn’t let go of each other. Rex held Nate close, cheek to cheek, for several long moments before they reluctantly parted. “That was epic,” Nate breathed as he sank into the sofa next to me. I fell into him. “I loved that,” I sighed. I reached down to pull off my stilettos, rubbing my feet from the long night of dancing.
Rex knelt down in front of me, his strong fingers taking over as he massaged my feet. “So next time, I’ll pick the place and we’ll do that kind of dancing—deal?”
“Deal,” we both answered without hesitation.
“I’m going to bed,” Rex said, stepping out of his shoes and walking toward the bedroom. “First one in here is getting fucked.”
I looked at Nate, my eyes wide. “Go!” I urged.
“He didn’t mean it, babe. He won’t even really kiss me.”
“But what if…?” I raised an eyebrow, the thought driving me wild with need.
I’d noticed Rex getting more and more sexual with Nate. There’d been more touching, a growing physical closeness ever since he’d come home from the hospital. Change was in the air, and I could sense it whether they did or not.
“Come on, let’s go together,” I said, reaching for Nate’s hand.
Rex stood naked next to the bed—a bottle of his favorite lube placed on the duvet as Nate and I walked in together arm in arm.
“Ah, a tie,” he said. “Good plan…good for me, anyway. Strip and do it quickly.”
He pointed to the plush green carpet. “On your knees, both of you,” he commanded. It was typical for Rex to begin with Nate and I kneeled in front of him, pleasuring him with our mouths, either one at a time or together. It had become standard Rex foreplay, two eager tongues lavishing attention on the giant cock they adored. But tonight, Rex ended the tongue bath quickly, directing me to lie on my back on the edge of the bed.
He deftly removed all of the metal piercing the shaft of his cock except the one along the ridge underneath—I’d never seen him take that one out. I asked him why once, and he simply answered, “It feels too fucking good.”
“Lick her,” he said to Nate, casually pointing to my flooded pussy. I spread my legs wide as Nate’s talented tongue drove me to the brink of orgasm. Rex removing the metal meant he had plans for my ass—but he usually only did that after I’d come several times.
Nate’s tongue drove me to ecstasy as Rex hovered over me from the side, his teeth pulling a nipple as I groaned and struggled for more. I was in heaven, two mouths and twenty fingers licking, fucking, sucking, pulling, and kissing overwhelmed me with carnal pleasure until I begged them to stop—my release so
complete it exhausted me.
“Fuck her. Hard.” Rex barked at Nate.
I was still shuddering from my climax when Nate’s long cock pounded into me, time and time again. Rex knelt on the bed behind him, spreading the slippery lube over his thick cock as he watched. Nate stopped thrusting, burying himself deep inside me as Rex leaned over his strong back to kiss me. Our three faces were touching as Rex’s tongue slid across mine.
Nate groaned as Rex bit my lower lip. I could feel the movement, but Nate wasn’t thrusting—Rex was…into Nate.
Rex’s lips didn’t leave mine as he slid his well-lubed hardness into Nate, an erotic moan from Nate vibrating across my chest. The moment was too hot—I had to watch. I pulled back from Rex’s kiss, my view obscured by Nate lying on top of me, his throbbing cock impaling me. With both large hands, Rex spread Nate wide, slamming into his virgin ass with more force than he’d ever fucked me with.
Nate’s face rose to mine, his cock resuming its punishing thrust into my clenching pussy. His steel-blue eyes misted over with lust as he sank his sharp teeth into the side of my neck, bringing me to yet another thundering orgasm. Rex pulled him up by his shoulders, wrenching Nate’s bite from the delicate skin of my throat. “Watch,” Rex snapped at me. Nate hovered over me, his cock hard and slick from our shared arousal. I leaned up the best I could with Nate’s heavy torso braced across mine, watching as Rex fucked him. Hard, then agonizingly slow, the rhythm changing as he edged both of their climaxes. The look in both of their eyes was pure desire—Rex wasn’t just giving Nate what he wanted, he was fucking him because he craved it, too.
With one hand pulling back on Nate’s shoulder to keep him raised from me, Rex’s other large hand reached around to fist Nate’s long cock, stroking him in rhythm to his own thrusts into Nate’s backside. “Fuck,” Nate howled as he came, the creamy seed coating my chest.
“Lick it up,” Rex growled. Nate’s hungry tongue lapped at my breasts as Rex exploded in orgasm, collapsing over Nate’s back in a sexual dog-pile of the three of us, exhausted, our hearts and bodies wondrously wrapped together as one.
“Why can’t I go with you?” Rex was dressing to go into the city. It had been two weeks since we’d been to Bogotá for the weekend, and we’d had so much fun I yearned to go back. The memory of Rex inside of Nate for the first time that weekend was still my favorite fantasy, even though since that night they’d been together in that way several times.
He finished buttoning up a dark linen shirt. He’d given up his trademark black t-shirts in favor of button ups to go over the wound dressings. Now, he was fully healed and back to wearing his soft t-shirts—except for today. “Penny,” he turned toward me and took me into his arms, “I know you’re going stir crazy cooped up here. I promise we’ll go into the city again next week, okay? The three of us. But today…I need to go alone because I’m working on a surprise.” I nuzzled up toward his neck, standing on my tiptoes to reach him. “I love surprises,” I said before planting a kiss as high as I could reach.
“Good. Behave, and I should be able to show you tonight.”
“I will. Nate’s supposed to teach me that funky pressure point stuff and some other defense thing.”
“Oh shit, I’m in trouble,” he teased, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine.
“I love you.” I missed him already.
“I love you more than anything, baby.”
The new driver, Samuel, interrupted our kiss, and with a quick wave, Rex was gone.
By the time he came home, it was dark. Nate and I were cuddled up on the sofa in the living room, marathon watching our favorite Netflix shows. Rex knelt down in front of us, blocking the blue glow of the television screen. “I need to talk to the two of you,” he said, his face somber. My heart froze as we followed him to the kitchen, where he flicked on the overhead light. “Sit,” he commanded, pointing to the bar stools.
“Okay, this won’t be easy for me,” he paced in front of us. “I don’t do mush, but I need to get this out.” We both nodded, Nate’s hand reaching for mine.
Rex began to slowly unbutton his shirt. “So these unfortunate bullet holes pretty much fucked up my artwork, as you know. So, I went to my tattoo gal today and got some patchwork done.”
“Did you get Evelyn’s name removed?” After the shooting, I nagged him to get her name taken off and also to stop wearing his gold wedding band. All I managed to get out of him was, “Let me think about it.”
He took a deep breath. “No, Princess. I’ve thought about it, but let me explain. The ring,” he held up his right hand, “I had it resized today to wear on this finger. Maybe someday I’ll wear a different one on my left ring finger,” he shot us both a warm grin. “But, the ring is a big part of my past, and it’s a good reminder to me to never, ever let love come last again. As far as the tattoos, this is the story of my life,” he dropped the shirt to the ground. “The good and the bad, they are all lessons to me. I did, however, make an addition today.” My eyes went to the bandage across his midsection, just above the Trust tattoo. With a slight grimace he pulled it off. It was red, wrapped it some sort of cellophane looking tape, but we were there. I blinked hard to try to see through the fountain of tears that clouded my eyes.
“I can’t believe it,” I whispered in awe.
“It has to heal, it’ll look better, don’t worry…”
Nate was frozen in his seat, his hand gripping mine so tightly I was losing circulation. “You didn’t have to…I mean you already…for me…” Nate couldn’t put words together. He gulped and managed to get out, “I never thought you’d do that for me.”
I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand. In the same script as the word Trust, Penelope and Nathaniel were intertwined with the Roman numeral for three. “It’s beautiful, thank you.” He walked toward us. “You’re so damn sappy—I’ll be bitching tomorrow about how badly it itches—such fucking long names.” Nate pulled me up from my stool and we fell into Rex, who gave an overly dramatic, “Ow!” as we selfishly examined the fresh tattoo.
“Thank you,” Nate whispered, his fingers tracing the letters of his name as Rex winced.
I placed a palm on each man’s cheek. “You two complete me,” I said, the words cliché, but I meant them. Nate’s lips fell onto mine, the comforting embrace of Rex’s arms wrapped around us both. Nate and I broke our kiss when Rex spoke. “I love you both more than life,” he said as his deep blue eyes misted over.
Rex leaned in, lowering his quivering lips to mine. I loved him so much at that moment that I could barely focus. He kissed me, warm and loving, for what felt like forever—I never wanted his lips to leave mine. When we parted, he gave me a warm smile before turning his loving gaze to Nate. Despite the sexual closeness they’d discovered, Rex had yet to kiss Nate the way he kissed me. I expected him to maybe say something to Nate, possibly give him a hair ruffle or a peck on the forehead, but what happened next caused tears to pour down my cheeks. Rex kissed him—long, intimate, and without reserve. Kissing both men was spiritual for me, but seeing them kiss each other—hard jaws, scruffy five-o-clock shadows, strong lips melding together bound us as three in ways I could never have imagined.
After the kiss, Rex held up left his hand, three fingers splayed out at us. “Three,” he said. “We are three. I love you both.”
I reached up three fingers and held them to Rex’s. “Three, I love you both,” I repeated.
Nate gulped hard before holding up three fingers from his left hand to ours and repeated the words that I knew would become an oath between us for the rest of our lives—“Three, I love you both.” A joyous tear slid down my cheek as nine fingers intertwined in an unbreakable bond that exists to this day. Love finds a way to thrive—defying all labels, crashing through all boundaries, forgiving and mending the pain of the past.
We are three, and we love each other. Nothing else matters—we have found our own version of true love, and for the three of us, it’s perfect.
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