by Trina Lane
“Oh God, wait. Too much. I don’t—”
“It’s okay, angel. We’re going to do this slow. I know you can do this. Just breathe for a few seconds. You are so damn tight. Conor was right. I’ve never felt anything like you surrounding me.” He didn’t move any further until her channel softened around him. “There you go, baby. I can feel you loosening up, good girl.”
He started to thrust in and out. His hands were on her hips moving her up and down his cock. He filled her to overflowing, but it felt so damn good. He felt different inside her than Conor had. Wider, fuller. His crown was fatter, and it pushed through her burning muscles with tenderness but determination. She felt herself getting slicker, and Rick was moving easier inside her. She cried out.
Conor pressed a hand to Calleigh’s back to lower her down against Rick’s chest. Rick reached back and held her lush round cheeks open for him. Conor placed little kisses along her neck and back. Holding on the base of his erection he fit the head of his cock against her back entrance. He slowly worked his way in. He could tell she was trying to relax her muscles.
“Tá sin ar fheabhas.”
Was that his voice so deep and throaty? The only words he could use to express how exquisite Calleigh felt were from his homeland. He finally made it all the way in, and the welcoming heat surrounded him. They paused for a moment to let her get used to the sensation. His brain had officially left the building as he was reduced to a being of pure sensation, demanding more of the incredible pressure and heat of Calleigh’s body. He gave a little nod of his head, and Rick pulled back. Conor groaned at the feel of Rick’s cock rubbing against his, separated only by the thin barrier. After a few strokes, he began to move, he and Rick counterthrusting into Calleigh’s body. Her cries echoed around them as they loved her together. He loved this woman so much. He cherished her. He burned for her.
Calleigh felt so full. She was bombarded by sensations. Rick and Conor slid in and out of her body in perfect rhythm. Nothing in her prior experiences prepared her for this. Rick kissed her for long minutes as Conor leant forward to suck on her neck. All three of them panted. Their breathing was laboured and various moans filled the room as they sped towards completion. The intensity of the emotions being thrown around the room was overwhelming. Both Rick and Conor gasped and whispered love words in her ear. Rick was the first to cry out. His hips bucked up in rapid fire, his hands clenching her hips, and his head thrown back. Conor sped up immediately, fucking her deeper and harder. All of a sudden, all three of them stiffened. Multiple screams rent the air. She felt their cocks pulse as they filled her with their release, and pure mind-blowing pleasure washed over her. Lights exploded behind her eyes, and she felt as if she were floating.
Calleigh was awakened by the feel of a wash cloth wiping between her legs and across her bottom. She was lying on her side between the two men. Rick threw the cloth on the floor and lay back down on the bed. Conor rubbed his hands up and down her arms and across her back. He kept placing little kisses on her neck and shoulders. Rick searched her face.
“Are you okay, angel?”
She nodded her head. “It’s never been like that before. Thank you.”
“For us either, Ár Ghrá. Let us rest now, an’ we can love some more later.”
Chapter Four
Calleigh rolled over in bed as the sun slanted through the sheers on the windows. As she stretched she felt a wonderful ache in muscles that hadn’t been used in a long time. Her arms encountered a large hard body, and she turned her head to see Conor still asleep next to her. Rolling to her side she watched him in slumber. His auburn hair looked more red in the sunlight. His fair skin showed traces of morning beard, and she wondered what it would feel like rubbing against her skin. She reached up to trace the slash of his eyebrows and ran a fingertip across his lips. She gasped as he opened his mouth and sucked her finger inside. The pull made her womb flutter, and she looked up to see those blue-green eyes twinkling in amusement. Pulling her finger out of his mouth, she leant forward to kiss him.
“Good morning.”
“Mornin’ muirnín.” He reached out and pulled Calleigh into his body.
Since Kevin had died, waking up with a man in her bed had become unfamiliar, but with Conor it felt right. The only person missing was Rick. She had missed the closeness and lethargy of waking with a lover after a night of passion. She burrowed deeper in the blankets and snuggled in closer to the warmth of Conor’s body, tangling their legs beneath the sheets. His eyes had closed again, and he caressed her hair as she laid her head on his chest.
“Conor?”
“Hmm?”
“What are you saying when you speak Gaelic? Not everything, but I’d like to know a couple of the words.”
He rolled to his back and took Calleigh with him to lie on top of him. She propped her chin on her hands and looked up at him. “Muirnín means sweetheart or beloved.” He kissed her forehead. “Mo ghrá means my love.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Ár ghrá means our love.” He frowned. “Does it bother you when I speak the language of Shannon? That ye canny understand? I’ll stop. Sometimes ‘tis not something I do on purpose, it just comes out.”
“No. It doesn’t bother me. It’s a beautiful language and sounds so damn sexy when your deep voice whispers in my ear. I was just curious.”
“Usually the unconscious stuff only happens if I’m troilled, really full aff, or when you’ve melted me brain with pleasure.” He reached under her arms and lifted her up so he could kiss her.
Conor’s lips were soft with morning sleepiness. His tongue slipped inside and lazily rubbed against hers. The soft licks were just as devastating as the more demanding intense kisses. Her insides were turning to liquid as she floated in dreamy desire. Suddenly, her world spun as Conor rolled. She landed on her back, and he levered himself over her. Her legs automatically separated to cradle his hips. The kiss deepened. Conor’s hands threaded through her hair and held their lips together. His pelvis thrust against her centre, and she tilted her hips. She felt the moisture gathering between her legs and raised her legs to wrap around his back. One push and Conor was inside her. The invasion was heavenly. She cried out into his mouth. There was no pausing this time. He plunged deep in rhythmic strokes, hips canting forward and back as she lifted into the thrusts.
Conor separated from Calleigh’s sweet lips. The feel of her warm wet channel gripping him so snugly was heaven. She was laid out for him like a feast, and he wanted to gorge himself on every delectable inch of her skin. He braced himself on his forearms and dipped his head to her round full, soft breasts. He traced his tongue over the thin line of a blue vein. He circled the areola and slipped the turgid plush nipple between his lips and suckled.
The boys had nursed here. Someday, his child would nurse here. He wanted to see that. A small head nestled to her chest, the scent of baby powder in the air. A child created in love by the three of them. It wouldn’t matter if he or Rick were the biological father. They had known and fully accepted that when they’d decided they wanted to embrace this lifestyle permanently.
He slowly increased the pace of his thrusts. Calleigh’s muscles were rippling down the length of his cock. He was so damn hard he knew this wouldn’t last long but was determined to give her the best orgasm possible. Her legs were gripped tight around his back and her heels dug into his arse. Her hips lifted into each one of his thrusts. He reached up and snatched a pillow from the top of the bed and rising to his knees, lifted her to place it beneath her. The change in angle allowed him to reach the deepest parts of her. Calleigh’s high cry signalled that she enjoyed the new feeling.
“I love being inside ye, muirnín. Yer made fer Rick and I te love. Yer body an’ heart belong te us now.” He groaned above her. “I have held back fer the past year, but no more. I canny keep me hands aff ye any longer.”
“I want you, Conor. I want to feel you touch me. I want to feel Rick touch me. I need you both so much. I’d forgotte
n how it feels to be loved, but I’ve never been loved as I have by the two of you… Harder Conor… Please… Please… I need all of you. Don’t hold back.”
He looked down to see Calleigh’s eyes wide open. The black of her pupils nearly occluding the bright amber colour. Her words sent fire screaming through his body. Lust and love were boiling inside him, totally uncontrollable. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and braced one arm beside her head. He fucked her unmercifully as she asked. Stroking faster, harder and deeper into her welcoming body. She panted, little cries and moans escaping from her throat in time to his thrusts. Their eyes locked, her entire body trembled and her cry echoed around the room. Sharp contractions squeezed around him—oh God! He came and came and came from the very depths of his soul as she milked him dry.
Conor rolled to his side. They were both breathing hard and her pulse was racing. This was the first time she had been with just one of her men. They were a devastating pair, but this morning felt special between her and Conor. As if they’d cemented their bond as a couple outside what the three of them had shared the night before. She heard footsteps at the door and looked up to see Rick enter the room. He stepped up to the side of the bed and bent over to kiss her.
“Good morning, angel. Conor gives good wake up calls, doesn’t he?”
It occurred to her that Rick might be jealous about her having sex with Conor while he wasn’t there. She frowned. ”Are you upset we did that without you?”
“No, baby. I’m incredibly turned on, but never upset. You’ll have private time with Conor, just as the two of us will have time together.” He sat down next to her and smoothed back her hair that had flown all over the place with their exertions. “We love sharing you, but more importantly we love you individually. It’s only natural for you to want to spend time with Conor apart from me and spend time with me apart from him. That’s one of the things that will naturally develop between the three of us. Now, how about we all go downstairs and get some breakfast. You lazy bones have slept the morning away.”
She smiled, feeling much better. Rick stood and reached a hand down to help her out of bed. When she placed her hand in his, he pulled hard and, dipping his shoulder into her stomach, lifted her over his shoulder. She squealed, and he slapped her on the ass. She heard Conor laughing behind them.
“Put me down, you Neanderthal,” she said, laughing.
“Never. I’ve hunted and gathered all morning to provide food for my woman. Now, I will carry you to my cave.”
“But I’m naked!” she yelled as Rick walked out the door and headed for the stairs.
Conor heard Rick ask why that was a problem as his footsteps descended the staircase. He looked over to the seat by the window and saw that Rick had brought up his jeans from the car. They had packed a change of clothes anticipating a sleepover. He slipped them on, foregoing a shirt for the moment. He picked up Calleigh’s robe from the same chair and followed the pair down into the kitchen.
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Rick carried Calleigh into the kitchen and perched her on the counter top. She wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her arms around his back. He couldn’t look away from the bright amber of her eyes. He’d never been privileged to see her all flushed and rumpled in the morning and wanted to enjoy the view. Her hair was a cloud of honey blonde around her shoulders, her lips swollen and moist from Conor’s kisses. Her nipples, already tight, begged for his touch, and he saw evidence of her and Conor’s loving on her pussy lips and thighs.
“You are so beautiful,” he said reverently.
He craved another taste of her and reached around the back of her neck to pull her into a kiss. The first touch of their lips was soft, but not hesitant. He opened his lips and flicked his tongue out, a fleeting touch to her upper lip. The edges of their lips barely touched for several counts, breathing softly into each other’s mouths. He prolonged the anticipation letting it build inside them. Waiting for that moment when they felt as if they’d explode if they didn’t get the touch they craved. Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer, and he bent to her and locked their lips together. His tongue plunged into her mouth, no longer soft and teasing. He wanted to consume Calleigh’s essence. Her kiss grabbed something inside him, and he dragged her closer, his hands threaded through that soft halo of hair holding her in place. He groaned as her tongue twisted with his. When they finally lifted their heads, he looked over to the doorway and saw Conor watching them. He was holding out Calleigh’s robe. Rick lifted her off the countertop so she could walk over, and Conor assisted her into the thin, silky covering, which to his satisfaction conformed to each of her lush curves.
They were sitting down to the table when the front door opened, and the thundering of little feet echoed through the house and two little voices called out for mommy in stereo. Rick looked up at Conor and Calleigh. He hadn’t been expecting the boys to see them in morning dishevel. Conor had a slight deer in headlight look about him, but Calleigh seemed calm as a cucumber. He decided to go with the flow.
A little body was barrelling towards him when he snaked out an arm, caught the energised bundle and lifted it onto his lap. He looked and figured out that he had Brandon.
“What’s up, speedy?”
“Hi Wick. Why you hewa?”
“We stayed with your mommy last night. Did you munchkins have breakfast at grandma’s?”
“Uh-huh. We have teareos.”
Brandon was playing with his bare chest. The little boy had probably never seen a grown man without his shirt. His little fingers twisted in Rick’s chest hair. Granted he didn’t have much, but it still stung. He lifted the little hands, blew a raspberry on the palms and was rewarded with childish giggles.
“Where you shoot? Why you have hair?” Brandon was pointing at his chest.
“My shirt is upstairs, and I have hair because I’m an adult. When you grow up you’ll look like me.”
He looked up to see Mikey in Conor’s arms, having a similar conversation. Calleigh was eating her breakfast with a smile on her face. Brandon wiggled wanting off his lap, so Rick set him down and he ran over to Calleigh to give her a hug. Mikey did the same then came over to him.
He lifted Mikey up onto his lap. “Did you have fun at grandma’s last night?”
“Uh-huh. We play game.”
“You did? What game did you play?”
“Hide and seek. We win.”
Mikey had a huge smile on his face and bounced on his lap in excitement. Rick raised his hand to give Mikey a high-five. They had taught the boys that little game not too long ago, and they got a kick out of it.
“They most certainly did. Mikey and Brandon are very good hiders. You better watch out, Calleigh. They might be better than you were at their age.”
Rick turned his head when Calleigh’s mom entered the kitchen. “Good morning, Lilly.”
She raised an eyebrow at the state of undress present in the kitchen. “Good morning Rick, Conor. Did the three of you have fun last night?”
“Yes, thank you for watching the boys. We wanted to treat Calleigh to a night out on the town.”
“Then I’m glad you all had fun. Calleigh, dear, can I speak to you for a moment.” She turned and walked out to the living room.
Calleigh knew that look from her mother. She asked Rick and Conor to entertain the boys for a few minutes then stood to follow her mother. When she entered the living room, her mom was sitting in the large chair by the bow windows.
“Yes?”
“Calleigh, is there something you want to tell me?”
She saw her mom’s eyes twinkle and a little smug smile on her lips. Calleigh huffed and rolled her eyes back at her. “Don’t act so obtuse. I think it’s fairly obvious. Are you going to give us any trouble?”
She frowned. “Honey, don’t get defensive. I just want you and the boys to be happy and healthy. The three of you have had enough heartache for this lifetime. If this is what you all want then your father and I will support you. Pl
us, I’ve seen the sparks flying around this house for the past year from all sides. Yours may have been a little more subtle, but still there. I know those men love you, and God knows, they adore Michael and Brandon. I’m glad you’re ready for a new relationship. Should I bother asking if it’s only one of them or both?” She smiled.
Calleigh threw her hands up in the air. “Oh for Pete’s sake, mom. Fine.” She started pacing around the living room. “Conor, Rick and I have decided to take our relationship to the next level. You can call us a unit or triad or whatever. We want to eventually have a marriage of three.” She stopped and looked over at her mother who sat calmly in the chair. “Their words, not mine.”
“Are you sure you know what you’re getting yourself into?”
“Does anyone when they start a new relationship? If you’re asking whether or not I’m comfortable being with both of them, the answer is yes. I love them. They have been my best friends, and now, they’re my lovers. And since you are being so nosy, you may as well know that not all aspects of this relationship are foreign to me.” She let that sink in and saw the moment her mom comprehended her meaning. “I can see you understand.”
Lilly leant forward in the chair. “You and Kevin?”
Calleigh sat on the sofa, making sure her robe stayed closed. “Yes, on occasion. Back in college. So you see, I know this type of situation would not shock or disgust him were he still here.”
Lilly stood and joined her daughter on the sofa. She turned her body to face Calleigh. “Have you thought about how Kevin’s mom will react when she finds out? It may be more of a shock to her than to me and your father. We’re neither naïve nor averse to alternative lifestyles, but she is much more conservative.”