Triad: A Three Way Love Story

by Clairissa SinClair

  Her head tilts further to the side and I pull the shirt away from her skin and continue my gentle assault on the sensitive flesh. Her ass pushes back into me in invitation for more. Joss reaches forward and shuts off the stove, sliding the pan off to a cool burner. She shimmies the boxers down her thighs and lets them fall to the floor. She started going commando a few days ago, declaring that it was too difficult to get them on and off at this point in the pregnancy.

  I move to her side and catch her chin with my finger, turning her head towards me for a kiss. My free hand slides down her spine slowly, and through the crack of her ass, towards her welcoming pussy. My fingers find her wet, and ready for more and I slip two of them easily inside of her. I know that Grey is behind us watching from the doorway. I heard him come down the stairs. Sometimes he just likes to watch us together. I know it turns both of them on and I’m only too happy to oblige.

  I pulled my lips back and she opened her eyes and saw him there. “Breakfast is going to be a little late baby”, she whispered to him. “I see that. You sure you’re up or this?” She nodded and moaned, “I’m fine. Just a little back ache today.” I pulled back, “baby you didn’t tell me you were hurting.” She shook her head, “I’m fine. Now, get back to what you were doing.”

  I looked at Grey and gestured with my chin towards the chair. He straddled it, with his chest to the chair back, “come here baby. Let me hold you up.” She leaned over, her head on Grey’s shoulder. His arms and hands supported the weight of her middle. I slowly slipped my cock into her warm swollen channel as far as it would go and then slowly pulled it all the way back out, leaving just the very tip inside of her. With both of my hands I gently massage the stressed muscles in her hips, ass and lower back while I slide slowly in and out of her. “So good. Yes, baby, yes.” she moans. Her lips find Grey’s and her fingers run through his short hair. He reaches forward and can barely reach her clit now, with her belly in the way, but manages to stroke it hard and fast with just the tips of his finger.

  I’ve kept up the same steady pace, and varying the angle to hit all of the most sensitive spots inside of her. I know she’s close now, I can hear it in her breathing and feel her pussy starting to spasm. I picked up the pace. “Yes, Mick, yes, right there.” Grey whispered in her ear, “cum baby, cum on Micks cock. Let him hear you.” She let out a deep, guttural moan and I felt her orgasm let loose. Mine quickly followed. I pumped into her hard and deep, my cock spewing my seed deep in side of her.

  She responded with a long, satisfied “aahhhhhhh”. Grey gently stood her up. I kissed her gently and she stroked my face with her hand. She turned to Grey and unbuckled his belt while staring him in the eyes. “You sure baby?” he inquired. “Positive”, she responded and unbuttoned and unzipped the worn Levi’s. Grey slid his jeans down to the floor along with his boxer briefs. “How do you want to do this?” “Sit back down”, she demanded. We all knew that her belly wouldn’t allow to face him any longer. She turned her back to him and straddled his closed thighs in a modified reverse cowgirl.

  I stepped in front of her so she could hold onto me, her head against my chest, and steady herself as she impaled her weeping cunt on Grey’s cock. His hands slid forward over her thighs and held them opened. She leaned forward into my chest. My arms wrapped around her holding her steady between us. Joss started to grind her pelvis against him in slow circles. Grey leaned forward and nibbled on her ribs and back, running his whiskers along her spine, while his fingers stroked her clit and slick pussy lips. She lifted herself up, using my body as leverage and pushed herself back down on his cock. I helped her lift herself over and over.

  Joss looked up at me, her green eyes meeting my brown eyes and smiled. I kissed the top of her head and held on to her while she found her orgasm. “Grey, yes, I’m coming baby, I’m coming on your cock.” The look on his face said that he was too. Together, the three of us held each other until the shivers and shakes subsided.

  “I love you both so much, but I need a shower.” She kissed us both. “I’ll finish breakfast, baby girl. Go ahead.”

  She waddled out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She hated it when I said the word “waddle”, so I had refrained from using it out loud. I finished cooking the eggs and Grey poured the coffee. We previously agreed that I’d go to the shop and Grey would stay home today. The plan was to take turns so she wouldn’t be alone. Bryce volunteered to come by, but he had a retail order to process and no one else understood the process they had set up. Their lady biker shirts they designed were super popular and they had expanded to long sleeved shirts, shorts and panties.

  “When is our next doctor’s appointment?” “Tomorrow at four pm. We have two weeks left. Can you believe it?” I served up the eggs and sat across from my best friend, “are you a little freaked out?” “Fuck yes. But we’ll deal with it.” The dog whined. I got up and filled Ogre’s bowl. That bastard ate more than all three of us put together. He quickly went to work on his breakfast too, munching happily on a giant bowl of kibble.

  “I can’t wait to meet our boy. Just so you know, it makes no difference to me either way. It’s our kid. All of ours.” “I’m with you brother. I’m sure that we’ll figure it out eventually, I mean, just the way he looks, but, well, he’s ours. Our family.” We’re in total agreement.

  Joss yelled down the stairs, “baby, will someone help me please. I can’t pull my fucking pants up”. We both laughed. “Coming.” Grey yelled. “That’s what you said ten minutes ago”, she yelled back.

  I jogged up stairs to give her a kiss goodbye. I was very relieved it was Grey’s turn to stay home. The problems pulling up the too tight yoga pants led to more tears. Grey managed to convince her that a dress was sexier and made it easier to pee, which she did with increasing frequency. I mouthed “good luck” and took off.

  Chapter 43--Grey

  We finally got the yoga pants situation settled. It was obvious, I told her, that they had shrunk in the wash and we needed to chuck them and order some new ones. I found her favorite babydoll dress in the closet and slipped it over her head. “Skip the panties and wear the dress, it’ll make it easier in the bathroom.” “I’m sorry I’m a hot crazy, crying mess.”, she sniffled. “Growing a little person is hard work, Joss. We understand.” I got her downstairs and settled into my recliner. I tucked her in with her favorite quilt, the financial sections of three major newspapers, and the remote control. She fell asleep about five minutes into her favorite competition show with Ogre curled up to on the rug next to the chair.

  I figured she’s sleep about three hours or so, which is the current norm, giving me time to mow the yard and weed whack before she wakes up.

  I got the job done, and was putting the lawnmower away when I heard her call out for me. My heart leapt into my throat when I heard her yell. She was standing in the living room in a puddle of fluid on my hardwood floors looking absolutely terrified. I know exactly how she feels, because I’m terrified too. “I swear I didn’t pee.” I don’t even know what to say to that. If I wasn’t still stunned by the revelation that my son is coming, I would have laughed out loud. “It’s ok baby, let’s get you out of there. I took both of her hands and she gingerly stepped out of the water and into my arms.

  Her eyes bugged out and her breathing became erratic, “Oooh, shit. I am definitely in labor. Oooohhhh God that hurts.” I propped her up by the kitchen counter that we had been making love against a few hours earlier and dragged a frantic Ogre into the garage to avoid him getting into the amniotic puddle. “I’m going to get you a dry dress and grab my phone baby. We’ll be on our way to the hospital in a minute.” I ran upstairs taking them two at a time.

  I picked up the bag we packed weeks ago for the hospital and found another dress in the closet. I dialed Mick and he picked up on the first ring. “It’s time. Meet us at the hospital. Her water broke.” “On my way.” He hung up on me without another word. No one was better under stress than Mick, but this was different.


  Joss was still in the kitchen, laying over the counter of the breakfast bar panting like a dog on a hot July day. I was instantly at her side. I brushed the hair out of her face, “Joss baby, tell me what’s going on?” She was mid contraction and trying to concentrate like we’d learned in class. “I’m afraid this little man is in a hurry”, she gasped. The contraction eased off and she took a deep breath. “They’re right on top of each other. I’m not going to make it all the way into town.” I picked up the phone and called Mick, “Come home. Now.” I knew he’d get here faster than we’d get there.

  The next contraction hit. I forgot to time it, but it was probably only a minute or two from when the last one quit. I called 911 and gave them the address and advised them of the situation. Because we were rural, the ETA was fifteen minutes. Fuck. I took a deep breath and centered myself. “Helps is coming baby. The ambulance is on the way. Mick is coming home. Deep breath baby. In through your nose and out though your mouth. That’s it.” “My back. Rub my back.” I kept talking and rubbed her lower back firmly. We made it through four more contractions before she started yelling at me to stop touching her back.

  She let out a surprised sounding yelp and wrapped her arms around me, clinging to my chest, “It’s getting harder.” “Look at me Joss. Concentrate. Breathe with me. Come on baby.” This time I timed the contractions on the kitchen clock. They were about a minute and a half apart. I heard Mick’s bike coming down the road and breathed a sigh of relief.

  He jumped off and ran into the house, dropping the bike in the dirt because he didn’t think about using the kickstand. “In the kitchen” I yelled.

  “Did you call an ambulance?” “On the way.”

  “Joss, do you want to sit down or lay down or are you ok here?” “Here. Water.” she gasped between panting breaths. “Get her some ice. No water. She might choke.” I crushed up a few cubes and stuck the small chips in her mouth. Mick washed his hand in the sink, scrubbing them with the fancy soap that smelled like cupcakes that Joss bought at the mall.

  “Get her down on the floor. Sit behind her and hold her up.” I let Mick give the others without hesitation. My back was to the cabinet, and she was situated between my open thighs, her back against my chest, her hands on my knees.

  “Babe, I went to combat medic school and we covered babies. It was a long time ago, and I have never actually had to do this. Do you trust me?” “Duh. Of course.” she panted out. “I’m gonna check you out now. Tell me when the contraction is really strong, ok? Hold Grey’s hand and breath through it.” She nodded quickly and spread her legs, “Uggggghhh Now! Now. Oh God.” She squeezed my hand and almost broke my fingers. Tears rolled down her face, “I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t do it. I’m done.”

  I pleaded with her, “Joss, listen to me. You can do this. Almost there. Come on now.” “No! Oh Fuck, no. It’s ripping me in half. Make it stop!”

  “We’re close Joss, really close now. I can feel his head.”

  In the distance I could hear the ambulance sirens. Thank God!

  “I feel like I need to push.” I thought I was terrified before. I was wrong. I am now whatever comes after terrified on the mortal fear scale. Mick seems pretty calm outwardly, although I see his hands shaking just a bit. He sounds absolutely confident and Joss clearly has absolute faith in him, “Ok then baby. Wait for the next contraction. Take a deep breath in and hold it. Big push for a ten count. Grey, help her push up and around her belly.”

  Mick grabbed a handful of clean dish towels from the drawer and piled a few of them underneath her. “I love you. Now.” she whispered. She took the deep breath, “Good girl, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine and ten. Deep cleansing breath.” We both encouraged her, “you got this baby. We’re going to meet our son soon.”

  It wasn’t a full minute before she tensed again, “Another one coming” she took a deep breath and we counted with her again as she pushed our baby a little closer into the world. The ambulance pulled into the driveway just about the same time that Mick announced, “he’s crowning baby. Almost here. Doing great.” She let out a high pitched shriek and continued to push. I kissed her temple, “I’m so proud of you baby. You’re doing great. You’re so strong.”

  A voice from outside yelled “Fire Department EMT!” “In the kitchen. Come through the front door.” The two EMTs, their arms full of equipment came dashing through the door. They both looked a little stunned by the sight of us actually delivering a baby on the kitchen floor. I have to give him props for attempting to get the situation into control. “I’ve got this sir” He snapped on some rubber gloves and lifted up her dress. Mick started to get out of his way when all hell broke loose.

  “Get your fucking hands off of me Junior. You’re late for for boy scouts. Get the fuck out of my pussy.”, Joss screamed. “Baby, it’s ok, he’s a paramedic. He’s here to help.” I tried to reason with her.

  She let out another shriek and struggled to catch her breath while attempting to close her legs, “No way Jose. Mick, don’t let him touch me. Get your ass back in there.”

  Mick looked relieved and scared at the same time, “baby, I’ve never delivered a baby before. Let the professionals do it.” Her scream definitely sounded more like a growl, or maybe a snarl. “Skippy, how many babies have you actually delivered?”

  The kid had the good sense to look a little nervous, “Um, none in real life, but I’ve seen the video and I took a class.” “Of course not. Run along now.

  MMMMHHHHHUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHH!” “Baby girl, Joss, look at me.” I tried to get her focus back, “Mick will deliver the baby, but you need to get a grip right now. That’s an order woman. Deep breaths, you got this.” I kept talking, non stop and she started to listen when she realized Mick had pushed the kid out of the way and was back between her thighs.

  The two EMTS spread absorbent blue paper pads on the floor and gave Mick some gloves. They opened up some sterile packages with clamps and scissors. Joss gave another mighty push. She was too far gone to count, she just grunted which turned into a squeal near the end, and gave it all she had left. Our son’s head appeared between her thighs covered in patches of wet black hair. Mick concentrated on the baby and followed the instructions the paramedics gave him. He checked to make sure the cord wasn’t wrapped around his neck, and kept his hands ready to catch his little body. “Oh baby, I see his face, he’s so beautiful. One more and he’s here. You can do it.” “One more baby and this is over. You’re almost done. Reach down and pull him out. Pull him straight up to your chest.” One more push was all it took to bring out boy into the world. She let go of my hand long enough to pull him out of her.

  Skippy took over, since we were all too distracted by Gentry Cantrell Chicon to notice.

  EPILOGUE

  Thirty six years later…

  The house is too quiet. For some reason my son thinks that I need peace right now, and I don’t have the heart to argue. I need to hear my boys arguing over the best MMA fighters, the roar of a Harley, the giggles of my grand-daughters and maybe even some AC/DC blasting from the garage. The silence is awful. It reminds me I’m alone.

  Today is the day I will bury Mick and Grey. Both of them! Those bastards did everything together, for over forty years, so, in some cruel way, it is fitting that they left this world together. Seven days ago a drunk frat boy in an imported sports car plowed through an intersection, taking out five guys out for a Sunday ride. His blood alcohol was more than three times the legal limit. Too much money and not enough sense, as Grey would have said. My sweet Grey died on impact. Mick held on for three days, at least his body did. He was brain dead. I made the decision to let him go. I held his hand while he took his last breath and joined Grey wherever salty old Marines go when they die.

  I hear the roar of the bikes coming down the road, and for just one small second I hope that this is all a bad dream and my guys are home. Instead, our son, Zane, followed by his Chaos entourage pull into the driveway
of the old cabin. He is the spitting image of Mick and Damien at that age, but he has my head for numbers and business. The club is still heavily involved in less than legal activities, but they are heavily invested into multiple legitimate and lucrative businesses, as well. He took the gavel four years ago. Damien was able to watch his grandson earn his patch and it meant the world to him.

  Damien was the Fidel Castro of the MC world. Despite coming out as opening gay, he held the gavel until just a few years ago, when it became evident that something was wrong. His decline was fast, after the diagnosis of Alzheimer's Disease. Last year, Bryce and Mick made the joint decision to put him in a Memory Care Facility. Grandma Belle has passed on more than ten years ago, from a particularly aggressive form of breast cancer. I fervently hoped that she was there to greet her boy.

  Earlier, Bryce and I made the decision not to tell Damien about Mick’s passing. It may sound cruel, but it seemed even crueler for him to have to relive the loss time and time again.

  I opened the front door, remembering the first time I crossed this very threshold on a cliche “dark and stormy night”. The Chaos guys lined up and pay their respects to me. I hugged each and every one of them. Zane stands to the side, tears opening falling down his face.

  When the line ends, Zane hugs me to his chest and we shed a few more tears together. “Gentry and Aurora rented you a limo”, he informs me, “we’re here as your escorts.”

  I let out a long sigh. “I wish they had told me this sooner, I would have put the kibosh on it. I don’t want a fucking limo.” Aurora Belle had followed her fathers into the Marine Corp. She was as straight laced and hard core as any woman could be. As a Drill Sergeant, she reduced grown men to tears and relished her reputation for turning out high performers. Hell, thanks to her dads she went in better trained in firearms and hand to hand combat than most officers. Her flight from Parris Island was due to land any time now and her oldest brother would pick her up and bring her to Triad. Gentry had planned the funeral, with Aurora’s long distance guidance.