Chapter Fourteen

Tristan felt his whole body go hard when she asked them to make her forget everything.

Time. It was the only real way to prove to Carys he was with them forever now. He had to stay close, had to be with her.

Pleasure wouldn’t prove anything to her, but it definitely couldn’t hurt.

He watched as Aidan took her mouth in a slow, devouring kiss.

“Do you have any idea how much I love to watch the two of you?” Tristan asked. It occurred to him he should give her every option. “If you want, I can just watch. If you’re too angry with me, I can be patient.”

It would be awful, but he couldn’t force the situation. He’d put too much on both of them.

Did his screw up truly mean he wasn’t salvageable? Kala’s words were running through his head. Even earlier he’d been wondering if he deserved them, if his sins hadn’t caused an unfixable breach.

“I love you, Carys. I love Aidan, too. I want another chance, but I’ll understand,” he said.

She sighed even as Aidan was working his lips down her neck. “Stop, Tris. Be my Dom tonight. We’ll figure the rest out later. All I know is what I need tonight, and it’s the two of you.”

The words sent a surge of hope through his heart. It sent a surge of arousal through his cock.

If she was giving him tonight, he was going to take it, make it so good she gave him tomorrow, too. And the next day, and the next. They would string together the days and nights until it wasn’t a thought in her head there wouldn’t be another.

Even as Aidan started working on the shirt she wore, Tris leaned over and took her mouth, melding them together. She softened for him, and he allowed his tongue to surge inside, rubbing and playing against hers. He sank his fingers into the silk of her hair and tugged her head back, letting his tongue plunge deeper. Her blouse was tugged free.

He let his hand roam down, cupping her breast through her bra. It wasn’t enough.

He stepped back. She’d asked him to be her Dom tonight. It might be one of the last times he played the most important role in his life. He put a hand to the back of Aidan’s neck, the touch settling something inside him.

Aidan straightened up, reacting on instinct and obeying the silent command. “Yes?”

“I want her naked.”

Aidan’s lips curled up in a decadent smile. “Yes, Sir.”

Carys groaned. “That shouldn’t be so sexy.”

But it was. “In the bedroom. I can’t be certain your cousin won’t get those glasses fixed and come back.”

Aidan took her hand and led her through. Tristan followed, closing the French doors behind him and making sure they locked.

Aidan stopped in the middle of the luxurious room in front of the four-poster bed where they would lay her out like a feast for two men.

Tristan stopped and watched as Aidan moved behind her, unhooking her bra and tossing it to the side. His hands came around her waist, moving up until he cupped her breasts, fingers toying with the nipples as he made eye contact with Tris over her shoulder.

His partner. His best friend. Aidan was part of his forever, and he didn’t care if everyone knew it. “Take off her pants. I want to see her pussy. I want to watch you make her wet and needy before she sucks our cocks.”

A glaze of desire coated her glorious emerald eyes, and he saw her breath hitch. Damn, but she needed this. He hoped they’d gotten through to her, but if logic didn’t work, maybe submission would.

Aidan went on his knees, dragging the slacks off her. She’d chucked her espadrilles the minute they’d walked in the room, so the slacks came off with ease, and then she was standing in silky undies. Undies with a wet spot already.

“Spread your legs, Carys,” Tristan ordered. “Aidan, I think you should explore a little. See if our pretty sub is ready for what we want to do to her.”

Carys’s bottom lip disappeared behind her teeth. “What do you want to do to me, Sir?”

She wanted some dirty talk? He could give it to her. “I want what I’ve been missing all these years. I want to fuck your ass while Aidan takes your sweet pussy. I want to feel his cock slide against mine while we’re both inside you. I want to imprint myself on you so you never forget you belong to the two of us.”

“And you belong to me,” Carys said, fire in her eyes.

“Fuck, yes, I belong to you, and I forgot what that meant for a while. I forgot it meant we face everything together, and if I feel left out or like I need to prove something, I talk to you.” He wasn’t going into a heavy relationship discussion, but he could tell her how he felt. “I want connection with the two people I love more than anyone in the world. Now spread your legs and let Aidan test your pussy.”

She slid her legs apart, her eyes on him as Aidan shifted until he was in front of her. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it over on top of her clothes, and then did what came naturally. He leaned in and rubbed his nose over that damp patch of silk, breathing her in.

Carys gasped and seemed to struggle to stay standing as Aidan rubbed her sensitive flesh through her panties.

“Play with your nipples.” He meant what he’d said before. He loved to watch them together. It got him hot, and his cock was pressing against the fly of his slacks. Bossing them around during sex did it for him, too.

Carys’s hands came up, running over her breasts while Aidan started to slide her undies down her legs. Her manicured fingers played, rolling her nipples between them.

His clothes were suddenly far too tight. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the belt from his pants. Her eyes flared at the sight.

Did she want some discipline while Aidan tongued her? Tristan doubled the belt over and slapped it against his hand, letting the sound echo through the room.

Carys groaned, and he knew she was begging for it.

“This isn’t about punishment,” Tris began, closing the distance between them. He stared at her gorgeous backside for a moment, reaching out to touch her silky skin. “This is for fun, baby. Aidan, you hold her.”

She would be caught between the pleasure of Aidan’s mouth and the satisfying sting of Tristan’s belt. Aidan’s arms wound around her legs, catching and holding her in a cage of muscle, never letting up on the slow strokes of his tongue.

Tris pulled back the belt and then let it crack over her ass, the sound sending a thrill through him, satisfying a place deep inside him. The sadist who lived inside, who was tempered always by the man who loved. He only needed these two people, and only needed to give them the pain they needed to enhance their pleasure.

“Fuck,” Aidan said. “Do it again. I swear she’s already close.”

He struck again and again, the belt leaving light marks that would be gone by morning, but it was enough. When he saw her spine start to bow, he realized this might be over long before he wanted. “Stop.”

Carys groaned, but she didn’t complain. Aidan let her go and rose to his feet, stepping back, her arousal still glistening on his lips.

“Get out of those pants,” Tristan ordered while he stepped in front of Carys. He stared at her for a moment, taking in the loveliness of her flushed face, how her auburn hair tumbled over her shoulders and made a contrast to her skin. He cupped her chin, drawing it up. “You are so fucking gorgeous. I dream about you at night, and don’t give me back my words because I dream about fucking you and I’m pretty sure you dream about pushing me off a high building and watching me fall.”

An impish gleam hit her eyes. “Never, Sir. I dream about you falling off a boat into the open mouth of a whale.”

If she was joking, they were moving along nicely. Or…she wasn’t joking and he should stay away from the water for a while. “At least it wasn’t a shark.”

Aidan leaned in. “The shark would kill you too fast. The whale would start to digest you as you suffocated.”

Definitely staying away from the water. “Good to know.” But that gleam in her eyes calmed something inside him. She was an incorrigible brat at times, and he loved it. “On your knees.”

She sank to the floor gracefully, her legs spreading and body flowing into her submissive posture with ease. Her head was down. “I am ready to do Sir’s will. Shall I help you out of your slacks?”

She could go as slow as possible, a sweet torture of her own. He couldn’t do it tonight. All he could think about was getting inside her. This was merely an appetizer. “I can handle it. Take care of Aidan for now.”

Aidan moved in front of her, one hand on her hair and the other eagerly getting his cock ready.

Carys’s lips were turned up, and it was obvious she was in her powerful place. She found it in submitting. He found it in dominating. Aidan…well, he rather thought Aidan simply found it by being with them.

“Take me inside, baby,” Aidan said and hissed slightly when her tongue licked along his cockhead.

Tris toed out of his shoes and quickly divested himself of his slacks. He watched for a moment as Carys worked Aidan’s cock, rolling over him with her tongue before sucking him deep.

Tris moved to where they’d set the luggage and pulled out his kit. He grabbed the lube, ignoring the other toys. They would use them all eventually, but this wasn’t play tonight. This was connection. This was everything.

He grabbed one other item. It was the item that reminded him he wasn’t safe yet.

When he walked back in, he set the lube and condoms down on the bedside table.

Aidan was thrusting his cock into Carys’s lush mouth. Tris joined them. The time for watching was through. “Take me.”

Carys obediently moved over, licking his cockhead and sending sparks of pure pleasure through him. When Aidan tried to move away, Tris reached out to grab his arm.

“I didn’t tell you to go anywhere.” He might never spank Aidan the way he did Carys because Aidan didn’t need it, but he did need a reminder that Tris was his top, too.

“I thought you wanted…” Aidan began.

Tris moved his hand from Aidan’s arm up to his neck, squeezing lightly. It was easy to see the touch had an effect because his cock twitched. “You don’t think about what I want. You listen to what I tell you to do. I want her to service us both at the same time. And yes, it means we’ll touch, and I don’t care. Or I do. I want this between the three of us.”

“I know I want it,” Carys said, licking her lips. “I want to touch you both at the same time. I want to play with your cocks. They’re my favorite toys. I want to suck on one of you and then the other, or you could stand close together and I could lick you both at the same time.”

“Fuck,” Aidan groaned as he relaxed beside Tris, allowing their hips to touch. “I love it when you talk dirty, baby.”

“And I haven’t in a long time.” She looked up at Tris, her lips pouty and full, gaze filled with need. “May I, Master?”

It was the first time she’d called him Master in years. Oh, she’d given him the honorific Master Tristan in the club. She would do that for any Dom, but a simple Master meant he was her Master. He prayed she understood how hopelessly in love with her he was even after all these years. In love with both of them, really. His life didn’t work without these two people. “Yes, love. You may.”

Her hands came up, taking both cocks in her palms and giving them each a stroke.

Aidan’s hand went around Tris, finding a place at the small of his back. He was obviously trying to balance himself, but the intimacy sent a warmth through Tris.

And then a spark of wild pleasure as Carys touched their cocks together and ran her tongue from one head to the other.

A curse came from his lips, and he stroked her hair as she played with their cocks. They’d never gone this far before. They’d been oddly careful, he and Aidan. They’d made sure to give each other space, so they rarely touched when they were making love to Carys.

He knew it worked for some of the threesomes he was familiar with, but he rather thought they were going to get over their personal male space stage. Being this close felt good, like they were all together and nothing could break them apart again.

She rubbed their cocks together with obvious delight, and he wondered how long his sub had wanted to play like this. Carys had the sweetest smile on her face as she sucked Aidan deep and then moved to Tris. Her eyes came up, watching him watch her.

He was never letting them go again. He would do whatever it took.

Starting tonight.

* * * *

Carys had left behind everything except this moment and these men. She was on her knees with them standing together looking so deliciously sexy and…together. They looked like they were together, on the same page again at last. This was her safe place, and she’d forgotten how much she’d missed it. She’d pretended she didn’t because she hadn’t wanted to truly feel the pain of losing what she’d always had.

This. She’d always had this place where she belonged.

Could she ever trust it again? The doubt crept up, but she shoved it away. She would think about their situation later. Much later.

Now she leaned forward and licked the pearly drop off Aidan’s cock, enjoying the salty taste of him. And the groan her action elicited. Tristan’s hand rubbed against her head, but he wasn’t taking over. He was allowing her the freedom to play like she’d never played before. She stroked their cocks, bringing them together and trying—and failing—to get both in her mouth.

She played for a long time, licking and stroking and sucking them deep. She loved exploring the differences between them. One was longer and one thicker. She loved to trace the vein on Aidan’s cock with her tongue and find the supersensitive place on the underside of Tristan’s cockhead, the one that made him moan.

Before she was ready, a hand wound in her hair and Tris was gently forcing her to look up.

His gorgeous face stared down at her, and it was easy to see the man was close. And also that he didn’t want to be. She knew what he wanted, hadn’t missed him pulling out the lube.

“I want you on the bed, love. Lie back and spread your legs for me.” Tristan’s words came out on a low growl.

Aidan reached down to help her rise to her feet. Her whole body was alive and needy, blood pulsing through her as Aidan laid his muscular body out on the bed, his back to the headboard. He helped her maneuver on, lying her back to his front. She could feel the length of his cock against the small of her back, nudging against her ass.

They’d been forcing a plug in her ass for days, but it couldn’t take the place of warm flesh, of knowing both of her men were deep inside her. Aidan’s arms went around her even as he tangled their legs together, pressing her ankles apart so her pussy was on full display for their Master.

Tristan climbed on the bed with the grace of a hungry tiger, his eyes on his feast. He stared at her pussy.

“He’s going to make a meal of you, baby,” Aidan whispered. “He’s going to fuck you with his tongue and suck on your clit until you come, and then we’re going to prove why we should never be apart again.”

His fingers found her nipples as Tristan lowered himself down between her legs, breathing in her scent. He rubbed his nose over her pussy.

Carys writhed against Aidan as Tris settled in and started devouring her. The world went fuzzy, encasing her in a bubble of pleasure and intimacy and love. She loved these two men. She couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t. They were her everything. There was nothing she’d learned in this world that they hadn’t been at her side for.

Tristan speared her with his tongue, delving deep as Aidan tweaked her nipples. Pleasure and pain, the contrast heightening every sensation. Aidan whispered to her, telling her how much they loved her, how much they wanted her. He punctuated the sweet words with nips to her ears that had her moaning.

When Tristan used his thumb on her clitoris, rotating and pressing down as his tongue went deep, she couldn’t hold back a second longer. The orgasm swept over her in a crazy wave.

“I forgot how good you taste,” Tristan said, giving her pussy one last kiss before he got to his knees, staring down at both of them. “You manage to hold it together, A?”

“Barely.” Aidan breathed against her ear. “She wiggled all over my cock. It was torture.”

Tristan chuckled. “Well, let’s torture you some more, partner.” Tris’s hand reached out. “Come on, baby. Time for you to go for a ride.”

It was insane, but she felt another spark of arousal. The orgasm had been good, but it was nothing compared to being between them. It had been so long, the years becoming one deep ocean of longing. She allowed Tristan to help her turn over, to get into position so she straddled Aidan.

He grinned up at her, his gorgeous face alight with joy. It was an expression she hadn’t seen there in so long. Aidan was back where he was happiest. She stroked a hand along his cheek, her thumb tracing the strong line of his jaw. His hands came out to cup her hips, his own moving as he got his cock aligned.

A low huff came from him as he started to thrust up, joining them.

It felt so good. She was slick and ready for him. She couldn’t help but roll her hips, trying to take him deeper.

Aidan hissed, and his hands tightened on her. “You know we’re not ready for that. Don’t send me over the edge or we’ll have to start all over again.”

It honestly didn’t sound like such a terrible idea. “Promises, promises.”

A loud smack filled the air and then she was gasping, leaning toward Aidan as a sharp pain sizzled along her backside.

“Do not try me, brat,” Tristan said. “You stay still until we’re ready. Starting over doesn’t mean fun things for you, love. It means torture, and hours of it.”

She managed to not repeat her previous words—because none of this sounded bad. But she could tell when her Dom was close to being overwhelmed. He was overly stimulated, and she couldn’t blame him. She was only calm because she’d already had an orgasm.

And she wasn’t all that calm.

Her body tensed when she felt Aidan’s hands part the cheeks of her ass and then the sensation of lube against her. She whimpered as Tristan began to work it into her asshole, his big finger circling her and then opening her up. It was different from the plug. It was so much more intimate.

“Relax, Carys,” Tristan commanded.

“Relax, baby.” Aidan’s words were softer, punctuated with his hands stroking up her sides. “Let him in. I want to feel him against me, both of us taking what belongs to us. You taking what belongs to you.”

Them. They belonged to her if she could be brave enough to reach out and take them.

One of Tristan’s hands was warm on the small of her back as he worked the lubricant in, his big finger fucking her ass like his cock soon would. Tristan in her ass and Aidan in her pussy, the barest hint of flesh separating them. The thought made her shiver and still because she suddenly didn’t want to start over again. She wanted what they were promising her.

When she heard the sound of a condom opening she glanced back at Tristan.

He’d been wearing one all week, unlike Aidan. She was on birth control, and neither of them had ever had another lover. After she’d gone on birth control, they hadn’t bothered with condoms because they’d trusted each other. But Tris hadn’t even made her ask. He’d put one on the first time he’d gotten her properly in bed and had worn one every time since.

Because she hadn’t believed him.

“Did you cheat, Tris?”

“No,” came his choked reply.

“Then you don’t need it.” She laid her head against Aidan’s chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart.

“Are you sure?” Tristan asked.

She wasn’t sure about anything, but she had to start trying. “Yes.”

“You won’t regret it, baby. I love you. I love you so fucking much,” Tristan said and then she felt the head of his cock pressing against her.

She had to force herself to breathe as she flattened out her back and gave Tris the leverage he needed to work his way in. Pressure and pleasure warred as he entered her in sure, shallow thrusts, gaining ground each time. All the while Aidan held her, kissing her forehead and whispering all manner of sweet and dirty things to her.

She groaned as Tristan pressed fully in, seating himself, his hands on her hips.

“You feel so fucking good,” Tris groaned. “Come here.”

She tilted up, turning her head so he could lean over and mesh their mouths together.

“Thank you, Carys,” he whispered. “I promise I won’t let you down again.”

She didn’t have a chance to answer because he took her breath away with a powerful thrust forward, pulling her off Aidan’s cock before he pressed his hips up and surged inside her.

Carys gave over, being drawn back and forth between them. The feeling was so familiar and safe, she couldn’t deny them. She told them she loved them over and over while the feeling built inside her. It rolled over her skin and connected the three of them in a way they hadn’t been even in the last few days. This was what they needed. Being together. With nothing at all between them.

Her body flushed with pleasure as they pushed her over the edge, and then she felt Tris’s hands tighten on her hips before he filled her ass. Aidan followed, giving her everything he had.

They fell together, a pile of satisfaction.

She felt Tristan’s lips on her shoulder, Aidan’s on her cheek.

She was warm and safe and loved.

For now.