Chapter 44

Reece

I stir, blinking away the confusion caused by that in-between moment of sleep and wakefulness. Soft silk strands brush against my chin and my senses are overcome by a powdery scent mixed with a distinct sweetness. I blink again, focusing.

Ezra's soft hand, clenched in a fist now, moves upward in his sleep, opening to rub at his ear, and then he settles again. I hardly breathe, for fear I'll wake him, but I can't help the deep inhale.

"Hey." Asher's voice, low and gentle, carries from the door. I start to get up, but he holds out his hand. "No, don't get up."

He comes to stand next to the bed, dropping quietly onto it on the other side.

"I must've dozed off for a second," I say.

"Tired?"

"A little."

"You and Sawyer do hard work. He gets like that sometimes too. Tired enough to doze off anywhere." He reaches over to cover Ezra with the baby blanket. "Are you okay?" he asks. I know the real question he's asking, and I don't know if I could ever love him more than I do right now.

"I'm okay, Asher," I say.

"You would've been a good father."

I gaze up at him. The dipping sun seeps into the room, bouncing off the walls behind him and landing right in his eyes, bright with happiness and also soft. A softness he reserves for me and Sawyer. The small upward tilt of his lips only lends to those beautiful eyes. I remember when his features were softened by youth and his smile was large and unbothered. He has always been handsome but now, as a man entering his prime, Asher is breathtaking. "You're so beautiful, Ash," I tell him, instead of acknowledging his words.

"You are too," he says.

And we stay like that for a long time, with little Ezra between us sleeping soundly, the only sounds that blend in with the moment coming from low murmurs on the other side of the bedroom door and the lethargic settling of dusk outside.

"Do you really think so, Ash?" I ask eventually.

"Yes, I really think so."

"My father said it's best that I'm not a father."

"Your father is a cunt, and I don't want you to listen to another word he says."

I look up at him again and his gaze offers no apology for his curse. The features on his face are drawn tight. And when he looks at me like this, he's not the calm, gentle Asher I know. He's a man, wronged once, and never again. He holds no power other than the power over his own life, and, I guess, it is all the power a man needs. And I know that Asher will never allow my father to control his life ever again. In that, there is a safety we never had as teenage boys. Now I know that if my father were to come between us again, Asher wouldn't allow it. If only I could have the courage he has. To have that kind of power, that kind of agency, over my own life.

"Do you understand me, Reece?" His voice is steel. Cold and unyielding.

"I understand," I say, his simmering rage covering me and hiding me away, and I don't mind it. I want it that way. Asher's hatred for my father is my safe place. I don't have the courage to hate him like that.

When he speaks again, it's so quiet I almost miss it. But I latch onto those barely spoken words like a drowning man. "You're mine now."

I am. I'm his. And I'm Sawyer's, and they are mine and we belong to each other, equally and fully and this life is a life I don't want to ever give up.

***

I drive back home – to Sawyer and Asher's place – with Ash, following Sawyer's truck.

My phone buzzes in my pocket several times. I know who it is, and I ignore it the same way I ignored the previous text that came in three days earlier.

My father isn't known for his patience. It's only so long that I can keep my head buried in the sand, pretending he and whatever he has to say don't exist.

Later, Sawyer and Asher are outside on the back porch when I step outside. It's a warm night. Linksfield is getting ready for nighttime. We are so far away from the next neighbor, it might as well be that we are the only people on the planet. The seclusion is right for us. No one to judge us here. To tell us that what we are doing is wrong or immoral.

Asher turns, lifting the hand holding his cigarette and touches his fingers to my hair, still wet from my shower. I still can't believe how this disciplined, by-the-book man is also the one holding a cigarette and looking like the hottest thing on earth for it.

Sawyer pulls me to him, kissing me while Asher smokes, and I enjoy his mouth and the audience in equal measures. A moment later, he pulls away, takes Asher's cigarette from his mouth and puts it into his.

"You smoke too?" I ask

He chuckles. "Not even a little bit." And while he smokes the cigarette, he turns me toward Asher.

Asher meets my lips as I reach up for him, tasting the minty tobacco inside his mouth. Even the finest food would not have tasted this good. We kiss slowly, our tongues slipping into each other's mouths and withdrawing lazily.

Sawyer steals my lips away from Asher again, blowing smoke into my mouth and then dragging his tongue across my parted lips. Then, he places the cigarette against my lips.

"Just once, baby, smoke this disgusting thing," Sawyer drawls. I've never smoked a cigarette before. I hold it to my lips, pulling the nicotine into my lungs, feeling a choke coming. I swallow it down. Watching me, Sawyer touches his lips to Asher's. It's gorgeous and so sexy, and it makes my cock hard watching them suck on each other like that.

Sawyer chuckles when he finds me struggling with the cigarette and takes it from me, handing it back to Asher. Then, his lips are on mine again, and Asher finishes the cigarette off while he watches us kiss.

"We'd better have enough lube for tonight," Sawyer says. "Enough for me and Ash."

"Fuck," I mutter against his lips, but it comes out more like , "Furrrkk."

"I need your ass tonight, Reece." Sawyer pulls me closer to him, kissing me as he walks us backward into the house.

Upstairs, Sawyer yanks off his t-shirt and mine and then, he's on me. I pull him close, kissing him wildly, vaguely registering that Asher has joined us on the bed. Sawyer tugs at the rest of my clothes, and then I'm naked. Wanting and needy and so desperate.

Asher helps Sawyer out of his clothes and then he stands on the side of the bed, undressing while he watches us rub our naked bodies against each other in the most obscene way. He swipes the lube off the side table and settles on the bed, naked.

Sawyer groans into my mouth. "Fuck, Asher, baby. Yeah. Right there."

He moans again. Asher has his mouth on Sawyer's ass.

We have to stop kissing because Sawyer is so entranced by Asher's ass licking. "So good, baby. Don't fucking stop." He flexes his hips, backing up into Asher's mouth.

Asher does stop, and Sawyer moans his disapproval for a moment before flipping us over until I'm on top and he's underneath me. I'm dying for his cock, so I slide down his body, gripping that hot dick in my hand and taking him into my mouth. With my knees spread wide, I take the tip into my mouth, sucking softly, before dropping my head and taking him all the way.

Sawyer's voice is a low rumble, the " ah, fuccck ," coming out like he's got a motorcycle engine stuck in his throat. His sexy, nonsensical encouragement feels like candle wax falling on my skin, hot and soft, burning and soothing, and I would suck this dick forever just to hear Sawyer moan like that.

A blow of air touches my exposed asshole, then, Asher's hands are on my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. Fuck. While I suck Sawyer's dick, Asher puts his mouth on my hole, and Jesus Christ this is something straight out of heaven. Or hell. And I don't care where this unbelievable pleasure comes from as long as I can have it every day for the rest of my life.

Sawyer's dick slips out of my mouth when I groan loudly, pushing my ass back against Asher's face. But it won't do to have such an empty mouth. I gobble up Sawyer's cock again and suck him, and silently beg him to pull harder at my scalp.

He does, but it's not to encourage my spectacular blowjob. He yanks me upward. "You have space for two, Reece, baby?" he asks

My stomach knots up. "I don't even fuckin' care, Sawyer. I'll make space."

He grins. "That's a good boy. You can do it. You have high standards, remember?" he asks, his face breaking out into the sexiest teasing grin I've ever seen on a man.

I groan, biting down on his lip – not to kiss him.

"High standards?" Asher says somewhere behind me.

"Reece will take us, baby. He's had practice with that monster dildo he's got in his apartment. It's purple and it'll bite if you're not careful."

I groan, swiping my tongue over the place where I bit him. "Shut up, Sawyer, and fuck me if you're done being a snitch."

Asher laughs, and it's a sound so filled with sex and lust that I want to turn around and fucking eat him. "So you've been keeping this hole nice and used? Let me take another look."

I look over my shoulder at Ash while I'm sprawled over Sawyer's chest, our hearts beating strongly against each other. He pushes me further up on Sawyer's body, reaching underneath me for Sawyer's cock and coating it in lube. It's incredible, the three of us like this. Naked and sweaty and open, and there is nothing to hide or hide from. My body is theirs to do with as they please, and I have no shame because I'll let Asher into any part of my body, as I always have before, and I'll let Sawyer have every inch of me now, however he pleases.

Asher's lubed finger moves inside my ass and his groans join mine when he slips in another finger and indeed, I'm able to take his digits easily. "Hmm, so easy, baby," he croons. "Such a slick fucking hole."

"You like it?" Sawyer says. "You like Asher's fingers fucking you like that?"

I love it so much I want to live a thousand years so I can have this over and over and over again. "Fuck, yeah."

Soon, Asher's fingers are pumping in and out of me mercilessly, and it's the best fingering I've ever had.

Sawyer begins to direct me. "Come up a little more so I can fuck this ass," he says. I move, reluctantly letting Ash's fingers slip out of me, hovering over Sawyer as I position myself. Then, slowly, I sink onto his cock. He's thicker than Asher and he stretches me deliciously. We move slowly for a while until I've acclimatized to his girth. Then, when I'm comfortable, I ride him like a bullet train, but after a while Asher urges me to slow down. "Lean forward," he murmurs in my ear. I do. Sawyer wraps his arms around me, and Asher—

Oh, fuck . Asher slides his finger into me. "You should look at yourself, baby," Ash says. "This hole is so fuckin' stretched." He fingers me slowly, then reaches for his phone on the nightstand.

"Let me show you," he says in a voice that sounds like a feline purr. He records us for a few seconds, then moves to our side, turning the phone to show us the video.

"Fuck," I gasp. "That's so fucking hot."

Sawyer drops his head, groaning at the sight of his thick meat stuffed into my hole and Asher's finger moving alongside it.

Asher drops the phone on the mattress and bends to take my cock in his mouth. While Sawyer fucks my ass, I fuck Asher's mouth. It's hot and sensational and I don't know how I lived without these men for twenty-eight years.

Ash lets my dick go. "You ready for more?" He whispers in my ear.

"Give it to me, Ash," I beg.

He moves behind me. More lube.

Then, with his hand on the small of my back, he gently pushes me forward and upward. Sawyer's cock slips out and I hate that, but Asher gives me his fingers, pushing in and out of me a few more times before pushing Sawyer's dick back into me. Then, he positions himself, and I feel his cock nudging at my hole.

Sawyer pauses, and I still my movements, waiting for the first breach of Asher's cock.

It comes. Slowly burning through my ass. I hiss, forcing myself to relax. It's so fucking amazing, I think I might die. Asher places his hand on my shoulder. "Easy, baby," he murmurs.

"Breathe through it, beautiful," Sawyer whispers below me.

Asher eases into me until finally, he's inside. I groan. I'm so full of dick. Sawyer remains still, and Ash begins to move. I feel them inside me, rubbing against each other, and my mind is blown to smithereens and I don't know how we'll last more than sixty seconds.

Once Ash is able to move inside me smoothly, he begins to pump. His balls hit my ass over and over again and his hips crash into me with every strike.

Sawyer grabs my face, kissing me hard. I bite down on his lower lip and then, I'm wild, kissing and biting Sawyer's chin, cheeks, jaw.

Behind me, Asher is pounding into me.

Eventually, I can't handle the burn or the need to come anymore.

"Too much," I whisper to Sawyer. "I need to come."