Chapter 64

Asher

I have a job interview today.

North Wynn High School is a thirty-minute drive away from home. If this morning's traffic is anything to go by, it shouldn't be too much of a nightmare if I'm successful.

The school administrator, who's plaque on the reception counter says Lauren Davidson, smiles warmly. "Mr. Cameron. It's nice to meet you. If you'll just wait a minute or two, Principal Branson will be with you shortly. She's just finishing up a motivational session with our seniors."

"Thank you." I take a seat in the waiting area, looking around, trying to assess what kind of environment I might be walking into. No sign of the ten commandments. For those like me, that's always a good sign.

"Mr. Cameron, hi." The click of Principal Branson's heels accompanies her greeting as she steps into the reception area. She holds out her hand and I exchange a firm handshake with her.

"Principal Branson. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise." Her tone is clipped, but pleasant. "Right this way."

I follow her into her office and take a seat while she rounds her desk to her leather chair.

"Right, Mr. Cameron. We'll get right into it. I took a look at your resume, but—" she chuckles — "I didn't really need to. I've seen enough of you, your previous football team and your games on the internet. You look a lot less intimidating sitting in an office than you do on the field."

My cheeks get hot. "Well," I chuckle, "We leave everything on the field."

"You do, indeed. So, tell me about yourself, Mr. Cameron. Not the stuff I can find online. I know the reasons you left your previous employment. Personally, your principal should've fought harder for you. I know I would have. But I want you to talk to me. Tell me who you are."

I clear my throat. I guess all I can do is tell the truth. "Well, Principal Branson, I'm a person who stands for what he believes in. I know when to fight. I know when to walk away – my parents taught me that. I'm true to myself and those I care about. I believe in truth and honesty before glory and fame. What you see on the field is a culmination of everything I believe in – hard work, integrity, and self-determination. It's what I try to instill in my students."

Her dark skin is accentuated by the fresh morning sunlight pouring into the room and her smile feels genuine. I love the authenticity she radiates. It will be easy to trust this woman if she were to become my boss.

"I'm only interested in one thing, Mr. Cameron, and that is how the kids respond to you. All I care about is whether we are sending kids out into the world with the tools to change it. I couldn't care less for bigoted parents or community members or school district superintendents if the evidence shows that the children are better people in the end."

She smiles again. "I don't care about what you do with your personal life, Mr. Cameron. I want you to do here at North Wynn High what you did at Linksfield. Can you guarantee me that?"

"I can guarantee that I'll bring everything I have to the field, to the students, to you and the staff."

"Oh, Mr. Cameron," she chuckles. "I try not to have favorites, but it's going to be hard with you."

My cheeks hurt. I can't stop smiling.

"You're an inspiration. How they ever let you go is beyond me but I'm not complaining. You start after winter break. Just in time to prepare for the spring season. Expect some paperwork from Lauren."

"That's it? Perhaps I should explain—"

She smiles. "Mr. Cameron. We don't have time for all the red tape. And no, you don't have to explain anything. You are a championship-winning coach who has changed the lives of your students. In my book you are what we need more of in the school system – someone who stands their ground despite the pressures of society. I want that here. So, yes. That's it. That's the whole interview. We'll match or beat whatever you earned at Linksfield High. You'll come in as head coach and you'll have two assistant coaches working with you. They know about your application and basically instructed me to hire you. You'll be coming into a team that already has a great deal of respect for you. Do you have any questions?"

I'm a little shocked. "No, ma'am. Not right now."

"Well, if you do have any questions, our details will be in the paperwork. Reach out anytime." She rises, and I do too. "Now, if there's nothing else, I'd like to get back to some work."

Holding out my hand, I reach across the desk for a handshake. "Thank you for the opportunity, Principal Branson. I appreciate it."

"Of course."

When I'm at the door, she speaks again. "Oh, and Mr. Cameron?"

I turn.

"Next year this time, we'll be the ones celebrating that state championship, am I right?"

"I'll do everything I can, ma'am."

The air feels different when I drive back home. Lighter. A future unlike anything I ever imagined is unfolding before my eyes. The hatred I carried around for Buddy Carter no longer feels like a noose around my neck. We didn't need a grand showdown with the man who changed the course of our lives with his words. We only needed to show him that Reece has something here he was never able to give him. A family. Reece has a family here in Iowa. It took eleven years but it was always going to end this way.

And with him, my family is complete.

My Sawyer.

My Reece.

Ours. Forever and always and eternally.

I have a new, bigger bed delivered to the house in the afternoon, and Sawyer picks Pippin and Ezra up so the five of us can spend the evening at my mother's house. All we do is eat and talk about my new job. Reece, as usual, is hypnotized by Ezra and spends most of his time asking our nephew a dozen questions:

"You're so gorgeous, Ez. Why? Why're you so gorgeous?" And, "Can you say Reece? Say Ashhher. Say Sawyyyerrr." And when Ezra answers with goos and gaahs, drooling with his efforts to mimic Reece, he tells the little baby that he said it all just right, and what a perfect baby he is. He's an incredible father figure. Reece was made for this. He was always meant to be surrounded by this kind of love.

We eat dinner and return home late in the evening after dropping Pippin and Ez off with enough leftovers to last a week.

After his shower, Sawyer takes out new bedding for our new bed from the linen closet.

"I left enough hot water for you, Reece," he calls out from the bedroom as Reece enters the shower. "Should be enough for you too, baby," he tells me. I kiss him, and then head downstairs for my shower.

It's surreal that we ended up here. I'm happy. Happier than I've ever been.

I switch off the lights downstairs after my shower and make sure the doors are locked. Then, I head upstairs. The door is open. Reece is on his back, naked, with his thighs spread wide. Sawyer presses his nakedness over Reece's body, and they kiss, rubbing and petting each other like well acquainted lovers. I stand back, watching them for a while. Reece reaches around and flips Sawyer over. I almost laugh because Sawyer didn't see it coming, and it's impressive that Reece can lift all that muscle. With Sawyer underneath him, Reece moves up his body to straddle his neck. Fuck. It's beautiful to watch Reece's confidence. He's bloomed so much over the last several months. No longer the timid Oliver he's been all his life. Now, with confidence, he takes hold of his cock and taps it to Sawyer's lips, then conquers Sawyer's mouth like his dick belongs there.

His murmurs carry across the room. "Fuck, Sawyer. Suck it, baby. Suck my dick. Fuck, that's good."

I stay there, watching my husband and our lover enjoy each other. They move together, Sawyer's hands rubbing and squeezing Reece's ass while he takes that beautiful cock down his throat.

Sawyer slows down their lovemaking, turning Reece again until his back hits the bed. He settles on Reece's side, spreads his thighs and reaches down to slip his fingers between his ass cheeks. They kiss and Reece moans, bending his knees so Sawyer can finger him better. They're so beautiful together.

Reece lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine across the room. "Come here, baby," he tells me. "Come and fuck your husband."

I move, dropping my towel, and suddenly, I'm desperate for them.

I climb over Sawyer's body, and he moans for me. Reece moves, lifting my husband's legs and draping them over my shoulders. "I got him ready for you," he whispers against my lips.

"Fuck, baby," I mutter, before I take Sawyer's hole, my cock buried inside him within seconds. Reece watches us for a while and his face is full of awe and amazement, and I've never been so turned on.

Sawyer groans and swears and begs when Reece drops his mouth onto his cock. But still, it's not enough. Reece moves until his cock is hovering over Sawyer's mouth, and they face fuck each other like the world has been thrown off its axis: wild and chaotic and out of control.

Sawyer can't hold on, and I have to ease out of him so we don't end things too soon. He pulls Reece to the side, sandwiching him between us.

Reece turns his head to kiss me, and I trail my hands down his body. His body has transformed over the last year, harder and more defined muscles, the slopes and dips of his body making me harder.

"Reece," I whisper against his mouth. "Oh, Reece." He's my first love, my husband's second, ours. He's ours. He came here so scared and lost, and then something magical happened. We fell in love again, and then all of us, until three was the only way to be complete.

I'm left humbled by his openness and his confidence. By how he accepted us without question and gave himself to us so wholly and completely. I'm in awe of this man who has loved me through the ages, and now loves my husband with the same depth and fire.

My hands move to skim over his leaking cock, making him raise his hips and cry out for more of my touch.

"More, Ash," he begs on a moan.

"Here?" I ask, my fingers grazing Sawyers at the junction of Reece's thighs.

"Yesss, fuckkk."

Sawyer steals his mouth again and I drop my lips to his nipple. He closes his eyes, digging the back of his head into the pillow, and he cries out when my fingers slip into his hole, Sawyer's fingers joining mine. His cock hardens even more, the head glistening and prominent, and we share kisses, the three of us, while Sawyer and I finger his hole. It's a double fingering and it's fucking amazing.

It's gentle now, this kind of lovemaking. Sensual. Lovers settled into each other, safe in the knowledge that we can touch and want and need like this, but the safety of it all only makes me harder and more desperate. And I need more than this.

Pulling Reece closer to me, I kiss him hard, and move until I'm straddling him. He's so fucking gorgeous, his cock sliding up against mine like silk on silk.

Sawyer shifts, coming up behind me, kissing my shoulder blades, down my spine.

He shoves a bottle of lube into my hand, and I shove it back. "Get me ready, baby," I whisper.

"Fucckkk, Ash. Yeah?" Sawyer moans somewhere near my ear.

"Yes, baby. I need you both. Now."

Reece gasps, and I kiss him. "This will be a first for all of us," I whisper into his mouth.

Sawyer takes his time preparing my ass with his mouth and his saliva while I kiss Reece. Then, I shift so Sawyer can help line Reece's dick up to my ass.

"Ash, fuck. Yes. Give me this ass, baby. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," Reece chants as I lower myself onto his dick.

Sawyer trails his fingers over my back. "Fuck, baby. Look at you two," he groans.

"Fuck me, Reece, baby," I whisper, lowering my chest to his. He lifts his hips, stabbing me with his cock and fuck, it's delicious.

"More, baby," I whisper.

Reece fucks me harder and harder, and I need more still. "I need you, Sawyer," I gasp.

My husband comes up behind me. His fingers slip into my hole, fingering me gently. More lube. Then, he's pushing that thick cock inside me. It's fucking crazy, and it burns like a motherfucker, but I don't fucking care.

Reece slows his movements and Sawyer picks up his pace. My husband and my lover fuck me together, and I am consumed by them. Their bodies, moving behind me and beneath me. Skin on skin. Muscle sliding against muscle, hard and slick, we move together tightly.

I love them. I have never loved like this before. I love them. I love us.

"I love you," Reece whispers against my shoulder.

I seek out his lips, kissing him tenderly. "And I love you. I love you so much. I have always loved you."

And then, I angle my head to my husband. "Come here, husband," I whisper.

He leans over my back, and I tell him how much I love him. I tell him how beautiful he is. All of him. An unblemished man. "You are my life, Sawyer," I whisper while he moves slowly inside me, rubbing his cock against Reece's.

"And I love you, Ash, sweetheart."

We come. Reece first. Then Sawyer. And then, me. Orgasms fitting for this moment. Tender and quiet, but powerful and blinding.

And this is how it will always be. Us three, bare and raw and necessary. It can only be this way. We can exist only like this. The three of us.

Always, the three of us.