Her lips parted in surprise and she kissed him again, letting him taste her relief. Wyatt opened his eyes and saw Thoreau watching them with an off-center smile that swiftly turned into a bark of laughter when Wyatt gave him a thumbs up over her shoulder.
WTF, right?
Chapter Nine
Thoreau
Last night hadn’t gone exactly the way he’d planned or imagined.
It had been better.
Ever since Fiona made the offhand comment, wishing she could have both Wyatt and Thoreau—since together they made the perfect man—it had always been there in the back of his head. Simmering.
He lay there smiling as he thought about how the night had ended, with Fiona trying to convince the sleepy Finn to join her in her bed instead of staying on the couch, and Wyatt grumbling about teams and insisting Thoreau join them.
He’d been plainly uncomfortable, which just made the gesture that much more satisfying. In the end, they’d all piled into her bed together, Wyatt and Thoreau in their boxers on either side of Fiona, with Wyatt muttering for him to keep his hammer in his pants before slipping into unconsciousness.
He wasn’t hating that reference at all.
And he really wasn’t hating that Fiona had finally opened up and told them something about her family, though he wished it hadn’t been so devastating. What she and Wyatt had gone through… He couldn’t even imagine it. His mother had not only known where her children were at all times, but she’d let them know every day how much they were loved and appreciated. He’d always been happy to be a part of his family, but he’d never fully appreciated how fortunate he was. He would never be able to complain about their nagging again, not without feeling like an ungrateful ass.
Honestly, knowing about each of their pasts made him admire them both more than he already had. Wyatt and Fiona were survivors who’d never known how it felt to be safe at home. Finn had managed to stay under the radar with Noah. Fiona spent her life helping other people—at the bar, at the youth center—and she’d put all her own issues and relationships into easy-to-manage boxes, finding creative ways to avoid letting them influence each other.
His only regret was that it had taken her so long to trust them with it, but he understood. Now they just had to keep proving to her, for as long as it took, that they deserved the trust she’d placed in them.
He watched the morning light brush her beautiful, delicate profile as she slept on her side facing Wyatt. She was what everyone needed her to be. Mentor to Jake, confidant to JD, advisor to Seamus. Fun-loving and playful with Thoreau and, he realized after watching them together, sexually submissive with Wyatt.
He’d always told himself he respected women too much to think about things like spanking or trying to boss them around between the sheets, but seeing it? Damn. He couldn’t deny how much that turned him on. And having Wyatt tell him what to do had been just as unexpectedly arousing.
Fiona had loved every second of it.
His cock felt heavy against his thigh and he started to stroke himself as he stared at the tattoos on her back. The curve of her ass beneath the blanket. He glanced over at Wyatt, sleeping peacefully on his back.
Should he?
He wanted her again. He also wanted to get out of that box she’d shoved him into. What would she do if he took what he wanted the way Wyatt had? If he stopped playing by her rules and showed her that he could be just as demanding. Just as exciting.
She shifted position slightly when he reached behind him to snag a condom from the top drawer of the bedside table. He opened the packet so quietly he impressed himself, and then slid the rubber over his erection before he touched her because he didn’t want to have to stop once he started.
His heart raced as he kissed the shoulder left bare by her tank, bringing his hand down over her mouth when she hummed in enjoyment. “Morning, Fi.”
Her spine went stiff with surprise when her sweet, barely covered ass brushed against the proof of his arousal. “I want you to stay quiet and take those panties off, as quickly and quietly as you can.”
“Thoreau?” His name was barely audible through his palm. He smiled and traced her cheek with his nose, nuzzling her sweetly.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” he whispered, getting the shivery reaction and instant obedience he wanted. A thrum of arousal and satisfaction went through his bones. That’s right. Not so sure about me now, but you still want it.
He switched hands, keeping her mouth covered with one and pulling her back against him with the other before gliding it along her stomach. “You slept between us all night. Skin rubbing against mine in nothing but this tiny, sheer tank and a thong. I can smell you on my pillow, Fiona. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the fact that it’s my turn.”
She made a soft sound of surprise and pleasure as he tossed the sheet off them so he could see what he was doing to her. “You knew we were keeping track, didn’t you? Both of us are a little competitive for this pussy, Fi. We’re each counting the seconds until we can get inside it again. And I do seem to remember him having you that last time.”
His fingers glided over the waxed smooth lips of her sex and caressed her clit before slipping into paradise. “You’re so wet already. You like this? You’ve given me so many dirty thoughts over the years. I’ve been saving them up for you. So bottled up I could explode.” He thrust against her hip and she moaned.
“Shh, sweetheart. We have to be quiet.” Thoreau removed his fingers from her sex to adjust her leg and guide the head of his cock inside her. “Oh yeah, you’re ready for me. You wouldn’t want him to know how hot this makes you, getting away with it while he’s sleeping right beside us.”
That was the right thing to say. Their woman had kinky layers, he thought as she pushed back, taking him deeper. Fuck, that was good.
Resisting his desire to groan, Thoreau bit down gently on the lobe of her ear and started to roll his hips. Deep plunge, grind, retreat. He had to keep everything else still, keep her still, while he smothered her cries for more.
He wanted to wake up like this every day for the rest of his life. He needed her, damn it. Feeling this way about anyone else would be impossible now. Fiona had ruined him.
She was taking him deeper with every stroke. Squeezing him tight with her eyes focused on the man beside them. Thoreau had to admit it added to his urgency, taking her while Wyatt lay beside them, his lips tight, the sheets shifting low on his muscled stomach.
He’s awake.
Knowing that made Thoreau impossibly harder. Wyatt was awake and touching himself as he fucked Fiona. Those thick lashes flickered. Was he watching?
He hoped so.
Thoreau gripped Fiona’s thigh and lifted it into the air, revealing every thrust to Wyatt’s concealed gaze. “If he woke up this is what he would see,” Thoreau informed her, his voice louder than a whisper now. “You loving it so much your thighs are wet. My cock working its way inside you. God, he knows how good this feels. How tight. If he woke up, he’d need it.”
Fiona moaned into his hand again, too lost in what he was doing to her to notice Wyatt’s sheet slipping with each stroke of his thick cock.
“What do you think he would he do, Fi? Drag you away from me so he could have you to himself? Or would he be getting off watching me fuck you while we thought he was asleep?”
He heard Fiona’s sound of surprise at the same time those bright blue eyes opened to stare directly at him. Thoreau couldn’t tell if he was angry or not at being called out, but when Fiona reached out to tug the sheet off him, he saw Wyatt’s boxers bunched at the top of his thighs and his cock in his hand. And he didn’t stop just because he was exposed.
Sexy.
He could say it now. Having Wyatt watch them was one of the sexiest things he’d ever experienced. Watching him had been just as arousing. Seeing his attention drop to his cock as it stretched Fiona’s pussy made Thoreau more determined to draw it out. To tease them all and see what kind of catalyst he could creat
e.
Fiona bit the fleshy base of his palm and he removed it, wrapping his arm around her shoulders for leverage as he changed his rhythm, slowing himself down.
“You were watching, Wyatt?” She asked, sounding shaken and aroused. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Thoreau laughed against her shoulder when Wyatt hesitated. “I told you already, Fi. It’s my turn. Wyatt isn’t the kind of guy to take something that doesn’t belong to him.”
“I don’t belong to anybody.”
His eyes narrowed at the same time Wyatt’s did. “Oh no. I don’t think that’s going to fly with us anymore, sweetheart. When we’re like this? You absolutely belong to us, and you know it.”
At the word us Wyatt’s eyes flared. Darkened.
Was that approval?
Thoreau accentuated his words with a forceful thrust as Wyatt rolled to his side and tugged down her tank, cupping one full breast in his hand.
“Say it,” Wyatt rasped, his mouth hovering over her nipple. “Say you belong to us.”
Fiona bit her lip and Thoreau pressed his mouth to her ear. “You own us, Fi. You always have. Give him that.”
“I do. I want to,” she moaned, her hand covering Wyatt’s and dragging it down between her thighs, pressing his fingers to her clit. “I need you both so much.”
Wyatt’s cheeks were flushed red, his breathing labored as he rubbed her clit while Thoreau continued to fuck her.
Jesus. God. Every stroke became a test of his control as the calloused fingers working Fiona’s clit brushed his shaft. Wyatt wasn’t doing it on purpose, he knew that, but Thoreau wished he would.
God, he really fucking wished he would.
He slowed down again, craving more contact. Looking down at where they were all almost joined and not wanting it to end. Wanting more.
Touch it. Touch us both.
“Thoreau, please.” Fiona’s plaintive moan made him silently curse himself and kiss her neck tenderly.
“What does she need, Finn?”
Wyatt’s shoulders bunched and the pulse at his temple showed he knew what Thoreau was doing. Giving over the reins. Letting him control what was happening. What he did to Fiona. To him.
“Faster,” he said hoarsely, clearing his throat, his lids heavy with desire. “Stop teasing her with your hammer, Thor. She needs to come.”
“Show him,” Fiona breathed. She’d caught on quickly, Thoreau thought with a shudder of need. She reached out to touch the fist stroking Wyatt’s cock. “He’ll watch you. Follow you. You know what I like.”
“Fuck,” Wyatt growled, his fingers leaving her as he got to his knees on the bed beside them. “You want me to guide him, baby?”
When she nodded, he snarled and set a punishing rhythm for all of them. Thoreau wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything as primal as Wyatt Finn jerking himself off. Brutal and beautiful, the fire station tattoo on his lean, muscled arm flexing, every inch of him working toward one specific goal. Thoreau matched the rapid pace, overwhelmed with Fiona’s tight heat and Wyatt’s performance.
Fiona’s thigh shook in his hand as she got closer and he managed to restrain himself, sweat dripping down his cheek.
Don’t come. Not yet. Almost. There.
“Now,” Wyatt ordered and Thoreau felt Fiona tighten around his cock like a vice.
“Oh God!”
He heard her shout, and then a seismic jolt rocked his body. “Fi,” he groaned, watching Wyatt’s back arch as he came, painting her chest with ribbons of white. A rough animalistic sound escaped his throat as he marked her and it made Thoreau shudder in response.
Fuck.
He couldn’t hold back after that. He let his climax take him. Let wave after wave of pleasure pound him into tiny grains of sand. Fiona did this to him every time. Devastated him. Transformed him.
She isn’t the only one who does this to you, is she?
He’d always known this would be part of it for him. He wasn’t lying to Wyatt. Sex didn’t have to be one thing or the other. For Wyatt, this might be just about Fiona. It was for Thoreau as well, but his attraction to the firefighter was definitely an added bonus.
“Wyatt?” Fiona shifted against him and the concern in her voice had Thoreau opening his eyes. He saw her reach for Wyatt as he rolled off the bed and yanked his boxers up in one smooth motion.
“I’m good.” But he wasn’t looking at either of them when he laughed and ran a hand through his hair. “Just a little too experimental for first thing in the morning, you know? I’ll be back.”
His abrupt exit left Thoreau unsettled.
A little too experimental.
Shit. Had that made him uncomfortable?
Fiona had the same worry, her hand squeezing his leg as he got rid of his condom. “Did I push him too hard, Thoreau?”
“No way.” He curled her loose hair around her ear and pressed their foreheads together. “But maybe we did. Just a little.” He looked down at Wyatt’s handiwork dripping down her lush breasts. Were they bigger than they used to be?
His desire to lick the come off her full, lush curves had him sitting up decisively. “Why don’t you take a shower while I talk to him, okay? Trust me, he’ll be fine.”
When she looked at him, nibbling on her lip as if she were missing the piercing, it felt like she wanted to tell him something. “What is it?”
She hesitated. “Shower first.” She crawled off the bed and the moment was gone. “A quick one. But don’t let him leave.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
He stepped back into his own boxers, part of him wishing he could join her in the shower. But this was more important. He’d been the one to start Wyatt down this road, and now, before they’d given Fiona the full experience she wanted, things had already gotten more complicated than he could have ever expected.
For all of them.
He’d been hanging out with the Finn family for a long time now, but he was first, last and always a Wayne. Waynes did not shy away from their feelings, no matter how uncomfortable they were or how inconvenient they might be.
That meant he couldn’t ignore the big, bisexual elephant in the room, but that didn’t mean he had to press the issue. Right now, Thoreau just needed to get them all back on track. Back on the plan.
Still, there was something between them, and Thoreau knew he wasn’t the only one feeling it. What he wasn’t sure about was whether or not Wyatt would figure it out on his own.
The man was a lot smarter than he thought he was, and there was more to him than most people knew. Fiona saw it and so did he. Wyatt was just starting to explore who he was and what he wanted, just leaving his insulated bubble to look around after a life-altering event.
He needed time.
Thoreau got it. In a way, he actually had more in common with Wyatt than he did with Fiona. They were both the younger middle siblings, blessed or cursed with that veil of invisibility that allowed them to get away with more than the others could, but also left them basically to their own devices.
It could be a lonely slot to be in. You either chose to be louder, to be the squeakier wheel, or you went with the flow and lived in the shadows, playing the part of supportive cast instead of the lead.
Fiona lived louder than either of them combined, and they’d both fallen in love with that part of her. Drawn to her light. Drawn to each other because of her.
Don’t push him now. You just got to phase two.
But the closer they got to the next phase, the harder it was to be patient.
He followed the sounds of rummaging in the kitchen and found Wyatt staring out of the window, a bacon-wrapped scallop in his hand.
“Any left?”
Wyatt froze before reaching for the box on the counter and moving it closer to Thoreau without a word.
“Thanks.”
They ate in silence, and Thoreau smiled at the mental snapshot of the moment, two men in their boxers dealing with that awkward post-threesome question, Am I a l
ittle gay?
“So, you good?” he asked as casually as he could.
“Sure. Sure. You?”
Thoreau reached for a napkin to wipe the bacon grease off his fingers, hiding his smile. “Best way to wake up, in my opinion.”
Wyatt smirked out the window. “You would say that, since it was your turn.”
“Hey, I shared, didn’t I?”
His smile disappeared. “You did.” Wyatt glanced over at him. “I feel a little creepy for spying on your moment. Not gonna lie.”
“It’s all good.” Thoreau met his gaze head on. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve gotten off on watching you two together. I thought I’d be a little jealous, but it never happened.”
Wyatt was already nodding. “Same. What’s that about? I was an asshole when I found out she slept with you the last time, but this weekend…?”
“You liked it.”
His expression said he couldn’t deny it. “I think it was that teamwork speech you gave. Or maybe my brush with death. Even now, right afterward, it’s hard to believe it happened, you know?”
“Right.” Thoreau laughed. “About as hard to believe as either one of us finding a woman like Fiona?”
“As unlikely, anyway,” he agreed, frowning down at the empty container. “I shouldn’t have rushed out like that. It was just…”
“Too experimental,” Thoreau supplied quietly. “Was it me watching you jerk off or you accidentally touching my hammer?”
Wyatt snorted. “Both, and thank you for adding inadequacy to my list of issues.”
“Give me a break, inadequacy is not your problem. But I would like to hear what else is on that list.”
“Because you’re a nerd who likes lists or because you want to know what my issues are for blackmail purposes?”
“Both.”
“Fine.” Wyatt started washing the container in the sink. “Fine. I’m worried about work. Going back. Still having the balls, that sort of thing. I’m worried that my brother isn’t going to bounce back or get his head out of his ass and talk to me again. Not sure what to do about that, since putting things into perspective was always his job. Ask any of our cousins.”
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