Thoreau shifted impatiently. “I already talked to her about it, but I’m glad she told him. Jake doesn’t have anything to feel bad about.”
“That’s what I said. He was protecting a friend’s privacy. About that…” he hesitated.
“The baby?”
Seamus’ shoulders visibly relaxed. “Yeah, I wasn’t sure if we were talking about it. I was worried when she sprang it on you without warning. That is, until Jake called.”
Thoreau felt a warm burst of gratitude. “Thanks, man. It’s nice to know you care, but I already knew and I’m good with it.”
“I’m glad.” Seamus bumped his shoulder affectionately. “Wyatt’s my cousin, so I’m happy for him, too. But you and I are partners, right?”
“Right.”
“Family.”
“Right.”
“And I can try that beer now?”
“Wrong.” Thoreau laughed. “Sorry, but can we wait until tomorrow? I want your input, but I think the inspiration deserves to experience it first.”
Seamus tilted his head to read the pack and the bottles. He whistled. “If those are as good as the packaging…”
“They are.”
Seamus nodded. “I don’t doubt it for a minute. Does this mean things are going well? With the, um, living situation? Despite the news?”
Thoreau looked over his shoulder as he started up the staircase. “Did you place a bet, Seamus Finn? With insider information?”
“Never.” Following him, Seamus held his hand up, as if swearing to it. “But I did finally get a look at the thing. I was curious about who’d win the pool.”
“My money’s on Rory.”
“Are you sure you want to go with that? You know how he is. His is a little over—”
“I’m sure.”
When he’d said his goodbyes and made it to his car, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Had his mother forgotten to delete the group text?
Relief and anticipation vied for control as he read the message.
Wyatt: Come home. Plan is a go. Bring beer.
“Way ahead of you, man.”
***
He wasn’t sure what to expect after turning the key in the lock. Fantasies of Wyatt and Fiona naked and going ahead without him had him hard as steel the entire drive home. The only thing he loved more than watching them together was participating. But his time was coming.
There’d be a lot of coming if he had his way.
It was almost a letdown when he walked into the kitchen and everything looked normal. They’d even ordered dinner. He set down the three pack and slid his hand into the partially open pizza box to retrieve a slice, still warm and waiting for him on the table. He was hungry.
“Honey? You home?”
Thoreau smirked at Wyatt’s question and swallowed his first bite. “Yes, muffin. Grabbing some pizza. You want any more?”
“We’re good, precious. Aren’t we, Fiona?”
Smack!
“Yes!”
Thoreau stopped chewing, the partially devoured slice dangling forgotten from his hand. “Should I come back later, pumpkin?”
“Get your ass in here, Thor.”
He reached down to adjust himself at the commanding tone, biting his lip to hold back a moan. He might be too ready for this. Was there such a thing? Last night had been a catalyst, all right. One that kept his arousal at a low, continuous boil, ready to explode at the drop of a hat.
Or, from the sounds of it, the spank of an ass.
He set down the pizza, wiped his hands with a napkin and reached for the beer, heading into the living room.
They were on the couch, Fiona on her side with her head resting on the pillow in Wyatt’s lap. He was in his favorite shorts again, and she was wearing Wyatt’s t-shirt. That was all either of them had on.
Something had definitely changed since her reveal.
“What did I miss?”
“Not much.” Wyatt’s grin was wicked, but there was a happiness in his eyes that Thoreau couldn’t remember seeing before. “You already know Fiona announced her pregnancy to most of my family.”
“Only a few.” Fiona lifted her head, her flushed cheeks revealing her already heightened arousal. “And you already know Wyatt talked to Noah.”
“And we’re assuming you and Fiona are okay now, that this morning’s hurt is all forgiven?” Wyatt nodded at him encouragingly and he grinned.
“We’re good,” he assured them, and Fiona’s smile of relief had him moving a little closer. “Anything else?”
“Other than doing a little parking, we’ve been home since then. Waiting on you.” Wyatt nodded to his three-pack. “Is that what you’ve been working on?”
Fiona sat up with a delicate grimace and they both leaned forward as he set the three pack on the table. This was for the game. “I started working on the recipes for this four months ago,” he began. “I needed time to get the flavors right. I couldn’t be too heavy handed. I had to be patient. But thanks to Wyatt’s input, I think I got it right.”
Fiona read the labels and looked up at him, her gray-green eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “Four months? You started making this four months ago? That was well before I left.”
He went to her, kneeling beside the coffee table and taking her hand. “And you weren’t sure whether you were coming back at all. I know.”
“Because I didn’t want to hurt you. Either of you.” She let out a shaky breath. “Any of you.”
Thoreau sent her a gently reproachful look. “The only way you could was by leaving us, but you figured that out. I knew you’d come home.” He glanced down at her belly. “I didn’t know about the extra passenger, though. I would have made yours non-alcoholic.”
“Perish that thought.” Wyatt’s husky voice sound suspiciously emotional. “And this beer has my name on it. This is better than a damn calendar, Thor.”
When Fiona and Thoreau were done laughing, Wyatt raised a brow at him. “Thor’s Hammer?”
“You’re responsible for that.”
Wyatt’s eyes narrowed. “Nature made that, not me. And you don’t mind it at all, do you?”
Thoreau winked at him and then laughed when his eyes went wide. “Not at all.”
Fiona shifted on the couch, and her wince got rid of his good mood in a hurry. “Are you okay?”
Had Wyatt spanked her that hard?
Wyatt slipped an arm around her shoulder and tugged her down until she was lying sideways on his lap again. “She’s been waiting for you to get home for hours, and I think she’s ready now.” His hand disappeared to cup her ass. “Aren’t you, baby?”
“So ready.” She whimpered, and Thoreau noticed Wyatt’s shirt had ridden up high enough for him to see the inside of her creamy thighs. Her arousal was more than obvious, and his mouth started to water.
“I’m here now,” he said, licking his lips, caressing the outside of her thighs with his hands. “Where do you want me?”
He glanced up, startled, when Wyatt covered his hand with his own and guided it over her hip and back until his fingers were touching something hard between Fiona’s cheeks. Shit. Was that a butt plug?
“You’re overdressed for what we have in mind. I noticed you have a bigger bed than Fiona’s. Hope you don’t mind the invasion, but I might have set things up in there, if you wanted to get those clothes off and join us.”
Fiona and Wyatt in his bed? “I don’t mind at all.”
He stood up and grinned when Wyatt’s gaze lingered on the beer again. “Did you want to bring that in?”
“Put it in the fridge until after.” He stood in front of Thoreau, close enough to make his heart pound, and glanced down at his mouth with slightly puzzled expression. “This can’t wait.”
Then he turned and, bending down, lifted Fiona off the couch and over his shoulder, fireman style.
“Still got it,” he grunted while she moaned against his bare back. “Let’s go put out this fire.”
Thoreau had ne
ver moved so fast. Three-pack left to cool, he made it to his bedroom in record time, his shirt already unbuttoned as he shrugged it off his shoulders. Wyatt laid Fiona down across his king-size bed. Its mussed cover and sheets were the same blue and gray tones as her hair was when he’d first met her.
He’d had it bad for a long time.
Wyatt noticed. “You always did look good in this color. My wild fairy.”
“I love you, but I hate you right now.”
Thoreau chuckled as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and boxers. “What have you been up to today, Finn?”
Wyatt glanced at him over his shoulder, wicked grin firmly in place. “Getting her ready for us. I may or may not have forbidden her from coming until the main event.”
Thoreau looked down at Fiona. “For how long?”
“Hours,” she moaned, tearing off her t-shirt, the sheen of sweat on her skin proof that she was telling the truth.
Jesus. No wonder she was in this state.
Getting her ready for us.
Both of them inside her. That’s what he was talking about. No one waiting for their turn this time. Thoreau’s cock was already wet with precum when he gripped the base of it.
They were still doing this. Wyatt was still in on the plan, despite the news he’d gotten. Despite everything.
Fuck, he’d never been so ready.
He glanced over at his bedside table, noticing the washcloth and the lube. “Did you find the condoms?”
Wyatt had been standing beside the bed, slipping off his boxer shorts to reveal his lean, muscular body. He rubbed his hands together, mimicking Thoreau. “Assuming clean bills of health all around, the horse was let out of the barn a while ago. Trust me. You want to experience Fiona without anything between you.”
Was he dizzy? Fucking dreaming? He hunched his shoulders, tightening his grip on his cock, and Wyatt chuckled. “Oh yeah. You want it.”
Trust. That was what Wyatt was giving him. Thoreau felt it, along with another wave of arousal at the thought of being inside his Fiona without a barrier. Their Fiona. “I do.”
“I do, too,” Fiona called from the bed, sounding just irritated enough that Thoreau had to laugh as he joined her. He kissed her hungrily while his hand skimmed over her stomach, her full, sensitive breasts.
“Is this okay?” he asked, breathless against her lips. “You still want this?”
She looked up into his eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I want this,” she assured him. “I love you, Thoreau Wayne. You know that, don’t you?”
He closed his eyes, pressing his lips against her jaw, her neck, as a shudder rolled through him. He’d known. He’d hoped. “I love you, Fiona Howard. All of you. I always have.”
Thoreau felt the bed dip as Wyatt joined them, his head lowering to kiss the other side of her neck. “I hate to interrupt,” he said, his eyes sparkling. “But I think our girl needs a little help getting ready. Climb up on Thor, sweetheart. Give him another kiss.”
Fiona placed her hands on Thoreau’s shoulders and pushed with more force than he was expecting, sending him laughing onto his back on the bed.
“Impatient?” he asked.
“You have no idea.” She straddled his thighs, her belly brushing his straining erection.
“You’d be surprised,” he murmured as she pressed her breasts against him and bit his chin. He put his hands on her hips to hold her steady, watching Wyatt as Fiona lowered her head to his chest and moaned.
He was on his knees beside them, kneading her ass with a look of appreciation and hunger that made Thoreau’s hips lift in reaction.
“Fiona’s been holding out on us,” Wyatt informed him huskily. “She’s had this plug for a while. She even admitted to using it along with her vibrator while you were in here and I was out on that lumpy couch, reading about the ten steps I needed to take to be a better me.”
“Bad girl,” Thoreau said with a smile, earning a nod from Wyatt.
“That’s right. Which is why I gave her a spanking once she got it in.”
Fiona shivered against him at the memory.
“I’m sorry I missed that.”
“You’ll see it again.” Wyatt sounded confident. “She loves it, don’t you, Fi?”
“Yes.” Fiona’s voice was muffled against Thoreau’s flesh, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head when she tongued one of his nipples.
“Fuck.”
“Not yet,” Wyatt ordered, working the plug slowly out while Fiona sucked his flesh. “There we go.”
Wyatt hopped off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom, and Thoreau cupped her ass gently in his hands. “I want to see how pink these cheeks are, but I’m not letting you go long enough to find out.”
“Do you want a spanking, too?” she whispered against his temple. When Thoreau stilled his caress, she lifted her head, her expression warm and aroused. Accepting. “He’s good at it, you know. And what he does to you after makes it feel even better.”
“Fiona,” he whispered his own warning. Wyatt wasn’t ready for that. Might never be.
“I love you,” she said again. “And someone told me that Wyatt takes his time, but then he sticks. Neither one of us is going anywhere unless you want us to. WTF FTW.”
Wyatt, Thoreau and Fiona. For the win.
Thoreau’s mouth was still gaping when Wyatt joined them again, a bottle of lube in his hand. He was laughing. “Sorry, man. You know I suck at keeping things to myself. And you brought home that three-pack, so it’s not like she wasn’t going to find out.”
Fiona leaned into Wyatt, kissing him as Thoreau watched from his position beneath them. His. This could be his from now on. He gripped her ass more firmly and she gasped into Wyatt’s mouth.
“He might be more impatient than you,” Wyatt growled when he lifted his mouth.
“Wanna bet, firecracker?”
Thoreau dragged her up his body, groaning at the hot, wet glide as she slid against his shaft. “Please. I need…” He broke off when Fiona started to roll her hips, riding his cock without letting him inside. “Fi.”
“He needs you. We need you, Fiona. Are you ready to make your favorite fantasy come true?”
Say yes, Fi. Fuck, please God, say yes.
“Yes, Wyatt. Yes.”
“You know how much I love that word.”
Thoreau felt Wyatt’s hair-roughened knees spreading his legs to make room behind Fiona and his cock pulsed in reaction.
“Oh, he liked that,” Fiona said, staring down at him in fascination.
“Don’t tease the man when he needs you, Fi.”
Thoreau watched, his own hand on his cock, as Wyatt helped position her. Then he felt her lips part and her wet heat surrounding him so tightly he moaned. “So good.”
“She loves your hammer, Thor.” Wyatt’s soft tease made both Thoreau and Fiona shiver. “Take all of him, baby. Take everything and I’ll give you more.”
Jesus, he wasn’t sure he was going to survive this. She felt too good. Wyatt’s voice drifting over them, watching and directing them as Fiona took him deep… It was too much.
When Fiona leaned forward and kissed his lower lip, Thoreau opened his eyes. Hers were dilated, a storm of silvery green and full of arousal. She gasped, her eyes widening, and he could hear the wet sound of lube on flesh as Wyatt got her ready for him.
This was happening. Finally. Both of them. He would have both of them together. He could already feel Wyatt’s fingers against his cock as he worked them into her ass. He needed to think of something else so he didn’t explode.
Fermentation?
No, fuck it, he just wanted more of this. His hips lifted off the bed impatiently and Fiona moaned.
“Hold on now, Thor,” Wyatt rasped. “Let me in before you start this ride.”
He held his breath when Fiona cried out above him, her muscles tightening around him as Wyatt worked his way inside her from behind.
“Fuck,” Thor shouted, feel
ing Fiona’s whole body tense when he was finally in. He lifted his head to kiss the blissful tears off her cheeks. “You okay, Fi? Feel good?”
She blew out a shaky breath and nodded jerkily. “So much. So full. Oh God, Wyatt. I can feel both of you.”
“Me too.” Wyatt sounded like he was talking through a clenched jaw. “You’re so tight, baby. I need to fuck you, but you’re so damn tight.”
“Do it,” she begged.
“I second that emotion,” Thoreau managed. “I need to move.”
“I’m driving,” Wyatt growled, his chest pushing against Fiona’s back until she was pressed against Thoreau and he was hovering over both of them. “Same rules apply now, Thor. Follow my lead.”
That was all he wanted.
Thoreau couldn’t wrap his head around how good this felt. Everything. He felt everything. He followed Wyatt’s rhythm, slow at first, to make sure she could handle it, then a little faster. A little deeper.
More. Fuck us harder.
His feet were braced on the bed, with Wyatt pumping between them. Fiona was squeezing him so tight it was close to pain, but he never wanted it to stop. She kissed him, turning her head to kiss Wyatt in turn, all the while making sounds that were driving him closer and closer to the edge.
When she lowered her head to his chest, he opened his eyes to see Wyatt’s face, dripping with sweat and so close to his he could feel every panting breath. Blue eyes dropped to his lips and then met his gaze again.
Thoreau licked his lips as their measured rhythm surged, knowing he was pushing but unable to stop himself. Everything felt good. Everything felt right.
Fiona lifted her head and moaned. “I’m so close. I can feel you both fucking me and I’m so close. Can you feel him against you, Wyatt?”
Wyatt’s lashes fluttered and his hips slammed against them. “Yes.”
“Do you like it?” she gasped, running her hands over her sensitive breasts as they bounced lightly above him.
“Yes, I like it.”
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