by Leigh Lennon
“I’m not mad or upset. I’m not even surprised. I’m just so unsure. And not unsure about this with the two of you. But unsure of me.”
Now, we were getting somewhere. It made sense. His anger with me, as I continued to be with Jack was a smoke screen. His fear was in himself and not me loving Jack more. When he turned around, I’d thought he would continue his almost methodical pacing, but he went straight back to the guest room.
Jack tried to stop him—to challenge him—but then I grabbed his hand, and mouthed, “Just let him go.” And Jack did, but I didn’t like where Bodhi’s head was.
This was Bodhi to a T. And he wasn’t withdrawing because he hadn’t wanted to talk; he was overwhelmed, and one would say it was why he cheated on me. But being overwhelmed by this situation and keeping things to himself were two different things when it came to my ex-husband.
When Declan was diagnosed with his diabetes, he’d shut down for days, but it was to gather his own information, to understand on his terms what was needed from him, and to make sure we gave Declan the best care.
If I wagered a guess, I’d say he was in the spare room googling polyamorous relationships, in order not to hurt me ever again. Jack pushed up, a variety of barely audible curse words falling from his mouth as he turned to go to my bedroom. I’d talk to Jack later because in his mind, Bodhi was doing the same thing, but this was where knowing my ex was both valuable and a curse at the same time.
Making my way to the guest room at the front of the apartment across from Declan’s room, I knocked on the door, but it opened a little. “Can I come in?” I asked, and just as I had predicted, he not only was in deep concentration on his phone but he also had a notepad and pen next to him.
His eyes raised to mine. “I didn’t mean to walk away. I should have said what I was doing.”
I waved him off, closing the space between us. “I know you well enough that I figured this was what you were doing. But you know Jack thinks you got scared and ran, and if we are going to even attempt this, I can’t be the go-between.”
He scrubbed his five o’clock shadow, making up more than just one day of missing a shave. I loved him with stubble on his jawline; it was a turn-on.
“Shit, Triple C, I keep messing stuff up when it comes to you and me.” He was off the bed, pulling at my hand, and before I understood where we were going, we were crossing the living room and entering my bedroom. Jack had only his boxers on, still wearing his prosthetic that he would take off before he crawled into bed for the night. It was the first time Bodhi had seen it, but he didn’t stop to stare at it. He crossed the room to where Jack was tidily putting his clothes away in the bottom drawer I had cleared out.
Bodhi cupped his jaw, and from my vantage point, I could see every emotion drip from both of their faces. “I didn’t run right then. I guess I understand why you’d think that, but I was trying to make sense of it—not blowing you off.”
Jack’s hand flew to cover Bodhi’s. “Then think out loud for the two of us to hear. That way, we know what’s going through your mind, and we’re not left to make assumptions.” Jack’s hands moved to his back, then down to cup his ass. “And because I enjoy being in your company, I’d rather you think out loud, where we can enjoy you.”
Bodhi moved his arms around his neck, and Jack turned to me, his index finger curved up, beckoning me to him. “Come here, foxy. We both need you and need you now.”
“I thought we weren’t ready for this?” Bodhi asked, his hands still joining Jack like glue.
“Yeah, but maybe we’re overthinking this too much. We’ve talked this the fuck apart, and we all still want the same thing. Maybe we stop dissecting and just feel.”
Jack’s reasoning had merit, but it was so unlike him. This was all Bodhi needed, dropping a kiss on Jack’s cheek. “I’m not done with you.” His wink toward Jack was sexy, so fucking sexy but when Bo charged me, my heart started to speed up, and I wasn’t sure if I hadn’t combusted from the heat in the room. “I’ve always dreamed of you and me back together.” It was all he said before cupping my cheeks and crashing his lips on mine, pushing me against the closest wall. He removed one hand from my cheek, and slipped it up my shirt, under my bra. He pulled away from me long enough to order, “Take your shirt off.” I had it over my head. He was back at my lips, his tongue exploring my entire mouth, taking little nibbles of my lip along the way. When a set of hands moved behind the wall and up my back, my bra was unlatched and being stripped from my body. With the extra motion around us, Bodhi pulled away from me, and I slowly opened my eyes.
“Fuck, Jack,” Bo started, “I love having an extra pair of hands to help me.” His head dived to my nipples, his mouth exploring one as Jack’s tongue licked the other. My moan was more of a whimper. “Don’t worry, foxy, we got you.” A pair of hands unzipped my jeans and roughly pushed them down my legs, and I stepped out of them without any coaxing.
I wasn’t expecting it when a finger entered me and another finger worked my clit, and I took in a great intake of air. “Don’t stop,” I ordered.
“Foxy.” Jack was at my ear. “Want to show him my favorite fantasy?” Jack as the Dom had become more the norm than a fantasy in our sex life. “Is he up for it?” Jack was asking if there was a submissive nature in Bodhi.
“Want to try something?” I asked, and Bodhi was on his knees, his face tipped to mine, and because I was breathy, he was, too.
“Anything you want, Clara. Anything for you.” My attention was back on Jack, and I shook my head. And, fuck, did I want to witness Bodhi submit. I ached for it as much as I treasured Jack in a more dominant role.
“I love you, Bo.” With my hands ravaging his thick almost black hair, Jack tickled his fingers up and down my body, heightening my nerve endings. And when I thought I would combust, Jack bent over to grab for Bodhi, almost yanking him from me.
Jack, for once, wasn’t his wordy overly informative self as he yanked at Bo’s short-sleeved shirt, at the collar, smashing his mouth with Bodhi’s. I stood watching because when Jack was in command, I never did anything without permission.
When he pulled back, his gaze was only on Bo. “So, this is how it’ll go down, Mr. Chambers. I’m the one in control. My demands are all you need to listen to, and you don’t move if I don’t deem it.”
Bodhi looked at me. “Fuck, that’s hot…”
“He’ll figure it out, foxy.” And because I learned when we were in the little role play, I did exactly what he said.
“Are you game, Mr. Chambers, or are you…?”
Jack didn’t have a chance to answer. “I’m game, my good Sir. Bring it on.”
My mouth gaped as a gasp fell from it. Jack pulled Bodhi with him, by his shirt, coming closer to me. “Regardless of anything, I won’t regret this in the morning. I want this, and I want it fucking now.” I gave him a quick nod, and when his gaze rotated to Bo, he answered.
“I want this, but more so, I want the two of you.” It was all it took, and Jack scooped me up, his command to Bo clear. “Follow me.” From the doorway to the bed, Bodhi was behind Jack. When Jack threw me on the bed, his next demand was evident. “Get on the bed and lie down.” His attention was on me. “I need you on his face while you face fuck him.”
25
Bodhi
My wife was over me, and her pussy was as delectable as I remembered. And yes, I called her my wife. In legal formality, we were no longer man and wife, but to me, she never stopped being my wife.
One lick of her and I was sucked into the entire reason I fell in love with this woman. It wasn’t just because I was about to have sex with her for the first time in over three years. The memories hit me with every swipe of my tongue on her clit—our first date, our first kiss. How I could make her so mad with my possessive nature when it came to her and only her. I remembered the real smile only I could put on Clara’s face—not the fake one that so many saw, but the one when she let her guard down for me only.
Every whi
mper of this woman ramped up my desire to lap up everything. The more her moans motivated me, the wetter she got with each lick. My hands ravaged her tits as I twisted, pinched, and caressed them.
But there was more. So much more. My pants had been unbuttoned and almost ripped from my body, and when he touched my cock for the first time, I stilled, just for a moment to truly appreciate what was happening, and where all this would be going later.
Jack was silent, but Clara wasn’t. “Oh, fuck, Bo—I’m close, so close.” But her words were limited as the entire room filled with Clara’s cries.
I was willing my mind not to overthink this one. On one hand, I couldn’t believe this was happening, and on the other hand, this had been what I always wanted but had been too scared to share with Clara when we were married.
“I…” Clara stammered, “Ah, I’m about to…” There was a long pause, and she didn’t finish her sentence. She didn’t need to. With a loud moan-type whimper, it was obvious to Jack and I that she’d had an orgasm.
She rose from the sitting position above me and curled herself to the other side of my body, opposite where Jack was giving me a hand job. She didn’t say a word, but I tipped her head to mine, and I needed to mix our flavors together. I loved her tasting what I had always just sampled. As I remembered, she loved it, too.
“Did I tell you two that you could kiss?” Jack’s question had an authoritative tone, and it had my pulse quickening, and my cock only hardened more in his grasp. “Ah, I see you like me bossing you around.” I didn’t reply, but when his lips curled into a small grin, he sped up the motion of his hand, and my eyes rolled back in my head with the sensation of it all. “I will let your little indiscretion slide for now.”
He pushed to his knees, letting go of my cock, and I missed his touch. It occurred to me that this had been the first time he’d let me see him without pants on. He still had his leg attached to his body, but it didn’t hinder him at all.
The wait wasn’t long before his touch was back on me, but this time, it was in the form of a kiss. His gentle nature was on display as our lips opened at the same time, his tongue as gentle as the rest of him in the moment. His hand reached my jawline, and he caressed it, and his other arm encircled my body, landing on my back with long circular motions. The tender quality of his character was on display. It was a catch-22. There were times I loved this part of his disposition. This was the Jack who dissected every issue, talked about things to exhaustion, and was as cute as a button when he carried on in this fashion. Then there was the side of Jack I’d seen yesterday as he slammed me to the wall, or the one this morning who blocked my exit from the apartment. Or the man who’d told me he demanded control if we were to make love.
I wasn’t sure which Jack I liked more, but the combination of both sides of this man had me falling quicker and harder for him.
When he withdrew his tenderness from me, he replaced his grin with an almost evil smirk; a glint in his eyes I’d seen seldom in him, normally when he was challenging me like he had this morning.
“Foxy, I need you to get reacquainted with his cock.” She was on her knees, and I loved this, too. Her submissive nature, new to me, was on full display, and it was as sexy as the commanding and controlling Jack.
I yanked a pillow from my side and propped it under my head. I wanted to see this, to witness Clara’s affection, even in the more erotic act of giving me a blow job. I watched the entire scene take place, and Clara was beautiful in many ways, but with her hand wrapped around my cock and her mouth opening to devour me, not only was my desire needy but my heart was brought back to life. It was strengthened when Jack’s hands reached for mine, linking them—and the three of us—together.
Her tongue touched the tip of my cock, and it was like I could breathe again. My world was righted with this continued intimacy with Clara. “I’ve missed you.” She needed to hear my words and what was in my heart.
“I missed you, too,” She spoke between licks.
My long arms, well, the one that wasn’t connected with Clara, reached for her head, my hands fisting her long gray and pink locks. “I love you, Clara Ashley. I love you so much.” She didn’t answer, but I knew what she’d say if she wasn’t beginning to take my entire length in her mouth.
Jack adjusted himself next to me, disconnecting our hands for a second to move my hand to his mighty cock. I hadn’t gotten up and personal with it yet, but I planned to. And like mine, it was long, and in my grasp, it was even broader. I’d wanted him from the moment in his office. From the day he met me at the hospital, holding me because I was about to fall apart. Last night, I’d wanted to crash my lips to his and feel his toned body next to mine. But I wouldn’t have done any of that because it would have meant hurting Clara.
This showed me so much, and Jack was right. Sometimes, tackling the hard topics with honest communication led to so much more than I could imagine. It led to where we were. And it was a great place to be.
“Slow. I want your hands to work my shaft slowly. I want to feel every little touch of yours as I watch our girl suck your cock.”
He was a dirty talker in a very matter-of-fact way. But in how I was getting up and very personal with Jack, it made sense. This was him. “And if you think this is good, Mr. Chambers, wait until you’re inside her again.”
I had an answer on the tip of my tongue. “I’ve never forgotten. When you’ve had perfection, nothing else could ever compare.”
Within our proximity, he turned his head to mine, and I did the same. He placed a little chaste kiss on my mouth, then bit my bottom lip. It wasn’t enough to make it hurt, but I never minded a little bit of pain when it came to sex.
“Don’t make him come, foxy,” he demanded, and I let out a long, almost troubled breath. He read my frustration. “So tell me, Mr. Chambers, do you want to come now or inside her?” It wasn’t a fair question, though I’d wager to bet because this was Clara, I could recover quickly.
When I didn’t answer, Clara gave me one last lick and moved toward me, and I loved being in the middle of them. She cuddled up next to my neck, and when her breath hit my ears, my entire body sizzled with heat.
“I’ve never stopped loving you, Bo.” She’d said that already a few times tonight, but it didn’t matter because she could say it every minute for the rest of our lives, and I wouldn’t mind. And it occurred to me right then that I wanted this, her and him, with me for the rest of my life. I hadn’t been blind. Clara and Jack were working toward a forever commitment, and I wanted to be one of those forevers—with them.
“Say that again, Triple C. I need to hear it again.”
“I’ve never stopped loving you, Bodhi Chambers.” In her declaration, her words were slathered with a seductive vibrato I’d never forgotten.
In my reply, I took it a step further. “I’ll always love you, Clara.” I pulled her tight to me, brushing her lips lightly with mine. Jack reached over my chest, pinching my nipple.
Taking Clara’s hand with his, he linked their fingers and placed their hands back on my chest. “This, right here, is something special. It doesn’t come around often,” Jack said.
Jack leaned over, kissing me on the cheek, and we lay in quietness, in each other’s embrace. He was right. This was special, and I couldn’t wait to get to the next step in whatever the three of us could be to one another.
26
Jack
The man I’d been obsessed with and the woman I loved were both within reach and both naked and willing to do my bidding. Was this real? Was this my true reality?
I touched them both, and they didn’t evaporate into thin air. Not an ounce of doubt existed in my mind that I loved Clara. With Bodhi, I could love deeply and all-consuming if given a little more time. As much work as a triad was, the reward was immense, too.
“You two okay?” Yeah, I said I wasn’t going to dissect this thing to death, if given the chance, but I still had to know.
“Who knew I could have both the me
n I loved with me like this.” Clara’s voice was the first to fill the quietness between us.
I hadn’t given it much thought, though the budding attraction was going to self-combust between Bodhi and me if not addressed. Even though there was so much bad blood between these two, the love between them was still evident. When did I think this could work? Somewhere between the hospital, me slamming him up against the wall yesterday, and him walking in on Clara and me.
And here we were, moving fast, but after Bodhi retreated into himself tonight, I hadn’t wanted to tread on thin ice. I wanted to jump feet first into what this could be. It could end badly, no denying that, but anything worth fighting for could end badly. It wouldn’t mean I’d regret it. But in my mind, we all wanted this. It had been talked about to exhaustion, and now, here we were.
“Jack?” Bodhi asked.
“Hmm?” I responded, stroking Clara’s thumb and, in turn, stroking his skin right below his left nipple.
“Are you okay?” His question had just a little hint of fear in it.
I wanted to move to my side to be able to look both Bo and Clara in the eyes, but I didn’t want to break our connection. “Yeah, I’m more than okay.” I had moved my head enough to peck him on the cheek, and when I did so, I squeezed Clara’s hand.
“Do you want to talk about this?” Bodhi asked, and it squeezed at my heart because as much as Bodhi loved avoiding the hard talks, he knew I needed them.
“No, not right now. I just want to live in the moment.” I gave him another peck on the cheek, then let go of their touch. Pushing myself out of bed, I walked to the side of the room with a spare chair in the corner where Clara normally discarded her clothes at night. Moving her clothes to the laundry bin, I placed it near the side of the bed with Bo and Clara.
