by Sierra Hill
Cam drags the tip of his tongue across the surface of her panties and my fingers twitch inside her. Our connection is combustible.
“Remove her panties,” I command, as Cam nods, his eyes greedy with desire, never leaving the sight of her bare pussy as he pulls down her underwear.
Spreading her folds with my fingers, I open her up for Cam to fuck her with his tongue.
“Make her come. Show us how much you missed this. Missed us both.”
Chapter 20
We moved to the bed the minute London shattered under the weight of her orgasm, slumping against me as her knees shook and her body went limp as a ragdoll.
With Cam being the bulkier of the two of us, he laid down on his back after divesting his clothes, with London laid out on top of him in the same direction.
Generously lubing his cock and priming her pussy, I watch from my advantage point at the edge of the bed as he thrusts inside her, viewing the most erotic vision I’d ever witnessed. My own cock wept with jealousy at the sight before me.
“Oh shit, Sage…you need to get in here now. Don’t know how long I can last.” Cam pants out, grunting with each thrust.
There’s nothing I want more but I know that we need to make London comfortable. To ensure this is pleasurable and not painful for her.
I pour the lube over my erect length, pinching the base tightly to keep myself in check and kneel over the bed – over my lovers’ bodies.
“I’m going to use my fingers first, baby,” I coach London, who appears to be lost to the sensation of Cam’s movements.
She moans as I press two fingers at her vaginal entrance, sliding them inside her tight walls. I feel her clenching around me and I stop.
“Talk to me, darlin. You okay? Do you need me to stop?”
“Mmm. No, it’s good. I like it.”
I smile down at her, my gaze shifting to Cam who’s face lights up with acknowledgment.
Continuing my pumping, I thrust and withdraw my fingers, each time the friction causing Cam’s cock to jerk and throb. Realizing we’re on borrowed time, based on the pained look and the intensity of Cam’s furrowed brow, I remove my slicked fingers and wrap them around my cock, stroking a few more times.
Cam’s legs are stretched forward, London straddling him with her knees opened wide, revealing everything to me, as I climb over his outstretched legs, the fuzz of his hair tickling my balls.
“I dreamed of this every night while I was in prison. You got me through my hell and this is my heaven.”
The head of my cock poised at her entrance, I cautiously maneuver in, inch by agonizing inch. I feel the stretch of her pussy welcoming me and the skin of Cam’s cock glancing across my own slick cock.
“Ohhhh…” London wails and both Cam and I instinctively halt our movements.
“You okay?” I ask with concern, my throat constricted with emotion.
She nods, her lips parted, tipping her head back against Cam’s shoulder, his hands at her waist to keep her upright.
“Yeeeesss…I just feel so stretched…so full.”
I grin, catching Cam’s half-lidded gaze over her head.
“How’s it feeling for you, Cam?”
He doesn’t even need to answer me because I know how it feels. It’s a wholeness that can’t be described. The broken pieces of our lives, renewing and mending back together again into a complete, living and beating heart.
“Fuck, man. I’m so close. You both feel so fucking good. I can’t even…”
The bump and grind of his dick against mine shoots paralyzing sensations up my spine, my body fighting and straining against the rising tides of my pending orgasm.
“Cam, use your finger and get her off. Our girl deserves it for giving this to us.”
They both moan and he does what I say. His finger fits snuggly between London’s and my bodies, pressing into her swollen clit, circling it with purpose. She pants and moans, her pelvis pushing forward as Cam and I continue pumping inside.
There’s no doubt this is a tough position. The three of us are in tight, small, hard movements that jostle London with each thrust. I can’t even reach her to kiss her because of the angle. But as I stare into her eyes, I watch them close and then flutter open as she releases a long, purring sigh and her pussy spasms around our cocks.
“Oh God, Sage. Can you feel that? So tight…”
“Mmm-hmm,” I reply, surging forward, my hands pressed on the mattress next to Cam’s shoulders.
“I’m gonna come,” he sputters, throwing back his head and growling out his release. “Fuuuuck, it’s so good.”
The throbbing ripples of his cock, mixed with the hot surge of his release, does me in. My balls tighten, and I shoot my own load inside of London, pulsing past the point of oblivion.
“I’m dead.” I choke out, a light-hearted laugh tagged on for good measure.
Cam’s body lays limp against the mattress, London’s lax form pressed on top of his. I pull out of her pussy, the wetness of our releases seeping out between her legs.
Easily the hottest thing I’ve ever seen or done. It’s indescribable the emotions that swirl in my head and heart as I move off the bed into the bathroom.
I make quick work of washing and cleaning up and return to the bed with a wet washcloth in my hands. London is on her side curled up against Cam, whose eyes are shut in quiet reverie, but is kissing her hair, neck, and shoulders.
I place the warm cloth between her legs and she sighs.
“You doing okay, baby? We’ll run you a bath later to reduce the soreness.”
She pats the pillow next to her head, gesturing for me to lay down.
Tossing the used cloth over the side of the bed, I lay down, facing my beautiful girl. And then my eyes latch on to Cam’s, his flashing unsaid emotions and feelings, all of which I am all too familiar with.
Desire. Contentment. Grief. Longing. Serenity.
But most of all, love.
“Welcome back home, Cam.”
Epilogue
Sage – Three Months Later
The waves of the ocean lap up against the white sandy shore of the excluded beach I’d rented out for our honeymoon.
We’ve been married three days – London and I – and married life has been nothing short of perfect. Perfection only for the sheer fact that our wedding also included a commitment ceremony between me, London and Cam.
The three of us joined together – maybe not under the law – but decreed by our hearts and souls.
Our wedding and commitment ceremony were intimate, held on our property in Nashville, including our only witnesses of Cam’s mom and London’s parents. And of course, our ring bearer, Taylor.
London wore a strapless white gown, her long blonde hair twisted in a braided crown, the rest flowing down her back, a few white flowers adorning her head. The three of us stood side-by-side at the altar, London sandwiched between us, arms linked at the elbows, as we recited our vows of life-long commitment and love.
There was no bouquet, or lavish dinner reception, or the standard wedding gifts given. We had no need for any of that. What was important to us was that we spoke our vows to one another in front of our families – and yes, they are my family – and promised to love one another through sickness and health, richer or poorer, good times and bad.
And we pledged our faithfulness to one another for as long we all shall live and pledged we would honor and respect our united bond forever.
It was simple and beautiful and the best moment of my life.
But these past three days have certainly given that day a run for its money.
“Baby, can you rub some more lotion on my back? I feel like I’m sizzling from these rays out here.”
A topless London sits up from where she is lying face-down in her chair and hands me a bottle of SPF lotion.
Squirting some in my hand, I rub my palms together and run my fingers over the heated skin of her back. She moans under my ministrations and it brings back me
mories from earlier this morning when I fingered her in the outdoor shower after we rinsed off from our morning swim.
Or last night as Cam and I double-teamed her, one in her pussy and the other in her ass, sending her to the moon and back with an out-of-this-world orgasm.
Yeah, married life is pretty freaking fantastic.
Finished with lotioning her back, I sneakily wind my hands around to her front where I cup her breasts in my hands.
“Hands off pal. Those are mine to play with today. She promised.”
I smile broadly as Cam appears in front of us, returning to our secluded spot with a tray of tropical drinks in his hand. He sets it down on the small table next to us and sits on the opposite side of London, licking a nipple that I’ve pinched between my finger and thumb.
Then he leans over her shoulder and kisses me flush on the mouth.
Hard.
Demanding.
My lips part and his tongue runs the corners of my mouth, exploring greedily.
London pushes at Cam’s chest, pressing him away with a laugh.
“Now boys, you know you’re supposed to share. I thought I taught you that very valuable lesson on our first day of kindergarten? Remember?”
Cam and I roll our eyes and snicker at her memory.
Twenty-five years earlier, three kids met on the first day of school.
Two boys battling it out over a toy and one sassy little girl who got between them to break up their fight.
That little girl grew up to remain the center of their lives – their queen.
She is and was the center of their universe.
And hopefully someday, the mother of their children.
Making us the happiest men to ever live.
The End
Acknowledgments
For my readers. I took a very different direction when I began writing this ménage serial, having never written a cliffhanger or a ménage book before. But oh my goodness, thank you! Thank you so much to all my ARC readers for the outpouring of love and support - who waited patiently after they read each book as I hurriedly finished up the next. Thanks to my readers for sending me notes and messages about how much you loved this story and these three characters.
London, Cam and Sage will always hold a special place in my heart. My trio of the jock, punk kid and beautiful book worm. They sure went through a lot to find their happy ending and I’m glad you chose to come with them on their life’s journey.
Debbie – thanks for being my greatest cheerleader. For the phone calls. The chats. The notes about adding “more, more, more.” That’s what I needed to make this turn out the way it did.
Christopher John – I love working with you! Thank you for the messages along the way as I worked to release this final book. Such a gorgeous cover photo of you, Gus and Lauren. Love, love, love.
Renee my PA – love your spirit, your enthusiasm for my books and your heart.
And lastly, I have something special planned for readers and my email subscribers…I will be providing extra BONUS epilogues in the next two months from both London and Cam’s point of view. You don’t want to miss these special scenes!
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This one’s for you TL Travis.
Thanks for your friendship and constant encouragement.
