Secrets in Edgewood: The Complete Series

by Kate Hawthorne

  “It is,” Graham agreed, eyes laser focused on Calvin.

  “But I think I’m right when I say you both want to explore this with me too. Yes?”

  The flush on his cheeks was answer enough, and Graham nodded roughly before averting his eyes from Calvin’s. At one time, the thought of Graham being with someone else would have left Calvin enraged and jealous—and he knew a part of him was selfish, that wanted all of Graham to himself for all time—but maybe that was where they went wrong. Their love was solid, of that he never doubted, but they needed something to jumpstart them.

  And maybe it was Emory.

  “Think of it like a fire,” Emory coaxed, an eyebrow raised in challenge. “When it starts to burn out, you need to add a little fresh kindling.”

  “And you’re the kindling?” Graham asked, expression doubtful.

  “Don’t be silly, tiger. I’m lighter fluid.”

  Fourteen

  Graham

  “You’re trouble is what you are,” Graham huffed a small laugh and turned away from Emory’s intense stare.

  “You’re deflecting.” Emory leaned closer and his stomach rumbled.

  “You’re hungry.”

  “Stay,” Calvin said gently. He fiddled with the sheets around Emory’s hip, careful to ignore his erection.

  “You’re really gonna do this?” Emory settled against his pillow.

  “We’ll find the kitchen and bring up a snack.”

  “I don’t need two caretakers,” Emory groused. “That isn’t what this was supposed to be.”

  “This is what it’s like to be with me,” Graham informed him.

  Calvin’s eyes widened, flashing with hurt. He unfolded himself from the bed.

  “I’ll go find the kitchen,” he mumbled before disappearing down the hallway.

  “There’s a lot to unpack with the two of you.” Emory reached up and stroked his fingers down Graham’s cheek.

  “We…grew apart. I don’t know.”

  “I’m not the one you need to have this conversation with, tiger.” Emory pushed his chest and closed his eyes. “Now, go. I’m hungry, aren’t I?”

  Graham stood and followed the faint sounds of cabinets opening and closing until he found Calvin in the corner of a massive kitchen staring out a window over the sink.

  “Hey.” He approached Calvin cautiously. Calvin didn’t move, not even when Graham pressed his chest against Calvin’s back. “Did I upset you?”

  Calvin scoffed.

  “I meant just now,” Graham corrected. “Upstairs.”

  “I barely remember what it’s like to be with this version of you,” Calvin whispered.

  “I’m the same man I’ve always been, Cal.”

  “You’re not, though.” Calvin turned and stared up at Graham. “Neither of us are, and that’s expected I think, but it shouldn’t be this hard.”

  “Did you think it would be easy? When we got married alone? When we moved across the country so I could take the job at Puck’s? When we bought a home in desperate need of TLC?” Graham lowered his face so his breath brushed over Calvin’s mouth. “I knew things would be hard, but I thought I’d have you with me.”

  “I wanted to have my husband with me for all of that, too.”

  “Just because you don’t like me doesn’t mean I’m not your husband,” Graham reminded him.

  “I know you’re my husband, but we were like roommates, G. It was friendly. There was no spark, no fire. I need that from you again, and you’re up there giving it to someone else. So to answer your question, yes, you upset me upstairs.”

  “I need you to understand something.” Graham stepped closer, boxing Calvin into the corner, his erection insistent against Calvin’s hip. “This is for you. From that kiss. This has nothing to do with anyone besides the person in front of me right now.”

  Calvin’s throat moved as he swallowed.

  “I need you to tell me if that’s enough for you. For now. And we can work on the rest as we go. If that’s what you want. Me, I mean. If you still want me.”

  Calvin kissed him. He grabbed Graham’s face with shaking hands and sealed their mouths together. He parted his lips and yielded. Graham growled, reaching down and hooking his arms under Calvin’s thighs and lifting up. Graham pushed Calvin onto the counter and tugged him close. Calvin wrapped his legs around his waist and threw his head back, ending the kiss and opening his throat for Graham to pepper kisses upon.

  “I love you,” Graham kissed the promise against the dip of Calvin’s collarbone. “I want you. I want him. I want this, with you.”

  “Please don’t talk right now,” Calvin pleaded, snaking a hand between their bodies and adjusting the bulge between his legs.

  “We need to talk. This isn’t only us now, right? There’s someone upstairs who wants the same things from us.” Graham nipped at Calvin’s throat, using his teeth to tug at the thin and delicate skin.

  “I want him,” Calvin breathed out, tangling his fingers into Graham’s hair. “I want him because he’s not you.”

  Graham grunted and fought against Calvin’s hold on his hair until they were face to face. “Are you trying to hurt me some more?”

  “No. It’s important that you know that. I don’t want him to be you. I’m not trying to replace you.”

  “You couldn’t replace me,” Graham sucked a bruise onto the base of Calvin’s neck.

  “I know,” Calvin panted, hips arching upward.

  “I’ve been telling you that for months.”

  “I know. I know.”

  “God, Cal. I miss you so much.” Graham shifted Calvin’s body to the edge of the counter and rubbed his denim covered dick against his ass. Calvin’s eyes softened and his head dropped backward, banging into one of the cabinet doors.

  “Let me,” Graham whispered, reaching between them and rubbing his hand over the seam in Calvin’s pants.

  In reply, Calvin popped the button on his pants and lifted up, shoving them down his thighs.

  “Not enough room.” Graham yanked one of Calvin’s pant legs down until his leg was bare, then freed his own erection. He took his cock in hand and stroked himself, even though he was already hard and hot. He lightly traced a circle over Calvin’s hole, and Calvin made a wanton noise, his muscles tensing.

  “I haven’t,” Calvin whispered, his eyes fluttering open to reveal black spots where his colored irises normally were. “Since you.”

  Graham grabbed a bottle of olive oil that was near the stove and used his mouth to unscrew the cap. “I know. Me neither.”

  He poured oil on his cock; it splashed on his legs, on the floor, and he coated himself until he was shiny and slick. He lined himself up with the place he’d called home for the past eleven years and surged inside with one sharp snap of his hips.

  Calvin cursed, his arms coming around Graham’s neck and holding him tight. Graham withdrew and pumped up into him again, lifting Calvin off the counter. This stolen moment was a gift, a feeling he wasn’t sure he’d ever be allowed again, and as Calvin’s tight muscles wrapped around him and squeezed his orgasm toward the surface, Graham found his eyes wet.

  “You,” Calvin panted, digging his fingers into the back of Graham’s head. He buried Graham’s face against his shoulder and leaned in, taking every inch Graham had to give.

  “You,” Graham repeated, his thighs burning with exertion and his balls ready to explode. “Can I come inside of you?”

  “You better.” Calvin tightened his legs, pulling Graham deeper. His orgasm sparked inside of him, a ball of pent up energy that shot out him with an unexpected force. He opened his mouth to cry out and Calvin’s mouth was there, his puffy lips and his thick tongue taking and taking and taking everything Graham gave.

  The intensity of his orgasm waned and his entire body trembled, he reached between their bodies to take Calvin in hand, only to be met with a half-soft cock and a sticky mess. He lifted his hand and shoved his fingers between their mouths. They worked togeth
er, tongues dueling around Graham’s digits to erase the evidence of Calvin’s orgasm.

  Graham took Calvin’s face in his hands and held their foreheads together, their breath mixed and Calvin looked at him with a love he hadn’t seen in ages.

  “We can make this work,” he assured Calvin. “If we can do that, we can do this.”

  Calvin licked his lips, eyes closing. He nodded. “I love you.”

  Graham bit his lips between his teeth. “I know. I love you, Cal.”

  “This was probably terrible of us to do here,” Calvin whispered. Graham’s cock had softened and it slipped free, slapping against his leg with a slick noise that seemed far too loud in the sterile and vast kitchen.

  “I couldn’t help myself,” Graham answered, and Calvin froze, his pants halfway up his legs. “What did I say now?”

  “That.” Calvin finished re-dressing. “It’s just been…I don’t remember the last time we did something like this.”

  Graham laughed and tucked himself into his pants. He grabbed a roll of paper towels from beside the sink and leaned down to mop up the oil he’d spilled on the floor. Calvin slipped off the counter and opened the fridge, sticking to his original plan of finding food for Emory.

  By the time Graham had cleaned the floors and sanitized the counter, Calvin had assembled a plate filled with mismatched leftovers. He opened four drawers before he found the forks, then looked at Graham expectantly.

  “Ready?”

  “Ready.”

  Calvin followed him up the stairs and back into Emory’s room. Emory was sitting as they’d left him, reclined against the bed with an amused look in his eyes. He scanned Calvin and Graham from head to toe, smirking before he patted the bed.

  “Am I to assume the two of you have figured out what to do with some of your excessive baggage?”

  Graham and Calvin resumed their previous seats on the bed, and Emory took the fork from Calvin, shoving it into a pile of chow mein.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You smell like sex,” Emory advised after swallowing his food. “And there’s cum in the dip of your throat.”

  Calvin’s hand shot up, but Emory moved like lightning, leaning in and swiping his tongue across the small hollow between Calvin’s collarbone. Graham’s cock jerked and he adjusted himself.

  “Was that yours or his?” Emory asked, licking his lips and stabbing a wonton with his fork.

  “Mine,” Calvin answered weakly, fingers tracing over the spot where Emory’s mouth had been.

  “I like it.” Emory grinned. He took a bite of wonton and turned his attention to Graham. “Where can I get a taste of you, tiger?”

  “It’s…” he cleared his throat. “Inside of him.”

  Emory’s eyes rolled back and he made a sound that could have been the definition of wanton. He tossed the uneaten half of his wonton onto the plate. “I’m suddenly not hungry for food.”

  Emory passed the plate to Calvin, who held it in his lap.

  “Put the plate away,” Emory suggested, pushing the sheets down to reveal his still hard cock.

  Calvin fumbled and reached to set the plate on one of the nightstands. Emory’s palms flattened against Calvin’s chest and pushed him back against the pillows, his fingers quickly working at the fly of Calvin’s pants.

  Emory pulled them down his legs, smiling up at Calvin. “Don’t think I didn’t notice, by the way.”

  “Notice what?” Calvin choked on the words.

  “That you dressed outside the box for me.” Emory slid his hands up the backs of Calvin’s thighs and pushed his legs apart, exposing the hole Graham had dumped his cum into.

  “God, tiger,” Emory exhaled. “You wrecked him.”

  Emory moved between Calvin’s legs, sticking his ass in the air and lowering his head. He buried his face into the patch of curls at the base of Calvin’s cock and inhaled, dragging his nose to the split of his ass.

  “Is this all right, boss?”

  Calvin managed a nod, and Emory licked Calvin from his hole to his balls. Graham’s cock lurched, and he shoved a hand into his pants to free himself.

  “Tiger,” Emory panted, shooting a look over his shoulder. He arched his back deeper. “This one’s for you. Everything you need is in the drawer.”

  Emory returned his attention to Calvin, his tongue dancing soft swirls over his hole. He lapped up the cum that trickled out and his hips pumped toward the bed.

  Graham wasted no time, tearing open the drawer and pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube. He held the condom in his teeth and popped the lube open, letting it drizzle down Emory’s ass and onto the sheets. He pushed one finger inside, then another, the tight grip of Emory’s channel constricting around him.

  Emory mewled, the sound buried in Calvin’s ass and almost drowned out by the grunts and groans leaving Calvin’s mouth as Emory ate his ass. Graham scissored his fingers apart and Emory ripped his mouth away, shooting a wide-eyed look over his shoulder at Graham.

  “Don’t waste time, tiger.” He turned back to Calvin, his mouth making wet slurping noises that filled the silence of the room.

  Graham pulled his fingers out and lined his body up with Emory’s. He dragged his cock down the split of his slippery ass and waited for Calvin’s eyes to open. He silently asked if this was okay, if Calvin was sure this was the right decision. There was no going back from this.

  “Do it,” Calvin rasped. Emory shoved his tongue into Calvin’s ass and Graham shoved his cock into Emory’s hole. The pump of his hips pushed Emory forward, burying his face deeper into Calvin’s ass.

  Graham smoothed his hands up the pale lines of Emory’s back, fucking him so that every thrust brought the three of them pleasure.

  “More,” Calvin begged, and Emory reached over his head, taking Calvin’s cock in hand and jerking him off while he tongue fucked his asshole.

  Graham reached around and fisted Emory’s cock in his own hand. It was hard and smooth. Smaller than Calvin, but just as hard. Graham worked Emory while he fucked him from behind, driving all of them towards their release.

  Graham came first, his cock filling the condom and pushing against Emory’s pulsing channel. Emory slid his mouth up and swallowed Calvin’s cock to the back of his throat as Graham came, and his release sent Emory over the edge. Emory cried out, fingers hooked around Calvin’s legs so tightly there would probably be bruises, the vibrations of his throat pushing Calvin into his own orgasm. Calvin fisted Emory’s hair and pumped his body upward off the bed. He growled, filling Emory’s mouth and throat.

  Graham withdrew and removed the condom, tying it off and tossing it onto the floor. Rolling onto his back, he reached for Emory, a sweaty hand rubbing small circles on his back. Calvin’s cock slipped out of Emory’s mouth and Emory rested his head on Calvin’s thigh with a sated sigh.

  The next thing Graham knew, it was morning.

  Fifteen

  Emory

  “Please don’t think you need to stay,” Emory grumbled, rolling over and burying his face into a furry chest. It smelled like it might be Graham, but there were hints of Calvin mixed in and Emory couldn’t be sure.

  “He likes to make breakfast,” Calvin answered.

  It was Calvin, who was apparently just drowned out by Graham’s smell.

  “Especially when he doesn’t have to work early.” Calvin yawned and rolled onto his side, trailing light fingers over Emory’s mussed hair. “You’re not a natural brunet.”

  “What gave it away? The pale skin? The blue eyes?”

  “The nearly white pubes, if you must know.” Calvin smiled and closed his eyes, continuing to drag his fingers through Emory’s hair.

  Another hand glided over his side, rougher fingers, and Graham pressed in against his other side.

  “How do you like your eggs?” Graham sat up and stretched.

  “Unfertilized,” Emory answered, a dull look in his eyes, before a grin tipped at the edges of his mouth. “I’ve always hated I can
’t use that line.”

  “Scrambled, then,” Graham offered with a laugh.

  “That’s perfect.”

  Graham stood and stretched again, the thick hair on his thighs dark against his skin. There were wrinkles from the sheets against his stomach and arms, and he looked as close to a god as Emory had ever imagined. Tall, strong, broad…eager.

  “Come down when you’re decent,” he said, shoving his legs into his jeans, sans underwear, and sauntering out of the bedroom.

  “He’s like a completely different man,” Emory mused, rolling over and tucking in against Calvin again.

  “He is,” Calvin agreed. “That’s the man I fell in love with.”

  “What happened with the two of you?” Emory stretched, tickling his toes down Calvin’s calves.

  “I’m sure if you ask us both, you’ll get different answers.”

  “I want your answer.”

  “I’m not always sure, to be honest. I want to say we grew apart, but we’ve never stopped loving each other. It was like somewhere we became friends who were husbands instead of husbands who were friends.” Calvin scrunched his nose.

  “That makes sense. My mom, I don’t think she liked being my dad’s wife. I don’t see how anyone could like being anything to him, I mean. But I think she hated it the most. She obviously did, that’s why she left, and I’m rambling, so.” Emory snapped his mouth closed.

  “You can talk to me.” Calvin tipped Emory’s chin up. “To us.”

  “I don’t like to think about him.”

  “Well.” Calvin sat up, taking Emory with him. “If you ever do. And you want to. You can.”

  Emory threw a leg over Calvin and straddled him. He pressed a chaste kiss against his mouth.

  “I know,” Emory assured him.

  Calvin’s hands settled on his hips and Calvin pushed up off the bed, his morning erection pressing against Emory’s stomach.