by Mari Carr
TJ had been grateful for the reprieve, for the extra time to gather his thoughts. Telling Doug he wanted him and actually doing the deed were worlds apart. He’d been too shaken by his dad’s car accident, and too rattled by Doug’s willingness, to start anything last night. Plus, Rosalia had been a virgin. Taking her so soon again after her first time would only have hurt her physically.
So they’d slept—him fitfully—then gotten up and found a nearby campsite to take refuge in until the next storm appeared on the horizon.
Justin and Eric had just retired to their pop-up camper, neither of them remarking about the fact he and Doug hadn’t set up their tent. The confrontation during the storm had given them away, and the shift in their relationship status with Rosalia had been noticed.
Rosalia placed her hand on his back as he stood staring at the wet ashes.
“You coming in?”
He turned to face her, not liking the hesitance in her tone. She was clearly afraid he was pulling away, and that was a fear he hadn’t meant to put there.
“Of course I am, Rosalia. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
She gave him a smile, but he wouldn’t call it a happy one. “Do you think you’ll tell me your secrets one day?”
TJ drew in a deep breath. “I don’t have anything worth telling.”
She tilted her head. “I don’t believe that.”
“What’s the holdup?” Doug stood in the doorway of the RV.
“Patience isn’t his strong suit,” TJ muttered, happy when Rosalia laughed. This time, there was joy.
“I’m not going to lie. I’m feeling impatient, too.”
He chuckled as she wrapped his arm around her shoulders, the two of them walking to the RV together. TJ shared their excitement, their anticipation, but his was tempered by a fair amount of anxiety.
He’d never given his heart to another. Not once in his entire life.
And now, in less than a couple of months, he’d lost it to not one, but two people. The realization terrified him as much as it thrilled him.
This was easier for Rosalia and Doug. They hadn’t been beaten down by life. They’d grown up surrounded by love and support. TJ knew all too well how tenuous happiness could be. How good fortune could flip on a dime.
Rosalia took Doug’s hand as she climbed the three steps into the RV. Then she turned to look at him, the frown line reappearing between her eyebrows. He’d given something away with his face.
“TJ?”
He pushed the dark thoughts, the irrational fears away. There was no place for them here. For tonight—and as long as it lasted—he was going to adopt the optimism of his lovers. Live in this moment and pray that it dragged on for weeks, months, years. Forever.
TJ felt the spark of a dream, the small flash of a plan for the future.
He’d never let those desires catch flame and burn…until now.
He smiled as he climbed the stairs. Doug and Rosalia laughed when he walked right by them, waving his hand toward the bedroom to indicate they should follow.
“And he calls me impatient,” Doug mumbled, saying it loud enough for TJ to hear.
TJ was about to show them just how impatient he could be. He walked to the side of the bed, shrugging off his T-shirt on the way. He had his jeans unbuttoned and the zipper halfway down before Doug and Rosalia even got into the room.
Rosalia’s eyes widened with obvious delight.
He nodded his head at her as he stripped off his jeans and briefs. “Get undressed. Both of you.”
Doug crossed his arms. “Alpha much?”
“Takes one to know one.”
Doug didn’t bother to deny that. Instead, he tugged his shirt off as well.
Rosalia stood in the doorway of the bedroom and watched them, making no move to shed any of her own clothing.
“Pretty sure TJ’s not going to repeat himself, Rosie,” Doug said, giving her a gentle reminder of what they wanted.
Her cheeks flushed. TJ longed for, as much as he dreaded, the day when she became so accustomed to them that she stopped blushing.
She slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. While she’d shed some of her shyness last night, that had only come when she was out of her mind with arousal.
Today, the timidity had returned.
TJ stood facing her, his arms crossed. His cock was thick and erect. He made sure she had a bird’s-eye view. A quick glimpse across the bed proved Doug was in the exact same state, his dick rock-hard and ready to roll.
TJ licked his lips as he looked at it, then he glanced up. Doug was watching him. So was Rosalia. She’d stopped undressing, far too interested in the silent interplay between him and Doug.
“Not happy about your lack of focus, Rosalia.” TJ took the three steps necessary to reach her. He finished unbuttoning her blouse, then made short work of her jeans, panties and bra.
She tried to hide herself, one arm covering her breasts as the other hand shielded her pussy.
TJ narrowed his eyes. “It’s not going to work this way, darlin’.”
He grasped her wrists, pulling them away from her body. Rosalia struggled to break free of his grip for just a moment before stilling.
“TJ,” she whispered, clearly uncomfortable under his intense scrutiny. He didn’t release her.
“You’re beautiful, Rosalia. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
Doug sat on the end of the bed and ran his hand along her side, prompting a shiver. “You don’t have to hide anything from us.”
“But,” TJ said, “you do need to listen to us.”
He used his grip to pull her toward the bed. Doug followed his intent, helping him to place her facedown over the edge of the mattress before resting his hand on her upper back.
“What are you—”
That was all she got out before TJ placed a quick slap to one cheek of her bare ass. It was nothing more than a tap. He treated the other cheek to the same.
Rosalia didn’t even try to push herself up from the bed, even though he knew he’d taken her by surprise.
“Rosie,” Doug said, leaning down to her.
She sighed contentedly. “I’ve read about sensual spankings before, and last night…when TJ…well… I always wondered…”
“Wondered what?” Doug prompted.
“If they would turn me on as much in real life as they do in fiction. FYI, they totally do.”
TJ chuckled and then, because he couldn’t resist, he slid his fingers along her slit. Sure enough, she hadn’t lied. She was wet and warm. He took advantage of it, slipping one finger inside her.
Her legs parted, an invitation for more. He accepted, adding another finger to the first, thrusting them in and out several times as her breathing accelerated.
TJ had just withdrawn them when Doug took his turn. He added his own smacks to her ass. He peppered her with six or seven as she squirmed and gasped.
“God, yes,” she hissed. “Please.”
Doug lifted her until her knees propped her hips and ass higher, her upper body still resting on the bed.
He stood and bent over, running his tongue along her, from clit to anus.
“God!” she cried. “Doug.”
Doug fucked her with his tongue, pressing it in and out as she white-knuckled the bedspread.
TJ watched, mesmerized by the sight of his lovers taking and giving each other pleasure.
Rosalia slid forward on the bed when the pleasure grew too much. Doug growled as she pulled away, clearly intent on grabbing her back.
TJ moved faster. He reached out and gripped the back of Doug’s head, turning his face toward him. Before Doug could react, he covered his best friend’s lips with his own, hungrily, almost angrily.
So many wasted years.
TJ had thought about this kiss since they were boys, always with guilt and fear. His father, the world’s biggest homophobe, managed to tell him daily how wrong this was. How unnatural.
Thorn was a blind fool.
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nbsp; Doug’s hands gripped his waist, his fingers digging in, holding him there even though TJ’s clenched fist in his hair should’ve told him he wasn’t letting him go anytime soon.
He plunged his tongue into Doug’s mouth, drinking up his breath, his flavor. They parted briefly.
“You taste like our woman.”
Doug was breathing heavily, the mention of Rosalia distracting him before they could resume the kiss.
She had flipped over onto her back, watching them. Her fingers had drifted to her clit and she was touching herself.
“Was that your first kiss?” she whispered.
Doug nodded. TJ, meanwhile, struggled to figure out what to do next. He wanted it all. Now.
Wanted to kiss Doug again. Wanted to climb over Rosalia’s body and fuck her like a man possessed. Wanted to drive his cock into Doug’s virgin ass.
And then he wanted to do it all again and again.
Forever.
The word kept slipping into his thoughts unbidden, burrowing deeper, putting down strong, impenetrable roots.
While her cheeks were flushed, it was clear that this color wasn’t driven by shyness. She was aroused, ready. “I’m glad I got to see it.”
Doug knelt on the bed, reaching down. She took his hand, let him pull her to a sitting position. He and Doug sat next her, flanking her.
Doug kissed her, taking her lips gently, almost reverently. When he released her, TJ was there to take his place. He jerked slightly when Rosalia, the mischievous minx, nipped his lower lip.
When they parted, Doug gripped the back of TJ’s head, initiating their second kiss. There was more force behind this kiss than the ones he shared with Rosalia. TJ felt the need to offer her softness, adoration. The same didn’t hold true for Doug. With him, it was primal. Animalistic.
They spent the better part of fifteen minutes in this tag-team style kissing. TJ started to suspect Doug and Rosalia would be happy to continue the same all night. He wasn’t that patient.
He pulled away, pressing Rosalia to her back.
“Wait there,” he said to his lovers. “I need to get something.”
He returned to the front of the RV, grabbing his backpack. He’d made an excuse earlier to slip away to the store, where he’d invested in a big tube of lubrication.
When he entered the bedroom, he saw that Doug had shifted, caging Rosalia underneath him as they kissed. Doug’s cock rested along her slit and Rosalia had her legs wrapped around his waist.
TJ took a moment to enjoy the view. This was exactly how he wanted them.
Reaching down to his jeans, he pulled a condom out of his pants, then knelt behind Doug on the mattress.
Doug started to shift to the side, but TJ placed a firm hand on his hip. “Stay there.”
Doug looked over his shoulder, a slight grin painting his face when he spotted what TJ had gone to retrieve.
“Thought you needed shaving cream.”
He snorted at Doug’s sardonic tone. “Got some of that, too.”
Doug blew out a long breath. “You’re not always going to be the top, Third.”
TJ lifted one shoulder. “Didn’t think I would. But tonight…”
Doug, the eternal clown, knew how it was going down tonight. “Be gentle with me.”
Rosalia giggled, the sound cut off when Doug’s focus returned to her. “You think that’s funny?”
She shook her head. “I think this is surreal, amazing, the best night of my life.”
“Thought that was last night.”
“It gets better every night.”
Doug kissed her, as he tilted his hips just enough to drag his cock to her entrance. He slid in to the hilt with one fluid motion, provoking a sexy moan from their girl.
Once he was buried deep, he held the position for just a moment before coming back on his knees, dragging Rosalia with him. Rosalia peered at TJ over Doug’s shoulder, winking at him.
Doug shook his head. “I saw that.”
Stealing one more kiss, he broke away from Rosalia’s lips just long enough to say, “Your turn,” to TJ.
TJ uncapped the lubrication, pressing the tip of the nozzle to Doug’s ass and squeezing a generous dollop inside.
Doug shivered. “Shit. That’s cold.”
“Give it a second.” TJ pressed the tip of his finger in Doug’s anus, prompting another shudder. Slowly, he slid his index in, adding a bit more lube on each return.
“Jesus,” Doug murmured.
Glancing down, TJ saw Rosalia’s hands wrapped around Doug’s cock, giving him a hand job as TJ worked his ass.
“Good girl.” TJ threw his own wink back at her when she grinned.
“He likes what you’re doing,” Rosalia whispered.
Doug groaned when TJ pushed a second finger in next to the first. “The two of you are going to kill me.”
For several minutes, TJ worked to stretch Doug’s ass, adding more lube and another finger. When he had three sliding in deep and easy, he withdrew and reached for a condom.
Doug gripped one of Rosalia’s hips. “Flip over, beauty, and raise that pretty ass up.”
Rosalia lost no time assuming the position, pressing back toward Doug until she’d taken his cock back inside. TJ couldn’t see from his vantage point, but he sure could hear. They may have only had one night together so far, but he was already familiar with their sounds—the squeaks and sighs—that told him what was going on.
“TJ’s going to fuck both of us,” Doug murmured, his hands planted flat on the mattress.
Rosalia’s face rested against the pillow and she sighed the words, “Oh God,” when Doug ran his tongue along her spine.
Once he’d lubed up the condom, TJ took a steadying breath. He was struggling to keep hold of his own thoughts and feelings, too wrapped up in watching Doug and Rosalia. He’d been here just over a month and yet, these two people had taken over his world. He’d gone from nothing to everything in the blink of an eye.
That little voice in the back of his head that told him this couldn’t last was growing fainter.
He placed the head of his dick at Doug’s anus and blew out an unsteady breath. He wanted this—Jesus, he needed this—but that didn’t mean he wasn’t scared. He’d had too many years to think about what it would be like to be with Doug, too many nights of shutting out his dad’s voice telling him two men fucking was unnatural, that they should be locked away from polite society.
God. It suddenly occurred to him that was the fucking voice that had always been there.
It was his dad’s. Constantly telling him that life was shit, that there was no point in trying too hard because it would just sucker punch him in the gut when he least expected it. TJ didn’t doubt that was what his father believed. Because he’d lost the love of his life to cancer when she was just thirty-three years old.
TJ didn’t want that. Didn’t want to die bitter, angry…alone.
He wasn’t alone now.
He pushed the head of his cock inside, then waited.
The muscles in Doug’s shoulders bunched. “Fucking tight,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Okay?”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
TJ grimaced, resisting his own body’s instincts that clamored to take, to claim, to fuck. He had to go slowly, had to give Doug time. He pressed in another inch. Then another. It was a game of degrees, something that couldn’t be rushed.
He didn’t manage to suck in a lungful of air until he was there, fully lodged. Inside. Doug. He tried to wrap his head around the sensations. It was tight and slick and, fuck, heaven. How could anyone anywhere believe this was wrong?
TJ noticed how tightly he was gripping Doug’s hips and forced himself to loosen his hold. “Sorry,” he muttered.
Doug obviously hadn’t noticed his hands, all his focus otherwise engaged. “You gotta start moving, man. I’m dying here.”
Rosalia wiggled her ass in silent agreement.
His lovers.
His.
TJ tightened his grip again and gave into his own desires. Because he realized these two amazing, incredible, intelligent people wanted the same. He wasn’t sure he deserved them…yet. But he was damn well going to make sure he got there.
He withdrew until only the head of his dick remained, then he thrust back in—with speed and strength. His motion propelled Doug forward, deeper into Rosalia, who gasped.
It became a battle of wills as the three of them fought to stave off their orgasms. None of them wanted it to end. When TJ felt himself getting close, he slowed the movement and made his thrusts shallower until he regained control.
Rosalia wasn’t bothering with patience. She stroked her own clit, her first orgasm coming within minutes. TJ stilled as she cried out her pleasure.
Doug’s body stiffened and he cursed. “Fucking hell, Rosie. So good. Killing me, baby.” Somehow, he managed to ward off his own climax, probably because TJ had stopped moving. He didn’t intend to give him that option the next time.
Rosalia took only a few seconds to recover once TJ started moving in Doug’s ass again. The two of them picked up a rhythm, Rosalia pushing back as he pressed forward. Doug was trapped in between, and from his constant groans and moans and shudders, TJ was pretty damn sure he wasn’t suffering from the placement.
The thought prompted a grin. Then he considered himself in Doug’s place.
It was the wrong thing to do. His balls tightened, and he knew no force of nature was holding off this climax.
“Touch her clit, Doug. Make our girl come again. I can’t—”
He didn’t finish his words, didn’t have to. Doug had Rosalia back at the precipice within seconds and the three of them unleashed on each other, moving together in a flurry of force and speed. It was clearly physics and chemistry at play. Rosalia could explain the science to them later.
“God. Yes!” TJ closed his eyes, his body racked with a pleasure so intense, it almost hurt. He came roughly, filling the condom, bottomed out in Doug’s ass.
He lost track of Doug and Rosalia’s responses, too blinded by his own bliss.
It was several minutes before he could find his way out of the white noise, clear the gray haze enough to see them again.
