Full Mountie

by Ainsley Booth

Even though Ottawa is suffering through an end-of-July heat wave, inside the hockey arena it’s positively chilly, and the hat is appreciated.

  It’s a beaver, just like Ellie’s and Violet’s hats.

  But my beaver is holding two…sticks.

  Sure, let’s call them sticks.

  I’m only wearing this hat for hockey, and only because we’re carefully under RCMP guard that ensures nobody will ever take a picture of it.

  Except Ellie, who’s got her phone out.

  “Am I blushing?” I mutter to Violet.

  “Yes,” she says, making a wincing face. “Okay, I think my uterus has officially run out of space.”

  Ellie swivels towards her with the phone and Violet winks at me.

  I’m glad I got her an extra-awesome baby present. She deserves it. They’ve both been really awesome about welcoming me to their Frisky Beavers club.

  And since Sasha has been in Greece on a research trip, I’ve avoided having to answer any nosy questions about sex.

  Ellie’s phone vibrates while she’s trying to take a video of Violet’s belly. Speak of the devil… “Sasha!” she says as she stands up, the phone pressed to her ear. “Are you here?”

  She waves her hand in the air as a polished blonde head bobs into view beside the player’s bench on our side.

  Sasha climbs up to us. She looks suspiciously tan for someone who was on a research trip. She squees over Violet’s belly first, then hugs Ellie, and finally me.

  Then she stops, her hands on my shoulders, and she does a slow scan up to my hat. “Wait a second,” she says, and I hate how smart she is.

  There’s no need to explain my relationship to her. Sasha figures it out from the hat.

  “You’re a Frisky Beaver now too, eh?” Her eyes light up. “Two players? You dirty, dirty girl. Lachlan and… Hugh?”

  I don’t even get a chance to answer before she plops onto the bench beside me and claps her hands together. “I want to know everything.”

  “No.”

  “But—”

  “I love you, but no.”

  She’s undeterred. “I brought ouzo back from Greece.”

  I giggle at the reminder that Lachlan hates liquorice. “That would make it hard for me to kiss—” I groan as she cackles and rubs her hands together.

  “Excellent. Keep going. I’m in such a dry spell lately, I need to live vicariously.”

  “No. Tell us about your research trip. Was it on a beach?”

  It turns out it was, and her tan is a justified fringe benefit of learning about micro businesses that pop up in depressed economies.

  And by the time she’s done filling us in, the game is over and there are sweaty men to kiss.

  Sasha watches me kiss Hugh, then tips her head to the side. “Are you the one that doesn’t like liquorice?”

  He howls and points at Lachlan. “Nah. That’s all him.”

  “Good.” She nods at him. “I brought back some ouzo. We can celebrate you making my friend happy with some shots at brunch.”

  He throws his arm around her and kisses her cheek. “We’re going to be best friends, aren’t we?”

  That makes Corinne and Max guffaw, and Lachlan growls something that I miss, so Hugh kisses him, too. It’s a quick peck, but it still makes my heart skip a beat, because it feels so right.

  “And now back to our place,” Ellie announces. “We have parents-to-be to toast.”

  “With ouzo!” Sasha and Hugh cheer at the same time.

  We do toast them with ouzo, as well as champagne and some rye that won the world’s best whiskey competition last year.

  By mid-afternoon, everyone is pretty giggly, even the mom-to-be who has been indulging in chocolate covered strawberries instead of champagne.

  Violet and Max are surrounded by a sea of pastel tissue paper and at least three gifts from each person in attendance.

  Just as Max starts to muse about loading up the back of their vehicle, the catering staff sweep in and do that for him.

  Ellie winks at me. That was my idea, and it’s a good one.

  “To the shower planning committee.” Max raises his glass. “Excellent job. And I’m sure Lachlan’s thrilled at the lack of dildos.”

  Beside me, Lachlan snorts. “This way we could take pictures.”

  Max winks. “Right. Speaking of dildos…” He smiles indulgently at Violet and I try hard not to blush. “I’ve decided to—temporarily—close my basement dungeon. Well, it’s permanently closing in my basement. But I’ve decided to look for a safe and secure separate location. So while we’re naming our baby, maybe you could all put your heads together and think of a good name for a private sex club. Because as my gift to you all today…I’m extending lifetime memberships. If you’d like, of course.”

  My mouth drops open, then I look at Lachlan. “Yeah?”

  Oh, yeah.

  I can’t wait.

  55

  Hugh

  August

  I blame the continued heat wave for my genius idea go dancing. Lachlan immediately frowns when I stop by his office to suggest it, which just turns me on.

  I’m incorrigible.

  And because he secretly wants to go out, by the end of the day he’s got the name of a club Oliver recommends.

  When we get home that night, we find Beth in the bedroom, talking to Sasha on her iPad. Beth is wearing leather leggings and a lace bra. I approve, but I’m guessing that’s not her complete outfit.

  I lean against the doorway to the bedroom and watch as she tears into the closet. She’s taken over most of it. Lachlan’s moved most of his clothes upstairs to the smallest, previously empty bedroom. Mine are slowly migrating here as well.

  We haven’t formally talked about moving in together, but it’s happening in an organic way.

  Case in point: Beth is so comfortable here that the bedroom looks like a bomb’s gone off in it.

  She holds up a bright blue shirt and Sasha shakes her head. “What about a skirt and boots?”

  “You’re showing your age, Sasha,” Beth groans. “There is no way I’m wearing a mini skirt. I don’t even own one.”

  “Do you want me to bring you some clothes?”

  Beth glances over at me and flashes a quick smile. “No, they’re already home. It’s time to go. This is fine. I feel good in these leggings.”

  She pulls out a slinky red top and holds it against her body. “Hot?”

  Hell yes, I want to say, but I won’t interrupt. I do catch her eye as she spins, though. Hot, I mouth. She grins.

  But apparently Sasha disagrees. “Yeah, it’s sexy, but it’s also literally hot. And then sweaty.”

  I laugh out loud and Sasha peers around. “Is that a man?”

  Beth grins. “That’s Hugh.”

  I walk into the camera view. “Sweaty? Gay men have never been known to like sweat.”

  Lachlan saunters in and joins us on screen. “Sweat? Yeah, we like that. Reminds us of sex.”

  Beth laughs and throws the red shirt at me. “I might still wear a dress. Okay, Sash, we’re going. You can meet us there later if you finish your work.”

  “Later!” And the screen goes dark.

  Beth puts her hands on her hips. “Leggings? Or a dress?”

  Lachlan shrugs. “Up to you. We like dresses. Reminds us of sex, too.”

  He has a point. “You can wear whatever you want, beautiful.”

  “I need more warning next time,” she says, her voice shaking as she grabs a black dress off her bed and tugs it over her head. Once she smooths it over her hips, she reaches under and pulls off the leggings. “I fail at being cool.” She grabs a pair of boots from the floor and shoves them at Lachlan’s chest as she stops in front of us. “Plus we have to clean this disaster up before we go, because when we get back, I want sex. Lots of sex.”

  We exchange an amused look over her head. “Yeah,” Lachlan says. “We’re good with this plan.”

  “Okay.” She bounces on her toes. “I am ex
cited. This is an awesome idea. It’s just kind of sudden. I wasn’t expecting this.” She reaches for Lachlan’s hand and squeezes his fingers.

  “Oliver wouldn’t have suggested this place if it wasn’t safe for us to cut loose.” Lachlan lifts her fingers to his mouth and kisses her hand gently. “And Hugh’s obviously not straight, so he’ll be popular with the cool kids.”

  I howl in mock outrage. “Although that’s true. I can’t play it straight like you can.”

  “This is just my natural uptight Gaelic nature,” he says gruffly. “I’m not playing at anything.”

  I wink at him. “You’re right. I help you put the gay in Gaelic.”

  “I don’t need any help with that,” he says stiffly, proving my point.

  Beth rubs up against him. “You can both help me put the gay in something tonight.”

  I grab her wrist and spin her around, until she’s wrapped in my arms and I can move against her, slinky hips to curvy bottom. “Like you?”

  “Is that gay? I think not.”

  “It’s not straight. Not the way I want to do it.” I lick the curve of her ear. I’m fucking pumped to go dancing tonight. And to bring them home again. “I want us both inside you tonight. After dancing. Would you like that again? Lachlan in your ass, me in your pussy? Our cocks sliding back and forth against each other as we pump into you?”

  “Maybe.” She licks her lips. “Or…you could fuck Lachlan. It’s been a while.”

  That’s definitely gay. And hot. I want that, too.

  “That’s up to him,” I say roughly.

  He turns away, but I don’t miss the hitch in his step. “I thought we were going dancing,” he tosses back over his shoulder.

  I look at Beth. Her gaze, like mine just was, is locked on his high, tight ass. And she’s grinning like a Cheshire Cat. She didn’t miss his reaction, either.

  “You’ll get your wish,” I whisper to her. “And then we’ll get you between us. The best of both worlds.”

  Instead of answering, she spins around in my arms and kisses me, eager and horny.

  Through the front door window, there’s a flash that interrupts us. Headlights sweep across the front of the house. Our taxi has arrived.

  I squeeze her tight. Tonight’s going to be something else.

  The bouncer loves Beth. He takes one look at her, then at us, and gives her a you go girl high-five. So the attitude is great. Not sure about their security standards, but that’s what she’s got us for.

  Lachlan clears his throat. “Ross. My name should be on the list, party of three.”

  “Oh honey, it’s all good. You could come here any night and get to the front of the line. Come on in.” He pulls the door open and we head inside.

  It’s packed, which explains the line stretched down the block.

  Excellent pick, Oliver. There’s anonymity in crowds. And the music is great.

  “Shall we get a drink?” I say, pointing toward the bar. “It might take a few minutes to get to the front of the pack.”

  Beth nods, and she’s already dancing.

  This was a good call. It’ll be fun for Lachlan, but I think maybe she’s the one who needs it most of all.

  As for me, I’ve got them together. That’s all I wanted. I’m a happy boy now.

  By the time we get to the edge of the long bar, Lachlan’s been eye-fucked three times and Beth is giggly over how it’s affecting him.

  “You’re not jealous?” I murmur against her ear as the DJ slides between songs.

  She shakes her head. “He only has eyes for us. It’s all good. And he’s blushing. He didn’t blush when he helped rescue someone from nipple clamps at the play party.”

  Because that was service, and familiar. This is a stretch for him, even on his own, and we’re making it that much more complicated and personal with the three of us being here together.

  We need drinks, stat.

  Beth bumps into the woman next to her, and swiftly apologizes. And somehow ends up making a new friend. “I’m Beth,” she says sweetly. “And this is Lachlan. That’s Hugh.”

  The other woman waves and introduces her girlfriend, but I don’t catch their names as the music gets louder.

  It doesn’t matter, shots have arrived, and we tip them back.

  “You three are adorable together,” the lesbian on the right shouts. “Alpha male book ends.” And Beth gets another you go girl high five.

  Lachlan winks at them and tips back his shot. Then he kisses me, takes Beth’s hand, and heads for the dance floor.

  Our boy likes to dance after all. And we’ve got all night.

  56

  Beth

  We tumble in the door just after three in the morning. We’re sticky, and sweaty, and so turned on it hurts.

  And I’m not tired in the least.

  I start to unbutton Hugh’s shirt because he’s taking too damn long. He laughs and tries to help me, but I shoo him away. “Let me,” I breathe. I bare his chest, and step back to admire him. “So hot.”

  He flexes for me, and I whimper.

  “Shower?”

  He shakes his head. “We’ve got big plans for you tonight, remember? Better to shower afterwards.”

  I shiver. “Right.”

  He goes to the dresser and pulls out a brown paper bag that he’s put a bow on. “Present time.”

  Lachlan chuckles and sets his hands on my hips, bracketing me from behind as I reach for the dirty gift. The bag is surprisingly heavy for the size. “You’re going to condition her to get wet every time she sees a ribbon.”

  Hugh’s eyes light up. “That’s genius. I’ll increase the frequency of the presents.”

  My thighs ache at the thought—in a good way. I open the bag and pull out a large tub of lube. And there’s nothing classy about it, either. Anal Lube! Extra Slick! it advertises. It’s even got a pump top built in.

  My cheeks must be scarlet. Lachlan brushes his lips over my flaming skin. “Still so sweet and vanilla at times, our Beth.”

  “This one is silicone,” Hugh says. “I’ve been wanting to try it for a while. Tonight seemed like a good opportunity to give it a whirl.”

  Whirl. I can only imagine.

  And when I do, I get pretty slick all on my own.

  Lachlan pulls all the blankets and pillows off the bed as Hugh closes in on me, a wolfish predator on the prowl. He strips me down, then boosts me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist before he carries me to the bed’s edge.

  “Tonight is all about you,” he says roughly as we tumble onto the mattress.

  Lachlan joins us, crowding against me from the other side. Hugh cups my face, then turns me away from him, towards Lachlan. Presenting me to our lover for a kiss.

  Our tongues tangle in a hot, wet slide as Hugh kisses the back of my neck and across my shoulder. He reaches around and cups my breasts, then eases me back so Lachlan can work down my body.

  My nipples ache for his mouth, and when he moves from one to the other, I whimper at the loss. Before I can say I want his fingers there, Hugh’s shifting out from behind me. I fall gently onto my back, arms flailing wide, and Hugh covers the peak that Lachlan just left.

  Together they lick and pull and suck at my breasts until I’m writhing between them. Hugh breaks away long enough to grab the lube, then he returns his mouth to my chest. Blindly, he pumps some lube into his hand, then spreads that slickness into mine.

  I reach for their cocks, and the lube really is extra something. Hugh goes back for more, and then he’s sliding lube through my labia. I hardly need that, but as he strokes my folds, it feels…different. Like this lube might last a while. Like he has plans to fuck me until dawn, to take his time and keep me on the edge.

  “Are you going to take turns inside me?” I’m all breathless. It would be embarrassing if, as I asked that, their cocks didn’t flex together as if they share a dirty brain.

  “Now we are,” Lachlan says, kissing me hard. He rolls me towards Hugh, so I’m on
my side, and I kiss the instigator of all this slippery fun.

  Lachlan lifts my top thigh and nudges his erection up against my entrance. “Me first.”

  Heat flares through me. Okay. The first thrust is so slick, it’s almost too much. I gasp at the unforgiving stretch, but as he rocks all the way into me, it feels too good to not beg for him more. “Again.”

  His hand tightens on my hip and he pumps his hips, three more ruthless thrusts before he slides out.

  Oh, God. That’s cruel. I practically crawl onto Hugh, pulling him inside me to replace that empty ache. He’s thicker than Lachlan, so I get another squirmy press of male flesh inside me. Taking up space and laying down a claim.

  Theirs.

  Forever.

  He takes his time, pressing in, then out. Grinding against my clit at the bottom of each thrust, and teasing my entrance when he pulls back.

  Then it’s Lachlan’s turn again.

  Then Hugh.

  I’m dizzy by the time Lachlan bottoms out in my pussy again, and when I reach for Hugh, Lachlan is still inside me.

  “Easy there,” he whispers in my ear. “One at a time.”

  Hugh throbs in my hand. Then he takes his place inside me, and when he’s balls deep, he leans in and kisses me. Hard, demanding, and turned on. “Feels so good, rubbing up against Lachlan. Jockeying for position inside our woman. Sharing you like this. We’re going to do this all night.”

  I whimper, and he eases out. We keep kissing as Lachlan takes me again.

  Then Hugh again.

  I’m shaking and so wet for them. I don’t need lube at all, but it doesn’t stop Hugh from reaching for the tub.

  More lube.

  More fucking.

  In.

  Out.

  Lachlan.

  Hugh.

  And then Lachlan again, and Hugh doesn’t get all the way gone.

  My eyes go wide.

  Lachlan’s rubbing the crown of his erection against the bottom of Hugh’s cock. And Hugh is still halfway inside me.

  I try to roll my hips, but I’m trapped between them.

  “You want that, beautiful?” His eyes are glazed over. I bet mine are, too. Lust hangs heavy in the air as he reaches between my legs and—