by Webster, K
And then I’m coming.
I start to pull out, but Vale tightens her grip on my thighs, deep throating me. I drain my release down her throat as Vaughn pulls out of me suddenly. Heat spurts against my ass as he comes. I wish I could see his face right now. Fuck, these two people are going to kill me.
With a grunt, I pull out of her mouth and admire her. Slobber runs down her chin and her hair is a wild mess. Her green eyes glimmer with appreciation for me and pride that she could bring me to orgasm. I caress her cheek lovingly.
“Thank you.”
She rises and kisses me. “You’re welcome. Now hurry and recover because it’s my turn to get fucked.”
I look over my shoulder at Vaughn and he laughs. “You’re young,” he says with a wickedly delicious glint in his eyes. “You’ll be hard and ready to fuck long before I am. I’m going to grab a shower. I’d like to hear her screams as I wash my dick.”
We laugh at him as he saunters off, his muscled ass flexing. My dick flinches back to life. I wrap my arms around her and lay us down on the bed. We kiss and tease while the shower runs. My fingers slide between her thighs where I find her dripping with arousal. With my tongue dancing with hers, I rub against her clit until she’s clawing at me, screaming out her orgasm.
Vaughn hoots from the shower, making us both laugh. Then, we grow serious when I spread her thighs apart and sink deep inside her tight cunt.
“God, you feel amazing,” I whisper, peppering kisses all over her pretty face.
“You feel pretty awesome yourself.” She grins at me, her lashes fluttering.
“Awesome, huh?”
“Sooo awesome.”
I thrust into her slowly and our smiles fade. Our eyes remain locked as I make love to her. It’s not frantic or rushed. Reverently, I run my palm over her tit and squeeze it. She closes her eyes and the walls of her pussy clench. I let out a groan and kiss her mouth. Her fingers stroke through my hair and I devour all her sweet sighs. When her soft breaths become loud moans, I fuck her a little harder.
The bed sinks down beside us and I lock eyes with Vaughn’s burning stare as he lies on his side, watching us. He fists his cock as he watches me fuck her. She and I both turn to watch the way he jerks at his dick. They kiss and it sends me over the edge. My hips piston into her wildly until I’m coming. I don’t hear her coming yet, so I furiously rub at her clit until she cries out, clamping hard around my dick. Vaughn’s breath hitches and then he groans. His cum jets out and shoots against our sides.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I fall against Vale’s tits. I bury my face in her hair and inhale her. “Your pussy is so perfect.”
She giggles and I can feel my cum run out of her from the movement. Sliding out of her, I sit up on my knees. Vaughn hands me his still wet towel. I clean her up and then my dick before settling between them on the bed. Vaughn’s hard body curls around mine from behind as I pull Vale’s curvy, soft one to me. I love the way they sandwich me in. Like I fit right here. Like I’m supposed to between them.
This feels right.
“You know where you belong,” Vaughn murmurs, his voice husky.
“With us,” Vale says.
I close my eyes and allow my body to finally relax. “This feels right.”
“It is right,” the both say at once.
It is right.
Three months later…
I’m too tired to pay attention to Easton’s sermon and I find my mind drifting to Vale and Vaughn. I’d invited them to church with me today since Stephanie begged me to go, but Vaughn had some papers to grade and Vale wasn’t feeling well. I left them with the promise I’d bring her back some chicken noodle soup and that I’d help him when I returned.
My heart warms at thinking about the past few months. I’d hit a hiccup in our relationship when I’d nearly let my self-doubt destroy us. But they convinced me to stay and I haven’t looked back since.
I stifle a yawn and Stephanie swats at me. I shrug and bite back a smile. Anthony snorts at us, earning annoyed stares from others in the congregation. He and I will catch hell for this after church. My brother winks at me. I think he likes getting in trouble with his woman.
Easton prattles on and eventually the service is over. While people are hugging and chatting, I slip out of the church and step into the hallway. I pull out my phone and text Vale.
Me: Chicken noodle soup or broccoli cheddar? Ask Vaughn if he wants anything. I’m about to leave here.
Her response is immediate.
Vale: We need to talk. Come home right after.
Unease slithers down my spine. She’d seemed off this morning. Sort of grumpy, but I’d chalked it up to being sick.
Me: Sure, babe.
When she doesn’t respond, my nerves eat me alive. I text Vaughn instead.
Me: Everything okay?
The dots move and then stop. Move and then stop.
Vaughn: Are you on your way here?
I scrub my palm down over my face. When Easton steps into the hallway and sees me, his brows furl and he excuses himself from whomever he was speaking to.
“Hey, Aiden, want to meet me in my office?” he asks, concern in his voice.
Nodding, I follow after him and am thankful when the door closes behind him.
“You doing all right, man?” he asks.
I swallow and shoot him a panicked look. “I hope so.”
“What’s going on?” he demands. “You look like you’re going to be sick.”
Maybe I’ve caught Vale’s illness. My hand shakes and I fist it. “I don’t feel so good.”
“Sit down,” he instructs. Instead of taking his desk chair, he sits beside me in the pair in front of his desk. “How’s the relationship going?”
He got to meet them both last month over dinner at Steph’s house. Everyone got along great, much to my surprise. I’d expected Easton to be judgmental, but I should have known better. He’s a good friend and took it all in stride. Vale and Lacy connected really well. They whispered quietly in one corner of the room and by their teary eyes, I could tell they were sharing stories of pain. I was happy as hell she had someone who somehow knew what sort of pain she’s been through.
“It was going great,” I utter, my voice tight.
“Until…”
I hand him my phone. He reads through the recent texts. “I think you’re worrying yourself sick over nothing,” he says, setting my phone back in my palm.
I clench my jaw and nod. “Probably.”
But what if I’m wrong? What if we’re both wrong? What if the strange way she’d acted and then their odd texts means it’s finally over.
I scrub my palm over my face, a shuddering breath tumbling out of me. “I love them.”
He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and regards me with a gentle expression. “I’m sure they love you too.”
“And if they don’t?”
He smiles. “You’re too easy to love, kid. Hell, I even love you.” He reaches forward and tries to ruffle my hair.
I crack a smile and swat him away. “I’m being serious.”
“I know. A little too serious,” he grunts. “I’ve seen the three of you together. At first, I was skeptical and a bit worried. But I saw the way their eyes lit up when you were close. I saw the way yours would track them from across the room. It’s the same way I look at my wife and how she looks at me. Love, man. There is love between you all. It may not be normal or what is generally accepted, but it’s there.”
“Is God gonna strike me where I sit?”
He snorts. “I told you, knucklehead, God is all about the love. When it’s good and selfless and pure, it’s the right kind of love. Stop worrying your panties into a wad.”
I laugh. “You’re a bad preacher.”
“Someone has to lead all the hooligans down the right path,” he says, grinning. “You gotta be one helluva hooligan yourself to be able to do that.”
Letting out a sigh, I rise to my feet. He does the same and I hug my
buddy. “Fine, I guess you’re okay.”
He pats my back and releases me. “Now go settle your mind. Tell them how you feel if that is something you’re holding back. Whatever it is, try not to let it eat you up.”
I give him a nod. “What if they really want to break it off with me, though?”
His brows furl together. “Then we’ll get through it together. I’m here to talk if you need me. I’m a phone call away.”
“Thanks, man.”
I pray to God he’s right and that everything’s going to be okay.
It has to be.
I unlock the front door and step inside the house. There are some grocery bags sitting on the counter and the house smells as though they’ve just eaten. I frown as I hunt them down. When I round the corner into the living room, they both jerk their stares at me. Vale sits in Vaughn’s lap in the recliner and they’re holding hands. He’s dressed, but she’s still wearing a T-shirt and not much else.
“Hey,” I grunt.
“How was church?” Vaughn asks.
“It was fine.” My voice is tight with nerves.
“Sit down,” Vale says, pointing to the couch.
The vibe in the air is one I don’t recognize and I hate it instantly. I don’t like the way my stomach bottoms out. This doesn’t feel happy or good. It feels fucking stressful.
I shoot Vaughn a panicked look and his features are soft. “Sit.”
Dropping to the middle cushion, I lean back and cross my arms over my chest. “What’s up?” I say coolly, trying to hide the fact I’m about to freak the fuck out.
They both watch me, sadness flickering in their gazes. If they’re so sad to get rid of me, then why are they? I can tell something pivotal is about to change and it fucking sucks.
“Listen,” Vale starts, her voice trembling. “We have something to tell you.”
“Just get it out already,” I snap. “The suspense is fucking killing me.”
Vale’s bottom lip wobbles and she looks at Vaughn. His jaw clenches and he shoots me a glare.
“We need to talk about the dynamics of this relationship,” Vaughn says. “The future.”
Pain weighs heavily on me like a ton of bricks. I feel like my throat is closing up tight. Air is constricted and I can’t fucking breathe. I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees, palming my face in defeat. “A future that doesn’t involve me,” I whisper, my voice cracking with emotion. “Fuck.”
I knew it was coming and I wanted to ignore it.
But how the hell can you ignore when your heart is being ripped from your chest?
When I feel the couch sink down on each side of me, my heart crushes a little more. I want nothing more than to pull them to me and not let go. I needed more warning than this. It’s too sudden.
Vale’s soft hand runs down my spine and Vaugh clutches my thigh.
“Please don’t leave us,” she begs tearfully.
I snap my head up and jerk my attention to her. She’s crying now and I don’t fucking get it.
“Me?” I hiss. “I don’t want to leave.”
Vaughn snorts. “You look like you’re about to take off.”
Turning, I regard him. His features are angry almost. “Because you’re breaking it off with me.”
“What?” Vale shrieks. “No!”
“Hell no,” Vaughn growls.
“Then what the hell is up with all this future talk?” I demand.
Vaughn leans forward and presses his forehead to mine. His fingers run through my hair as he rumbles, “We love you, Aiden.”
Relief floods through me and I angle my head up to kiss him. Then, I pull away to look at Vale.
“I love you guys too,” I mutter.
She beams at me despite the tears rolling out. Her lips press to mine for a chaste kiss. “Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”
“We want you to move in with us,” Vaughn says, his voice gruff. “Permanently.”
“That is, if you want to,” Vale adds.
“Of course I want to,” I blurt out. “I practically live here as it is.”
“We’re not done,” Vaughn says softly. “There’s more.”
“I took a test this morning,” Vale whispers, happiness shining in her eyes.
“A test?”
“She’s going to have a baby,” Vaughn explains, pride in his voice. “Our baby. A baby that was made out of love—love you brought back into this home.”
I reach out and palm her stomach over her T-shirt. “Really? We’re going to have a baby?”
She nods tearfully. “We are.”
“And before you can start worrying your fucking head off, don’t,” Vaughn grunts. “We want you to stay and we want to do this together.”
My mind is a mess of jumbled thoughts. “Who’s the dad?”
Vale tenses. “My guess is you considering all the trouble we’ve had in the past. But it doesn’t matter to us. Does it matter to you?”
Not really. I don’t care if it’s his or mine. It feels like ours.
“I can be its dad?”
Vaughn grips my shoulder. “You are its dad.”
“And so are you,” Vale says to him. Then she regards me. “Is this okay? I feel like we’re in strange waters, but I’m glad it’s with you two. I feel like we can make it work. Together.”
I lean back against the sofa and pull her into my lap. She stretches her legs across Vaughn’s lap and curls against me.
“You two fucking scared me,” I grumble. “I thought you were done with me.”
Vale tilts her head up and kisses me. “We could never be done with you. You’re the glue, Aiden. You hold the three of us together.”
“Just how it should be,” Vaughn adds, smiling.
“Then I’m in,” I tell them, grinning. “I’m in it for the long haul.”
Vaughn’s smile turns wicked. “Not like you really had a choice. Our next plan was to lock you in the basement. Glad you chose to come willingly.”
Smirking, I shrug. “Don’t tease me with kinky shit.”
Vale sits up and straddles my lap. “Oh? You want me to tie you up and have my dirty little way with you? I heard pregnancy hormones make a woman insatiable.”
“It’s a good thing our woman has two men to help take care of all her filthy needs,” I say as I slide my palms to her ass.
Vaugh reaches over and caresses her tit through her shirt. “It sounds like you need your husband’s fat dick in your ass while you fuck your baby daddy’s thick cock to keep you satisfied.”
Vale bites on her bottom lip and rocks her hips. “I think you two know me well.”
A growl rumbles through Vaughn as I tear off her shirt in the same instant.
“No time like the present,” I say to her before turning to Vaughn. “Let’s show her who she belongs to.”
Despite the lust burning through him, his brown eyes are flickering with appreciation and love. His lips turn up on one side in mischief. “Come on, you two. There’ll be a test after. Better do a real good job and make Daddy proud.”
Vale giggles and I let loose a snort.
“Daddy, huh?” I tease.
Vaughn shrugs, smirking. “We all have our kinks. Now move your asses. I don’t want to have to get my belt.”
“Now that’s a kink I can’t ignore,” I jest as I rise with Vale in my arms. “Get upstairs and whip my ass so we can hurry and tag team your wife.”
Vaughn’s eyes flare with heat. “That mouth of yours does it to me every time.”
When he starts prowling after us, Vale giggles and my heart thunders in my chest. This is where I belong. It’s where I’ll always belong. The glue. Holding both pieces of my heart together. And I’ll never let go.
One year later…
The house is dark when I step inside. And quiet. Yawning, I set my messenger bag down and ignore the assignments that need grading. My not-so-willing student can help me grade that shit later. For now, though, I need to see my family. I stalk through
the house and up the stairs. Bypassing our room, I head straight for the nursery. When I step inside, all the stress of the day melts away as I take in the scene. Aiden is asleep with his mouth hanging open as he sits in the glider, our son snuggled up against his chest.
They’re fucking adorable.
I stare at Aiden, marveling at his strength. Somehow, he manages a husband and a wife, college, running the coffee shop full-time, and being a dad. Meanwhile, I can barely make it through a day on my own two feet. Even Vale is bedraggled and exhausted. But Aiden? He takes it all in with stride. Lifts the burdens on each of us when he feels it’s too heavy. As Pastor McAvoy always says each Sunday, “God gives you miracles each day. What you do with them is up to you.”
And Aiden is our miracle.
I walk into the room and take Logan from his arms. My son coos and it makes my chest squeeze with pride.
“We’re going to have to hire him some help at the coffee shop,” Vale whispers as she enters the room. Leah is nursing. As if he can sense it’s feeding time, Logan wriggles in my grip.
“I agree. He needs a break,” I utter as I walk over to her and kiss the top of her head. “And how are you, beautiful?”
She smiles up at me. “Perfect.”
Leah’s eyes are wide-open and she pulls from the breast letting milk run down her cheek as she smiles at me. So fucking cute.
“Hey, precious,” I mutter, grinning at her.
She seeks out the breast once more and I wink at Vale. When I turn from her, I find Aiden watching us. In the beginning of our relationship, he used to get a panicked look in his eyes. One that said he was afraid we’d leave him any minute. Now, he simply smiles when he sees us together. That fear has long been squashed.
He rises from his chair and stretches. “Logan had one helluva blowout earlier. Next one’s all yours, Daddy.”
I smirk. “Nah, I think you’re pretty good at diaper duty.”
Vale shakes her head. “Neither of you knows how to put the diaper back on right to save your lives. I swear I get peed on more times in a day I can count.”
Aiden shrugs. “I can’t be good at everything.” He bends down and kisses Logan’s forehead before giving me a quick kiss too. “How was class?
