After their first foray Friday night, they’d slept long and well, with Cassidy cradled between them. The bed wasn’t quite big enough, so they’d squished in, which meant he and Ronan had occasionally touched just as they had while making love to Cassidy. At first, his natural reaction was to pull back as if burned. Then he’d gotten over that foolishness and understood that physical contact between him and Ronan was another way of cementing their respective bonds to the woman they loved.
The ties were tightened by all three of them by spending much of Saturday getting to know each other better and sharing important things that none of them had been able to really speak of before in their whirlwind romances. Ronan had told Cassidy about his parents’ murder and how O’Malley’s death might have tied into it. Diego had told her about the kid he’d killed in the line of duty and the way it haunted him still, although no bad dreams had disturbed him while he slept beside her.
For her part, Cassidy explained in more detail her somewhat stifling childhood, what had led her to be a medical examiner, and the scariness of letting her fiancé go after so many years. She was again apologetic about dating them both at the same time, something he and Ronan were quick to assure her she had nothing to apologize for. In fact, they were the ones who owed her an apology for competing over her, as if she were a prize, then fighting when the game became too intense for them.
Talking about their issues had cleared the air. There was nothing left except mutual affection and the scorching heat being generated by the three of them entwined once more in Cassidy’s bed—their bed.
Diego sat propped up against the headboard with his legs splayed open and his knees bent. Cassidy’s silky body was nestled up between them, her back to his front and with her head tucked under his chin. He held her tight against him by cupping her breasts in each hand. He teased both nipples with flicks of his thumbs. His cock was trapped between their bodies and every time she undulated against him, his arousal jacked up.
Diego rubbed his cheek against her hair and looked down at the black head bobbing between her legs. Ronan held Cassidy open and pressed against Diego. He feasted on her clit with enviable enthusiasm. Diego hadn’t had an opportunity to taste for himself that day, but he felt no concern about the lack of opportunity. His time would come, maybe even before the night was over. In the meantime, he could enjoy the show and add to their lover’s pleasure with his breast play.
Cassidy moaned and arched her back as much as their mutual hold on her would allow. Ronan had done something especially intense apparently. The man lifted his head enough to glance up at Diego. His eyes sparkled with mischief. Diego grinned back at him in the shared pleasure of driving their woman to distraction. Breaking eye contact, Ronan picked up speed, his head bobbing and weaving at an almost frantic pace. Cassidy writhed in sync with whatever the man did. She lifted her head and bowed forward with a scream.
Diego stayed with her, bending forward as well. The shudders racking her body stimulated his cock so much he had to fight to keep from coming. Not yet, he wanted to do it inside her. Ronan sat up, his face wet with Cassidy’s juices. The man’s cock was hard and ruddy with a head glistening with pre-cum. He pushed the hair back from a still quivering Cassidy and clasping her face with his hands, pulled her in for a long and lingering kiss.
Diego slid his hands down to her belly, making little swirls around her abdomen to soothe her past the orgasm. Cassidy whimpered and clenching her hands around his, she moved him farther down. Understanding that she wanted more, not less, he cupped her mons and squeezed her clit. She bucked back into him, urging him on. He could have caused her to come again, but his dick made him selfish. He let go with one hand to grab a condom off the nightstand.
Damn, he had to let go of her completely if he was going to get it open. Except Ronan reached over and took it from him. Together they managed to open it with one hand from each of them. The awkward yet effective effort made Diego chuckle. Ronan mimicked the sound as he continued to ravage Cassidy’s mouth. She broke the kiss, however, just as Diego rolled the condom on.
“Scoot back,” she ordered Ronan in a breathless voice that shot straight to Diego’s cock.
Ronan hurried to comply. Cassidy broke free of Diego’s embrace enough to shift her legs under her. Then she bent over, giving Diego a perfect view of not just her lovely ass, but her plump and wet cunt, as well. She placed her hands on Ronan’s thighs and looked over her shoulder.
“Fuck me, Diego, while I reciprocate Ronan’s efforts.” With her hair messed up and her lips swollen, she was a vision of wantonness.
Diego didn’t need any further urging. Drawing up his legs, he shifted to a kneeling position behind Cassidy. He placed his hands on her ass cheeks, and while his cock urged him to mount her hard and fast, he resisted. He wanted a moment to appreciate the beauty before him. With gentle strokes, he caressed the globes, admiring the softness of her skin. He skimmed his thumbs down the crease and dared to stop to tease the puckered hole. It quivered with his touch, and for the first time in his life, he wondered seriously what it would be like to sink his cock in this tighter place. The thought electrified him, but that was for another day.
“Christ!” Ronan exclaimed.
Sitting back on his heels, the man braced his arms against the footboard. His head was thrown back, and his chest rose and fell with harsh breaths. Diego couldn’t blame him. With Cassidy’s luscious lips wrapped around his dick, the guy’s brain must be scrambled. Her head bobbed with the same enthusiasm as Ronan had shown moments earlier as he ate her out. Wet sucking sounds reverberated through the room. Diego’s cock throbbed, reminding him that he was not yet in the game.
He lined it up with Cassidy’s sweet pussy and pushed it all the way in with one long stroke. Cassidy moaned around her hard mouthful and shoved her ass back to seat him even farther inside. For a few seconds, he stayed still, enjoying the sensation of being cocooned within her slick warmth. She squeezed her cunt against his cock, making him grunt. When she did it again, he got the message and began a steady rhythm of thrusting.
His orgasm built slowly. He wanted to draw it out. Ronan and Cassidy made it impossible. Between his friend’s mounting groans and her counter thrusts punctuated by squeezes of his cock, he couldn’t hold out. So he picked up the pace, drilling into Cassidy with short, hard strokes. He clasped her hips with a firm grip to control their pace, pulling her toward him with every thrust forward.
Ronan shouted out as Cassidy swallowed him down deep. Knowing his friend was coming drove him to the edge, but he didn’t want to come before Cassidy did. He seated himself to the hilt and slid one hand down to finger her clit. She dripped with her earlier release. He found the nub and rubbed small circles around it. As soon as he did, her body began to shake.
Ronan sat up and pulled Cassidy off his cock. He brought her face up to his and devoured her mouth. With her torso raised, Diego had even greater access to her front, so he added a second finger to her folds and stroked her clit. Seconds later, she cried out, the sound barely swallowed by Ronan’s mouth. Her cunt clenched down on Diego’s cock, and that was all it took to send his release spiraling out of him. He pumped with desperate and erratic strokes as he milked the orgasm from his balls and through his cock. A stream of Spanish imprecations flew out of his mouth. For a few seconds, he was lost in the sensations, barely aware of where he was and with whom.
Then he heard a masculine laugh, followed by a feminine one. Diego pried open the eyes he’d shut involuntarily. Ronan and Cassidy had their arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders, with Cassidy’s head tucked under Ronan’s chin. They looked so beautiful together, so right.
Ronan grinned at him over Cassidy’s shoulder. “I have no idea what you just said, but I’m assuming it was good for you?”
Diego grinned back. “It was, and if we’re going to stay together, I’m going to have to teach both of you some Spanish.”
“Hmm,” Cassidy purred. “I took Spanish for a few
years in school, but I don’t think I ever learned those particular words.”
Diego shifted his arms to wrap them around her waist and leaned in to kiss her shoulder right above where Ronan’s arm rested. His throat rubbed against that arm, and yet the accidental touch didn’t bother him, not anymore. He was too well-fucked. “Well, you’re going to hear them a lot from now on. You make me lose control, querida.”
Cassidy moved one hand to caress Diego’s arm. “Good. I like that. I love that. And I love being with both of you.”
Even said as it was in a low and sleepy voice, it had the power to make him ridiculously happy. He glanced up at Ronan and saw those same feelings in his eyes. Had it really only been a couple of short weeks since he’d worried that he wouldn’t get the new start in Boston he craved? Things had worked out in a strange, yet wonderful way. This was right—the three of them could make a family.
“So do I,” he said, looking straight at Ronan.
Slipping one arm from around Cassidy, Ronan clasped his hand on the back of Diego’s neck. It wasn’t a sexual gesture, but a fraternal one. Ronan didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to. His expression said it all.
It said “welcome.”
Epilogue
Ronan was nervous. Weird. It was only a small family gathering. A backyard barbeque with his brothers and Regan, Uncle Jack, Caruso and Craig before the fall weather set in. Family. Just family. And that was why he was nervous, because he was bringing his new family.
Cassidy and Diego sat in the back of Ronan’s car, each holding a pie. The driving configurations were still a tricky thing to work out. But all other things being equal, they’d manage to weave three lives in an effective and satisfying way. They were happy, deliriously so. It wasn’t only the sex, either. They enjoyed each other’s company. Diego had more in common with him than he’d realized, and if they could manage to survive baseball season, then life would be perfect.
He parked in the driveway of his childhood home and took a second to see it from the other’s eyes. It was a neat and tidy home, a great place to grow up. Now he was gone from it for good. Slowly, he and Diego were moving their lives into Cassidy’s beautiful townhouse. It only made sense, but a working class kid from Charlestown living in the Back Bay was, well, once again, weird.
By the time he got out of the car, Diego and Cassidy were on the sidewalk. They each held their pie in one hand and Diego’s other hand rested on the small of her back. They smiled at him as he approached. They must have sensed his nerves. There wasn’t anything he held back from them anymore and vice versa. If they were to be a family, they had to know and understand each other.
When he reached them, Cassidy slid her hand in his so that she was, as usual, sandwiched between her two men. “It’s going to be fine, you know,” she said with a squeeze of her hand. “They’re your family, and they will accept you as you are.”
“I know. They have to because you’re my family, too, now.”
Diego grunted. “I’m glad we’re starting with yours, my man. Mine will be a harder sell.”
“As will mine,” Cassidy said on a sigh.
Ronan had no chance to respond. The front door opened before they got to it, and Regan stood in the doorway with eyebrows raised. “Hey, cuz. Cassidy. Diego.” She greeted each of them in turn with a grin that became more wry as she went. “Oh, pie.” She reached out to grab the desserts and went back into the house.
Ronan led the way inside. As much as he and Diego loved to keep their hands on Cassidy, it wasn’t possible to go through the doorway three-abreast, so he let go. Ronan immediately took Cassidy’s hand once more. They walked through the house and into the backyard. He stopped a moment to take in the scene.
Daire was manning the grill already, with Finn and Michael standing nearby, drinking beer and heckling him on his cooking skills. Regan had set the pies on the picnic table and was slapping Uncle Jack’s hand as he tried to steal a piece of pie crust. Craig was off to the side of the yard playing tug of war with a medium-sized mutt. The kid looked happy, and Ronan remembered Finn saying something about getting him a dog.
It was all right and perfect except for one thing. He whistled once, sharp and loud. All talking stopped and even the dog turned to him.
“Sorry. I just have a little announcement to make.” He glanced at a surprised Cassidy and Diego for a quick consent. They hadn’t discussed making a statement about their relationship, but it suddenly felt right.
He cleared his throat. “Um, I just wanted to let you all know that Cassidy and Diego and I are moving in together and we’ve formed a family. The three of us,” he clarified just in case his point hadn’t been made. “We’re a family now.”
There was silence for a few seconds as everyone stared at them, frozen in place. Ronan’s heartbeat sped up. Oh, shit, had he read his brothers and the others wrong? Would they be unwilling to accept the life he’d chosen?
Uncle Jack broke the quiet. “Well, Christ Jesus, boyo, you think we don’t know that? We’ve got eyes, haven’t we? Cassidy, darling, did you bake these pies?”
Cassidy blinked a few times. “Yes, I did.”
“Then tell my daughter here that it’s okay for me to have a slice before dinner.”
Cassidy laughed. “Well, maybe just a sliver.” She tugged her hands free and shot each of her men a sexy grin before heading over to the picnic table.
“Hey, Nieves, I could use another beer over here,” Daire called out before turning back to his grilling.
“On it.” Diego winked at Ronan before trotting over to the cooler by the door.
Ronan stood where he was, watching everyone else. Cassidy laughing over something with Jack and Regan, Finn leaning into Michael, Daire taking the bottle from Diego before flipping a burger. Craig and the dog were on the ground wrestling over the hunk of rope. Something bumped his hip, someone. He turned to Diego and accepted the offered beer. They clinked the bottles together before taking a swig.
He knew a moment of perfect happiness until he remembered that life wasn’t going to be perfect, nor completely happy. Not until they had the answers they needed. He’d been so close. But they knew more than they had before and someday they’d know it all.
For now, he was with his family, and it was enough.
About the Author
I'm a corporate lawyer, happily married for over twenty years with three kids and four dogs. No white picket fence, but we do live in the burbs west of Boston. While my husband and I still do occasionally lick chocolate off each other, our more typical evening involves lying in bed once the kids are in theirs and reading separate books. Mine of course are romance. I started reading them as a defense against all those boring legal documents. Once I started, I couldn't stop.
I've also loved erotica since I was old enough to appreciate what sex is. I've been publishing erotic romance since 2009.
Besides my family, writing, and reading, my loves include the sight, smell, and sounds of the ocean (I'm a New England girl through and through), chocolate (naturally), prime rib (bloody), and good bourbon on the rocks.
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Boston’s Brave
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Regan Malloy is a dedicated homicide detective married to her job. A tough woman who holds her own when it comes to the opposite sex, she is nevertheless resigned to lonely nights with fantasy men. When a serial killer targets wealthy submissive men from an upscale BDSM club, Regan is convinced the killer is a woman and goes undercover.
Kyle Ramsey is a topnotch litigator juggling life as a divorced father and a workaholic. Raised to be strong and to always take charge, he has trouble trusting that anyone else can get the job done. When he finds his good friend
murdered, he mounts his own investigation despite Regan's warning not to interfere.
Regan is furious to find the sexy lawyer at the club but can't deny her attraction or her need to dominate him. Kyle discovers more than clues as, to keep from blowing their cover, the fiery cop demands obedience. Together they embark on a journey to explore this new world of hidden desires, but the road could take a dangerous turn when they cross paths with the killer.
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Boston’s Brave
by
Samantha Cayto
Finn Callaghan’s quest to prove his father wasn’t dirty and to follow family tradition leads him to become one of Boston’s brave. Like his father and brothers, he proudly wears the blue but as an openly gay man. His first assignment—going undercover as a teenage runaway. The sexy detective in charge is a bonus and a distraction he just can’t pass up.
Only half out of the closet, Michael Caruso heads a task force to end an underage prostitution ring that preys on homeless gay teens. He has mixed emotions about using the hot young rookie as bait. Finn is perfect for the part, but Michael’s attraction to the pretty cop might botch months of work.
Attraction turns to alarm as Finn goes deeper undercover. Can Michael keep him safe? And even if he can, how can he protect himself from the danger falling in love?
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Prologue
There was nothing more perfect than a summer night in Boston, warm with a slight sea breeze to keep the sizzling heat at bay. Rory Callaghan loved walking the streets of his city, especially when he had his pretty wife on his arm. Sheila was still a beauty in her middle years, only slightly rounder than she had been in their youth. But then so was he and without the reason of having carried and birthed three children, their sons.
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