by Cari Quinn
And the sounds…oh, the sounds. Each clench and groan was transferred to her.
She’d never been happier for her long fingers than right then. She reached between Ethan’s legs to stroke Luc as Ethan’s skin burned along her tongue.
A drop of salty precum slithered down Ethan’s length like a teardrop. She caught it with a humming moan. Slick from Luc and the sharp berry lube they enjoyed, she gripped Ethan just the way he liked as Luc slowly sunk into Ethan.
Ethan shut his eyes as his head fell back against Luc’s chest.
She covered the head of Ethan’s cock and took him deep into her mouth just as Luc thrust deeper. The power behind it shoved him farther into her throat until her eyes watered. Ethan must have heard her distress because his hand slipped into her hair to pull her back, but she stopped him. She could do this. She gripped his thighs then relaxed her throat and found the rhythm.
Watching Ethan slowly dissolve was a new and exciting endeavor.
Luc gripped Ethan’s hip with one hand and wrapped his free arm around him for balance. She slid her hand up to cover Luc’s hand as she fell under their spell. Power and love swirled between them in a heady balancing act of lust and passion.
She pulled Ethan from her mouth and reached between her two men to touch everything. Ethan growled as she slipped down to stroke where they met. She followed each powerful thrust with a soft brush of her fingertips along Luc’s shaft where it was slick and hot and then caressed Ethan’s sensitive skin.
She stood to crowd into Ethan from the front and slid his shaft along her pussy. She went onto her toes to get a few inches higher. As much as she loved how they made her feel petite when no one else ever had, she currently craved more height to match them in every way.
Slowly, she twisted her fingers around the base of Ethan’s shaft and nipped at his lower lip. “It’s so hot to watch Luc power into you. I know how it feels. How he stretches you until you think you can’t take any more.”
Ethan growled out her name.
“You can take it.” She glanced up at Luc. “Harder.”
“Fuck, Bluebird.” Luc’s voice was so deep. So tight and feral.
Her nipples went tight against the smattering of fur on Ethan’s chest. She dipped her hand down between Ethan’s legs to touch them both. Again and again.
God, she was so on edge already. Just watching and pleasuring them was enough to send her over.
She stepped back and grabbed the lube and slipped to the side to dribble a bit between them. She reached down to tease Luc’s dark shaft. The skin was stretched to the brink as he disappeared into Ethan’s eager body.
She balanced a hand on Ethan’s shoulder and lifted her mouth to Luc for a rough, messy kiss. “I want to feel each powerful thrust through Ethan and into me.”
Luc hissed out a breath. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
Ethan dragged her in front of him and spun her around. He sunk his teeth into her shoulder. “Get moving, love. I think that mirrored wall will do nicely. So I can watch you fall apart since I can’t have you facing me.”
She shivered. “I’ve never been so happy to have tall men in my life.”
“I can bend you over that bench if you’d rather.” Ethan swiped a finger down her thigh before he went on a return trip up the back of her leg to her ass. His long fingers dipped between her thighs. “So wet for me. For us.”
She swallowed. “Watching you two is…exciting.”
Luc stepped back from Ethan, his cock swaying in front of him. “Your eyes on us had a similar effect as you can see. And now I get to watch you both in that mirror.” He fisted his dick. “I hope I can last.” He rounded Ethan so he could boost her up against his hip for a moment. His mouth was rough and insistent. “I’ll miss being inside your perfect pussy. I love how you tighten around me.”
She gasped and held onto his shoulders. “Tonight, you can have me.” She glanced to Ethan. “You both can have me.”
Luc’s grip tightened on her ass. “Apparently, I’ll be lucky enough to have both your asses tonight.”
She swallowed down a bubble of crazy laughter. “I guess you will.”
It felt good to laugh with them. It had been awhile since she’d been able to do it easily.
She wasn’t the only one.
The laugh lines that crinkled beside Luc’s eyes were deep and authentic. She cupped his jaw and pressed a soft kiss along his high cheekbone. “I’ve missed seeing this smile.”
He pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m trying to find my way back to happy, Mol.”
“I know.” He relaxed his hold, and she slid down his side before cupping his length. “Now I have plans for this.” Ethan came up beside her and she grasped him as well. “I know he does,” she said to Ethan with a smile.
There was little doubt there. Especially with the heat swarming in his gray eyes. She laced her fingers with Ethan, then Luc and led them to the mirror. Luc’s gaze slid to the glass and his eyes lit with that fire she saw each night during shows. The excitement and challenge that echoed inside of her now in ways she couldn’t have predicted.
He was the other half of her on stage. The missing piece she never knew was missing. His voice and his words in the lyrics they were building together with the band made everything matter so much more than it had before. Somehow amazing things were growing amongst the ashes of anger and despair.
They’d get there. She knew it. Even more, she believed in the rightness of them deep down, which was new for her. That bone-deep certainty was blooming thanks to the love she’d found here with these two men. They helped her believe in herself in ways she never dreamed possible.
She let them go, then turned and placed her palms on the mirror. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder. “I’ve been aching for the both of you since we walked in here. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Ethan stepped behind her. He draped her hair back over her shoulder and dropped a sweet kiss at the base of her neck. “As much as I love all this gold, I need access to you, love. I don’t want anything between us but skin.”
She dropped her chin to her chest. “Yes. So much yes.”
Luc loomed behind Ethan in the mirror. More gold and warmth in the tumble of rich hair and strong features. His beautiful face even more angular and strong with the beard he’d grown. It made him look older, harder sometimes, but no less hers.
Her Luc with his surprising gentleness underneath the rough exterior.
Luc slipped his arm around both Ethan and her, his fingers teasing down between her thighs. “I can’t wait to feel him wet with you. So I can have both of you on me.”
Her thighs trembled as Ethan added his hand over Luc’s. They both stroked along her cleft, their fingers slipping along each other’s as they parted her. She wasn’t sure whose finger slid inside of her. She’d been an active audience for so long, she’d almost forgotten about herself and her own mounting needs.
Even now, she had to watch. To see everything.
Luc crowded into Ethan, who in turn pressed closer to her until the cool glass met her breasts. She hissed out a breath. A hand slid out from between her thighs. She couldn’t quite see who but then she felt the thick length of Ethan against her.
And she knew.
Luc opened his fingers to peel her apart as Ethan’s cock slid between her thighs and brushed along her lips.
“Look down, Bluebird.” Luc’s voice was a growling whisper. “I can feel him and you. Mine. Both of you, mine.”
She looked down. She really didn’t have a choice.
Ethan groaned against her neck and thrusted harder between her thighs. Not entering her, not yet, but so close.
“Is he inside you again?” she asked Ethan.
“Fuck.” Ethan’s voice was guttural.
That answered her question. She went up on her toes to assist in the angle. They might have wanted to toy with her, but enough was enough. She needed a cock inside of her right fucking now.
Ethan s
lipped inside of her and she sighed, but the relief was gone in an instant. Luc slapped her clit then rubbed it with tight little circles. She shouted out a name, both names. Fuck. She hadn’t been prepared. Hadn’t realized she was so very close.
Ethan groaned and it took a moment for them to get themselves lined up. So much to take and make sense of. Hands and heat and the stretch of Ethan’s thick cock inside of her. She cried out as they both pressed her into the glass. So tight and full and there was no end to them. It was as if they were all one. A unit.
Hips aligned and her thighs shook with the effort to hold the position when she wanted to curl into herself and hold Ethan tight inside of her. She’d asked for this and it was even better than she’d imagined.
Luc’s fingers shook as he got closer to the limit. She managed to look up to see his head thrown back and sweat rolling down his temples. Ethan’s hand burrowed under hers on the glass for purchase as he slammed inside of her, taking the powerful thrust of her other lover until they were a chain of slick flesh and sweat.
She laced her fingers with Ethan’s as the orgasm blindsided her. She clenched down on him and his groans were trapped against her neck as he wrapped his arm around her and covered Luc’s fingers.
Ethan gripped her belly as Luc’s lightning fast touch made her scream.
There was no cease to the rush of black spots that danced in her vision as her guys faded into the periphery. There was nothing but their touch and the endless throb of her overworked body. Muscles she didn’t know she had all tightened as her system shut down and she slumped against the glass, her breath stolen in the maelstrom of pleasure and near pain. It was almost all too much.
Ethan drove himself inside of her one last time. The pulse of his release filled her and the aftermath ripped through her in another blinding build. Luc shouted behind Ethan, his fingertips dragging against her oversensitive clit one last time before drifting away to grip her hips as she sagged.
Ethan’s strong arms linked around her as he pulled her away from the mirrored wall and slid out of her. Before she could attempt to steady herself, she was swept up into his arms and they all collapsed into a heap on the mat.
Luc’s long legs curled around Ethan, and she cuddled in, cradled tight against her professor’s chest. She didn’t bother to try and be strong. Not right now. She buried her face into his neck and held on. Luc’s long arms came up around them both. He tucked his chin into her neck until his breath mingled with hers. It took a long moment for their breathing to return to normal. For the tears logjammed in her eyes to recede to prickles and finally to fade entirely.
They hadn’t had a moment that profound in a few weeks. There’d been so much grief shrouding them. Luc had been living in a constant state of overprotection and Ethan had been trying to diffuse him and make sure she was okay at the same time. In the end, they had been protecting each other so much that they hadn’t connected like this in a very long time.
At least it felt like it.
And now they were both wrapped around her and all she could concentrate on was how grateful she was to have them both. Even if she wanted to kill Luc more than half the time lately. She still wouldn’t change him. “I love you both so much. I can’t even imagine my life without you. It’s been only a few months, but I just…”
“Shh.” Ethan rubbed his chin on top of her head. “Shh, love. We know.”
The brutal reality of losing someone had been so in their face. There was another triad who had to face things in a different way. Would she be able to find a way to go on as they had, as painful as it was?
Molly pulled Luc tighter into them both. “I don’t know what I’d do. I don’t know if I could be as strong as Jules.”
“You won’t have to find out, Bluebird. We promise.”
“You can’t make that promise.” The tears came back. She tried to fight them off, but they rolled down her cheeks unheeded. “You just can’t.”
Luc cupped her jaw and brought her chin up until their gazes met. “I can promise you you’re strong enough to deal with it if it ever did, but I’ll fight like hell to make sure it never happens.” He brushed her lips then Ethan’s. “I found the other pieces of me in the most unlikely of places, but I won’t let you guys go. I love you too much.”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve either of you, but I feel the same.” Ethan’s voice went rough. “I love you both more than there are words in all of my books.”
She laughed and burrowed into Ethan’s chest again. “That’s saying a lot if we can make the folklore professor speechless.”
Ethan squeezed her tighter. “And moment gone.”
Luc draped his arm around Ethan’s shoulders. “Chick flick moment averted. Thanks, Bluebird.”
She tugged a lock of Luc’s hair that had fallen forward thanks to the weird hug they were sharing. The weird, amazing hug. “Who started the I love you stuff?”
“How about I end it?” Luc backed up and stood, all six-feet-four of him gloriously naked. He lifted her out of Ethan’s arms and tossed her over his shoulder. “Time for the showers.”
She screeched out a laugh. “Romance is dead.”
Luc slapped her ass. “I thought chicks liked to be carried.”
“Not like a case of beer over your shoulder.”
“Speaking of beer, I could go for one.”
“It’s not even nine in the morning,” Ethan said as he stood and followed them.
“I think we broke eight different rules of physics today. I deserve a beer.” Luc crossed the room and out into the hall. Instead of taking a right toward their huge bathroom, he detoured into the kitchen. He cracked a water and guzzled it down, handing Ethan one.
“What about me?”
“I think we did all the sweating, Bluebird.” Luc slapped her ass again.
“Hey!”
He snagged two beers and handed one to Ethan before heading back down the hall to the bathroom.
She tried to get her hair out of her face, but noticed Ethan grabbing a bottle of water for her before he followed them to the bathroom.
She smiled. Those were her guys. Again, she’d never change them. Even if Luc was a caveman more than half the time.
He was still her caveman. And he brought out the fun in Ethan too. All in all, she had it pretty perfect.
Luc slid her down his body and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he stepped into the large shower. “Let’s see if we can dirty you up a little more before we get you all sparkly clean for practice.”
She looped her arms around his neck. “I like the sound of that.”
Ethan stepped in behind him and shut the door. “I vote very dirty.”
Luc grinned. “That’s what I like to hear, Professor.”
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Callie and Owen: Bonus Epilogue
A Hammered Extra
April of the following year,
after getting married and all that good stuff
“This stick says pregnant.”
I didn’t open my eyes. Didn’t even breathe. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Actually, yes, it does. I can read, Cal. It says pregnant.”
“I don’t think so. It can’t be. We’ve been trying for months, and nothing.”
“You know what they say about returning to the scene of the crime. With the way you two go at it, you’re sure you don’t have a couple muffins in that incubator?”
“You’re mixing your metaphors,” I told my sister as I faced the mirror and pulled my ordinary yellow top in tighter to my stomach. “I haven’t gained any weight. My boobs aren’t even bigger.”
“First, she’s pregnant by a smokin’ hot Irish rockstar. Then I’m supposed to be sad for her that she’s gonna squeeze out his offspring and isn’t even gaining any weight for her trouble? Nope, sorry.” Ava came up behind me and d
ropped her chin to my shoulder, a wide grin wreathing her face. “Congratulations, mama.”
I met my sister’s bright green eyes in the mirror and started to smile. The corners of my mouth lifted, prepared for liftoff, and then, without warning, water gushed from my eyes.
“Oh my God. Really? Is this really happening?” I whirled around to hug my sister and she laughed and hugged me back, dancing and sniffling and laughing with me.
We babbled incoherently at one another for probably three minutes before the front door of our apartment slammed. “Calliope, where are you?”
The weepy, giggly dancefest ended abruptly in the bathroom.
Ava held a finger up to her mouth. “Shh. Maybe he won’t know we’re here.”
Playfully, I shoved her and passed a hand over my hair. There was no making myself presentable. I had makeup smeared around my eyes and my nose was as red as the famous reindeer’s. I sounded as if I had a severe cold.
This so wasn’t the way I wanted to tell Owen we were having a baby—finally. It seemed like it had taken forever, but in actuality, we’d only tried for a few months.
Memorable ones at that. We’d worked our way through some positions that even my highly deviant mind couldn’t come up with on its own, never mind figure out how to re-enact without help.
He’d had a rough day in the studio from the sounds of things. Maybe I should wait until a better time to tell him. Maybe—
Maybe he was standing in the doorway, a snarl on his normally easygoing face as his sexy gray eyes zeroed in on what Ava still held in her hand.
“What is that?” he demanded.
My sister shoved it behind her back, and then shoved me in front of her. “Nothing. How was your day, honey bunch?”
He didn’t so much as blink. In the almost six months we’d being married, he’d swiftly learned my sister spoke fluent sarcasm. “Calliope, what is your sister holding in her hand?” he asked, looming over me until my nipples waved hi and my throat grew dry.
