“Move,” she whimpered, brushing Nolan’s remaining hand off her hip and placing her hands on his chest. “Move now, or I will.”
And with that sexual threat, she thrust onto Nolan’s cock and backward onto Kieran’s. It was excruciating. It broke her down and reformed her into someone or something new. Whoever or whatever she was, she was theirs, as Kieran proved by pressing her back down on Nolan’s chest, then gripping her hips, thrusting his cock in and out in short little pulses, testing to see how much she could take.
“More,” Lore demanded again, needing all of them, needing everything they had and more.
“Fuck.” Nolan dug his heels into the ground and thrust up into her as Kieran retreated.
And then, as Lore adjusted to the seesawing of their cocks in and out of her ravaged body, the men took over, and she let them. She put her faith and trust in the hands of two men she adored and who she knew adored her back. They needed her and would take care of her, and for the first time since Lore could remember, she knew it was okay for her to want to be taken care of.
Kieran’s thrusts guided them, instructing Nolan when to advance or when to retreat. She didn’t care who was in charge as long as she could let go of everything she’d ever known and just become the wanton creature she was as she writhed between them. She wasn’t Lore anymore. She was the woman Kieran and Nolan loved, and for that singular moment in time, as she felt their paces quicken and their cocks expand inside her body, she didn’t need to be anything else ever again.
She came suddenly, crying their names into the endless blue sky, wrapping one hand behind her along Kieran’s face and the other in front of her, cupping Nolan’s cheek. Her body contracted, then expanded in a fast yet vast orgasm, encompassing the entirety of her flesh and soul.
“I can’t hold it much longer; fuck, she’s so tight. Her ass is squeezing me. I’m gonna come,” Kieran panted with each thrust, the steady rhythm he’d created disintegrating into an animalistic taking. Nolan answered in turn, his thrusts up and inside her primal and bruising. They were dominant and protective and territorial and she loved them. They loved her back. They loved her.
“Lore!” Kieran moaned, his body tensing and his arms moving from her hips to encircle her waist, his own hips now pumping in short bursts. The insane heat from his cum filling her up was only made more fantastic by the heat from Nolan’s cum as he joined his lover.
She bent over, gasping for breath, lying on Nolan’s chest and feeling Kieran along her back, his diminishing cock slipping out of her back passage in an odd yet pleasant sensation. She felt free. She felt more like herself than she’d ever felt in recent years. Even before her father’s arrest, she’d never felt so at peace. She loved these men. She trusted them with her mind, body, and soul. It was time to trust them with her past. It was time to take back control of her own life—something she’d lost without even realizing it—and give them what they wanted.
“My father was an infamous crime lord,” she blurted as Kieran rolled off her back. They both stared at her for a second before responding in confusion.
“Huh?”
“Come again?”
Chapter Fourteen
Lore removed herself from the mass of sweaty limbs she and the men made and pulled the blanket around her shoulders. She’d never felt so fearless before in her life and at the same time had never been so scared. While listening to Kieran confess the dark truth of his past, she’d witnessed true bravery. She saw conviction and surety that he could trust his lovers with this terrible secret and they would still love him. Of course he’d been nervous of what they would think, but he still told them, placing his heart in their hands, and depended on them to hold on tight. She trusted Nolan and Kieran in that way, and it was time to let them hold her heart as well.
She faced Kieran and Nolan to tell her story.
“When I was around six, my dad took me to what he liked to call a five-fingered double feature. He conned the movie theater manager into believing he’d lost the tickets he just purchased and that I was a special needs child about to have a fit if I didn’t get in to watch the movie we came to see. They let us in, gave us a free slushy and popcorn to keep me placated. I thought it was all a fun game, and when we sneaked into another movie right after that one, it just added to the silly adventure. We did it all the time. When I was old enough to understand that what my dad was doing was wrong, I was too blind with love for him to question it.
“He used to leave on business trips, would be gone for weeks at a time. The longest was when I was fourteen. Gone a month, he didn’t get back until New Year’s Eve, 1996. My mom, who I had a rough relationship with, became increasingly hostile toward me during that time. She was drinking, and whenever she spoke to my dad on the phone, she would become even more anxious and hostile, taking out all her worries on me.”
“How did she take her worries out on you?” Nolan asked, playing with her fingers, entwining their hands like a simple dance.
“That doesn’t matter now. What I’m trying to tell you is when my dad came home that New Year’s Eve, the police and FBI arrived and took us all into custody. Nobody would tell me what was going on; they just kept questioning and asking what we knew about his criminal activities. Criminal activities… I thought my dad was a salesman. What he was, was an arms dealer, trading stolen technology and weapons to hostile countries. He was one of the reasons children in villages got gunned down, and he had no regrets doing what he did. Said he made a lot of money doing it, not that we ever saw that money.”
“What do you mean?” Kieran asked gently. “I thought you got a lot of money after your folks died. Didn’t they have money when you were a kid?”
“No, I mean, not that I saw. We lived in a nice house and had clean things, but it was the rare day we were ever able to purchase anything new. Heaven forbid I get any mud on a piece of clothing or my mother would flip. Everything in my house was treated like spun gold no matter how old it was. When we did get new things, it would make my father mad like my mom had spent his hard-earned money for no reason. There were few things he got mad about, but that was one I never forgot. When he was away for that long month before his arrest, my mother bought a new TV. Later I heard it was from spite. I thought it was because we were getting fuzzy porn channels on our old set. I should have known better; everything she did was about my dad, never about me.
“Anyway, eventually, during a meeting with my dad’s lawyer I learned all his many crimes and that there was this list, a list of his clients and the people he worked for, who supplied him with the guns. The FBI wanted the list, said they would give him some sort of immunity, maybe place us into protective custody so we could start a new life. I was so happy, thinking the three of us would be able to get a new start.” She laughed, chilled by the cold bitter sound of her own voice. Telling this story was akin to bleeding a wound. “But my father refused, said he would never give up his people.” She pounded her hand on the ground, hating the burning sensation of tears welling behind her eyes. “But what about his family? He gave us up fast enough.” She waved away Kieran’s offer of comfort, dabbing at her eyes to make sure nothing was streaking down her cheeks.
“About ten years ago I went to see him in prison, my college friends convinced me I needed some sort of closure to what had scarred me so deeply in my youth.”
“Psych majors?” Nolan asked sarcastically.
“You betcha.” Lore laughed, teary-eyed. “They always seem to find me. Maybe I find them. Does that mean I need therapy?”
“Nah, baby,” Kieran said with a refreshing smile. “The only therapy you need is sexual healing.”
“You’re a tool,” Nolan said as he pinched Kieran’s arm in reprimand. “What happened when you went to see your dad?”
“He seemed okay. Tired. He told me they kept asking him about the list, even years after his trial they asked him about it, thought it was the key to this weapons crime ring. He was sentenced to life in prison without par
ole. All that time and he could have come back to us if he just gave up this stupid list.” She shrugged. “But he still refused. He told me—the asshole told me that marrying Mom was part of his cover. He never really loved her the way she loved him, just needed to find someone desperate enough to need him beyond measure, beyond rational thought. My father was clever and charming enough to get away with it too. My mom followed that man around like a little lost puppy. Although, how can I judge? I probably did the same thing.”
“You were a kid who idolized her father; there was nothing wrong with that.”
Lore was a little shocked with how fast Nolan was to defend her. “Well, the sentiment wasn’t returned so…”
“So fuck him,” Nolan said vehemently. “You turned out beautifully without him.”
“Emotionally stunted?”
“An intelligent and giving woman who has enough love in her heart for two idiots like us,” Kieran said, cupping her face with a sad smile.
“Lore, I have to ask,” Nolan started, looking as though he were about to step on some of her toes. “The money you inherited…”
“Oh!” She smiled, at the realization there was something she’d forgotten to say. “That was from my mother’s side. I thought it was my dad’s secret stash or something but turns out my mom had inherited a crazy amount of money that she kept hidden away. In the end, they were perfect for each other, hoarding their money.” She sniffed, remembering her fine-boned mother as she had wasted away over the years, pining for her husband even though she knew their marriage had been a lie the whole time.
“She died a month after him. All that time, through the lies and the unrequited love, she still loved him. She was such a lonely woman. I need you to know I would have never taken it if I thought that money came from weapons dealing. Never. I swore to do everything within my power to be the opposite of what he was. But that also meant hiding a part of who I am. Sometimes I have this itch to just let go and fall into this pit of mischief and badness I feel inside me.”
“We’ll catch you,” Kieran said confidently. As if it was that easy. “We’ll always catch you. Don’t be afraid of letting go.”
She loved them, she did, and for the first time she felt as though she may be able to let go and explore that darker side, trusting Kieran and Nolan to pull her back and keep her safe.
Chapter Fifteen
Nolan’s offices were as quiet and efficient as ever. No intercom mishaps, no ranting ex-wives. It was close to turning-in time, and he had, amazingly, finished all his work for the day. Nicolette had gone home early for a family dinner, and Wayne was close to finishing up in his own office. He remembered something about Wayne having a late client, but the person might have gone home already. Recently, throughout the day, Wayne had taken to using the computer instant-messaging system to harass Nolan as to why, with the whole enemy-numero-uno episode hanging over his head, he was so gleeful. Even when his cases weren’t going well, he had a smile on his face. Wayne had started to ask him what kind of meds he was taking to achieve such a euphoric state through all hours of the day.
But it wasn’t drugs. It was—and Lord help him for how fucking clichéd it sounded, but—it was just the love of a good man and a good woman. The combination of having Lore and Kieran to wake up or come home to was an almost drugging feeling, and as Wayne had pointed out, he’d been acting like he was on a some sort of upper. Kieran had always been there for Nolan, from the moment they met and Kieran had persuaded Nolan to admit his bisexuality was nothing to be ashamed of, no matter what others thought. It hadn’t exactly been hard to guess what he was when they first met, as Nolan had been a drunken mess falling all over Kieran like some randy teenager. Embarrassing didn’t cover half of what that night had been.
And Kieran, amazing, sweet, strong, and wonderful Kieran, had been there for him through it all, including his final divorce. Nolan had never believed he would love again, let alone love two people at the same time. But he did and it made his day that much brighter. Who was he to question his good fortune?
A ping on his computer alerted him to a new message.
GoodLookinLawMan: Still working hard or jerking off to porn?
Wayne was nearing his sixty-seventh birthday, but he still sounded like a horny twenty-year-old. Nolan dropped the paperwork he’d been filling out and focused on his laptop, the soft acoustic guitar music playing from an online radio his only companionship.
NoNooseGoodNoose: Want me to turn on my laptop camera so you can find out?
GoodLookinLawMan: Please, my hearing is already going. I don’t need to be blind as well.
NoNooseGoodNoose: Your loss. To what do I owe the pleasure of your messaging?
GoodLookinLawMan: I was wondering if you came to your senses and would tell me what the hell is going on with you? Is Kieran pregnant? If he is, since when has Kieran been a woman?
NoNooseGoodNoose: Ass. Trust me, as my lawyer you’ll be the first to know if that ever happens.
GoodLookinLawMan: So what’s got you so giddy?
NoNooseGoodNoose: Why does it have to be anything? Maybe I’m just having a good month?
GoodLookinLawMan: Oh, really? Nothing new or exciting going on?
NoNooseGoodNoose: Nope.
GoodLookinLawMan: No new aspect to Kieran and your relationship?
Okay, that was strangely close to the mark. Nolan frowned, checking the time once more before responding.
NoNooseGoodNoose: We’re as happy and blissful as ever.
GoodLookinLawMan: So your new giddiness has nothing to do with a Ms. Lore Beyer who you’ve brought into your relationship?
Nolan stared, mouth agape, at the screen. Wayne had always been a perceptive bastard. It was what made him a keen lawyer, but he wasn’t a fucking clairvoyant. Nolan shut his instant messaging off and picked up the office phone to call Wayne’s extension.
“Good Lookin Law Man speaking,” Wayne said with a chuckle. “How may I help you, Mr. Busted?”
Nolan ran his hand through his short hair, wondering how the hell the man had found out. They hadn’t told anyone, the relationship too new and not ready for the scrutiny of the outside world just yet.
“What the hell, Wayne?”
“Oh, c’mon, what are you so upset about?”
“Well, I’m not that happy when people read my fucking mind, which is clearly what happened here because how the hell else would you know? Do you have surveillance in my bedroom? Are you selling sex tapes of me and my family?” And even though Nolan was confused and frustrated by Wayne’s keeping one step ahead, it still felt damn good to call Kieran and Lore part of his family.
“Shut up. A little birdie told me.”
Well, that was surprising. “Lore told you?”
“She came to see me with some old paperwork of her late father’s to sort out, and we got to chattin’ and she mentioned you boys once or twice or ten times. The woman never spoke about her personal life in any of our previous meetings. Not once. At least nothing that wasn’t relevant to what I was assisting her with.”
“Huh, I guess she’s opened up a little too much then?”
“Are you kidding me? Listen, Nolan.” Something in Wayne’s hardened voice told Nolan this wasn’t simple lawyer-to-lawyer advice anymore. “I’m going to break my confidentiality with her a little here, but let me tell you, I was Lore’s father’s lawyer after he was arrested…one of them at least. Do you know about her dad?”
“Yeah, she told us about it. What must that have been like for a teenager?”
“Whenever I saw that girl, I saw a broken shell. She was nothing after learning what her father really was, what he’d done to keep his criminal life under wraps. She was the product of a lie. In all truth, I didn’t think she would ever really get over it. But over the years, she’s grown, found a little niche in life, something that helped her blend in. But she never seemed like a real person, at least not until after the Krueger case, after she met you and Kieran. You’re both good f
or her.”
“Wayne—”
“No, listen, Nolan,” Wayne said, sounding like an overprotective father. If he had known Lore since her father’s arrest, then Wayne had seen Lore grow up. Seventeen years of knowing someone was a shadow of a person and there was nothing he could do about it. No wonder he sounded protective. “You do one thing to hurt that girl, and I swear I will kick your ass, geld you, and then just for fun have you disbarred.”
“I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her; neither would Kieran. We— Fuck, Wayne, we love her.” Their love was so deep and resilient it could withstand a million trials by fire and still come out clean and clear on the other side. Nolan felt it to the ravaged depths of his soul. “We’re in love with Lore.”
“It better stay that way.”
“I can’t imagine my life without her in it.”
“Good. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night. And Wayne?”
“Yeah?”
Nolan hesitated before saying, “Thanks for not freaking out about it or anything, ya know, the ménage-relationship thing.”
“You kidding? I’m almost jealous. Almost. Good night.”
“Good night.”
“Good night, baby.”
Nolan looked up at the bloodcurdling voice to see Mia standing in the open doorway, mocking him as usual. Her gray gaze pierced his with a malicious glimmer that made the hair on his arms stand on end. How could she have changed so much since they first met? But maybe she hadn’t changed, maybe he just never truly knew her to begin with. Bitch.
“The office is closing, Mia,” he said, standing, not intending to remain in her toxic presence for longer than necessary. “You need to come back tomorrow.”
“I had a late meeting with Ryan. I like to make sure he’s gone over every little detail in the pre-nup before moving forward with any decisions in the divorce.” She said, strolling into the office like she owned it. “So…you gonna leave Kieran for this new bitch? Wife number four?” She giggled, sitting on the edge of his desk. He focused on packing up his briefcase and shutting down his computer. “You’re catching up to my number, baby. We can make this a sport.”
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