by Trina Lane
“Fuck! Yes!” Vic shouted.
“Touch yourself, honey. Make yourself come all over me,” Chase said roughly.
Vic saw Miranda’s hand slither down her chest, but couldn’t see when her fingers strummed the nub, making him growl.
“Not so delicately, honey. Make it count. Milk that clit. I want to feel you shatter around me again. I want to see your little body thrash as hot explosions rip through you. Give it to me, Miranda. Give it to us. Now!”
“You heard him, princess. See all these glorious muscles standing out? Chase is so close, so hard he probably aches. His ass is so tight around me. He wants to come. He wants to fill you to the brim with his cum.”
“Oh…my… God!” Miranda cried.
“That’s it, baby! That’s it. Oh fuck, Vic…you should…I can’t…”
“Let go, babe I’ve got you. I’ve got you both.”
Chase’s orgasm swamped him and Vic felt his chute ripple and clench down around his cock. Vic’s hips pumped, his rhythm faltered then burst into a final series of rapid thrusts. He stiffened. It felt as though his body turned inside out, and his heart was about to explode from the cavity of his chest. He poured his soul into Chase as he slammed hot jets of cum into one of the two people who held his heart.
Epilogue
Two months later
Miranda flipped the switch for the master bedroom light and heard a twin set of gasps behind her.
“Holy toledo!” Jenna gasped then dashed into the bedroom. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Miranda looked around the room she’d decorated with Vic and Chase. She’d been adamant that her lovers help her. She wanted her men to be as comfortable in this room as they were in the rest of the new house, since she planned on spending a lot of time in here over the years. The walls were painted a creamy slate blue, and the dark stained wood of the floor and mouldings set off the colour to perfection. Chase had found a massive sleigh bed, and all three of them had gone to find the perfect mattress. Blue curtains with gold accents hung from the bow windows that made up the tower, as Miranda called the concave feature in the front of the Victorian home built at the turn of the twentieth century that Vic had found for them in West Newton Hill.
Their bedroom had a fireplace with an elegantly carved wooden mantel, as did seven other rooms in the house, and was connected to a remodeled ensuite that had a massive shower and Jacuzzi tub all big enough for three. At first, Miranda had been a little nervous around the lavish accents. The floor, shower lining, bath and vanity tops were all white and grey marble. There was a small crystal chandelier that hung from the ceiling and the fixtures were all made from original Victorian glass. The entire bathroom exuded a luxury that was completely foreign to her. But, the rest of the house was warm and comfortable. In Miranda’s opinion, the house was the perfect blend between modern conveniences and contemporary styling with a traditional flair. It spoke of traditions and family. Darkly stained hardwood blended with the cream coloured walls and soft fabrics of overstuffed furniture. Vic and Chase had taken over the study whose entire walls were comprised of carved wooden panels and windows lining the wall overlooking their side yard.
The yard was bigger than any Miranda had ever seen in her life. The kitchen and family room were all one big open space. The family room had two sets of French doors that opened up onto a covered porch, and a door leading out to the backyard from the kitchen served as the anchor to a large slate patio that now held a couple of extra large lounges and a fire pit.
“Okay, unless my counting skills are rusty I’ve added up fifteen rooms. How many square feet is that?”
“I think somewhere around fifty-six-hundred.”
“Holy shit, girl!” Jenna exclaimed. “Damn, I should’ve hit on Dr. Pruitt when I had the chance.”
Miranda knew Jenna was kidding, but she felt her fingers clench in indignation that Jenna even joked about taking her men away from her. Not to mention she made a slightly veiled reference to Miranda’s new home being a prize of some kind. This home was the realisation of Vic’s and Chase’s dream, and Miranda was the lucky woman who’d been granted the blessing of their love. They’d found her, fallen in love with her, made her fall in love with them and now the three of them had made a home together. They’d spent two months talking about and planning exactly how they wanted to decorate it. Which rooms would belong to the children they hoped to have, which rooms would be for guests. Vic and Chase had even built a home gym in the basement so the three of them could maintain their workouts as fall turned to winter, and a recreational room where all their friends could gather.
When she walked in the door from work, Miranda didn’t enter a house, she entered a home. And, if she were honest, it was the first one she’d had in her life. So if she was a tad protective, it was only to be expected.
“Jenna, that was crass,” Calleigh admonished.
Jenna blushed. “Sorry, it’s just that this place is so cool. I’m a little jealous.”
Miranda went over to Jenna and hugged her. “It’s okay.”
Miranda looked over at Calleigh who face scrunched up as she rubbed her protruding stomach. She hurried over and placed her hand over Calleigh’s. “You okay?”
“Yeah, probably indigestion. Happens a lot now that I’m at thirty-six weeks.”
“You’re not going into labour are you? Any lower back pain?”
“No, no back pain. The other day my obstetrician said that I was dilated two centimetres, but she didn’t expect anything to happen for at least another week.”
“Have you talked to Kevin recently?”
Calleigh nodded and continued to rub her stomach. “He’s in Baghdad. I told him I’d try and call when the boys arrive.” Calleigh looked over at Miranda with tears in her eyes. “I wish he were here.”
Miranda held Calleigh close. It was hard to see her friend so emotional. Over the past several months, they’d become close and while Miranda knew that Calleigh loved her husband it was hard to see the loneliness on her face. When Calleigh had asked Miranda to be her birthing coach, Miranda had tears of her own.
“I know, sweetie. But soon you’ll have two beautiful little babies to lavish your love on and before you know it, Kevin will be home.”
“But they keep saying that the bombing is getting worse over there. I was watching the news the other day and…” Calleigh sniffled and wiped at her eyes. “I heard that something like thirty two soldiers have died this month alone.”
“Cal, you can’t do that to yourself. You know right now your emotions are all over the place, if you do nothing but sit there was watch depressing news reports, you’ll make yourself go crazy,” Jenna said.
Calleigh sniffed again and a wavering smile crossed her lips. “Miranda, you think I could maybe use one of your four bathrooms for a moment?”
Miranda laughed and pointed towards the ensuite. “Right through there.”
She kept her eye on Calleigh’s back. She was so focused on her friend that she jumped when a pair of strong arms encircled her waist from behind.
“What has you so jumpy, honey?” Chase said.
“I’m a little worried about Calleigh. Maybe she should stay here with us. I don’t think she should be alone right now. It’s getting close to her due date and she’s really emotionally fragile with Kevin being gone and—”
“Okay, princess.” Vic said as he walked into the room. “Why don’t we offer her the green room? The soft mint walls and cream drapes you picked out are very calming. Maybe it’ll help soothe her.”
Miranda held out her hand for Vic and he came over. She stood between her men, surrounded by their love and closed her eyes to inhale their mingling scent. Her body responded predictably as did Vic’s and Chase’s, as evidenced by the bulges pressing against her lower back and stomach. She heard Vic and Chase exchange a kiss over her head and smiled.
“Wow, that’s hot,” Jenna said from the far side of the room.
Miranda peeked o
ut from between Vic and Chase—in truth she’d forgotten about Jenna’s presence in their bedroom. Jenna looked back and forth from the bed to Miranda, Vic and Chase, then back again. Miranda giggled when she heard a low moan come from her friend.
“Miranda?”
She turned to see Calleigh standing right outside the bathroom door. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth and one finger twisted around a stand of honey blonde hair.
“What’s wrong?”
“How long does it take you to get to work from here?”
“About twenty minutes. Why?”
“Cause I’m pretty sure my water just broke.”
The room erupted. Vic and Chase went into doctor mode and rushed over to Calleigh’s side. Miranda calmly walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of yoga pants. She walked over to Calleigh and with one hand up silenced the entire room.
She held out the pants. “Don’t worry about any clean up in there, but do you need any help with yourself?”
Calleigh shook her head, took the pants and disappeared back into the bathroom.
“All right, gentlemen. Vic, go get your car, it’ll be easier for Calleigh to get into than Chase’s SUV or my Jeep. Jenna, call labour and delivery tell them that we’re on the way and with whom. Chase, call Dr. Sandborne and tell her that Calleigh’s water has broken.”
Everyone rushed from the room to do their chores and Miranda rolled her eyes. Her lovers and friend had acted more like a gaggle of geese than a group of highly trained medical professionals. She stepped up to the bathroom door and knocked softly. “They’re all gone,” she said through the panel.
Calleigh opened the door with a soft giggle. “Is it always like that with those two?”
“No, most of the time they’re pretty quiet guys. So give me the scoop.”
“I figure maybe five minutes apart, and the last one was around sixty seconds.”
“To the hospital for you, madam. Let’s go.”
“What about my bag?”
“Give me your keys. I’ll have Jenna pick it up on the way. It’ll give her something useful to do.”
“Thanks, Miranda.”
“No, thank you, Calleigh. Accepting your friendship was one of the first steps I took in this new beginning that’s given me a blessed life. That will always be something I cherish, and if you ever need anything all you have to do is say the word.”
* * * *
Miranda lay in bed with Vic and Chase as dawn crept over the horizon. They’d just finished making love and she was warm and snuggled between the two men she loved.
“So Brandon and Michael are good names,” Vic said.
“Yeah, and did you see Calleigh’s face when her and Kevin’s call was finally connected? I could hear his shout from across the room,” Chase added.
Miranda still floated on a haze of pleasure. When they’d got home, the three of them had barely made it to the bedroom before they ravished each other. When Vic had slid deep inside Miranda’s ass and Chase had filled her pussy to the brim, they’d taken her higher and made her come so hard she’d backed out for a second. The emotions of the night had been so overwhelming for all three of them that their orgasms had drained the last of their energy, and now she wanted nothing more than to sleep in their arms, secure in their love for her and each other.
“You know, princess. You looked pretty good with Brandon in your arms.”
Miranda placed a kiss against Vic’s chest. “As did you with Michael. You think Calleigh will let us come over every once in a while?”
Chase nuzzled Miranda’s hair and his arm tightened around her. “I’m sure she will.”
“Good, because I think the three of us could use the practice.”
Chase and Vic stiffened against her. They rolled her onto her back and loomed over her.
“Why is that, honey?”
“Because I think it’d be nice to have some idea of what we’re doing…seven months from now.”
“You’re… We’re…” Vic stuttered.
“Pregnant?” Chase asked at the same time.
Miranda nodded, smiling. When two sets of pleasure-filled blue eyes stared down at her in wonder, she laughed and held out her arms. Chase and Vic crushed her to them, and Miranda knew that in her lovers’ arms, she’d finally found the life she always dreamed of. A life with perfect balance.
About the Author
If you look up the word conundrum in the dictionary, there should be a photo of Trina Lane. Her personality is so multifaceted that her friends have spent countless hours scratching their heads in wonder. A scientist with a passion for history, music and photography she loves to travel and experience new places but is terminally shy around people she doesn’t know.
Trina has been devouring romance novels since her tender teenage years, although only began writing two and half years ago. When her debut novel was met with resounding success, she said “Hey I can do that again”. The rest as they say is history.
Her choices in reading and writing material are as diverse as her iTunes library, which contains music from Mozart to Metallica. Her one concession is all stories must have a happily ever after ending-did we mention she’s incurably romantic?
She lives in Missouri with her loving and indulgent husband, and orange tabby cat–affectionately referred to as ‘Houdini’ for his stealthy escape attempts.
Email: [email protected]
Trina Lane loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.
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