Billings, Rachel - Three Men and a Woman: Felicity (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rachel Billings

  She dressed for her men now, and they had a tendency to fill her—Ri’s—closet with clothes that pleased them. Luckily, they weren’t into the trashy “ho” look. It was more the high-end call girl, classy-sex style. With emphasis on sex.

  They’d filled the drawers Ri had emptied for her, too. The theme ran to barely-there bras and lacy thongs. The latter optional, they all three agreed.

  She loved Wes. She loved the thought of an evening out with him. And so she took some care. She showered and recurled her hair. She redid her makeup, adding more glamour than she usually wore. And dabbed a touch of Wes’s favorite scent to places he’d no doubt discover later.

  Her car was a Mercedes E-class sedan now. Ri claimed he wanted it mostly for himself, so they’d have a decent size car to drive that wasn’t a truck. But she knew he’d looked with disdain at her compact and honestly worried about her safety in it.

  She hadn’t had a chance of winning that argument, though she’d given him a hard time about it for a while, just to keep her hand in.

  As planned, Wes was at the gate when she drove up to the pier. She was surprised by his appearance—he looked freshly shaved and he wore a suit. And he had flowers—an armful of perfect, gorgeous, red roses.

  No surprise, he walked to the driver’s side and opened the door for her. She’d learned none of her guys tolerated occupying the passenger seat while she drove. Apparently, it was an issue of “manliness” rather than a commentary on her driving skills.

  He stood close when she stepped out of the car. He settled the roses into her arms, conveniently leaving his hands free to cup both face and ass while he kissed her.

  It was a lovely kiss. Serious, as was his gaze when he lifted his head.

  She was a little uncertain. “Somebody’s selling roses off the pier now?”

  With amusement in his gaze, he shook his head.

  “You planned this. I bet your car is working.”

  He lifted a shoulder. “Maybe. I don’t know. I didn’t try it.”

  “What are you up to, Wesley Coleman?”

  “You’re going to have to wait to find out, Felicity Reed.”

  * * * *

  Wes vowed that was the last time he’d call her by that name. Very shortly, if he had anything to say about it, there was going to be a change.

  He ushered her around the car and tucked her into the passenger seat. Then he drove them home. If she was disappointed he didn’t take her downtown to the steakhouse as promised, she didn’t mention it.

  He left the car in the drive as they pulled in. Ri and Andy were supposed to be gone, a little deception that would be revealed if he opened the garage. He circled the car and let her out. With his hand on the small of her back, he walked her into the house.

  From the front door, he took her around to the formal dining room.

  Ri and Andy had stepped up, just like he’d asked them to. They were both there, suited up and looking good. The chandelier over the table was on low, with most of the light coming from candles that adorned every surface—the dining table, buffet, and wine cabinet. There were flowers, too—more roses on the table, bouquets in crystal vases on the buffet. Front and center on the table was a ring box.

  Felicity took in the room—and then each of the men. When her gaze got back to Wes, he leaned in and kissed her lips.

  “What’s this?” she asked.

  “This,” he said, his fingers stroking her soft cheek, “is our proposal.”

  “Oh,” she said, with a gratifying quiver in her voice. Looking a little panicky, she made nervous eye contact with Ri and then Andy. “Wes.”

  He nudged her futher into the room—close enough that he could take the box from the table. He pretty much had her attention as he opened it to show her the ring. “I want you to marry me, Felicity. Please?”

  “Wes,” she said again, in a whisper. Her gaze went to Ri then.

  “Wes first,” Reinen explained, “though I fought him for it. I found you, after all. But he was the one to see what there could be, here, for all of us, so I let him have his way. You marry him, and after a while you marry me instead. Andy goes last because, well, after all, he was an idiot about it.”

  “Not that big an idiot,” Andy put in. “But I can wait. Just not forever.”

  “Oh,” she said again, and Wes had to feel good that they’d stunned her to silence.

  “We love you, baby. We want to make it official.”

  “I love you, too. All of you. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

  Sure she’d forgotten them, Wes lifted the roses from her arms and set them on the table. Then he took her left hand and slipped the ring onto her finger.

  She seemed to be as dazzled by it, as she should be. They’d put some effort into it. The band was a twist of three strands of gold—white, yellow, and rose. From either side, prongs of each color curled up and around to hold the three carat diamond in place.

  They’d had six more bands made, two in each tone of gold. One of each color was encircled with diamonds, sized to fit Felicity’s finger. The others were plain wedding bands, sized for the men. She’d get one more ring on each of her three wedding days.

  Wes was determined that the white gold bands would be on his finger and hers damn soon.

  He took his love into to his arms and got down to some serious smooching. He slid his hand under her dress—one he’d gotten her, that hugged her curves just so—and cupped her ass.

  He didn’t get long with her, though. Ri started nudging him, seeking his own chance with her. But before she went to him, his girl looked up at him and let him see the love in those green eyes. “I love you, Wesley.”

  “I love you, too, baby.”

  Ri seemed to be going for her tonsils, and Wes could tell his hand under Fee’s dress was up to a lot more of the nasty than Wes had given her. There was another exchange of those vows of love before Andy stepped in. Ri wasn’t letting go, though, and by the time Andy got done swapping spit and love words, her ass was bare and her tits had been worked out of that sweet dress.

  In another minute, it was clear that the dining table was going to be put to a new use.

  Well, not entirely new. Wes was pretty sure he wasn’t the only one who’d laid a determined plan to fuck Felicity in every room in the house.

  But this, this four-way love, the triple-penetration that was about to happen, well, the table had never been put to better use, that was sure.

  He happened to know where the secret little zipper was, under her arm. He pushed his way in to get at it, and everybody liked the effect. Suit jackets, dress shirts and ties rained down onto the floor, and flies opened to let out hard, throbbing cocks. Ri found her pussy first, and Andy helped himself to her ass. Wes was content to watch her sink into the bliss as his friends fucked her. He angled in enough to find her lips and kiss her, tasting the passion that was their blessing.

  Then he held her head and brought her forward a bit. She had better things to do with that mouth.

  Epilogue

  Three years later

  The April sun was hot on the pier, and Felicity knew that some of the partiers would be surprised later by their sunburns. Many of the sailors coming home today had families right in Norfolk, but for others, parents and assorted relatives had traveled from distant homes. Places where you didn’t have to think about sunscreen this early in the spring.

  The Navy had made a tiger cruise of the last two days. They’d off-loaded the helo flight crews in Mayport and brought on family members who wanted to join their sailors for the sail from Florida. Children, parents, siblings—whoever—had been entertained by wild ship maneuvers, firing fifty cals off the deck, nightly fireworks or movies in the hangar, and surf-and-turf cookouts on the helo pads.

  Spouses and lovers were not allowed. Especially not women six months pregnant.

  That being so, Felicity waited for Andy’s cruiser at the pier. Ri stood next to her, hand touching, gently massaging the small of her back. This was h
is baby growing in her, and nothing brought out the possessive streak in her men like a pregnancy.

  She’d learned that more than two years before, when she’d given Wes little Henry.

  Wes had that rambunctious toddler at the party tent now, along with Juniper, getting their faces painted.

  It had been a seven-month deployment. Felicity smiled to herself, knowing she was the only woman on the pier with a six-month pregnancy who didn’t have some ’splaining to do. Still, it was too long to be without one of her favorite men.

  Each of the men had been deployed twice since she’d been with them. Definitely, the hurt was taken off that by the presence of one or both of her other lovers, but still, she didn’t like it. They all accepted it as part of Navy life, just as every other family on the pier had to.

  And they made adjustments, like other families did, too. Andy had transferred to another ship, so he and Ri wouldn’t necessarily be gone at the same time. Ri intended to talk to his detailer and request that his upcoming shore duty assignment be at the base hospital, so, with luck, he’d be home for three years straight. Wes’s ship would have another deployment later in the summer, but he expected that would be his last. He had plenty of opportunity to take a job with a civilian contractor—same work, better pay, and less shit, he said. And no fucking deployments. He planned to work on his master’s in electronics, and fucking stay home, he said. He didn’t like being away from the kids. Or his girl.

  Ri and Andy still thought they’d put their twenty years in, but she knew that, with children involved, they might change their minds. It was harder and harder for Andy to leave Junie.

  Happily, Junie was old enough to remember her father now through the months he was gone, and to be anxiously awaiting his return. As they all were.

  There was a huge stirring of energy on the pier now at the first sighting of the cruiser. Wes came and handed Henry over to Ri so he could lift Junie up onto his shoulders and give her a view over everyone else’s heads.

  The families on the pier searched eagerly for their own sailors, who all looked so much the same in their dress whites and standing immobile, manning the rails. It was a long wait while the ship was berthed, eager new daddies stepped ashore first to meet their babies, the captain greeted his wife on board—he’d be the last to leave the ship—and the lottery winner crossed the brow for first kiss.

  With Ri, Wes, and the kids, Felicity waited for Andy. He hadn’t put his name in for first kiss. Folks around the yard had pretty much gotten the clue that Felicity was attached to all three men, but they didn’t rub anyone’s face in it. It didn’t seem right to put in for first kiss when the woman you wanted was some other sailor’s wife at the moment.

  That would change in another year or so, Andy kept reminding Ri. Just as he kept reminding Fee that she owed him a child, too. Apparently, none of them were going to be satisfied with just one.

  Felicity’s home life was becoming more and more complicated and demanding. She’d talked with her manager, Judy, and they had a plan. Felicity was moving into a part-time administrative job, taking on the role of safety nurse, responsible for unit practices and staff training to maximize safe care of patients.

  She was fully satisfied with both the work and family aspects of her life. Two men’s arms held her, waist and shoulder, while she waited for her third. What did she have to complain about?

  Finally, finally Andy made his way through the gate. When a path cleared, Wes set Juniper on her feet so she could make the dash into her father’s arms. Just as eager, Andy lifted his daughter up and held her tight, his face buried into her hair as he breathed her in. But his gaze was over Juniper’s head, locked with Felicity’s.

  He tucked Junie into one arm and, one deliberate step at a time, he came closer. He stopped when he was a couple yards away, when Felicity would have to remove herself from Ri’s and Wes’s arms to be in his. They both held in anticipation of that moment for a long breath.

  Then, with no deliberate thought about it, she was there with him. She had one arm around his neck and the other circled over his as he held Junie. He had his free arm at her waist, pulling her in close while he took her mouth.

  Though, not as close as he’d have liked, obviously. There was that pregnancy in the way.

  He made a long, slow reacquaintance with her mouth. When he lifted, Ri and Wes were on either side, their own greetings to him pretty much necessarily limited to claps on the back. He shot Ri a glance before he looked back at her, warmth and love in his eyes.

  “I can’t believe you let this idiot knock you up while I was gone.”

  She smiled. “I couldn’t help myself.”

  “You look good with it, though.” The warmth turned to heat. “You don’t think I’m going to take it easy on you because of it, do you?”

  She knew he would. They all did, while she was pregnant. Though they certainly found plenty of ways to keep her and themselves happy. “It never crossed my mind.”

  She just barely got the words out before her mouth was his again. A few minutes later, the whole family group, hand-in-hand, arm-in-arm—in some way, they were all touching—left the pier.

  Because of Juniper, they headed first to West Azalea Point Road, where an addition was underway to accommodate the growing family. They’d all be together there until the kids were in bed.

  Still, there was a suite downtown with Andy’s name on it, one with a high, four-posted bed and a nice hot tub. Each of the men had spent time there alone with Felicity, on their first nights back from deployment.

  It was a fine new Navy tradition.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Rachel Billings takes her pen name from her hometown. She lives in Western New York now, where she works, writes, and gardens. But she still misses the Big Sky.

  She comes from farmers and likes to dig in the dirt then sit back and watch things grow. She takes a similar approach to the raising of her three children. Her husband, being a scientist, takes a more methodical approach.

  Rachel started writing stories in her head when she was five. They featured spunky girls who performed heroic acts while looking great and earning the admiration of attractive males. In short, they were preludes to the stories she writes today.

  Rachel writes romance and erotic fiction. With her writing, she hopes to entertain and maybe even inspire. She considers her work to be fantasy and realizes that some events described may not be physically possible or even smart. Not all things should be tried at home.

  She believes in love and firmly holds that, whether shared by two people or four, it should feel good to all parties. And in that, sex is the least of her meanings.

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