by Piper Rayne
“My turn,” Jay says, taking my hand.
Ford pulls back, nipping at my lip one last time. Jay wastes no time finding my mouth, branding me with his own sexy charm. His hands slide up my neck, and my body shivers with anticipation. If Ford is a master with his fingers, Jay rivals that skill with his tongue. His hands possessively cup my face, his dark eyes taking me in before lowering his mouth for a kiss.
It’s deep and sensual, as if he can’t get enough of me and never wants it to end.
I wrap my arms around his waist, finding his lean hips and then sliding my hands over his sculpted ass.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for you, Firefly.”
“I’m worth the wait, right?” I tease.
“You’re worth everything.” He playfully pushes me back onto the bed, and I can’t help but giggle. It dies on my lips though, when I see the heated longing in his eyes.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he says, running his hand up my thigh.
I move higher on the bed at his urging, his eyes zeroing in on the crevice between my legs. “I want to taste you, Fallon.”
Jay gently kisses the firefly tattoo on my hipbone, as he always does. Then he trails his mouth along my stomach and down the inside of my parted legs, his fingers squeezing the soft skin of my upper thighs. I moan, the anticipation of that first flick of his tongue nearly undoing me.
I open my eyes, which is a mistake. Ford is watching us hungrily, desire burning in his eyes and making them richer, darker—an amber shade of sexual arousal that comes out to play whenever the three of us are together. His hand lowers to his abdomen. I can’t take my eyes off him as he traverses his happy trail and finds his thick, swollen shaft.
That’s when Jay’s soft, warm tongue finds my center. Electricity shoots through me, and my hands instinctively find his thick, long hair. Gripping the tresses, I’m unable to appreciate how soft each strand feels. All my senses are diverted to one place—the apex where Jay’s mouth is slowly, sensually kissing me. Worshiping me.
His tongue languidly traces along my opening before flicking gently when he gets to the top. My body spasms as he hits my clitoris just right, my body happily surrendering with each lash of his tongue. He continues to tease, taste, stroke—but my body needs more. Jay knows it too. He can read my body like it’s his full-time job. His mouth covers my sensitive bud now, his tongue worshipping it until my thighs shake.
He moans appreciatively, then slides his tongue back along my wet center again.
“More,” I gasp.
“I know, Firefly. I know,” he breathes. “Patience.”
His fingers trail my opening, replacing his tongue. As he kisses and bites and suckles me, his fingers slide into my center. My hips lift of their own accord, pressing closer to his mouth as he makes love to me with his tongue and fingers. My body sings his praises, every sensation overstimulated and ready to burst. My body’s grown used to this kind of pleasure now—the raw need of being with both men. The only problem is the loss is that much greater when I don’t have them.
But Jay doesn’t let me dwell in that concern. He presses another finger deep inside me, curling them just so. My thighs grip him as he flicks his tongue faster—the sounds of him loving me, making me wild with lust.
“God, Jay!” I can’t take it any longer.
Ford walks over, no longer watching and stroking himself, as he loves to do. I glue my eyes to his as he circles the bed. My insides weep with gratitude because I know that hungry look. And I want nothing more than to answer it. I want to give the man everything tonight. My body. My heart. My soul.
Hell—who am I kidding? They both already have them.
Ford cups my breasts, his mouth covering my nipple and sucking hard. I gasp, my body shaking as it tumbles over the edge, another orgasm slamming into me. The vibrations of Jay’s moans add to the intensity of every wave, and he continues to lap at my core as I ride down my high.
Only in the safety of my guys am I able to express myself this way—investigate my desire and surrender to them. It feels scary, vulnerable, and sacred all at once. All I know is, it feels right. My body feels most at home in the safety of their arms.
“You’re the only taste I can ever think of, Fallon. The one I crave the most. My god, you taste amazing,” Jay says as Ford kisses up my chest and neck, reaching my lips.
“I love you,” I whisper to Ford.
“I love you, too. You’re what keeps me tethered.”
We lay there a while longer, our bodies tangled as we catch our breaths. I can’t help but smile. Every time I’m with them, it feels like my heart caves a little deeper. And I can tell by the way they both looked at me tonight that they feel the same way.
I need this. I need them.
As we get ready for bed, warmth floods over me as joy fills my heart. It sounds cheesy, even to me, but somehow, the three of us complete each other. We just make sense. There’s no jealousy, no rivalry, no competition.
They love me so much. They just want to make me happy.
Mission accomplished.
That night, I fall asleep with a soft, satiated smile on my face. And what did I dream of?
I dreamed of us falling asleep this way together . . . forever.
Chapter Seven
Jameson
Last night was exactly what we needed—all of us. There is something about our connection that allows me to relax.
Watching Ford and Fallon together makes me hard. Even this morning, as I stand here drinking a cup of coffee watching the sun rise, all I can think about is being with her. Not just once a year, but every day.
I want to wake up with her beside me or between us every morning. I want to go to bed with her snuggled up in my arms. I need to take care of her when she’s sick. People think they have a right to tell others how to live, and it pisses me off. No one should be allowed to tell anyone else how to live their life—especially ours. We’re not hurting anyone by loving each other.
The sky has a stunning glow as the sun rises. I finish my coffee then head into the house to pack our backpacks for a day hike while they sleep.
I get the bacon in the oven quickly so I can make breakfast tacos to eat while we’re out. I fill the travel cups with coffee and chop up some fruit and veggies to take along with granola bars. I add extra water bottles to the pile before I head into the bedroom to wake them up.
“Good morning,” I say loudly as I crawl onto the bed and wake Fallon with a kiss. It doesn’t take more than a couple of seconds before she’s kissing me back. I pull her to my body, rolling over and laying her on top of me.
Ford is moaning and groaning on the other side of the bed. “Quit your grumping and get your ass in the shower,” I say to him.
He just mumbles at me before getting up, cock saluting the world, then heading into the bathroom and turning on the shower.
It doesn’t matter how old we get, Ford will never be a morning person. From the first time I met him in the dorm in college, he’s been a miserable human when he wakes up. It makes me wonder how he ever gets to work on time. But then, I guess when you’re a fed, a typical schedule isn’t an eight to five.
“You ready for some time in nature?” I ask Fallon as she snuggles into me. “The coffee is ready, but you have to get out of bed for it.” I run my fingers up and down the soft skin of her back before popping her on the ass.
“Hey,” she screeches in my ear, then laughs.
“Time to get this fine ass moving.” She rolls off me and plants her feet on the floor.
“Fine, I’m going to shower with Ford then.” Sticking out her tongue at me, she winks and heads into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
“Damn it,” I say to myself. I knew I should have stayed in bed longer.
FALLON
I notice as I dress for a day outdoors that I’m sore from the guys worshipping my body last night. And I love it. I can’t explain the way I feel the morning after we spend the night together. M
y body moves a bit slower, and I feel the remnants of our lovemaking in every muscle. When I am finally dressed in my hiking clothes—otherwise known as yoga pants, a long sleeve tee, and my sneakers—I head into the kitchen to see if I can help Jameson with anything, but it looks like he’s got it all together.
“Well, aren’t you Mr. Mom,” I quip, and he turns from where he’s cleaning the stove and side-eyes me.
I nearly fall over laughing because taking care of others is Jay’s love language. It’s so nice to have someone who will take care of me instead of me having to take care of them. I love cooking and entertaining, but my family struggles with deciding little things, like what’s for dinner. It’s exhausting having to make all the decisions at work and when I’m with my family. Thankfully, I have my own place, but you’d never know it because the minute I walk into my parents’ house, they stop making decisions. It’s the oddest dynamic I’ve ever experienced.
When I’m with the guys, it’s nice to have someone anticipating my needs. Although I don’t need someone to take care of me, I can’t deny how great it feels when it’s Jay or Ford making me their priority.
“Everything is ready. Just need to grab the backpacks,” he tells me.
“Where’s Ford?” I ask.
“He’s cleaning out his truck so we can take it. I have no idea how it’s such a wreck since he’s only driven from the airport to here.”
Ford is a clean freak in most aspects of his life, but when it comes to a vehicle, he’s a disaster—always has been, I’m sure always will be.
“Ahh, gotcha. Some things never change,” I laugh and open my backpack to start loading it up with everything we need: sunscreen, water, snacks, bug spray, and wipes.
He loads up the other two packs, and we head out hand in hand for a day of fun in the sun.
The drive to Enchanted Rock doesn’t take long, and we spend the time catching up on all the things that have happened in the last year.
“My sister got married a couple of months ago. I’m so glad it’s over. For almost a year, all I heard was my mother bitching because Indy was a Bridezilla and wanted everything her way. I don’t know how many times I told Mom that she was the Motherzilla because it was Indy’s wedding, and she should have what she wanted,” Ford says.
“I swear, if I ever get married, I’m going to just elope. I can’t imagine how awful my mom would be, and I can’t take it. She’d want me to have the best wedding ever, but she’s also a socialite and would want to invite all of Houston society. No way!”
“You want to get married?” Jay asks, glancing over at me. His voice is thick and unsteady, which shocks me. His eyes dart toward Ford, then back to me.
“I do. I know that if we stay together, it won’t be a traditional wedding because of antiquated laws and such.” I shrug my shoulders. “But yeah, I’d love to wear a white dress and get married at sunset.”
As soon as the words are out, my heart skips a beat. I want to marry these men. I want to be with them forever, but I have no idea how it would work.
“Do you guys want to get married?” I ask them, my voice shaking. The door is already open, so I might as well walk through it.
Jay is the first to respond, and I’m not shocked by that. “Absolutely.”
Ford is slower to reply. “I haven’t really thought about it. Mostly because I don’t know how it would work.”
He’s not wrong about that. There is only one way that I can picture this working and that is if I was legally married to one and had a commitment ceremony with the other. Then we’d have to have a large home, with a smaller one on a large parcel of property. At some point, we’d have to tell our families, but we would need to be discreet until then.
“All I know is when I imagine what my wedding looks like, it’s the three of us. If I can’t have both of you, I don’t want anyone.”
The truck goes silent, no one saying a thing. I’m sure they’re both lost in their own heads, much like I am.
I watch the landscape change from fields of wildflowers and grapes to the old-school town of Fredericksburg, and now the rise of Enchanted Rock comes into view.
As much as I would love to discuss our future together, I can feel the tension my declaration has created. It’s a topic we will leave for another time. For now, it’s about us being together.
Chapter Eight
Ford
This is the last thing I thought we’d be talking about this weekend. Marriage. Three. I’d love to be married to her, and I can unequivocally say I don’t want to be married to Jay. He is my best friend, but I don’t want to be with him that way.
When we were in college and chatting about how much we both loved Fallon, it was easy. I’m sure Fallon thought about a future with both of us or one of us, but I didn’t. All I thought about was how much I loved her and that I wanted to be with her. When Jay said he adored her and wanted to be with her also, we came to an agreement.
I’m sure there are moments when we wondered if we were all bat shit crazy, but the reality is it works for us. There are times we’ve each been with Fallon alone, too. It is how we’ve always been, and I’m okay with it.
All I want is for Fallon to be happy and loved.
Whatever she needs from me, I’ll do.
I don’t care that her father hates me because I came from a middle-class family. He’s a wealthy father who takes his traditions to the extreme. I’m sure he decided when Fallon was born that he would find her the perfect husband. Someone who is rich and can take care of her financially. I wonder if he ever considered that taking care of her heart is just as important as money, if not more.
It makes me crazy that it’s been five years since we graduated, and she still works for him. I’m sure he’s offered her a ton of money to help him at the office. Fallon has always had money because he is a good provider, but the one thing she doesn’t have is the ability to tell him no when he asks for help.
Her father is one manipulative son of a bitch, and I hate him for it.
Right after we graduated, Fallon invited me to come to Houston to visit her, and who was I to tell her no. I booked a hotel close to her parents’ house where she was living at the time. We spent most of the weekend bumming around town and hanging out by their pool.
It wasn’t until after dinner on Sunday night when her father took me to his study and began questioning me. Where was I from? Did I have a job? What was I going to do with the rest of my life?
I knew right then he would never deem me good enough for his little girl. I was correct in that assumption.
When I told him I had applied to be a special agent at the Drug Enforcement Administration, he laughed in my face, then pulled his checkbook out of the oversized wooden desk that took up most of the room.
I watched him write out a check and hand it over to me. I glanced down at the check—one hundred thousand dollars, from the account of Arison Trust.
Shaking my head, I refused it, pushing it back across the desk to him. “I’m sorry, sir. I can’t take this.”
“You can, and you will. My daughter deserves better than someone like you.”
Instead of arguing with him, I folded the check and put it in my pocket, planning to show Fallon before I left. Only, I didn’t want to lose her, so I kept quiet.
The next day I made a copy of the check and placed it in my home safe before opening a new account and depositing it. One day I’ll tell her about what happened and figure out what to do with the money. Until then, it continues to earn interest. The one thing it could never do? Cause me to turn my back on someone I love more than anything or anyone else in this world.
Chapter Nine
Fallon
The day goes by in a flash. The giant mound of rocks that rise from the earth are various shades of red with dots of green where the trees plant their roots. The sun beats down on us and it isn’t long before I’ve stripped off my long sleeve shirt, tying it around my waist.
Summer in Texas is never cool,
but I’m more used to the humidity in Houston than the drier air that plagues the Hill Country. It is nice that the evenings tend to cool off a bit more here than at home.
For and Jameson are mindful of the heat and make us stop for frequent water breaks. I watch as they walk slightly ahead of me for a few minutes, lost in conversation. It isn’t often that we can spend time together in public. Watching them, I can see that over the years they’ve become more than friends. If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were brothers.
I watch Jay’s body tense as he stops and moves off to the side of the trail, allowing others to pass. None of us planned on having the conversation about marriage, but I’m glad we are. It’s important to me that they can come to terms with how I feel. I want to be with them, but only if they’re able to be comfortable with the three of us being together. I could never choose between them.
Each year, when I leave them after our weekend together, it gets harder and harder for my heart to heal. My family doesn’t hesitate to call me out and ask what’s going on. Especially my sister. Farrah may be younger than me in age, but she’s much older in spirit. From the time she was born, I remember my grandmother saying she had an old soul. At six years old, that didn’t make much sense to me, but now, it’s easy to see.
Farrah is the caretaker in our family. She spends time with my mother’s chef, learning to make all our favorite foods. She volunteers with a charity that helps teach older people how to read while she is going to college. One day, she’s going to meet a man whose soul speaks to hers and appreciates her for all she offers.
Me, I’ve already found that person—persons. Ford and Jameson are my people. My home.
Ford turns and holds his hand out for me to grasp as I walk closer to them. Electricity shoots to my heart as soon as we connect. He pulls me against his chest, and I lean my head back on his shoulder, opening my neck up to his kisses.
