Raising the Bar

by Marie Harte

“Fuck. I want you two so much. Been so hard without you,” he moaned.

  Behind him, Harper finished taking off his clothes. Then he started stripping Dylan.

  “I’d say you’re hard with us, right now,” Freddy teased and reached between them to graze his arousal. “Let us have you, Dylan. Right now.”

  “And tomorrow,” Harper added, pulling at Dylan’s pants.

  “And the next day.” Freddy had listened to Harper’s concerns about Dylan. She knew what he’d said to be true. She and Harper might have some experience with a true ménage, but Dylan was a newbie. They’d need to go easy on him.

  But not tonight.

  Dylan’s breath caught and she grinned. “Tell me, Doc. What’s he doing?”

  “Shit. He just parted my ass, now he’s rimming me. Sticking those fat fingers into me.”

  Underneath him, Freddy moaned and writhed, her nipples so friggin’ tight. Dylan stopped talking and sucked harder. The man just loved her firm, feminine body and Harper’s strong, muscular frame—or so he’d continually told them before leaving them.

  “Need to fuck you,” Harper growled. “Your ass is mine tonight.” Harper had been so good, waiting. Letting Freddy take control. God, she loved him so much.

  “And your cock is mine,” Freddy promised Dylan, her heart ablaze when he pulled back and looked down at her. “We missed you, Doc.”

  He blinked to clear the tears misting his vision. She liked that, so much. “Not more than I missed you two. I wanted to chalk up these intense feelings as lingering effects from the newness of it all. The incredible sex. Hell, just being around you pretty people is reason enough to want more. But, Jesus, I missed you so much. Harper’s actually a funny guy.” He groaned. “When he’s not driving me out of my mind. Lube me already. I’m not going to take long to come. Not with these tits and that cunt under me,” he rasped and licked his lips. Oh, the dirty talk. He’s crazy in lust. “Freddy, you are without a doubt my every dream come true in a woman. I want to lick your tats with my tongue. I want to fuck your ass, your pussy, that mouth…”

  “Yes. My mouth. I think that’s exactly what you need.”

  Harper pulled him back and she scooted out from under him. She stood on the bed and spread her thighs. “Why don’t we start with a treat? You two can take turns.” She fingered her folds and spread them for her men, showing them her hard clit.

  Dylan didn’t wait. He latched on to her and sucked and stroked. Then he stopped and Harper took over. Lingering caresses on her thighs and ass thrilled her, but no more than the love in their eyes when they watched her rise to rapture.

  She came with Dylan’s mouth over her and Harper’s fingers inside her.

  “You cheated,” she accused them when she could breathe again. Harper just grinned at her, and she vowed to make him pay. “Harper, in that chair. Get yourself nice and slick.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he intoned. “She has a thing for control, man,” he said to Dylan. “It’s so hot. She really gets into it.”

  “The boots. Has she worn them again?” Dylan asked in a rough voice. His cock was so thick and flushed. Her poor man needed relief.

  “Oh yeah.” Harper licked his lips. “Hell. Hold on.” He spun Dylan to face him and dropped to his knees. Then his mouth was over Dylan, and he was blowing him with loud sucking moans.

  Dylan closed his eyes, and she was painfully aroused by the sound of his desperate moans.

  “Harper, not yet,” Freddy insisted.

  “You’re a cruel, cruel woman.” Dylan swore when Harper left him hanging, literally. His cock bobbed and was bigger than Freddy had ever seen it. “I swear, you look at me wrong, I’ll come,” Dylan threatened, sweating.

  Harper laughed and sat in the chair she’d nodded to. The thing was big enough to seat him and Dylan. She saw him lube himself nice and slick, then she led Dylan by the hand to his side.

  “Sit on him, facing me.”

  Dylan’s breathing increased, and the pleasure on his face nearly did her in. He looked so excited, so incredibly beautiful, caught in the forefront of bliss.

  With Harper’s and her help, Dylan poised over Harper’s thick cock. Freddy gripped the base of Harper’s cock, loving the feel of him so slick. And then Dylan worked himself over Harper, sliding slowly down that fat shaft, his back to Harper’s front.

  “Jesus. So good.” Harper groaned and gripped Dylan’s hips, easing him down.

  Dylan was moaning, pleading to give Freddy anything she wanted if only she’d let him come. And then she gave him what he wanted. As Harper slowly controlled Dylan’s movements up and down his shaft, Freddy grazed Harper’s balls.

  He shoved up into Dylan so hard Dylan cried out. She spotted the small burst of seed jetting from Dylan’s slit and knew he’d nearly reached his peak.

  “I love you, Dylan.” She put her hands on his thighs and took him into her mouth just as Harper cried out and came.

  And Dylan was with him. He filled her mouth and her heart, a rush of pleasure that tasted like the perfect mix of desire and ecstasy. Awash in the scent and feel of her lovers, she sucked Dylan and licked him clean, then nuzzled Harper’s balls and stroked his thighs until he stiffened again and moaned.

  “Harper, you’re impressive,” she purred.

  Dylan lay limply, and she scooted closer to him to hug him tight. She smothered him against Harper, but he didn’t seem to mind. Sprawled over Harper, his ass still speared by that thick shaft, and replete with his own orgasm, Dylan’s angelic smile had her falling in love with him all over again.

  “This won’t be easy,” he said without opening his eyes. “I’m sure to annoy you both at some point in our lives.”

  “Oh, I’m sure of that,” Harper said on a groan. “But, man, you can do whatever you want if you let me tap this ass. You too, Freddy. Ass or pussy, your choice.”

  “Try her mouth. She’s got a wicked tongue,” Dylan rasped.

  “True.” Harper and Freddy slowly worked together to pull Dylan up and off of Harper.

  Dylan wobbled, but Freddy caught him.

  “Bathroom,” she and Harper said as one.

  Dylan’s shower was big enough to fit the three of them, if not comfortably, at least without them being plastered against the walls.

  After a quick shower together, they moved once more to his bed and slumped into it together. “I love you guys so much,” Dylan said on a sigh.

  “Me too, Doc,” she and Harper said at the same time. They laughed.

  “You’re bound to think too hard about shit,” Harper warned.

  “And I’m a really perky morning person,” she admitted. Both men groaned. “But I’ll try not to be too cheery before nine a.m. How’s that?”

  Harper answered, “That will work. But I have to tell you, this living arrangement isn’t going to work. I want to be with you guys more.”

  “Me too.”

  “Yeah,” Dylan agreed and snuggled closer to Harper and Freddy. He lifted her to lie on top of him, so that Harper and he could stroke her together. They had to throw off the comforter because the guys gave off too much heat. “But I know this agent that could help us find the perfect house. I have family connections, so I’ll make sure she doesn’t rob us on commission.”

  Harper chuckled. “Sounds good to me. Freddy? You okay with finding a place together? I mean, this is pretty sudden.”

  “I don’t care where we live, as long as it’s together. And FYI, we’re going to take it slow with marriage and babies and stuff.”

  Both men stiffened. “Babies?” Dylan asked.

  “Not yet.” She snickered at the pair. “But someday I’d like a kid or two. Or three.”

  “I like three. Just think. You could have twins.” Dylan grinned.

  “Um, Freddy?” Harper sounded apologetic. “My mom was a twin. So I guess that ups the odds.”

  “Forget I mentioned babies.” The guys had the nerve to laugh. “But something we need to discuss. Dylan? Do you want us to keep
quiet about our relationship? Harper and I are okay with going public, but we don’t want to put added stress on you.”

  “No. I’m good. We don’t need to wear a sign or anything. But I’m not going to hide how I feel about you two.” He paused. “My mom wants to meet you both. And I’m sorry to say, she’s rabid about grandkids.”

  “You told her about us?” Harper asked, stunned.

  “Yep. Derrick knows too.” Dylan burst out laughing. “Shit. I almost forgot.” He explained the conversation about “My Harper”, and Harper cracked up.

  “I’m missing something.” Freddy kissed Dylan’s chin.

  “You’ll see. I have an invite to a party this Friday, and my brothers have been invited as well.

  Freddy cackled with glee. “Oh yes. We have to meet your brothers at my brother’s party. I think my father might be there too.”

  “You want us to meet him?”

  Harper snorted. “I think she wants us to freak him the hell out. From what I’ve heard about the great Judge Goode, I’m inclined to freak away.”

  “Wait. Judge Goode?” Dylan stared hard at Freddy. “Oh shit. You’re that Fredericka. No wonder I feel like I’ve known you forever.” He started laughing again.

  It took Freddy a moment to understand. “My father is one of your patients?”

  “Not anymore.”

  Harper kissed him, which stopped Dylan from laughing. And then the whispers and pleas for more turned hot and heavy again, and the three of them loved one another into the night.

  Chapter Ten

  Brian glared at his sister, and Harper knew all was right with the world. Only a few days after their make-up, and it was as if he, Freddy and Dylan had never parted. They alternated their nights at each other’s houses, but he couldn’t wait until they were finally living together, in their own place.

  They continued to work out the kinks in their relationship, though the mundane day-to-day chores had pretty much evened themselves out. Dylan and Freddy took turns cooking. Harper had dish duty, though Dylan’s attention to detail when cooking bordered on OCD. Freddy made a mess, plain and simple. But, man, could she cook.

  He smiled at her, watching her talk with animated gestures to her brother. Together they looked enough alike to be twins themselves.

  “She’s just…ours.” Dylan sighed.

  “Yeah. Such a pain the ass, but lovable.”

  “I thought that was your description.” Dylan leaned closer to whisper, “You know, for Christmas I thought we could give Freddy a show. Maybe I fuck your ass really slow, and we let her watch. She’s dying to film us.”

  “No way in hell.” Harper pulled back to glare at him. “The filming part, I mean.”

  Dylan’s smile widened. “Sure thing, handsome. No cameras.” He leaned closer and added, “Or condoms.”

  Harper groaned. “Cut it out, Doc. We’re in public and I’m sporting wood. Oh shit, is that Derrick coming over here?”

  Dylan chuckled and moved to stand in front of Harper. The dick.

  “You know I’m gonna make you pay for that.”

  “I can’t wait.” Dylan waved at his brother. Brothers. Gage appeared behind Derrick and stared with narrowed eyes at Harper.

  Derrick stopped and shook his head. “Harper. I expected better than this from you.”

  Gage snorted with laughter and stuck out a hand. “Hey, Harper. What’s shakin’?”

  “Your brother,” Harper answered. “He’s afraid of me. And he should be.”

  To his delight, Dylan flushed. “Shut up.”

  Derrick laughed. “Did you see that, Gage? Dr. Dork just blushed.”

  “Dr. Dork? Really?” Dylan asked, annoyed. Then his expression cleared. “I’m sorry, Derrick. I would introduce you, but I remember you already know my partner. I believe you called him, and I quote, ‘My Harper’. Did you tell Sydney about that?”

  Derrick turned as red as Dylan had been. So cute, these twins. “I did not.”

  Dylan shook his head. “So possessive. Harper, I think he has a crush.”

  “Fuck you.” Derrick glared.

  Gage rolled his eyes. “Stellar comeback, bro. Man. And you call me the moron. So, Harper, what did you think of Malley’s proposal for the Riverwalk?”

  Harper chatted with Gage for a few moments while keeping his eye on Dylan and Freddy. Dylan and Derrick stood together and talked, and more than one person ran an admiring gaze over the pair.

  So fucking hot, his doc. He noticed Freddy’s mirth and her brother’s dismay and nodded at Dylan, grabbing his attention.

  An older, distinguished man approached Brian Goode, and Harper and Dylan left the Warrens to support their woman.

  “Hey, Dad.” Freddy gave her father an overbright smile, not in the least chastised by his stern countenance.

  Brian sighed. “Judge. I didn’t think you’d show.”

  “Of course I would, son. I’m here to tender my support.”

  Was her brother running for office? Harper shot a glance at Freddy, who was now standing behind her father. She pretended to be hanging herself, and both he and Dylan coughed to hide laughter. Her father turned and she stopped herself in time, looking like an angel.

  Even Brian had a grin on his face when his father turned back around.

  Then Judge Goode seemed to realize Dylan and Harper were standing close by. He frowned at Harper, but recognized Dylan. “Dr. Warren. You know my son?”

  Harper waited for it. Dylan might have said he didn’t want to hide, but he had a touch of reserve about him. And Judge Goode was obviously someone with ties in the community.

  But Dylan didn’t skip a beat. He pulled Freddy into his arms and kissed her on the mouth. “Actually, Judge, I’m in love with your daughter.”

  The judge seemed to straighten, a gleam of approval on his face. “What a pleasant surprise—”

  Then Dylan turned and kissed Harper flush on the mouth. “And this is Harper, the man we love.”

  The Judge just stared at them in horror. Brian merely looked on, waiting for the drama to end. The room had gone suspiciously quiet. The judge turned on his heel and left the party.

  “What?” Dylan turned to Brian. “Was it something I said?”

  Freddy and Brian shared a glance, then laughed. Dylan’s brothers neared with their prospective wives, and more introductions were made. The party got into full swing, and Harper received congratulations and pats on the back from more than just the Warrens, but from Freddy’s and his friends as well. For all that Augusta had a large population, it was a small town at heart. Rumors would swirl, and soon everyone would know just how tight Harper, Dylan and Freddy were.

  Things wouldn’t always be easy. The bigots were sure to show their faces, sooner or later. But with Dylan and Freddy by his side, Harper had everything he needed. And then he heard those famous last words…

  “Hey, Freddy,” Brian said softly, “I’m calling in that favor.”

  Dylan waited until Harper and Freddy were immersed in conversation with Brian before he slipped into the crowd to find James. He’d spotted his mother just seconds ago, and James wouldn’t be far behind. He and Barbara had promised to put in an appearance before disappearing. They planned to spend the night and Christmas Eve somewhere special, just the two of them. But Christmas would be spent at Derrick and Sydney’s house just a few doors down. It appeared that not only would Freddy and Harper join them, but Brian too.

  “Love me, love my family,” he muttered, repeating what Freddy had said to him before they’d arrived. Truth be told, he liked Brian. Her father…he’d never respected the judge, but the man paid on time. And, God, he had issues to resolve. Did he.

  Now dating Freddy, Dylan had considered it a conflict of interest and requested the judge call him, so he could explain why the man should see another therapist. Judge Goode hadn’t called him back yet. But after tonight, Dylan didn’t think he’d call at all. It made him wonder if he’d have a problem keeping other patients in the future.
Then he realized he didn’t give a fuck.

  “Dylan?” James ran in to him by the buffet.

  “Hi, James.” He barreled into his apology. “I know Mom spoke with you about our conversation last week.”

  James nodded. “She did.”

  “This isn’t exactly the place for this, but I want you to know I’m sorry if you felt slighted by anything I did or said. I really respect you, and I want you and Mom to be nothing but happy.”

  “As happy as you are? I like your new partners.” James laughed and drew Dylan in for a hug.

  One Dylan finally was able to return wholeheartedly.

  “You’ve come a long way…son.” James laughed at the look on Dylan’s face. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.”

  “Ha ha.” Dylan grinned. “I had that coming, I admit.”

  “Yes, you did.” James groaned. “Oh hell. Your mother has that look on her face. She warned me to play nice with you boys.”

  “You know we hate when you call us that.”

  “I know.”

  He said it so smoothly that Dylan had to laugh. “You’re on fire tonight, aren’t you?”

  “I am. It’s Christmas, and I’m going to spend it with the woman I love. What could be better?”

  Dylan turned to see Harper and Freddy waving at him to come over. “What indeed?” Then his mother joined the pair, and he hurried over to save his lovers. God forbid Barbara started talking about sex and the dynamics of a threesome. He wouldn’t put it past her to ask them questions. Perhaps they could subject themselves to a study for a piece on family dynamics, the alternative lifestyle choice. That or she’d mention babies. The woman had grandkids on the brain lately.

  Derrick stopped him before he could rescue his partners. “No, no. Harper and Freddy can handle it. Sydney and Hailey had to run the gauntlet too.”

  They watched as Harper lifted his mother in a huge hug and twirled her around.

  “Man. He’s already got her. And now your little woman. Ah, the big eyes, the cute blond bangs shaking, trembling in fear…” Derrick swore. “That was way too easy. Now she’s heading this way. Shit.”

  Dylan latched on to his brother’s sweater and refused to let go. “Wait a minute. Is it just me, or does Hailey seem a little happier lately, like she’s going to bust?”