When her body gave a final shiver, Alex lowered her legs to the floor and Trevor held her because her knees buckled. She reached down and cupped Alex’s face, lifting it up.
“Sit on the bed, Alex,” Megan murmured. “I want to suck your cock.”
Alex stood, unlacing his breeches. He grabbed his cock in his hand and rubbed his hand along the length, rubbing and tugging, then pumping hard. As he sat, a drop of fluid glistened on the tip. Megan dropped to the floor and crawled to the bed. She put her hands on his thighs, rubbing up and down, feeling the rough hairs and the skin so unlike her own. Trevor sat on the bed, watching as she licked her lips. Alex leaned forward and kissed her mouth, his tongue stealing inside. She tasted herself in his kiss, and she smiled against his lips.
She leaned down and trailed her tongue up the length, swirling around the tip to catch the drop of fluid.
“What does it taste like it?” Trevor asked.
“Salty, a little bitter.” Megan tucked her hand around Trevor’s neck and pulled him forward. She locked her mouth on his and pushed her tongue inside. When she pulled away, Trevor licked his lips.
“I’ve never tasted another man before.”
“Nor have I,” Alex said. “I imagine ’tis something we’ll have to adapt to. She seems rather voracious.”
“I want more,” she said.
She dropped her head and took him in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the swollen head and sucked hard, her tongue flicking below with each movement of her mouth. Alex raked his fingers into her hair and tugged her closer. She swallowed his entire length, pulling him deep into her throat until her nose pressed against the dark hair in his groin. Alex pumped his hips, fucking her mouth. She felt the incredible heat that poured from him, the veins pulsing against the softness of her skin, and loved the feeling of the hard rod that filled her mouth.
Alex pumped harder, sliding in and out, using the moisture and pressure of her mouth to get his pleasure. When his hands tightened in her hair, she knew he was close to coming. He thrust into her hard, and his body arched toward her. His cock throbbed and released. Hot, salty fluid spurted into her mouth and slid down her throat. She swallowed several times, causing Alex to groan.
When she pulled away, suctioning the length of his skin, his cock hit his belly, and glistening drops of cum spread across his skin. She dipped her finger, licked the tip, then slid her gaze up to meet his eyes.
“Did you like it?” she whispered.
“I did,” Alex said. “Almost as much as I enjoy fucking you.”
He reached down and thrust three fingers into her wet pussy. Megan’s head fell back, and Trevor kissed her neck. Alex rubbed his thumb back and forth across her clit, causing tiny shivers to run beneath her skin.
Trevor kissed a pathway from her neck to her breast. His hand cupped her breast, and his thumb tweaked her nipple.
Alex drove his fingers hard into her again. His other hand brushed the sweaty hair away from her forehead. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes. A hint of lust still sparked there. She gripped his cock, already swollen and hard again, and stroked it.
“Fuck me, Alex. Trevor can watch.”
He didn’t answer, or ask. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tossed her on the bed. He grabbed her legs and lifted them up over his shoulders. He rammed his cock into her and leaned down, grinding his pelvis against hers. The friction burned against her clit, and immediately her body pulsed with pleasure.
Trevor rose and went to the side of the bed, his gaze locked on them, watching another man fuck his wife. Megan should have felt something—shame, embarrassment, anything—but she felt only the driving need she had to have this man inside her. Alex owned her. She would never survive without him.
Please, Trevor, please accept this.
She glanced toward her husband, not knowing what to expect, but Trevor’s face held only the envy of a man watching another man bury himself in the body of a woman. He wore no jealousy, no anger. His gaze swept between her breasts bouncing with Alex’s movement, to the length of Alex’s cock as he plunged in and out of her body.
She lifted her arms and caressed Alex’s face, the most perfect face she’d ever known and the one that might hold her future happiness. Definitely her future orgasm. Her legs tightened on his shoulders, her heels digging into his back. He drove harder, deeper, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he yanked her close with each thrust. That heat coiled through her and burst into flame, sending a surge of rippling pleasure through her entire body. Her pussy locked around his cock, refusing to let go as it throbbed.
Finally Alex shuddered and dropped onto her body. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her until she couldn’t breathe. He rested his head against her shoulder and glanced at Trevor through the dark tangles of his hair.
“You let me fuck your wife.”
Trevor smiled. “Did you think I’d stop you?”
Alex heaved a sigh. “I wasnae sure.”
“You can fuck her whenever you’d like. I enjoyed watching.”
Megan caressed Alex’s hair, pulling strands of it through her fingers. “I’d enjoy…” She shot a glance toward Trevor. “I’d like to have you both at the same time, so close I can feel you each in my body, so close you can feel each other.”
Trevor’s eyes widened, and Alex lifted his head from her shoulder. “You realize what that means?” he asked.
“Aye, you wanted to do it before. Do you want to do it now?”
* * * *
Alex thought his heart would burst out of his chest. If he’d been offered a chance to fuck that pretty ass, he’d take it even if it turned out to be the last thing he ever did. He glanced toward MacGregor for a moment, trying to gauge the man’s thoughts. MacGregor’s cock swelled before his eyes.
Megan glanced between them. “So you’re both willing?”
“Meg, do you know what you’ve suggested?” MacGregor asked.
She sighed. “Aye, Trevor. I’m not a maiden, so stop treating me so tenderly. I’m a woman grown.”
“So tell me what you think will happen here,” MacGregor said.
“You’ll both fuck me. I assume Alex will want my ass.” She blushed a pretty shade of rose. “He mentioned it before, and…he seemed eager to do it.”
“I’m more than eager,” Alex said. “If ’tis something your husband will permit.”
“’Tis up to the lady,” MacGregor said, “and I must say ’tis a surprise to me, Meg.” He smiled and leaned down to rub his mouth over hers. “An intriguing, delightful surprise.”
Alex jumped from the bed and rummaged through the articles lying on MacGregor’s dresser. “We need something to…” He lifted a jar and pulled out the cork. He held it out for their inspection. Megan rose to her knees. “What is this?”
Trevor held up his hands, palms up. “’Tis a cream I use on the calluses I get from the wheels on my chair.”
“’Twill do just fine.” Alex reached behind Megan and ran his hands over the smooth skin of her ass. “It might hurt the first time, possibly even the second—”
“And the third as well?” Megan asked with a smile. “Are you trying to talk me out of this?”
Alex’s lips lifted in a grin. “If I do, lass, I will be the most disappointed man on this continent.”
Megan twisted around, then dropped to her hands and knees on the bed. She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Then do what you need to do, Campbell, because I want this to work.”
The view in front of him couldn’t have been better. He almost dropped the jar as he gazed at her pussy, glistening with drops of moisture, the lips spread and swollen with heat. Her ass rose high and firm in the air, that delicious slit between the cheeks luring him toward her. He was aware MacGregor had moved and stared as he did.
Alex dipped his finger into the jar, then spread it between her cheeks. She drew in a quick breath and shivered slightly. After he coated his finger a second time, he swept the slit u
ntil he found his goal, then slowly pushed his finger into her small hole. She clenched her muscles against him. MacGregor slid his body next to hers and tucked his hand beneath her. Alex watched as the man’s finger sought and found her clit. He began to massage gently, and Megan moaned, pushing backwards. His finger slid in deeper. He pumped her ass several times with his finger, then withdrew.
He nodded at MacGregor, and the man didn’t waste any time. His finger slid into her pussy while his thumb pressed hard against Megan’s clit. Alex smeared more cream onto his fingers and pushed two into her ass. She gasped.
“Her pussy is clenching on my fingers,” MacGregor said. “I can feel it pulsing.”
“Don’t let her come,” Alex said.
Megan groaned, a soft sound of pleasure and frustration. Alex withdrew and slid three fingers inside. He ran his other hand down her back, over her ass, and shoved a finger into her pussy along with MacGregor’s. She shoved backward, and his three fingers buried into her to the hilt. He moved them in and out with gentle pressure.
“I’m ready,” Megan said. “Please fuck me. Let me come.”
Trevor fingered her clit another few moments. When Megan’s head dropped down, Alex nodded, and MacGregor moved to his knees in front on her. He stroked his cock for a few moments, pumping hard until a glistening drop of pre-cum dotted the tip. Megan smeared her finger in it and licked it. She dropped her head back and gazed at Alex with a question in her eyes. The taste of another man should have repelled him, but Alex couldn’t seem to resist either the opportunity or the challenge in her eyes. He took her mouth in a kiss, and when she pushed her tongue between his lips, he sucked it inside his mouth. She had been right. It was salty and a little bitter.
“’Tis not entirely unpleasant.” Alex licked her lips. “But not nearly as enticing as what’s between your legs.”
“What’s between my legs is itchy and burning,” Megan said. “Can someone please fuck me?”
Alex wrapped his arm around her waist and yanked her back against him. She smashed into his chest and lurched back, driving his fingers deeper into her. MacGregor moved toward her on his knees and swept his cock between her pussy lips and over her clit, rubbing her juices over their skin.
“Stop teasing me, Trevor,” she growled. “Put your cock in my pussy.”
He didn’t hesitate. He lined his cock up to her slit and entered her in one push that drove her back into Alex. He leaned down to whisper close to her ear.
“Are you ready for my cock, Megan?”
“Aye,” she murmured.
Her head fell back on his shoulder as MacGregor began to move within her. Alex withdrew his fingers, rubbed some cream over his length and placed the head of his cock against her hole. His desire for her ass threatened to overwhelm his common sense. He tried to concentrate on the rhythm of her husband’s movement, and when MacGregor withdrew slightly, Alex slid his swollen head into the smaller hole, which clenched down on him. He groaned at the sensation. She wiggled slightly, wanting more, even while he saw her jaw clench against the pain and pressure that must be coursing through her.
He pressed his lips against hers and waited for MacGregor to withdraw again. He slid deeper, his head pushing through her rigid barrier. Her hand tightened on the arm he held across her chest.
“Do it,” Megan said. “All the way. I can take it.”
MacGregor cupped her face in his hands and stole her mouth when Alex rammed his hips forward and slid all the way in. Megan shuddered. Alex stood still and let MacGregor’s cock lead her back to desire, all the while feeling the man’s hard strokes against his cock through the thin membrane that separated them from each other. His cock throbbed in anticipation of each stroke, and he felt the rapid pulsing of MacGregor’s own as the man struggled to control the sensations that swept through him.
Megan began to move her hips, pushing toward MacGregor, then back against Alex in an excruciating rhythm that threatened his sanity. He glanced up to see a thin layer of perspiration dotting MacGregor’s brow, but his eyes were focused on his wife’s face. Alex loved the feel of her tight ass muscles clenching on his cock, but he’d also love a view of her face. He thought of all the ways he could take her, all the joy they could have if a relationship such as this could possibly work, if he dared to dream, if he allowed himself to really love.
He remembered that first day and the gentle hand that had reached toward a dragon in compassion and care. Had she tamed him? Had he allowed these people into a heart he’d thought dead with no hope of resurrection? The thought of spending the rest of his days surrounded by love and friendship was more than he’d ever allowed himself to want or expect.
The soft sounds that came from his lover signaled she would explode in a moment. Her head rolled back and forth on his chest, her breaths bursting from her body in tiny pants. He reached between her and MacGregor and ran his finger through her curls until it touched her clit. She shuddered, then spasmed in his arms. Her ass tightened around his cock, and he released just as MacGregor stiffened. Alex felt the man’s cock throbbing against his own as they both flooded the woman they loved with their seed, bringing them together as one.
Megan fell back against him. He brushed sweaty hair away from her forehead as her eyes lifted to his.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, then drew away as MacGregor slid his hand over her cheek. He saw the love for her in MacGregor’s eyes, and when MacGregor looked at him a moment later, he saw acceptance, understanding, and real friendship.
“That went fairly well, I’d say,” Alex said.
“Fairly well?” Megan said. “It was damn near perfect.”
“I’d have to agree with Meg,” MacGregor said. “So, Alex…have you made your decision? Have you considered it may be time to carve a new life, accept new possibilities?”
“’Tis been on my mind.”
“Then accept what we can offer you here, and share with us what you have to give. I realize ’tis not a true marriage with her, but I believe we can be happy, create our own family of sorts.”
“Family of sorts? MacGregor, your ‘of sorts’ has gotten me into more trouble than—”
“Alex, stay with us,” Megan said.
Alex brushed his mouth against hers. “I love you, Megan. ’Tis clear I cannae live without you.” He laughed and glanced at MacGregor. “And I’m beginning to think I cannae live without you as well. I will stay.”
“Who’s going to explain what ‘of sorts’ means to Sam?” Megan asked.
When both men pointed at her, Megan groaned.
Epilogue
April 1652
Sam’s gaze drifted from one of them to the next, touching Megan, then Campbell, then MacGregor. He’d never quite understood how they lived the way they did, but looking in their faces, he found a little more understanding. They all seemed to be in love. Trevor looked healthy and happy, Meggie looked more content and relaxed than she ever had, and Campbell, one arm draped across MacGregor’s shoulders and the other around Meggie’s waist, looked excited enough to bust.
Sam glanced again at the cradle. They waited expectantly, as though his pronouncement mattered most on Earth. What he knew about babies could never be bound in a ledger. It would fit on a tiny scrap of parchment. But waited they did, so he had to say something.
“He’s a beautiful baby.”
Meggie rushed forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, snuggling into his bulk. She lifted her face, her hair trailing over his arm. “He is, isn’t he?”
He held her at arm’s length. “I would have expected nothing less from the three of you. But what are you doing out of bed? You just had him last night.”
“I feel wonderful,” Meggie said.
“We couldnae keep her in bed,” MacGregor said.
Campbell shrugged. “We tried, but she insisted I get you this morning.”
“Well, he’s a bonny babe.” Sam leaned down and slid his arms under the little bundle and lifted him, ligh
t as a feather and wrapped in a blanket soft as down. He’d have to ask Diana about helping him select a gift, something special for this very special child. He tucked the baby close to his chest. The baby’s eyes fluttered open and locked on him with an incredible blue gaze. “What have you named him then?”
“Duncan,” Meggie said. “Duncan Alexander MacGregor.”
Sam dropped a kiss on the baby’s cheek. “A name to grow into, wee one, but I think you’ll have plenty of help.” He winked at them. He peered at the baby, then glanced back up. “He has Meggie’s hair. Blue eyes.”
“Aye,” Meggie said, “though all babies are born with blue eyes. They could change.”
“Only to green.” Sam’s glance ticked between MacGregor and Campbell, noting the difference between them. Trevor’s eyes were an ice blue, clear and bright. Alex’s eyes were green, dark as emeralds, filled with a glint of passion. Someday, as the boy grew, he might be able to tell which man was Duncan’s father, though he wondered if it really mattered. If neither of the men cared, why should he?
Meggie tucked her arm through his and cuddled close, fussing with the baby’s blanket. “I imagine you’re rather glad you no longer live in this cottage. Though Duncan’s been quiet so far, he’s not even a day old. Considering these two, that could change any moment.”
MacGregor laughed. “Alex and I cannae hold a candle to your mouth, and you know it. You should have heard her last night, Sam.”
“Wailed like an Irish banshee,” Campbell said.
Meggie reached out and shoved each of them in the chest. “The next time one of you can have the baby.”
“Ah, now, Megan,” Campbell said, “you know we’d do anything for you, but we cannae do that. You’ll just have to give him a sister.”
“And possibly a brother,” MacGregor said. “Three sounds about right.”
Sam ducked his head. “How about a cousin of sorts?”
Meggie whirled around. “A baby, Sam? You and Diana?”
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