Boston Avant-Garde 6: Chiaroscuro

by Kaitlin Maitland

  Owen’s balls clenched, but he fought back the tide of ejaculation. There was time enough for that later. For now, he used both hands to spread Mattie’s ass cheeks wide open.

  He gazed over her shoulder at Lars. “Lube up her hole.”

  Owen could feel Lars stroking Mattie’s puckered entrance. She clenched even more tightly around Owen’s cock as the increased stimulation sent her recklessly close to the edge once again.

  “I’ll hold her open,” Owen instructed. “Just go slow, and you’ll be fine.”

  The apprehension on Lars’s face said it all. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he desperately wanted to be inside her like this. Owen wondered if Lars would ever do the same to him. Owen’s emotions were mixed. He was glad Lars wanted to fuck Mattie’s ass. It was hot as hell, but it would also help her work through the feeling of being unnecessary. She needed to feel that connection to the two of them. She needed to trust them to take care of her. It was asking a lot, but Owen wanted the chance for him and Lars to prove they were what she needed in and out of the bedroom.

  Owen could feel the exact moment Lars pushed his cock past the ring of muscle in Mattie’s ass. She wasn’t a hard fuck. She was eager and experienced. Her tight anal passage was welcoming when you tunneled inside her. Owen’s cock pulsed as he tried not to think about just how good her asshole felt.

  Every inch Lars gained inside Mattie’s ass, Owen felt from his place deep in her pussy. Such a thin membrane separating them, Mattie bridging the gap once again as she welcomed them both until Lars was finally buried to the base inside her.

  “I can’t believe I’ve been missing this,” Lars grunted. “It feels so good.”

  “Fuck her,” Owen urged. “She loves it.” He let go of Mattie’s bottom and held her close. “Don’t you, baby?”

  She blinked up at him, blue-gray eyes intense in her pale face. “I need you both so bad I can’t think of anything else. Just take me. Please.”

  Lars shuddered as though something had snapped inside him. He tangled one hand in her ponytail and grabbed Owen’s left arm with the other. Owen flexed forward into Mattie just as Lars did the same from behind. The two of them settled into rhythm, surging into their female counterpart in perfect alignment.

  Owen’s senses heightened to a point of transcendence. Everything boiled down to the man and the woman joined with him. Muscles bunched and strained toward release. Their scents mingled with his to create the primal essence of sex. Heat shimmered around the three of them as their hearts pounded in unison. Sweat mingled where their skin rubbed together.

  Mattie’s body grew taut. She tightened around them with her head thrown back and her eyes closed in utter trust and abandon. Owen reached around her to cup the back of Lars’s head. Lars sank his fingers into Owen’s hair. Owen knew with complete certainty they were going to come together.

  Owen searched for his voice and finally found the words he needed. “Make us come, Mattie. Take us with you.”

  She quaked as her climax uncurled like a wild thing. The power suffused every cell in Owen’s body. He trembled and ejaculated instantly as she continued to undulate around his cock. Behind the thin barrier, he felt Lars pulsing as he came with them.

  The release left Owen light-headed in the aftermath. He tumbled them all to the mattress. He didn’t let go, even when they were all heaped together breathing as though they’d run the Boston marathon. In a world where Owen Bloodmoon had been careful to remain unattached, he’d just discovered two people he couldn’t live without. The task of keeping them both safe was the most important one he’d ever undertaken.

  MATTIE DIDN’T WANT to move. One little wriggle, and the two softening cocks would slide free of her body. She had the insane thought that if she could keep Lars and Owen inside her all the time, she would never worry that they’d move on without her.

  The blue circles tattooed onto Owen’s collarbone were a welcome diversion from her dark thoughts. She traced one finger over the interlocking patterns. “What does this mean?”

  “My grandfather gave them to me when I turned thirteen.” He caught her hand and flattened it against his chest. “They’ve lost their meaning over the years.”

  The underlying pain in his words touched her deeply. Nobody tattooed the body of a loved one without a reason, especially not with sets of three. Her grandmother had often talked about the power of three. Grandma had told Mattie from her earliest years that three was a magic number, a number of beauty, symmetry, and visual perfection. In numerology it symbolized past, present, and future. The number three was creative, it persevered, and it embraced adventure and passion.

  Her mind filled with her grandmother’s sayings and witticisms. Mattie remembered working in the garden and learning to sow seeds in groups of three. She’d learned to draw perspectives using three points. Life was all about the number three.

  Why again is a relationship between three people a bad idea? I am such an idiot.

  She’d been holding so tightly to the idyllic picture of what a family should look like that she’d never once considered the possibility that hers was meant to be something different.

  “They have to mean something,” she told Owen quietly. “Why did he give it to you?” Mattie couldn’t have said why, but her instincts were telling her there was a whole lot of fate wrapped up in what looked like a mundane grouping of blue circles.

  Lars hadn’t made a sound, but his hands tightened on her waist, and she knew he was hanging on every word.

  Owen sighed. “They symbolize my past, present, and future. Grandfather told me they were marks of success. I was supposed to be a protector of my family.” His dark eyes filled with pain. “So far I’ve been an utter failure at whatever it was he meant me to become. I’ve never been able to overcome the violence inside me.”

  Mattie had never felt such a fierce desire to defend someone against self-recrimination. “Don’t ever say that. Never! The things your grandfather told you are true. All of them. You’re not violent, Owen. I could never imagine you hurting someone else because you enjoyed giving pain.”

  She couldn’t see Lars’s expression, but his low voice was filled with warmth. “Mattie’s right.”

  For once there was no hint of sarcasm on Owen’s face. He looked like a man who was afraid to believe what they were telling him but wanted to more than he’d ever admit.

  Mattie tried to condense everything she was feeling into something tangible. A tough chore when she felt as though her heart might burst with her revelations about the number three. “You have been caring for your family. You made the hard choice to leave your grandmother in order to keep her safe. Staying would’ve been better for you, but you left because you loved her. You’ve spent years trying to walk away from your brother’s fights. Now you’re here with us even though you had no interest in long-term attachments. You’ve been protecting me since the moment I met you, Owen.”

  “Me too,” Lars agreed. “Maybe you need to expand your definition of family, because what we have is the closest I’ve been to it in a long time.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Owen listened to the rhythmic cadence of Lars’s and Mattie’s breathing as they slept. He was still emotionally reeling after their speech about family. He’d thought of himself as a failure for so long that he’d never taken a moment to look at it from the perspective Mattie offered.

  He’d isolated himself, hiding behind a wall of sarcasm. He’d lived through years of self-induced isolation and solitude because of one bad decision. Well, one last bad decision anyway.

  A tiny nightlight he kept in the bathroom alleviated the absolute darkness in his suite. The swath of orange-tinted brightness was all but swallowed before it could reach the bed. It illuminated the tiny kitchenette and reflected dully off the stainless steel refrigerator.

  When had an apartment beneath Triptych become the summation of all he wanted in life? He thought back to the tiny two-bedroom house he’d shared with his grandparents. Th
e scent of woods and fresh earth drifting through the open windows, and the sound of his grandmother’s loom clicking in the background.

  Many of his childhood afternoons had been spent in the kitchen, watching Grandmother prepare supper. She’d always had a snack waiting after school. They would discuss everything that had happened during class as though they were contemplating the secrets of the universe. Maybe they had been because Grandmother had been a wealth of advice about people and why they did things that seemed ridiculous.

  Owen recalled waiting for his grandfather’s ancient truck to pull up to the house. Grandfather would park on a strip of gravel beneath the carport after working ten hours or more for the Rhode Island Environmental Department, but that wasn’t the end of Grandfather’s day. He’d been the sachem for the Narragansett tribe, the equivalent of their chief, and he had tribal matters to attend to in the evenings.

  Mattie sighed in her sleep and snuggled closer to Owen’s side. He tenderly brushed a lock of dark hair from her face. His grandparents would have loved Mattie and Lars too. They hadn’t been hung up on conventional parameters when it came to relationships or life in general. Although they had been concerned with tribal traditions surrounding the people and the land.

  He wondered what Mattie and his grandmother would make of each other. Mattie’s artistic soul would mesh perfectly with Grandmother’s love of loom lore, weaving, and earth magic.

  Grandmother wouldn’t have been fooled by Lars’s playboy image either. She’d have seen the hurt buried deep and his all-consuming need to protect the ones he loved. Even there in bed Owen could feel Lars’s reassuring touch, his arm thrown over Mattie and his hand resting against Owen’s belly.

  Owen closed his eyes, savoring the closeness of his lovers and accepting that he would do anything to preserve this precious bond he’d discovered. Even if “anything” meant pitting himself against a power-hungry maniac like Hyde. Even if it meant he had to ally himself with his brother to help unravel Hyde’s Samhain plans. Even if he had to thumb his nose at the tribal council and take a stand against his brother and his father. Owen had finally found something worth having. There was no way he was going to let it go without a fight.

  * * * *

  Lars was having a deliciously erotic dream. He arched his back as Owen pressed against him. Their skin was slick with sweat, their limbs entwining as they writhed on the bed. Owen’s hands slid across Lars’s belly, tracing the grooves between each muscle before dipping dangerously low on his abdomen.

  Lars’s cock was hard. His skin was painfully taut across his shaft, precum beaded on the tip of his erection. A breath of air whispered past the sensitive nerve endings in his penis. The familiarity of Mattie’s feminine scent mingled with Owen’s more masculine musk. Anticipation curled in Lars’s gut, and he almost begged her to ease the need gnawing at his insides.

  Please, Mattie.

  A warm mouth enveloped the engorged head of Lars’s cock. He groaned and plunged into Mattie’s mouth, shocked when he bumped against Owen’s equally swollen cock. Mattie’s tongue stroked them both with teasing brushes that had Lars dying to flip her over and sink into her wet pussy.

  Owen’s ragged moan startled Lars from sleep. He blinked and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dimness in Owen’s suite. Lars registered Owen’s muscular form molded to his side. Mattie straddled them both, a hand wrapped around each of their cocks.

  “Now that you’re awake, maybe she’ll give in and let us fuck her,” Owen growled.

  In the half-light, Lars saw a wanton smile on Mattie’s generous lips. “Not likely.”

  Lars gazed on in awe as she pushed both of their cocks together and sucked hard on the heads. Pleasure lanced through his system, and his spine cracked as he arched into the contact. It was so intense he could hardly push back his climax. His hands fisted, nails biting into his palms as he fought the urge to grab her. Heat surged in his blood, and his skin sizzled.

  Before Lars could lose control, Owen leaned over and took his mouth in a rough kiss. Owen plunged his tongue into Lars’s mouth and invited him to do the same. They grappled like animals, teeth clicking as they took the edge off their cravings.

  Mattie groaned softly, letting their cocks slide out of her mouth with a soft sound of satisfaction. “Watching you two kiss is so hot. I want you both to come in my mouth—together. I need it.”

  Her words unleashed something primal in Lars. He cupped her face and brushed his thumbs over her full lower lip. It was damp and adorably plump. Owen tenderly threaded his fingers through her tangled hair.

  Owen gave voice to the thoughts in Lars’s head. “We can’t leave you hanging like that, baby.”

  “Then don’t.” She pulled away from their touch.

  Lars wasn’t certain of her meaning until she turned around and put her derriere right in their faces. Her warm slit was damp. He could smell the sweetness of her honey.

  Her stance was impossibly wide, her legs spread to straddle their bodies while she took their cocks into her mouth as deeply as she could.

  In that small space with no good light, it could’ve been awkward to cooperate with Owen while attempting to give Mattie a climax. It wasn’t. Lars found her slick folds with one hand while Owen leaned in to caress her with his mouth. The brush of his lover’s tongue against Lars’s fingers was erotic beyond endurance. Owen lapped at Mattie’s sensitized clit while Lars slid two fingers inside her tight pussy.

  They spread her wide and held her cheeks apart to keep her open. Owen’s greedy moans pushed Lars closer to his peak. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold back. Mattie’s demanding sucks, the sensation of their cocks rubbing together inside the wet cocoon of her mouth, and the sharing of her pussy were too much.

  Lars added his mouth to the mix. He rubbed it against Owen’s and heard his lover’s sharp intake of breath. Together the two men tongued their female counterpart. The sleek taste of her ripe flesh grew more potent. They kissed her, tracing her contours, loving over each detail until she began to quake beneath their onslaught.

  A tremor in his groin shook Lars’s sensual focus. He was poised at the brink, well past the point of no return. He twisted his fingers inside Mattie’s cunt as he found his own release.

  Beside him Owen shuddered and groaned as he came. Lars felt Owen’s ejaculate splash against his cock as he bathed the inside of Mattie’s mouth. Her throat moved as she swallowed their combined fluids, and Lars felt a deep sense of connection take hold of his heart.

  Mattie’s pussy convulsed as she came. Her groan vibrated along Lars’s shaft, drawing out one last orgasmic tremor. Her channel clamped down on his fingers, and he soaked up the knowledge that she belonged to him and Owen. That they could have her when they chose, give her pleasure, and receive it in return.

  MATTIE WAS REELING after the shared experience. She’d never expected to find a relationship where each and every time was more intense than the one before. Even now, when they’d only shared oral pleasures, she felt unbelievably close to both Owen and Lars. She never wanted it to end. Tasting them at the same time was an experience she wanted to repeat.

  It was on the tip of her tongue to tell these two men what she was feeling. Her brain fought free of the postclimactic bliss and recoiled just in time to bite back the three words that had almost instantly ended the relationship she’d shared with Lars all those months ago.

  I love them. I actually love them. How stupid can I be?

  Owen stroked a loose strand of hair away from her face. “What’s wrong, baby?”

  His gentle tone was almost her undoing. She wanted so badly to put words to what she was feeling. A part of her was afraid he’d run away from love just as quickly as Lars had. What was she doing? Enjoying these two, even having a relationship with them, was one thing. Could she really trust them with her feelings? Wouldn’t it be better to wait until she was more certain of things? Surely it was reasonable to protect her heart from getting trounced again. Except ever
y instinct in Mattie was telling her she was going to have to make the first step. She had to be the brave one and go out on a limb or risk losing it all.

  Lars sat up and stretched, the muscles in his back undulating in the most enticing way. “What time is it? I don’t know how you keep your days and nights straight living down here, Owen.”

  Owen yawned. “That’s kind of the point. Working at a club isn’t a nine-to-five gig.”

  “You never answered my question,” Lars groused. “What time is it?”

  Owen didn’t miss a beat. “Time for me to put my dick in your mouth so you’ll stop asking?”

  Lars pounced on Owen. They wrestled briefly before Lars playfully pinned Owen’s wrists to the mattress. Lars shot Mattie a devilish grin. “Think he’s ticklish?”

  “Do I strike you as the ticklish sort?” Owen’s caustic tone made Mattie smile.

  “You kind of do, actually.” She moved closer and nuzzled the baby-fine hairs in Owen’s armpit.

  He tensed but didn’t laugh or squirm away. “I lied. I’m super ticklish. Try doing that right between my legs. Gets me every time.”

  “Such a smartass.” Mattie placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “I think that’s one of the things I fell in love with first.” She froze as soon as the words were out. It had been an unguarded moment. One of those times her heart spoke before her brain had a chance to think things all the way through.

  She took a breath and tried to find the words to fix her blunder.

  “Don’t,” Owen said softly. “Don’t take it back. We don’t have to talk about it or worry about it just now, but please don’t take it back.”

  There was an uncomfortable pause, but Lars reached for the phone he’d left on the nightstand before the awkwardness could set in with a vengeance. He flipped on a lamp and squinted at his phone’s display in the soft glow. “It’s nearly ten o’clock.”