by Jory Strong
Shane saw the rear passenger window of the silver car blow out. “Shooters! Get down. Get down!”
Madison and Tyler ducked. He jammed the accelerator but the two cars were on him before he could do anything more evasive.
The silver car wheeled to the left, onto the highway shoulder.
The dark car swerved right, sandwiching the Jeep.
He caught glimpses of the drivers and one passenger.
The Jeep’s backseat passenger windows became a thousand pieces of glass.
He slammed on the brakes throwing his upper body to the side.
Both his window and the one next to Madison were hit.
A rapid burst of gunfire came from in front of him, the two drivers and their passengers still going at it.
He cautiously raised his head. The dark car had fallen behind the silver, both of them probably doing a hundred.
Fuck! Fuck! “Everybody okay?”
“I’m good.” From Tyler.
“I’m okay.” From Madison.
He heard another round of gunfire but sat all the way up and got the Jeep onto the freeway shoulder.
The eighteen-wheeler that’d been behind them pulled onto the shoulder well in front of them.
Shane hit the interior light.
Madison was pale and shaking. He gave her a once over, breathed again at seeing there was no blood.
“I’m okay,” she repeated, catching his worry.
She released the shoulder harness and belt. It reeled into place, showering her with more fragmented safety glass.
They both turned toward Tyler.
“I’m good,” he said, opening his door.
They got out of the Jeep.
Glass fell off their clothes and onto the ground. Slivers of it still clung to them.
It didn’t matter.
The instant they were together, they held each other. Tyler’s arms around Madison. Her arms around him. His around them both.
“Fuck that was close.” And fuck if he was going to wait any longer.
He fisted his hands in Tyler’s shirt, forced himself to meet Tyler’s eyes, Madison held tight between them. “I’m bi. If you’re not, then we’re going to have to figure out how to handle it when we’re together, especially when the three of us get naked.”
Not exactly a declaration of love, but…
A shudder went through Tyler.
Shane’s heart dumped into his guts.
“It’s the same for me,” Tyler said, heart thundering, becoming a battering ram that was no longer willing to allow his fear of loss to stand as a barricade.
His arms tightened on Madison. He resisted the urge to bury his face in her hair.
“It’s the same for me,” he repeated, not looking away from Shane.
Shane flashed a wicked smile. “Wouldn’t be surprised to learn Grandma M saw this coming—or at least some of it.”
A tightening of arms and the hug ended.
The female driver of the eighteen-wheeler reached them, a blonde with a short haircut and a feminine body camouflaged by a Pearl Jam T-shirt that ended at her upper thighs.
“Everyone okay here?” she asked.
“Shaken,” Tyler said. “But nobody hit. Nobody hurt.”
“I called it in,” the driver said. “Twice. First as idiots racing. Second as someone shooting.”
“Did you get the plate numbers?” Shane asked.
“No. They came off the ramp and whizzed past me too quickly. You?”
Shane shook his head. “More focused on trying to get out of their way.”
She jammed her hands into her back pockets. “Probably a gang battle that spilled onto the freeway. Nothing to do but wait for the Highway Patrol to show.”
Tyler thought they’d never get back to his place.
Years of pent-up longing, all the lust he’d battled and suppressed since Madison’s entry into their lives, the agony of wanting but not having when the three of them had been together in the hotel room…
How easily it could all have ended before it’d truly, fully begun.
Need pulsed through him, and kept pulsing through him as they waited for the Highway Patrol, then gave their statements, including a promise to draw the men Shane had seen and forward the pictures, then drove home.
Time crawled, only to speed up with breathtaking force at what was about to happen, at the magnitude of the step he was about to take. He was bi, but his partners, male and female, had all been casual. He’d never risked his heart, never been willing to chance having his world shattered—until Madison, until now.
They entered the house and any lingering fear disappeared in a blaze of white heat when Madison hooked her hand in his jeans, her fingers sliding beneath the waistband of his underwear and along his cock.
His breath caught. Pleasure and need pounded through him.
“I feel like I’ve got glass slivers sticking to my skin,” she said. “Shower first. Since there’s not room for three, if you two want to go ahead…”
His cock pulsed against her hand in a yes vote.
Shane crowded in behind her. “Only if you watch.”
Anticipation shuddered through Tyler. How many times had he fantasized about this, he and Shane in the shower?
She kicked off her shoes. Dropped her jeans.
“There’s no point in tracking fragments through the house.”
She peeled off her tank top. A couple of small pieces of glass that’d probably been in her hair dropped onto the floor.
Bra and boy shorts and socks followed.
The sight of Madison naked had him stripping out of his clothing and Shane doing the same. And like a siren, she led them to the bathroom.
Tyler got into the shower, then Shane did, both of them conscious of Madison on the other side of the clear-glass door—neither of them self-conscious.
He turned on the water. In silent accord they rinsed first, then stood facing each other.
“You’re sure?” Shane asked, heart-meltingly tentative, so unlike the Shane he’d watched in action for years.
“Are you?”
“It’ll change things.”
Tyler glanced at Madison, then met Shane’s eyes. “Things have already changed.”
“True.”
And that was pure Shane, a gambler like Lyric and Braden were, never afraid to go after what they wanted and take chances to get it.
Except…in this case.
“How long?” Tyler asked.
“How long have I known I swung both ways? Or how long have I wanted this with you?”
“Both.”
“Since senior year, though there were stretches I was able to deny it. You?”
“Ninth grade. I figured it was a crush I’d grow out of.”
Shane grinned. All trace of tentativeness gone.
“Looks like you didn’t,” Shane said, his hand encircling Tyler’s cock. “Looks like I didn’t either.”
Ecstasy nearly dropped Tyler to his knees. His buttocks clamped. His cock pulsed against Shane’s hand and wept precum.
Heart hammering, he reached for Shane. One hand capturing Shane’s cock, the other grasping the hair at the back of Shane’s head.
Need whipped through Tyler.
His mouth met Shane’s and years of hunger were unleashed.
He couldn’t hide what he felt. What he wanted.
His tongue thrust against Shane’s.
Their hands moved, stroked.
It felt too good to last. It couldn’t last, but the desperation he felt didn’t scare him. It was only physical, only transitory. And he wasn’t alone.
Shane’s hips jerked in time to his own. Shane’s need matched his own.
It was raw, urgent, different than being with Madison but made better by her watching, wanting this with them, for them.
Each thrust of tongue against tongue, each stroke of hands took Tyler closer and closer to the edge.
He fought off coming. Knew Shane was doing the sa
me, though neither of them stopped stroking, stopped the squeeze and demand that came with years of jerking off, of knowing where and how to touch a cock.
The pressure built. A heat that filled his balls and streaked up his spine.
Erupted on a moan, in a fiery release that was matched by the fierce satisfaction of feeling the jerk and spasm of Shane’s cock.
The shower door opened.
Panting they broke apart.
“My turn,” Madison said, joining them.
The heat in her voice, in her eyes, went straight to Tyler’s cock.
She soaped her hands, ran them over his body as he and Shane ran theirs over hers, the tight space adding to the sense of intimacy.
Time became meaningless.
The flow of hot water only added to the heat building with each caress.
Behind her, Shane’s smile turned wicked, drawing an answering one from Tyler.
Shane cupped her breasts, the backs of his hands brushing Tyler’s chest and sending a pulse of renewed need downward.
“So, was it good for you?” Shane asked.
She laughed, a husky sound Tyler had already come to crave.
“Are you asking me? Or Tyler?”
Shane kissed along her neck. “You.”
She covered one of Shane’s hands with hers, forced it down to her pussy. “What do you think?”
“Yeah, you liked it.”
Tyler’s hand joined Shane’s, and Shane’s yielded in an erotic substitution play.
Her clit was erect, swollen, a feminine version of their own equipment.
She moaned with the rub of Tyler’s fingers over it. He kissed her, long and slow and deep, then kissed his way down her body, added pleasure pouring into him with the feel of Shane’s hands in his hair.
He was hard again by the time he reached Madison’s pussy. Hungry again, for her, for Shane.
He swirled his tongue around her clit, licked the underside, the tiny, unprotected head.
Her hips bucked. Then bucked again when he took her clit between his lips and sucked, loving the differences between her and Shane, loving her cries. Loving her until Shane’s grip in his hair relentlessly forced him upward, as if Shane was desperate to share the taste of her, to leave the shower and share her.
Madison sank to her knees before either of them could stop her. She captured their cocks, touched his penis to Shane’s.
His hips bucked. Shane’s bucked.
Shane moaned, driving his tongue into Tyler’s mouth, hunger erupting with the sharing of Madison’s taste, with a fierce need that hadn’t been quenched by bringing each other off with their hands, that would only rise again and again, even after they’d finally fucked.
She put her mouth on them, filling Tyler’s head with white heat. She rubbed her lips over their cocks, rubbed her tongue over them, turned their dicks into matchsticks with the wrap of her hand around both of them, the press of cock to cock.
She stroked. Up and down. Up and down.
His hips jerked in the same rhythm as Shane’s.
They ate each other’s mouths. Teeth clashing in an urgent rush to get deeper, to have more, in a frustrated race that would only be satisfied with penetration.
In a few more seconds they’d come on each other.
“No,” Shane panted. “Not like this.”
Shane’s hand dropped to her head. His fingers tangled in her hair.
“Mad, stop. Stop. I want to come fucking.”
She released them, but their cocks strained toward one another.
“Let’s take this to my bedroom,” Tyler said, gripping his cock, using pain to force back the urge to come before leaving the shower.
They toweled dry in a hurry. He gathered his damp hair into a ponytail while Madison braided hers and Shane left his free.
When they reached his bedroom, she knelt at one corner of the mattress rather than get in the middle. She cupped her pussy, drawing their eyes there. Locking them there with the spread of her labia, the arrival of her other hand and the play of feminine fingers on her clit, the slide of them into her slit.
Tyler fisted his cock. Stroked himself in time to her movement.
“You want to watch again, Mad?” Shane said, husky-voiced, coming up behind him, the press of Shane’s cock to his buttocks sending heat spiking through Tyler’s shaft.
Her eyes darkened, dared. Her tongue darted out, reminding them of the pleasure she’d delivered with her mouth.
“What do you think?”
“I think you should get what you want,” Shane said, his hand coming around, forcing Tyler’s away from his cock.
Tyler moaned, his back arching at having Shane’s hot fist wrap around his dick, stroking. Shane’s mouth on his neck, sucking, kissing. Shane’s other hand on his nipple, rubbing, tugging.
“I’m not going to last,” Tyler panted.
Shane laughed. “I know the feeling.”
It didn’t stop the movement of Shane’s hands or the play of his mouth. But Tyler wasn’t completely powerless.
He pressed his ass against Shane’s cock, felt the heat, the throb, the slick head, the rock of Shane’s hips. He knew the exact instant when Shane had had enough.
“How do you want it?” Shane asked on a moan.
His buttocks clenched. “From behind.”
“Lube?”
“In the nightstand.”
Shane released him.
Tyler placed his knees on the edge of the bed. He dropped onto his hands and Madison rewarded him by closing the distance, kissing him before she pressed her nipple to his lips.
He latched on. Sucked. Fought against tensing, against coming as Shane worked the lubricant in, and then worked his cock in, slowly breaching him, slowly filling him.
Tyler closed his eyes, unable to keep them open in the bombardment of pleasure.
One of Madison’s hands tangled in his hair. One of Shane’s fisted his cock, and Tyler knew that all of the other losses in his life would seem like nothing if he ever lost what he had with Shane and Madison.
Shane began thrusting. Pumping.
Madison’s quickened breathing added to the pleasure, finally forcing his eyes open so he could watch her touch herself, so he could watch as she matched her movements to Shane’s this time. Slow becoming fast becoming inescapable release and shared intimacy.
She brought herself as Shane brought him. As Shane came, partially collapsing afterward, the heat of his chest pressed to Tyler’s back an unexpected dream come true.
Madison stretched on his bed, eyes half closed, a satisfied smile on her face. And he wanted to see her like that all the way into old age.
Shane kissed his neck, sending a shiver a pleasure to Tyler’s cock.
It pulsed in Shane’s grip and he felt Shane smile.
“Worth the wait?” Shane asked, his other hand covering Tyler’s nipple.
Tyler’s heart did a little flip against Shane’s palm. “Definitely.”
“Good,” Shane said, pressing another kiss to his neck then pulling out with a soft moan.
He padded toward the bathroom, the sight filling Tyler with a weird feeling of wonder, a part of him finding it hard to believe that this had really just happened.
Come sliding from between his own buttocks was testament that it had, but…
He crawled forward, leaned down, kissed Madison, that kiss extending until Shane entered the room.
Tyler left the bed. He reached Shane, sudden heat crawling up his neck now that they were face to face.
“So, you need the words?” Shane asked, fingers flattening, rubbing over the nipple ring.
A swell of emotion bubbled up in Tyler.
I love you. The words were there, had been in one form or another for years. “Do you?”
Shane flashed a smile. “I’m good.”
“Me too.”
Though it didn’t stop him from leaning in, grasping a handful of Shane’s hair, taking a kiss, offering one.
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p; Fierce longing grabbed Madison at watching them together. This was the happy-ever-after of her dreams.
Shane and Tyler broke apart, lips parted and wet.
Tyler disappeared into the bathroom.
Shane plopped down on the bed next to her with a pouty, sensuous smile. “Satisfied now?”
She let him pull her into the moment.
She threw her leg over his, half lay on top of him. “Looking for more ego strokes?”
He grinned. “Any more and there’ll be no more skin left on my dick.”
She snickered. “Now there’s a romantic thought.”
He grasped a strand of her hair, curled it around his fingers. “Put off Stanford until the morning?”
“Yes.” A spasm of ache went through her heart at the reminder of Bio-dad’s quest, and how close she thought they were to the end of it.
Tyler returned, detouring to a dresser and coming back to bed with a sketch pad and pencils.
“Promises to keep,” he said.
Madison rolled off Shane.
He made a sound of protest.
She laughed and said, “I’ve got to give the big head a fighting chance.”
“Ah man, back to dissin’ me already?”
He sat up, claimed all the pillows and jammed them between his back and the headboard.
Tyler’s ability to draw out details, and get them on paper amazed Madison, though she was on the verge of sleep by the time he pulled the third image from Shane’s memory and left the room to send the pictures to the police.
She snuggled against Shane, welcomed the feel of Tyler’s body against her back when he returned, her heart hungering to always have this, to end each day in a cocoon of warmth whether or not she was the one in its center.
They made love in the morning. Them on her, in her.
Tyler answering her question of the day before by lying on top of Shane, taking Shane, their mouths locked together, bodies battling toward release and finding ecstasy.
Alone in the shower afterward, Madison blinked back the tears. This was the life she wanted. But she didn’t deserve to claim this happy-ever-after when she hadn’t made good on her promise to Eli. When she hadn’t accomplished anything.
Shane and Tyler were both successful. While she was just surviving until she once again became a struggling musician whose real passion was songwriting.
Wiping away the tears, she forced the churn of her emotions downward, as if she could stuff them into one of the metal boxes that held pieces of Bio-dad’s past.
