End Game

by Samantha Wayland

  “My god, Garrick,” she breathed. “Look at his face. It’s like he’s in heaven.”

  “I know,” Garrick moaned.

  Rhian pulled back and a hint of a smile curled lips before he took Garrick into his throat again.

  She ran her hand over Garrick’s fingers and petted Rhian’s curls before slipping her palm down his neck to his shoulders. She wanted to touch his throat, to feel him swallow around Garrick, but worried it would make his apparently non-existent gag reflex kick in.

  She could see how Garrick fought the urge to writhe, his body twitching, his face a mask of concentration as he desperately tried not to do anything that could hurt Rhian.

  Had Rhian claimed Garrick was in control in the bedroom? Because right then, Garrick was a slave to Rhian’s every action.

  Garrick released his grip on Rhian’s head and scrabbled for Savannah, clamping a hand on her thigh and a fistful of Rhian’s jersey. “Come here,” he growled, sending a shiver down her back.

  As much as she wanted to keep watching Rhian, she couldn’t resist kissing Garrick. Deeply. Her mind spun as his tongue twined with hers, jerking and retreating as the breath was sucked from his body before returning with a gasp.

  She could guess what Rhian was doing. Picture what she’d already seen. Her pussy ached, her belly quivering with the need to be touched. Filled.

  She practically keened into their kiss, barely stopping to beg. “Please.”

  Garrick snaked his hands down her belly and up her thigh under Rhian’s big jersey. She spread her legs, her knees wide, shamelessly opening herself to him.

  Garrick gasped, his fingers twitching against her. The back of his head ground into the tiles as his back arched high.

  “Oh god, Rhian. I’m gonna…I’m going…I’m…oh fuck!”

  Rhian pulled off, wrapped his hand around Garrick’s balls, and gave them a firm tug. “Not yet.”

  “Oh Jesus,” Garrick groaned. He stared up at Savannah in a daze. “What the hell just happened?”

  Rhian peered over her shoulder.

  “That’s called oral sex, Garrick.” The scratch of Rhian’s voice sent new shivers down Savannah’s spine. As did the little smirk hovering on his red, swollen lips. “I have it on good authority that you’re familiar with the concept.”

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  Garrick blinked up at his lovers, trying to regain control of his faculties while they laughed at him.

  Rhian rested his chin on Savannah’s shoulder. “He’s cute when he’s confused.”

  She turned to Rhian. “God, your voice sounds amazing. Is that because you took him so deep?” Garrick felt her shiver with delight. He could relate.

  Rhian nodded, a full smile blooming. Garrick’s heart stuttered in his chest.

  Savannah reached for Rhian. “Come here.”

  Rhian’s kiss was fierce, his arms dragging her to him as his tongue plunged into her mouth.

  Garrick lay on the floor, on the verge of heart failure. His pulse pounded alarmingly and watching his lovers kiss only took it higher.

  Their kiss ended softly with Savannah’s hand on Rhian’s cheek. Their lips meeting for a dozen more gentle nips.

  Garrick watched, stunned as Rhian lifted Savannah and moved them both as if she didn’t weigh a thing. She landed so that they straddled Garrick’s knees, Rhian’s chest to her back, both looking down at Garrick with little smiles and knowing eyes. Rhian wrapped his arms around Savannah and rubbed their cheeks together.

  Garrick gulped and laid a hand over the ache in his chest. “You two are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Savannah’s smile grew. Rhian’s eyes widened.

  Savannah wriggled her ass back against Rhian. “Please,” she begged.

  Garrick almost made a grab for Rhian when he stood. Then Rhian shoved his briefs down his thighs and off his legs.

  Savannah smiled down at Garrick, laughter in her gaze.

  It should have been a simple question. “Are you and he…have you…?”

  Rhian knelt behind Savannah and smiled. She fell forward. catching herself on her hands, her elbows locked, her mouth just inches from his painfully erect cock.

  She licked her lips and Garrick whimpered.

  “Oh yes,” she murmured, “we have.”

  Garrick’s racing heart skipped a beat, returning to its gallop when Rhian wrapped his hands around her hips, biceps bulging.

  Her eyes fluttered closed. “Oh god, we are,” she cried.

  Rhian didn’t wait, didn’t hesitate, plunging into Savannah fast and hard from the first stroke. Savannah arched against him, her eyes sightless, her face flushed.

  Garrick hadn’t thought he could be any happier than he’d been when he’d fallen in love. Twice. He’d been wrong.

  He watched in awe as his lovers made love to each other. Savannah’s blissful face was as fascinating as Rhian’s fierce concentration. His gentle, submissive lover was mesmerizing when he took control. He pounded into Savannah, powerful, commanding their every movement.

  On a particularly forceful thrust, Savannah’s arms gave out and her face landed on Garrick’s hip, her panting breaths teasing his aching cock. Rhian’s goddamn jersey scratched over his thighs, tickling him. Savannah’s nails dug into the sides of his ass where she held on for dear life. Her voice hoarse as she cried out in delight. His name. Rhian’s.

  Cobalt blue eyes locked on his face and he stared back. Sweat trickled down Rhian’s temple and over flushed cheeks. His biceps knotted and his abs rippled as he lifted Savannah and worked his hips. Fast and hard.

  Savannah pleaded for more. Garrick, captivated by Rhian’s open expression and direct stare, felt each impact like a sledgehammer to his heart.

  This could work. Holy fucking shit, this could work.

  He threaded his fingers into Savannah’s hair. “God, look what you’ve done, baby,” Garrick said, his voice hoarse. “You should see his face. So beautiful. So fucking turned on. He loves to fuck you.”

  Her nails raking his skin, Rhian’s movements losing rhythm as Savannah screamed through her orgasm. Garrick’s achingly hard cock tapping his own belly in time to the thrusts Rhian pounded through all of them.

  Garrick held Savannah’s face to his hip, his joy boundless, his orgasm barely held at bay. “Please, Rhian.”

  He wasn’t sure what he was asking for, but Rhian knew. He fell forward to land on his elbows, and Savannah cried out between them. Her knees spread across the floor and their weight landed on Garrick’s legs, their bodies still joined, her arousal warming Garrick’s skin.

  Rhian lunged forward and captured Garrick’s cock with his mouth. His lips barely nuzzled the head before he took it all the way to the back of his throat. The soft, warm muscles of Rhian’s palate bumped against the hyper-sensitive head.

  It was enough. Too much.

  “Oh, fuck,” Garrick ground out, trembling.

  Rhian’s hips went faster than before.

  Savannah screamed. “Yes, Rhian. Just like that!” She canted her ass up to meet his thrusts.

  Garrick tried like hell to memorize everything he could about this moment, his heart bursting with happiness.

  Then his mind went blank, his vision blurred. The only sound in the world was the thunder of his pulse as pure joy shot down his spine and tightened every muscle in his body. He cried out and shuddered violently, pouring everything he had down Rhian’s throat.

  Rhian swallowed furiously until he couldn’t stand to be without oxygen another second.

  He threw back his head. His first breath was a gasp, his next a howl. His hips slammed against Savannah, shoving deep.

  “Rhian!” Her muscles clamped down on his pulsing cock.

  He jerked against her, his nervous system doing its level best to short circuit as his orgasm tore up and out of him. Holy Jesus. Garrick‘s strong hand gripped his neck as all three of them quaked against one another.

  With a final groan, his eyes popped op

en and he drowned in Garrick’s warm, brown gaze. Wow. His heart kicked over in his chest at the undiluted happiness there.

  Rhian collapsed on top of his lovers. Savannah sighed, not in the least bothered, it seemed, by his weight above or Garrick’s legs beneath her. He buried his face against Garrick’s stomach and took a deep breath.

  That had been a whole hell of a lot more powerful than he’d expected. He’d known it would be hot, but that…that was more than just great sex and intense gratification. Way beyond making it simple for Garrick to have two lovers at once. Or being allowed to be with Savannah and have two lovers himself.

  Something terrifying shifted in Rhian.

  The frantic beat of his heart was no longer due to exertion. His muscles drew tight.

  He tried to take a deep breath. To clear his mind. He didn’t want to panic. To embarrass himself.

  He couldn’t fill his lungs.

  He lifted his head with a jerk. Shoved himself away from them. Withdrew from Savannah too quickly.

  She winced and looked over her shoulder at him.

  Oh god. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. He couldn’t find his voice. Wasn’t even sure what part he should apologize for. His inconsiderate departure. His panic. He sprang to his feet. Had to steady himself against the wall as he stumbled away from Savannah and Garrick sprawled on the floor.

  Savannah threw herself off Garrick. “Oh shit!”

  Garrick sat up. “What—” His eyes landed on Rhian’s face and the words died in his throat.

  The blood drained from Rhian’s head.

  It was too much. Too huge. Too fucking wonderful.

  How would he ever survive when they left him?

  Savannah watched the color leech from Rhian’s face and his pupils shrink to pinpricks in his wide blue eyes.

  “Rhian, it’s okay.”

  She moved aside to let Garrick sort out his still hog-tied legs. His boots hit the floor and fabric rustled behind her. She kept her gaze on Rhian and stood.

  Rhian crept further away, cornering himself by the bedroom door. His breathing was uneven, rasping in his throat, but he was looking at her.

  The expression on his face broke her fucking heart.

  She could guess what had set him off. She’d expected that the first time the three of them were together would be phenomenal. But even she hadn’t been prepared for what had just happened. She’d never been more content than she’d been while squashed between the two men she loved.

  She swallowed back the lump trying to force its way up her throat.

  I love you, too, Rhian.

  She kept it inside, fearing it would worsen his panic.

  He was terrified. Of her. Of them. Of believing in what this could be.

  How the hell were they going to get past this?

  Garrick came to stand behind her, his big, naked body pressed close. She was soothed by his warmth, until Rhian’s eyes strayed to the door. It might have been wiser for Garrick to pull on his jeans. In this state, she wouldn’t put it past Rhian to run out to the street bare-assed naked, and it wouldn’t help anyone if Garrick chased him in the same condition.

  “Rhian?” Garrick said gently.

  Rhian peeled his eyes off the door to stare at Garrick. “I should go.”

  “Please, Rhian. We’re here, and we want you to stay with us.”

  Savannah slipped her hand into Garrick’s.

  “It can’t work,” Rhian said in a harsh whisper.

  “It already does,” Garrick returned. Together they took one step forward. “What part of what just happened didn’t work?”

  Rhian looked at Savannah, then back at Garrick. He slid to the floor. “It’s not that simple.” He sounded resigned.

  Moving carefully, Garrick dropped to his knees and crawled to Rhian’s side. Rhian blinked, motionless while Garrick gathered him into his arms. He ended up between Garrick’s outstretched legs, his back to Garrick’s chest, Garrick’s back to the wall.

  Savannah wanted to tell him it could be simple. All he needed to do was believe.

  She went to them, straddling their legs and settling on the floor facing them. Garrick could drag Rhian into the bedroom and lie down on top of him, but this was better. It was important that she and Garrick did this together.

  She wrapped her arms and legs around Rhian and Garrick and held on. Garrick did the same, smashing Rhian between them.

  They waited, patient and relentless while Rhian slowly relaxed. Eventually he put an arm around her while his other hand stroked down Garrick’s thigh.

  She looked into his beautiful face. “Are we okay?”

  Rhian sighed. “Yeah. But we have to stop doing this.”

  Garrick hugged them tighter. “No, Rhian. You can’t—”

  Rhian put a hand over his shoulder to cover Garrick’s mouth. His lips twitched. “I meant the human pretzel thing. My ass is going numb from this cold, hard floor.”

  Savannah laughed and Garrick grinned. “Mine, too,” Garrick admitted, releasing them.

  Rhian helped her stand and hauled Garrick up behind him. He cast one last look at the door, almost longingly. “You sure you want me to stay?”

  He asked it evenly. Without emotion. She wanted to shake him.

  “Yes, Rhian. We want you to stay,” she said firmly, letting her exasperation show.

  Garrick cupped his cheek with one hand and spoke in a sweet voice. “If you ask that again, I’m going to tie you to the bed for a week to prove it.”

  Rhian’s lips twitched. So did his dick.

  Garrick didn’t miss a thing. His eyebrows went up. “That sound good to you?”

  Rhian shrugged and bit his lip. “Maybe.”

  Savannah resisted the urge to point out his dick was giving him away, practically waving a “yes, yes, yes!” She smiled at him. “You have the most interesting ideas, my kinky friend.”

  She pushed him through the door and into the bedroom.

  “Me?” he asked. “This from the woman who wanted to watch me suck off her boyfriend?”

  His light tone eased the lingering tension. They’d cleared another hurdle. She looked forward to the day she didn’t constantly have to be on the lookout for the next one. She swore to herself they would get there.

  “He’s your boyfriend, too,” she reminded him. “And it was hot. Don’t you have a gag reflex? At all?” She climbed up on the bed. Rhian followed her without hesitation, Garrick close behind.

  Rhian grinned and the sight slammed through her. “Nope.”

  Savannah grinned back. “Will you teach me?”

  His smile slipped and he blinked with surprise.

  Garrick’s eyes went from cinnamon to chocolate. His voice dropped to a deep rumble that made her knees week. “Will you teach me?”

  Rhian’s mouth opened and shut, repeatedly, nothing but stuttering breaths passing between his lips for a good thirty seconds while he no doubt pictured Garrick swallowing his cock.

  Chapter Thirty

  Rhian knelt on the bed and tried to wrap his head around the idea of giving his lovers deep-throating lessons, and what the consequences of those lessons would be.

  Nope. He couldn’t possibly imagine having not one, but two lovers with such a skill.

  That they wanted to be with him, to give him their time and attention, still scared the shit out of him, as evidenced by his embarrassing meltdown in the hallway. But he was steadier now. He’d decided, while sitting on the hard floor surrounded by his lovers, that he could do this. For a while. He wasn’t going to let the truth—that they would never keep him for the long haul—interfere with the pleasure of having them now.

  A slow smile crawled across his face and he watched, rapt, as matching grins bloomed. Panic or not, it stroked his ego that these two gorgeous people wanted him.

  Garrick pounced and kissed him fiercely. Rhian kissed him back. Hands ran all over his skin. He loved the soft pads of Savannah’s fingers as much as the rough calluses on Garrick’s.

 ; Both good. Equally exciting.

  That was true about everything with these two. And not just physically. He knew what it meant, in his heart, but he kept it to himself.

  A rough hand slid down his belly, rubbing, circling, until it hovered just above his rapidly recovering dick.

  Garrick abruptly stopped kissing him. “Whoa-ho, what is this?” He sat back to watch his hand trace over Rhian’s bare skin.

  “What is what?” he asked, reaching for Savannah. If Garrick wasn’t going to kiss him, then he’d find someone who would.

  Garrick hand tickled beneath his navel, where there was no longer a treasure trail.

  Savannah watched what Garrick was doing with a smile. “I waxed him,” she confessed. “Well, not me personally.”

  Rhian snorted. “No, you gave that honor to some crazy Brazilian lady trained in the art of torture.”

  Savannah laughed.

  Garrick’s hand didn’t stop moving, drifting over smooth skin, but never touching Rhian’s cock. Rhian growled, trying to force Garrick’s hand where he wanted it with a jerk of his hips. No luck.

  “Shit, that’s hot,” Garrick whispered. His hand dipped to cup Rhian’s bare balls. “It makes you look bigger.”

  Rhian’s dick did its level best to rise to the occasion. Garrick rose onto his knees and slammed their mouths together. Savannah had warned him Garrick would like the waxing. Guess she was right.

  Rhian nudged Garrick away and smiled at her. “Thanks.”

  She smiled, grabbed his face and kissed him just as fiercely.

  God, he could get used to this.

  They took turns kissing him. Sometimes soft. Sometimes ferocious. Rhian was breathless by the time Savannah and Garrick kissed each other. It was far more exciting to watch than Rhian would have guessed. He stroked their cheeks, smiling when Garrick cut him a look.

  Eventually, somehow, the three of them were in one big sloppy kiss. Rhian had no idea whose tongue was on his, whose mouth his tongue was in. It didn’t matter.

  Lips cruised over his neck, his shoulders. He latched onto Savannah’s neck and sucked up a red spot as Garrick did it to him. He was usually opposed to hickeys—god knew they’d caused him trouble in the past—but tonight he didn’t care. Who would see it? He didn’t have practice and it wasn’t like he gave a shit if his oncologist saw it.

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