by Sam Crescent
Wrapping her fingers around the width, she worked up and down before sucking on the tip of him.
Easton pressed a finger to her asshole as he sucked on her clit.
She closed her eyes, trying to stop her arousal from building. She didn’t want this to stop. After having Liam talk to her nonstop about how good it would be between all of them, she didn’t want him to ever stop.
“She’s close, Easton. She’s trying to fight it though. She’s a greedy one.”
“There’s nothing to fight.”
She cried out as Easton gave her ass a slap. This was different from eleven years ago. They weren’t kids anymore fumbling around. This was real. They were man and woman, and not only that, they had Liam now.
Liam pressed the tip of his cock back to her mouth, and as Easton brought her to her orgasm, Liam found his between her lips and she swallowed every single drop of his cum down her throat, wanting more. He let her go, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before he took a seat, watching them.
With the haze of her arousal coming down, she kept her gaze on her husband.
“I want to watch the two of you together,” Liam said. “Remember, trust.”
“Trust?”
Liam nodded.
Easton sat on the sofa. He still wore his pants, and Scarlett was overcome with shyness. His mouth was covered in her juices, and she could still taste Liam on her tongue.
This was all new to her.
New didn’t always mean scary. Reaching out, she tugged open Easton’s pants.
“I need a condom,” Easton said.
“Scarlett’s on the pill.”
“Are you clean?” Scarlett asked. “We are. I can go and get our medical documents.”
“I trust the both of you. The way Liam’s handled everything, I’ve got no reason to doubt him.”
“You don’t.” Scarlett leaned in close and kissed his lips. She felt unsure, nervous. Should she be kissing him? Liam made no sound of protest, so she cupped Easton’s face and finally kissed him with the passion she’d been denying herself.
Even after all these years, her feelings for Easton hadn’t changed. They weren’t as free as they once were, but she still loved him.
She didn’t want him to go, ever.
Was it selfish of her to want two men and for them to want her? Yes, it was. She knew Liam wanted to share Easton, and she was okay with sharing this man with her husband and vice versa.
If only it could work…
It had to work.
Easton lifted her up so she straddled his waist. His hands went to her thighs, running up and down them.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting this?” Easton asked. “I spent so many nights with regret. I wanted to find you, but I’d always find some dumbass excuse.”
“You’ve found me now.”
“Yes, and you’ve got the most understanding husband on the planet.” Easton reached between them, and the tip of his cock touched her clit.
The grip she had on his shoulders tightened from the single touch of his cock. Biting her lip, she glanced down. This would be the first time in eleven years she’d had sex with Easton. The father of her child.
Looking back up, she stared into his dark brown eyes, mesmerized by the beauty of them.
She felt Liam at her back, and her love for him would never waver. If this worked, she hoped for one day when her love for Easton wouldn’t be so broken or shattered.
As she slid down onto Easton’s length, they both cried out. In her mind, she traveled back in time to when they crossed this line once before. It hadn’t been intentional, and for Scarlett, her first ever time with anyone.
Pushing those bitter memories aside, she focused on the Easton of now, not of then.
Lifting herself up, she began to rock against him, and Easton cupped her hips, working his cock inside her, guiding her pussy over his length.
Liam moved behind her, his lips trailing her neck. “You look incredible taking his cock.” She felt his hand between them, his fingers circling Easton’s cock as he fucked her. Easton tensed beneath her, but he didn’t stop.
This was all new and exciting, and she gasped as Liam’s hand moved between her thighs, stroking over her clit.
She needed Liam so badly. He was her anchor.
With him, she knew she’d be safe.
****
Later that night, Liam sat in his office, looking over some paperwork. Junior was being put to bed and was also having the time of his life knowing Easton would be staying with them for the foreseeable future.
In the next week, Easton would be moving in with them.
For their son, they would keep up appearances and he’d stay in the room he’d been sleeping in. With Junior asleep, Easton would always be coming to bed with him and Scarlett.
Running a finger across his lip, he glanced toward the sofa where he’d watched Easton and Scarlett make love.
They were … scared.
He couldn’t think of any other word to describe them. The passion for each other was off the charts. He saw the way they looked at each other, and even as Easton tried to hide his curiosity with him, Liam knew it was going to happen.
What Easton and Scarlett had was broken at the moment. He wouldn’t for a second believe he couldn’t fix either of them with the right amount of love and care.
Did Scarlett see the shattered man in Easton?
Liam sure did, and it broke his heart to know how sad he was, most of the time. When he didn’t think anyone was looking, Easton rarely smiled.
In the past couple of weeks, Liam had made it his mission to find out every single little tiny insignificant and life-changing detail of Easton’s life. The only way he could make a success of this relationship with all three of them was to know everything. To Liam, knowledge would always be power.
Easton’s past was connected with Scarlett. The death of one girlfriend, happening a mere few months before Junior’s conception, spoke volumes.
Not only did Scarlett and Easton share Junior, but they shared a memory of their last days together. Whatever Easton had said to Scarlett had stopped her from ever finding him out to tell him about their son.
“You okay?” Easton asked, entering his office.
“Where’s Junior and Scarlett?”
“He’s asleep. She took a swim. Said she needed a few minutes to clear her head.” Easton pointed at the chair. “May I?”
“Of course, have a seat.”
“I don’t think this is going to work out the way you hoped,” Easton said.
“Why not?” Liam dropped his pen to the desk, sat back, and waited.
“I know you mean well, and you think you see a future here. It’s not possible. It’ll never be possible. Not in a million years. I felt Scarlett today, and she’s nervous around me.” He saw the tears in Easton’s eyes, and he looked away, not letting Liam see them.
“Do you love her?” Liam asked.
“Dude, look, it’s not going to work.”
“Do you love her? I’m going to keep on asking the question. You may as well answer me.”
Easton sighed. “You really do like getting what you want.”
“I’m a big believer in truth. I don’t like people who run from their responsibilities but also their feelings. You don’t just hurt yourself if you run, Easton. You hurt Scarlett and Junior this time.”
“Did you see how nervous she was with me. How … scared? I don’t want her to be that way. Not with me. I will never hurt her.” Easton got up and started to pace the office.
Liam watched him. “You did.”
“Eleven years ago.”
“You’ve got to understand, Junior will always be the painful reminder of what you both had and lost,” Liam said. “If this is really so hard for you, walk away, but you don’t come back.”
“You can’t keep me from my son.”
“I don’t believe a coward should raise a gentleman, Easton.”
“I’m not a coward.”
“Then what would you call a man who is on the brink of having everything he could ever want but because it’s not gone so smoothly first time around, you walk away?”
“It’s easy for you. She loves you, and she likes your touch. I felt the way she changed when you were there. You can’t deny that. You’re the one she wants.”
Liam stood up. “She wants both of us, you nitwit. Why do you have to push like this?”
“I … I…”
“You were expecting it to be easy. Believe me, I get it. You think this is easy for me? The love of my life has a lot of pain inside her. I know through her pain she loves you. A part of her will always belong to you!” He pointed at Easton. “My love for her is another reason I’m willing to share her. Not only that, but we can make this work. I know we can.”
“What if it doesn’t? What if this is going to hurt her even more?”
“What are you so afraid of? Has your father fucked you up that you can’t even see the chance of happiness?”
“I don’t fucking need this.” He didn’t want to think about his father in this house. Not with his son or Scarlett, or even Liam.
Liam grabbed his arm, and Easton couldn’t help it. He raised his fist as if to hit him, but Liam saw the move and grabbed his fist.
“You don’t want to do this.”
All of a sudden, Easton was pressed up against the wall and Liam had him completely restrained.
He growled, thrashing, trying to get away. He needed to be free.
“Stop it.”
“Fuck you.”
“Talk to me, Easton.”
“Fuck off.”
“You like that word a lot, don’t you, Easton? Are you used to pushing people away all the time? Do they even fight to stay in your company?” Easton was so beautifully broken, and Liam was determined to change that. He didn’t want any of his family to be like this. He could fix both of them. Scarlett was already changed, but he had no doubt he’d be able to fill the hole in this man’s life. Be it friend, confidant or even lover. He’d never force the man but would be more than happy to guide him with everything he needed.
The tension in the room changed, and Easton suddenly stopped trying to fight him. It caught Liam off guard, especially as he was able to feel so close to Easton. The other man was everything he’d ever wanted, and he couldn’t believe he’d been right in this city this whole time. The only difference for Liam was he would never hurt Scarlett for his own personal needs.
He’d made that vow once he realized he loved Scarlett more than anything, but now, with Easton in the picture, he was truly starting to know what it meant to love two people with the same kind of passion.
Easton kept on staring at him but not saying a word.
Finally, he let him go. If Liam didn’t move back and take a break, he was going to do something about the arousal he was feeling. Kissing Easton wouldn’t come like this. Without waiting for a reply from him, he turned on his heel and walked away.
Chapter Twelve
Over eleven years ago
“I hate the rain,” Easton said, running into the gazebo for shelter.
Scarlett giggled. “Come on, what did the rain ever do to you?”
“It gets me all wet.” Easton laughed as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “Surely you feel it, don’t you?” He pressed his nose against her neck. “How wet you are.” Realizing what he’d just said, he pulled away to stare into Scarlett’s eyes. Her face was a delightful shade of pink.
“You think I’m wet.”
“Yeah, I didn’t really think that one through.”
“No, no, it’s fine. We’re both wet.”
“I’m hard, believe me,” he said. Easton didn’t know what possessed him to press the evidence of said arousal against her stomach.
“Easton!” She gasped his name but didn’t pull away.
“I want you, Scarlett. Our time together is coming to an end, and I can’t stand the thought of going back home without being with you first.”
She smiled. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Had a summer fling?”
“No, had sex.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m a virgin.” She nibbled her lip, and it was the first time since he’d known her where she looked completely unsure about what she was saying to him. “Does it bother you?”
Carla had been a virgin.
Part of him knew he should back away right now, but the way Scarlett made him feel. The pain was almost non-existent with Scarlett. He completely forgot about everything with Scarlett. All the pain was more a distant memory than actual feelings to him.
“No, it doesn’t.” Pressing his lips to hers, he vowed to make it good for her. To make sure when Scarlett remembered this moment, she’d do so with a smile. He couldn’t keep her for himself; his father would only ruin this woman.
****
Present day
Easton sat in his office after spending the entire weekend with Liam, Scarlett, and Junior. After his confrontation with Liam, he figured he’d get thrown out, but this morning, after Junior was in the car, Scarlett had kissed both him and Liam, and promised them both she’d make an awesome dinner for their return.
He’d also shared Liam and Scarlett’s bed, their woman between them.
It wasn’t his relationship with Scarlett that was making him nervous. It was the way Liam felt pressed against him. He’d felt Liam’s arousal, but the man had simply stepped back from him and walked away.
They hadn’t been alone again since, apart from this morning when he got the chance to walk Junior to school.
He’d finally gotten the chance to see his son to school.
“Knock, knock,” Axton said.
Pulled out of his thoughts, he looked toward one of his friends.
“You okay?” Axton asked.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know. You’ve finally been given an almost teenage son. That’s got to have some meaning. How are things with your kid and Scarlett?” Axton took a seat, crossing his legs as he did so.
“You’re really curious about this or about who my kid is staying with?” he asked.
“I’m not going to lie, I’m curious about Knight and especially about how this all works for you?” Axton shrugged.
Again, he thought about Liam’s face and how close he’d been. Easton had wanted to kiss him, and if Liam hadn’t moved away, he’d have done it as well.
He’d never kissed a man before. He wondered what it would be like.
Would Liam have nice, firm lips, smooth, sexy?
He was losing his mind right about now. This couldn’t be happening. He finally got a chance to be with Scarlett, and now he was fantasizing about her husband as well as her.
“It works for me.” Easton shrugged. “Is there any other reason you’re here?”
Axton sat back. “I know you’re pissed off at me for making you go to rehab.”
“I’m not pissed at you for any reason, Axton. I’m actually glad you sent me. I was a mess.”
“You’re glad?”
“Yes. I fucked up in everything, didn’t I? I wasn’t good for the company or anything. I had to be taken care of. My father would have killed me and spun some kind of bullshit, but you didn’t do that and I’m grateful you didn’t. I’ve been given a second chance. A chance with my son and to know Scar.”
“You love her?” Axton asked.
Easton stared at his friend, not wanting to admit the truth.
“We all know you were never in love with Carla. It’s not something to be ashamed of.”
He averted his gaze. “It is.”
“No, it’s not,” Axton said.
Easton closed his eyes, counted to ten, and focused his attention on his friend. “Yeah, it is. It’s not the part about not loving her I’m ashamed of. She’s dead because of me.”
“You didn’t kill her.”
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�I was determined to pop her cherry. I had this sick bet going on, and I had to complete it. For what reason? I don’t know. If I’d simply let it all go, she’d still be alive.”
“I wouldn’t be with Taylor. Your son wouldn’t have been born and you’d never have met Scarlett because you wouldn’t have needed a reason to go to camp.”
“We can’t change what happened though. I did fuck Carla. I knocked her up, and my father killed her, and tried to dump the body. He failed. I went to camp, knocked up another woman, and turned my back on her.”
“I didn’t want to come in here and reflect on what happened or what could have been. I came as a friend. I’ve not seen a whole lot of you outside of work. Karson and Romeo said you’re not even hanging out with them at the club.”
“I’ve got no reason to or desire. I’ve got to get this work done.”
Axton stopped as if he wanted to say something else.
Easton waited.
“I’ll talk to you soon.”
He was left alone, and Easton spent the rest of the day catching up on work. At two o’clock he got a call from Liam.
The moment he heard the other man’s voice, his heart started to race.
“Are you busy?” Liam asked.
“Erm, I can stop now. I’m one of the bosses, why?” Had Liam felt their connection as well or was it just him? Get your head in the game.
“Something’s come up at work. I need you to go and pick up Junior if you’re able to. Scarlett’s busy with the lawyer, as otherwise she’d go and pick him up. Please, Easton, I’ve already phoned the school. They know you’ll be waiting for him.”
“What if I’d said no?” Easton asked.
“You’d say no to the opportunity to go and pick up your son? You can pretend to be an asshole all you want who doesn’t care, but if it was the case, you wouldn’t have come to us, or agreed to the weekends. Are you okay?”
“I wish people would stop asking me that.”
“You want people to stop caring about you?”
“It’s not about caring.”
“It’s not? Could have fooled me. When people around you are worried, they ask personal, invasive questions. You should try it from time to time. You might learn something. You’re good to pick up Junior?”
