Just as I’m sinking into Colt’s perfectly used hole, Joaquin is suddenly behind me, circling my pucker with his cum-slicked fingers. He whispers something in my ear, then thrusts his fingers inside me, carefully violent, his fingers crooked. When they find their intended target, my sense of reality is torn apart, and I come so hard that it makes me want to do it again and again and again.
I might only be capable of one more tonight, but in my mind, these men owe me several more orgasms.
We put our clothes back on and then race each other back up to the bunkhouse. We pile into the larger shower downstairs, bitching about sharing the water, all while touching and teasing and kissing and generally just loving up on one another.
When we finally run out of hot water, Joaquin steps out and grabs towels for all of us, kissing Colt with a gentleness he never reserves for me. And God, I love that he knows we each need something different.
I was so fucking jealous before, but that’s because I didn’t know how it would all work out. Joaquin and Colt have their own relationship. Colt and I have our own relationship. Joaquin and I have our own relationship. And then there's the three of us.
Maybe that sounds complicated, but it’s really not. We don’t lose any of ourselves with each other. We each bring something to this. Even though we’re about to have a second threesome today, that's just the fun stuff.
As I watch Joaquin wrap Colt’s towel around his waist, I realize that it’s really been the relationship stuff I've been missing this whole time.
Colt sees me watching them and smiles, reaching for my cock, gently tugging me over to them. He kisses me, still stroking. I'm gonna need some recovery time from what we did in the tack room, but it feels nice to be touched and kissed, especially when Joaquin's warm lips hit my shoulders.
“Fuck, I love you both so much,” I say, the words rushing out of my mouth.
Both men stop, and Colt’s eyes immediately go red. “Really?” he asks, his voice strained.
“I love everything about you, Colt. Every goddamn thing about you is so perfect and right for me,” I say, kissing him deeply as Joaquin’s kisses trail up the back of my neck.
We pull apart, and a few tears spill down his face. “I’ve loved you for so long,” he sniffs, and I kiss him again to let him know it’s real.
“I love you, too, Colt,” Joaquin rumbles over my shoulder, his strong arms circling me. “It’s fucking impossible not to.”
Colt trembles against me, whispering his love to Joaquin, his voice cracking as they kiss, sandwiching me in the process.
“And I love you,” Joaquin says, kissing the side of my head. “You goddamn troublemaker.”
I turn around to find tears in Joaquin’s eyes and Colt at my back. Every misconception I’d ever had about love dies in their arms.
Capturing Joaquin’s gaze, I whisper, “Te amo.”
He inhales sharply, then kisses me with his entire soul, taking apart my world and rebuilding it brick by brick. Colt joins the kiss, completing it, completing us. It’s sloppy and perfect, and so veryus.
And, because I’m me, I’m suddenly not havinganyproblems rising to the occasion.
Joaquin looks between the two of us, ready for another round. “You two realize how old I am, right? Warwick used the last of my little blue pills for one of his pathetic trysts. I hope you don’t mind when I can’t quite keep up with you.”
Having benefited from his stamina in bed, Colt and I roll our eyes at each other.
“I bet we can get him hard by the time we reach the bedroom,” Colt says, rubbing Joaquin’s belly.
“You are welcome to try, my love,” he says, returning the gesture.
Deciding that we’ve already spent too much time not having sex, we stumble out of the bathroom into the library area, starting to round the steps when the barn door opens.
We fly apart, and I remember, belatedly, to wrap my towel around my waist.
It's Trip, and he’s standing in our kitchen with his hands on his hips. I glance over at Joaquin, who's biting his lower lip.
“Guess I'm going to have to start knocking when I come over. I suppose it's fair since y’all have to do the same at our house.”
Joaquin, grimacing, steps forward. “Look, Trip, I know how this looks…”
Trip holds up his hand. “Dad already told me. And now that I've kind of seen it in full Technicolor, I get it. I mean, this could be a real disaster for the ranch, I hope y'all all realize. We’ll have to figure out some guidelines around all of this mess, but I just came by to say thank you for taking care of Abel. And Oliver. He's been a good friend.”
We all sort of nod, dumbfounded, then Trip flicks his hat in a kind of goodbye before quietly letting himself out.
