I felt off balance as I watched him lean into Brennan’s side. Brennan kissed him sweetly and then his eyes lifted to meet mine. I marveled at how content he looked despite the fact that I’d once again kissed Tristan. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down to kiss Brennan. When I leaned back, a wide smile drifted across his lips. I ended up sitting down on the coffee table and just stared at the both of them for several long seconds. I had no idea what the fuck was going on between the three of us and part of me actually didn’t want to know – I wanted this to be our reality. I wanted to not have to put a label on what was happening and I wanted to not have to worry that both young men were going to eventually realize that I was the piece of the puzzle that didn’t fit.
“I talked the guy at the pawn shop into selling your watch back to me for what you sold it for,” I said as I forced my eyes away from Brennan and Tristan and reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out the remainder of the money. “He said he already sold the other stuff you pawned.”
“Memphis,” I heard Tristan say and I looked up to see him watching me, his expression pained. “Those men…Ray…”
“You’re safe now, Tristan,” was all I said. I turned my attentionback to getting the money when I felt Tristan’s hands on my knees as he sat up.
“Memphis…” Tristan said softly.
I made myself look at him and then I hardened my jaw. Fine, he wanted to see the real me, I’d show him.
“What do you want to know, Tristan?” I asked. “Whether or not I killed them?”
Tristan flinched at my brusque tone, but he didn’t move away from me and that irritated me even more. “They’re still breathing,” I snapped. “But I made sure they knew what would happen if they ever touched you again…if they ever even set eyes on you again. And I’m going to do the same to your piece of shit father who ran back to New York like the fucking coward he is.”
I tried to stand, but Tristan grabbed my wrists and I wasn’t willing to risk hurting him, so I remained where I was. His hold on me eased slightly as his gray eyes held mine and then he dropped them to my hands. I’d ended up fisting my hands at some point during my outburst, but when Tristan ran his fingers over them, I opened them. I was stunned when he examined my hands before lifting his eyes and whispering, “They didn’t hurt you, right?”
“No,” I said, my anger dissolving as he played with my fingers, linking our hands together and then unlinking them, over and over.
“Good,” he murmured and then he was moving. He was straddling my lap and kissing me before I even realized what was happening. I kissed him back, but before the kiss got too hot and heavy, he ended it and then ran his fingers through my hair. “I don’t want this to end yet,” he whispered. “Promise me it won’t.”
My heart jumped in my chest. I automatically looked at Brennan who was watching us with naked hunger in his gaze. My desire spiked with just that one look and I snagged Tristan by the hair to hold him still for the rough kiss I laid on him. He moaned when I grabbed his ass in my hands and lifted him as I stood. I sat down on the couch with him still on my lap and then reached for Brennan and yanked him forward until his lips crashed down on mine. I kissed him hard and fast and then used my hand on the back of his head to guide him to Tristan. They both knew instantly whatI wanted and they feasted on each other’s mouths as Tristan began sliding his hips back and forth over my crotch. My cock responded instantly and I quickly reached for Tristan’s jeans and worked them open. I didn’t take my eyes off of the two young men even as I got Brennan’s pants open.
I fisted both their cocks and heard them groan before separating to look down at me. Tristan began thrusting into my hand right away, but Brennan actually leaned down to open my pants. He carefully pulled my rock hard dick free from the confines of my pants and underwear and then he began jacking me off as his lips sought out Tristan’s again. The sight of their tongues twining around one another had me shoving my hips up desperately as electricity fired up my spine.
Everything was down and dirty after that and I was barely aware of Brennan knocking my hand away from Tristan’s dick so he could take us both in hand. I managed to keep working Brennan’s dick over even as both men took turns kissing me and each other and within minutes we were a mass of limbs, hot flesh, and seeking tongues. Overwhelming heat flashed through my body as my orgasm grew and grew and I felt helpless to do anything but lay back and enjoy my men bringing me pleasure. Tristan’s seeking hands had pushed my shirt up and his nimble fingers kept playing with my nipples as he thrust into Brennan’s hand, sliding our slick dicks together. I came first and with no warning at all. I shouted as the pressure inside of me exploded and I looked down to see white ropes of cum splashing onto my abdomen and chest. The orgasm wrenched through me so hard and so fast that it was almost painful in its intensity.
I was barely aware of Tristan calling out mine and Brennan’s names as he came, but I felt his hot cum spraying all over me and I managed to focus on his face long enough to watch his features contort in blissful agony. Brennan was the hold out and that was mostly my fault since I’d been too overcome with my own climax to keep up the drags on his flushed cock. But as he lifted to his knees and kissed Tristan, I fisted him firmly and began sliding my hand up and down his flesh with long, heavy strokes. I watched Tristan’shand glide down Brennan’s body as they continued to play with each other’s mouths, but instead of reaching for Brennan’s dick like I thought he was planning, Tristan slid his hand down the back of Brennan’s loosened pants. Brennan gasped and tore his lips free of Tristan and began thrusting into my hand eagerly. While I couldn’t see Tristan actually fingering Brennan’s hole, I suspected that was exactly what was happening because Brennan came quickly after that and I felt an immense amount of satisfaction when his cum mixed with mine and Tristan’s on my stomach.
Both men laughed softly and then kissed each other before they focused on me. And despite the excessive amounts of sticky, cooling cum on my body, I was in no rush to go anywhere.
I wasn’tsure what I expected to find when I walked out of the bathroom after taking a quick shower to rinse the evidence of what had happened a few minutes earlier in the living room off my body, but it certainly wasn’t the sight of Brennan and Tristan sitting on my bed, their legs intertwined as they made out. They were still fully dressed and I suspected they’d cleaned up in the kitchen since all they would have had to do was wash their hands. I forced myself to ignore them as I went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and began dragging them on.
“Commando, huh?” Brennan said with a smile as both he and Tristan watched me hungrily. “That will certainly make things easier for us later,” he mused.
My dick twitched at that, but I didn’t say anything. Of course, I couldn’t stop the smile I could feel tugging at the corners of my mouth.
“Brennan and I are going up to the San Juans today to take my dads’ boat out to do some fishing,” Tristan announced. “Will you come with us?”
“I have work to do,” I automatically said. Sex with Brennan and Tristan was one thing – playing house with them in the real world was entirely another and there was no way I was going to getcomfortable doing that. “Phoenix will go with you,” I said. “Once we’re sure those fuckers have left the city you won’t need to be shadowed anymore.”
And I’d have no excuse to stay in Seattle.
“Phoenix can’t come with us,” Brennan said. “We already talked to him – he gets seasick.”
I glanced at both men who were still tangled up in each other, but were only gently petting each other now. It turned me on as much as the sight of them kissing. “Fine,” I said as I reached for my phone and dialed Cain.
“Yeah,” Cain said when he answered.
“I need you to shadow Brennan and Tristan while they take a boat out fishing in the San Juans.”
“Can’t do it,” Cain said. “I get seasick.”
“What?” I asked as I glanced at Brennan and Tristan who were both trying desperately not to laugh.
“Yeah, I’ll blow chunks,” Cain continued. “Can’t swim either,” he added. “And um, I’ve got ichthyophobia,” he said, clearly struggling to pronounce the word.
“What the hell is that?” I asked. I swore I heard Cain talking to someone in the background before he said, “It’s the fear of fish.”
