He managed a nod and waited another pregnant moment before saying, “He’d been sleeping with the drug lord for years. Not just sleeping with him – he’d fallen in love with him. He’d warn him whenever we were preparing to make an arrest. But because he was in D.C. that day…”
“He couldn’t warn him and you killed the guy,” I finished for him.
Memphis nodded. “He flew to Oregon the morning of my press conference. My parents knew him – we’d stayed with them dozens of times – so they would have let him in the house without question. He beat them both to death before…”
Memphis just shook his head.
“What happened to Drake?” Tristan asked.
“Cops arrested him when they found him broken down trying to get over the pass in my parents’ car. He was killed in prison by another inmate a month after the trial ended.”
“Did you talk to him at all?” I asked.
Memphis shook his head. “The prosecutor said it could mess up the case if I did. After…after they played the video of Janie, he…he said, ‘You did this… You brought this on yourself.’”
“It’s not your fault,” I whispered, though the words seemed hollow.
“I can’t, Brennan,” he said in an agonized voice. More tears fell as he turned to look at me. “Please, I can’t do this,” he said brokenly. His hand went to his chest like he was in physical pain. “Please make it stop.”
I wiped at the tears that spilled unchecked from my eyes. Memphis’s gaze shifted to Tristan. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said about you being worse than him-”
“Don’t,” Tristan said softly and then he shifted up to kiss Memphis gently.
“Tristan, make it stop,” Memphis cried and he clutched Tristan’s hand in his and pressed it right over his heart.
“We’ll make it stop, baby,” Tristan promised and he levered up on his elbow. The move jarred Tink who got up and jumped off the bed. Tristan’s eyes met mine briefly and I nodded.
“Can we make love to you, Memphis?” Tristan asked as he ran his fingers over Memphis’s lips. More tears fell as Memphis nodded and then he was rolling into Tristan, his arms wrapping around him. Tristan held on to him as I began placing soft kisses along the back of Memphis’s neck. After a couple of minutes, Tristan layMemphis flat again, and then his mouth was covering Memphis’s. Their kisses were light and fleeting and I knew Tristan was letting Memphis set the pace. As soon as Tristan pulled back enough, I kissed Memphis in the exact same way. I let my hand skim his chest and abdomen. My hand repeatedly brushed Tristan’s because he was doing the same exact thing. It wasn’t until Memphis began seeking out more that Tristan and I began undressing him. We touched him everywhere and as the current began to change from pain and sorrow to something else, Tristan and I kissed each other as well.
We took our time undressing Memphis and each other, but it never stopped being about Memphis. And while he would occasionally touch us, that was all he did, seemingly content to just feel, to just take the love and comfort we were offering.
Once we had him naked, I swallowed his cock to the back of my throat while Tristan kissed him. He began thrusting into my mouth, but I used my hand around his base to keep him from controlling the pace. I reveled in the sound of the whimpers falling from his throat. I lifted my eyes long enough to see that he had his arm wrapped around Tristan’s naked body and they were exchanging, deep, wet kisses, their tongues swirling and dancing together. Memphis’s other hand cupped the back of my neck and I loved knowing he needed that connection with me. I kept up my ministrations on Memphis’s dick, but I made sure to keep him riding the edge. When I released his dick, I gave it one last lick and then climbed up his body and kissed him. I kissed Tristan too and then used my hand to wipe the hair from Memphis’s glistening brow. I was glad to see that the pain in his gaze was gone. There was lust there now, but something more too.
“Tell us what you want, Memphis,” I said softly as I traced my finger over his mouth.
“I want you inside of me,” he whispered. “Both of you.” Excitement went through me at the prospect of being connected to Memphis in such a way for the first time, but when he added, “At the same time,” a whisper of fear went through me.
“Memphis…” I said, unable to hide the uncertainty in my voice.
“Please,” Memphis said softly. “I need you both…I can’t explain it, but I just do.”
The raw need in Memphis’s gaze tore at my heart, but I also saw the truth of his words. I lifted my eyes to Tristan’s and saw the fear there, but he also nodded. I turned my attention back to Memphis and said, “I’ve never done double penetration before…we don’t want to hurt you.”
Memphis pulled me down for a kiss. I liked feeling some of the old, confident Memphis in the way he took control of my mouth. It assured me that as vulnerable as he was, he was still capable of knowing what he wanted.
“Just go slow and if I need you to stop, I’ll tell you.”
He pulled Tristan down for a kiss next. “You won’t hurt me, baby,” he whispered against Tristan’s lips. “You know I need it right? You…you’ve felt it.”
Tristan nodded. “We’re going to make it better, Memphis. I promise.”
Tears stung my eyes as I realized what was about to happen would change us forever, but in the best way. We’d all led such different lives, had different experiences. But all three of us had that same place deep inside that had been perpetually empty, waiting.
This wasn’t just about getting Memphis off or letting him forget his horrific past for a little while. It was about giving each other what only we could. We’d be filling that empty space forever and no one and nothing, not even our own fears and insecurities, would be able to take that away.
Tristan and I took our time working Memphis over again and by the time I slipped a condom on and began lubing myself up, Memphis was breathing heavily and frantically kissing Tristan as his cock glistened with stream after stream of pre-cum. I took my time stretching him with my fingers and by the time I pushed a fourth finger inside of him, he was gasping for breath and clinging to Tristan who was murmuring encouraging words in his ear.
I kept my fingers inside of Memphis as I leaned over him and kissed him softly since he was too on edge to do anything else. “Tell me you still want this.”
