Finding Home (Finding Series, Book 1) (10 page)

“I’m gonna come,” he managed to say as his balls drew up almost painfully.

“Watch him, baby,” Rhys whispered as he shifted Finn’s shoulders up and dragged his upper body against him so Finn could see what Cal was doing to him. “Watch him drink down every drop,” he said against Finn’s ear as he licked the sensitive skin there.

Cal dragged up and down his length slowly, twisting his tongue around the shaft on each stroke. Blunt fingers curled around his balls and massaged them as Cal pulled off long enough to let some saliva dribble down onto Finn’s supersensitive cock. Finn was so close, but he needed that final push.

“Please, Cal,” he said hoarsely and shuddered when those nearly gray eyes collided with his. Cal watched him intently for a moment and Finn reached out to clutch Rhys’ hand, needing something to ground him. Then Cal was back on him and sucking hard, his head bobbing up and down. And he never took his eyes off of Finn. Two more hard tugs, then Cal went all the way down to the root and swallowed.

Finn cried out as he came and he forced his eyes to stay open as he watched his body thrust deeper into Cal’s mouth. Spurt after endless spurt shot out of his body, but Cal never lost a drop and didn’t release him even after Finn collapsed against Rhys’ chest, the orgasm draining him. Cal’s tongue continued to gently suck him, then licked him clean while Rhys kissed him. Then Cal’s mouth was on his again, but Finn couldn’t find the strength to do anything but lay there and let Cal love him. And then his men were kissing each other once again and a spark of need began to coil in Finn as he felt Cal’s erection pressed up against his hips as Cal straddled him.

He saw Cal’s hand close over Rhys’ cock as Rhys leaned in further so their bodies were nearly aligned from the waist up. Finn reached his own hand down and curled it around Cal’s length and watched in satisfaction as Cal’s eyes keyed in on his.

***

Callan closed his eyes as Rhys’ lips closed over the skin on his neck and Finn’s hand began stroking him slowly. The taste of Finn still lingered in his mouth and he wished he had the stamina to combine it with Rhys’ flavor. But he knew that if he didn’t get inside Finn soon, he wouldn’t last. And this night had to last him a fucking lifetime. Callan reached out with his free hand to pull Rhys in for another drugging kiss as he continued to play with the man’s cock. He felt Finn stiffen further beneath him, a clear sign that the sight of him and Rhys kissing turned Finn on.

Callan buried his hand in Rhys’ hair and forced Rhys to release him. His eyes met the other man’s and he said, “I want you inside me,” then looked down at Finn. “I want you inside me while I’m inside him.” Finn’s eyes widened and his lips parted. The younger man’s erection was back in full force.

“Callan,” Rhys began. “You don’t have to-”

He kissed Rhys hard before releasing him again. “I trust you. Both of you,” he said firmly, his eyes dropping down to Finn briefly. “Rhys, I want this so bad,’ he said in a strangled voice. And it was true. He’d waited a lifetime for this moment with Finn, but he’d give it up in a second if it didn’t include Rhys. Callan had no idea how the other man had become so important to him so quickly, but he wasn’t going to question it – not tonight anyway. He was giving himself this one night to have the life he wanted. He kissed Rhys again, slowly this time, and sighed when he felt the acquiescence go through the other man.

“Finn, nightstand,” he managed to say between Rhys’ bone melting kisses. A condom was pressed into his hand and he forced himself to release Rhys’ lips long enough to work the latex down the man’s erection. Nerves went through him as he realized how thick Rhys really was and a twinge of panic skittered down his spine. But then Rhys’ hands were stroking his chest and curling around his back. The man’s instinct for knowing when Callan needed his touch was uncanny and that reminder of how much he really did trust Rhys had him searching out the bottle of lube Finn had placed by his knee.

Callan turned his attention back on Finn and leaned down and trailed his fingers over the man’s lips. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, hoping to God Finn hadn’t changed his mind.

Finn nodded, then pulled Callan down for a kiss. He felt Rhys shift behind him and big hands caressed down his sides and over his hips. Callan released Finn’s mouth, then sat up and pulled Finn further down the bed and bent his legs back and shifted his ass higher, exposing the pretty hole waiting for him. He took the bottle of lube Rhys handed him and poured some on his fingers, then skimmed them over the fluttering opening. Finn closed his eyes at the contact, then tensed up when Callan pushed the tip of his finger inside him. Callan pulled back a little before pushing back in until his second knuckle disappeared into the hot body twitching beneath him. One more drag and his finger was in as far as it could go.

“So tight,” he muttered as he pulled his finger out, then pushed it and another finger all the way in. Finn moaned and spread himself wider. Callan sensed Rhys watching him, then felt the other man’s front press into his back as his arms came around Callan and grabbed Finn’s legs to hold him open. Callan could feel Rhys’ erection against his own ass and the excitement of knowing he would soon be connected to these two men in a way no one could ever take from him had his fingers trembling as they twisted and scissored inside of Finn. On his next pass, he searched out the spongy spot inside of Finn that he knew would have him seeing stars and was rewarded with a loud shout.

“Fuck! Jesus, what is that?” Finn cried in pleasure as Callan nailed him again.

“Your sweet spot, baby,” Rhys managed to say, his voice husky with need.

“Oh God, Cal, stop or I’m going to come,” Finn said as he reached above his head to grab the headboard.

Callan eased off his prostate and added a third finger. Finn’s whole body was drawn tight. “You okay?” Callan whispered as he held his fingers still. Finn looked up at him, his eyes bright with passion. He managed a nod, but couldn’t get any words out. Callan carefully pulled his fingers free, then lined up his cock and began to breach Finn’s body. Whimpers left Finn’s mouth as Callan gave him shallow strokes, dipping in a little further inside of the tight channel on each pass. Callan’s own body was on fire and sweat dripped mercilessly down his brow as he tried to maintain control.

“He’s so tight, Rhys,” Callan got out as his cock finally slid all the way in. “Jesus,” he said as Finn’s muscles clamped down on him. He saw Finn reach out his hand and Callan quickly grabbed and held it, knowing the younger man was drowning in the overwhelming emotion. Callan held him as he pulled out and pushed back in slowly, still letting Finn’s body adjust to the invasion.

Rhys released Finn’s legs and his hand ran down Callan’s spine. “Talk to me, Callan. Tell me you still want this,” Rhys said as he skimmed his lips along Callan’s upper back.

Callan reached around and grabbed Rhys left hand with his and pulled it around to his chest. He intertwined their fingers and said, “I want this.” He turned Rhys’ hand over and placed a kiss on the palm, then released him. Rhys’ lips drifted over the back of his neck once more, then Callan felt himself being pushed gently down onto Finn, his cock pressing deeper into the other man.

Finn’s arms closed around him as they kissed. Cold lube dripped onto his hole and then Rhys’ fingers were there, probing him. The pressure of one finger entering him burned and a flash of fear went through him, but then Finn was pulling him down and plundering his mouth, his slick tongue teasing him. He could feel Finn’s cock pressed between their bodies, the pre-come leaking against his abdomen. The words telling Rhys to hurry never made it past his lips because another finger slid into him, long and deep and within seconds a third joined it. He moaned when Rhys massaged his prostate, then felt Finn smile against his lips as he realized Callan was experiencing the same insurmountable pleasure he’d been tortured with only moments earlier.

Rhys’ fingers slid out of him and Callan tensed as he felt the blunt head of Rhys’ cock begin to stretch him. Callan wrapped himself around Finn and moaned as Rhys slid all the way inside, his body pushing Callan further into Finn. The dual pressure was playing havoc with Callan’s mind and he wanted to cry out at the knot that unfurled inside him as it hit him that this was exactly where he was supposed to be.

“Cal,” Finn whispered. Callan opened his eyes and looked down at Finn who was watching him with concern. It took him a moment to realize that tears were sliding down his own cheeks and he managed a watery laugh as he kissed Finn briefly.

“I’m okay,” Callan said softly.

Rhys began to increase his pace and Callan felt fingers press into his hips as Rhys’ cock drilled in and out of him. Finn gripped his upper arms as Callan’s own cock thrust in and out as Callan began shifting his hips back to meet Rhys’ strokes. The combined friction in his ass and around his cock had him grinding hard against each man and he leaned up to brace his arms on either side of Finn as he pummeled in and out of the man’s pulsing body. Rhys matched the rhythm and within minutes Callan’s body began to shake from the exertion. Electricity danced along his spine and sparks lit up under his skin. Knowing he was close, he reached down and wrapped his hand around Finn’s cock and stroked him mercilessly. Finn cried out at the contact and lifted his ass higher so Callan could get even deeper.

He angled his hips so that he could hit Finn’s prostate and he shouted in pleasure when Rhys did the same to him. Skin slapped against skin as their slick bodies worked in tandem and then Finn flew over, his release shooting between them as his rectum clamped down on Callan’s cock. He felt Rhys’ cock thicken and pulse inside him, then a heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder as Rhys shot into him. Callan’s own body gave up the fight and he thrust one last time into Finn and held there as the orgasm ripped through his nerve endings, flaying him alive with exquisite relief. Rhys continued pumping into him as Callan dropped onto Finn and then he felt Rhys’ body mold over his as he humped into him a few more times as his own release eased.

Finn’s lips claimed his, then Rhys was pulling his head around for a taste and then Callan was gone, floating into an abyss of pleasure and peace that he’d craved his whole life. Just before his eyes closed, he managed one last look at Finn and knew in that moment it would be his last because Finn would be gone by morning.

Callan let the hot water sluice over his back as he closed his eyes and tried to push back the overwhelming sadness that had set in the instant he woke up alone in his bed. He hadn’t felt either Finn or Rhys leave him, testament to how worn out he’d been by the events of the evening before, and he’d expected they’d leave before he awoke, but the reality of it still hurt. It had felt good to be held throughout the night and the few times he’d awoken, he’d found himself surrounded in heat and warmth as Rhys wrapped around him from behind and Finn cuddled up along his front.

Callan forced himself to turn off the water and get dried off. Today would be like any other day. Work, food, sleep. He’d gotten what he wanted – the night he’d dreamed of with Finn and Rhys and the assurance that Finn would have a shot at the future he craved. The younger man would settle down with someone kind and loyal and generous and Rhys would head back to the big city and rebuild the life he’d had before prison. And Callan would ride fences and build out his herd and live up to the standards that had been set for him. Everything was as it should be.

It was complete bullshit and not even he was a good enough liar to fool himself. Callan pulled on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom, then slowed as he heard his aunt’s voice.

“Honey, he used to sneak out to the barn every night and sleep with his horse. Nearly gave his mama a heart attack the first time he did it,” she said with a hearty laugh. Callan turned the corner and came to a halt when he saw his aunt sitting across the small kitchen table from Rhys, full cups of coffee in front of each of them.

Emerald eyes lifted to meet his as Rhys took a drink and those amazing lips spared him a quick grin before he returned his attention back to Dolly. The walls Callan had spent the last hour rebuilding came crashing down around him at the sight of Rhys and he actually had to put a hand against the wall to keep himself upright.

Dolly finally noticed his presence and turned in her chair, a huge smile splitting her lips. “Morning darling,” she said as she turned back to the table and grabbed an empty mug sitting in the middle and started filling it with coffee for him.

“You’re up early, Aunt Dolly,” Callan mused as he stepped into the kitchen.

“I made some cookies for you boys last night and I wanted to drop them off before your father wakes up,” she said, glancing at her watch. “And then Rhys and I got to talking…”

Callan saw Rhys subtly stiffen and he quickly said, “I was telling Dolly how I came over early this morning to get my list of chores and you asked me to get some coffee started while you were finishing up,” he said lamely. Callan’s heart shifted at Rhys’ effort to protect him with a bogus story. Yesterday Rhys had been urging him to fight, to stand up for himself and Finn, yet here he was trying to come up with some crappy lie to protect him from the very thing Callan had spent his whole life running from.

“Rhys didn’t stop by, Aunt Dolly. He spent the night here,” Callan said, then dropped a hand onto Rhys’ shoulder to make it completely clear to his aunt what he was saying. Rhys stiffened beneath his touch and both men fell silent as it took Dolly a few, long moments to process what he was saying. Since he was all in anyway, Callan said, “Finn too.”

Dolly studied him, then looked at Rhys. Callan felt something break inside as he wondered what it would be like to lose the woman who’d been like a mother to him since his own had passed so long ago.

“Well, where is he?”

Callan looked down at Rhys in confusion, then back at Dolly. “Who?”

“Finn, of course,” she responded matter of factly.

Callan felt like he was underwater and actually couldn’t manage to form any words.

“He had some stuff to do this morning,” Rhys interjected.

Dolly stood and pulled Callan down to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Well, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything this morning,” she said with a hearty chuckle as she brushed past Callan and wrapped her arms around Rhys’ neck. “And you, you go make my boy some breakfast – Lord knows he can’t cook to save his own life,” she snorted.

“Yes ma’am,” Rhys said and he actually got up and went to the refrigerator and started pulling out food.

Callan was completely shell-shocked and Dolly actually took his mug from him so he wouldn’t spill coffee all over himself.

“I’ll see you later, darling,” she said as she patted his arm.

“Wait, that’s it?” he managed to say.

“What’s it?” she asked innocently. He motioned between himself and Rhys who was grinning like an idiot. “Callan, for God’s sake, do you think I just walked out of a corn patch somewhere? This town might be ass backwards, but I lived in San Francisco in the seventies. The nice young man who lived in the apartment below mine used to borrow my dresses and taught me how to put on my makeup,” Dolly said with exasperation.

“I don’t think Callan will want to borrow your dresses, Dolly,” Rhys said from behind him. Dolly laughed heartily.

“I’ll make you boys some lasagna for dinner. How does that sound?” she said as she went to the door.

“Sounds good,” Callan said with a smile. He turned to see Rhys watching him with a soft smile, then the man focused his attention on what he was cooking.

What the hell had just happened?

***

Rhys was in the middle of cracking an egg when hands closed on his waist and spun him around. Callan’s mouth fastened on his and then his tongue was stroking deep into Rhys’ mouth. Callan pushed him up against the refrigerator and Rhys barely managed to get the burner on the stove turned off before Callan was working his shirt off. Callan’s palms dragged down Rhys’ chest and then curled around his back and settled on his ass.

Having Callan initiate an encounter with him was the last thing Rhys had expected, but he wasn’t about to argue the point. He’d struggled with how he was going to get his perspective back after the red hot night he’d spent with the other two men, especially after waking up to find Finn gone. Callan had looked so worn out that Rhys had let him sleep and had left the house to change clothes. But the idea of Callan waking up alone after everything that had happened seemed wrong so he’d made his way back to the other man’s house.

He’d just finished brewing the coffee when there’d been a knock on the door and his only thought had been that it would be Finn and it didn’t occur to him not to answer it. Then he’d seen Dolly standing there, clearly taken aback by his presence and the need to keep Callan’s secret had reared up and the lie fell easily from his lips. A nice conversation with Dolly about Callan’s antics as a youngster had followed, then Callan was there and blurting out that he’d spent the night not just with one man, but two.

“I want you,” Callan said against his lips and then he was kissing Rhys’ neck as fingers began working the button and zipper on his jeans.

Rhys desperately wanted to ask Callan if he was enough for him – if they could have something without Finn being there, but his insecurity had him nodding his head instead. A hand disappeared inside his pants and then he was engulfed in a tight grip as Callan’s mouth returned to his. He thrust into Callan’s hold, then watched hungrily as Callan used his free hand to shove the pants down, then dropped to his knees. Wet heat surrounded him as Callan sucked him deep. Rhys grabbed his hair and rammed further down his throat and moaned as Callan relaxed his jaw and let him in as far as he could go. Fingers bit into his ass as Rhys fucked into Callan’s mouth over and over.

“Fuck,” Rhys moaned as he slowed his strokes and just enjoyed the sight of his dick sliding seamlessly in and out of Callan’s willing mouth. Callan let him have a few more seconds of the agonizing pleasure, then the man reared up, grabbed Rhys and shoved him face down on the kitchen table. Rhys pushed the few dishes that had been there aside, then steeled himself as Callan leaned over him, his front molding to Rhys’ back. Hard muscle glided over hard muscle and then that tongue was sliding down his spine. Before he could process what was happening, Callan had split him open and his mouth closed over Rhys’ hole and sucked.

Rhys clenched the sides of the table and dropped his forehead to the cold wood as Callan licked and bit at him. He’d never had this done to him before and hadn’t even considered it with previous partners. But he knew the second he got the chance, he’d reciprocate with Callan. And Finn. A brief pang of loss went through him at the thought of the young man, but then Callan was pressing his tongue inside of him and everything but sensation left him.

“Callan, please,” he begged as his body began to burn and twitch. His cock ached, but there was no way he could reach it from his position.

“What do you want, Rhys?” Callan whispered against his hole, the soft puff of breath caressing the tortured flesh.

“I want you to fuck me,” Rhys moaned as he tried to press back against Callan’s face.

Callan rose back to his feet, then leaned over Rhys and forced his head back for a bone melting kiss. He released Rhys and for a panic filled moment, Rhys thought he was stopping because Callan stepped away from him. But then Callan was back and he felt something slick brush over his hole. Vegetable oil. He’d had it out so he could use it to make the eggs.

Callan pressed a soaking finger inside of Rhys, working the oil in deep. He got only a few seconds before another finger joined the first.

“I can’t wait,” Callan said as he pulled his fingers out. Rhys didn’t even get a chance to tell him it was okay before Callan’s thick cock began pushing into him. The pressure and burn were intense, but Rhys wanted more and he braced himself on his elbows so he could counter Callan’s efforts to ease inside him.

“Oh God,” Callan moaned as he pulled out and slid back in. “It’s so good, Rhys,” he said as he began long, smooth glides in and out of Rhys. Fingers curled over Rhys’ shoulders and held him as Callan quickened his pace.

Suddenly Callan came to a grinding halt and Rhys nearly shouted at him not to stop.

“Shit, I forgot the condom,” he said, then pulled all the way out. “Rhys, I’m so sorry,” he said.

“Callan, don’t stop, please! I’m clean. I swear,” Rhys heard himself say and he hardly recognized the begging tone that fell from his lips. It would only take a minute for Callan to search out a condom, but Rhys wanted nothing between them.

“I need all of you.” Rhys whispered his final plea as he dropped his forehead to the table, the need and vulnerability making him feel exposed like a raw nerve.

Callan was quiet for so long that Rhys actually started to move. But then a hard hand was pushing him back down and Callan slammed into him, his control clearly gone. There was no latex separating them so Rhys felt every brush against his inner walls. Each time Callan pounded into him the table lurched forward until it finally hit the wall and stopped, giving Callan the leverage he needed to power into Rhys over and over.

Rhys felt his shoulders being pressed down as Callan all but climbed on top of him as he fucked him harder and harder. A shift in the angle of Callan’s hips had him brushing Rhys’ prostate and everything went light and dark at the same time. Rhys heard himself telling Callan that he needed it harder, though the voice didn’t sound like his own. His cock was pinned painfully against the table, but Rhys didn’t care because Callan’s movements were giving him enough friction to have his balls drawing up tight. Tension built and built inside of Rhys until it suddenly snapped like a rubber band and he was screaming as his come pooled beneath him, slick and hot. Callan shouted in his ear as he thrust one last time and then warm liquid flooded Rhys’ insides and Callan bit down on the back of his neck as shudders racked his body.

Several minutes passed as they both tried to catch their breath and Callan’s cock softened inside him and the other man pulled free of him. Rhys could only lay there as he felt the come seep out his body and he wondered if Callan was enjoying the sight or sickened by it. He felt fingers suddenly enter him and then Callan was leaning over him and whispering, “I wish I had a plug so you could feel me inside of you for the rest of the day.”

Rhys shuddered at the dirty talk and lifted his head for the kiss he knew Callan would give him. The fingers slid out of him and Callan pulled his boneless body to his feet. Rhys didn’t protest when Callan dragged him into the shower and cleaned him from head to toe and he had nothing to say when Callan sat him back down at the table, fully dressed and finished making breakfast. The topic that Callan had smoothly managed to sidestep with mind-blowing sex was back.

“He’s gone,” Rhys finally said with a sigh.

***

“Yep, you’ve got it,” Dane said to Finn as Finn pressed the last tab in place. He lifted Emma up and smiled when the diaper didn’t fall off. Finn dropped down into one of the kitchen chairs and cuddled the quiet, gurgling baby against his chest. Her clear eyes looked up at him with wonder and as soon as he stuck one of his fingers out, she grabbed it.

“Here,” Dane said as he handed him a bottle. Emma began bouncing in his arms at the sight of her milk and instantly opened her mouth as Finn pressed it against her tiny lips. Dane slid a stack of pancakes in front of Finn, then sat next to him.

“Here, I can take her,” Dane offered.

Finn actually kept the baby from his reach, then felt a flush of embarrassment light up his cheeks as he realized what he’d done. “No, I don’t mind,” he stammered.