Naughty Wishes 4: Soul (24 page)

“Oh God . . .”
Oh God. Thank you, God.

Some minutes had passed before anyone spoke or moved, the only thing punctuating the air being rasping breath and thundering hearts. Sam finally managed to open her eyes, in time to see Chris press a kiss to Geoff’s shoulder and Geoff turn his head to return the favor, a brush of lips over his forehead.

Chris was the first to recover motor function, withdrawing and murmuring something about washcloths. He disappeared down the hall into the bathroom, the running water telling them he was cleaning up and heating the water to dampen the cloths. He returned with one for each of them. With a groan, Geoff slowly pulled out of her, but he didn’t leave her without his body heat. He settled her into the cradle of his thighs, putting his back against the half wall that divided the kitchen from the living room. Taking a cloth from Chris, he cleaned between her thighs with gentle strokes.

“I could do that,” she said.

“You’re ours to care for, right?” He pressed the heat of the cloth against her and held it there, firmly enough she felt the blood pulse through her cunt against his touch. She nodded, her throat suddenly tight. Chris had also brought bottled water from the kitchen and now knelt on the other side of her, offering it. They cared for one another. It was intuitive for all three of them. That desire to care had been there even before sexual desire had entered into it. As such, she knew it would pervade the many ways they’d explore sexual intimacy and a life together as lovers, where they’d need to nurture one another in myriad ways, large and small.

Sam recalled what Flo had said, that the good response to an event like the Carnival showed things were changing. Even where opposition existed, there were others like her, Geoff and Sam. People who believed love had a broader definition, and it could be celebrated in all its positive forms. Remembering such a thing would help her always focus on what was most important. Not the opinions of others, but what lay in her heart, and the hearts of the two men beside her.

She put her hands on them, touching faces, chests, letting them feel the painful joy of her need. “I don’t know how to say it. This feeling . . . it’s like the closest thing to . . .”

“To what everything important is supposed to be about,” Chris said.

She caressed his jaw. “What did you mean, that day in the park? When I asked you if it would have been easier if I’d chosen one of you?’ You replied,
‘Depends on who was chosen.’
You didn’t want to explain that then. Can you explain it now?”

Geoff shifted behind her, an indication of his curiosity. She had to suppress a little smile as Chris’s focus turned inward, thinking his answer through. Geoff pressed his lips to her limp fingers, as they both waited patiently.

At length Chris shifted his gaze to Geoff. He held there a moment, such that Geoff grew more still behind her body. “If you had chosen, Sam, it should have been Geoff. He’s more of what you needed . . .”

Chris shook his head as they began to protest. “And even if that’s just my bullshit insecurities about all this Dom stuff, it was more than that. I could handle having my heart broken. I couldn’t handle seeing his broken again. Not after seeing what his family did to him. Or what my dad did to my mom.”

Sam closed her hand on his big wrist. “Chris.”

Geoff’s jaw tightened against the side of her head. “He did it to you, too, man.”

“Eh, yeah, but . . .” Chris shrugged. Sam expected the gesture was an echo of the boy he’d been, because suddenly she could imagine him as a serious-eyed child, taking it upon himself to be man of the house long before any other boy would have considered it. But not every boy had the makings of a wonderful man so early in life. Chris had. She was sure of it, because otherwise Geoff wouldn’t have been so totally in love with him for so long.

“What mattered to me was taking care of her,” Chris said. “Making sure she knew that she was enough. That I would never be like my dad. That she could always rely on me to love her and be there for her. That kind of took the place of that hole, if that makes sense. Like taking care of the two of you.”

Locked in place by the weight of the emotions passing between the two men, Sam could only watch in simple, painful happiness as Geoff reached out and clamped a hand on Chris’s shoulder, tightening his grip. “I guess that means Sam was always right,” her Master said. “About us being a triangle. I couldn’t bear hurting you that way, either. And neither of us can tolerate her unhappiness. So it’s a trinity or nothing. We work best when there are no limits between the three of us.”

He hauled Chris closer, roughly enough he had to put a hand on Geoff’s knee to keep from toppling into Sam. Which also gave her the excuse to grip Chris’s biceps. “And if it wasn’t for you,” Geoff said steadily, “my heart would have been screwed up forever. Maybe putting me in a place where I couldn’t have seen the love you’re both offering as the gift it is, or tried my damnedest to return the favor.”

Chris swallowed, his eyes suspiciously moist. “If this is where you do the old-lady
Titanic
speech about how I saved you in every possible way a person can be saved . . .”

Geoff snorted and shoved him away, following it up with a headslap that Chris blocked, grinning. “Fuck. See, you made her cry.”

“Happy tears,” Sam declared, wiping them away. Then, because she was delighted, and being a girl made such gestures completely acceptable, she twisted around and flung herself at both of them to hug them close. It allowed them to put their arms around each other, a three-way hug she knew would add the right kind of emotional follow-through to what they’d just told one another. Girls were good for that, too.

At length they drew back. Chris smiled, kissed her palm, then bemused Geoff by taking his hand and kissing his palm. Geoff stroked his hair.

“Sloppy romantics, both of you,” he said, but there was no criticism there. “By the way, before we call it a night, I intend to have your ass myself,” he told Chris. “And I expect you’d like to have her come around your cock.”

“You’re the Dom,” Chris said, amused. “I’m not going to argue with you. Not right now.”

Geoff snorted. When Chris started to get up, Geoff slid his hands under Sam’s armpits and half lifted her, Chris completing the move by scooping her up off the floor. “You know, I can walk occasionally,” she pointed out, dropping her head back over Chris’s arm to look at Geoff upside down as he got to his feet.

“We plan to keep your knees weak until dawn,” Geoff told her, bending to kiss her forehead. “Got a problem with that?”

“I’ll let you know,” she said, a little more faintly than she’d intended. His light smile couldn’t detract from the flash of heat in his expression, which told her he wasn’t teasing her about that. Chris’s satisfied male expression said he was in perfect accord.

She was right, what she’d told Flo. They might kill her with their unending needs, but if being taken over and over by the men she loved until her heart gave out was her fate, who was she to argue with destiny?

***

She made them omelets for breakfast. While the coffee was brewing, she stood at the kitchen window wearing one of Chris’s shirts and watching the sun rise. She brought the meal to the bedroom on a tray and sat cross-legged between them, snacking off the fruit she’d added to their plates and exchanging tidbits of conversation with Geoff as Chris sipped his coffee to wake up. Sometime during the night they’d both donned their shorts, but Chris didn’t object as she ran her fingertips along his thigh and under the loose flannel leg of his to caress the curve of his testicles.

Geoff stretched out farther to lean in and press his lips to the back of Chris’s shoulder, which won him a bemused look from his friend. Remembering then that Grant had said they could touch the brand more freely the next day, she moved to look at it, run her fingers over the bird and the
G
branded into Chris’s skin.

“I really like this,” she said, tipping Chris’s head back and adjusting so he could lay it in her lap.

He grunted, a pleased noise. Her gaze wandered over to notice how Geoff’s brief shorts defined his genitals much more prominently than Chris’s looser shorts, and Geoff was still in an early morning rigid state. Her fingers itched to touch him as well, but she found she was still shy about reaching for him without asking permission. It was Chris who saw her looking, gripped her hand and drew it over to press her palm against Geoff’s groin. The two men watched her, Chris’s eyes heavy-lidded with interest, Geoff’s like a hawk’s, making her think he’d probably punish her later for not asking, but he obviously had other plans first.

The next thing she knew they had her on her side, Geoff licking strawberry jelly off her nipples and Chris pushing into her cunt from behind, cupping her breasts, thrusting and retreating until he reached a powerful, shuddering morning climax. Then his arms slid around her waist and across her chest, holding her fast as Geoff took her next, bringing her and him both to release.

“Do you think it’s possible for people to fuck each other to death?” she asked after another short postcoital doze.

“As long as you keep bringing us food and water, we should be okay.” Geoff chuckled in a logy voice. They lay there in a tangle of limbs, the fragrances of coffee, vegetable omelets and fresh fruit competing with the lingering scents of sex and need. “But I have an idea. Let’s go lie out in the hammock together and watch the sun come up. We can bring coffee.”

“Your theory being, if we’re outside where the neighbors might see us, we might exercise some restraint?”

“Something like that.” Chris winked at her. “Or we’ll give them an eyeful and make them start their morning the same way we just did.”

“I’m not sure. Mr. and Mrs. Roberts look like they haven’t had sex since the seventies.”

“They’re probably having tons of wild jungle monkey sex behind closed doors,” Geoff disagreed.

“People always say that, but when you see monkeys have sex on documentaries, it’s actually pretty tame.” Sam made a quick motion with her hands. “In, out, done.”

“That’s because they have cameras on them,” Chris said. “If we ever go to a jungle on vacation, we’ll see firsthand, real, live, undocumented monkey sex. It will freaking blow your mind.”

Sam was giggling as they pulled her out of bed. She bent over to retrieve Chris’s shirt and yelped as Geoff gave her bare ass, lifted pertly in the air, a smart strike.

“For not asking,” he told her, though he tempered the stern look with a wink. “Plus your bare butt is too much of a temptation.”

She made a face at him, rubbing the stinging spot, but he came around the bed, pulling on his sweatpants before he bent and kissed her offended area. “There. All better. Put some panties on under that T-shirt, you shameless girl.”

She was very pleased Chris and Geoff went out into the yard as is, Chris in his flannel shorts and Geoff in the sweatpants, both bare-chested and with tousled hair, her handsome, sleepy men.

Chris immediately sprawled in the hammock and tumbled her down in it with him, so she could nestle in his arms, her cheek on his furry chest. Geoff took a seat in a patio chair he pulled over, stretching his legs out over Chris’s and bracing them against Chris’s calf, bare toes curling against his friend’s flesh. They sat that way quietly for a while, Geoff moving them in a slow rock as he sipped coffee.

If pressed to do so later, Sam wouldn’t have remembered most of the specifics they talked about, but the men’s words were sun-jeweled raindrops to her, absorbing through her skin. Geoff’s smooth timbre, Chris’s deeper, rougher voice, her own like a light music weaving in among their comments. Random discussion about types of coffee, possible future trips, things they’d seen last night, the fairy garden Chris had made her. Nothing earth-shattering, but that was what made it so memorable and treasured. The men she loved, who loved her and each other, chatting and comfortable with one another and the life they were building together.

She had no illusions; there would be less-pleasant days. But they’d started out as friends and had been roommates for long enough to weather days when one or more of them wasn’t in the best mood, where they lashed out about work crap, home crap. They’d locked horns on different things before, and would again.

She’d treasure all of it. Just as she treasured the casual way Chris was stroking her hair, occasionally pressing his lips to it. How she could tangle her fingers with his at her waist and caress his palm, his wrist, because he was hers. Geoff’s foot, curled against Chris’s calf, occasionally straightened, toes giving Chris’s flesh a quick reminder of intimate contact. The way his gaze rested on Sam, she could see all sorts of titillating thoughts running through her Master’s mind. Things he’d want to do, to explore, with both of them.

Glancing at Chris, she realized the worries she’d had about how he’d resolve the Dominance and submission issues for himself were exactly as Geoff had predicted. She didn’t need to fully understand any of it. The only important thing was that, however it was resolving itself, it seemed to be working for the three of them.

When Geoff offered to get up and go refill Chris’s coffee with his own, Sam lifted her head. “Can you bring Chris’s pocketknife back out? He keeps it . . .”

“In the front right pocket of his pants,” Geoff finished. “He always has.”

As he disappeared into the house, she tilted her head up to Chris and smiled against his mouth as he kissed her. Chris was a toucher, a kisser, and she loved it. Loved how he did it so frequently, easily and naturally, the way he did so many things.

“Why do you want my pocketknife? I know Geoff is annoying, but there’s no need to resort to stabbing.”

She grinned but reached up and touched his face. “I love you.”

His brown eyes warmed with a wealth of emotions. “I love you, Sam. We both do.”

“I can speak for myself,” Geoff said, returning, though there was humor, not reproof, in his tone. “I find her mildly tolerable. You far less so.”

“Well, I’d say
fuck you
, but my dick is tired. Though not for long,” Chris promised, nudging her.