Three Is Just Enough (10 page)

“Ah, fuck!” screamed Tara.

Dalton froze but Tara’s legs wrapped around him and pulled him tight. “Oh, hell yes. Just like that.”

Dalton pulled back and plunged in again, driving another cry from Tara. In a short time, Dalton hit a rhythm that drew moans of pleasure with each thrust. Cole watched mesmerized, playing with his hard dick as Dalton screwed Tara. A few moments passed before it dawned on Cole he could touch them. They expected him to touch them. He reached out and rested his hand on Dalton’s flexing ass.

“Ah, damn.”

Cole smiled, caressing Dalton as he thrust into Tara. Her cries of pleasure were marked in counterpoint to Dalton’s grunts. Without thinking, Cole nested his cock in Dalton’s crack, the tense flesh setting his nerves on fire. The three of them began to move together, his cock popping out of Dalton’s crack with each thrust.

“Fuck! Fuck! Oh damn.” Dalton’s body seized and convulsed, his jerky thrusts throwing Tara into her own orgasm. With two twisting bodies under him, Cole knew he wanted to plunge himself into Dalton, but also realized their newborn intimacy wasn’t ready for that step. After a minute, Cole realized Dalton was holding himself off Tara, his ass sliding up and down over Cole’s dick. Their gazes met and Dalton grinned.

“Shoot on my back. I want you to hose me,” Dalton said.

Cole ground his throbbing cock between Dalton’s cheeks. Cole was so close to the edge and knew it wouldn’t take much. His precum coated Dalton’s crack and Cole slid up and down it as if he’d dumped a quart of oil on Dalton. The expected tightening flowed into his crotch, and he humped Dalton frantically, until his body locked and the first shot left his cock. The thick white line landed on Dalton’s back, beginning at the base of his neck. Cole’s body tensed again and again as he emptied his buildup of semen.

Cole left a crisscross of jizz covering Dalton. Then his cock belched out the last of his climax, and Cole let it ooze onto the small of Dalton’s back. He started to lie across Dalton, when he heard a small voice.

“You two can get off me now.”

Cole jumped backward, almost mowed down by Dalton. Tara arched an eyebrow and then pushed herself upward. She reached into the pile of clothes and found Dalton’s briefs, which she slid on.

“Next time, one of you muscle heads is on bottom. I’m not letting you squish me again.”

Cole chuckled and nodded. “Yes, ma’am. No more squished Tara.”

She looked at the two of them and motioned them toward the bathroom. “Go shower. You both need to get the sticky stuff off. I’ll clean up in here and take a nice quiet shower alone.”

Cole saluted, grabbed Dalton’s arm and tugged him toward the bathroom, and maybe a little more play time.

* * * *

Dalton plucked one of the fried pickles from the plate and bit down on it. He grinned and rolled his eyes in pleasure.
I love fried food. Cole is so hardnosed about his healthy eating.
The spice of the dipping sauce added a nice bite to the briny pickles.

He watched his partners as he picked up a second pickle and popped it into his mouth. He’d suggested the trip, even paid for the bus fare so they didn’t have to drive and lose their precious parking spots. Things had been getting tense with Tara, but he didn’t understand why. When they asked her what was wrong, she told them she was tired and not to worry. With Thanksgiving coming he’d wanted to talk to them anyway, but Dalton was beginning to wonder if this outing had been a bad idea. Between Tara scowling at them and Cole picking the appetizer plate Dalton had ordered, the prospects for the evening didn’t look promising.

The waitress brought Tara and Cole their food, and Tara’s expression soured. She stabbed the shrimp in her salad like they needed to be killed. When the tines of her fork skidded across the ceramic bowl, Cole turned to her.

“What are you so pissed off about?”

“I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong.”

“I’m sorry. I thought a trip out would help,” Dalton said.

“I said I was fine. Don’t worry about it.” Tara bit off each word like a piece of tough meat.

“That’s the most fucked up
fine
I’ve ever heard,” muttered Cole.

Tara inhaled with a hiss. But as she turned, the waitress returned with Dalton’s meal. She sat his fish tacos in front of him and then glanced around the table. “Anything else I can get you?”

Dalton noted the sour expressions of the other two and knew neither of them could reply to the woman with any degree of civility. He turned to the waitress. “No, everything is great. Thanks.”

He watched until she was out of earshot, then turned to his dinner companions. “What the hell’s wrong?”

Tara threw her fork into the salad and glared at him with tear-filled eyes. “You brought me to Hooters? Really? Hooters! And you can’t figure out why I might be upset.” Tara slammed her chair back and stormed to the bathroom.

Dalton watched until Tara disappeared and then he turned back to Cole. “What’s your problem? And if you tell me it’s because we’re at Hooters I’m going to punch you.”

Cole gave him a weak smile. “It’s almost Thanksgiving. That’s all.”

Dalton stared at his boyfriend with no understanding. “Can you not get off work or something? I thought campus was closed.”

“I’m not working. I just can’t go home.”

“Why not?”

Cole looked at him and Dalton realized another partner was close to tears. “Because they want to cure me from being bi. Sorry, but I’m not hungry. You and Tara enjoy the meal, I’m sure it’s delicious. I’ll catch the bus back to campus.”

Dalton watched in disbelief as Cole disappeared from sight.
Well, isn’t this night just fucking wonderful?
He turned in time for Tara to charge the table.

“I’m not hungry. I’ll go catch the bus.”

“Hang on a second and I’ll go with you. Cole is already down there.”

She turned to him and snarled. “What did you do to Cole?”

Dalton threw up his hands to deflect her anger. “Nothing. I swear. I asked why he was down and he said something about it being Thanksgiving.”

The expression on Tara’s face was usually reserved for something vile that a dog just coughed up. “Boys!”

He watched his second partner walk off and turned to find the waitress giving him a sympathetic look. “Would you like a few boxes?”

Dalton frowned at the untouched meals. “Yeah, I guess so. Since none of it was touched.”

She was back almost immediately and helped him pack everything away. He handed her cash for their meals and a nice tip, then took the sack from her. “Yeah, I’d thought this was going to be a relaxing meal.”

She smiled understandingly. “I think you have one upset girlfriend.”

You don’t know the half of it.

* * * *

Tara slipped out of her boots and followed Cole down the hall. Dalton came into the house last and slammed the bag of meals onto the table. She still didn’t understand why they couldn’t see how they were treating her.

“No! Get your butts back in here,” Dalton said.

Tara turned on him and almost snarled. “Did you just tell me to do something?”

Dalton sighed. “Please. We need to talk.”

She spun without acknowledging either man and pointedly sat in the floor with her back to the wall. Tara crossed her arms in front of her and glared at Dalton. Cole followed close behind her and collapsed bonelessly on the chair. Dalton sat on the far end of the couch, which did at least give her and Cole some space. They sat in silence for several minutes, then Dalton looked at Tara.

“What’s wrong? You said Hooter’s was okay with you. And usually you’d think something like that was funny.”

“I shouldn’t have to explain. You should know what’s wrong.”

Dalton’s mouth formed a thin line.
What the hell do I do with that?

“Tara, you know that’s bullshit. Tell us what’s wrong,” Cole said.

“If you loved me—”

“Oh, for god sake. We’re guys and we don’t get anything if our dick isn’t involved,” Cole said.

Anger flooded Tara. “Well, it’s your dicks that’s the problem, so you should be able to work out what you did.”

Dalton moved to the front edge of the couch and looked between them, with the expression of someone whose missed the first part of a conversation.

“Tara, we have no idea what’s going on. If you want it to get better, you need to tell us,” Dalton said.

She paused, angry with them both for forcing her to explain her feelings. She twisted her mouth and looked from one to another. “Alright, fine. You never ask me to play. But you’re going after each other like horny rabbits.” She crossed her arms again and popped back against the wall with a bang.

Dalton worked his mouth a few times before word came on. “We try to include you every time. You always say you’re too tired or too busy.”

“I’m not talking about sex! I want to feel needed and loved. It doesn’t always need to end in sex. Sometimes it would just be nice to cuddle without feeling like you’re just wanting to jump me.”

Dalton sat motionless for a few seconds, then looked to Cole and lifted his eyebrows. Cole nodded and took the baton.

“We thought we were including you, Tara, honest. But—well —we’re guys.”

Tara looked at him, still angry, but Cole always managed to make her laugh. With a shake of her head she turned to them. “I don’t want it to just be sex. I want to feel safe and wanted.”

“We do want you, and you’re always safe. We’ll work on it. Honest. I had no idea you felt left out,” Dalton said.

Tara twisted her mouth, then exhaled through her nose. “I know you didn’t. I just want us to spend more time together.”

“Okay, we can do that. But you have to tell us, too.” Cole grinned and winked at Tara. “But we’re guys and think more with our little head.”

Dalton shrugged and nodded in agreement.

Tara rolled her eyes, but this time her warm humor was back. “Okay, I’ll try and cut you some slack. But you two have to try not to be such guys.” She sighed and added. “My god, you’re bi. Tap into your girl side.”

Cole snorted. “Liking wieners doesn’t make me think like a girl.”

* * * *

Dalton turned to Cole. “Which brings us to the next question. What’s going on with your family?”

Cole slumped against the chair, knowing this question was coming, but still not happy to have to deal with it. He gazed downward until Tara moved to sit on the arm of his chair. She slid down and wedged herself beside him, wrapped him in a tight hug and kissed his cheek. “They’re just stupid, Cole. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Dalton walked over and sat opposite Tara. “What happened?”

“Last year during Coming Out week I was all pumped. The events on campus were great and I was excited that everyone accepted this
me
that I’d finally figured out.”

“Okay…”

Cole turned his head and parted his hair to show Dalton a long white scar. “That’s a gift from my uncle. My dad and I were yelling and he apparently tried to knock some sense into me. His help took a lot of stitches to close up.”

“Oh, hell. That’s terrible, Cole.”

Cole shrugged and met Dalton’s gaze. “My dad said he wasn’t going to have a queer for a son and if I was going to do that, then he wasn’t my father. Then he said if I stepped in his house again, he’d shoot me like any other pervert.”

Tara squeezed his shoulder and gave him a sad smile. “I have to work Friday and Saturday. We can keep each other company.”

“Nope,” Dalton said.

They both looked at Dalton. Cole felt more than a little vulnerable after sharing one of the most traumatic events in his life. He’d been dreading the holidays and as they got closer his family drama weighed heavy on him.
If he dumps on me
—
well, he’s not the man I thought he was.
“What do you mean,
no?”

“I mean no you’re not going to stay here. You’re coming with me. My folks live in St Peter, so we can spend the day. It’s only an hour or so away.”

“What are your folks going to say about us?” asked Cole. He paused for a minute and then continued. “Or are you not telling them.”

Dalton’s mouth twisted as he paused for a moment. “No, I’ll tell them. That’s part of the reason I want you there. I might need some help explaining.”

“Oh, this doesn’t have disaster written all over it,” Cole said.

“No, no. My folks are liberal. They took us kids to the Pride parade every year. They support same sex marriage.”

“This is a little different…”

“Yeah. I know.”

Dalton leaned against the door of Cole’s pickup. The closer they got to his parent’s, the more frightened he became. He knew he would never make it through the meal without his mother dragging the information out of him. So he’d already told his parents he wanted to talk with them when he got there. Tara and Cole already knew he was coming out to his parents. The three of them hadn’t talked much more about it, but he was hopeful.

“Okay. Spill it,” Tara said.

Dread filled Dalton as he glanced at Tara. “This seemed like a good idea a week ago. Now that we’re only a few miles from the house…”

The pickup suddenly decelerated and whipped into a strip mall. Cole downshifted and then turned off the truck. He looked up at Dalton and simply lifted an eyebrow.

Dalton was quiet a few minutes before realizing they were waiting for him to speak. He took a deep breath and met their looks. “I told my folks I had something to talk to them about when I got home.”

Tara’s lips drew together. “We knew that. Do they know Cole and I are coming?”

“Yeah. Just not that you’re my…”

“Lovers? You sounded like this wasn’t going to be a big deal with them. Did that change? If it’s going to be a family meltdown, maybe it would be best if we weren’t there,” Tara said, her expression unreadable.

“I don’t mind bein’ with Dalton. It woulda been nice if someone had my back when I talked to my family,” Cole said.

Tara’s lips formed a tight line. “What are you doing? Trying to make me look like the bad guy?”

“You know that wasn’t what I meant. You haven’t talked to your folks yet, you don’t know what it’s like.” Cole turned to Tara. “Do you want me to drop you off at a Mickey D’s or something while we take care of telling Dalton’s parents?”