Boston Avant-Garde 4: Encore (32 page)

“I love Dante, Mother. I have for years.” Jericho’s voice grew stronger and more certain with each word. “All that time, you’ve been nagging me to take the traditional route and marry a girl you approved of and have kids. But that isn’t me.”

“Are you gay?” Layne squeaked, looking at Michael. “Is he saying he’s gay?”

“I also love Suri.” Jericho looked down at her, bringing her hand to his lips for a kiss. “So does Dante.”

His mother’s face blanched. “Jericho, this isn’t natural.”

“There’s nothing more natural to the three of us.” He didn’t have the words to make his family understand. Feeling helpless, he looked at his partners.

Suri took a deep breath, squeezing his hand. “I would have said the same thing, Maggie. Although I have a friend who has been in this same sort of relationship for a long time, and I know she isn’t the only one. The world is changing. People are changing. Relationships are changing. And the three of us have so much to offer each other. We fit. It doesn’t matter about gender or number or tradition. This is what works for us. If you love your son”—her tone intensified—“really love him, you might take a minute to look back at all the years he and Dante have been together.”

“Have you two been a couple all this time?” It was Abby who asked, her eyes damp with tears.

“Not like you’re thinking,” Jericho offered. “Dante and I made an unshakable connection the night we met.”

The love in Dante’s gaze was a tangible thing. “He saved my life. Since then, we’ve dreaded the moment one of us committed to some woman who would want to break that bond.”

“But that doesn’t make you lovers,” O’Shea scoffed.

Dante shot Jericho’s stepfather a sarcastic look that immediately shut him up.

“Oh, wow.” Abby gnawed her lower lip. “But Suri is with you now. How does that work?”

“Abigail O’Shea,” his mother growled. “Not another word.”

Ryan seemed to be wrapping his head around their odd announcement. “Is this even legal?”

Jericho thought of the two lawyers who led a similar life. “Yes. Though we can’t go through a traditional wedding ceremony.”

“I’d like to have a commitment ceremony someday, though.” Suri’s shy admission rocked Jericho to the core.

He met Dante’s gaze before cupping her cheek in his hand. “When you’re ready, we’d be honored.”

“You’re already our princess. Queen is the next logical step.” Dante’s tender tone warmed Jericho’s heart.

“Princess, my ass,” Layne muttered.

“You know, I have to give you credit,” Suri snapped at his half sister. “You have this ironclad idea of who Jericho is and who he hangs out with. And you’ve based that on a dozen or so visits when you probably sat around and made snarky comments without knowing anything about him? Seriously, that takes brass.”

His family all wore variations of the same surprised expression. Jericho couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You think he’s too good for Dante,” Suri continued. “Am I right?”

Layne didn’t bother to hide her sneer. “Damn straight.”

“Which is ironic, considering it’s sort of obvious you don’t think much of your brother. I have a half sister of my own who thinks I’m a—let’s see, how did she put it yesterday—a cum stain. That’s what she said.”

Abby slapped her hand to her mouth to cover a giggle, and his mother looked horrified. Jericho couldn’t tell what the rest of them thought. There hadn’t been this much drama in his household since the year he’d arrived.

“You want the truth?”

On Suri’s other side, Dante had gone still as death. He was in exile for a reason. Telling Jericho’s family would blow his cover for sure.

“Jericho is too good for us.” Suri stood up. “But he’s also too good for you. None of you get him. He isn’t like you. At least we understand him. We love him. He loves us.”

“Love can’t make a relationship like this acceptable. Think of the senseless hardships you’re putting each other through.” Jericho had never seen that particular expression on his mother’s face. He wondered if she was waiting for him to give in and agree with her.

Suri had laid the groundwork. It was time for Jericho to step up. “This is what I want. It doesn’t matter if you agree with it or not. The three of us together are a perfect triad. We’re three parts of one whole.”

His family was silent, a miracle considering Layne was never rendered speechless. Jericho looked at them each in turn, wanting them to see that this really was his choice.

Suri gripped his hand. He could feel the strength of her resolve in her grip. She stared his mother down without flinching. “Remember, good things happen in threes, and the third time is the charm.” Suri dragged them up off the sofa and headed for the front door. “I’m flattered you invited me this morning, but I think I’m going to have to pass. You want Jericho to find happiness with a woman? He has. But we’ve both found happiness with another man. And you best accept it, because it’s not going to change.”

“They probably think I’m a shrew.” Suri moaned, trying to feel remorse for her behavior toward Jericho’s family but distracted by his lips on her neck. It was so good to be back on home turf at Asylum. “I shouldn’t have said all that.”

Dante cupped her breasts, brushing the pads of his thumbs across her nipples. “It should have been said years ago.”

“I was dying to rub her snooty nose in your pedigree,” she told Dante. “You’re the product of a freakin’ royal dynasty.”

“And you’re a senator’s daughter,” Jericho murmured as he pulled her into his arms.

“Senator’s bastard,” she corrected, still uncertain how it would be to have a politician for a father figure.

None of that really mattered. The only thing that did was the three of them having the rest of the afternoon to themselves inside their suite. The first snow had started to fall outside, and the club was quiet. Waves of heat shimmered off the fire, and they were all naked in the bed.

Jericho cradled Suri in his arms, her back pressed against his chest and his erection snugged in the crease of her ass. Using his legs, he pulled her knees apart and held her open for Dante’s viewing pleasure.

Dante kissed her belly. “You have the sexiest body, Suri. Your pussy smells like honey and tastes just as sweet.”

To prove his point, he ran his tongue through her slit. She bucked against Jericho’s hold, her channel flexing with the need for more. Dante spread her pussy lips with his fingers and used the tip of his tongue to push into her opening.

Jericho ground his cock against her ass. “I can’t decide how I want to take you, love. Your tight ass or your warm, wet cunt.”

Their words made her hotter. She loved being the center of their attention almost as much as she loved helping them explore each other.

Dante slid two fingers into her pussy and pushed them against her sweet spot. When he began to flick his tongue against her clit, Suri lost control and climaxed. Having her knees splayed wide upped the intensity until she was gasping with the powerful muscle contractions sweeping her body.

“Watching you hold her open for me drives me wild,” Dante told Jericho.

Jericho reached around Suri and cupped the back of Dante’s head. Pressed between their gorgeous bodies, she watched them kiss. The sight made her melt with desire. They were so beautiful. And they were hers.

Jericho broke away first, gazing at them both. “I want you to fuck me, Dante. I want to give myself to you. To both of you.”

Suri’s pussy creamed in anticipation, and she could tell Dante felt the same. His dark eyes gleamed with eagerness.

JERICHO WAS TORN between excitement and apprehension. He wanted this. He remembered what it had been like to sink his cock into Dante’s ass, and he wanted his lover to experience the same closeness. It was an irrevocable sense of connection. In a way, it felt like the final tie to bind them together.

Suri’s arousal was a tangible thing. Jericho could smell the juices flowing from her eager pussy as she waited for Dante to take the lead.

“Get to your knees,” Dante directed. “Suri is going to suck your cock.”

Feeling shaky with nerves, Jericho did as he was told. Braced in the middle of the bed with his knees spread, he watched Suri smile as she lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth.

She felt so good! Her tongue swirled around his head. She nipped the sensitive skin, suckling as her head bobbed up and down. He focused on her mouth caressing his shaft. Moments later, his lover’s arm wrapped around his belly and bent him slightly forward.

Dante’s big hand smoothed down Jericho’s spine and slid down the crack of his ass. Jericho tightened reflexively, but Dante went for his heavy testicles. Dante tugged his sac before pressing against the stretch of skin between Jericho’s asshole and his balls.

The sensation was exquisite. Jericho let his eyes slide shut and gave himself over to his lovers. Suri’s mouth was wet and enthusiastic. She continually brought him to the point where his climax began to tighten in his sac, only to back off and force him higher.

Dante kissed Jericho’s shoulder and removed his hand from between Jericho’s legs. It returned a moment later to spread cool lube along the untried entrance to his ass.

Jericho sucked in a quick breath, the foreign feeling subsiding and leaving desire in its place. Dante’s fingers probed, rubbing and working the virgin flesh until Jericho wanted to demand his lover’s penetration.

As if Dante could read his mind, he slid one long finger into Jericho’s asshole. It hurt at first, but the sensory overload of Suri’s mouth on his cock and Dante’s gentle thrusting made that recede. In its place was the need for more. He heard a moan and was shocked to realize it had been his.

“I’m going to give you more,” Dante murmured against Jericho’s shoulder. “You’re so tight. Try to relax. Push out when I push in.”

More lube. And Suri was pumping his shaft in her hot hands while she took his balls into her mouth. When Dante slid another finger into his ass, Jericho thought he might burst. Suri banded her fingers tightly around the base of his cock, staving off his climax.

Dante was finger-fucking Jericho’s ass. Another finger joined the two already deep in his puckered anus. He could feel his lover stretching him, getting him ready for his thick cock. Anticipation made Jericho break out in a thin sheen of perspiration. He wanted this so badly he thought he might explode with the need.

“Put the lube on my cock, Suri.” Dante’s voice was tight.

Jericho couldn’t see Suri working the lubricant into Dante’s shaft, but he could feel Dante’s body quiver at her touch.

“You’re going to put your cock in Suri’s pussy, Jericho.” Dante told him. “Her pussy is dying for some attention, and it will help keep you focused.”

The bed moved and Jericho looked down to find Suri scooting into place with her legs spread and her pink pussy on display. His cock was already throbbing. He wanted to feel her melt around him. Moving his hips, he groaned as he fully sheathed himself.

She was warm and welcoming, her liquid heat caressing his shaft. When he bumped the end of her channel, she cried out in pleasure.

“I’m going to put my cock in your ass, Jericho.” Dante’s voice was tight with barely leashed arousal. “Don’t move. When I fuck you, you’re going to fuck Suri. All three of us together, just like it should be.”

Jericho’s belly knotted with desire as Dante spread his cheeks with both hands and fit the rounded head of his cock against Jericho’s asshole. The muscular ring was tightly clenched.

Dante groaned as he held back. “Focus on Suri, Jericho. How hot and fucking sexy she is. Your cock in her pussy. Think of that.”

It wasn’t hard to do. Jericho needed to come, but Suri had held him off for so long he was struggling to reach his peak. His ass relaxed, and Dante’s head slid past the initial barrier. Jericho had never experienced anything like it. As every inch of Dante’s thick cock pushed into his anal passage, Jericho felt full to bursting. Friction he’d never imagined built to staggering levels of pleasurable tension. He moaned and arched his back, sending Dante’s cock the rest of the way inside.

Dante shouted something in Arabic. Grabbing hold of Jericho’s hips, he backed out briefly only to thrust hard. The slap of his body sent his lover’s cock deep into Suri. Again and again, each stroke creating a shock wave that had both Suri and Jericho gasping with pleasure.

Heat unlike anything Jericho had ever felt built in his spine. Dante increased his pace. Suri began to cry out. When her pussy came undone and melted around Jericho’s cock, he gave up the fight and let the orgasm take him.

As semen erupted from his cock, Jericho’s ass tightened. Muscles spasmed out of control, and just as Suri’s channel milked his cock, Jericho’s ass milked Dante until he came with one last deep stroke. Jericho marveled at the sensation of Dante’s release. He could feel the vein on the underside of Dante’s cock throbbing as it released his lover’s load into his body.

Dante slid his cock free, leaving Jericho feeling oddly empty. When Dante rolled to his side in the bed, Jericho followed suit, taking Suri with him. The three of them lay still, hearts thundering in unison.

“I want to do it again,” Suri murmured. “Except I think I need to sleep for a few hours first.”

Dante wrapped his arm around Jericho’s body and traced idle circles over his belly. “Go ahead and take your nap, princess. We’ve got forever to do this again and again.”

Jericho was reminded of something she’d said earlier. It was too significant not to bring up again. “Did you mean what you said about the commitment ceremony?”

She rolled to her side and propped her head on her hand in order to look at them both. “I wouldn’t have said it if I hadn’t meant it.”

“What we have is still so new,” Jericho mused.

Her blue eyes danced when she smiled. “But the two of you know more about me than anyone else in the world.”

“And I still get the feeling we’ll be confessing sins and secrets for the rest of our lives,” Dante prophesied. “Which is really what keeps things interesting, when you think about it.”

Jericho made a face at Suri. “It’s going to take both of us to keep an eye on him, you know.”