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One minute Gabe acted as if he were going to devour Uriah,
the next Gabe demanded he return the attention. He was off balance, hyperaware
of every movement, of every breath, and horny as hell.

“Hey, you boys going to stay down there all night? Or can a
gal have some of that man-loving, too?” Diane called out, a smile in her voice.

Uriah looked into the laughing face of the man holding him
and smiled back. Whatever this was, it was all going to be okay. Gabe was
teaching him, he realized. Showing him how to be with a man, without
overwhelming him.

“Yes,” Uriah said, the word pulled from him on a sigh.

Gabe cupped Uriah’s face between his hands. “Yes, what,
Uriah?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

Gabe’s smile was slow and dead sexy. “You don’t need to
worry about that. Let’s go get our woman.”

Gabe’s words went straight to his core and raised his body
temperature by ten degrees. They were cool enough now with the water from the
river, but in their half cave, it might just get a little toasty. He could
handle it if they could.

****

Diane would have creamed her pants if she’d been wearing
any, when Uriah swallowed Gabe’s cock. The crude phrase made her smile. Just
how open was she willing to be? It wasn’t as if she’d actually led a chaste
life before she'd married Pete. She was very lucky it was only hepatitis B and
not HIV that had made her so ill. She’d been indiscriminate and often not aware
of her surroundings or the identity of her partners and she’d not used protection
consistently. Getting clean and sober had involved a year’s worth of blood
tests. Each one left her anxious, sick to her stomach, afraid of the results.
She’d had no pride, no sense of self-preservation.

Given her history, it was strange to realize that the
butterflies in her stomach were likely symptoms of shyness. Because she
realized her time with Uriah and Gabe was her second chance. She’d been a
hedonistic, self-absorbed, spoiled teenager who’d given away her innocence, her
body, in exchange for anything that would get her high. Uriah had saved her
from that life, but she’d never really believed she could be loved. Not after
the things she’d done.

Diane carefully prepared her words as the men walked toward
her. They didn’t hold hands but their arms brushed, shoulders bumped, both
pairs of eyes steady on her face. When they reached her, Gabe took the lead and
moved in to capture her mouth with his. One of Uriah’s arms circled her waist,
the other pulled Gabe so that the three of them were pressed together. As much
as she wanted to get lost in the moment, Diane knew that she had to speak now.

“Gabe, Uriah. Can we talk just for a second? I’m not trying
to back out and believe me, I do want this, but I don’t want to blow it with either
of you. I want you to know that this is important to me. I went through a time
in my life when sex was just a means to an end. It was the currency in which I
traded. It wasn’t sex the other night and it isn’t going to be sex now. At
least not for me. I know we don’t know each other all that well, Gabe, but I
see how you look at Uriah and I see how he looks at you. I want to feel a part
of that. If that’s going to be a problem, you should let me know now.”

“Dee, it’s not a problem. I saw the way you and Uriah looked
at each other when we were at Phantom Ranch, and I wanted to be a part of that,
too. Threesomes can be hard. You know this isn’t my first, but this is the
first I’ve wanted as more than just an evening’s entertainment. Uriah has needs
that I know I can fill, but I worry about you and your needs. Make no mistake,
sweetheart, I want you every bit as much as I want Uriah. But he’s going to
need a little more special handling this first time, don’t you think? I don’t
know what this is or how long it can last or where we can take it. I know I
want to try. Like you told me at the river, let’s take it one day at a time.”

Gabe pressed himself closer to her. His hands moved to cup
her face and he gently pressed a kiss to her lips. “You were right to give us
some time alone at the river, and he needs most of my attention right now. But
we both need you here with us. Both want you here.” He kept his gaze locked
with hers, and she saw the truth of his words and his worry that she might not
believe him. She nodded, and her heart swelled at the care this man was showing
her. He would care for her Uriah as much as she did. They shifted slightly as
Gabe moved to pull Uriah closer into the embrace. For a long moment the three
of them just stood there, foreheads pressed together.

Diane looked up at Uriah. His eyes were closed, his mouth
curved in a gentle smile. She exchanged a quick glance with Gabe and smiled. He
was right. This first time for the three of them, they needed to focus on the
younger man. She and Gabe had enough experience between them, experience that
neither of them were necessarily proud of. Now it was time to make this special
for Uriah, for his first time in a threesome, his first time with another man.

As if he had indeed been reading her thoughts, Gabe pushed
against Uriah’s shoulder, and then wrapped an arm around his waist to help
lower the big man to the pile of sleeping bags. Uriah lay back, jet-black hair spread
around his head, their very own bronzed Adonis. For a minute, Diane was tempted
to sit back against the wall and just watched the two men. She carefully
lowered herself to the sleeping bag and stretched out alongside Uriah. Her
hands traced over his heated skin.

Closing the scant distance, Diane swiped her tongue over
Uriah’s chest and tasted the lingering salt despite the river bath. Her other
hand traced a gentle path along the sensitive skin of his neck and jaw. Gabe
leaned over Uriah’s chest to lick and nip over the smooth skin. When his teeth
closed over the pebbled nipple, Uriah hitched a breath and arched up into the
contact.

“Feels so good. Oh God. Kiss me, Diane.” Shifting her position,
she threaded her fingers into the long black strands at the back of Uriah’s
head, holding him in place, pulling him into the kiss. Uriah moaned again when
Diane pushed her tongue between parted lips, for a long, slow kiss. She
resisted his attempt to pull her onto his chest and instead rose on her knees.
She wanted to make sure that she could reach everything and still watch as Gabe
took their lover for the first time.
If I died right now, I would die a
happy woman.

****

“Want you college boy, make you feel so good. Make you mine.
Gonna make you ours.”

“Yes, yours,” Uriah moaned. “Both of you.” His heart
hammered with the truth of his own words. He wanted to belong to these two. Belong.
He was so on fire he couldn’t even think what he meant. He should be
nervous…afraid. He was going to let another man fuck him. Jesus. That knowledge
had him leaking. He wasn’t vain, but he knew what he looked like. Women found
him attractive. Men, too. Size queens. They all wanted to know if his dick was
as big as he was—all willing to bend over and give it up. He’d never had a
problem finding someone to get him off, but he’d always felt like there should
be…more. He’d thought it was because he’d wanted Diane and couldn’t have her.
But his dick had been hard ever since Gabe challenged him in front of the
cantina. Having both…belonging to both…

Raising his head, Uriah tried to watch as his lovers tasted
their way down his body but when they began to lick and bite at on his nipples,
his head pressed back and his body arched upward.

“Oh, so sweet. Such a nice response,” Gabe said. Hit bit
down harder, and Uriah couldn’t hold back either the shudder that wracked
through him or the moan that signaled his pleasure.

“So very sensitive. I think we’re gonna pierce these, Uriah,”
Gabe said, breath whispering across the damp nub. “Nice gold hoops, maybe a
chain. Something to tug on, make sure you’re paying attention.”

Uriah’s muscles trembled and he fought against the noises that
wanted to escape at his pleasure. Kissing Diane would have been enough to send
him to distraction. But her nimble hands stroked him and made him feel that the
top half of his body was surrendering, undone by a wave of love.

Gabe continued to move further down his body, pausing to
bite, then soothe, to suck up marks. Jesus. It was as if he were being
devoured. Then a wet, slick heat engulfed him, and he lifted his head long
enough to see Gabe’s lips stretched wide around his spit-slick cock and wanted
to thrust as hard as he could. As if sensing his desperation for friction, Gabe
held his hips down while he sucked and licked. His tongue swirled over the top,
firm, pointed. He pressed into the slit, then changed the stroke and flicked
against the bundled nerves on the underside of his cock.

Gabe bent Uriah legs and pushed them toward his chest. Unsure
where to put his hands, Uriah held his knees, opening himself. Dee placed one
of her hands over his while she continued to work her fingers and mouth across
his chest. Gabe pressed his thighs further apart, guiding him until his hips
rolled up slightly. His emotions went everywhere in this new position. Exposed,
vulnerable, excited.

“Nice. Mmm
…
not
much hair here. We’re gonna remove all of it, shave you bare,” Gabe said.
“Maybe another piercing. Such a pretty cock deserves some jewelry. Oh, yeah. I
can see you like that idea, too.” He thought Diane might have moaned right
along with him.

A slick of hot, wet tongue against his anus was followed by
a light brush of air. “Jesus Christ,” he said. His hips jerked, and he might
have tried to sit up with the shock of pleasure that seared through him. Gabe
was between his legs, and Uriah felt the pressure as one finger pushed against
his tight opening.

“Relax, Uriah, I won’t hurt you. Dee, I want to see you
touch yourself, feed Uriah from your sweet, hot pussy.”

Diane knelt upright beside Uriah. With one hand she pinched
her full, heavy breasts, the other trailed down her belly, and she rubbed a
palm over her mound. When he looked up, he found her heavy gaze locked on his,
waiting for him.

“Gabe liked watching us, lover. Do you want to watch me,
Uriah?” she asked. Her voice was velvet across his senses. She slipped a finger
inside with a moan and took her time, fucking herself with long, slow strokes. She
spread her own juices over her clit, and moaned.

Just as she brought her creamy fingers to his mouth, Gabe
slipped the tip of a finger in his ass. Uriah’s senses went on overload, as the
other man alternated fingertip and tongue until his muscles loosened and he
started pushing back, seeking more. The pressure with the second finger felt
good, and dear God, he wanted more. His hips rocked as he tried to capture more
pressure, and when Gabe pushed in the next time, Uriah was so full, he knew it
had to be three fingers.

Desperate for release, Uriah reached for his rock-hard cock,
only to have his hand smacked away by Gabe. “Ours.” His voice came out a
guttural growl that sent every nerve ending on high alert.

“Touch me,” Diane said, pulling his attention back the other
direction. He was being tossed, turned, pulled in every direction. Compelled by
her words, the look on her face, Uriah’s fingers found her pussy, and he spread
her cream before slipping two fingers inside. His thumb found her clit and he
rubbed as he pumped. Her moans let him know just how close she was to coming.
He rubbed faster.

The crisp tear of foil sounded unnaturally loud, then a cool
liquid spread between his legs. The pressure against his pucker increased, but
Uriah didn’t fight any of it.

“Please.” It was all he could think of to say.

****

Gabe lightly slapped his dick against Uriah’s opening,
gratified to see the big man writhe and reach for more. Then with the broad
head of his cock aligned with the slicked pucker, he pressed forward and breached
Uriah’s ass.

“That’s it, Uriah. Nice. Just breathe and relax.” The sharp
inhalation of breath and the fine layer of sweat told Gabe there was some
discomfort, but he felt the tightly contracted muscle working as Uriah relaxed
around him, and he remained still. Diane placed her hand over Uriah’s and he
slowly resumed working against her clit as his breath came out in soft pants.

“More,” Uriah grunted. Gabe took that as his signal and
began a slow press and retreat, each stroke deeper than the last. Uriah rocked
with the rhythm, his moans making it clear he wanted this, wanted more. When
Gabe was buried balls deep, he paused to look at his lovers. Together, they
were so beautiful that it made his throat tight. He wanted them. Wanted them
both with a possessive hunger that threatened to consume him. He would bring
them home, care for them, protect them.

With the future stretching out in front of him, Gabe placed
a hand on each of Uriah's knees and began to thrust. Slow, deep, and so fucking
hot. “Goddamn, Uriah, you feel so good.”
I'm not going to last much longer.
“Suck him, Diane. I want to see you take him. Swallow him down, sweetheart.”

Diane leaned over his tight abs and buried her nose in the
fine hair at the base of his cock. She pulled all that thick length into her
mouth and began to slide her lips in time with Gabe’s strokes. She kept one
hand moving quickly over her clit, Uriah’s fingers still buried in her pussy. Gabe
felt the muscles around him starting to quiver and knew that Uriah was close,
too.

“Now. I want you to come for me now,” Gabe said. He kept his
voice soft, just above a whisper.

Diane visibly jerked and shuddered, her hand slowing to a
few tiny movements. Her jaw worked and her lips stretched tight around Uriah’s
cock. Her moans of pleasure were sure to add to the sensations.

“Oh, fuck. Gonna come,” Uriah said. His back arched against
the sleeping bags, neck stretched out, and he grunted with each hard thrust of
Gabe's cock. As Uriah’s channel spasmed with his release, Gabe let his own
tight control slip and came with him in a shuddering, screaming climax that
tightened his muscles and left him feeling as if he'd died and gone to heaven.
Nothing in life would ever be this good again.