Three of Hearts (17 page)

Lucas turned to me, wrapped me up in a breath-stealing squeeze, kissed me hard, then released me. “Babe. On the bed.” I stepped away, but he stopped me with a finger in the back of my sports bra. “Wait. This needs to come off.”

I peeled it off while I moved to the bed. I sat on the side and tugged my panties down and off, then climbed in. The covers were still rumpled and twisted from that morning. Ben and Lucas were both beautifully naked now, studying each other. My heart gave a warm squeeze at their expressions. Yeah, there was lust, but also awe and respect and wonder.

They joined me on the bed and for a moment we all sat looking at each other. Yes, it was just a tad awkward, for the first time ever. Then Lucas gave his sexy lopsided smile. “I have no idea what the fuck to do,” he confessed.

The air lightened, and Ben and I smiled too.

“Maybe I should just watch,” I offered.

Ben and Lucas frowned.

“I’ll be right here.”

They still looked doubtful.

“It’s actually hot watching you two,” I shared, peeking up at them through my eyelashes. “Really hot. I confess I might have fantasized a time or two about that.”

“No shit,” Ben murmured, reaching for Lucas.

“No shit,” I confirmed solemnly, and once again I watched them kiss.

Then Ben drew back, and, touching Lucas’s face, staring into his eyes, he said, “Whatever you want, Luc. Fast or slow . . . top or bottom. Just wanna make it good for you.”

Lucas’s eyes closed and opened in a slow blink. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Not even sure what I want.”

“Then let’s just fool around and do what comes naturally.” Ben smiled. “Let’s fool around with Haylee.”

I smiled at them as they moved, one on either side of me. This was fine. This was good. Fast or slow . . . however it happened . . . if it was me who brought them together, I was down with that. I was
thrilled
with that.

Lucas reached down and shook out the bed covers, drawing them up over us, and we all slid down deeper into the bed. My guys took turns kissing me, long and sweet, lush and wet. And in between they kissed each other.

Their hands cupped my breasts, their heads dipped to take my nipples into their mouths in hungry draws. My head went back into the pillows, my fingers sliding through their hair as fire rippled beneath my skin. Sensation streamed to my pussy, which ached with need.

Having come so close to losing this, to losing both of them, gratitude and appreciation swelled inside me, adding an additional layer to everything I felt. There was also the profound relief and dazzling joy that Lucas and Ben had come to find each other. And me. And it was right.

In my head I knew how odd most people would find this, but my heart could only sing with happiness that we were together like this. Again, their heads were so close together, so close they could touch—and this time they did, looking at each other with seductive smiles before joining their mouths above me. Perfect.

They caressed my body from shoulder to hip, over my thighs, parting them and finding my center where I was wet.

“Babe.” Lucas slid his fingers between my legs. “Are you that turned on?”

“You know I am. I always am with you guys.”

They growled their appreciation.

But I was losing patience, my pussy aching with need, my entire body burning. “Would you two get on with it?”

They lifted their heads again, exchanged a wordless glance that now made perfect sense, then turned their eyes on me. Lucas’s eyebrow went up along with the opposite corner of his mouth, and Ben grinned.

“Hmm. Someone’s impatient,” Lucas drawled.

“She’s not the only one.” Ben gave Lucas a pointed look.

“You said we could go slow.” Lucas held Ben’s gaze as he shifted away.

Ben groaned and reached for his hard cock.

Lucas lifted his chin, back to taking charge. “You get on Haylee and fuck her. I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you both.”

Ben sucked in air at Lucas’s blunt, bossy words. Color flooded his face. “Yeah,” he whispered. I smiled and held my arms out. He moved over me, kneeling between my legs, nudging my thighs apart. His muscled shoulders and chest filled my vision, then he bent to give me a fast, hard kiss. “Love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too.” Our eyes met in a sultry exchange.

I reached for a condom from the bedside table, hesitated, then pulled out two. I handed one to Ben and the other to Lucas, shivering at what that meant.

Lucas paused. He lifted an eyebrow at Ben. “Can I put this on you?”

Ben drew in a sharp breath, then his mouth tipped into a slow smile. “Yeah.”

I watched with big eyes as they rolled condoms onto each other, the sight of their hands on each other’s cocks erotic and beautiful. I melted even more, liquid heat drizzling down inside me.

Lucas looked up from Ben’s cock where his fingers lingered. “There’s a bottle of lube in that drawer too. Can you reach it for me, babe?”

I found it and handed it to him. Ben’s lips parted and his breathing quickened.

“Fuck, this is nuts.” Lucas reached for Ben’s enormous cock with slick hands. “Ben . . .”

“Yeah. Right here. It’s all good.” His head fell back and he groaned, bottom lip caught between his teeth as Lucas stroked him.

“Can’t believe this. Can’t believe I’m doing this. Wanna fuck you so bad . . .”

My pussy clenched, and I hugged Ben’s shoulders.

We’d done this before. It was beautiful. But now it had changed, with Lucas at Ben’s back, pressing him down. Now it was so much more. Ben found my entrance, probed, and pushed inside me with that familiar, delicious stretching, that pressure, stroking over inner nerve endings. He eased himself in gradually, coming down over me, burying his face in the side of my neck. With one hand I reached for his hard thigh, my other hand clutching his back.

Lucas moved closer behind Ben, gripped his hips and rubbed against him. I watched Lucas’s face, how it tightened into stark lines of erotic hunger. Ben shuddered against me, his hands going into my hair and tugging with sweet stings on my scalp. I petted his back reassuringly, murmuring soft words, and then Lucas pushed inside him.

“Tight, Jesus, fuck,” Lucas muttered.

“’S’good.” Ben’s low groans were beautiful. “Yeah.”

I felt it. I felt it physically—the additional weight, the pressure, the tensing of Ben’s body against mine. I felt Ben’s cock swell and pulse inside me. But I also felt it in my soul, such beauty and perfection and intimacy. The three of us joined like we’d never been before. Our bodies. Our souls. Our three hearts.

Who knew when we’d named our band that our three hearts would become one like this?

I cried out softly as they both began to move, mainly Lucas fucking Ben from behind, pushing him deeper inside me, over tender spots that flared to life, pleasure scraping over sensitive tissues. Fire spread through my body, coiling up tight inside me.

“Fuck, not gonna take long.” Ben moved against me. “Inside your tight pussy, Haylee . . . and Luc in my ass. Christ, here it comes—”

“Fuck, me too.” Lucas groaned. “Haylee . . .?”

“Close.” I gasped, tilting my pelvis as much as I could beneath their weight. Ben rubbed against me—yes, right where I needed it—and I was so aroused and ready, it only took a few more drives of their bodies into and against mine to hurtle me up and over. Torn apart by the sensation that ripped through me, wild and hot and exquisite, I was unable to stop the cries that fell from my lips. I was sucked up into a shimmering, burning vortex, up and up, tossed over the edge to fall back down in a slow, pulsing drift.

Through a dark haze I heard their guttural cries, Ben’s body shuddering and tensing against me, as they both came.

Lucas fell forward over Ben’s back and found my mouth. Weight on his outstretched arms, he licked my bottom lip, then sucked it. Ben lifted his head and twisted his neck, and Lucas managed to kiss him too. Then Ben kissed me.

God. God. Unbelievable.

We collapsed into a damp tangle of sweaty limbs, heaving chests and pounding hearts. The guys shifted, someone may have gotten kneed in the nuts from the sound of a faint grunt, my hair got caught under Lucas’s hand—it was messy and dirty and inelegant. And yet it was beautiful and brilliant, and everything I hadn’t known I’d wanted. And I didn’t want to lose it.

We cuddled. We played more. I watched Ben and Lucas stretch out on the bed on their sides in a sixty-nine position and suck each other off with slow, languorous mouths. The sheer beauty of their big wet cocks being held and licked and sucked, their mouths working each other, melted me to a pool of candle wax. Then they took turns eating me, this time not holding back from tasting me on each other’s mouths, kissing each other in between licks of my pussy. Their lips and tongues spread heat through my body, giving me another astonishing, heart-quaking orgasm.

We slept for a while in a warm afterglow of languor and love. When I awoke, my guys stirring on either side of me, my gaze fell on the bedside clock. Twelve-oh-four. “It’s Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Haylee.” Lucas kissed me, then Ben.

“Yeah. Merry Christmas.” Ben rubbed my back. “Haylee . . . why don’t you like Christmas?”

Why didn’t I like Christmas?

I sighed. “Lots of reasons.”

Ben pulled me closer, and Lucas slid an arm around me from the other side. They already knew about my life as a kid, singing with my dad’s band. But now I told them more, not just the facts but what it felt like—about the clothes I’d hated, how I’d had to work every night, how I’d just wanted to be a normal kid. “My mom died when I was seventeen.” I had to halt a moment, my throat aching. “My dad was the one who had the band, made me sing. She’d gone along with it, because she wanted to make him happy, but at least she made it sort of bearable for me.”

“Aw, Haylee,” Ben murmured.

I swallowed. “My dad drank a lot. My mom tried to shield me from the worst of it. Tried to laugh it off, hide it, pretend everything was okay. I heard them arguing about it, when they thought I couldn’t hear. After she died . . . there was nobody else there. Just him and me. He didn’t care that I hated being dressed up like that and working on Christmas. He just drank more.”

They both made sympathetic noises and stroked me.

“That year, after she died, we had a gig in a bar, a private party. Dad was sitting on a stool on stage playing the guitar, while I sang ‘Holly Jolly Christmas.’ I was smiling away even though it made my face hurt and I was dying inside, and . . . and then he fell off the stool. Right in the middle of the song. Everything kind of screeched to a halt. Just . . . silence. The guys in the band stopped playing, they were all just staring. I panicked, looking at my dad. My heart was pounding. I felt like I was going to throw up. And then the audience all started laughing.” I took a breath, the memories burning inside me. “I just wanted to die. Or disappear. I wanted to run off the stage, but I had to get him up. He was so wasted he pulled me down too, in my stupid fancy dress, and we were both sprawled out on the stage. Probably my underwear was showing. He was laughing, like it was hilarious, and everyone else was laughing too. At me. Then people stopped laughing and started murmuring and whispering. Feeling sorry for me. I’d never been so humiliated.”

“Haylee. Fuck.”

“I got so mad at him that night. Once I managed to drag him off the stage, I was crying and screaming at him—why did he have to drink so much, how could he be so stupid?—I was mad at him . . . but I was mad at my mom too, for leaving me alone with him, for not being there.” My voice got thick, and I had to stop and swallow a couple of times. “And Dad got mad too. He yelled back at me. He was a drunk, but he’d never yelled at me. I was shocked. Scared.

“And . . . I knew I was done. I had to wait until I graduated high school, but I was done. I was leaving. I decided I wasn’t going to sing country music anymore.” One corner of my mouth kicked up. “That didn’t work out so well. But I also vowed I would never,
ever
perform Christmas songs again.” My body had tightened despite their soothing touches. I took a breath and settled into their warm embrace, soaking in their love and letting it calm me. “Never. And I never did. Until last night.”

“Babe.” Lucas touched my hair, my face. “Why didn’t you tell us? Why’d you do it?”

I swallowed, my throat thick. “I did it for us. For . . . you.”

“Christ. We didn’t have to do that.”

“It was important for our careers. Brandon said so.”

“Oh, honey,” Ben murmured. “That’s why you were so . . . uh . . . grouchy last night?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“’S’okay, sweetheart. You did great.”

“Yeah.” They both chucked and I smiled. “I mean,
we
did great, and you know what? I actually enjoyed it. I
loved
it. Because . . . I was with you.”

I felt the change in the air in the room, the way it went warm and charged.

“Babe,” Lucas said. “Always. We’re always with you.”

My throat constricted and emotion vibrated inside me. I struggled for control of my voice. “I was sitting in front of the Grand Ole Opry today. Doing a lot of thinking. My dad dreamed of playing there. I knew he was never going to do that. But
my
dreams
have
come true. And I feel guilty about it. I have so much . . . especially now. I should go home. I want to see if he’s okay.”