Threes Company (8 page)

I lay there and stretched out slowly, ironing out the kinks, feeling every inch of my body. I'd been fucked, used, and fucked again. I felt achy and sore.

I felt like a million dollars.

Rolling onto my side, I looked over at the two men in bed with me. Adam was on his back and seemed to be smiling even in his sleep. Simon was on his side, facing us.

His long, dark eyelashes fanned across his cheeks. His lips were slightly open, and he snored softly.

Both men were stark contrasts of the other, not just in looks but in personality. Adam was the blond-haired, happy, surfer-looking guy, whereas Simon was the dark-haired, serious businessman. Both men were undeniably beautiful.

I tried not to think about where I fit in with them.

Me, with my ordinary brown hair and ordinary looks, living a closeted life, compared to these two very out and proud

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guys. I wouldn't let myself overthink things like how my time here was limited, how I knew at some point I'd be saying goodbye, or how I had to go back to my non-life in Alabama.

It was only fun and sex with them. I knew that.

That's what I'd openly agreed to. And I would never regret it, not ever. In fact, these two weeks were the absolute highlight of my sexual adult life.

I think I was getting a handle on just who I was supposed to be. The
man
I was supposed to be.

This man, who'd spent years hiding, lying, and denying, was in bed with two other men after a night of drinks and dancing, the happiest he'd ever been.

The same man who had a house, a broken business, and a town of homophobic, small-minded assholes waiting for him to return.

That
was something I didn't want to think about.

Needing to pee, but not wanting to wake the others, I rolled out of bed. Stifling a groan at the dull ache in my backside, I stood up and gingerly made my way to the bathroom. After I'd relieved my bladder, washed my face, and brushed my teeth, I sneaked back into bed.

I'd settled back down when Simon's voice croaked,

"You feel okay?"

I leaned up to look at him and smiled. "Yeah, I feel

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fine."

"Not sore?" he asked. "You sounded like it hurt to move."

Adam chuckled. He didn't even open his eyes. "Not surprising," he mumbled. "What we did to him."

I tweaked his nipple, making him squirm. "You certainly weren't complaining."

He chuckled again, slowly opening his eyes to look at me. "Hell, no. Last night was—" He stopped talking so he could yawn, then he stretched out like a cat in the sun.

"Mm, last night was
so
good." He slid his hand down to give his morning wood a squeeze.

Simon chuckled.

Ignoring Adam, I looked at Simon. "Is he always so insatiable?"

Simon rolled onto his back. "Always."

Grinning, Adam rolled into me, snuggling and

wriggling, with one arm heavy on my waist. "Mm, minty,"

he mumbled into my neck.

I wrapped my arm around him. "Toothpaste," I said in explanation. I leaned up on my bent arm to get a better look at Simon. He was looking back at us, smiling to himself, as he watched his boyfriend snuggle with another man. When his eyes met mine, I asked him, "What time do you work til tonight?"

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"Actually,"—he hesitated—"I have today off."

Adam quickly turned in my arms to look at him.

"You do?"

Simon nodded. "I have to work tonight, from five til close, but I'm free all day."

Adam literally cheered. "Yay!" And leaving my arms, he quickly rolled over to snuggle into Simon. It made us laugh.

Figuring they didn't have time off together very often, I offered them my absence. "So what are you two going to do with a day off together?"

Adam turned his head to look at me, confused.

Simon's eyes darted to mine, and his smile died. Simon frowned. "Well, I was thinking we could go to the Fort Zachary Taylor beach, spend the day there, and have lunch."

"The three of us?" Adam asked, though it was more of a statement than a question.

"Well, yeah," Simon said, unsure. Then he looked at me and said, "If that's okay with you?"

"Of course it is!" I said quickly.

Shit.
Simon was so hard to read. He seemed so aloof with me sometimes, silently reminding me that this threesome was Adam's idea and he was just along for the sex. Then other times, he seemed to genuinely like me.

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I looked at both of them. "I just didn't want to intrude on your personal time, that's all," I clarified, not wanting to offend Simon or Adam. "I didn't want you to feel obligated to include me if you'd prefer some alone time. Because I'd understand if you do…" God, I was rambling.

Adam rolled over, snuggling his back into Simon, but now facing me. "Wil, please stop talking," he said to me with a smile. When he was sure I'd stopped rambling, he said, "You're not intruding. We're not obligated. If we didn't want to include you, we wouldn't."

Simon looked at me, appearing both puzzled and amused, and I felt the need to apologize to him. "I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to imply anything. I kind of ruined it, didn't I?"

He surprised me by laughing. "Don't worry about it."

Adam sighed loudly. "Well, it's time I got up and went to church." Then he turned to Simon. "I won't be long.

Don't want to cut into any of your time off."

Simon smiled. "Take as long as you want. We can head over when you're done and have lunch. How does that sound?" he asked, looking at Adam, then at me.

"Perfect," Adam said.

I nodded, because in all honesty, it did sound like a

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perfect way to spend the day.

Simon smiled. "Well, you"—he playfully smacked Adam's ass—"should get going, or the tide will start without you." Adam rolled his eyes and chuckled, but he did get up. Then Simon looked at me, and still a little uncertain, he asked, "Did you want to come running again?"

"Sure," I answered promptly, not wanting to upset him or offend him further. Then remembering the dull sting in my backside, I added, "Though, I'm sure my ass won't agree."

Adam, now half-dressed, barked out a laugh and walked over to goose my butt cheek. "Does your ass need a day off?" he said with the devil's grin.

"Yes," I said with a laugh, swatting his hand away.

"But that's okay. Simon and I can take turns fucking you instead."

Adam stood up straight, clearly visualizing the very thought in his mind. He groaned and started to unbutton the jeans he'd just put on. "Mm, sounds good to me," he murmured.

Simon laughed, but got out of bed and put his hands on Adam to stop him. "Water. Swim. Now," he ordered, turning Adam around and pushing him toward the door.

Then he looked at me. "You can't say stuff like that to him,

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or we'll never leave."

I laughed, and as Simon threw on his jeans and pushed Adam out the door with him, he smiled at me. "See you on the beach in five."

* * * *

We ran the stretch of sand near the shoreline up toward the headland. It was an amicable silence, friendly.

And if Simon felt at all uncomfortable, he hid it well.

I know I'd apologized before, but I wanted to clear the air. "I'm sorry about before. I think it's great you've taken the day off."

He looked at me as he ran beside me. "Stop apologizing. Do you always try and make everyone else happy?"

I knew damn well I did. My silence was answer

enough.

"When are you going to start doing things that make you happy?"

"I am. Now," I said, trying not puff. "I'm spending two weeks with two gorgeous men. That makes me happy."

Simon slowed his run to a walk, more for my

benefit than his, I'm sure. "So when I mentioned taking the day off, you presumed you weren't invited?"

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"Well," I puffed, putting my hands on my hips, taking in deep breaths, "you and Adam are a couple…"

"Well, technically, yes. But while you're here, we're not."

I looked at him, confused. "What?"

"When there are three men in that bed, there are three opinions, three minds. Three sets of feelings. No one should sit on the outside, isn't that what you said?"

I nodded. "Something like that."

"It's a good philosophy," he said with a nod, looking off up toward the headland. "It was… thoughtful."

I smiled at him and his open acknowledgement—

and unspoken thanks—at the rules I'd imposed. "Come on,"

I said, nodding toward the headland and started off jogging again.

Simon caught up easily, and when I'd had enough, he kept on his usual run while I walked it out. Surprisingly, my ass wasn't too sore, and even more surprisingly, I found myself not overthinking anything.

I just enjoyed the early morning sun, the sound of the ocean, and the smell of the salt water. There were other walkers, joggers, and people with dogs. It was peaceful.

I must have lost track of time, because all of a sudden Simon ran up beside me, slapped me on the ass with a laugh, and kept running. This time I caught up to him,

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and by the time we'd made it back to the hotel, we were both puffing.

Instead of heading up to the stone steps toward the hotel, Simon stopped on the sand and pulled off his shoes and socks. "Swim before breakfast," he said as he peeled off his T-shirt. He took off toward the water. "What are you waiting for?"

I shook my head, and with a grin, I left my shoes, socks, and shirt next to Simon's and followed him in.

The water was cool, to put it mildly, and Simon and I swam, ducking under the surface and swimming around each other in a comfortable silence. By the time we came in for breakfast, I was starving but feeling energized and refreshed, and had no doubt in my mind I'd be in need of an afternoon nap.

All this eating healthy and exercising was going to kill me.

* * * *

Seeing Simon outside of work, even if it was just for a few hours, was great. Dressed in surfer-brand shorts, a plain T-shirt, flip-flops, and sunglasses, he was a picture of relaxation. It was a little different from before we'd left the hotel, that was for sure.

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We'd been having breakfast in the open-seating area, enjoying the morning sun after our swim, when an employee interrupted. There were issues with one staff member, a guy named Mikel, or Michel, or something else starting with an M, and it was obvious this was not the first time. At first Simon said he'd deal with it later, but it must have gotten the better of him, because with gritted teeth, he stood and stalked off into the kitchen.

"Isn't he supposed to be having a morning off?" I asked.

Adam sighed. "Miguel makes Simon's job twice as stressful. He's a prick with an attitude."

"Hmm," I hummed. "Sounds like Simon could use a stress-reliever before we leave."

A slow grin spread across Adam's face and his eyes flickered with mischief. "Wil, I do believe I like the way you think."

So that's what we did. Simon came back to the

table, jaw clenched and quietly seething, so we took him into my room. Within seconds, Simon's shorts were undone and around his ankles, and while Adam fell to his knees and sucked him, hard and fast, I knelt behind Simon and spread his ass cheeks before running my tongue along his most sensitive flesh.

In all the sexual positions we'd tried—and there had

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been a few—Simon had never bottomed. As far as I knew, he'd never been breached that way. Well, not in my presence anyway. He tensed a little when he realized where I was, what I was doing, but as I tongued his hole, he leaned his hands on the wall above Adam's head, giving me better access, and he moaned like I'd never heard him moan.

I flicked my tongue harder while Adam worked his mouth over Simon's cock, and by the way he trembled and whined, I knew he wouldn't last long. Adam grunted, so I pushed my tongue into Simon's ass, hard and deep, and he bucked and groaned as he came.

His whole body shook as he slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath. "Jesus."

Adam chuckled, and bending around Simon's legs, he leaned forward, holding my face for a kiss that tasted of pure Simon. I might have moaned.

Simon's voice murmured from above our heads,

"Fuck, you two are so hot."

Adam and I smiled as we kissed, but our mouths never stopped moving, and soon Simon had one hand on my head, and his other hand on Adam's. With a fistful of our hair, he pulled our mouths apart, only to lean down and join his mouth to ours.

With open lips, our tongues tangled, the three of us

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kissed.

Adam hummed. "Wil thought you might need a stress-reliever before we went anywhere today."

Simon looked into my eyes, and he smiled before he kissed me. "Thank you."

"Feeling less stressed?"

"Hell, yes," Simon said with a laugh. He kissed me again, then Adam.

And he was. As we walked along the beach, as we snorkeled, and finally as we lounged in the beach chairs in the shade, he was like a different guy. Well, not different per se. It was just good to see him being himself. He threw his head back and laughed. He was carefree, and well, less stressed. It was easy to see why he and Adam were a couple, the way they laughed together, looked at each other.