Limitless Love: A Polyamorous Charity Anthology

3. Connor

The getaway had been perfect so far. The solitude and fresh mountain air did me a world of good, and I felt energized in a way that I hadn’t in months. Maybe it was because my work phone was back home where it couldn’t bother me, or maybe it was Zeke and his expert mouth, working me into a frenzy. I held onto him with an iron grip, as if he’d intended to slip away and I had to stop him. With his balls in my mouth, there was only a slim chance that he wanted to escape me.

For a heartbeat, I’d worried that I’d ruined our weekend when I brought up bringing in a third. I couldn’t stop myself, and I almost wanted to kick myself for my impulsiveness. I hadn’t meant to talk about it, or think about it, or even hope that it could ever happen for us, but I could feel something in the air. Something electric, like there was about to be a shift. My intuition had screamed at me, as it often does, and I listened.

Zeke sucked me down to the root and any further thought left my head. There were only so many brain cells to go around, and all of them were now occupied by the task of not blowing my load in four seconds flat as Zeke took me down his throat.

“Fuck, you’re so good at that.” Too blissed out to function, I couldn’t return the favor and instead let Zeke have his way with me. Soon it became too much. Desire thrummed in my veins, pulsing with my heartbeat, and my hips twitched and thrust without my permission.

Zeke released my cock with a wet, lewd sound and slowly got to his feet. He looked at me with more lust and love than I could quantify, and my heart quivered. How on Earth did he put up with me? How had he stood by me all these years, through law school and long hours at the firm? And how did I repay him? By asking to add another person to our relationship.

Clueless about my inner turmoil, Zeke helped me to my feet. “I’ll get the lube. You get your pants off and get over the back of that couch,” he said.

“I love it when you’re bossy.”

By the time he returned, we were both naked, and he approached me with his cock in his hand. Everything about him was etched into my memory, from the way he swaggered, to the grip he used on the back of my neck as he hauled me closer, kissing me deeply. Even that was familiar. Comfortable. But still as hot as the first time he’d done it back at the end of a particularly amazing New Year’s party.

His arms enveloped me, and he yanked me closer and pinned me against the couch. I clung to him, already aching with desperation as he ground our cocks together. His kisses were hard and deep, and it wasn’t long before he had my head spinning. Before I could think to ask, he turned me around, kissing the back of my neck.

I held tight to the back of the couch and gave myself over to him as he fiddled with the lube, cursing the uncooperative cap.

“Problems?” I shook my ass at him, because why not? My day-to-day existence was full of serious subjects that came up because of my job. Having Zeke to let go with meant everything to me. Maybe we didn’t need to look for a third. If it didn’t happen this time, I’d take it as a sign from the universe that we weren’t meant to be three. That maybe it was only ever supposed to be a fantasy. I was okay with my current reality. More than okay when Zeke’s slick fingers pressed against my hole.

“I love seeing you like this,” Zeke rasped in my ear as his fingers gently breached me. Two seconds in, and I was already panting and desperate. My fingers dug into the cushions, and I let out a slutty moan.

“Zeke, please.” Though we’d fucked the day before, it still felt like an eternity had gone by since he’d last touched me. “Don’t make me wait.” Sweat beaded on my forehead as his fingers twisted and scissored, stretching me open. I could scarcely breathe through the desperate surge of need, but I managed to keep begging.

There was a moment where I gasped, feeling immediately bereft as his fingers left me, but then his cock pressed against my hole. In one long motion, he was inside me. His hands bit into my hips where he gripped me just the right side of too tight, and his mouth was hot against my neck. He held me still as he drove himself deeper and deeper, until he was as close to me as he could get.

“Remember the first time we did this?” Zeke laughed as he made us take a step back so he could get a better angle. “Remember how fucking fast we came?”

“I’d be shocked if we lasted a full two minutes.” I was nearing my peak now. Zeke kept thrusting, kissing my neck, my shoulders. His hands explored my body. His touch was familiar, but sometimes I still got butterflies. Like now. I tilted my head back and arched into him.

A sudden gust of cold air caught my attention, but Zeke kept on thrusting. Until a thud from across the room made Zeke stop. My heart caught in my throat at the sight of Micah standing by the door looking sad and angry and fucking exhausted. My face heated when I realized what Micah had walked in on.

“Surprise.” Micah sounded as upset as he looked. “The roads are closed, or I’d turn right back around and leave. But here I am, and I guess you’re stuck with me.”

Zeke pulled out and wrapped the blanket from the back of the couch around me. “We didn’t know anyone would be here. Hudson said we could use the cabin.”

Micah sat on the bench by the door and pulled his boots off. From the bags of groceries and suitcase, he’d intended to stay for a while.

“Yeah, well, my roommate is proposing to his girlfriend this weekend. So, I didn’t want to be there and be the third wheel.” Micah kept his gaze pinned on the floor.

I winced at the dejected look on Micah’s face. My heart still pounded against my ribs. I wanted nothing more than to cross the room and hug Micah. I’d always liked him. The older he got, the more I liked him. I knew Zeke felt the same way, too. Not because I was psychic or anything, but because we had talked about it before. Many times. About Micah and how perfect he was.

My crush on Micah wasn’t a secret from Zeke. I still felt a niggling of shame as I stood there naked, hard, and painfully unsatisfied, because more than anything, I wanted to stretch Micah out in front of the fire and have my way with him.

“We should get dressed,” Zeke whispered in my ear, snapping me out of my stupor.

“Yeah, uh, right. Shit.” I pulled the blanket tighter around me and promised to be right back. Zeke and I shut ourselves in the bedroom, and I flopped face-down on the bed, sighing heavily.

“That was awkward.” Zeke dug in our bag and handed me a pair of sleep pants.

“It was, wasn’t it?” My dick clearly hadn’t gotten the memo, because I was still rock-hard. Zeke dragged his gaze down my body, smiling when he saw my problem.

“Clearly someone likes awkward.” He stepped into a pair of pants and eyed me quietly for a minute before continuing. “I know you still like him, Connor. It’s okay.”

“Hudson would kill us.”

“Hudson will get over it.” Zeke smoothed his hands up and down my back. “If it makes you feel better, I still like him, too.”

“He looked so sad.” My heart twisted when I recalled the look on his face.

“Maybe we can make him happy.”

I pulled back and looked at Zeke. Surely, he wasn’t suggesting what I thought he was suggesting.

“We’ve tried before to find that missing piece. I think you know why we haven’t been able to find the right person, Connor. I think… I think maybe we knew all along.”

“But… Hudson?—”

Zeke cut me off. “Hudson is our friend, and he will get over it. I think he’d even be happy to see his brother so well taken care of.”

“The lawyer in me has ten different arguments ready to go as to why we shouldn’t.”

“But?” Zeke arched an eyebrow at me.

“But I don’t want to talk us out of it. I’m tired of pretending that anyone would fit when it should’ve been Micah all along.”

Zeke kissed the tip of my nose. “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now we have to convince Micah.”

“Well, we happen to be trapped in the middle of nowhere in a romantic little cabin with a fireplace. We might have a shot.”

“Especially given what he walked in on. I know I’m still hard enough to pound nails.”

“We should go back out there before he thinks we’re hiding from him.” I grabbed Zeke’s hoodie and pulled it on. I twined our fingers together, but Zeke took the lead, pulling us back out into the main living area.

I didn’t see him at first. I’d expected him to be in the kitchen or sitting by the fire, but Micah, in typical Micah fashion, had curled up on the couch and pulled one of the extra blankets over himself. The sight of him already asleep made my heart lurch.

His expression was relaxed, and he looked small and vulnerable all curled in a ball. I wanted to let him use my lap as a pillow and stroke his hair. I wanted to take care of him. My fingers twitched at my sides, and I noticed his bags on the floor.

“He didn’t even put his groceries away,” I whispered and tugged Zeke along with me.

“If the roads are closed, he probably had a stressful drive up here.” Zeke dropped my hand so we could put Micah’s things away for him. Zeke glanced over at Micah. “He always could fall asleep in under a minute.”

“And sleep anywhere. Remember when he fell asleep on the lawn? We were throwing a football around with Hudson. Micah was out there, and the next thing we know, he’s snoring in the shade.”

Zeke laughed. “I don’t think he’s ever made it to the end of movie night.”

“We should do that tonight.”

“A movie night?”

“Yeah, we can make dinner while he sleeps, then we can wake him up and feed him and we can all watch a movie together.” My head knew it wasn’t a date. Micah didn’t even know we were going to be here. I didn’t even know if he’d want to watch a movie, but my heart was already twenty steps ahead, and I found it impossible to put on the brakes. Most of the time, I led with my brain. I let logic and facts dictate my actions. This time, I decided to let my heart be my guide.

Maybe it wasn’t our last chance, but it felt like it was now or never. The universe had handed us the perfect setting to win Micah over, and I wasn’t about to let him slip away.