Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Callum
It’s been two weeks since the shootout happened in the trailer park. I will never forget it. What surprises me the most is that I haven’t had any nightmares.
Despite the fear of being killed, seeing Rick shoot Jordan point blank right in front of me, watching the fight between Rick and the two goons, and the shock of seeing my father there, I’ve been able to sleep. I’m not even having nightmares any longer about the attack in Evergreen.
I believe that is because of what my father did for me. He saved me. Brian literally gave his life for mine, and that knowledge seems to have healed my wounds and traumas. He might not have been the best father growing up, but he proved to me that he loved me.
Today was his funeral. We buried him at Queen of Heavens cemetery.
During the graveside service, my mother stood on my right, Pen was on my left, and Dom stood behind Pen and me.
My best friends were there, too, of course, as were Tobias, John, Fig, Dante and Dean, along with the rest of Harper Security. I was surprised to see Lyric there too.
Ron couldn’t come, but Dean hugged my mother and then—awkwardly, me on Ron’s behalf. I was glad Ron decided to conserve his strength and not make the trip to Chicago. The day was a hot one, and Dean was busy helping Dante, whose four-inch heels kept sinking into the plush grass of the cemetery.
With all the people who mean so much to me there, I was able to get through the day and support my mother. Her friends had also arranged a lovely reception for us, where we could share memories of the times when Brian was a good father and a wonderful husband.
We took my mother back to her house and then grabbed our bags. Her best friend was staying with her tonight since Dom, Pen and I had decided we’d stay at a hotel. We needed the alone time together.
Though, it has been a whirlwind. We’d each been debriefed separately, Dom multiple times.
They’d had to do an autopsy on Brian to determine whose bullets had killed him, and then there was the rigamarole of getting his body from California to Chicago and planning the funeral.
Dom’s friend from Chicago Sentinel had brought Mum to us in California, where I let her fuss over me for a few days as a distraction from the shit with Brian—she went into full Mama Bear mode when she learned I’d taken another hit to my concussed head.
I went back to Evergreen by myself to grab the things I’d left behind when we fled and to put the house on the market, something I felt I had to do for closure.
With everything going on, I’d barely seen Dom and Pen.
We’d texted and called each other, but what we really need to say can only be said in person.
There’s so much we have to unpack: what happened from the time I was attacked in Evergreen, the arguments between Pen and Dom, and then the big unknown—where we three stand in the relationship.
Now, as we position ourselves in different parts of the hotel room, silence fills the space.
I glance at Pen first. His arms are folded across his chest and his attention is to the ceiling. Then I look at Dom, whose posture mirrors Pen’s, except his eyes are on the floor.
“For fuck’s sake. Someone talk,” I say from my perch on the bed.
Both men look at me at the same time, but neither of them says anything.
“You know what? I’m leaving. I had a crappy day and watching both of you Debbie-downers makes me feel even more unhappy.” I get up from the bed, grab my overnight bag and head to the door.
I don’t make it four steps before thick arms wrap around me from behind. “I’m sorry,” Dom says.
“I’m not the one you should say sorry to,” I reply over my shoulder.
“Babe, we talked,” Pen says, his hand cupping my face. “Dom apologized many times. And he will keep apologizing until I say otherwise.” A small smirk slides across his face.
“Then what’s with the silence?” I demand. “I thought you two were working things out, but right now you aren’t acting any differently than you were back at Tobias’s lake house.”
“We’re waiting to see what you need. Today was a tough day for you and your mom. We don’t want to come after you like crazed sex fiends,” Dom explains, then tucks his chin close to my neck and kisses my ear.
“What if I want you two to be crazed sex fiends? What if that’s what I need?”
“Then Callum, if that’s what you want, we aim to please,” Pen says with the kind of smile that songs are written about. He leans in, pulling me from Dom’s arms and kisses me, long and thoroughly. His touch has my heart pumping and my dick hardening in my slacks.
“But we still need to have a talk,” Dom interjects, and Pen and I groan.
“What?” I pull out of Pen’s arms and sit on the edge of the bed, facing the two men.
“We love you,” Dom begins to say.
“We want you in our lives—always—the three of us,” Pen adds. “Together.”
“We just need to make sure you’re good and ready for this relationship.” A little bit of Dom’s insecurities are peeking through, and I love that he now feels like he can show that side of himself. Just like Pen can.
“Callum Fitz, would you like to be in a committed relationship with us, Pennington Gallagher and Dominic Rossetti?”
I contemplate for all of five seconds before my men are on me. Kissing me, loving me.
“Yes, I want to be in a relationship with you both. Now can we fuck, please?” I plead with a pout.
Neither hesitate. They begin stripping out of their suits, which leaves me to watch my men as they give me a striptease. Once they are down to their birthday suits, I take off my clothes and we three head into the large shower.
When we’re clean and my body has been thoroughly stretched by Pen, Dom leans in and kisses me and then Pen, before offering, “As penance, I want you and Pen to both fuck me tonight.”
My eyes go wide, and so do Pen’s. “Are you sure?” I ask, because I like being the bottom. But if this is for Pen, I will happily switch.
“You’ve never bottomed, Dom,” Pen says.
“Yes, I have. It’s been years, but I trust you both to take care of me.”
Pen wraps a hand on the back of Dom’s neck, draws him in and kisses him hard. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Dom utters against his lips.
They turn to me, pull me in and say at the same time, “We love you.”
“And I love you both.” I kiss each of them with equal passion.
We move from the bathroom, still wet, to the king-size bed. The starched white sheets cling to our damp bodies, but none of us care.
With tangled limbs, we touch, taste, and grind on each other until we need more. I need more.
Pen grabs the lube while I bend over and take Dom’s cock into my mouth. God, I love the taste of his skin and his precum that’s flowing heavily from the tip. I suck him back as far as I can while using my hand to cup his fuzzy balls.
“Fuck, baby—your mouth. Oh, God—yes, Pen. Give me two fingers. I need it.”
As Pen stretches Dom’s ass, I pop off of Dom’s dick, leaving it slick with saliva. I turn—my back to Dom’s front, and move until his thick length is nudging my hole.
“Don’t move, Dom, and keep your hands to yourself,” I look over my shoulder and order, repeating what he said to me the only other time we three made love.
Dom groans but does as I ask. I wiggle a little more until his head slides past my first ring of muscle, then I pause, letting myself adjust to his size.
“Are you ready for three?” Pen whispers to Dom.
“Yes,” he utters and then moans loudly as Pen penetrates him at the same time I push back until I’m fully impaled on Dom’s dick.
“I’m not going to last,” Dom admits with a groan. “Fuck—fuck me already.”
“We have all night,” I admit and begin to move faster.
“Hell yeah, we do,” Pen echoes as he slides his cock into Dom.
“You’re punishing me,” Dom moans.
“Yes, we are,” I say and bounce my ass against him, as Pen thrusts in counterpoint to my movements, so that Dom is being impaled as my ass is swallowing his length whole.
We are connected in so many ways. Our bodies, our minds and our hearts. There are no words—no songs that could truly capture what I feel for these two men. The depth of my affection for them goes beyond anything I can express—any song lyrics I think of.
The journey we’ve taken to get here may have been longer than we all anticipated, but looking back, I wouldn't change a thing. I’m so grateful for every step we’ve taken together, and for the bond we’ve built—it’s something I’ll carry with me always.
“I can’t wait any longer. Callum,” Pen groans. “Stroke yourself.”
“Yes,” I utter, trying to match the rhythm with Pen as he speeds up and drives deep into Dom’s ass.
But in true Dominic Rossetti fashion, he takes over. He clamps his hands on my shoulders and begins to move his hips. I brace one hand on the wall in front of me while jack myself.
Dom’s drills me faster and harder, all the while Pen is railing Dom just as roughly.
“I can’t—” I keen out, losing the rest of my words as my entire body becomes electrified and I come immediately.
Pen groans low and guttural, and Dom thrusts falters, before he growls out, “Fuck.”
I don’t know how long we stay connected, Dom’s heavy frame leaning against me, but I see Pen out of my periphery. Then Dom’s weight is gone, and he slowly pulls out of me.
“Baby,” Dom says before kissing Pen. He then reaches for me and leads me to the shower. We three barely fit the space, but none of us minds.
Once clean, we end up back in bed, where we kiss and touch each other, absorbing the love.
I take a slow deep inhale, breathing in the scent of our lovemaking, and I know this is where I’m supposed to be. In the arms of my two men.