Chapter 20
Luke
I stood on the porch, hands wrapped around a mug of coffee as I watched the summer sun dance across Lake Ambervale.
And okay, maybe I was really watching for Mioko’s van.
She’d been gone for four days at a craft fair in Burlington, and the apartment felt hollow without her chaos, her laughter, her colors spilling across every surface.
After five months of living together, I couldn’t imagine my world without her in it.
“You’re hovering again,” Eli’s deep voice rumbled behind me as his arms slid around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder. “She texted twenty minutes ago. Said she was turning off the highway.”
“I’m not hovering,” I protested weakly. “I’m... appreciating the view.”
“Bullshit.” He nipped at my earlobe, making me shiver.
I leaned back against his chest, allowing myself to be enveloped in his comforting warmth. “Don’t lie; you’re out here for the same reason.”
“Maybe,” he admitted, laughing. “But look, even Rambo is waiting.” He pointed to the dog, who was sound asleep and snoring on the porch of the inn.
“There!” I said suddenly, spotting the familiar blue Sprinter van turning onto the gravel drive that led to the Honeyfern Inn. “She’s back.”
We watched from the window as Mioko’s van rattled to a stop, and she hopped out. Even from this distance, I could see the exhaustion in the slope of her shoulders as she stretched, arms raised overhead, her dark hair catching the light.
“Come on,” Eli said, already tugging me by the hand.
We tumbled down the stairs like eager puppies, waking Rambo, who leapt up and followed us to the van.
Mioko turned, her tired face transforming instantly into a brilliant smile. She was beautiful.
She batted our hands away as we went to hug her. “I have to unload before we can...”
“Tell us you missed us first,” Eli commanded softly, sweeping her into his arms as Rambo sniffed at her feet.
“So much,” she admitted, reaching for me. “I kept seeing things I wanted to show you both. Kept turning to tell you something only to remember you weren’t there.”
I moved behind her, my hands sliding around both of hers. We were connected, all three of us.
“Never again,” I said, snuggling close. “Next event, we’re coming with you. Setting up a booth right next to yours.”
“Oh yeah? What would you sell? Marketing advice?” Mioko asked.
“We’ll sort out the logistics later.”
Eli stepped in. “But for now, let’s go upstairs. We have some ideas about how to welcome you home.”
Her eyebrow arched, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Do tell.”
Instead of answering, Eli scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry that made her shriek with surprised laughter.
I led the way up the stairs and into our apartment, with Rambo barking at Eli’s heels, then back to the bedroom—our bedroom, with its ridiculously oversized custom bed.
At the doorway, Eli paused, Mioko still giggling over his shoulder. Rambo must have known we’d be distracted because he flopped down on the rug in front of the fireplace and went back to sleep.
“I bet you two never thought you’d end up as husbands sharing a girlfriend,” Mioko snorted as Eli tossed her onto the bed. She bounced, laughing.
Her words sent a jolt of pleasure through me—not just at the reminder of tomorrow’s ceremony, where Eli and I would make it official, but at the casual way she claimed her place in our relationship.
“It’s a commitment ceremony,” I said. “In my mind, we’ll all be married.”
“Yes, but only yours is legal. Maybe that’ll help you avoid doing something stupid like ignoring each other for six years. It was a lot of work to get you back together, and I can’t take any risks with the men I love.”
Eli laughed and crawled across the bed like a predator chasing its prey. “Careful, sunshine. It sounds like you’re taking credit.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” she challenged, propping herself up on her elbows. “Six months after I meddled, you’re getting married. I’m clearly a genius matchmaker.”
“A matchmaker who got caught in her own trap,” I pointed out, crawling onto the bed beside her, unable to resist nuzzling into her neck, breathing in her scent.
Her fingers threaded through my hair, tugging just enough to make my scalp tingle. “The best plans have room for... adaptation.”
My hands found the hem of her sweater, slipping underneath to touch warm skin.
I still couldn’t believe this was real sometimes.
Tomorrow, Eli would be my husband. And in my mind, Mioko would be our wife, even if polyamorous unions weren’t a legal thing quite yet.
It felt like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place.
Our kisses grew more intense, and we rolled together in the bed, a tangle of limbs and half-removed clothing, laughing and touching and relearning each other’s bodies.
Mioko’s sweater disappeared, followed by her bra, revealing small, perfect breasts that both Eli and I immediately focused on—his mouth on one nipple, mine on the other, drawing gasps from her that fed the growing heat in my groin.
We were frantic as we stripped away the last of our clothing. We tossed everything carelessly on the floor until we were naked, skin against skin, breath mingling as we traded kisses that grew increasingly urgent.
Eli maneuvered Mioko onto her back, settling his mouth between her legs while I stretched out beside them, content for the moment to watch.
There was something intensely satisfying about seeing them together.
Her small body was a perfect contrast to his larger, more muscled frame.
The way she arched under his touch, the way he worshipped every inch of her.
His hand splayed across the soft curve of her stomach, and his expression shifted.
“I think once we’re married we’ll have to breed you. Imagine, Luke and me fucking you until there’s a baby growing right here.” He pressed gently on her stomach, making her gasp. “And you wouldn’t know which of us put it there.”
The raw possessiveness in his voice sent a bolt of white-hot desire through me. We’d never discussed this fantasy before—not with each other, not with Mioko—but the image it conjured was unexpectedly, overwhelmingly erotic. Mioko, round with a child that could be mine or Eli’s.
Mioko smiled. “Hate to burst your bubble, but I’m still on birth control.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I heard myself say, my voice rough with want as I moved closer, my hand joining Eli’s on her stomach. “It’s the thought of it. Of marking you from the inside. Making you ours in a way no one can ever take away.”
She shivered beneath our touch, her pupils dilating until her eyes were mostly black. “Show me, then. Show me how badly you want to breed me.”
Something snapped in both of us at her words.
Eli’s mouth crashed down on hers while I moved lower, tasting the wetness between her thighs that told me she was enjoying this fantasy, too.
She tasted sweet and salty, like home. I lapped at her, savoring her little moans.
Her thighs trembled against my shoulders.
I was starved for her and could have stayed buried between her legs all night, tongue-fucking her until her knees buckled and she begged for mercy.
She was greedy for it too. Her hips ground against my face, slick and desperate, her fingers threaded so tight in my hair I was pretty sure she’d take half my scalp with her when she came.
Eli’s rough groan vibrated through the mattress as he watched me eat her out. “Spread your legs wider for him,” he ordered, and the sound of his voice was gasoline on my brain. I wanted him to watch. I wanted her to use me, to ride my face like she owned it.
She did. She fucking did.
“Get on your back, pretty boy,” Eli rasped. “I want to watch her smother you.”
I obeyed without hesitation, happy to please them, rolling over and stretching out on the bed, my cock already so hard it slapped against my stomach as I moved.
Mioko wasted no time, swinging her leg over me and lowering her pussy to my mouth like a goddess demanding worship, her knees on either side of my chest. I grabbed her ass, spreading her open, tongue lapping deep into her as she rocked against my face.
The taste of her was better than any drug. I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking it with quick, hungry strokes, then dove my tongue into her heat, greedy for every drop. Above me, she moaned, her back arching as she ground down harder, riding my face like she never wanted to come up for air.
I felt Eli’s weight by my head as he pressed up behind her, one big hand gripping her hip, the other steadying himself on the bed as he lined up his cock.
The first thrust made her gasp, her body jolting forward, slick heat flooding my mouth as Eli filled her from behind.
I could feel every stroke, every inch of him driving into her dragged against my lips.
He fucked her hard, the slap of his hips against her ass vibrating through her body and into mine.
“God, you look perfect like this,” Eli growled, his hips pistoning as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against my chin. “Mouth full of pussy, cock leaking for us. Open up, Luke. Let me feed you.”
He grabbed the back of her neck, holding her steady, and angled his next thrust so he slipped out of Mioko and thrust into my waiting mouth.
I licked his shaft as he slid in and out a few times, tasting the mix of her arousal and his pre-cum slicking his skin before he thrust back into her, his balls slapping against my face with every movement.
The primal filth of it made my cock throb painfully, desperate for relief.
Mioko leaned forward, bracing herself on my thighs, and lowered her mouth to my cock.
Her lips wrapped around the head, tongue swirling, then she took me deep, her throat working as she swallowed around me.
The sensation was obscene, perfect—the wet heat of her mouth, Eli’s cock slamming into her, her pussy flooding my face as she got fucked between us.
I was drowning in pleasure as she rode my face, her pussy slick and swollen, clit grinding against my tongue with reckless hunger. I lapped at her, the taste of her and Eli and pure fucking need mixing into something that went straight to my brain.
Eli’s hips slammed into her from behind, rocking her whole body forward so my face got smeared with her arousal, her thighs clamping tight around my head. With every thrust, she moaned around my cock, the vibrations shooting straight up my spine.
He gripped her hips hard, holding her open for me, his balls slapping against my chin with every hard drive into her.
I flicked my tongue over her clit, then lower, sucking at the swollen lips, desperate to taste every drop.
When Eli fucked deep, his cock and balls dragged against my mouth.
I licked him, sucked him, tasting the slick mix of her and him together.
Eli groaned, the sound vibrating through Mioko’s body, making her grind down harder. “Look at you,” he rasped, and I didn’t know if he meant her or me. Didn’t matter.
Mioko sucked harder, her hand pumping my shaft while her mouth worked the head, slick and perfect.
Every time Eli fucked into her, I sucked his balls, licked the base of his cock as he slid through her.
God, I could feel him through the thin membrane, so close we were almost one animal, not three people.
I tongued Mioko’s clit, feeling her tense and shudder. Her pussy spasmed around Eli’s cock, milking him as she came with a strangled, desperate cry. The taste flooded my mouth, and I didn’t stop. I wanted more, wanted to drink every aftershock right off her skin.
Eli’s rhythm stuttered, his hands bruising her hips, and then he roared, driving deep as he unloaded inside her.
Hot jets of cum filled her, some of it leaking straight out and spilling over my tongue, dripping down my chin.
I swallowed what I could. The mess made everything even filthier and more perfect.
That pushed me over—I came hard, my cock pulsing in Mioko’s mouth as I emptied myself into her waiting lips. Eli leaned over, helping her lick up every last drop of my cum.
As I came down from the high, Eli gently wiped us clean, then gathered Mioko into his arms, cradling her between us. Her face was flushed, her hair a wild tangle around her shoulders, her lips swollen from sucking my cock. She’d never looked more beautiful.
“You know,” she said after a moment, her voice lazy with satisfaction, “for a wedding gift, I could stop taking my pills.”
Eli’s sharp intake of breath matched my own. We stared at her, then at each other, a silent conversation passing between us.
She laughed at our expressions, reaching up to pat my cheek. “Not tomorrow. But someday. When we’re ready. After all, what’s the point of having two boyfriends if I don’t put them to work making babies?”
Eli’s laugh rumbled through all three of us, his arms tightening around her waist, one hand reaching out to grasp mine. “Sounds like a plan, sunshine. Sounds like a perfect plan.”
And it did. It sounded exactly like the future we were meant to have. Together. All three of us.