Chapter 48 - Linus
forty-eight
Linus
The Same Morning
I’m behind her.
Liam’s beneath her.
We are inside her.
Avonna’s sprawled over Liam’s chest, head resting against his heart. Eyes blissfully closed. She holds us together in the same space. Flesh to flesh.
We’ve spent the past year fucking her together. Fucking each other. Making love and playing house and hiding in plain sight. Both Liam and I have failed to live our lives authentically. Always finding excuses to keep our love for each other hidden in the shadows.
In the process, we forgot to put the kindest, most beautiful woman in the world first.
She’s sick of it. Rightfully so.
Last night everything shifted. She laid herself bare and called us out. Made it clear she won’t stay with two scrambling idiots who don’t treat her like the goddess she is.
Anchoring her hip with my palm, I slide one hand up her back, tracing her spine with my fingertips. Liam’s hands are threaded through her hair. His thumb strokes her cheek. He gazes at her like she might vanish.
We won’t let her.
Everything changes now.
I shift slightly, enough to slide deeper into her body against Liam’s cock.
“Look at me.” I kiss Avonna’s ear.
She leans up toward me. Her eyes are half-lidded but clear.
“We love you,” I whisper.
Her exhale catches, almost a sob, but she holds it in.
As she relaxes back against Liam’s chest, her hand finds mine at her hip and she brings it to her belly in between her and Liam.
Her skin is soft and warm. His abs are taut and flexed with tension.
His arms wrap around us both like he’s trying to bring us even closer, if possible.
“I know I’ve made you feel like a secret,” he says into her hair. “Both of you.”
I don’t interrupt. He needs to say this.
“I told myself it was protection,” he goes on. “But you were right to call me out. I’m afraid. My fear is mine, not yours. I haven’t put either of you first.”
Liam’s not the only one to blame here. In fact, I’ve done the same thing.
Avonna may be my wife, but no one really knows about us. We’re never affectionate in public. Our love has always existed behind closed doors.
As for Liam, I’ve loved him for years and the only time we were open about our relationship was in college. I’ve never spoken about him to my parents and since I brought him into my relationship with Avonna, we’ve gone out of our way to hide from everyone, including his twin brother.
Liam kisses her shoulder. “Never again.”
“Never again,” I repeat and rest my forehead on the back of her neck. “I love you both. Fully. Without apology.”
She doesn’t speak, but her hand grips mine between her and Liam. She pushes back onto me, her body soft and trusting. Liam brushes her hair from her face, cradles her cheek.
“I thought we should keep our personal and professional parts of our lives separate,” I sigh. “I was wrong. I don’t want to live in pieces anymore.”
Liam looks up at me over her shoulder. For a moment, we both pause there, holding her between us, holding each other in this moment. Neither of us turns away.
We both acutely understand the quiet, aching truth of nearly having waited too long.
I start to move again. Not thrusting, sliding. My chest hovers lightly against her back, let her feel me. My hand slides from her belly to her breast, cupping it gently, thumb circling her nipple. She arches slightly in response, a soft gasp slipping from her lips.
Liam kisses the center of her chest. His hands trail along her thighs, her hips, her waist. We touch her like she’s a prayer we never learned properly until now.
I feel her relax between us, the last edge of guardedness dissolving.
“I need this,” she whispers as her pussy relaxes, not in climax, but in trust.
Liam lifts his head and kisses her mouth, emitting a sound I’ve never heard from him before, somewhere between relief and awe. Her hand slides into his hair. I kiss the side of her neck. My hand finds Liam’s and I link our fingers together.
We move again, carefully. My hips roll forward, and Liam’s lift slightly to meet me. Not hurried or forceful. Enough to remind her we’re with her. Choosing her, and each other.
Our cocks glide together inside her, and she whimpers softly. Somehow, we keep the pace languid, not letting the heat override the vow.
“I’m not hidin’ anymore,” I promise.
Liam kisses her again. “Me either.”
“I know.” She nods. “I know.”
Liam kisses her collarbone. His face is vulnerable. Beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look like this, destroyed and safe at the same time. She’s given us something precious.
Her truth. Her body. Her trust. Her heart.
I thrust again. Her pussy flutters. His cock throbs.
I can tell we’re both close now.
My fingers flex as I try to stay in control, but it’s slipping. She’s pulling it out of me. Out of us both.
“I love you,” Liam rasps.
“I love you both,” she breathes, her hand reaches back to curl around my neck.
“I’m yours,” I say to both of them. “All in. No more hiding.”
Liam’s cock twitches once and he spills into her, thick and hot, coating my cock as I move against him. Her pussy ripples, milking him, keeping us deep.
She breathes out, faint, aching, and I feel her start to tip over with the certainty of what we’re giving her.
Everything.
I thrust once more. The heat builds sharp and sudden. My release takes me before I can prepare for it.
She quivers and cries out with her own climax as I empty into her every ounce of shame, every lie I ever told myself, every moment I kept her in the dark.
After, we hold her.
I bury my face in her neck. “We’re not goin’ anywhere.”
Our new normal envelopes us.
No more shadows.
No more rules.
No more shame.