Chapter Seven
“I’ll leave you to it,” Aleco said, giving Greg a meaningful look. “Seems you have important matters to discuss.”
“Thanks, boss,” Greg said quietly, his attention on Carlos.
Aleco stepped up to the door and Carlos came farther in to allow him to leave. “Nice to meet you again, son. I hope we’ll be seeing more of you.” He nodded, once, then was gone.
“You’d best shut that door,” Greg said.
Carlos did as instructed, shutting out the light that had spilled in with his arrival. A sheet of sunshine penetrated the window next to the door, creating a wedge through the air which danced with dust motes.
“Are you all right?” Patrick asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He jerked his head at the door. “I stayed at Davey’s place. Didn’t touch anything or eat anything. Didn’t think it would be too much of a problem.”
“No, ’course not.” Greg walked over to the fire. He threw another log on, even though the room was warming now the storm had passed.
Patrick figured it was for something to do as much as anything. He found himself laying out the towel on the counter and folding it into a neat square. His mind spun. Had Carlos come to tell them goodbye? Or was the news better? Had he searched his soul and discovered they were all destined to be together, forever?
“I’m sorry I ran out like that,” Carlos said, his feet apparently rooted to the floor.
“Why did you?” Patrick shoved the towel to one side, frustrated with himself for fiddling with it.
“I don’t know.” He paused. “Confused, I guess.”
Greg scrubbed his hand over his cheek, rasping his palm over his stubble. “You frightened Patrick. He wanted to come after you.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.” Carlos looked between them.
“You should know I don’t like seeing Patrick upset.”
“Of course not, neither do I, but… I needed to get my head around this.” He rubbed the row of bruises on his ribs
“This?” Patrick asked.
“Yes. Us.”
“So there is an us?” Greg sat heavily on the single seat by the fire. He curled his big hands over the ends of the arms.
Carlos sighed. “Of course there’s an us. We can’t ignore it. I can’t ignore it.”
“You mean us as in a threesome?” Greg said.
“Yes. I do.”
“And what are you going to do about it?” Greg asked.
Carlos pressed his lips together, curling them in on themselves.
The room held a tension sharp enough to cut through ice. Patrick felt as though his life was on a pendulum—it could swing one way and everything would be perfect, or it could go the other way and he and Greg would have a hole ripped into their hearts.
It all depended on Carlos. What did he want?
Nausea rolled around Patrick and he reached for a glass of water.
I can’t stand this. I need to know.
He drank then turned back to the two men he wanted, the two shifters who’d become so special to him.
“I’m not known for my patience, though it’s better for people I love,” Greg said. “So, you have an advantage, Carlos, given my feelings for you, but even so…best not to push it.”
“I don’t mean to. Really, I don’t…it’s just happened so fast. And with the beating and Titan kicking me out of the pack I’ve been with for years.” He walked up to the sofa and sat, resting his elbows on his knees. “My head is spinning, add on top of that the issue of having a constant hard-on for you both and I can barely think straight.”
“You have a hard-on for us both?” Patrick repeated as he set his tumbler down.
“Yeah, can’t you tell?” Carlos glanced at his groin as though checking out his cock.
“I guess that makes three hard-ons in the room, then,” Greg said, his voice softer. “The question is, what are you gonna do with yours?”
“I guess…” Carlos threw a look at Patrick. It was a hot, smoldering look, his lips slightly parted and his eyes dark. “What any hot-blooded shifter would do with a stiff cock in the presence of his mates… Use it.”
Oh, God.
This was going better than Patrick had dared hope. From the sound of it Carlos did want them, very much. But was it for a bit of down and dirty fun or was he in it for the long haul?
It appeared the same thought was on Greg’s mind. “Tell us what you want from us, Carlos. Tell us everything.”
Carlos turned back to Greg. “Apart from naked fun?”
“Yeah, apart from naked fun.” Greg appeared to be holding in a smile as he changed position on the seat.
Patrick gripped the kitchen worktop, willing the words he wanted to hear come from Carlos’ mouth.
“I want…” Carlos said. “Both of you with me, for all of time. Here in the forest, if Aleco will allow it. I never thought I’d find one mate, yet here I am, bonded with you both.” He pressed his hand to his chest, over his heart. “You’re in here, there’s nothing I can do about it and denying it is futile.”
“That’s how we feel,” Patrick rushed forward, happiness swelling inside him and his heart skipping along at a clattering rate.
Did I really get this lucky?
Carlos stood and grinned. A proper big smile that relaxed his face and made his eyes sparkle. He held out his arms and Patrick went into them, breathing in the fresh, outdoorsy, scent of his new mate as he did so.
Being in Carlos’ arms was like coming home. Different from Greg, but just as welcoming and secure.
The next thing he knew Carlos was kissing him, taking the lead and swiping his tongue into Patrick’s mouth.
Then Greg was there, his thicker arms sliding around the both of them.
Patrick couldn’t ever remember being so happy, so fulfilled. He knew Greg would be bowled over with joy too and that intensified his own delight.
“You made the right decision, I promise,” Greg murmured.
Carlos broke the kiss and turned to him. Patrick then watched as his two sexy guys kissed for the first time. Carlos had to reach up a little to kiss the taller man.
Greg moaned and ran his hand into Carlos’ hair, gripping it.
Patrick’s cock hardened, pressing against his pants. Damn, it was a sexy sight before him.
What the hell would it be like to see them fuck?
Their kiss went on and on, increasing in intensity and speed. Patrick ran his hands up each of their bodies, enjoying their different shapes and builds.
Greg was so familiar, Carlos new and exciting to explore.
“Ah, yeah, that’s it,” Greg said. “Fucking hell, that kiss was overdue.” He licked his lips.
“Yeah, tell me about it.” Carlos ran his hand up Greg’s chest and settled on his shoulder.
“Come over here,” Greg said, taking Patrick’s hand then Carlos’. “It’s time to seal the deal on this.”
“This?”
“Our love, our commitment, our new way of being.” Greg spoke with authority and certainty. There was no going back on their decision.
Thank goodness.
In front of the fire, Greg released both of their hands then sat in the chair, fingers curled over the ends again. “You should pick up where we left off before you ran out, Carlos. It was just heating up.”
“It was heating up to the point I was gonna combust,” Carlos said. “Patrick is one hell of a kisser.”
“I’m glad you think so,” Patrick said.
“I do.” Carlos smiled.
“So, kiss him again,” instructed Greg. “The way you were before, holding his chin.”
Patrick didn’t hesitate. He took Carlos’ chin in the tips of his fingers and kissed him. It was a firm but gentle press of lips, with tongues, too. He slanted his head and probed deeper, enjoying the lingering taste of Greg.
“Now, take his boxers off,” Greg said.
Excitement swirled within Patrick. They really were going to do this. But he didn’t want to rush, so he traced down Carlos’ body, circling his nipples, giving them a little tweak. He dipped into his navel, then tickled over his pubic hair. Finally, when he reached his boxers, he gave him a firm stroke over the top of the material.
Carlos groaned and broke the kiss.
Patrick stroked him some more.
Carlos fluttered his eyes shut and rocked into Patrick’s hand. “He likes your touch,” Greg said, his voice low and husky, “Give him more.”
Patrick glanced at Greg—his tone and words had been so sexy. He inhaled sharply. Greg had kicked away his jeans and was working his erection in his fist as he watched Patrick and Carlos.
“You like what you see, Sir?” Patrick waggled his eyebrows.
“More than you could ever know, babe.”
Patrick tensed his belly and butt cheeks. He was becoming impatient for the action to start. He returned his attention to Carlos and pushed at the black boxers, stretching the waistband over his cock. It sprang forward, long and hot, into his palm.
“I love your cock,” Patrick whispered against his lips. “And your red body hair. So damn sexy.”
“You think? I’ve always hated it.”
“It’s beautiful, like you.” Patrick kissed him again, at the angle of his jaw then down his neck, all the time rubbing his shaft, tip to base, and applying a little twisting hand movement as he came back up. “And I bet you’re beautiful when you come, too.”
“Patrick is beautiful when he comes,” Greg said. “I’ll show you later. I’ll make him come over and over and you can watch.”
“ I want to make him come,” Carlos said breathily.
“Oh, we can do that, too.” Greg chuckled. “But right now, it’s Patrick’s turn to make you come.”
“Like this, Sir?” Patrick asked, looking down at where he was working Carlos. “With my hand?”
“No.” Greg shook his head. “Fuck him.”
“Fuck him?” Patrick was a little taken aback. He always bottomed—well, nearly always. It was rare Greg wanted to be fucked. He was a fucker. He liked to thrust in and out of Patrick’s tight hole.
“Yeah, I wanna watch you fuck our new mate,” Greg said, “good and hard, get him ready for me. He’s gonna need some prep for my big dick.”
Carlos groaned and gripped Patrick around the waist. “Yes, fuck me. I want you both to. Then I wanna fuck you.”
“Just as well we haven’t got anything urgent to do today,” Patrick said, “seems there’s a lot on our to-do lists.”
He set his attention on Greg. “How do you want us?”
“I want Carlos on his hands and knees, facing me.”
“You heard the man,” Patrick said, swiping his lips over Carlos’ then pressing on his shoulders. “Down you go.”
“Now, go grab the lube,” Greg directed at Patrick.
“Lube, yeah, of course.” He dashed to the bathroom and retrieved a fresh tube from the cabinet. He was breathing heavily, his cock so hard it was almost painful to move fast.
The sight of Carlos’ pale ass, offered up to him, nearly took the last of his breath away. It truly was a sight to behold.
“You know what to do,” Greg said, massaging his own cock harder and faster, the red tip peeking out from his fist over and over.
Patrick shoved at his clothes so he too was naked then dropped to his knees behind Carlos. He leaned over him, spreading kisses across his shoulders and down his spine as his cock tip brushed against his buttocks.
Carlos moaned and bowed and arched his back.
Patrick adored how soft his skin was. Greg’s was tougher, darker, Carlos was almost fragile. He palmed his buttocks, loving the way they filled his hands, and pushed them together then apart, stretching and compressing his hole.
“Fuck him,” Greg said, his voice a near growl.
“Yes, Sir.” Patrick lubed his fingers then circled Carlos’ hole.
“Oh, please, just do it…” Carlos moaned, rocking backward as if trying to impale himself.
“Here you go, Mister Impatient.” Patrick slipped two fingers into Carlos.
He gasped and held his breath.
“That’s just for starters,” Patrick said, widening his fingers then relaxing them. “Get used to it.”
“I am…more. Give me more.”
Patrick obliged and added another finger. Again Carlos gasped. Patrick began to finger-fuck him slowly, pressing against his prostate as he did so.
He studied Greg—his brow was creased, his lips parted and his nostrils flaring as his chest rose and fell. He’d never taken him for a voyeur, but then they’d never had anyone else to play with before.
It was an incredible turn on.
“Fuck him now, he must be ready,” Greg said, his attention landing on Patrick. “Fuck him like you mean it.”
“I do mean it.” He pulled his fingers out and set his lubed cock at Carlos’ entrance. Gripping his hips, he pushed in.
The tight ring of muscle resisted at first but then opened up and allowed him entry. Once it had, he took a slow, steady ride to full depth, not stopping until his balls squashed up against Carlos’.
Carlos cried out, a long, weighty sound laced with bliss.
Greg slipped from the chair onto his knees, his cock level with Carlos’ head. “Screamer, are you?” he said in an amused voice
“For a small guy, he’s got a big cock.” Carlos was panting as he stared at the floor.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Greg slipped his fingers into Carlos’ hair, tugged and raised his head. “Open your mouth. You’re going to get us both at once.”
Carlos didn’t have time to respond because Greg, in his usual fashion, pushed in.
Patrick released a low gurgling sigh of pleasure as Carlos contracted his ass around the root of his cock. He was clearly enjoying having Greg entering his mouth.
And why not, Patrick always did. Greg was always careful not to go ridiculously deep— his cock was too much for anyone to handle right down their throat.
“That’s it, you just relax and let us do the work,” Greg said, swinging his hips back and forth, fucking Greg’s mouth. “Come on, Patrick, no slacking. Let’s show our new mate how much we want him, love him and can keep him satisfied.”
Patrick was sure pre-cum was already leaking from his tip. He was so turned on.
He stared at Carlos’ shoulders, pulled almost out of his ass, then drove home. Greg did the same and within seconds they’d set up an in-out rhythm in perfect time, both sinking deep then pulling away.
Carlos was shaking, his ribs visible with each inhalation.
Patrick reached under him and found his cock.
A strained moan erupted from him, the sound vibrating around Greg’s shaft before it filled the room. It was a sound Patrick would never forget.
“Ah, yeah, come. Everyone fucking come,” Greg shouted. “Now.”
Patrick rejoiced in being able to let the pressure go. He savored the last few seconds, knowing the battle was over, then spiraled into ecstasy. Every nerve in his body fired off electrical impulses of delight as his climax claimed him.
He struggled to keep his eyes open, but managed and watched Greg screw up his face and freeze as he came in Carlos’ mouth.
Patrick’s hand filled with semen, Carlos also taking his pleasure. He bucked backward onto Patrick, then thrust forward into Greg.
Spreading his hand on Carlos’ back, Patrick absorbed the convulsions of pleasure going through the man he was buried deep inside. He had an overwhelming sensation of ownership, of protectiveness. Carlos was theirs. He was beautiful and giving and without even knowing it, he’d completed the life he had and loved with Greg.
He really was the luckiest average Joe to have ever walked the face of the Earth and one thing for sure was he’d never stop counting his blessings or adoring his shifter mates.