Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Erin sat in the corner of Dylan’s bedroom doing one of her favorite activities… Watching her two men have sex with each other. Without her.
Though, right now it was foreplay. Tonight they’d been doing that longer than normal. Dylan was taking his time exploring every inch of Ford’s body. That very thorough exploration included fingers, mouth and, of course, tongue.
“You two are so… beautiful.”
Dylan paused mid-lick and lifted his dark blond head. “Beautiful?”
“Yes, like art. Your bodies are living, breathing sculptures. The sounds you two make are music. The motion like choreographed dancing. You two are so in sync, it seems you were made for each other. So, yes, beautiful . Breathtaking even. I could watch you for hours, days… forever.”
She hoped this threesome would last forever. She wasn’t sure if it would work at first, but now… She couldn’t imagine being with anyone but her two Doms.
“You’re not here to only watch,” Dylan said in his best Dom voice.
But she wasn’t his sub right now. “What’s wrong with simply appreciating the show?”
“You’re supposed to be a part of it.”
Not necessarily. It was true that most of the time whoever was watching ended up joining in on the fun, even if that wasn’t the initial plan, but it didn’t need to be the case.
She repeated something Ford said months ago. “There are no rules. Except for no jealousy and no favoritism.” Everyone was equal in the relationship. The only time it wasn’t was when they were in a scene. “Plus, I’m perfectly fine over here.”
For the moment, anyway. That could easily change. But this evening, that would be completely up to her.
Not Dylan or Ford.
Ford opened his eyes and raised his head from the mattress, where he was splayed out in unrestrained bliss. “You look perfectly fine from here. Maybe I should be watching you instead of the back of my eyelids.”
“A show within a show?” Erin teased.
“A double feature,” Ford teased back.
“A one woman show,” Dylan joined in. “Maybe we need to get re-situated so we can watch her more easily.”
“ Ah , but I don’t want you two distracted.”
“That could happen,” Ford warned Dylan, grabbing his head and pulling him back down for a long, thorough kiss.
That kiss was enough to distract Dylan, and they continued doing their thing while she went back to doing her own.
She currently wore thigh-high stockings and a leather garter belt, along with a matching leather bra with peek-a-boo holes to show off her nipples, high heels and… nothing else. And what she was doing was fingering her own pussy and clit as she watched the men play with each other.
Even though they weren’t performing for her specifically, she liked to think they were.
All it took to push her toward her first climax of the night was the two of them to start playfully wrestling and fighting to be on top.
The whole scene before her went from hot to scorching. The lazy licking, soft touches or light kissing quickly disappeared. A power struggle evolved, involving teeth, nails, grunts and soft curses.
Ford ended up on top, pinning Dylan down by his wrists and straddling his waist.
Both were now out of breath and Erin could confirm neither man cared right now what she was doing in her little corner. At least until she cried out and her body bowed against the chair as an orgasm ripped through her.
When she finally returned to Earth, she glanced over at the bed again.
Oh yes , the men were in their own little world and missed her orgasm because they were working on their own.
Ford had Dylan’s knees pinned to his chest and was already lubing up his hole, preparing it.
Ford clearly won that particular battle.
That was all right. Dylan would “win” the next one.
He always did.
Dylan climbed back into bed after cleaning up. “You were wrong earlier.”
“Who?” Erin asked sleepily. Three intense orgasms in a row tended to wipe her out, whether they were self-service or given to her by the men.
“You,” he informed Erin.
She raised an eyebrow in his direction, which was on the other side of Ford. “About?”
She no longer was always sandwiched in between them. They now switched up their sleeping positions depending on who didn’t want to be stuck in the middle. Sometimes she’d woken up in a sweat if both men were crowding her. They tended to emit heat like furnaces cranked on high.
“You said there are no rules,” Dylan answered. “That’s untrue. Rules exist for every relationship, whether spoken or not. As for sex, we are only limited by our desires and how far we’re willing to go to fulfill those desires.”
“That last part should be our mission statement.” Ford followed that up with a loud yawn, which caused both Erin and Dylan to do the same.
“For the resort?” Dylan stretched out and got comfortable.
Ford rolled into him. “No, for us.”
Dylan considered that for a second. “Do we need one?”
“Not necessarily, but it sounded good.”
Erin smiled. “We could say the same thing about love.”
Dylan tested that concept out. “We’re only limited by our love and how far we’re willing to go to…”
“Maintain that love?”
Ford rolled onto his back and added his suggestion to Erin’s. “Or grow it?”
Dylan rolled to his side, planted his elbow onto the bed and propped his head on his hand. “Well, how far are we willing to go for love?”
Erin held her breath. While she and Ford admitted they loved each other a few months ago, Dylan hadn’t joined in.
“You’re both here more often than not,” Dylan stated the obvious.
Where was he going with that?
“Honestly, I’m starting to feel like a stranger in my own home,” Ford muttered.
“Same.” Erin slowly circled her finger through Ford’s dark chest hairs.
Between working five days a week at the resort, then staying over with Dylan almost every night, she hardly went home anymore. Dylan’s wing in the farmhouse was starting to feel more like home than her own place.
They even spent weekends together doing planned activities, like trail rides by horseback or four-wheelers, or hiking the many trails that were only accessible by foot. And at least one of those days or nights, they booked a playroom up in “Heaven.”
To say the sex was the most satisfying part of their threesome would be wrong. It was the conversations they shared afterward. Those exchanges had certainly evolved as their poly relationship developed. They were now more intimate and personal.
But then, communication was key for any healthy relationship.
On the other hand, the three were also comfortable enough now to be able to simply bask in silence. They no longer needed small talk to fill the quiet between the noise.
“It’s crazy how much stuff you two have left here just in the past six months.”
Again, where was Dylan going with this? Was he not feeling the same way as Ford and Erin? Was he feeling pressured or smothered?
She and Ford shared a concerned glance.
“We can take it home if it’s bothering you,” Ford offered cautiously. He seemed to be just as confused at this sudden change in direction in the conversation.
“It’s an observation, not a complaint.”
“What’s our other option?” Erin asked carefully. “What are you saying, Dylan? Do you want us to spend less time here? Or to leave after sex?”
“No, just the opposite. I want you to move in.”
Her eyes went wide.
“My mother knows and approves.”
Erin frowned. “Wait. Why do we need our parents’ approvals? We’re adults.”
“It simply makes life easier.”
“Maybe. Maybe not,” Ford said. “It might make family gatherings and holidays easier, but not our everyday lives.”
“What if your parents have a problem with us being in a poly relationship?”
“Then, they have a problem,” Ford stated with a shrug. “Again, I’m an adult. I didn’t care if they had a problem with me being bi, the same way I won’t care if they have a problem with me being polyamorous. Parents should love their children unconditionally.”
“Should, but that’s not reality.”
Dylan was right, unfortunately.
Ford wasn’t done. “If my parents aren’t accepting of the two people who love and are committed to me, that’s a problem for them. Not me.”
She liked how Ford slipped in the fact Dylan loved them, too, without it being too obvious.
She and Ford told each other on a regular basis.
As for Dylan…
His actions spoke for him.
However, both Ford and Erin would like to hear him say it out loud. They just wanted him to do it on his own time. When he was comfortable. And one-hundred percent sure.
If he wasn’t, they could wait.
Dylan’s eyebrows stitched together. “You’re okay with alienating your family?”
“No,” Ford answered, “but it wouldn’t be me alienating them. They’d be alienating me.”
Erin understood where Ford was coming from, but she wasn’t sure she could be so accepting about losing her family’s love, all due to her choice of being with two men. Despite the fact those two men clearly loved her.
Would she give them up if her family disapproved? She wasn’t sure if she could, and she hoped it never got to that.
She rubbed her chest over her heart at that painful thought.
She would need to tell them before she agreed to move in with them.
Did she want to move in with them? That wasn’t a decision to be made lightly. Or tonight. Since it would also mean either selling her house or renting it out.
Damn , she needed to have a conversation with her parents and let them know what was going on with her life, other than the mundane updates she told them regularly. No doubt that particular conversation would be awkward.
She had no idea how they’d react beyond shocked at first. They didn’t even know she’d been in a casual relationship with Ford for years.
“Christmas is coming up soon. We could invite our families here for Christmas and New Years. They could see how we live firsthand,” Dylan suggested. “And see how happy we are.”
Erin thought that might work. They could see in person how happy they were. Not just hear about it over the phone.
“But just what are they going to see?” Ford turned his attention to her. “Do your parents know where you work now?”
“Yes, I mentioned it.”
“Do they know what the resort is all about?”
“They’re capable of googling,” she said simply.
“But have they?”
“My guess? No, because they’ve never asked more than, ‘How’s the new job going, honey?’”
“Do they know you’re hardly home anymore? That you practically live out of an overnight bag?”
“No,” she answered softly.
“My proposal would change that,” Dylan said simply.
“Where would we live? Here?” Ford asked skeptically.
“Well—”
“Your place isn’t big enough for three adults.”
“I can build a bigger place.”
Ford sat up and cocked an eyebrow at him. “You can?”
“A crew can. We can. You can design it however you’d like.”
“You’re the architect,” Ford reminded him.
“You could help. Both of you. It would be your home, too. The three of us can figure it out. What do you think?”
“You don’t think it’s too soon?” Erin asked him. “We’ve only been a committed throuple for a few months.”
Dylan continued, “Baby, we missed seventeen years.”
“Okay, but?—”
“I don’t want to miss any more. Doesn’t this feel right?”
“Yes, but…” She glanced over at Ford.
Ford picked up from there. “I just want to be clear… If you’re only including me to keep Erin…”
Dylan scoffed, “Come on now, you should know by now that’s not it.”
“Then, what is it?” Ford still sounded skeptical.
But he should. Moving in together would be a big step and it would definitely spur a flurry of rumors in town.
No, it would no longer be rumors but fact. Any rumors about them would finally be proven right.
“Here’s the truth...” Dylan pulled in a long, deep breath. “When you two aren’t here, I feel something is missing.” He patted his bare chest over his heart. “In here. But it hit me the other day, that emptiness disappears whenever I see one of you. Even from a distance.”
“I mean, I feel that way, too,” Erin said. “I count the minutes until we’re all together again. And it has nothing to do with sex.”
Ford leaned over to place a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Same. But I also look forward to the sex.”
She laughed. “Well, of course, the sex is great. I was a little worried that being with two Doms would be too much for me. But you two work so well together; something else I didn’t expect.”
“Same,” Ford repeated. “I thought Dylan would be too stubborn to bend.”
“Over,” Erin added on a giggle.
“I wouldn’t bend over for anyone but you,” Dylan told Ford.
“Or me,” Erin said.
“The only way I’d bend over for you is if Ford ordered you to…” His eyebrows rose. “Have you two been making plans?”
Ford laughed. “I’m always planning. I can be out working on a fence line and something for us to try will pop in my head.”
“And pop in your pants?” Erin teased.
“Sometimes it’s convenient to work alone.”
“Oh, then maybe I need to come out to wherever you are to check on your work. Just to make sure it’s up to standards so I can head off any complaints before they roll in.”
“Anytime. But you don’t need that excuse, darlin’.”
“If you’re going out to check his work ,” Dylan said, “you need to clear it with the boss first.”
Erin grinned. “So you can supervise?”
“Of course,” he answered in a serious tone. “Okay, so… Thoughts?”
“About sex during the workday? I’m all for it. Sounds like a great job perk,” Ford said.
Erin giggled.
Dylan did not. “You know what I’m asking.”
“I only see one problem with your plan… Beside your wing being too small for us and a new place will take a bit to build.”
“What’s the problem?” Dylan asked.