Chapter 29
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
I’M GETTING MUSHY.
Dash
The phone rings a few times but since Sterling and I take turns eating sweet jam from Juniper’s pussy, we let it ring. After we make her come, which is still so surreal to me, she cleans up in the bathroom as Sterling and I silently will our raging hard-ons to go away. He changes his shirt, tossing the sweaty one over the side of the hamper as I take a seat on the edge of the bed.
“I always liked when I was home from work before you, because I’d get to see you come home all tired and sweaty after a long day. I jerked off thinking about you in your work blues once,” I tell Sterling, watching as he slides his arm through a clean t-shirt.
Juni’s head pops out from the bathroom. “Same.”
He rifles through his open bag. “Trips me out,” Sterling says. Neck gaining a flush, Sterling does what he always does when the attention is favorably aimed his way. He nods me on, saying, “Tell Juniper what you told me. Show her the article.”
She stumbles out of the bathroom, curious energy leading her to sit next to me. I dig out my phone and pass it to her before rising and heading toward the bedroom door, stopping to grip the frame. “I’m gonna get going on breakfast.” I look at Sterling. “Also, the whole naked beautiful woman I love thing isn’t helping,” I tell him, adjusting myself. I point to his backward hat. “Neither is the backward hat.”
He doesn’t say anything, but turns his hat around as pink creeps up his cheeks. I love complimenting him freely because he isn’t used to it and it’s completely rebuilding him in the best way.
In the kitchen, I scramble eggs, cut up fruit, whip up some biscuits and make a pot of oatmeal. When Juniper and Sterling come out from the bedroom, she makes a beeline for me, taking my face in her hands.
“Thank you for showing me that article,” she says, a weightlessness about her. “And thank you both for everything.” She reaches back and takes Sterling’s hand and laces her fingers through mine, too. “I’ll spend my life repaying you both.”
Sterling kisses her cheek but moves past the moment, toward the coffeepot, filling three mugs. Handing me one and another to Juni, he sips his, sifting his monstrous hand through his soft strawberry curls, still slightly damp from his efforts this morning.
“Can I ask something?” Sterling says, speaking to Juniper.
She nods, spreading a spoonful of peach preserves—Juni’s own Little Peach blend—over a fresh baked biscuit.
“Do your sisters truly know nothing of… what you’ve done?”
Juniper is unfazed as she shakes her head no, and I know that means she’s making peace with what’s transpired. Now that we’ve helped her clean up the sites, I can see she’s starting to truly put it behind her. I’m glad that she is and I’m glad that she has a place to channel her energy now, that when she gets angry or frustrated, she can turn to us and we can help her solve things. I can see in her eyes and hear in her soft tone just how free she’s feeling.
“Nope. I was never going to tell anyone. But I’m glad I told you two,” she says, taking a massive bite of her biscuit, slathered in butter and jam. Sterling plates our eggs and I add a scoop of fruit to each, and we head to the table.
Sterling forks a bite of eggs, stopping before it reaches his lips. “Had the guy on the ravine not happened, think you would have told us?”
She considers the question for a moment while finishing her biscuit. “I don’t know if I would have told you guys until after we were together but I was ready to make a move. That night we were going to go bowling, I was going to try something with both of you. But then, well, ravine guy happened.” Our gazes slide to the living room rug where Yellow Dog sleeps soundly.
“I’m glad things happened the way they did,” I announce. As the one who has seemingly struggled with the dichotomy of wanting to be a good man but also wanting to help the people I love stay safe, it feels important to make it known that I’m okay with everything. I know it’s important we’re each okay with what has happened. And I am. “We’re bonded in ways other people aren’t.” I glance down to Juniper’s flat belly then between them. “We’ll have children together, and that will be bonding, but what we’ve gone through…” I trail off. “We can face anything.”
The phone rings, and Sterling jumps up from the table, motioning to the landline hanging from the wall. “You guys eat. We have to be out there in ten minutes,” he says, lifting the receiver while poking a finger through the aluminum mini blinds to take inventory of the crowd outside.
“Hello?” he answers, peering through the window for a second. “Hello?” he asks again, this time with irritation vibrating in his tone. A moment later he hangs up. “It was dead on the other end,” he says, returning to the table to collect his plate.
As we finish up breakfast, Yellow Dog nudges Juniper’s hand, and Dash and I share a glance. “If anyone comes looking for him—” Sterling starts but Juniper is on her feet, clinging to his shirt in a hot second.
“I already thought of that. We’ll just say he wandered up and we kept him. I don’t get the paper. I don’t have cable TV. I can easily say I had no idea he belonged to anyone. He didn’t have a collar. So I kept him.” She curls her fists into his shirt, twisting the fabric. “If it’s really stupid to keep him then I won’t, but please, baby, please. If it's possible, I really want to keep him. He needs to know he’s loved. He probably saw his owner get raped and murdered, Sterling, and then to just turn him out to the streets? I can’t. I can’t, Sterling. I can’t watch if we have to get rid of him.”
He smooths his palms up and down her arms, pressing kisses to the top of her head. I think he’s about to tenderly embrace her, hold her to his chest to let her cry it out while he softly rationalizes why it would be good to get rid of Yellow Dog.
Instead, he opens his arms and motions for me to join, and then the three of us share a tight, long hug. We both stroke up and down her back while Sterling calms her with his gentle words.
“We can keep him. We’ll draw up some missing posters and say we put them up but never got a response, if we ever get asked about him. I doubt we will. He just needs to stay out of the limelight for a few weeks until people forget about that article, okay?”
She beams up at us. “We can keep him?”
He nods. “Sweetheart, if you wanted a pet zebra, I’d figure out a way to make it happen.”
I already knew that Bluebell adored Juniper and the Ellington sisters. But working Juniper’s booth with her has been eye-opening. Not only have Sterling and I been restocking her table as fast as possible, but we haven’t even gotten a word with our girl all day. She’s been talking to townspeople the entire time.
A few women brought her castor oil wraps for her back pain, one brought her a loaf of sweet bread while another hand-delivered flowers. Not a single person has passed by this table without buying jam and telling Juniper they missed her, and it feels good.
Finally, toward the end of the day, I spot her sisters lingering near the milk stand, their respective husbands in tow. Trace, Ivy’s husband, catches my eye and nudges his wife, and a moment later, the four of them head our way.
When they approach, Trace outstretches a hand to me. “Dash Foster, nice to meet you under circumstances where I’m not drunk and naked.”
I can’t help but chuckle at that, even though I probably shouldn’t. I’ve only met this guy a few times and each have been pretty interesting. Ivy’s got him on the straight and narrow now, though, that much is clear by the way he grips her hand tightly, his thumb stroking circles over it.
“You too. And, uhh.” I scratch at the back of my head, searching for the right words. I should have practiced this. I think that’s why there are scenes in movies where people talk to themselves in the mirror. I should have done that. “I just wanted to let you know that if you ever wanna grab a—” I pause a moment before lodging my boot down my throat, because Trace is now sober. “A donut,” I finish, causing us both to erupt in laughter. “Sorry, man, this is awkward,” I tell him as Ivy and Dolly chat quietly just two feet away. Trace tugs his wife’s hand, and she faces us, and so do Dolly and Hudson.
Sterling and Juniper finish up with their last customer and then it’s just the Ellington sisters and the men who fell madly in love with them.
Trace breaks the silence with a Cheshire grin. “Juniper, you kinky little thing, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
For that, he gets an elbow to his ribs from Ivy, and her boot to his foot. “Oww! Fuck, firecracker, that hurt!”
“Good! Don’t make this awkward.” Ivy looks between me and Sterling. “We’re going to be family.”
Trace rubs his arm. “Yeah, and family teases each other. And I gotta tell you, if I’m in a family with a throuple, I can’t just not make a joke now and again.”
Ivy faces him, her hand coming to her necklace where she fingers a tiny silver key. “You can choose how badly you want those jokes,” she says, her voice low and shrill as she eyes her husband.
Trace faces Juniper. “Sorry, Juniper,” he groans. “I didn’t mean to be insensitive and rude.” Ivy smiles at him as Juniper laughs.
“It’s fine. And anyway, we’re just like you guys except, there’s three of us instead of two. Being in love is being in love.” She shrugs and I’ve never felt more proud of her in my life. I was nervous to face Bluebell as a throuple, as a bisexual man in a relationship with a man and a woman, as a man with two others who wants to co-raise children together.
But her confidence reassures me. Makes me high, even.
After small talk with what will be my new family, we clean up the booth and eventually head inside Juniper’s place, the three of us worn out from such a perfect, successful day.
Before we eat or shower, we flop down on the bed, this time Sterling in the middle.
“I could use a nap. I don’t know how you do that every weekend, sweetheart. I’m exhausted,” Sterl says, fishing his fingers around in the covers until he’s hooked his pinkie around mine.
“Not too exhausted, I hope,” I say quietly, causing Juni to pop up on the bed, blinking down at us with excitement whirling in her pupils.
“Why?” she asks.
I sit up too, Sterling still laid out on his back between us. “I want the three of us to try something new tonight.”
Sterling’s eyes slide to mine. Our gazes idle. He may not be ready to take me, but I’m ready to have him. The thing is, I wanted Juniper at the same time, too. I clear my throat. “I want the three of us to unravel together in ways we never have.”
Sterl gazes at Juniper. “Start the shower, sounds like we’re about to get lucky.”
On the bed, on our backs, Sterling and I lie hip to hip with Juniper positioned between his legs, sucking on his cock. Every few minutes she crawls over, tucking herself between my legs to suck me, too.
“Tell me what you had in store for tonight,” she says as she moves from Sterling’s cock to mine. Something about her warm mouth on my dick rewires me, but knowing it was sucking Sterling’s length before me? Fucking hell. Not coming immediately feels like a feat of strength.
She bats her dark lashes at me, her blonde hair drying with body but still damp from our shower. “I was thinking of a Juniper sandwich,” I reply.
“With one of you in my ass and one in my pussy?” she asks, blinking.
Sterling grumbles. “Jesus, sweetheart, something about your sweet mouth saying such filthy things.” He grabs himself, stroking casually. “You’re a sexy thing, you know that?” he asks. Each tug of his hand sends his cockhead surging through his fleshy sheath and each time he releases, his crown disappears into his foreskin. A disorienting sight, but I maintain focus.
“I was thinking you and Sterling could both fuck me, at once,” I tell them, feeling nervous to float such an idea because Sterling and I haven’t done that yet. But after today, all I want is to feel surrounded by both of them in the most intimate way possible.
I’m getting mushy but I don’t care.
“You only have one hole though,” Juni says, reaching over to bat Sterling’s hand away. She jerks him, exposing his cockhead, and bends down to have a lick of the cream beading at the tip.
I can’t help but laugh. I love that we take something uncomfortable like first time sex and trying new positions and make it lighthearted. I think Sterling and I probably both need that right now.
“I was thinking that I could bottom for Sterling and you could ride me. That’s why it’d be a Juniper sandwich.” Sterling’s eyes hold mine as Juniper strokes him and I stroke myself. “With you in the middle, all of us fucking. I don’t know,” I say, hesitantly, “But it feels important that all of us are involved,” I explain, nerves creeping up my back.
Juniper reaches out, still jacking Sterl, and cups my face. “I love it so much.” She gazes down at Sterling. “How do you feel?”
His groan of approval has me on my feet, going for a towel and lube.
Juniper’s lips stretch over my skin, leaving tawdry kisses everywhere. My eyes stay closed as she trails her mouth over my abdomen, her tongue peeking out here and there. “You’re so sexy,” she murmurs, her palms traversing my chest as she takes a gentle bite of my flesh, lovingly. I love being on my back for them.
Sterling’s vast palms wrap my thighs as he kneads and massages me. I don’t think I’ll get used to having them touch me at once, and part of keeping my eyes closed is a defense tactic to help me last. If it feels this good with their hands and mouth on me sight unseen, sight may be a problem.
When he hooks his hands under my knees, I suck in a breath, all of my calm thoughts jumbling up in my mind. Pushing my legs back gently, his strong hands hold me that way as Juniper slides over me, pressing her tits against my chest. Finally, I open my eyes, finding her bright green ones glowing down on me, and behind her, Sterling’s hazel gaze, glued to me from his position behind Juniper, standing.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, amazed by the sight. Emotion surges through me, infecting every single part of me. I’m realizing now that maybe this is what sex should have always felt like. Exciting but deeply tethered to love and care, with passion and desire seeping into every movement.
Sterling strokes himself with lube and while I can’t see him do it, I can see his arm moving and that alone steals my breath. Juniper feeds me one of her breasts as she positions herself over my cock, letting my head press into her just slightly.
“Mmm,” she breathes, the scent of strawberries and sugar overwhelming me in the best ways. She pulls back, and I look between our chests at her flushed skin and the hard tips of her breasts. “As Sterling gives you some of himself, you give yourself to me, okay?” she asks, staring down at my lips before kissing me, only to push herself up slightly and twist, Sterling coming down to kiss her.
I nod against the pillow, tilting my hips off the mattress to sink farther into her while Sterling cups her throat, his tongue sweeping through her open mouth. Watching them make out is so fucking hot, I thrust my hips a little more, causing Juniper to giggle.
“Sterling,” she says, facing me as she slowly sinks herself onto the rest of my cock. “We have a greedy boy on our hands.”
Sterling’s strong hands sink into my hips as he works one, then two fingers in and out of me. It’s pressure and heat, burning, too. But it feels good. Him working me open feels good. A moment later, the broad, slick head of his cock presses into my ass. At first, I clench, but when he leans over Juniper, all her blonde hair pulled to the side with one of his hands, and whispers, “Relax, sweetheart,” it's over.
I nod, and grip the sheets around me as his eyes hold mine. Juniper writhes gently between us, testing my willpower, as Sterling slowly sinks into me.
“Are you okay, D?” he asks, pausing, his grip on my hips, possessive and powerful.
Juniper’s mouth finds mine, and I feed her my response between passionate kisses. “I’m okay, keep going, give me more.”
He moves slowly but doesn’t stop until he’s completely inside me. The pain I feel from stretching and fullness quickly turns to pleasure as Juniper moves up and down on my cock, gently riding me.
She reaches back, sluicing her fingers around Sterling’s cock where it joins with my body, feeling us both. With Sterling’s cock nudging my prostate, something I’ve never felt before, I’m already seeing stars, trying to wrap my head around how good it all feels.
“You both feel so good,” I pant, realizing I’m out of breath.
“If it hurts, you tell me and I’ll stop,” Sterling says, his tone thin. “Fuck, D, you are so tight. You feel so good.” He slowly fucks me, stroking in slow and deep. “Too good.”
“So good,” I mimic, wanting to grind down against him but the pressure of Juni’s sweet, warm cunt swallowing up my cock is too good. I lie beneath both of them, moaning, writhing, calling their names because it’s all I can do. And God does it feel good.
“Fuck me good, Juni. I’m gonna bust deep inside you,” I tell her, lifting my head off the pillow to take a bite of her soft shoulder. “God, Sterl,” I groan, “you feel so good, baby.”
Sterling’s possessive grip grows feral as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy. He strokes into me faster, making my ass throb in the best way. In my belly, pressure explodes, and heat spreads through me like electricity through a wire.
Sterling stills, and just as I reach up and twist my hand in Juniper’s hair, warning her I’m gonna come, Sterling comes.
“Gonna come inside you,” he moans, making my eyes slam shut again. It’s not what I expected, but when his cock starts pulsing, sending warm shots of cum deep inside me, my prostate contracts and my spine curls.
“Fuck, I’m coming again,” I groan, focusing on pushing my groin up, against Juniper’s in the best way possible.
“Mmm, breed our girl, D. Fill her full, fuck your cum deep in that pussy of ours, put a baby in her, fuck her good. That’s what you want, right, sweetheart? You want D to breed that cunt and make you swollen with our baby, hmm?”
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Juniper whines, collapsing onto my chest as her cunt seizes all around my cock, pulsing in rhythmic waves, milking every last drop from my cock as she gently bounces her hips on my groin. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming ,” she moans, riding a little faster as she chases her high.
A few moments later and Sterling gently withdraws from my body, warmth trickling out of me for a second before he presses a towel between my legs. Juniper slides off of me, leaving my sticky, cum-coated cock to rest against my belly.
As Sterling passes the cleanup towel to her and she begins swiping between her legs, I push up to my elbows, trying to regain consciousness after all of that fucking.
Caging me to the mattress, he places a palm on each side of my head, and blinks down at me, his soft cock swinging, the head brushing mine. “How are you doing?”
Having just binged them both, I tell him the truth. “I feel drunk and high, and really, really good.”
He laughs, studying my eyes for a second before surprising me with a kiss. Crawling down my body, he lowers his lips to my cock, kissing and licking me for a moment before he gets off the bed on his feet.
“You taste good. Like strawberries and summer,” he says, plucking two robes from the back of Juniper’s door as she digs around for pajamas.
After we get in cozy clothes, we head to the living room where Sterling starts the fire, Juniper makes popcorn, and I get us three glasses of Diet Coke. While the opening credits of our Netflix movie begin rolling, Sterling, who sits in the middle with Juniper and I on either side, announces, “I want to bottom next time.”
My cock grows hard between my legs. He’s ready.
I kick my foot. “I’m never gonna be able to focus on the movie,” I playfully whine, but I’m only halfway joking. Being inside of Sterling while he’s inside Juniper will be my world’s quickest orgasm, of that I’m sure.
Two hours later, I wake up pressed against Sterling’s chest, Juniper, too. Sterling holds a book out in front of him, the fireplace tossing glints of light over our tangled legs as he slowly turns a page.
I’m awake, but I close my eyes and stay still, basking in the reality of my life.