Ghost
"Not now,” Buck grumbled.
"Hey,” he breathed, smiling up at them both. Wren immediately smacked his chest. "Ouch."
"It’ll be fine,” he lied. Buck looked murderous again, and the little girl started crying.
He turned his head and forgot about the pain entirely when he saw Wren sitting beside the bed, asleep. She had one hand wrapped around his wrist like she'd been holding onto him all night—like she was afraid to let go, and something inside him softened immediately.
"You staring at her again?" Ghost looked toward the doorway and found Buck leaning against the frame, holding two coffees. His guy looked tired, but he was alive too, and that was all that mattered.
Ghost grinned. "Maybe." Buck's expression softened as he looked at Wren, and neither man spoke for a moment. They just watched her. She was the woman who'd somehow walked into their lives and changed everything.
Wren stirred a second later and opened her eyes. Relief flooded her face the instant she saw Ghost awake, and then she was out of the chair and hugging him carefully. "You scared me."
Ghost wrapped an arm around her. "Sorry, sweetheart."
"No, you're not,” she mumbled against his chest.
"Fair,” he agreed.
Buck laughed, and Wren turned immediately to stare him down. "And you." Buck actually looked nervous, and Ghost enjoyed that far more than he should have. "You ran into a burning building."
"There was a kid in there,” he defended.
"I’m starting to believe that there will always be an excuse with you two,” she said. Neither man argued because she was right.
Wren's eyes filled with tears as the fear she'd been carrying finally surfaced. "I thought I lost both of you." The room went silent, and Buck crossed the room and pulled her into his arms. Ghost reached for her hand, holding it in his own, grounding himself.
"I love you," Wren whispered. The words settled over all three of them. Buck closed his eyes briefly, and Ghost felt his chest tighten—not from pain, but from hope. It was the kind he had stopped believing in years ago.
"I love you too," Buck said quietly.
Ghost smiled. "Yeah, sweetheart. Me too." Wren laughed through her tears as she looked between them, as though she was seeing the future sitting right in front of her. Not just her and Buck, or her and Ghost, but all three of them—together.
Buck brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and Ghost squeezed her hand.
For the first time, none of them pulled away from what they felt.
Wren leaned in to kiss Buck first and then Ghost. All three of them found themselves laughing softly at how awkward and perfect it felt.
Ghost knew that there would be no more hiding or pretending that this wasn’t real.
It was love and the promise of something worth fighting for.
Ghost watched as Wren climbed onto Buck’s lap, straddling him, while wearing only his T-shirt, and he was pretty sure that it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
He had been with men and women before. Hell, he had been a part of many threesomes before, but this felt different.
This felt like it was something real—something worth holding onto with both hands.
Wren smiled back at him, and he knew that she was going to give him trouble. She climbed across the bed, straddling his big body as she leaned over to kiss him. “Fuck,” Buck cursed. “That’s so hot.”
Ghost looked over at him and smiled as he wrapped his arms around Wren, holding her down against his body. She felt right there, and he knew that letting her go was going to be impossible now. They had crossed the line of no return. He just hoped like hell that Wren and Buck felt the same way.
“We doing this?” he asked.
Buck rolled his eyes and smiled down at him. “You have such a way with sweet-talking, Ghost,” he teased.
“Yeah, you should know me well enough by now to know that I don’t fool around with that bullshit. I’m a cut-to-the-chase kind of guy.”
He saw a flash of concern cross Buck’s face, and he knew what he was going to ask him next. “You feel okay?” Buck asked. “Are you sure that you’re up for this?” he asked.
He knew better than to complain about the throbbing pain in his shoulder because he’d end up with blue balls if he did. “I’m sure,” he lied. Wren looked almost giddy when Buck leaned down to kiss Ghost’s lips.
“You’re a horrible fucking liar,” Buck said.
Ghost couldn’t help his smile. “How did you know?”
“Your fucking shoulder must be screaming at you, but if you’re sure about this—” Buck said.
“I want this,” Ghost said, if you two are on board.”
“I am,” Wren almost squealed. “But I’m not sure how this is going to work.”
“Well, it works however we want it to work, sweetheart,” Ghost said.
“I want to watch you both—you know, together,” she squeaked. Buck smiled and pulled her from Ghost to sit back on his lap. Ghost wanted to protest, but knew that sharing was going to have to be something that he got used to if this was going to work between the three of them.
“I think that we can give you quite a show, baby,” Buck promised. He pulled her down for a hard, crushing kiss, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding herself on his lap. God, Ghost felt like he was going to combust just watching the two of them together.
“But we’re going to have to be careful with our guy,” Buck said after he broke the kiss with Wren.
He leaned over, putting Wren between their bodies, and kissed Ghost. Buck took his time with him, and when he finally turned his attention back to Wren, Ghost felt way too warm and completely turned on.
He wrapped his hand in Wren’s long hair and tugged lightly as she leaned down to kiss him. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbled against her lips.
Wren framed his face with her hands. “You are too, Ghost.” No one had ever said anything like that to him before, and hearing her say those words to him nearly undid him.
Buck trapped her between the two of them and grabbed Ghost’s face with his big hand. “She’s right,” Buck said. “You are pretty.” Ghost chuckled as he pulled Buck down to kiss him.
“You’re an ass,” Ghost grumbled.
“But I’m your ass,” Buck countered.
“Yeah,” Ghost said, not able to rid himself of the grin on his face. “Let’s get our woman naked and make her shout out our names a few times,” he said.
Wren gifted them with her shy smile as they slid the t-shirt up over her head and let it fall to the bed beside them. She was completely bare and so fucking beautiful.
“I’m afraid that I’m not going to be much use,” Ghost said, nodding to his shoulder.
“I think we can work around that,” Buck said. “Slide up his body, honey, and sit on his fucking face. Let him eat your pussy.”
“What?” Wren asked.
“You heard him,” Ghost growled. He was drooling just thinking about how good she was going to taste as she rode his mouth.
“I need to taste you.” She shyly slid up his body, letting him feel how wet she already was for them, and when she sat herself on his mouth, he grabbed handfuls of her ass with his good hand.
He ate her while Buck watched, and damn if that didn’t turn him inside out with need.
Buck suck Wren’s nipples into his mouth as he kissed his way down her body, and when he settled between Ghost’s legs, he nearly bucked off the fucking bed.
“What are you doing?” Ghost asked.
“I’m going to take care of you while you’re taking care of our girl,” Buck said, flashing his wolfish grin. Ghost growled out his breath when Buck grabbed his erection, jerking him off in his big hand. And when he wrapped his fucking mouth around Ghost’s cock, he couldn’t help but moan.
Ghost tried to concentrate on Wren and getting her off, but everything that Buck was doing to him was enough to have him blowing his wad before they even got started. “Fuck,” Ghost growled when Buck sucked him to the back of his throat. “That’s so fucking good.”
Wren whimpered above him, and he could tell that she was on edge, just waiting for him to finish her off.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he said. Ghost dug his hand into her fleshy ass as he flicked his tongue over her clit.
Wren rode his mouth with a new fever, and when she found her release, she shouted out his name.
Ghost felt something akin to satisfaction when she smiled down at him, and damn if he didn’t lose another little piece of his heart to the woman.
Buck seemed to take Ghost finding his release as a personal vendetta. He worked him in and out of his mouth, and when Ghost couldn’t take any more, he tried to pull free from Buck’s mouth, but his guy wasn’t having it.
“I’m going to come,” Ghost shouted.
“Good,” Buck said around his cock. He pumped Ghost’s dick in and out of his hot mouth until he was coming in hot ropes down his throat. Wren sat on the bed next to him, watching the whole thing, and he was amazed at how normal the whole scene felt.
“You like watching me swallow Ghost’s release?” he asked.
“I did,” she almost whispered.
“Come here,” Buck ordered. Ghost watched as Wren shimmied her way down the bed to Buck, doing exactly what he asked her to do. He laid her back against the mattress, and Ghost leaned over to gently kiss her lips, knowing that she’d be able to taste herself on him.
“I’m going to fuck you, baby,” Buck said. “You good with that?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.” Ghost liked hearing her beg. It was hot, and he couldn’t wait for his fucking shoulder to heal so he’d be able to hear her begging for him to take her.
Buck let his gym shorts drop to the floor as he pulled Wren down to meet his cock.
He stood on the edge of the bed, plunging balls deep into their woman as she cried out his name.
Ghost tilted her head up to meet his gaze, loving the way that she watched him while Buck fucked her.
She was so fucking hot and all theirs. That thought did wicked things to his head.
“I love you,” she whimpered to Ghost. “Both of you,” she said, looking back at Buck.
“Love you too, sweetheart,” Ghost breathed.
“Love you both,” Buck said as he pumped into Wren’s pussy, setting a punishing pace. “I’m not going to last,” he said. “Get her off, Ghost,” he ordered. God, he loved his bossy man.
Ghost snaked his good hand down her body and ran the pad of his thumb over her clit, making Wren moan out his name.
Every time she said his name, it felt like he was coming home.
Being with the two of them felt like his home now, and that wasn’t something he’d take for granted again—ever.
He was done hiding his feelings for Buck and done running from happiness.
He and Wren both belonged to Buck now, and that wasn’t something that he’d ever change.
Ghost watched as Buck lost himself inside of Wren, and all Ghost could think about was doing the same. He wanted them both—all of them- and he knew that getting his fill of them would never happen.
The three of them collapsed onto the bed together, a tangled mesh of arms and legs, and it was perfect.
Snow fell outside the clubhouse, and the war finally seemed to be over.
The three of them curled together beneath a pile of blankets.
Ghost's injured shoulder kept him mostly pinned in place as Wren tucked herself against his good side.
Buck settled close enough so that Ghost could feel his steady heartbeat.
Ghost hadn't believed in happy endings, not for men like him, but lying there between the two people he loved most, listening to their breathing slowly even out as sleep claimed them, he started to wonder if maybe he'd been wrong.
Maybe this wasn't the end of the story. Maybe it was the beginning, and that gave him more hope than he had had in a damn long time.