21. Kane
KANE
“I just can’t choose,” Abby says, helplessly shrugging her shoulders.
That makes me grin. “Now Lollipop, you know that when you’re with the three of us, you never have to choose.”
The corner of her mouth turns up, and she rewards me with a sweet, loving smile. “I know that. But there are just so many options on the menu.”
If we were back at Benjamin’s house naked and she was talking about sexual positions, we would just try them all until our girl fell asleep in our arms, because if we’ve learned anything in the last couple of weeks, it’s that with four of us, the possibilities are endless.
Delicious, hot as fucking hell, and deeply satisfying. All while making all four of us want even more.
But Abby is actually talking about a dinner menu.
“We’ll just order one of everything,” Benjamin says. “You know Dash will eat anything you don’t like or can’t finish.”
He presents it like it’s a practical solution, which it is.
Dash will finish whatever Abby doesn’t want.
But the truth is, Benjamin just wants to make Abby happy every minute of the day, like we all do, and his love language is giving her gifts.
If that means ordering her four entrees and three desserts, he won’t hesitate.
Dash chuckles. “I’ve got your back,” he assures Abby. “I won’t let anything go to waste, trust me.”
“You know that’s true,” I confirm.
Abby chuckles. “It is, isn’t it? Well, Benjamin, if you’re sure…”
“I’m one hundred percent sure.”
“Maybe I’ll try the applewood smoked whitefish dip, the deviled eggs with capers, and the chicken ballotine?”
I can already tell by the look on his face Dash isn’t exactly sure what anything other than the eggs are, but he’ll always choke down anything now that he’s committed himself to reassuring Abby that no food will go to waste.
We’re in a private dining car of a local train that does a two-hour trek up the shoreline and then reverses and comes back. It’s a dinner “ride on the rails” that Dash found and booked because Abby mentioned she wanted to see the fall foliage. He’s good about picking up on little things like that.
My suggestion was to take a walk in the woods behind Benjamin’s house, and we did that and she loved it. But Dash tucks information about Abby’s likes and wants away and does research and finds cool date nights.
He was going to buy just regular tickets but then Benjamin caught wind of it and of course, now we have a private car just for the four of us. Because, again, Benjamin likes to go big or go home with the gifts and gestures.
“That sounds amazing,” I encourage Abby.
“We’ll order the seared tuna with the olive tapenade as well,” Benjamin says. “Now that we’ve discovered you like seafood as much as I do.”
He loves that he can give her that. That he’s opened her world up to new experiences, new foods, a more luxe lifestyle.
Not that Abby cares about any of that. But she is enjoying new experiences. Her eyes lit up every time she discovers a new complex flavor, or sinks into a mountain of down pillows, or sits on the heated passenger seat in Benjamin’s car.
She’s touched the place setting several times already, admiring the silver, and bounced a little in her train car seat, delighted that it rotates back and forth on a swivel to afford a better view out of the windows.
I love watching her like this. Blooming for us. Opening up in every way possible.
“You’ll need prosecco too,” Benjamin says, studying the menu. “It will complement the whitefish dip, and I know how much you like it.”
This isn’t really my element. My collared shirt feels too tight around my neck and my dress shoes are doing a fucking number on my mangled feet. Skates have created callouses that do not fit well in special occasion footwear and they’re definitely not comfortable.
But I’d wear this or a tuxedo or whatever was required to make sure our girl has a fantastic night out on the town.
“Oooh,” Abby says. “I do love bubbles.” She giggles.
Yes, she means prosecco. But it’s also a reference to last night, when Dash carried her out of the bath covered in just a few bubbles and nothing else. I had the pleasure of towel drying her off, then getting her wet all over again.
Tonight she’s wearing a dress that Benjamin bought for her. It’s a pale pink and he called it a slip dress, whatever the hell that is. All I know is that it’s basically like a silk nightgown with thin straps that falls well above her knees. It’s a very tiny dress.
He gave her a blazer to wear over it because she’s not wearing a bra.
That was his requirement—no bra.
What has happened is that every time she moves, the soft fabric slides over her skin, teasing her nipples to firm peaks. I can see the outline of her breasts and sometimes, when she leans forward, I catch a glimpse right down the front of the dress.
The blazer is for public spaces. Here, in the private dining car, it’s just our very sexy girlfriend in a small, shifting, very sexy dress.
Benjamin drew the spot next to her tonight because we like to rotate, which means that motherfucker is going to have his hand up her dress at some point, stroking her to an orgasm in between courses.
“I love that dress, Lollipop,” I tell her. “I love you in that dress. Especially when you lean forward. I get a perfect view of those gorgeous tits.”
“I didn’t realize you could see down my dress,” she says, her cheeks turning pink in that way that I love so damn much.
We’ve learned with Abby it’s not from shyness. It’s arousal. She gets turned on by us so easily, it’s so incredible.
As is what she does now.
She intentionally leans forward, just to give me and Dash a glimpse of her bare breasts.
Dash growls. “Damn, girl. You are so sweet to show us your tits. Such a good girl wanting to please your men all the time.”
“Do I please you?” Abby asks. “That’s my favorite thing to do.”
My cock is instantly hard.
But it goes beyond that.
This is meant to be. She wants to please us, and we’ll move heaven and fucking earth for her.
This is real. This is the rest of our lives.
This is love.
And there is no reason not to say that.
Reaching across the table, I cover Abby’s hand with mine. “I love you, Abby,” I blurt out.
Abby sucks in her breath and her eyes widen.
“And Dash and Benjamin love you too,” I continue.
“Kane,” Benjamin says. He’s frowning at me.
“What? It’s true, isn’t it? Look me in the eye and deny that you’ve fallen in love with her.”
“I don’t deny it at all,” he says, firmly. He turns to Abby, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I love you, Abby. I’m absolutely in love with you. I just wish my idiot brother Kane would have let me say it first, all on my own.”
He has a valid point, but damn it, I can’t help myself.
“And you,” I say to Dash. “You love her too.”
Dash nods without hesitation. “I love Abby with all my heart.” He also makes eye contact with her. “I love you.”
It gives me a deep sense of satisfaction to hear my brother and my best friend’s agreement. They love Abby as deeply and fully as I do.
“I know I’m impulsive and I just blurt things out and I’m sorry if I spoke for you guys,” I say to them. “But it feels like we’re just hovering on the edge of something fucking incredible and I’m impatient and I want to be there now, with all of you.”
Abby is looking at me with soft eyes, her fingers entwining with mine.
“I love you too, Kane.” She turns to Benjamin and leans in to brush her lips over his.
“And I love you, Benjamin.” With her free hand she reaches out for Dash.
He meets her there, immediately, enclosing her hand with his. “I love you, Dash.”
My heart is so damn full right now.
“Then what are we doing? Let’s make this official.”
“These last three weeks have been the best weeks of my life,” Dash admits. “I don’t want to spend even one day without you, Abby. You’re everything to me.”
“Benjamin?” she asks, softly.
“I can’t live without you,” Benjamin says gruffly. “Don’t make me live without you.”
“Kane,” she says, and there is a touch of censure in her voice, but it’s laced with indulgent amusement. “Patience is a virtue.”
Fuck that.
“Then there is nothing virtuous about me because I want you, Lollipop. I want you with us, always. We all need to move into Benjamin’s house and spend every free minute we have just loving each other.”
“Our house,” Benjamin corrects. “It’s our house now.”
Abby doesn’t respond.
“I know you’re scared,” Dash says quietly. “I know you’re worried about moving too fast, about any of us getting hurt. You can keep your apartment if that makes you feel more secure.”
I get what he’s saying. I understand where Abby is coming from emotionally.
But I don’t get how holding our relationship at arm’s length is supposed to prevent anyone from getting hurt. It feels like just the opposite will happen.
“I do worry about that,” Abby agrees. “But I’ve decided I don’t care. I love each of you so much already. I can’t even imagine how this love can grow if we truly, fully commit to it.”
There are tears in her eyes and my heart swells.
She’s in. Abby is fully in.
“I want to find out,” she adds. “These last few weeks I have felt so safe, so cherished, so loved. I want to know what it’s like to wake up every morning cuddled up next to you and fall asleep each night in your arms. I want to spend my days pleasing each of you in every way that I can because you give so much to me. ”
My throat feels tight. “I had a great life before. One some people would be envious of. But now I have the perfect life. I get to build a future with my two best friends and the woman we all love.”
Benjamin kisses the side of Abby’s head. “Never knew what I needed until the second I saw you. Then everything made sense, Abby girl.”
Dash is grinning from ear to ear. “This is fucking awesome,” he says. “You’re never going to that apartment ever again.”
She gives a watery laugh. “But it’s such a nice apartment,” she teases. “Maybe just on weekends?”
“No,” we all groan.
The server enters the dining car right at that moment and comes over to take our order. I can tell he doesn’t quite understand our dynamic, but Benjamin takes charge and the server seems grateful to have only one person to focus on.
My brother orders everything he already mentioned plus an expensive bottle of champagne and a pavlova for dessert before dinner.
“Ooh, I love dessert before dinner,” Abby says.
“I know you do,” he says gruffly, wrapping his arm around her lower back. “And I love you.”
Convinced he’s figured out that Abby and Benjamin are the couple at the table, the server gives us a knowing smile and retreats back out of the car.
I know it’s going to be like this. But I want more tonight now that we’ve decided we’re all taking our relationship to the next level.
“Come here, Lollipop,” I tell, standing up and going around to her side of the table. “I want a kiss to seal the deal.”
When I take her hand, she stands up readily, every obedient and eager.
“I’d love a kiss,” she says, going up on her tiptoes to reach my height.
Our lips brush gently, then she sighs and opens for me eagerly. My tongue sweeps over hers as I grip her waist in that silky little nothing of a dress. Pressing her pussy against my hard cock, I take her mouth thoroughly until we’re both panting and grinding into each other.
Then I pull back and run my eyes over her. “God, you’re gorgeous. Now go give Dash some love, Lollipop.” I pull her around the table and then give her a firm swat on her tight little ass.
“Of course,” she breathes, and she drops down onto Dash’s lap.
He kisses her thoroughly, palming her ass.
I drop back into my seat as they break apart. Abby settles up against Dash, leaning her head against his shoulder to gaze out the window.
“I really love autumn,” Abby says, sighing in pleasure. “Look how amazing the view is. So pretty.”
“All three of your men only have eyes for you,” Benjamin tells her.
It’s true.