With one hand pulling back on Nate’s shoulder to keep him raised from me, Rex’s other large hand reached around to fist Nate’s long cock, stroking him in rhythm to his own thrusts into Nate’s backside. “Fuck,” Nate howled as he came, the creamy seed coating my chest.
“Lick it up,” Rex growled. Nate’s hungry tongue lapped at my breasts as Rex exploded in orgasm, collapsing over Nate’s back in a sexual dog-pile of the three of us, exhausted, our hearts and bodies wondrously wrapped together as one.
“Why can’t I go with you?” Rex was dressing to go into the city. It had been two weeks since we’d been to Bogotá for the weekend, and we’d had so much fun I yearned to go back. The memory of Rex inside of Nate for the first time that weekend was still my favorite fantasy, even though since that night they’d been together in that way several times.
He finished buttoning up a dark linen shirt. He’d given up his trademark black t-shirts in favor of button ups to go over the wound dressings. Now, he was fully healed and back to wearing his soft t-shirts—except for today. “Penny,” he turned toward me and took me into his arms, “I know you’re going stir crazy cooped up here. I promise we’ll go into the city again next week, okay? The three of us. But today…I need to go alone because I’m working on a surprise.” I nuzzled up toward his neck, standing on my tiptoes to reach him. “I love surprises,” I said before planting a kiss as high as I could reach.
“Good. Behave, and I should be able to show you tonight.”
“I will. Nate’s supposed to teach me that funky pressure point stuff and some other defense thing.”
“Oh shit, I’m in trouble,” he teased, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine.
“I love you.” I missed him already.
“I love you more than anything, baby.”
The new driver, Samuel, interrupted our kiss, and with a quick wave, Rex was gone.
By the time he came home, it was dark. Nate and I were cuddled up on the sofa in the living room, marathon watching our favorite Netflix shows. Rex knelt down in front of us, blocking the blue glow of the television screen. “I need to talk to the two of you,” he said, his face somber. My heart froze as we followed him to the kitchen, where he flicked on the overhead light. “Sit,” he commanded, pointing to the bar stools.
“Okay, this won’t be easy for me,” he paced in front of us. “I don’t do mush, but I need to get this out.” We both nodded, Nate’s hand reaching for mine.
Rex began to slowly unbutton his shirt. “So these unfortunate bullet holes pretty much fucked up my artwork, as you know. So, I went to my tattoo gal today and got some patchwork done.”
“Did you get Evelyn’s name removed?” After the shooting, I nagged him to get her name taken off and also to stop wearing his gold wedding band. All I managed to get out of him was, “Let me think about it.”
He took a deep breath. “No, Princess. I’ve thought about it, but let me explain. The ring,” he held up his right hand, “I had it resized today to wear on this finger. Maybe someday I’ll wear a different one on my left ring finger,” he shot us both a warm grin. “But, the ring is a big part of my past, and it’s a good reminder to me to never, ever let love come last again. As far as the tattoos, this is the story of my life,” he dropped the shirt to the ground. “The good and the bad, they are all lessons to me. I did, however, make an addition today.” My eyes went to the bandage across his midsection, just above the Trust tattoo. With a slight grimace he pulled it off. It was red, wrapped it some sort of cellophane looking tape, but we were there. I blinked hard to try to see through the fountain of tears that clouded my eyes.
“I can’t believe it,” I whispered in awe.
“It has to heal, it’ll look better, don’t worry…”
Nate was frozen in his seat, his hand gripping mine so tightly I was losing circulation. “You didn’t have to…I mean you already…for me…” Nate couldn’t put words together. He gulped and managed to get out, “I never thought you’d do that for me.”
I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand. In the same script as the word Trust, Penelope and Nathaniel were intertwined with the Roman numeral for three. “It’s beautiful, thank you.” He walked toward us. “You’re so damn sappy—I’ll be bitching tomorrow about how badly it itches—such fucking long names.” Nate pulled me up from my stool and we fell into Rex, who gave an overly dramatic, “Ow!” as we selfishly examined the fresh tattoo.
“Thank you,” Nate whispered, his fingers tracing the letters of his name as Rex winced.
I placed a palm on each man’s cheek. “You two complete me,” I said, the words cliché, but I meant them. Nate’s lips fell onto mine, the comforting embrace of Rex’s arms wrapped around us both. Nate and I broke our kiss when Rex spoke. “I love you both more than life,” he said as his deep blue eyes misted over.
Rex leaned in, lowering his quivering lips to mine. I loved him so much at that moment that I could barely focus. He kissed me, warm and loving, for what felt like forever—I never wanted his lips to leave mine. When we parted, he gave me a warm smile before turning his loving gaze to Nate. Despite the sexual closeness they’d discovered, Rex had yet to kiss Nate the way he kissed me. I expected him to maybe say something to Nate, possibly give him a hair ruffle or a peck on the forehead, but what happened next caused tears to pour down my cheeks. Rex kissed him—long, intimate, and without reserve. Kissing both men was spiritual for me, but seeing them kiss each other—hard jaws, scruffy five-o-clock shadows, strong lips melding together bound us as three in ways I could never have imagined.
After the kiss, Rex held up left his hand, three fingers splayed out at us. “Three,” he said. “We are three. I love you both.”
I reached up three fingers and held them to Rex’s. “Three, I love you both,” I repeated.
Nate gulped hard before holding up three fingers from his left hand to ours and repeated the words that I knew would become an oath between us for the rest of our lives—“Three, I love you both.” A joyous tear slid down my cheek as nine fingers intertwined in an unbreakable bond that exists to this day. Love finds a way to thrive—defying all labels, crashing through all boundaries, forgiving and mending the pain of the past.
We are three, and we love each other. Nothing else matters—we have found our own version of true love, and for the three of us, it’s perfect.
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