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“So don’t,” I encourage. “I want you, too. We both do.”
Patrick doesn’t need to be told twice; he pulls back just enough to get a condom on and add some lube before his thick cock is pressing inside of me, stretching my hole while Joey raises his hips to fuck himself on my dick as I try to adjust to Patrick.
I focus on my breathing and staying relaxed as he pushes in, and when he’s fully seated inside of me, his fingers dig into my hips. “Do I need to hold still, or can I fuck you both?”
“The second one,” I encourage, and then I basically hold on for the ride. Patrick thrusts into me, sending me further into Joey as he does, and each motion sends me closer and closer to the high of my release. Between the squeeze of Joey’s ass around my dick and the weight of Patrick at my back as he fucks me, I feel completely surrounded by them, and I absolutely love it.
Patrick snakes one hand around me and is able to wrap his hand around Joey’s leaking cock. It doesn’t take long before Joey’s crying out and his ass is squeezing me through his orgasm, sending me over the edge as well. Patrick continues to thrust into me as I ride out the high of my release. His movements eventually lose their rhythm as well, and he moans loudly as he comes inside of me.
We all attempt to catch our breath as we slowly break apart, and I drop onto the bed next to Joey. Patrick takes care of the condoms and returns with a warm washcloth to clean Joey and me up. I smile up at him. “Can we all get tested so we don’t need to bother with the condoms?”
“As soon as possible,” Patrick agrees.
“Absolutely.” Joey nods.
“Do you guys want to stay the night?” I ask. “I’ll still be pretty busy getting ready for the charity event the next few days, but I want to see you as much as I can.”
“Of course we want to stay,” Patrick confirms as he joins us on the bed.
“I know you’ll probably be busy during the event, but is that something we could go to?” Joey asks. “We could buy tickets. I’d love to support something you’ve obviously worked hard on and get to ring in the New Year all together.”
“I love the idea of you guys being there, and we’ve had a couple of cancellations, so we could probably add two seats at Tara’s table where I’ll be,” I answer as I think through the logistics before I remember how much the tickets actually cost. “But you really don’t need to do that, the tickets were thousands of dollars. It was a nice thought, though. I really appreciate it.”
Patrick gets out of bed and finds his pants, pulling his phone out of the pocket. He does something on it before looking back at me. “Kieran said he’ll pay for the tickets and asked if there was room for him and Jace to come too.”
“Um, yeah, I’m sure we could make that work, but that’s a lot of money. Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I promised him I’d stop taking credit for their relationship and said we’d be even if he did,” Patrick explains with a laugh.
“Jesus, Patrick.” Joey laughs.
I look over at Joey with a raised brow. “Do I even want to know why he takes credit for their marriage?”
He shakes his head. “Nah, but you should go back and watch Love Without Labels.”
“I think I have to,” I agree, smiling as I think of the future get-togethers they mentioned we’ll have with them.
I definitely wasn’t expecting to feel a part of this relationship so soon, but after spending the evening with their family, and now with them going to such lengths to spend time with and support me, it all feels more real.
Patrick climbs back into bed, we all cuddle, and the perfect way we all fit together seems to make something click in my mind.
This is what’s important, the time the three of us are sharing now. It doesn’t matter that they have more history together than they do with me, because they want us all to share the same future, and I want that too. More than anything.
“Thanks for coming over tonight and forcing me to talk about my feelings,” I whisper after we’ve been quiet for a few minutes.
“Thanks for being honest with what you were worried about,” Joey responds sleepily. “We’re really happy to be here.”
“And thanks for coming with us to Vermont,” Patrick adds.
I smile as I think about everything that’s changed since I ran into them at Joey’s work party. “Best decision I ever made.”
EPILOGUE
ONE YEAR LATER
“Ican’t believe you practiced at Tara’s,” I mutter to Scotty again. “What happened to radical honesty?”
He laughs. “Come on, you love surprises. After almost a year, I know the difference. And I wanted a real shot this time. Clearly my practice paid off; I might actually win!”
