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  Fiona raised onto her elbows and watched them. Watched them fucking her.

  “We should tie her to the bed some weekend and play with her pussy all afternoon,” Matt suggested.

  “And her ass,” Travis said roughly. “Don’t forget I want that ass.”

  “I haven’t fucked her ass yet, but she takes a finger well.”

  “I’ll buy her a plug tomorrow. She’ll need it if she’s going to take our cocks.”

  She growled and Travis laughed, sliding his finger from her hot sheath.

  He loomed over her again. With his hand beneath her chin, he forced her to look at him. “He wasn’t exaggerating about how beautiful you are.” He kissed her. “I am giving Matt all the honors this time, because I want to watch you fly apart in my arms. Okay?”

  She breathed raggedly, so close to the edge already. She nodded, and Travis grinned. He looked over his shoulder. “Make our girl fly.”

  Matt smiled and returned to the feast presented to him. He sucked on her clit as he slid two fingers back inside her, curling them to find her sweet spot. And that’s all it took to make her come, clamping down as she did so hard on his fingers he thought she’d break them. He continued to stroke her through to the other side of her orgasm.

  Matt licked his fingers clean as Travis helped her sit back up. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” He grinned.

  “Now that’s enough from the both of you,” she scolded as set her clothes to rights. “Next you’ll be high-fiving each other.” They shook their heads, then fist-bumped when they thought she wasn’t looking. She whirled on Matt. “You are going to wash those pots from last night. They’ve been soaking long enough. ” She turned to Travis. “And you are coming with me to pick up pizza.”

  She looked around for her panties, not seeing them. She stomped her foot. “Just as soon as I go put on underwear.”

  * * * * *

  Dino’s pizza was just down the street. The crust was thin, the sauce was spicy, and it was by far their favorite takeout location. Fiona slipped her hand in Travis’ on the walk. It seemed the right thing to do, considering he’d just been half responsible for her orgasm, and she was pretty sure she going to ask him to stay the night with them.

  Whether anything happened tonight, or not, was a different story. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that yet, she kept telling herself. Then the devil on her shoulder said, Screw ready, just do him. It was very tempting.

  “Hey Fletcher,” a strong voice called from the other side of the street. They turned in time to watch two young men dash across the road.

  “Sorry about this,” Travis apologized before they got close. “Hey guys,” he said clapping hands with them. “Didn’t expect to see you guys in this neighborhood.”

  “My girlfriend works at Boomerangs.” Jones nodded to the bar and grill across the street. “We were just waiting to pick her up.”

  “Cool, yeah.” He looked at Fiona and remembered to introduce her. “Fiona this is Constables Troy and Jones. I work with them.”

  As if she wouldn’t have been able to guess from the word constable. “Nice to meet you both.” They each shook her hand.

  “Well, this is great,” Troy said. “My wife was fixing to set you up with one of the teachers she works with but now I can tell her she doesn’t have to worry.”

  “No,” Travis agreed. “No need to worry about me.”

  “So would you two like to join us,” Troy continued. “We are just going to wait for Lisa to finish work then head back to our place. We have steaks.”

  Travis faltered, and looked at Fiona for a reasonable excuse. She jumped in. “Oh, gosh, you know we’d love to sometime, sure, but we were grabbing a pizza and heading back home. With Travis just off nights we are all set to binge-watch the Amazing Race.”

  The men seemed to understand the need for some alone time but made Fletcher promise to bring Fiona by the next time the unit got together. After that their walk was much more subdued.

  * * * * *

  “What’s wrong?” Matt asked as soon as they walked back in with the pizza.

  Fiona sighed, unsurprised that Matt had picked up on his friend’s suddenly sullen mood.

  Trav shrugged and carried the pizzas into the kitchen. Fiona tossed her keys on the sideboard and turned to Matt. “We ran into some of his work colleagues. They think I’m his girlfriend.”

  Matt sighed and followed Travis and Fi into the kitchen. “And this is a problem because?”

  “She’s not my girlfriend.”

  “If you need her to be your girlfriend, I don’t see the problem.”

  “So we will just continue to have two sets of friends. One who see her as yours and the other who sees her as mine?” Travis argued.

  Fiona knew this would happen one day. That one of them would start to see the whole heap of trouble this sort of arrangement meant. She hadn’t wanted to think about it herself, but she couldn’t just wish it away. Questions would arise. She had just hoped they would have a few more weeks and a few more good times behind them.

  “Why does she have to belong to either one of us? We are all just together,” Matt offered.

  Travis shook his head. “Yeah, that’s the way to have a long-term relationship.”

  “Guys, as I said, we don’t have to solve this tonight,” she coaxed, pulling out plates and opening the pizza boxes. “It’s fucked up, and Matt will get to that realization shortly.” She passed them both a beer. “In the meantime, let’s just eat our pizza and watch Amazing Race.”

  Travis looked crushed. “You were serious about watching that? I thought you were joking?”

  “I never joke about the Race. Now get your pizza.” She turned and grabbed her plate and a can of Coke and padded back out to the living room.

  “I thought you said she was perfect?” Travis complained.

  “I can hear you,” she called.

  “She has one or two flaws.” They grabbed their pizza and trailed after her into the living room.

  Chapter Four

  Fiona was used to being the first one to wake up in the morning. She was a lifelong early bird, much to her parents’ regret. She was always up at six a.m. Weekends. Holidays. No exception.

  So being awakened this morning by a hand snaking down her hip and thigh was surprising, but not unpleasant. Someone else was an early bird.

  She was cuddled in the curve of Matt’s shoulder. One leg draped over his thigh. The usual way she woke up in the morning. Feigning sleep, she shifted her leg a little higher, turning toward Matt and giving Travis unimpeded access to her core.

  He chuckled behind her. “I know you are awake,” he whispered, as his fingers traced the seam of her ass.

  She smiled, but her only response was the catch in her breath as his hand cupped her sex. One long finger sliding between her folds to caress her clit.

  “I think I should wake you up every morning this way.”

  She shifted restlessly beneath him. She was getting wet, allowing him to tease her harder, faster.

  They had convinced Travis to stay last night, to share their bed, but they hadn’t done anything but say good night. Having him wake up with a hard-on was definitely a benefit to the sleepover.

  He let her know with his fingers what he wanted to do. He slid two inside her, twisting them, scissoring them. Stretching her for his hard cock. She cried out as pleasure rushed through her, and her hand flexed instinctively on Matt’s chest.

  Matt suddenly twisted his hand in her hair and pulled her up for a kiss as she came on Travis’ fingers. Matt smothered her moan, trapping her face in his hands and kissing her hungrily. She sighed into his mouth and her body melted against Matt.

  Travis slid his fingers from her heated channel and from the corner of her eye she saw him strip off his briefs. An unspoken agreement passed between Matt and Travis. Travis grinned and was suddenly wrapping an arm beneath her hips and pulling her on her knees as Matt scooched up the bed to lean against the headboar
d. His cock was already hard as he kicked off his boxers and spread his legs.

  “You see what you squirming all over me does?” Matt asked Fiona as he jacked his cock in his hands. “The feel of you grinding your pussy against my leg, your knee teasing my balls. This is what you get for that.”

  “If that’s my punishment, I will take it.” She laughed, looking up at him through the tangled mass of her hair. She flipped it back over her shoulder as she crawled between his legs.

  The loud crack of Travis’ hand against her ass took them both by surprise. She saw Matt raise a brow in question at Travis, even as she instinctively stretched cat-like back toward Travis.

  Travis spanked her again. “That’s your reward, sweetheart.” He had grabbed a condom from the nightstand and now she felt his cock bumping against her pussy. “This is your punishment.”

  He sank inside her, hard and fast, taking her breath away. His cock was thicker than Matt’s and he stretched her wide, hitting nerve endings never tested before.

  “Fuck.” She cursed under her breath, hot tears stinging her eyes. It hurt but she was pressing back toward him. Needing more as the slow burn burst into pleasure.

  Matt stared at them with a mix of awe and lust. He had one hand wrapped around his cock while the other pressed down on his balls, trying to force back the orgasm she knew he needed. The head was already wet with his own arousal.

  “Look how turned-on he is to see you fucked.” Travis groaned, burying himself deep inside her. “He can barely contain himself.”

  She growled in agreement and rolled her hips against him.

  “Suck him, sweetheart. Let him come in your hot mouth.”

  She didn’t need Travis’ hand on the back of her neck to push her down onto Matt’s pulsing erection. She couldn’t remember being so hungry for a cock, and she loved deep-throating Matt. She wrapped her lips around his head, her tongue sliding along the corona before taking him deep.

  “I’m not going to fucking last in her mouth.” Matt growled, wrapping his hand in her hair. It sounded desperate, in a way she had never heard before, and it gave her a ripple of pleasure to know she could do that to him.

  “You want me to go fast or slow.” Travis rumbled behind her. He was seated deep inside her but she knew he wouldn’t move if that was what Matt wanted.

  “You go slow.” Matt told him, and Fi hummed her approval along his length. “After I come, I want to help prepare our girl to take the two of us.”

  Their conversation was a haze to Fiona, who concentrated on Matt’s iron-hard erection. She could tell he was close. Could feel the little vibrations beginning at the base of his cock. She flattened her lips over her teeth and squeezed. Matt’s hips bucked off the bed with the force of his orgasm. His fist pulled on her hair as jets of hot cum sprayed against the back of her throat. She swallowed convulsively, taking all he had to give her.

  His spent cock slid from her lips as he pulled her up by the shoulders and kissed her. “That was fucking amazing.” His eyes were wide and excited. His cock, still hard, bobbed in front of him. He rolled to his nightstand and grabbed a small tube of lube. “Now we make it amazing for you.”

  Fiona didn’t have time to ask what he meant by that as Travis began moving in earnest inside her. She felt his balls slapping against her clit, beating a steady tattoo against her. She bent her head lower, resting on her hands as Travis plowed into her.

  Matt knelt next to Travis, awed at how stretched Fi was around his friend’s thick cock.

  “If you think I have the patience of Job, you’re be wrong.” Travis reminded him. Matt was kneeling next to him, watching as he stretched Fiona with his thick cock. Between the tight clamping of Fi’s pussy and the enraptured look on Matt’s face, Travis knew he wouldn’t last long.

  Matt roused from his reverie and dribbled the lubricant against her tight rosebud. It slid down to coat the base of Travis’ cock, and Travis sighed at the relief. The moisture took the edge off a bit while Matt played.

  He watched as Matt coated his fingers in the thick liquid. A desperate moan escaped Fiona’s lips as Matt began circling a finger around the delicate opening. He slid a finger inside and was rewarded when both Fiona and Travis hissed. He pumped his finger a few times in rhythm to Travis’ own attack and retreat, then added a second finger.

  Fiona’s pussy clamped down on him as the pleasure-pain of Matt’s double-digit exploration crested. Travis held her hips hard when she would fuck herself back against him, and he forced himself to hold still as she pulsed around him. He wasn’t going to let it end this soon. The brutal ecstasy they would soon bring her would eclipse this.

  As her contractions ended, Travis began thrusting his hips. She was so tight around him, it wasn’t easy. He grabbed her hips and forced her back onto his cock. “Just do it already, man,” he begged Matt.

  On the outstroke, Matt grinned and dripped more lube on Travis’ aching cock. Then a bit more on his own fingers. As Travis slammed into her, Matt slid a third finger into her tight ass.

  She growled at them over her shoulder, but she didn’t tell them to stop. Travis pulled Fi back to him, feeling Matt’s fingers pump into her roughly between them.

  He couldn’t hold off. Fi was whimpering in his arms, begging them to fuck her harder even as she came again. He canted his hips and lifted her against him. He bucked into her once, twice, and on the third stroke he was coming hard. The ragged shout surprised him because it was his own.

  He held her in his arms, his breath uneven. Matt slid his hand from between them and bounced off the bed toward the bathroom. Travis heard him running water, and then saw him coming back with a washcloth.

  Travis carefully collapsed to the side, cradling Fiona as he withdrew from her sweat-slick body. He switched places with Matt as he gently wiped the lubricant and her juices from her ass and thighs, and Travis went to dispose of the condom.

  As they settled in beside her on the bed, Fiona stretched. “That was a great way to wake up. What time is it?”

  Travis glanced at the clock. “Five-thirty.”

  “In the morning! Are you insane?” Matt complained, throwing a pillow at Travis’ head.

  “You weren’t complaining fifteen minutes ago,” Travis reminded him.

  “I was thinking with the wrong head fifteen minutes ago.”

  Fiona pulled a pillow over her face, as they bickered across her body.

  Chapter Five

  They thought he was being naïve. Matt shook his head, because they were right. He was naïve. He had never meant to fall for his best friend. He couldn’t imagine life without Travis. And when he’d finally managed to let him go, he had found Fiona.

  And he wanted to shout from the rooftops how much he loved her. It was true and it was strong, but when he thought of just her and him, it didn’t feel right. No more right than thinking of just him and Travis. As much as he loved them both, it was together that it worked for him.

  He sighed. He may be naïve, but he knew the sacrifices he was willing to make. His clients didn’t care who he dated. His reputation wouldn’t suffer. Theirs would.

  He had already made up his mind to take a backseat. Be the best friend, the third wheel. He didn’t care who knew the truth. He could live happily just knowing that at home, when the door was closed at the end of the day, it was the three of them.

  “You should take Travis,” he said finally.

  Fiona looked up from the fresh mushrooms she was slicing. “What?”

  He cleared his throat. “To the staff party this weekend. It would establish him as your boyfriend.”

  Fiona put down the knife. “I don’t want to establish him as my boyfriend.”

  Matt looked hurt. “I thought you were good with this situation.”

  “I am. I mean. I care about Travis.” He could tell she was trying to choose her words carefully. “I may even love him, but I thought I was…” She shook her head and he saw tears beginning to slide down her cheeks. “Fuck it. I’
m going for a walk.”

  She stormed out of the kitchen before Matt could stop her. He ran his hands back through his hair.

  “What gave Fiona a face like thunder?” Travis asked as he walked into the kitchen, still pulling on his shirt. He was just coming off nights and this was his first dinner at home in five days.

  “I fucked up.” Matt grimaced.

  “What?”

  “I thought…” He leaned his head into his hand, a sudden headache pounding behind his eyes. “I’m sorry. I thought this was working. I thought she was falling in love with you. I shouldn’t have pushed.”

  Travis poured a glass of pineapple juice, his expression grim. “What did you do?”

  “She has a big work party coming up. I suggested she take you as her boyfriend.”

  “Is that really what you want?”

  Matt didn’t like the look in Travis’ eyes, or the set of his jaw.

  “Yes.” Matt returned his hard gaze.

  Travis’ brows knit together in the middle as if to ask Really?

  “No. Fuck it, Trav, I love you both but I won’t let this hurt either one of you.”

  “And your solution is that you play the asexual best friend who sponges off us for the rest of his life?”

  “It could work,” Matt grumbled. “You are always saying I’m naïve thinking that this isn’t going to have consequences. I’m not. I get that. Forgive me for wanting to protect you both.”

  “She was right to storm out.” Travis put down the glass of juice and crossed the kitchen, backing Matt up against the counter. Matt pressed his hands to Travis’ chest, but Travis ignored him, pressing his hands to either side of Matt’s face, forcing him to look at him.

  “You don’t get to make unilateral decisions for us. You don’t get to make the sacrifices. Don’t you get it? This works when we love each other, not when we pretend.”