Tymber Dalton - Stoneface

Tim pulled her into his lap. “See? This is good.”

Exhausted mentally and emotionally, she nodded as she let him hold her close. “Yeah.”

When Jack returned a few minutes later, he gathered up the photo albums with a wistful look on his face. Instead of returning them to wherever he’d stored them, he made room for them on a shelf holding other photo albums.

Then he turned to them. “You were right,” he admitted to her. “Part of me does still love him. I miss him and I love him, but you two are my life. I quit being ‘in love’ with Pete a long time ago. Even though I know the full story now, that doesn’t change the fact that I love Tim, and I love you. Pete was part of my past. You two are my future.”

Tim kissed her. “See? I told you so.”

Gwen led the way to the bedroom.

Their bedroom.

Jack stood in front of her as Tim pressed against her back. “I love you, babe,” Jack said. “For who you are.”

She smiled. “I know. I believe you.”

“Oh, good. Does that mean I don’t have to flatten the tires on the RV?” Tim teased.

“Touch that RV, and I’ll beat you,” she joked back.

“Don’t worry,” Jack assured him. “I promise I won’t screw up like that again.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “And I promise I won’t screw up like that again, either.”

They quickly ended up in bed. Jack stared into her eyes, melting her soul in the process. She did believe him. She was willing to put herself out there and trust him the way she trusted Tim. To be honest, she’d known Tim longer than she’d known Jack. It was natural for her to have that easier relationship with him.

Jack was more than worth it, in her mind. “I think I need a good fucking from you, Detective Kelly,” she joked.

“Mmm. I think you do, too.” He crushed her lips with his. Heat flared deep within her as her world shrunk to encompass nothing outside the feeling of his hot flesh pressed against hers and Tim curled next to both of them, kissing any available flesh he could get his lips on.

“I second that motion,” Tim said, handing Jack a condom.

Jack smiled, further incinerating any remaining doubts. During one of their talks, Tim had confided in her that Jack had never looked as happy as he did when the three of them were together. Now, she could clearly see that. His smile held an easy, happy feeling.

She felt moisture pooling inside her pussy. Her clit throbbed, wanting to feel his hot shaft stroking inside her.

He pressed the head of his cock against her cunt. “You want me, baby?”

She dug her nails into his ass and greedily fucked her hips up toward him. “Does that answer your question?”

“Damn, girl.” He kissed her as he fucked her, hard and fast. “You’re ours, do you understand? I won’t let you get away again. If you really want to leave, say so, but our lives have been miserable since we lost you.”

His words more than his talented fucking were what drove her over. The sincerity in his husky tone.

The tears in his eyes.

“I love you both. I don’t want to get away. Just don’t push us away, Jack.”

He threw his head back and let out a loud cry as his orgasm hit. His cock rammed deep inside her, triggering her own climax. Tim leaned in and flicked her nipple with his tongue. “That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Come for him. Come for us.”

It wasn’t as strong as some of the orgasms they’d given her in the past, but it felt better than any of them because she knew exactly where she belonged.

Jack collapsed on her, taking her with him as they rolled to their sides. He clung to her. “I missed you so much.”

“Me too,” she agreed.

“Ahem,” Tim said, clearing his throat. “What about me?”

They looked at him and laughed as they held their arms open to him. “We wouldn’t be the same without you, Tim,” Jack said. “Who would take care of us and keep us in line?”

Tim moved in close and kissed Jack, then Gwen. “You two would be lost without me.”

“Absolutely,” she agreed.

Jack pushed Tim back and knelt over him. “I owe you a little special treatment too, I do believe,” Jack said. He bent down and sucked Tim’s cock into his mouth.

Gwen gasped, turned on beyond belief at the sight. “Holy crap,” she whispered in an awed tone.

“There’s room for two,” Tim said.

She giggled. Jack slid over, and she helped Jack work over Tim’s cock and balls with her tongue. Only when he was squirming on the bed and begging for relief did Jack sheath his lover in a condom and motion for her to climb on.

Jack knelt behind her, holding her as she rode Tim. Tim’s sweet blue gaze melted her. “Jesus, you’re so beautiful, babe.”

She felt beautiful. The men always made her feel hot and sexy.

He cupped her breasts in his hands as Jack reached around her and found her clit. She moaned, her pussy contracting around Tim’s cock as Jack chuckled.

“That’s the magic spot, isn’t it, baby?”

“Uh-huh!”

Tim’s thumbs brushed against her nipples, hardening them into taut peaks. “You like knowing we’re always panting after you, don’t you, baby?”

She ground her hips against Tim, enjoying the way he bottomed out inside her. “Yeah!”

Jack growled into her ear, “You belong to us, baby. Forever.” He nibbled on her neck and that was all it took to send her over the edge. Sobbing from the sheer relief of having both her men back, she collapsed against him as Tim grabbed her hips and pistoned his cock up into her until he exploded with a cry.

Tired and sated, the three of them collapsed onto the bed. Tim and Jack both wrapped their arms around her, creating a secure cocoon of love. “Sweet dreams, baby,” Jack whispered as he kissed the back of her neck.

She wiggled her ass against him. “I will, believe me.”

Tim kissed her lips. “Dream about us,” he said.

“Absolutely.” She pulled their arms tightly around her. “Forever.”

Loaded to the gills with antinausea and antianxiety meds, Gwen sat, terrified, between Jack and Tim in the boarding area at the departure gate at the Rapid City airport. Liam watched from the other side of the aisle with amusement on his face.

“Don’t hurl on me, sis. Please?”

“Shut up,” she growled.

He twirled his cane around. Specifically opting not to bring his wheelchair was a calculated risk Gwen hadn’t interfered with. She felt a little guilty not trying to persuade him to bring it, but knew he was an adult who could make his own decisions.

He was ready to make his final stand against their parents.

In the past month, one thing had become perfectly clear to her—that Jack and Tim were her home, and the thought of living anywhere else filled her with dread. She could handle brutal winters with two hunky, loving men to warm her bed every night.

True to his word, Jack had made every effort to open up. Sometimes either she or Tim had to prod him to not hold in his feelings, but his every action spoke of his dedication to proving his love for her.

They had Pete over for dinner several more times, the two men mending fences and at least regaining their friendship. Pete also helped Ed with Helen, taking some of the burden off Jack and Ed and giving them much needed respite. Tim gave him a job at the store at Jack’s suggestion. Tim and Liam usually rode to work together, while Gwen enjoyed having the house to herself during the day for writing.

When the gate agent called their flight, Liam stood. “Don’t let her get away,” he snarked. “She’ll bolt if you give her half a chance.”