Full House (13 page)

“That feel good?” Grace whispered.

“Christ, yeah,” Trev gasped. “Good like I’ve never felt in my life. Good like my fantasies never prepared me for.”

Grace sat up so her back pressed against Max’s chest and his hips cradled her ass.

Trev groaned even louder.

Keeping one hand on Trev’s hips, Max wound his other arm around Grace’s waist and ran his hand over her belly and up to her breast. She turned her head toward him, and the two shared a deep kiss.

“You taste like sin,” she whispered when she released his mouth.

“Not sin. Just you.” He looked at Trev. “And Trev.”

Trev licked his lips. His gaze moved from Max to Grace and back to Max again. His eyes shone. Love seemed to seep from every inch of Trev’s face.

“Ah, fuck.” Max couldn’t hold back the tide of emotion that swamped him. Christ, he loved Trev. And damned if he wasn’t falling for Grace as well. Falling like a ton of bricks. He couldn’t keep still a second longer. Couldn’t contain the need to pull out and thrust back into Trev.

He pulled his hips away, drawing his cock almost out of his lover’s hole, then thrust back in, burying himself to the hilt.

Trev cried out and bucked upward, driving into Grace, who gasped.

“God, more,” she cried. “More, more, more.”

It was all the encouragement Max needed. He lost his reserve, lost his inhibitions. He made love to Trev as though he’d never made love to him before, driving into him with every iota of passion and desire and lust that burned deep inside him. Driving into him relentlessly, exquisitely, over and over again.

And every time he drove into Trev, Trev plunged deeper into Grace. Their combined moans and panting filled the room, echoed off the kitchen walls. The scent of their passion, the dark musky male scent and Grace’s sweeter, honey-like aroma, made him half crazy.

In a way, he had never made love to Trev before. Not like this. Not with a third person adding to the rapture. Increasing the sensuality, the heat.

Not with a woman making love to Trev at the same time he did. Grace’s presence added a whole new dimension to their lovemaking. The experience was electrifying. Thrilling. Wanton and wicked. It was the epitome of rapture. Bliss. Pure, perfect, absolute bliss.

Lord, what the woman did to him. Filled up his senses, made him drunk on her wine. If she leaned back down over Trev, Max would happily pull his dick from Trev and slide it inside her. Make love to her at the same time Trev did.

Jesus, the thought made him even harder. It wasn’t possible, but it did.

No, he wouldn’t pull away from Trev. At this moment in time, nothing on God’s earth could make him pull away from Trev. He was exactly where he wanted to be. Buried inside the man he loved. And Trev was where he wanted to be. Buried inside the woman he loved, the woman they both loved. With the man Trev loved buried inside his ass.

The dynamics made him dizzy. Crazy, happy dizzy.

He released Grace’s breast and slid his hand down over her belly again, this time stopping only when he found her clit. The hard, swollen nub was warm and wet, and Max rubbed little circles around it, even as he slammed into Trev.

Grace’s whimpers filled his ears.

Trev looked at Max’s hand, then looked into his eyes. His ass clenched around Max’s dick. “I love you,” he mouthed. “I fucking love you,” he said out loud.

Max grinned then. A huge happy grin. “Love you too, baby.”

“And me,” Grace gasped. “Love me. Please. Both of you.”

“Ah, sweetheart,” Trev said, the heat of his gaze now directed at the woman on his lap. “I’ve loved you from the first minute you walked into my house.”

Max kissed her neck. “And I’m falling a little harder with every second that passes.”

“G-good.” Grace nodded. “’Cause I’ve already fallen. Hard.”

Blood roared in Max’s ears. He couldn’t see anymore. Could hardly hear. “Get ready to fall again,” he told Grace and stroked her clit a little faster.

Grace’s moan was long and steady. Her tension built beneath his hand. Her thighs stiffened and her muscles went rigid. She no longer moved, although her body rocked up and down, the effect of Trev pumping into her as he pumped into Trev.

“Oh, God, boys, I’m coming.” She panted. “Coming. Coming, coming…”

Her butt bucked against his hips, and her body was hit by a wave of convulsions. “Coming,” she cried one more time and then seemed to lose the ability to speak.

“Oh, fuck.” It was Trev who cried out now. “Too tight, too hot. Too…fucking good. Max, deeper. Fuck me, hard. Deep…deeper!”

Trev’s muscles clenched down around him, engulfed him. Trapped him. They held him firm, wouldn’t let him move. Max’s nuts tightened, hard as marbles at the base of his cock. His vision blurred again. Red lights flashed before his eyes. Another power failure?

“Fuck, yeah. Max. Oh, Christ, Grace, Yes!” Shudders engulfed Trev’s body. Grace cried out again.

The light flashes turned to white. Pure, snow white. No. Not a power failure. A power surge. An electrical surge. Max exploded. Come pumped through his shaft, spurting from his dick into Trev’s ass. Over and over again. He came and he came and he came, harder than he ever had in his entire life. The orgasm seemed endless. Every clench of Trev’s ass around him seemed to tear another wad of come from his cock, every gasp from Grace’s lips made him pump it into Trev.

And he wasn’t alone. Grace’s clit still trembled beneath his finger. How he kept his hand there he had no idea. Wait, yes, he did. Grace’s hand held his in place. Held him firm as she rubbed against him, coming all over Trev.

And Trev. Oh, Jesus, watching Trev made him belt another wad of come from his dick. Trev’s eyes had rolled to the back of his head, his mouth had fallen open in a silent cry of ecstasy. He’d arched his back and every muscle in his chest strained against his golden, sweaty skin. The man was obviously lost in a nirvana as exquisite as Max’s own. As was Grace.

Dear God, had sex ever been like this before? A heart-pounding explosion of senses? A sensation that went on and on forever. Blinding flashes of light. And perhaps, most importantly, a knowledge, deep inside Max, that life would never be the same after this. Could never be. This experience, here in Trev’s kitchen with Grace and Trev, had changed him.

Whoever he was minutes ago, he was no longer that person. No longer a man alone. From now on, his life, wherever it took him, was inextricably woven with Trev’s and Grace’s. Whether they knew it or not.

Chapter Eight

Grace, Max and Trev lay in a tangle of sheets on Trev’s bed. Night had long since passed, and morning was but a memory. The late afternoon sun shone through the window, warming Trev all the way through to his toes.

Not that he needed more warming.

The three of them had spent the last twenty-odd hours in a frenzy of lovemaking, napping, showering, chatting, laughing and making love again. It had become a pattern over the last three weeks. Max would head back to Trev’s house after poker, and the three of them would spend the rest of the weekend in bed.

Trev wanted Max to come home with him every night, but work and commitments didn’t always make that possible. Hard as Max tried, he wasn’t able to make it over more than once or twice during the week. On those nights, all three of them shared Trev’s bed.

When Max wasn’t there, Trev shared his bed just with Grace. And a couple of times, when Max had spent the night but Trev had worked late, Max had shared Grace’s bed. Well, until Trev had gotten home, anyway.

Weekday mornings usually belonged to Max and Trev, since Grace had to be at the studio early.

It was complicated. But it worked. Beautifully. Just like Trev had known it would.

If he had even an iota of energy left now, he’d reach over and kiss Max, or Grace, whoever was closer. But honestly, Trev could hardly breathe, let alone move. Even the task of opening his eyes exhausted him.

He’d long since lost count of the number of times he’d come this weekend. He’d come in Grace’s pussy and her ass. He’d come in her mouth. He’d come in Max’s mouth too. And Max’s hand.

Most unbelievable of all was where Trev had come the last time the three of them had gathered up the energy to make love. He’d come—hell, he’d fucking exploded like a faulty gas casket—in Max’s ass.
In Max’s freaking ass.

At Grace’s request.

Even now the memory left him breathless.

“I’ve given up every belief I’ve ever had about sex and relationships to be with you two,” Grace had told Max. “I’ve had to change my whole way of thinking, go against my parents’ values, just to make love with you both. It’s your turn to give a bit.”

Trev had watched, his dick growing as Max reluctantly acquiesced. As he’d hesitantly allowed Grace to convince him to do the one thing he had refused to do for two years.

Grace didn’t sit by idly and watch. No, not Grace. She’d spread herself on the bed and opened her legs to Max’s marauding tongue. At the same time, she’d lifted her head and helped herself to a mouthful of Max’s cock.

And with his two lovers lost to the wonderful world of mutual oral pleasure, Trev had sheathed his shaft, dabbed a generous dollop of lube on Max’s ass and eased himself, slowly—so fucking slowly it almost killed him—into Max’s hole.

Max had resisted, closed him out, but Grace’s mouth and words had coaxed him into relaxing, had coaxed him into letting Trev in, until finally, sweat running down his spine, Trev had seated himself fully inside Max. And Max’s moan of bliss had blown Trev’s mind.

His orgasm was the most powerful of the day. Of the month. Of his life. He’d thought he’d never be able to top the orgasm he’d had on the kitchen table, inside Grace with Max in his ass. He’d been wrong. The feel of Max’s channel tightening around him, clasping him, holding him in its velvety depths, had made Trev’s head spin. Coming in Max’s ass while Max came in Grace’s mouth, the sound of Grace’s cries filling the air… Dear God, the thought was enough to make Trev hard all over again.

Max may have resisted at first. He may even have experienced pain. But he’d come as hard as Trev, and Grace’s triumphant orgasm had sent them both over the edge completely.

Trev was a lost man. Lost to the wiles and the love of Max and Grace. After all they had experienced this last month, Trev knew he could never let them go. Either of them. He wanted them both, in his life, forever.

And from the soft sighs that Grace now emitted as Max kissed her—God knew where they found the strength—they were just as hooked. On each other, and on him.

“Gracie?” he asked when Max finally released her lips.

“Mm hmm?” She wound her fingers through Trev’s.

“You’re not still thinking of leaving, are you?”

Her laugh was a sweet tinkle in his ears. “Er, I kinda forgot all about that,” she told him.

Trev grinned up at the ceiling. “That’s good. Real good to hear, because I never want you to leave.” He closed his hand over Max’s thigh, needing to feel a connection to both Grace and Max. “I never want you to leave, either,” he said to Max.

Max froze. His thigh went rigid. “Trev—”

“We’re good together,” Trev interrupted. He’d been thinking about this for the last few days, hell, the last few weeks, and he needed to say it, needed to get it out in the open. “Real good together. All three of us. Fucking perfect, really.”

“I’ll say,” Grace agreed with a soft sigh.

Max nodded, but the muscle in his thigh did not relax.

“I love you. Both of you,” Trev told them. “But Max, I hate it when you leave in the morning. When I know you won’t be back that night. I just fucking hate it.”

Max was silent for a very long time. When he finally spoke, his voice was oddly toneless. “What are you suggesting, Trev?”

“I’m suggesting you don’t leave again. Move in with us. Live here with Gracie and me.”

“That is one freaking brilliant idea,” Grace enthused.

Max inhaled audibly. “Not real practical, is it?” he asked. “Where will I sleep? You have your bedroom, Grace has hers. That’s it. There are no more rooms in the house.”

Trev wrinkled his forehead. “Is that a trick question?” Wasn’t the solution perfectly obvious?

“Nah, mate. Just a logical one.”

Trev rolled onto his side so he could look at Max. He saw something he’d never seen in his lover’s eyes before. Insecurity. “You’ll sleep right here. In my bed. Next to me. Next to Grace.” Duh! “We can go shopping tomorrow and find a bed big enough for all three of us. If we can’t find one, we’ll have one custom made.”

Hope seemed to burn in Max’s gaze, right beside the insecurity. Trev’s heart tightened. “And you’ll put your clothes in my cupboard. Next to mine. We can find a place for all your furniture. We’ll rearrange mine and Gracie’s stuff and add yours. We can sell some things or put them in storage. We can do whatever we want, so long as we do it together. All three of us.”

Max looked at Trev. “You’re serious about this?”

“Deadly serious.”

Max looked at Grace. She didn’t hesitate. “I love the idea.”

“What about your parents? What would they say?” Max wanted to know.

This time she did hesitate. Her brow wrinkled. “They won’t say anything, because I won’t tell them. Not yet, anyway.”

“You’ll hide it from them?” Trev asked. “Something this big?”

Grace sighed. “I love my parents. I do. But they’re not ready to know about the decisions I’ve made and the lifestyle I’ve chosen here in Sydney. They’re not ready to hear about you two, and I’m not ready to tell them.”

“Will you ever be ready to tell them?” Trev asked.

“Maybe one day,” Grace answered noncommittally.

“Are you sure about us?” Max asked, voicing Trev’s concerns. If she wasn’t okay with telling her parents about them, was she okay with living with them?

Grace’s expression softened. The troubled look in her eyes dissipated and her cheeks practically glowed. “More sure than I’ve been about any other relationship I’ve ever had. You took me by surprise. Both of you. And I had to change my entire way of thinking, reassess all of my beliefs. But I wouldn’t change them back now for the world. I love you both.” She smiled then. “And I love that you love each other. I love how happy you are when you’re together. Trev, I love the way your face lights up when you see Max, and Max, I love the way the tension seems to vanish from your posture when you see Trev. But most of all, I love the way I feel when I’m with both of you, and if you could both feel for me even a tenth of what I feel for you two, I would be a very, very happy woman.”