Muscling In (19 page)

I upped the speed, controlling
both of them as I rose and fell on Ed. Coben matched me, sinking to the hilt
each time I took Ed to the root.

The air around us heated, and
my skin tingled. My clit was being rubbed against Ed and the pressure was building
in my cunt. I knew release would soon devour me.

“Ah, yeah, faster,” Ed said on
a long moan. “Faster, both of you. Oh God, more…”

“I’m going…to come,” I panted.
The last steps of my build to climax were within reach. Soon the point of no
return would be upon me. I dragged in a deep breath and held it.

“Yes, yes,” Coben said, the
front of his thighs hitting the back of mine as he spooned me and tunneled
deep. “Yes, ah fuck…come with me.”

“Fuck…” Ed groaned, his
fingers digging into my shoulder. “I can’t…”

I allowed my climax to take
control. The last few seconds to the overspill of pleasure were blissful and
spun me into a new dimension where lights flashed and thoughts collided. As I
unraveled, my pussy spasmed around Ed’s cock. My ass contracted and squeezed
Coben’s dick. I continued to rub my clit on Ed, adoring the control I had over
that moment despite being the one who was penetrated.

I huffed out my held-in
breath. Ed captured my mouth in a slick kiss and moaned through his release.

Coben gripped my shoulders and
unleashed his climax in three sharp thrusts. The sound of him coming sent more
tremors of bliss though my pussy and ass. I could feel his shaft pulsing,
ecstasy pouring from him and into me.

“Oh God, ah yeah,” he moaned
as his frantic thrusts eased. “Oh fuck, I’m in Heaven, Sian…Edward…”

“Cobe.” Ed reached for his
shoulder and gripped it. “We’ve got you.”

Coben let out a long, low moan
and flopped onto me.

I was trapped between him and
Ed. The breath squashed from me.

I groaned.

Coben slid from my ass.

Ed shifted, slipped from my
pussy and eased me to the bed, cradled against his side.

Coben dropped over Ed, their
chests pressing together.

“You all right, mate?” Ed
asked, pushing Coben’s hair from his face with his free hand.

Coben looked dazed, his eyes
glassy. “Yeah.” He smiled. “Never better.” He set a kiss on Ed’s mouth, then
reached for me and swept his lips over mine. “Just a bit high from that fucking
awesome fuck.”

It had been awesome, and
intense and wild, and frantic and deep. I’d never forget it. I clenched my ass
and pussy, felt the dampness of cum there.

“Shit, Ed, we forgot the
condom,” I said, a wave of panic rippling through me and undoing my relaxed
state.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not, I—” I’d only ever
not used a condom with Coben. I was on the pill but still…

“Medical before I went on my
last mission and yeah, the bastard doc swabbed for everything. It’s the way
they work. I’m clean as a whistle, baby, maybe not in mind but definitely in
body.” He smoothed my hair in that way he’d started doing. It was both calming
and comforting and made me feel like his absolute priority when he did it with
his attention on me.

“You think I would have let
anything risk you?” Coben asked.

“Well, I don’t know, in the
heat of the moment.”

“I know how these medicals
go,” Coben said. “It’s all good. We’re a safe threesome.”

“Threesome,” I repeated.

“Threesome,” Ed echoed.

“I kind of like that…but…”
Coben trailed off.

“But what?” I asked.

“I feel like I’m being
selfish. I love Sian, my wife, with everything that I am, but you, Edward,
there is love between us too. I’m the one having my cake and eating it.”

“Maybe,” I said. “But I think
we can safely say Ed and I are having fun too. Definitely some cake eating
going on.” I giggled.

“I can’t believe my fucking
luck.” Ed pulled me closer and stroked Coben’s shoulder. “The only man I’ve
ever had feelings for and a seriously amazing woman who,” he paused,
“understands
this
…us and my work,
what it means. I honestly never thought I’d have this moment.” He looked
between us. “And I’m not going to deny I’m hoping for more. More of this, more
of being with you two, more of being accepted.”

“And being able to work
without worrying about home, what emotional trauma you’ve left behind,” I
added.

“Exactly.” He smiled at me.
“See you get it.”

I stroked his cheek, my
fingertips catching on his stubble. “Yes, I do. That’s the difference now. We
have each other, Coben and I, when you’re not here.”

“I don’t want you to go,”
Coben said. “No, no, I don’t mean that I don’t want you to go to work. I would
never ask you to give that up. It’s who you are. But when you’re in the UK, on
leave. Be with us.”

“Yes. That’s what we want.” I
looked at Coben. His expression reflected the same need I knew was in mine. “We
care, Ed. We care a lot.”

Ed squeezed us both closer.
“I’m a lucky guy.”

“We’re all lucky,” I said.
“Lucky to have found each other.”

“Lost and found,” Coben
corrected.

“You sure I’m not just
muscling in between you?” Ed asked, flexing his biceps and shifting us both
closer to him.

“Well if you are…” Coben
started.

“We’re not complaining.” I
reached up, kissed Ed, then kissed Coben.

Ed joined in the kiss and all
of our tongues twisted and slicked over one another.

I’d never have believed I
could share my husband, but with Ed as our third, I was getting double the
pleasure, double the men and double the love in my life. I was going to be
brave, like they were in unexplored territory and take the risk, because at the
end of the day, who dares ultimately wins.

Epilogue

Five Years Later

Major Edward Mooreland revved
the accelerator on his Kawasaki Ninja. His pride and joy that he hadn’t ridden
for five weeks was in need of a run and letting off a bit of steam…as was he.

He held on tight and leaned
lower as he navigated the motorway traffic, happy to be leaving Hereford
behind, where he’d spent three days debriefing his latest mission and being
checked over by medics.

It hadn’t been fun, the
debriefing and the prodding and poking, but neither had the mission. On the
most part it had been successful, though they had conceded a few
casualties—nothing fatal, which was always a bonus. But right now, he was happy
to be getting away with nothing more than a near miss with an AK47 and losing a
stone in weight.

He thought of Sian’s glorious
cooking. A month of her skills in the kitchen would soon see him right. He
dodged around an arctic truck, then weaved around a tanker. He couldn’t get to
London quick enough but he wasn’t stupid. He had every intention of getting
there in one piece.

But the thrill of the ride,
the beast between his legs, the superb engineering and the horsepower at his
command, it was intoxicating. Riding it was a way of releasing frustration
after obeying orders, keeping low, dodging bullets. This was his time and a time
he relished. Because the trip from wherever in the UK he landed to London to
see Sian and Coben was almost like a mental debrief of his own. He didn’t mind
a few hours being lost in the traffic, thinking of nothing but the next
overtake, the next roundabout, dodging obstacles. It meant when he climbed
those steps and unlocked the door, bent to take the children in his arms, he
was in the right mindset. Killing, survival, being the best of the best, it
could sit on a shelf for a while and he could just be himself with the people
he loved and who loved him.

He sped past a queue of
slowing traffic, pleased the usual jams and road works wouldn’t slow him down.
He had only one thing on his mind and that was relaxing, preferably naked, with
Sian and Coben. Of course he wanted to spend time with Shelly and Tristan too,
but he mainly needed to be held, reminded of why he fought so damn hard to come
home each time.

Thinking of Shelly and Tristan
made him smile. They were three now and full of beans. Inquisitive about
everything and soaking up information like sponges. Last time he’d been on
leave he’d taken them, with Coben because Sian had been working at Dragon’s
Ink, to London Zoo. Their shrieks of delights when the elephants had flicked
water around still rang in his ears. Tristan had even declared he wanted to be
an elephant when he grew up.

The road in front of him
opened and he tipped farther forward and let the engine roar. Sian would have
organized for the twins to go to their grandmother’s. That’s what she usually
did when he called to say he was coming home. She was amazing, so
understanding. She got that he needed headspace before he could rock back into
daddy mode. The things he’d done, seen, been part of took a while to get out of
his brain. It was a process. One he hadn’t particularly enjoyed in the past but
now that he had Coben and Sian to work through it with him—the later parts
after debrief at least—it was considerably more tolerable.

After time with them his
patience levels would be higher, his capacity for fun and his longing to get
down on the floor and play Lego and draw and make up stories for Tristan and
Shelly would be unstoppable.

Finally he saw the signs for
the M25. He only needed to whizz round a few junctions. Luckily the traffic,
for once, was flowing and soon he was heading into North London. It was like
running a gauntlet the closer he got to Bromley Street. Pedestrians, bicycles,
a stray dog, all crossed his path.

As he turned onto the neat
road he called home, he spotted Sian’s mother’s car parked at the end, likely
the only space when she’d arrived. He liked Margaret. She was kind and sweet,
though always a little confused by his presence. Maybe one day they’d tell her
more, tell her that they were a threesome, in love and would be together
forever, but that was up to Sian.

He pulled up, right outside
number 37, and killed the engine. He dismounted and stretched, locking his
fingers together and pushing his hands over his head. His spine ached from
being hunched for three hours and his legs were stiff.

After tugging off his helmet
he headed up the steps. He used his key to let himself in. As he shut the door
up he heard Sian’s voice coming from the living room.

“Tristan, Shelly, who’s here?
I just heard the door?”

There was a scramble of what
sounded like toys being discarded. Then two tiny people ran into the hallway.

“Daddy,” Shelly shouted. Her
blonde hair was in pigtails and she was wearing a pink dress and matching
woolen tights. She looked every inch the little princess.

“Daddy, Daddy,” Tristan
yelled, hurling himself past his sister and into Edward’s arms.

“Hey, guys,” Edward said,
stooping and pulling them both close. “How are you doing?”

“I’ve got a new bike,” Tristan
said, putting his small hands on Edward’s cheeks as if claiming his attention
first.

“And I drew you a picture,”
Shelly said, “for when you was away.”

“That’s great, Trist, I can’t
wait to see you ride it.” Edward turned to Shelly. “Will you show me?”

“Yes.” She wriggled from his
embrace and dashed off.

Tristan wasn’t so keen to let
go and Edward ruffled his dark hair and set a kiss on his cheek. He smelled
sweet and perfect with a hint of the baby shampoo Sian still used for the
children.

“Hey.”

Edward stood, Tristan in his
arms. The sight of Sian, even in just jeans and a plain red sweater, was enough
to send a blast of need rushing through him. “Hey yourself,” he said, walking
up to her and setting a kiss on her cheek. What he really wanted to do was drag
her away from everyone, rip off her clothes and sink deep until everything that
had happened in Kabul melted away, until she was crying out his name and
begging for more.

But of course he couldn’t, not
right now. There would be time for that, though.

“Hello, Edward.”

“Margaret, you’re looking
well,” Edward said, smiling at Sian’s mum and tucking his keys away.

“Thank you, so are you.”

He didn’t, he’d lost weight,
but that was okay, it was the polite thing to say.

“I don’t quite know why the
twins insist on calling you daddy,” she said.

Edward looked at Tristan, who
was sucking his thumb now and snuggled against his neck. “I guess I spend a lot
of time with them when I’m on leave.”

“But, really, I think, because
Coben is their—”

“It’s fine, Mum.” Sian rested
her hand on her mother’s arm. “They’re young, it’s what they do, get muddled.”

“I suppose.”

“As long as they’re happy,”
Sian added.

“Daddy, look.” Shelly came
rushing back with a piece of paper. She flapped it at Edward.

He stooped and again scooped
her up so he was holding both children.

Shelly’s blue eyes were flashing
with pride as she presented her scribbles.

“I love it,” Edward said,
smiling. “Can I keep it?”

“Yes. It’s for you.” Shelly
pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Ouch, you’re sharp.”

Edward laughed. “Yes, I’m
afraid I am.”
And your mother loves it
, he wanted to add but didn’t.

“Well, we really should be
going,” Margaret said and looked at her watch. “I don’t want to get stuck in
traffic.”

“Thanks for this, Mum. I
really appreciate it.” Sian reached for Shelly, who went into her arms.

“Well it’s hardly a chore to
look after my two adorable grandchildren for a day or two is it.”

“They’re not easy, though,
constantly on the go. If you need me to pick them up early just call.”

“We’ll be fine, won’t we,
kids?”

“Are we going to the park to
feed the ducks?” Tristan asked. “Like we did last time.”

“If you want to.”

Tristan nodded, then wriggled.

Edward put him down, already
missing the feel of his son’s tiny body in his arms.

“I’ll help you to the car,”
Sian said, picking up an overnight bag covered in images of zoo animals. “With
their stuff.”

“That would be great.”
Margaret took Tristan’s hand. “Come on, you, we’ve got so much fun to have.”

“Nice to see you, Margaret.”
Edward smiled at her.

“And you, I hope you have a
restful leave.”

“I’m sure I will.”

“Back in a few minutes,” Sian
said. “I’ll shut the door. I’ve got keys. Mum’s parked right at the end of the
road.”

“Yes. I saw.”

The door shut and as silence
descended Edward blew out a long, low breath. This was where he’d wanted to be
for so long.

“You’ve lost weight.”

He looked up. Coben stood at
the top of the stairs. He had his arms folded and wore black jeans and a black
roll neck. He had a concerned expression on his face.

Edward thought his heart would
flip over itself with love. Coben looked gorgeous. Like everything he’d dreamed
of and more and Edward wanted it all, the dream and the more.

“Things got a bit dicey out
there,” he said, striding to the bottom of the stairs.

“I’m glad you’re back safe.”

“Not going to let those
bastards get the better of me.” He took the steps two at a time until he
reached the top. He came face-to-face with Coben and stared into his hazel
eyes. “Fuck I’ve missed you and Sian. I always do, but this time…I just really
fucking did.”

“So show us just how much.”
The right side of Coben’s mouth tilted into a smile.

Edward ran his hand around the
back of Coben’s neck. “She’s taken the kids to the car.”

“So we’ll start without her.
She’ll soon catch up.”

“I like your way of thinking.”
Edward pulled Coben close and kissed him. A hot, hungry kiss that barely
scratched the surface of what he wanted.

Coben groaned and fisted the
lapels of Edward’s leather jacket.

“This way,” Edward said,
releasing Coben’s neck and grabbing his hand. “In the bedroom.” He marched
forward with only one thing on his mind—fucking.

Coben followed, kicking the
door shut as he went into the room.

Edward’s mind was full of
scenarios. He wanted to bury deep in Coben. He wanted Sian too. His ass
quivered at the thought of Coben plundering into him, taking him to where he
needed to go.

Yes. That’s what he craved.

“Fucking fuck me,” he said to
Coben. “Now.” He shoved at his leathers and his cock sprang out.

“Bend the hell over, then,
soldier,” Coben said, pushing roughly at the center of Edward’s back so he
faced the end of the bed. “If you want it like that.”

“I do.” He discarded his
jacket but left his t-shirt on. That could stay. This moment was all about
priorities, getting the essential part accessible. He placed his hands on the
wooden footboard and spread his legs.

Coben was at the drawer,
taking the lid off the lube.

“Hurry up,” Edward said,
shocked at how guttural his voice was.

Coben looked at him. Dark,
frantic need flashed over his face.

Edward groaned and took his
cock in his hand, squeezed his shaft and hoped he wouldn’t come too soon.

Coben shoved at his jeans as
he strode back behind him.

“Get in me,” Edward said,
shutting his eyes.

A hard slap landed on his ass.

“Ahh…” he breathed.

“Give me a chance,” Coben
said. “I need to…”

“No.”

Another slap

The pain only added to the
urgency of the moment. It sang over his nerve endings. “Just shove in. No
prep.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah…”

Suddenly the head of Coben’s
lubed cock was at his pucker. Edward braced his elbow and hung on to the bed.
He gripped his balls with his fingers and pressed the palm of his other hand
against his shaft. God, he wanted to come already.

“You asked for it…” Coben
said, pushing forward.

Edward felt his anus
stretching, widening around Coben’s thick glans. “More,” he demanded. “I need
it.”

Coben didn’t let up. He shoved
in, fast, a slick ride to full depth until their balls were mashed together.

Edward gasped and arched his
back. Coben filled him so perfectly, so deep. His prostate came alive, sending
pleasure from his back passage through his balls to his cock. He rubbed up and
down his shaft, masturbating to make the pleasure grow.