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Nathan gripped his cock in one hand and offered it to Luke, guiding the shaft to Luke’s lips and letting the head rub back and forth across Luke’s mouth.

Luke reached out instinctively with his tongue, but he only got one swipe of Nathan’s come before Nathan pulled back.

“Naughty boy. Tsk tsk.” Nathan shook his head. He turned toward Olivia next. “What about you? Think you can control yourself if I give you a taste?”

Olivia didn’t make a sound. Amazingly.

Nathan leaned over her next and repeated the action. When he sat back, he chuckled. “Neither of my submissives can control their tongues today.” He rested on his heels and immediately set his hand on Luke’s cock. Luke flinched at the sudden contact, his dick once again jumping to new stiffness. Nathan wrapped his palm around the shaft and lightly stroked, barely touching the skin, not enough to give Luke the relief he needed.

He must have been doing something similar to Olivia, because she squirmed at Luke’s side.

“Luke, baby, I want you desperate for me.”

Luke didn’t see how he could be any needier.

“Sit up and watch me fuck Livi.”

Except that would do it. Luke struggled to pull himself to sitting, shifting his gaze to the dazed expression clouding Olivia’s face, her eyes glazed over, her mouth hanging open.

“You may touch yourself, but don’t come. Just enjoy the show.” Nathan crawled between Olivia’s thighs, spread them wider, and slammed home, his cock imbedding itself deep inside her pussy in one thrust.

Olivia screamed at the sudden intrusion.

Luke stared at her face, so blatantly enjoying everything she got. He had begun to love the way Olivia was so wanton. She never held back. Her reactions were so genuine.

Nathan thrust hard and fast, his brow tight as he fucked his woman.

Luke could only watch, his own cock needy and stiff. He grabbed the shaft to jerk himself off, but found he preferred the touch of Olivia or Nathan. He didn’t want to come at his own hand. Instead he worked himself to the brink of frenzy as he watched.

Olivia lifted and lowered her torso, meeting Nathan’s thrusts. She grabbed Nathan’s shoulders and squeezed so tight her knuckles turned white. She would leave marks on Nathan’s back from her nails. And Nathan wouldn’t care. Would Luke leave with marks all over him too? He wanted it, this one time. He needed it.

Suddenly, Nathan pulled out just as fast as he’d entered.

Olivia gasped. “No.” She shook her head, her eyes wide.

“Ah ah ah,” Nathan admonished. “No talking.”

He turned his gaze toward Luke who also couldn’t believe the change in events.

“You’re turn, Luke. I want you to fuck our girl.” Nathan climbed to Olivia’s other side, handed Luke a condom, and nodded to the space left between her legs.

Luke scrambled to take up where Nathan had left off, ripping into the foil pack and donning the rubber in record time. They’d offered for him to go bare. Olivia was on the pill and they all were STD-free, but every time Luke considered it, he thought of the ‘what ifs’ and couldn’t stomach the idea of getting Olivia pregnant. He wasn’t ready to be a father. Didn’t know if he ever would be.

“You with us?” Nathan asked, his gaze boring into Luke.

“Yes, Sir,” Luke answered and looked back to Olivia. She moaned as she met Luke’s gaze, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Luke lowered himself to kiss her lips briefly before he plunged into her tight sheath.

“Fuck her slowly, Luke. Keep both yourself and her on the edge.”

Luke obeyed, not just because Nathan insisted, but because Luke also wanted this moment to last. He needed to remember the look on Olivia’s face in order to get himself through any tough times he might face ahead.

When Nathan set a hand on Luke’s lower back, stilling him with the touch, Luke inhaled sharply. He knew what was coming. Hell, he’d basically asked for it without using words the second he’d entered the house. He wanted Nathan’s cock inside him. His body shook with the need consuming him to be filled by Nathan while Luke fucked Olivia’s pussy.

Luke took deep breaths, his gaze holding Olivia’s.

She smiled, her hands landing on his biceps and rubbing up and down, soothing him. She too knew what was about to happen.

And then Nathan was right there at Luke’s tight entrance, lubing up his hole with thick fingers. His cock pressed against the sensitive puckered skin. Nathan lowered his voice as he spoke. “Just relax, baby. I’m going to make it so good.” He set one hand on Luke’s hip. The other probably held his cock.

As Nathan slid in the first few inches, Luke tensed.

“Deep breaths. Don’t tighten up. It will hurt less if you remain loose. Let it happen.”

Luke screamed inside his head.
Let it happen?
Wasn’t that what he was doing?

Nathan thrust in and out, each time entering the slightest bit deeper until he was fully seated, his balls brushing against Luke’s. “There. God, Luke. You’re so fucking tight. Amazing.” He gripped both of Luke’s hips then and thrust a few more times while Luke closed his eyes at the intensity of the sensation. He was so overwhelmed he almost couldn’t bring himself to move. So fucking good. So much more than he’d imagined.

“Thrust with me, Luke. Take Livi’s pussy while I claim your ass.” Nathan’s voice was strained. The conviction he’d maintained for the last half hour was slipping, letting Luke know the man was close to coming.

Luke met Olivia’s gaze again, opening his eyes enough to see her face and learn where she was mentally. She was close. She had trouble holding his gaze, and her fingers gripped him tighter. When she lifted her pussy up to meet his thrusts, her mouth fell open.

Luke thrust faster, Nathan following his lead. The change in pace pushed Luke over the edge. He pushed one final thrust into Olivia’s tight warmth, praying she would somehow tumble over the precipice with him. Luke’s cock jerked inside her sheath, his orgasm so hard it almost hurt. The pleasure of his dick pulsing out his come with Nathan buried deep in his rear was unprecedented. It was too much sensation, and for a second he seemed to separate from his body and hover above the scene, watching as Olivia shattered around his cock, her channel gripping him in rhythm with his own pulsing orgasm.

Minutes later, Nathan followed, his dick buried to the hilt inside Luke’s ass.

Luke felt himself clench involuntarily around Nathan’s cock, his tight hole gripping the man behind him, milking him.

Nathan let out a yell, so unlike him. “Fuck.” The one word encompassed so much emotion no one bothered to speak again for several moments.

They collapsed onto the mattress, Nathan slipping out of Luke’s ass to land half on and half off the two people beneath him.

For an interminable minute, Luke fought just to breathe. His ears rang as though they’d been in a noisy club for the last hour, listening to the rowdy music of a band. He followed Nathan’s lead and pulled the condom off, placing it inside a tissue on the side table before turning back to his two lovers. It took him a long time to finally get his tongue to move. He licked his lips and uttered the one word he’d known he would say since before he’d come to the apartment to request this scene. “Moisture.”

Nathan jerked upright. Did Luke just use his out clause word? Olivia turned over and blinked glassy eyes at Luke.

“Did you…?” Nathan started.

“
Coño
. Fuck. Luke, baby, that’s the out-clause word. You’re not supposed to use it because it’s gross. Even if you do have my juices dribbling all over your cock. You don’t use that word. You say, ‘Holy shit, Olivia, your pussy is wet’ or something like that. Okay, baby?”

Luke shook his head. “I know what it means. I know when I’m supposed to use it.”

Nathan could not wrap his brain around what was happening. Could not. Luke. His Luke. Their Luke. The one who had just given Nathan his ass in the most intense fuck of Nathan’s life, was going to out clause himself from them.

“But…”

Nathan shook his head. “Livi. It’s no questions asked. He said the word. He wants to be released from us.”

Olivia vaulted from the bed and started pacing, muttering in Spanish in a way he hadn’t heard from her in years. She usually only used her Spanish to turn him on. But it was like some weird instinct kicked in and she remembered every swear word her mother ever screamed at her and her siblings. “
No me jodas. De puta madre
.” She flung her hands out and watched Luke as he pulled his clothes on.

Nathan couldn’t speak. His mind echoed her words. “Do not fuck with me. Son of a bitch.” The lump in the back of his throat was enormous. Luke was leaving them. Their Luke.

Nathan rose from the bed and tugged on a pair of jeans. “I almost died as a baby. I was born too early. Always wanting to be first to the party, I guess.” He released a soft laugh. “I weighed just over two pounds at birth. The doctors told my parents to prepare themselves. They tried not to love me. Then when I actually made it, they loved me too much. So certain all the time that I was going to kick it at any second. I had to do nothing in their home. I didn’t have to work for anything. I could treat them like complete shit and they forgave me because my life was a miracle. On the outside, we were the perfect family. And I was the miracle baby. But on the inside, they left me completely unprepared for the world.”

Luke stopped lacing up his shoes and stared at Nathan. “You seem to have done fine.”

Nathan shrugged. “Because I stopped worrying so much. Because I took what I wanted and didn’t care about who I was supposed to be. But I know who I’m supposed to be now. I don’t believe in God, you know? I think it’s all crap. I think it’s just another set of guidelines to make us feel bad about ourselves. To me, we have one life. One. We can choose to make of it what we will.”

Luke started retying his shoes. “I don’t believe that.”

Nathan blinked. “Evidently.”

Luke stood and stared between Nathan and Olivia for a long time. Olivia paused her pacing and held her breath. “Thank you,” Luke said finally. “Thank you for being kind to me. I want nothing more than for the two of you to be happy.”

Olivia pushed forward until she was right up to his chest. “If you wanted that, you wouldn’t have just dropped your out clause word into the middle of the best sex of our lives.” Then she spun and headed toward the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Luke looked at Nathan. “I’m sorry.”

Nathan bit his tongue, stopping himself from saying anything, from begging Luke to stay. That’s what the out clause was for. To prevent pleading and begging. Fucking hell. Nathan had been stupid to give it to Luke. The kid needed to talk out all his shit like no one Nathan had ever seen. But he chose the coward’s way out.

Luke exited the room and Nathan slumped on the bed, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. From the bathroom, he heard Olivia’s loud wail. He forced himself to get up and go to her. This shouldn’t hurt as much as it did. It shouldn’t. But it did.

•●•

Luke threw up twice on the bike ride home. The first when he thought of Nathan’s words and how he almost died as a baby. And the second when he went over a bump and the delicious soreness in his ass made him realize everything he’d just walked away from.

Without completely being aware where he was headed, he found himself at the cemetery where his mom’s grave was. He parked his bike along the fence and walked toward her headstone.
Rachel Anders, Beloved Mother
. She never told him about his dad. She told him it was her choice to keep him as a baby. That Luke’s birth father had made a choice of his own. Luke didn’t mind it just being the two of them, him and his mom. Even when she got sick, he never felt unloved. But now, as he stood looking at her name etched into the stone, a paralyzing loneliness overtook him and he buckled to his knees.

“I don’t have anyone anymore, Mom,” he said out loud. “No one to take care of, no one to take care of me.”

And it’s my own fault
. He’d given up the first two people in the world he’d ever felt at ease with, and for what? For some misplaced religious guilt? Was it even misplaced at all? Maybe his instincts were right. Maybe he needed to break off the relationship once and for all and get himself right with God. Maybe Father George had it all right, and Luke needed to assess his priorities.