The Reunion (26 page)

“We should consider some practical
matters,” Sarah said as they pulled apart.

“We sleep together,” Maria declared,
jutting her chin out. “We can screw any place with only a single partner, but
we sleep together.”

“I agree, but that wasn’t exactly
what I was thinking about. Will you marry Adam?”

“What?” Maria stepped away. “Of
course not. That would leave you as a second class partner. No way.”

“But Adam will want to marry one of
us—probably you, because you’ll have his baby. He won’t want the child to be a
bastard.”

“The child won’t be a bastard,”
Maria hissed. “The child will carry all of our names. He or she will be a Granger-Ramirez-Atkinson
or whatever combination we mutually decide. I won’t have marriage cluttering up
our relationship, Sarah. Over time, I know it would. Think about it and you’ll
agree.”

Sarah didn’t like the momentary envy
that had overtaken her. “I hate to say it, but you may be right. I wonder if
Adam will agree.”

“He’d better, or he’s going to be short
two pussies.”

“Whoa—calm down. Maybe I’m seeing a
problem that won’t arise.”

“No matter.” Maria shook her head
vigorously. “I won’t marry him and leave you out.”

“Okay.” Sarah grabbed Maria’s hand. “Maybe
we’ve concentrated enough on practicalities. So what do you want to do now—go
for a swim, go shopping or make love?”

“Very pleasant choices.” Maria
brushed a finger across her cheek. “I know you’re thinking when do I ever turn
down lovemaking, but you’ve been well loved this morning already, and I really
do have to get some shopping done before a meeting after lunch. You can tag
along, if you’d like.”

She shook her head. “No, I’m behind
on my photos. I can use the time to catch up some. I doubt we’ll see Adam until
maybe this evening, if then.”

- o -

Two excruciating nights passed before
Adam found his way to his bedroom. He grabbed the doorknob and hesitated. Was
he really ready for this? If he went in, the women would expect more out of him
than he’d been giving them. If he wanted out of the relationship, he couldn’t
tell them that in his bedroom.

Would they accept part of a loaf?

Quickly, he turned the doorknob and
entered before he could change his mind again. Both women put aside the books
they’d been reading when he approached the bed. He couldn’t resist admiring
their nude bodies. And they were
his
. Well, at least they were his to
admire.

Sarah smiled brilliantly at him. Maria
remained more subdued and cautious. That seemed so out of character for her, but
then maybe the stakes were highest for her.

“Maybe I should’ve knocked.”

“Of course not, Adam,” Sarah
responded. “This is your bedroom.”

“So what’s up?” Maria asked.

In that moment his cock peeked
through the opening of his robe.

“Ah, I see what’s up.” Maria grinned
at Sarah. “Looks like we’ve got a job to do, if we want to keep a roof over our
heads.”

“Don’t be catty, Maria,” Sarah
chided. “That dude between Adam’s legs has done a lot for us. I expect we can
satisfy him without losing too much self-respect.”

Adam shook his head. Sometimes the
women spoke in a code he failed to comprehend. However, he had little doubt what
Sarah was after as she clambered on hands and knees toward him. Maria soon
joined her.

Rising on his toes, Adam closed his
eyes and relished the feel of Sarah’s lips spreading across the head of his
cock. Soon a different set of lips laved his sack. He still had the presence of
mind to chuckle at the wisdom of letting Maria handle his balls.

Sarah took him in deep and settled
her mouth against his groin. She wiggled, teasing. He placed his hands on her
head to steady her. She popped off of him and smiled. “Why don’t we have you
sit in the chair, Adam?”

“That’ll work,” he said, casting off
his robe. He sat on the edge of the chair and spread his legs wide. This time
it was Maria who took him in her mouth. She worked leisurely up and down his
shaft. Sarah kissed his mouth, then offered an upturned breast for him to
nibble on. He flicked his tongue at the extending nipple and caressed the
underside of the ivory breast. Her skin was as smooth as silk.

“Nice,” she murmured. “Very nice.” She
brought his fingers to her mouth and wet them before lowering them to her
mound. He smiled and let her take the lead as she pleasured herself with his
fingers. She tucked two in her pussy before he wiggled them. “Glad you thought
to join us,” she whispered. “I’ve missed this.”

“So have I,” he said. “I’ve missed
both of you.”

“As it should be. Did you hear that,
Maria,” she said, placing a hand on the back of Maria’s neck as she continued
her bobbing motion. “He says he missed us.”

Maria let him drop from her mouth. “It’s
about time.”

He watched the corner of her mouth
turn up into a reluctant smile.

She rose to kiss him. He could taste
his own salt on her lips. Then she turned to kiss Sarah. “Perfect,” she mumbled.
“Nearly perfect.” Maria shook her long dark hair and smiled at Sarah, who was still
riding his fingers. “Looks like you’re having all the fun, Pepper.”

“Find a way to share. Looks like this
hard guy is still quite available.”

“That he is, but not for long.” Maria
turned and backed up to straddle his cock. He watched it disappear abruptly
into her tight sheath. He drew in a deep breath.

He was being fucked by two beautiful
women. One rode his cock and the other his hand. They slowed and leaned over to
tease each other with their tongues. He watched their eyes sparkle as they
played a game they were each quite experienced at. They held out their hands
and interlaced fingers.

Without needing words, they
coordinated their movements like two dancers. Playfully, Sarah rose up his
fingers and Maria settled lower on his cock. They held their joined hands high
over their heads and squealed. Lips locked against lips and they began riding
him in unison. His toes curled. Flashes of red crisscrossed his brain. His
nostrils flared to suck in more air heavy with the perspiration of sex.

Both women surfed their own waves,
changing the angles slightly, but never letting up. They weren’t stopping until
he came.

Maria’s pussy clamped around his
cock as if she was determined never to give it back to him. He rose partially
from the chair and then collapsed into its pillowing support. “Christ,” he
cried out. Her pussy sucked him at his root. He tossed his head. He peeked at
Sarah—radiant Sarah, who was nursing her own orgasm, spilling her juices over
his fingers. Then he heard Maria’s strident cry, “I’m coming, you son of a
bitch. You better come with.”

His release was immediate and
prolific. His hips churned, driving in and out of Maria. With each thrust, he
spurted more come. He didn’t realize he had that much to give. At last, her
slick butt settled against him. He wrapped his arms around both women.

Maria canted her head, seeking his
mouth. He joined hers and Sarah joined both of them. Each woman embraced a
corner of his mouth as if they’d just now discovered nirvana. He wanted to cry.
He, of all people. He wanted to cry because they’d found a way for all three of
them to kiss at the same time. It felt profound. The symbolism wasn’t even lost
on such a thick headed guy as him.

They were a threesome, and damn it
to hell, they would make it.

He broke the kiss only long enough
to mumble in a ragged voice, “I love both of you. I really do.”

Breaking into broad smiles, Sarah
and Maria pecked at his mouth and converged again to share another three-way
kiss. If one could imagine exchanging high fives through kissing, that was what
they were doing.

He closed his eyes. But would they
settle for part of a loaf?

Adam opened his mouth to speak. The
cell phone in his robe pocket rang shrilly. He never went anywhere without his
cell, but this wasn’t the moment for an interruption. Yet it was the personal
line that only two people had access to besides Maria.

“Get off,” he said. “I’m sorry.” Sarah’s
eyebrows said quite clearly what she thought of him for answering his phone
with his cock still buried in Maria. But he had no choice. Not this time. “It’s
my emergency line,” he muttered.

“It’s okay, Sarah,” Maria said, her
voice rising. She rose off his lap. “This can’t be good.”

Sarah stood and crossed her arms.

Maria bit her lower lip, her concern
matching his.

“Hello.”

“When?”

“Where?”

“Which hospital?”

“Don’t panic. I’m on my way.”

He flipped the phone shut. He
probably didn’t look much better than the women did. “It’s Johnny,” he said,
reaching for his robe. “He overdosed. On purpose. He’s at General.”

- o -

In horror, Sarah watched open
mouthed as Adam dashed out of the room and headed for the guest room and his
clothes.

A very frightened Maria gawked at
Sarah.

“What is it?” Sarah asked.

“Johnny is the boy Adam mentors.”

“Oh my God!”

“Hurry. We can’t let him go there
alone. What if Johnny...” Maria nearly choked. “What if he doesn’t make it?”

Sarah tossed on one of her long
dresses and ran fingers through her hair. She heard the door to the driveway
slam. Adam was already in his car.

They’d follow him to the hospital. No
way could they let him shoulder this burden alone. He hadn’t asked her or Maria
to come along, but then he’d stood by her at her parents’ funeral.

She grabbed her purse and raced down
the hallway following Maria, who was already praying in Spanish.

Chapter Fourteen

Trying to ignore the hollow echoes
their shoes made as they hurried through the hospital corridors to the
emergency area, Sarah steeled herself for what might lie ahead. Clutching her
hand tight, Maria had grown extremely quiet.

They rounded a corner and found
themselves in the waiting room where Adam stood cradling a slender trembling
blond woman in his arms. The woman’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Sarah saw
Adam’s shoulders likewise rising and falling as he braced himself to calm the
woman. As they neared, he turned his head and nodded in their direction. A trace
of relief flickered across his features.

She and Maria approached quietly and
waited. The woman stopped sobbing and Adam separated from her to introduce
them.

“Grace, this is Maria Ramirez and
Sarah Atkinson. They are companions of mine. I’m sure they came here to support
me and your family. This is Grace Caldwell—Johnny’s mother.”

“How...” Sarah began.

“He’s alive.” Adam’s eyes glazed
with pain. “He’s in a coma. The doc says his body is protecting itself from
additional trauma. He believes Johnny will make it, but there are no
guarantees. Not yet.”

“There’s much hope then,” Maria said,
her dark eyes rounding.

“Yes, there’s much hope. And yes,
Maria, your prayers are appreciated.” He smiled at her and kissed her forehead.
“I love you, you know.”

Maria nodded and tears stained her
cheeks.

Adam reached for Sarah and she moved
into his outstretched arms, enfolding Maria as well.

“I love you, too,” Adam mumbled into
her hair.

Unable to find any words, Sarah
squeezed him back.

He clung to both of them and they
held him tight. ”Thanks for coming down. If one of you could get us some coffee,
I think Grace would appreciate some as well as me.

“I’ll go,” Sarah said.

 She walked down the corridor and
followed canteen signs. What had Grace Caldwell made of that little scene? Something
had clearly loosened Adam up. Was it only the near death of his young friend? She
shook her head, thinking back. No, when they’d been making love earlier, he was
much more emotionally present than he’d ever been before. She remembered
feeling he was about to share something important with them when the phone rang.
She’d been so numbed when his face turned chalky she’d even forgotten he’d
already said he loved them. But he hadn’t shared his intentions. Now, that
would be tabled until the situation with Johnny Caldwell became clear.

Sarah peeked at the wall clock. Seven
hours had crept by since their arrival. The first six had dragged by in a haze
of worry, shuffling people back and forth to sit by Johnny’s bed, and simply
waiting. Then the boy had awakened, to tears of relief.

Now she and Maria had sat by
themselves another hour while Johnny’s mother and Adam met with the doctor.

Finally, Adam appeared at the
waiting room door.

Sarah’s shoulders sagged. She
thought she’d seen Adam haggard the morning after he’d sped away from Maria’s demand
for a baby. She shook her head.
This
was haggard. He could hardly place
one foot in front of the other or lift his chin. The rush of adrenaline that had
gotten him through the night was clearly gone.

He walked over and knelt by her and
Maria. They each took one of his hands. “He’ll make it, this time.” His stark stare
chilled her to the bone. “They’ll keep him a while longer for observation, then
he’ll go to a secure rehab facility for at least thirty days, longer if
necessary. They have to assess his suicide risk and help him begin putting his
life back together again.”

Sarah nodded and curled her fingers
tighter around Adam’s.

“I’ll stay and transport him to
rehab.”

She gave him a questioning look.

He shrugged in response. “It’s
either me or the cops.”

“Oh,” she whispered. “I understand.”

“Why don’t you two go on home and
get some sleep? You look as exhausted as I feel. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
He glanced at the clock. “Probably not until tonight. Don’t wait dinner for me.
I’ll grab something somewhere. Okay?”

“Okay.” Maria  stood and hugged him.
“We love you.”

He nodded. “We’ll be okay.” His
voice turned husky. “After this, nothing looks too scary.”

Sarah huddled close to Maria on the living
room couch. They’d been there since after dinner, waiting for Adam to return. They’d
said very little. Maria seemed as frightened as she was. Neither had voiced
concern about Adam’s well being, but clearly they weren’t going to bed without
him.

What was taking him so long? Didn’t
he know they’d worry about him? Surely he hadn’t taken off on them again. His
parting words had been so reassuring.

“Eleven-fifteen,” Sarah finally
said. “I wish he’d at least call and let us know everything is okay.”

Maria’s mouth contorted. “I don’t
think he’s still with Johnny at this hour. He’s probably trying to figure out
what to do with us.”

“You think?”

“Uh, huh. I’m afraid this thing with
Johnny could turn him off entirely about the idea of having a child.”

“Maybe.” Sarah squared her
shoulders. “As you’ve said, Adam is a complex man. I’m not predicting what he’s
apt to do.”

“And I thought he was coming around.”
Maria blinked back tears. “I did hear him right, didn’t I? In the last
twenty-four hours he’s said he loves us twice.”

Sarah grinned. “I believe so, but I
wasn’t counting. Maybe...” She hushed at the sound of a car pulling into the
driveway. Maria’s fingernails dug into her palm.

Sarah heard Adam close the door
softly behind him. His steps were audible as he made his way to the living
room. When he stood in archway, the gravity of the last twenty-four hours clung
to him like a heavy mantle.

He collapsed into his overstuffed
chair. “That was something,” he began. “Johnny is settled in at the rehab
facility. Some good people there. They had him laughing a little before I left.
It’ll still be a long haul for him, but he’s in good hands, and he has a mother
who cares and will stand by him.”

“And a mentor who’s not about to
give up on him,” Maria said, her eyes shining through tears.

“You got that right. I need a shower
pretty bad. You two look fresh and soft. I feel like I’ve been wallowing in the
sewer.”

“What you need is a long soak in the
tub.” Sarah stood. “I’ll go start the water.”

“No!” The single word was a command.

She immediately sat back down.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be
short, but I’ve got some things to say. Some things both of you need to hear. And
I need to do this before a bath.”

“Okay. It’s your show.” She couldn’t
regulate her racing heartbeat. Here was her future. In the space of a few short
minutes, she’d know.

Adam offered them a half-smile and
lifted his palms as a gesture of surrender. “So which of you do I marry?”

“What?” Maria squeaked.

“Which of you do I marry? I don’t
particularly want to do prison time as a bigamist.”

Sarah watched Maria sputtering
beside her, trying to get the words out.

“No one,” Maria finally said. “You’re
not going to marry either one of us. The one not married would feel left out. It
won’t work that way. We don’t need to be married to have a committed
relationship.”

Adam sprang to his feet and glowered.
“I see you’ve worked out the details.” He turned away briefly, then spun around
to face them. “My child will not be a bastard.” His voice rose. “And forget the
damn notion of a surrogate. Never! Not as long as I’m alive!”

Sarah smirked. “Now that’s the Adam
I’ve known and loved all my life.”

“The baby will have all three last
names: Granger-Ramirez-Atkinson,” Maria insisted calmly.

Adam’s brow furrowed, then his face
lit up. “Can we do that?”

“Why not?” Sarah asked. “Maria would
be listed as the mother and you as the father, but we can name the child
whatever we choose.”

“And that’s okay with you?” he
asked, staring at her.

“Yes.”

“And you, Maria?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’ll be damned. Why won’t
that work? Oh, there’ll be plenty of problems down the road, but the kid will
have three parents to fall back on instead of two or one.” A long pause ensued
before his face broke into a broad smile. “Let’s do it, ladies. Let’s make a
baby.”

Maria was in Adam’s arms before
Sarah could stand up. He extended his arms wide to include her.

“Were you ready to do this” Sarah
asked, “before the phone call from the hospital?”

“No.” He brushed his chin through
their hair and over their foreheads. His stubble scratched, but she didn’t mind
a bit. “No, I had some half baked idea if I finally told you I loved you, that
would be enough.

“Sitting there in the emergency room—watching
the two of you, feeling my blood curdle and then melt—seeing how Grace rode the
emotional roller coaster of a parent with such aplomb—it hit me. This is what I
want. It’s what I need. Thankfully, I love two women who want the same thing.”

Adam bent his head and kissed each
of them. He placed a hand on the back of their necks, guiding them into a kiss.

Maria’s lips had never felt softer
or hotter. Sarah wanted this to last forever.

“Now about that bath,” he said when
she and Maria separated. “I sure could use one. While I’m in the tub you two
can get ready for bed. I’ll be joining you.”

Looking up, Sarah caught the glitter
in his eyes and felt tears start to pool in her own.

Adam held her gaze. “I won’t leave
you tonight, or ever again. So you’d best be getting used to sleeping with a
third in the bed.”

Sarah took Maria’s hand and walked
with her towards the door. As they reached it, she glanced over her shoulder at
Adam, then gave Maria a wink. Simultaneously, they both flipped up their skirts
over their bare butts and called out, “Yes, Master.”

- o –

The End