Page 23 of Their Little House Tristan
“All right, then, this is the living room, and the kitchen is through the door on the left.” I gestured as we passed the doorway. “If you wake up hungry or thirsty, please go on in and have anything you want.” Proceeding on, I led them up the stairs. “There’s also a den downstairs and a dining room, and up here, we have the bedrooms.”
I opened the door of each and showed them the rooms. The master had an ensuite, and the other two, smaller bedrooms across the hallway had a shared Jack-and-Jill-style bathroom. I didn’t want them to think I was assuming anything. If they wanted to stay over just in a friendly way, so be it. “And that’s all we got. All the beds are made up, so you can stay in whichever one you like.”
“You don’t want us to stay with you?” Tristan’s voice was so unsure, I regretted what I’d said. But it was still important.
“I do want you to, but if you’d rather just watch a movie and have a snack then go to one of the guest rooms and be alone or even if the two of you just want to be together, I respect that. Your choice.”
“And one of those choices is spending the night in bed with you?” Bell asked, standing tall but not meeting my gaze. “Is that all right?”
“Yes, it is.” So much more than all right. “As long as you’re sure. But maybe you’d like to—”
Bell opened my bedroom door and peeked in. He glanced back at me, and I rested a hand on the small of his back.
“Come in.”
Somehow, at that moment, any hesitation on any of our parts melted away, along with our clothes. I shut the door behind us to keep King from wandering in and then took Tristan’s and Bell’s hands and tugged them toward the bed. I wanted them there, in my nest so to speak, where I could touch their skin and kiss any part of them I wanted to. I landed in the middle, which worked well for me, and we were all kissing. I couldn’t have said who was kissing me in any particular spot at any time, and I doubted they could either, but when someone ended up straddling my hips, I opened my eyes to find Tristan there, and my cock nudging his hot hole. “There are condoms,” I gasped, but he shook his head.
“You don’t need them unless you have something?”
“No, I’ve been tested,” Tristan said. “You fine too?”
“I am now. But, Bell, grab the lube from the nightstand.” He not only grabbed it, but he squirted it on my cock and stroked it in before working a dollop into the other little’s hole. When he leaned back, the tip of my cock prodded at his hole, pushing through the tight ring of muscles and into his hot, tight body. Then, as I paused gripping Tristan’s hips and holding him still, allowing him to adjust, Bell threw a leg over my shoulders and presented me with a long, stiff cock I couldn’t wait to get my mouth around.
Each of them, in the dim light filtering in from the hallway, was like a work of art, and I wanted to taste them, fuck them, and stroke them slowly to sleep afterward. So we set about doing all those things, configuring differently each time throughout our first night together. Both of them had hot tight asses, and I did my best to be sure I filled them as many times as my body permitted, which was more than I’d ever experienced before. Having the two men made for me had that effect.
When we finally collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent, I gathered them close and held them to me, never wanting them any farther away from me than this. King was going to have to learn to spend some of his nights in the hallway.
Yet, I woke to sunshine, my men, and at the foot of the bed a smug-looking goldendoodle. He’d gotten one of them to let him in, the tricky beast. Love me, love my dog.
Chapter Sixteen
Tristan
The ceremony was…small. Tame and tiny compared to a typical graduation. There weren’t many of us who finished midyear, and most of us opted to wait until spring to walk with the full class. But I didn’t need all that fanfare. I was proud of myself for figuring out how to salvage the rest of my academic career while balancing my job and not one but two partners. I wanted to be done and to hold my diploma in my hand, not wait for a big fancy event. In fact, it was small enough I’d suggested King come along, but he was visiting with his besties at the rescue, so that was all right. He’d have a better time there anyway, and I could tell him all about it later.
I’d managed to take the last few classes online and finally be done despite all the odds against me. I didn’t get any of the scholarships I’d hoped for, but I paid for the classes a couple at a time—two in the summer, two this fall—and that was enough to get me across the finish line.
Despite the small ceremony, the cheering when they called my name wrapped around me like a hug. I waved my diploma in the air as I crossed the stage and moved back down to the rows reserved for the new graduates, scanning the area from familiar faces and instantly seeing my daddy and Bell.
I’d known that Bellamy and James would be in the audience. What I hadn’t been as sure of were my mom and dad. I’d have been surprised if they were there, and they weren’t. When I’d invited them, they’d said it wasn’t a “real” graduation. Which it 100 percent was. Any hope I had that they’d changed their mind had vanished.
Didn’t their lack of attendance perfectly sum up their parenting style? If it wasn’t exactly what they envisioned…what they deemed the “right” path, then it didn’t count in their eyes. That went for my graduation, as well as for my relationship. But I’d come to terms with it. And this time? It didn’t even hurt, like I thought it would.
That felt like a step forward.
As soon as the ceremony was officially over and the orchestra played their final piece, I ran straight to my men, who pulled me into a three-way hug and showered me with praise.
“You did it! You did it!” Bellamy peppered my cheek with kisses.
“So proud of you,” James murmured, rubbing his cheek against mine. “It’s time to go celebrate.”
We were staying in town at a hotel. It wasn’t fancy, but it was clean and cozy, everything we needed for the night. It felt nice, having one bedroom for the three of us.
We’d been spending more time at Daddy’s place than at home lately, but between my job and finishing school, we weren’t at the point where we saw him every day. I did see Bellamy every day—that was because we lived together. And honestly? I wished we all lived together, wished it to the point where it started to fill my thoughts regularly. But the time hadn’t been right to bring it up.
Now that I’d graduated and could maybe get a “real” job…maybe now was the time.
I tossed my graduation cap and ropes onto the dresser and slipped out of my gown. It was nice being all formal, but I was ready to be free of it all. “Let’s go someplace to celebrate.”
