Page 26 of The Finding Series: Vol. 1

“Oh God, Cal, stop or I’m going to come,” Finn said as he reached above his head to grab the headboard.

Callan eased off his prostate and added a third finger. Finn’s whole body was drawn tight. “You okay?” Callan whispered as he held his fingers still. Finn looked up at him, his eyes bright with passion. He managed a nod, but couldn’t get any words out. Callan carefully pulled his fingers free, then lined up his cock and began to breach Finn’s body. Whimpers left Finn’s mouth as Callan gave him shallow strokes, dipping in a little further inside of the tight channel on each pass. Callan’s own body was on fire and sweat dripped mercilessly down his brow as he tried to maintain control.

“He’s so tight, Rhys,” Callan got out as his cock finally slid all the way in. “Jesus,” he said as Finn’s muscles clamped down on him. He saw Finn reach out his hand and Callan quickly grabbed and held it, knowing the younger man was drowning in the overwhelming emotion. Callan held him as he pulled out and pushed back in slowly, still letting Finn’s body adjust to the invasion.

Rhys released Finn’s legs and his hand ran down Callan’s spine. “Talk to me, Callan. Tell me you still want this,” Rhys said as he skimmed his lips along Callan’s upper back.

Callan reached around and grabbed Rhys’ left hand with his and pulled it around to his chest. He intertwined their fingers and said, “I want this.” He turned Rhys’ hand over and placed a kiss on the palm, then released him. Rhys’ lips drifted over the back of his neck once more, then Callan felt himself being pushed gently down onto Finn, his cock pressing deeper into the other man.

Finn’s arms closed around him as they kissed. Cold lube dripped onto his hole and then Rhys’ fingers were there, probing him. The pressure of one finger entering him burned and a flash of fear went through him, but then Finn was pulling him down and plundering his mouth, his slick tongue teasing him. He could feel Finn’s cock pressed between their bodies, the pre-come leaking against his abdomen. The words telling Rhys to hurry never made it past his lips because another finger slid into him, long and deep and within seconds a third joined it. He moaned when Rhys massaged his prostate, then felt Finn smile against his lips as he realized Callan was experiencing the same insurmountable pleasure he’d been tortured with only moments earlier.

Rhys’ fingers slid out of him and Callan tensed as he felt the blunt head of Rhys’ cock begin to stretch him. Callan wrapped himself around Finn and moaned as Rhys slid all the way inside, his body pushing Callan further into Finn. The dual pressure was playing havoc with Callan’s mind and he wanted to cry out at the knot that unfurled inside him as it hit him that this was exactly where he was supposed to be.

“Cal,” Finn whispered. Callan opened his eyes and looked down at Finn who was watching him with concern. It took him a moment to realize that tears were sliding down his own cheeks and he managed a watery laugh as he kissed Finn briefly.

“I’m okay,” Callan said softly.

Rhys began to increase his pace and Callan felt fingers press into his hips as Rhys’ cock drilled in and out of him. Finn gripped his upper arms as Callan’s own cock thrust in and out as Callan began shifting his hips back to meet Rhys’ strokes. The combined friction in his ass and around his cock had him grinding hard against each man and he leaned up to brace his arms on either side of Finn as he pummeled in and out of the man’s pulsing body. Rhys matched the rhythm and within minutes Callan’s body began to shake from the exertion. Electricity danced along his spine and sparks lit up under his skin. Knowing he was close, he reached down and wrapped his hand around Finn’s cock and stroked him mercilessly. Finn cried out at the contact and lifted his ass higher so Callan could get even deeper.

He angled his hips so that he could hit Finn’s prostate and he shouted in pleasure when Rhys did the same to him. Skin slapped against skin as their slick bodies worked in tandem and then Finn flew over, his release shooting between them as his rectum clamped down on Callan’s cock. He felt Rhys’ cock thicken and pulse inside him, then a heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder as Rhys shot into him. Callan’s own body gave up the fight and he thrust one last time into Finn and held there as the orgasm ripped through his nerve endings, flaying him alive with exquisite relief. Rhys continued pumping into him as Callan dropped onto Finn and then he felt Rhys’ body mold over his as he humped into him a few more times as his own release eased.

Finn’s lips claimed his, then Rhys was pulling his head around for a taste and then Callan was gone, floating into an abyss of pleasure and peace that he’d craved his whole life. Just before his eyes closed, he managed one last look at Finn and knew in that moment it would be his last because Finn would be gone by morning.

ChapterTwelve

Callan let the hot water sluice over his back as he closed his eyes and tried to push back the overwhelming sadness that had set in the instant he woke up alone in his bed. He hadn’t felt either Finn or Rhys leave him, testament to how worn out he’d been by the events of the evening before, and he’d expected they’d leave before he awoke, but the reality of it still hurt. It had felt good to be held throughout the night and the few times he’d awoken, he’d found himself surrounded in heat and warmth as Rhys wrapped around him from behind and Finn cuddled up along his front.

Callan forced himself to turn off the water and get dried off. Today would be like any other day. Work, food, sleep. He’d gotten what he wanted – the night he’d dreamed of with Finn and Rhys and the assurance that Finn would have a shot at the future he craved. The younger man would settle down with someone kind and loyal and generous and Rhys would head back to the big city and rebuild the life he’d had before prison. And Callan would ride fences and build out his herd and live up to the standards that had been set for him. Everything was as it should be.

It was complete bullshit and not even he was a good enough liar to fool himself. Callan pulled on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom, then slowed as he heard his aunt’s voice.

“Honey, he used to sneak out to the barn every night and sleep with his horse. Nearly gave his mama a heart attack the first time he did it,” she said with a hearty laugh. Callan turned the corner and came to a halt when he saw his aunt sitting across the small kitchen table from Rhys, full cups of coffee in front of each of them.

Emerald eyes lifted to meet his as Rhys took a drink and those amazing lips spared him a quick grin before he returned his attention back to Dolly. The walls Callan had spent the last hour rebuilding came crashing down around him at the sight of Rhys and he actually had to put a hand against the wall to keep himself upright.

Dolly finally noticed his presence and turned in her chair, a huge smile splitting her lips. “Morning darling,” she said as she turned back to the table and grabbed an empty mug sitting in the middle and started filling it with coffee for him.

“You’re up early, Aunt Dolly,” Callan mused as he stepped into the kitchen.

“I made some cookies for you boys last night and I wanted to drop them off before your father wakes up,” she said, glancing at her watch. “And then Rhys and I got to talking…”

Callan saw Rhys subtly stiffen and he quickly said, “I was telling Dolly how I came over early this morning to get my list of chores and you asked me to get some coffee started while you were finishing up,” he said lamely. Callan’s heart shifted at Rhys’ effort to protect him with a bogus story. Yesterday Rhys had been urging him to fight, to stand up for himself and Finn, yet here he was trying to come up with some crappy lie to protect him from the very thing Callan had spent his whole life running from.

“Rhys didn’t stop by, Aunt Dolly. He spent the night here,” Callan said, then dropped a hand onto Rhys’ shoulder to make it completely clear to his aunt what he was saying. Rhys stiffened beneath his touch and both men fell silent as it took Dolly a few, long moments to process what he was saying. Since he was all in anyway, Callan said, “Finn too.”

Dolly studied him, then looked at Rhys. Callan felt something break inside as he wondered what it would be like to lose the woman who’d been like a mother to him since his own had passed so long ago.

“Well, where is he?”

Callan looked down at Rhys in confusion, then back at Dolly. “Who?”

“Finn, of course,” she responded matter of factly.

Callan felt like he was underwater and actually couldn’t manage to form any words.

“He had some stuff to do this morning,” Rhys interjected.

Dolly stood and pulled Callan down to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Well, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything this morning,” she said with a hearty chuckle as she brushed past Callan and wrapped her arms around Rhys’ neck. “And you, you go make my boy some breakfast – Lord knows he can’t cook to save his own life,” she snorted.

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