Page 69 of What We May Be

Sean’s and Trevor’s fingers collided on the way to putting them on her lips. They laughed, the earlier melancholy beginning to fade. “We’ll question her tomorrow,” Sean said. “We’ll get to the bottom of the case, just like we got to the bottom of things between us.” He curled a hand around each of their necks. “I missed you both so much. I want to move forward with you, but I don’t want to compromise your futures or your family now. I won’t hold—”

Without a second thought, Trevor sealed their lips and let Sean know just how much he’d missed him too. And what he thought about their futures. “I want to move forward with you too.”

Charlie stepped close, arms circling their waists, making her thoughts on the matter clear as well. “I’m in this too. I want to make it work this time.” Her eyes locked with his. “We fight for each other and our family.” She rose, her lips colliding with his, and it wasn’t like the kiss in the locker room earlier. Or like when his lips had reconnected with Sean’s then or in the batting cage. Or hell, even like their kisses a month ago. None of them were trying to prove anything. They’d all but confessed they were it for each other. Their kisses were a continuation of their catharsis that had started that night and finally been fully realized, years of longing finally getting its proper due. Trevor was going to savor this victory and commit every second of it to memory.

Touching his tongue to Charlie’s lips again, she opened for him immediately. Diving in, he tangled his tongue with hers and she responded—hot, hard, and demanding—eliciting a moan from deep within his throat. He hauled her into his embrace, one arm circling her waist, his other hand curving over her ass and under her thigh, hitching her up against him. The heat of Sean’s body lined up behind him, hands on his hips, and he directed them toward the bedroom. Good thing, as Trevor’s lips were making a survey of Charlie’s neck, his mouth trailing kisses down her throat.

She wove her hands into his hair, holding him to her. “Yes,” she moaned, grinding her hips against his abs, not hiding her need for him either.

His dick strained behind the fly of his pants, and when Sean reached a hand around, palming his erection, he damn near dropped Charlie in his rush to thrust into the touch. “Dammit, Sean,” he cursed. “Let me get her to the bed first.”

Charlie threw back her head and laughed, and he nipped her collarbone for making fun of him. Rotating, he sat on the edge of the bed, Charlie in his lap, and he reached up to hold her face in his hands. Looked higher at Sean standing behind her, shirt gone, blue eyes bright. “I love you both. As much as I did ten years ago. We will make this work. I will make this work.”

Sean leaned over Charlie’s shoulder to press his smiling lips to Trevor’s. “Fucking romantic.”

Charlie laid her hands over Trevor’s. “Our fucking romantic.” The sweet words and gesture were belied by the demanding roll of her hips.

Trevor thrust up to meet her and they gasped against each other’s lips. “Fuck, Charlie.”

Grinning, she trailed her mouth over his jaw and neck while Sean climbed onto the bed beside them, helping Charlie to undress him. They wrestled Trevor out of his shirt, then Sean flicked open the button of his jeans and reached a hand inside his boxers to stroke his cock. Trevor closed his eyes and braced a hand behind him on the mattress, needing the support as his lust kicked into overdrive. His love and need for these two people fueling the train.

Sean’s hot breath floated across the side of his face. “What do you want, Trev?”

He rolled his hips and thrust his dick into Sean’s fist. “This to never end.”

Charlie skated her nails up his chest. “It won’t, baby.” She rose again, and before she brought her body back down, Sean freed Trevor’s cock, and the resulting friction of fabric against his bare shaft about did Trevor in.

He needed to get Sean and Charlie as undressed as he was if he had any chance of the three of them coming together. He righted himself, and on Charlie’s next downward grind, he yanked her shirt free and slipped his hands under the hem. He spread his fingers over her warm skin, climbing her torso and pushing the fabric off over her head. Beside him, Sean rocked an impressive erection against his side. Trevor tilted his face for a kiss, and when Sean was done devouring his mouth, Trevor growled against his lips. “Get your cock out and get it in me.”

As Sean raced to strip and grab the lube out of his bag, Trevor focused on getting Charlie out of the rest of her clothes. He popped the front clasp of her bra, slid the straps down her arms, then palmed her breasts, pinching and twisting her stiff nipples, causing her to throw back her head and moan. The next time she rose, he stopped her descent with a hand between her legs, cupping her center. With his other hand, he lifted a breast to his mouth and sucked a nipple between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. She wobbled on her knees, but Sean steadied her while working free the zipper of her pants. As she writhed in their arms, teased to the extreme, whispering pleas for more, Trevor reached a hand inside her panties and plunged two fingers inside her.

“Yes,” she gasped, and that throaty sound, the warm wet heat clenching around his fingers, had him barreling close to the edge again. Eyes closed, he pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb circling her clit, building her higher and building his own need faster.

“Trev.” Sean’s voice cut through the lust. “I’m gonna come all over Charlie’s backside if you two keep it up.”

Blinking open his eyes, Trevor feasted on the sight of Sean naked beside them, hard and flushed, with a fist around his balls. “Not a bad proposition.”

Sean’s gaze darkened. “I thought you wanted me in you.”

A better proposition. Made even sweeter as Charlie lightly touched his cheek, bringing his attention back to her. Her dark eyes were hooded, her lips deliciously plump, and her hair a wild halo of dark brown. “And I want you in me. All together. Always.”

If he’d thought his lovers were sexy a decade ago, it was nothing compared to now. Nothing compared to how fiercely he needed what Charlie and Sean were promising.

They shed the rest of their clothes and crawled toward the middle of the bed, Charlie lying on her back and letting her thighs fall open. Trevor sank between them as Sean blanketed his back, cock notching against his ass.

“Protection?” Sean panted as they rolled in a simulation of what they were seconds from making a reality.

“IUD,” Charlie said. “Last test was negative.”

“There’s been no one else for me since the two of you earlier this month,” Trevor said, looking down at Charlie, then over his shoulder at Sean. “Negative.”

“Same,” Sean said. “But if you want—”

“I want to feel all of you,” Trevor said. “Both of you.”

“I’m good with that,” Charlie said, echoed by Sean’s “Me too.”

Trevor hung his head, overwhelmed at their trust, at their love, and at the miraculous fact they’d somehow gotten this back. A second—hell, a third—chance.

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