Page 73 of What We May Be

Chapter Twenty

Sean balanced the tray of Bojangles’ breakfast goods in one hand and with his other withdrew the motel room card key from his pocket and swiped it in front of the door lock. The electronic lock clicked, and he pushed inside… and nearly dropped the tray.

Charlie sat on the end of the dining table in one of his dress shirts, unbuttoned, and nothing else, so far as Sean could tell from the doorway. Between her spread legs, Trevor stood in his boxer briefs, running his hands up her thighs as he rained kisses over her face, Charlie’s quiet sighs making Sean hard in an instant.

Her command making him even harder. “Close the door, Sean.”

He kicked it shut behind him, then looked for another place to set his wobbly tray of food because it looked like the table was well on its way to not being an option.

“Was somebody hungry?” Trevor asked as he kissed a path down Charlie’s neck.

Charlie laughed, deep and throaty, and with an easiness that had been missing since Sean had been back in Hanover. “He wanted to mark another off his list.”

“Chicken biscuits for you and me,” Sean said as he crossed the room on the other side of the table. “Bo-berry biscuits for Mr. Sweet Tooth.” He set the tray on the coffee table, then turned back to the even sweeter, hotter sight. “I hope those are still acceptable.”

Trevor righted his head, face turning to Sean, and the languid heat in his hazel eyes was as intoxicating as Charlie’s earlier laugh. “The only thing acceptable right now is you out of those clothes and standing here with us.” One of his hands crept under the hem of Charlie’s borrowed shirt, and Charlie spread her legs wider, braced both hands behind her, and dropped her head back between her shoulders. The shirt fell the rest of the way open, revealing nothing else indeed, other than her gorgeous breasts and Trevor’s thumb working her clit.

As Trevor sank two fingers inside her, Sean hustled to join them, shedding his shirt and dropping his pants, never happier he’d gone commando.

A growly Trevor approved. “Get in here.” He shifted enough for Sean to slide between them on his knees, adding his tongue to the pleasure Trevor was already giving Charlie while stroking Trevor’s cock. He groaned at finding them both wet and eager. And they groaned above him too, two hands landing on his head, Trevor and Charlie directing him together. He loved giving up control to them, pleasuring them like this.

Without goodbye looming over them.

Charlie moaned and writhed, the roll of her hips, the pants of her breaths, and the keening pleases and fuck mes escalating, until she came with a shout and a slap of her palm against the table.

Trevor dragged him up the next instant, turned his back to Charlie, and grasped their dicks in his fist. He pumped them, hard and fast, Sean’s spit and their precome making his grip smooth and wet. Wetter still when Charlie recovered, wrapped herself around Sean from behind, and teased his rim with her own slick finger. “You know what would make this better?” she whispered hotly in his ear.

Oh, he knew, remembered it fondly. “You pegging one of us.”

“Next time,” Charlie promised as she pinched his nipples.

Sean tipped forward and came with a fantasy-fueled grunt against Trevor’s lips, then nearly combusted a second time when Trevor lifted his come-covered hand and Charlie licked it clean over Sean’s shoulder. Trevor thrust against his groin and covered it with his own release.

Sweaty and panting, the three of them rested against the side of the table, Charlie recovering her voice first and nipping his earlobe. “Maybe don’t leave us alone if you don’t want to come back to trouble.”

He twisted to steal a kiss. “This is the kind of trouble I like to come back to.”

Trevor nuzzled the other side of his neck. “Did you say Bo-berry biscuits?”

They were still laughing when a knock sounded against the motel room door. Charlie righted her head, gaze snapping to him, “Who—”

The knock came again. “Sean, you in there? It’s Abel. Open up.”

The lightness of a moment ago evaporated on a dime. Charlie’s eyes filled with the same foreboding that had haunted them all week, and Sean was walloped with a terrible sense of déjà vu. This could not be good.

Trevor sensed their tension too, going rigid behind him. “Why’s Abel here?”

Charlie began the process of untangling them. “We need to clean up and get dressed.”

“What’s going on?”

Sean brushed the hair out of his face. “Get us some towels.” As Trevor made a beeline for the bathroom, Sean called out to Abel. “Just a minute.” Sean darted forward, grabbing his shirt and jeans from where he’d dropped them. “He know you’re here?” he asked Charlie, who was likewise hastily gathering her and Trevor’s clothes.

“Yeah, he knew I was still worried.” They caught the two towels Trevor tossed their way, wiped off, then began yanking on clothes as Trevor retreated into the bathroom with the clothes Charlie had handed him. “I told him I’d be here and that I’d keep Trevor here too. Though not necessarily like this.”

“Look at it this way,” Sean said. “It saves him a trip.” His attempt at humor was forced as was his smirk, and both fell flat, doing nothing to lighten the tension.

Once they were dressed, Sean opened the door. One look at the chief’s grim face and Sean knew what was coming. So did Charlie, given the sudden stiffness of her shoulders.

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