Taught

A Cypress Springs Book

Tarilyn Sparks

An MMF Romance

Copyright © 2018 by Tarilyn Sparks

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Edited by Eliza Hunter

Cover Art by Satyr Designs

If two is better than one, three must be…perfection?

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Contents

1. Kara

2. Jack

3. Teddy

4. Kara

5. Jack

6. Teddy

7. Kara

8. Jack

9. Teddy

10. Kara

11. Jack

12. Teddy

13. Kara

14. Jack

15. Teddy

16. Kara

17. Jack

18. Teddy

19. Jack

20. Kara

21. Jack

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Chapter One

Kara

I knew something was wrong the moment Lauren and Sydney greeted me at the door and pressed a glass of wine into my hands.

“Oh no,” I groaned. “What is it?” My day had been bad enough dealing with Dr. Whitman, the very hot, but very grouchy abnormal psychology professor I worked for as a teaching assistant. All I wanted to do was come home, relax, and forget about my troubles, at least for a little while.

My roommates both shook their heads, refusing to speak. Like twins in The Shining, they both pointed at the wine in my hand. I got the message. Wine first, bad news second. I swirled it for a moment and downed it like a pledge during rush week. It hit my empty stomach fast and a warm glow bloomed through me. Still, for the day I’d had, it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

I put the glass back into Lauren’s hands as I pushed my way into our shared apartment. “Refill, please. Do we have any chocolate?”

Before either of them could answer, I settled on what I really wanted. “Better yet, order a pizza. I’m hungry, tired, and irritable. Whatever you two have to tell me can wait until I get these heels off and change into some yoga pants.”

“Somebody’s hangry,” Lauren said to Sydney, but she ducked away from me and scurried to refill my glass.

“I’m way ahead of you. I already ordered pizza,” Sydney said. Of course, she had. Syd didn’t just look like a hot librarian with her long red hair twisted up into a messy bun and held with a pencil, she was the type, too. She was organized, methodical, and never waited until the last minute to do something as important as ordering food.

“Bad day with Whitman?” Lauren asked, delivering the refilled wine glass back to me. I noticed this time she’d only poured two fingers. Spoilsport.

“Ugh,” I said, taking the offered drink and kicking off my shoes. “He was riding my ass all day. Nothing is good enough for him, I swear.”

“He’s so hot, though. Dr. Dickman could ride my ass any time he wanted,” Sydney said, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. She was such a goodie-goodie, I couldn’t believe she said that—but she did blush.

“Speaking of Dr. Dick, what do you think his is like?” Lauren flicked her long blonde hair back out of her face, her dirty question a sharp contrast to her delicate features.

I turned to stare at her. “What?”

For such a sweet-looking little hippie girl, Lauren had a dirty mind that came out double time when she let her guard down — or when she’d been drinking. She gulped more wine and smiled a very bad girl smile. “His dick, what do you think it’s like?”

“Hey, Lauren! You have a boyfriend,” Syd said. “Save the hot professor for me.”

“You’re both full of it. Besides, it would never happen,” I said, so ready to strip as soon as I hit my room. “That wouldn’t be awkward or anything. My professor dating my roommate? No big deal. Maybe he can bring papers over for me to grade while he’s at it.”

Lauren laughed. “Maybe you just want him for yourself.”

I coughed in outrage, downed the sample-sized glass of wine, and handed the glass back to Lauren. She raised her eyebrows at me and I ignored her as I breezed into my room and closed the door. I needed a moment to change and regroup before I faced whatever bad news those two decided merited wine at the door.

Lauren’s words rang in my ear. Maybe you just want him for yourself. No way. I mean, my roommates weren’t wrong about one thing. Dr. Whitman was hot, like leading man in a movie hot. Like, top model hot. Like, are-you-actually-even-human hot.

Disappointingly hot.

Disappointing because he was all business and I swear he never cracked a smile. Once I started working with him, I stopped even thinking about fantasizing about him.

He was that serious.

Maybe if he got laid, he wouldn’t be such a jerk. As if anyone would be with him by choice.

Forget Dickman. It was time to relax and go full cozy. I dug around in the basket full of clean clothes I’d washed the night before and found some yoga pants and my favorite hoodie—a big black pullover printed with a Chinese takeout box and They’re only noodles, Michael on the front. It was a Christmas gift from Syd and Lauren after I’d made them watch Lost Boys during a Thanksgiving break movie marathon.

Out in the living room, I heard the pizza guy trying to flirt with Sydney. Good luck, dude. Sydney was too serious and too ambitious to look twice at Evan, the little freshman who delivered our pizzas. Now that we were upperclassmen, well I was a PhD student and Syd and Lauren were juniors, freshmen looked like babies. I opened my bedroom door just in time to see Sydney politely, but firmly, close the front door, and spin around with the pizza in her hands.

“You can’t blame a guy for trying, Syd” I said. “He knows a catch when he sees one.”

“He’s a nice guy, but it’s never going to happen,” Syd said. “Ever.”

“Maybe you’re too picky.” I sank into my favorite corner of our thrift store couch and curled my legs under me. Lauren pointed at the end table where she’d helpfully refilled my wine.

“I’m too picky? That’s hilarious, when was the last time you...”

“You’re both picky, and there’s nothing wrong with that,” Lauren interjected. “You’re both just tired and hungry. Let’s eat.”

We dug in, and my mood improved as my blood sugar rose. Lauren and Syd didn’t look like the food did them a lot of good. Whatever it was really had them down. Finally human again, I couldn’t wait any longer. “Okay guys, why do you both look like kicked puppies? I’m ready for the bad news.”

Sydney leaned over and topped off my wine before pushing up her glasses. She gave me a sad smile and then glanced at Lauren, hesitating.

Lauren piped in, always willing to be the peacemaker, the go between, and the bearer of bad news. “The landlord sold the building. We have thirty days to move out.”

I sat upright. “What? He can’t do that.” I looked back and forth between them. Syd would know this was illegal, right? She was an accounting student. She knew these kinds of things. Maybe.

Syd shook her head. “He can. Our lease is month to month, with either party having the right to cancel the agreement with thirty days’ notice. He’s given us thirty days, so he’s within his rights.”

“Ugh!” I moaned and threw myself back against the cushions. Could I go to bed and end this craptastic day before something else happened?

Lauren scooted closer to me and put her hand on my leg. “Don’t worry. I’m sure something will work out. Things always work out in the end, just not always the way we’d expect them to, you know?” She nodded enthusiastically, her bracelets jangling.

Syd, definitely the more practical of my two friends, snorted. “No hippy dippy dreamer crap tonight, Lauren. Kara needs reality. We all do. And the reality is, we need to find a new place or we’re screwed.”

Lauren shrugged and gave us both her best Luna Lovegood smile. “I stand by what I said. Things always work out the way they’re meant to.”

I gulped my wine and stared at them both. I just hoped we weren’t meant to be homeless.

Chapter Two

Jack

Before my alarm could go off, I was woken by the unmistakable prod of a stiff cock in my back. My partner Teddy was a champ of the morning erection—lucky me. I wriggled against its insistent thickness, and Teddy sighed a little snore. My sexy professor wasn’t even awake yet.

Snuggling down under the covers I grinned to myself. What a way to wake up. I pushed back on Teddy again and he wrapped his arms around me. The crook of his elbow curled around my face, and I turned my head to inhale his spicy scent. The dark hairs on his arm tickled my cheek and I wrapped my arm behind me, around his neck and ground into him hard.

By now my own cock was throbbing and for a moment I directed my attention to its straining plea for pressure. How long could I go without touching my cock before I couldn’t take it anymore? I rested my head on one arm, and held Teddy’s neck with this other, and made myself into the world’s most insistent little spoon.

Teddy inhaled a long luxurious breath and let it out with a hum. “Is this my wakeup call?” His deep voice, even in a whisper, resonated, and an electric shock vibrated through me. My cock ached.

“You woke me up—stabbing me in the back.” I tipped my head back and he kissed me, a light good morning brush on the lips. I slid back against him again, enjoying the length of his cock sliding against the crack in my ass and up against my lower back.

Teddy pulled me closer and matched my rhythm. “How are we doing this morning?” he breathed into my ear as he reached around, expertly slid his hand down my stomach and into my pajama pants.

I inhaled quickly and my heart pounded as he wrapped his hand around my cock. He slid his thumb up and over the tip, and little stars exploded inside me. I was so ready for his touch.

“You like that?” he held me tighter and I ground back, thrusting against the slide of his cock in my back and into the grip of his hand with my cock.

“Fuck yeah,” I said, pleasure rippling through me.

Teddy rolled me toward him and pushed me flat on my back. I slid my pants off, and Teddy lowered himself over me. His dark hair fell down over his face and his deep brown eyes glittered with desire. I rocked my hips up to meet him. Our cocks slid together, pinned by the hard planes of our stomachs. I smiled to myself as I ran my hands over Teddy’s large lean muscles. Years ago, I’d introduced him to the gym, and he’d introduced me to NPR. We were both better for it.

I slid my hands down his round firm ass. Those squats were really paying off. I thought I’d gotten the better end of that deal. I wouldn’t tell him that though or he’d make me read The Economist or The New York Review of Books.

“Earth to Jack,” Teddy thrust his hips and all words left my mind.

“I’m here,” I said, ripping my attention back to the tall, dark and handsome naked god before me. “Let’s frot,” as if we weren’t already doing exactly that.

Teddy quirked his eyebrows and pulled me closer. “Fuck yeah,” he said and covered my mouth with his. His lips parted mine and our tongues grappled with pure masculine desire.

He thrust against me and I pushed back, the feeling of his thick cock against my own felt like lover perfection; both of us feeling pleasure at the same time, both contributing to the friction. Pressure built inside me, rolling up and down my spine and down into my legs. We had this down to an art form. I knew Teddy’s body inside and out and he knew mine.

We grunted and rutted, chasing the climax, perfectly in rhythm and precision. “Yes!” I cried, every muscle in my body headed for maximum tension. Teddy smiled against my neck and increased his speed, and I chased that feeling, higher and higher, until we both came together. Ropes of thick cum mixed on our stomachs, sealing us together, and sliding us apart.

Teddy leaned over me and kissed me again. “That was divine,” he murmured in my ear and I grinned. I loved my professor boyfriend.

He flopped over and laid on the bed next to me. We both stared at the ceiling, dazed in the afterglow of morning sex.

Morning sex was the best.

After evening sex.

Okay, any kind of sex was the best.

“Stay awake,” Teddy growled in my ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”

My eyes widened and I nestled toward him. “You’re not?”

“You’re a very dirty boy, and I need to wash you off.” He ran his hand down my chest and stomach, skimming his fingers on the sticky cum growing cold in the morning air.

“You’re dirty too,” I countered, delighting in his game.

He tickled his fingers down my hips and onto my thighs and back up, lightly stroking my skin. Little pinpricks of goose bumps popped up along the trail of his fingers. They weren’t the only things popping up. My cock throbbed, already coming back to life. Teddy skimmed his fingers along my length and then down around my balls, finally sliding his finger down into my ass crack.

That did it. My cock was rock hard.

“Shower time,” Teddy said and pulled me to sit as he edged himself off the bed. “Let’s go.”

No matter how many times we made love, no matter how many times we fucked, no matter how many times he touched me, the prospect of more delights with Teddy, my grumpy, intellectual, sexy boyfriend, never failed to excite me. He was also a little unpredictable, and I loved that too.

Needless to say, I put my hand in his and allowed him to drag me into the shower.

* * *

“Do I get you today?” Teddy asked from behind his New York Times. He was the only person I knew who had the newspaper delivered—physically delivered—to his doorstep anymore.

“Sorry, I have to go do that theater project today, remember?” I cracked some eggs into the frying pan, pushed some bread into the toaster, and watched the clock. That shower was extra long. Worth it, but definitely long.

“Today? They need it done on a weekend?” Teddy shook the paper a little, irritation in his voice.

“We have to do it when the campus is pretty much closed, remember? Can’t hit the college students with debris.”

“Hmph,” Teddy said.

“I’ll come back as soon as I can—we still have most of the weekend together,” I reminded him. Teddy acted so independent and intellectual, but he hated me gone on weekends. I didn’t love it either. Weekends were our time. We both loved our home life and together time and cherished it. But sometimes you had to go to work on a Saturday and knock down a building. That was just how it was.

Teddy folded his paper and lined it up carefully with the rest of the folded sections. “Fine. I guess I’ll go to the farmer’s market and get some yard work done,” he grumbled. “Those weeds aren’t going to pull themselves.”

I bit the inside of my mouth and smiled. I wanted to say, “What weeds?” but I knew better. What Teddy really wanted to do was re-trim the perfect hedge he was cultivating in front of our house. I didn’t mind. I loved having a perfect yard as much as he did.

I slid the eggs out of the pan, put them between two slices of toast, and wrapped the whole affair up in waxed paper. Extended morning sex meant breakfast on the road. I poured coffee into a to-go coffee mug and gathered up my briefcase.

“Love you,” Teddy said, tipping his head up. I kissed him on the lips and banged out the front door.

* * *

My team was already waiting for me on the job site. I taught them well. If you were on time, you were late.

“You’re late,” Evan, my best team lead, said as he pointedly looked at the time on his phone. I grinned at him, and he raised his eyebrows.

“That good, huh?” he asked, chuckling.

I grinned again, and he rolled his eyes in a good-natured way. “Lucky you,” he said.

“Absolutely,” I shot back and turned my attention to the job in front of us. We roped off the area and made sure there were no cars or vehicles present. Once we were positive it was secure, the crane operator fired up his rig and swung the wrecking ball.

No matter how many times I saw this, the little kid inside me loved it. The ball swung a few times, and then made impact. There was lots of loud crashing, banging, glass breaking, and wood and brick crumbling.

This all played out in front of me like a giant surreal screen because I could barely hear it. With jobs like this, we all wore protective ear foam. One day of loud construction work wouldn’t deafen you, but many days, over time, would.

Just as the ball was going to swing again, something moved in the corner of my eye. My heart stopped in my chest. A young brunette woman appeared in the cloud of dust. She ran out of the building with a panicked expression, wearing what looked like thin pajamas and cartoon slippers. A duffel bag was slung over her shoulder. What was she doing in the building? In her panic to escape, she was headed straight into the path of the ball.

There was no time to lose! I jumped over the rope, ran like hell, and tackled the girl, throwing her to the ground before the wrecking ball could hit her. She reacted, but this was life or death, so I used all my strength to overpower her. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us both out of the way just as the ball swung right over us.

She stiffened and her eyes widened at the sight of the giant ball whooshing overhead. Finally, it slowed and came to a stop. I lay there for a moment, panting, still holding her. She wriggled against my grasp.

“Let go of me!” she yelled. Her body pressed and pulled against mine, and those thin pajamas didn’t hide anything. I was suddenly aware of every curve and muscle she had, and in that instant my every nerve reacted to her body against mine. She felt so damn good.

Feeling like a creep, I immediately let go of her and pushed myself away. I’d grabbed her to save her life, not feel her up.

“Are you fucking stupid?” The crane operator screamed. “You could have been killed, and I would have been controlling the death instrument! I didn’t sign up to kill people!”

The girl’s mouth opened and closed as she blinked fast, tears streaming down her cheeks. I pushed myself to stand and extended a hand to this damsel in distress.

She considered me for a moment, with bright hazel eyes, wide open and searching, and then slid her slim hand into mine. Something thrilled inside me. It had been a while since I’d been with a woman, and this girl was doing all kinds of things to my senses.

I pulled her to her feet and looked down at her bunny slippers. My eyes traveled up over her thin Betty Boop pajamas, the duffel bag in her hand, and settled at the messy bun of dark hair on top of her head. “I’m sorry, miss. Did we disturb your sleep?”

She nodded, pressing her lips together. “Please...please don’t tell on me. I’ll go.” She looked around wildly. “I think a bus is coming soon, and...”

A bus? She was taking a bus dressed like that? In bunny slippers? “You don’t own a car?”

She shook her head again. “I sold it last week to pay for the deposit on my new apartment, but it was a scam. I showed up with my stuff and the key didn’t work. I asked the super, and he said the people who lived there were on vacation...” She pressed her lips together again, tears welling up in her eyes.

“You got conned,” I said, my voice soft and sad for her.

She nodded. “Yeah, so...” she twisted around with one toe pointing down in the dirt, rotating her hips with the nervous effort. I tore my eyes up and kept them on her face. “Now I’m homeless and carless. But I’m still alive thanks to you, right? So, yay?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. Why did I feel like this was my problem? I couldn’t leave a woman in need, even one so distractingly beautiful. It wasn’t her fault she was gorgeous and made my cock swell. I could feel it, growing inside my pants, filling up all the extra real estate. I held my clipboard in front of my crotch and took a deep breath as I fished in my pocket with my other hand.

“Here, take my keys. Go nap in my truck while I deal with a few things.”

I pointed to my truck and held the keys out. She stared at the keys and back up into my eyes. “But why would you help me? My own friends haven’t even been able to help. You don’t even know me.” She narrowed her eyes, looking straight into my soul with skeptical eyes. “How do I know you’re not just some creepy perv?”

I grinned and pushed the keys into her hand. “Look, I’m not a creep, I promise. My name is Jack and I have a home nearby. I live there with my boyfriend, okay?”

I couldn’t miss it. Her face visibly changed when I said ‘boyfriend,’ even though it was subtle and she tried to hide it. She looked a mixture of relieved and disappointed. I didn’t know how I felt about that, but at this point whatever it took to get this girl safe and get the job done was just fine. I forged ahead.

“He’s a professor here and can probably help you with some on or off-campus housing on Monday. In the meantime, you can come home with me. Haven’t you ever heard the old Chinese proverb that if you save a life, you’re responsible for it? I’m just protecting my karma. Now go wait in the truck, please?” I pointed to the truck with the keys and gave her my most imploring look.

She thought for a moment, biting her lip in the cutest way, then abruptly nodded and smiled. “Okay, Jack. Since you have a boyfriend, I think I’ll be safe. I’ll just go wait in the truck. Oh, and I’m Kara, by the way.”

I tried not to watch her walk away, her thin pajamas fluttering in the morning sunlight. Thank god she’d been sleeping in a bra. Otherwise, I really would have looked like a pervert. A girl like that probably had a boyfriend. Though, if she did, where was he in her time of need? Did he know she was sleeping in the drama building? Maybe she was the kind of girl who wouldn’t tell a guy she needed help, and he didn’t know.

My cock twitched again, protesting the absence of Kara’s body pressed against mine. It was only for a moment, but it had been a while since we’d brought a woman home. I was obviously ready for some more and taking it out on this poor girl. I should talk to Teddy about doing that again.

Oh shit! Teddy! I pulled out my phone and sighed. This would change our weekend plans. I motioned to my crew to get back to work and walked off to call my boyfriend and explain to him that I was bringing home a surprise guest.

Chapter Three

Teddy

So much for our weekend alone together. All I needed was a student in my house—as if I don’t spend enough time with them already. Shit, what if she was one of my students?

No way. What were the odds of that?

I shook my head. Focus on the task at hand—putting away all of the spoils from the farmer’s market.

Bananas went in this basket, apples in this basket, asparagus here. A place for everything and everything in its place. Cypress Springs had several farms on its outskirts, and right now my kitchen was the beneficiary.

I kept meaning to plant a vegetable garden but really, why would I? I had world class produce right here from the farmers market, and I didn’t have to get my fingernails dirty to get it.

Jack’s low rumble carried from the garage and through the house. As much as I itched with curiosity, what I wanted more was to clear this mess. Put away the produce, stash the locally farmed and harvested honey in the pantry. Wipe the counters, renew this kitchen to spic and span.

Everything put away, I neatly folded the reusable bags and stored them on the bin inside the pantry shelves. Nice and neat.

I kept working, and soon I heard the unmistakable clomp of Jack’s boots on the wood floor. I loved how he looked in his work clothes, like a hot construction worker porn fantasy come true. Except Jack was not just a pretty face, he had the degree and the brains to go with it.

But in that moment, I was in no mood to admire his just-off-the-job, working-man-in-the-sunshine hotness. He’d brought a student home and disrupted our weekend.

I kept working, knowing what would come next. Jack never gave up on me, even when I was moody.

Jack’s arms slid around me from behind and he dipped his face lower to kiss my neck. Just his touch thawed me, a tiny bit. I couldn’t help it.

“Our guest is settling in. I told her to take a shower and freshen up. Then she can come down for an early lunch.”

I leaned back in his embrace. This was how I liked to spend my weekends. In Jack’s arms.

Jack nuzzled me and continued. “She hasn’t eaten, I assume, since she was in her pajamas in the theater building.”

I opened my mouth to say something, and then thought better of it and snapped my lips together.

“What?” Jack wheedled. He kissed my neck again and my core thawed a little more. I loved Jack, but sometimes he exasperated me. But maybe that was one of the things I liked about him. He was the yin to my yang; the light to my darkness.

I shook my head. “No,” I started to say.

“Remember the rule. Honesty,” Jack reminded.

I hated it when he was the more mature one. “You didn’t just bring her home because she turned you on?”

Jack chuckled low in my ear, and a shiver ran up my spine. “You know me so well, but no. I genuinely felt bad for the girl. I’ll let her tell you her story, but basically, she had to find a new place and got scammed by one of those fake apartment rentals we’ve been hearing about. She sold her car for the deposit too, so she’s good and screwed. I’m hoping you can help her find housing. She’s a grad student.”

I turned around and faced Jack, searching his face. He was telling me the truth. I shook my head. “That’s rough. The dorms are for undergrad students only.”

Jack’s blue eyes crinkled with obvious relief when he saw that he had my attention now. He had such a good heart. I slid my hands around his waist and pulled him closer to me. “I’ll ask around and see what can be done. In the meantime, she can stay in our guestroom.”

Jack put his hands on my chest and smiled. “Really? Are you sure? A moment ago, you seemed upset about this.”

I searched the rugged face of my lover, my partner. Just because I was more cynical, more guarded than he was didn’t mean I was always right. I’d learned sometimes I just had to follow his lead. I shrugged. “I just wanted you all to myself today. But, if you trust her, that’s good enough for me.”

Jack slid his arms around my neck and pulled me close. “I love you.”

I leaned in and breathed in his sunshine and wood scent. My cock stirred and I gripped him to me as I growled in his ear. “Not that I dislike this, but why aren’t you at work?”

Jack sighed and melted into our embrace. “I left the crew at work while I brought here to get her settled, I figured I’d introduce you, eat some lunch to help her acclimate, then go back once I knew you wouldn’t scare the poor girl.”

I pulled back and feigned innocence. “Who me? Scare a student?”

Jack raised his eyebrows. We both knew I tended to do just that sometimes.

“Does this girl have a name?” I asked with a smirk.

Jack framed my face with his calloused working hands and kissed me. “Yes, her name is...”

The blood drained from my face, and other parts too as I looked over Jack’s shoulder.

Oh, shit.

Her.

“Kara?”

“Yeah, how did you know?” Jack asked, astonished. He caught the look on my face and turned around.

The girl—Kara—looked equally horrified. Her face was white as a sheet and her arms hung at her side like she was a voodoo doll without a job to do.

Jack stepped back and asked in a dry voice, his gaze flicking back and forth between Kara and me. “I take it you’ve met?”

Kara shook her head, her mouth a little o shape. Finally, she managed, “I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I can’t stay with Dr. Dickman—I mean—Dr. Whitman!”

Jack burst out laughing and I pushed him away from me.

Kara’s extra white face turned dark red. If I thought I was embarrassed, this girl had shown me up. Served her right. She deserved to be embarrassed.

Dickman? What kind of disrespectful piece of trash nickname was that? This girl wasn’t just a student. She was my TA.

My TA I had to keep at arm’s length because she was just so...never mind what she was. It didn’t matter what I thought. Especially if she called me things like that! Did all the students do that, or just ungrateful teachers’ assistants?

I opened my mouth to ask her exactly that when Jack interrupted. “Do you guys really call him that? That’s funny as hell! Dickman!”

Traitor.

“It’s rude and inappropriate,” I said. I pulled further away from Jack and looked around the kitchen. Surely, I had missed something. Why had I put the lemons out? Of course, they would spoil before we could use them. They had to go into the refrigerator. I needed to take care of that right then. Enough with this ridiculous conversation.

Jack laughed harder as he watched me rearrange the refrigerator to make room for the lemons. Actually, this whole fridge needed to be scrubbed down. Anything to avoid the awkwardness sitting at my kitchen table. Sitting there because Jack told her we would feed her.

Goddammit.

My shoulders sagged and my manners won out. Besides, I had too much dignity to let this girl see me angry clean. I could always do it later. I pulled the makings for sandwiches out of the fridge and started to spread them out on the table.

Kara looked like she wanted to run away. Do it. Run. Get the hell out of my kitchen. I can’t handle your energy at work and at home too.

She bit her lip and looked back and forth at me and Jack and pushed her chair back. She stood up and looked around, like she was trying to figure out the fastest way out of the room.

Wait. Don’t run!

Jack caught her hand. “Hey, hey,” he soothed. “Don’t be weird. Just sit down and eat some lunch.” He gently pulled her back to the table and pushed her chair in.

Frustration bubbled inside me. The one student I’d kept walls up for all this time was sitting in my kitchen, holding hands with my boyfriend. And damn but if she didn’t look like she belonged there.

I paced. Rage, jealousy, desire, and excitement all coursed through me at once.

Get a grip.

Biting back a groan, I sliced a tomato with fast controlled strokes.

“What kind of sandwich would you like?” I asked, dragging my gaze up to hers. “I’m sure we can figure out something you’d like.”

Jack’s eyes met mine for a split second, and I knew he could tell I was breathing hard. I just had to get through this. This girl was not just some ordinary random woman we picked up for a night of fun. She wasn’t the kind of girl you never thought about again.

This girl was special.

No, this girl was trouble.

One thing at a time. First, we’d feed her. Then we’d see.

Chapter Four

Kara

“Jack has to get back to the job site, and I have some work to do, so I’m afraid I can’t entertain you. Why don’t you work on your dissertation?” Dr. Whitman cleaned up the kitchen from lunch with maximum efficiency. He had everything done almost before I could get up from the table.

I opened my mouth and looked around. I figured I’d offer to help with the dishes, but Dr. Whitman was already wiping down the countertops.

“That’s a great idea!” Jack exclaimed. He looked relieved that his partner hadn’t thrown me out of their house. Or maybe I was projecting that perception based on my own fears.

I chewed on my thumbnail. “Yeah, uh, crap,” I said, more embarrassment blooming through me. This day just had me in one predicament after the other.

They both raised their eyebrows and I flailed my hands in the air. This felt like a confession and I cringed as I said the words. “Dr. Whitman, I left my backpack in the theater building. I thought it was an earthquake, and I just grabbed my duffel bag and ran for my life. It’s probably long gone.”

Dr. Whitman’s eyes widened and he moved, cat-like, across the room and sat in a chair by me. He leaned forward, this topic of utmost importance to him. “The building didn’t burn down. We can find your papers. Right, Jack?”

Jack leaned against the counter and folded his arms. “I can find anything,” he said. “Besides, depending on where you left it, that part of the building might still be intact.”

I searched between their faces, trying to hide exactly how much I was cringing inside. This day was just one long slow-motion montage of mortification.

“Tell Jack where your backpack is,” Dr. Whitman urged. “And call me Theo in my home. You should still call me Dr. Whitman at school, but here, please call me Theo.”

I opened my mouth and closed it and then gathered my composure. “It’s in the old prop room. That’s where I was sleeping, uh, Theo.”

Jack shook his head. “Man,” he started to say.

I sat forward in my seat. “It’s not so bad if you don’t mind a little dust. And spiders.” I looked between them and grinned. “Or wrecking balls.”

Theo cracked a smile and I felt a little ray of relief. He always seemed somehow annoyed with me. Like he kept me at arm’s length because—well, I wasn’t sure why. I’d been a TA before in my life and none of the other professors had treated me as coldly as Theo did. The smile warmed me a little, and I glanced at Jack.

He was smiling at Theo in unguarded adoration.

These two were so cute. It was a privilege to see such a relationship up close. I didn’t want to feel too voyeuristic, however, and I snapped my attention back to the topic at hand.

“It’s red, and...”

I thought better of mentioning the Hello Kitty zipper pull or the Doctor Who patch. I already felt completely immature next to Theo. I didn’t need to highlight my weirdness.

I shrugged. “It’s red. It’s not like the room is full of backpacks. You’ll see it.” I just hoped the wrecking ball deterred any thieves. Not that anyone wanted to steal my dissertation notes.

I leaned back in my chair, exhausted from the one-thing-after-another feeling of this day—and the days before it. “I’ll figure out what I’m going to do and get out of your hair,” I said. I didn’t know what that was, but I’d figure it out.

Theo looked at me sternly. I knew that look, and I shrank back in my seat. Jack moved around to the back of my chair and put his hand on my shoulder. Moral support. Thank you, Jack.

“Kara,” Theo said, absolute authority in his voice. I swallowed hard.

“Until you have permanent lodgings, you’ll stay with us.” His dark eyes bore into me and I stared back, pinned down by his gaze. “It’s ridiculous that my TA was sleeping in a prop room when we have a perfectly good guest room.”

Jack squeezed my shoulder. “He’s right. And, I’ll get your backpack. Don’t worry sweetie.”

Both Theo and I glanced up at Jack as he said “sweetie” but he seemed unconcerned as he grabbed his keys and headed for the door. “You two behave while I’m gone,” he said, and the door clicked behind him.

Theo’s eyes widened and my heart pounded as Jack’s words hung in the air. You two behave. What on earth did that mean? Theo shook his head, clearing away the spell as he stood.

“While you’re waiting for your notes, I have some papers you can grade,” he said.

“Sounds great,” I rushed. Whatever just happened felt too awkward and I wanted out on the other side of the moment. Grading papers sounded wonderful. Nice, boring, predictable papers. I’d be occupied, unable to carry on a conversation, and I could drift away into the work.

Theo led me into his home office. It was a sunny room full of bookshelves. A leather couch with two flanking leather armchairs faced a fireplace. In one corner sat an enormous desk piled sky high with papers. I blinked at the mess.

Theo shrugged and waved his hand. “Papers are different,” he said. “I work my way through them, they go back to school, and there they are organized.”

I turned around in a circle, admiring the wall-to-wall books and the smell of paper, books, and leather. A smaller desk sat in the other corner of the room — its surface was pristine like no one usually used it.

“This is where you’ll work,” Theo said, indicating the smaller desk. He rushed to pull out the chair for me, and not knowing what else to do, I plopped down into it. Stiff and uptight in our normal dealings, Theo would never do something so chivalrous on campus. No, Professor Whitman was stiff-necked and… well… kind of a dick. It was interesting to see another side of him.

Theo rubbed his hands together and walked a little too quickly back to the larger desk. I leaned back in the chair, testing the way it swiveled back and forth and reclined. This was definitely a nicer spot to work than in his office at the school. Sunlight streamed into the room and little tiny particles of dust floated through the air, sparkling in the light.

Theo bent over his desk and rifled through his files. I couldn’t help but notice his incredible ass. Tight and round and not your typical professor at all. It made sense that Jack was, well...jacked. But Theo was a mystery.

Don’t ask him if he works out. Don’t ask him if he works out.

His shoulders rippled under his shirt, and his broad chest reminded me of a swimmer or a gymnast. How did he do that?

Theo turned around and his expression told me he’d caught me looking. He frowned and carried the stack of files over and dropped them on my desk. “I don’t expect you to get this all done today,” he said. “But this is what is backlogged, and you can get a good start on it.”

I nodded, unable to speak, my cheeks burning. Sure. Just stare at your gay boss’s ass, in his own home, when he’s taken you in from the streets. Good move, Kara. He handed me a black pen and a red pen and went back to his own desk, digging into his own pile of work. Okay, so I guess we wouldn’t be talking, just working. Good.

Work will save me. I can just grade papers and not think about how awkward I am.

I threw myself into the task, and the clock on the wall ticked back and forth.

My absorption didn’t last long as I became keenly aware of Theo’s eyes on me. I glanced up, and he looked down. The air hung between us, thick and full of possibility. I bit my lip and leaned over my work, determined to focus.

I felt his eyes again. I won’t look up. I won’t look up.

This time Theo sighed loudly, loudly enough I couldn’t pretend to not hear it, and put his papers away. “Come, Kara. Let me show you my garden. We need to stretch our legs.”

He wasn’t wrong, and I’d been perched on my chair in a most un-ergonomic way, but this friendly gesture didn’t seem like the Dr. Theo Whitman I knew. Who was this guy? There was definitely more to him than I’d realized. What was he up to? I followed him into the dining room, trying desperately not to stare at his broad and muscular physique.

Eyes up, eyes up. Up on... those shoulder and arms. Gah.

I was wound way too tight. I needed a drink. Living with someone else—drinking might not be an option for a while. I just needed a little something to help me. To help me not be awkward. Or to help me not realize I was being awkward. I’d take either.

Theo paused in the dining room. Deep in thought, I almost crashed into him. He turned to me, amused. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

My mouth dropped and Theo raised his eyebrows before I could rearrange my face into a more detached and carefree expression. I must have succeeded in looking insane, based on Theo’s reaction. “Something wrong?” he inquired.

I shook my head and swallowed hard. Don’t tell him you were looking at his muscles. Say something else! “No, I was just thinking I’d nearly murder for a glass of wine.”

Sure, joke about murder. Because that’s better.

Theo chuckled. “I appreciate the passion, as I feel the same way about a good wine, but murder won’t be necessary. I very much enjoy breathing, and I’d very much enjoy sharing a bottle of wine with you. I hope you don’t mind red. I’m afraid I don’t have any white chilled right now.”

I shook my head in the negative, mesmerized by the elegant glassware and bottles organized into the dining room cabinet. “Red is fine,” I breathed. “I don’t know that much about wine, so I’m not picky.”

Theo saw me looking and grinned with pleasure as he pulled a bottle of red out of the wine rack in the dark cupboard. “I love initiating newbies. Let’s start with a Pinot Noir.”

I swallowed hard. Initiating newbies.

Theo continued. “I admit I’m a bit of a snob, but it makes the experience that much richer. I just found something new—I want you to try these glasses I found.”

He produced two immaculate goblets and wiped them with a white cloth he’d magicked from the cupboard. I’d never seen anything quite like them. They had long elegant stems, a wide bowl, and long straight sides angling in.

“I know that different wines go into different glasses, and believe me, I have them all.” He indicated the vast collection lined up in his cupboard like trained and glistening multi-sized soldiers. “But I’ve discovered these Zalto universal glasses, and I must admit I’m a tad obsessed. I’d love to hear what you think.”

My heart bloomed. Theo was so animated, so natural and raw. This was the real him, taking delight in something so pure and real as the shape of a wine glass.

“I don’t know a lot,” I said, wanting to drive that point home. Inside, I was begging him to not ask me any more questions I surely wouldn’t have an answer to.

Theo looked at me sideways, with a lopsided grin on his face. “That’s precisely why I want to hear what you think. Your impressions will be raw and honest. Untouched by preconceived notions or affectations.”

He produced a shining corkscrew, and expertly popped the top off the bottle, his cheeks flush with the ritual pleasure. He pulled out an aerator and slowly decanted the wine. It was almost reverent, like a prayer, or a ritual. My cheeks flushed feeling as though I were witnessing a private, almost intimate moment. My heart sped up as the light red wine bubbled into the container.

“This helps the wine breathe and allows the flavor to become what it was meant to be. Have you ever had an Amarone?”

I shook my head no, fascinated by the wine flowing into the sparkling container. It had been in the dark all the time, and now it was glowing in the sunlight—a light almost thin red color that sparkled like a freshly polished ruby.

“Do you have a favorite kind?” Theo pressed. “Something you prefer to buy? There is no wrong answer here—unless you say Yellow Tail.” He winked at that last part.

My mind went blank and my cheeks burned. We didn’t drink that, but it was like my brain had stopped working. “Uh,” I stammered. “I usually buy what I can afford, which isn’t much.”

Theo’s dark eyes crinkled around the corners with what looked like...kindness? “Ah yes, the plight of the college student. I was there myself once. But not all good wine is expensive, and not all expensive wine is good. Don’t be shy. Is there a kind you prefer?”

What did I buy? Sitting in the apartment with Syd and Lauren, what did we usually drink? “Lauren prefers white, and I prefer free, so that’s what I usually drink. Free. But when I buy on my own, I usually like blends, or wines from Australia or Argentina.”

I had no idea why I liked wine from those places and prayed he didn’t ask me. Of course, I was working on my dissertation. If I hadn’t learned to bs my way through a high-minded conversation, what were all my years of school good for?

“Blends are good,” Theo said, thankfully not interrogating me. He picked up the now-aerated decanter and poured a generous amount into each of his special goblets.

“Every grape brings something to the glass, and sometimes having more than one or two gives you something that is greater than the sum of its parts. And three, well… sometimes combining three kinds of grapes can give you something quite extraordinary—something beyond what any traditional blend or single grape could ever provide.”

He turned, holding the full glasses, and his eyes searched mine. I fell into their dark intensity, and despite my efforts to prevent it, my breathing quickened. Just when I thought I would pass out from the tension, Theo handed me a glass and announced, “Before you drink, I want you to smell it, like this.”

He swirled the wine in his glass, dipped his nose into the opening, and inhaled.

How on earth would I pass this test? But I did the same, and the aromas filled my senses.

“What do you smell?” Theo pressed. “First impressions.”

“Cherries?” I glanced up at him.

“Good, good,” Theo crooned. “What else?”

I sniffed again. “Berries? Like...not strawberries. Raspberries.”

Pure pleasure flushed on Theo’s face, and a matching heat bloomed through me. Why had I never done this with wine before?

“Anything else?” Theo asked. “If not, it’s okay. You’re doing great”

This time, instead of nervousness, I fell into the sensual indulgence with gusto. I knew this. It was easy if I focused. “Cranberries,” I breathed.

“Fuck yes,” Theo’s eyes burned through me, and his lips parted. “Now we drink. Tell me what you taste, Kara. Don’t hold anything back from me.”

He held up his glass and clinked it oh so lightly with mine. The goblets made the most exquisite sound. I felt naked, vulnerable, and completely alive. His attention had never been so completely on me before, and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. I avoided Theo’s gaze and focused on tasting my aerated special decanted one-of-a-kind goblet Pinot Noir.

The acidity rolled over my tongue. I’d never had wine this good, I was sure of it.

I dragged my eyes back to his, watching me taste and swallow. He stared at my lips and bit his own. My core blazed. “What do you taste?” He asked.

“It’s tart, like lemonade, but not lemonade flavor,” I stammered.

Theo moved closer. “On the front of your tongue?” he reached out and touched my lips with his finger. A shiver ran up my spine at the foreign touch. He’d never so much as seemed to notice me in the past, and now the intimacy of this moment was almost more than my nervous system could handle. I inhaled and nodded.

“Don’t be shy, Kara,” he whispered, and withdrew his finger. “What else? List them off, without thinking.”

I tasted again. So many flavors. I closed my eyes, rolling the Pinot around in my mouth. “I taste what I smelled, the berries. And... vanilla.”

“You’re a natural,” Theo breathed. He was so close, I could feel his gravitational pull.

“Something spicy. Like, clove. Or, leather?” I opened my eyes and checked with Theo.

He was beaming. “That’s my girl,” he said.

My girl? I blinked and took a step back. Theo raised his hand, as if it were no matter.

“Come with me,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye. “I have something to show you.”

I followed him onto an immaculate patio surrounded by a lush backyard. White gravel walkways wound around plant and water features and led to a rolling green lawn. A formal rose garden featured prominently on one side of the property. I wanted to get closer and smell them all.

“Those are my babies,” Theo said, pointing to the thorny beauties.

“I love roses,” I breathed. “People think they are cliché, but I love them.”

Theo grinned and slid his warm palm into the small of my back, and for a moment my heart skipped a beat. “I’d love to show them to you.”

We crunched along the walkway, and a bird sang in the near distance. It was hard to focus with Theo’s hand in the small of my back. It was such an intimate and possessive gesture.

Why was he doing this to me? He was gay and taken, not to mention my professor. Maybe it didn’t mean anything to him? Maybe I was reading too much into it because he was so attractive, and being so nice to me, and this wine was giving me a pleasant happy glow?

I didn’t have too much time to think about it, because before long I was absorbed in the details of Theo’s rose garden. He chattered happily, telling me about each one, and what made it special and unique. He also told me how to prune them, which I already knew, but he had some tips and tricks I’d never heard before. He knew some things that even my grandma didn’t know, and gardening was her passion.

I noticed a jacuzzi in the other corner of the yard. It was sheltered under a gazebo and looked like the perfect spot to wind down after, well, any kind of day. Knowing how conscientious Theo was with his roses, and his wine, and the kitchen, and his job, not to mention Jack’s construction skills—I had no doubt the jacuzzi would be in top working order.

Noted. I wondered how often they used it.

Theo never took his hand off my back during the whole yard tour. Maybe it was a gay thing I didn’t know about, or just, I didn’t know. A Theo thing. A possessive Theo thing. He probably did it to all the girls who stayed in his house after narrowly avoiding death by wrecking balls.

All I knew was that I liked this new and improved Theo, probably a little too much. I could handle his hotness when I thought he had a terrible personality. But this connoisseur, this eager teacher, this appreciator of all things beautiful, and most importantly his desire to share these things with me, made him off-the-charts hot.

Willingness to teach and share made him the opposite of a snob. How could I possibly not fantasize about him now? In the past, I’d easily pushed aside any attraction I’d felt because he was a dick. But now? I didn’t have it in me to pretend—even if only to myself—that he wasn’t sex on a stick.

I wanted him to teach me anything and everything.

His touch on the small of my back burned through my clothes, and the blaze traveled up and down my core. My panties were drenched. I was so aroused, with his wine nose, I worried he could smell it on me.

But he was gay, right? He’d be impervious to that.

I stood with my legs pressed together, willing my clit to stop throbbing. That just made it worse.

What the hell was wrong with me? Theo was my boss and my professor.

“You seem distracted,” Theo said. “Are you all right?” He leaned over me and by instinct, I stepped closer to him. He moved his head closer to mine and inhaled deeply.

That thick feeling fell over me, and all I wanted was for him to take me, to be as close to me as he possibly could.

“Kara,” he breathed.

I tipped my head and looked up at him as he stared down at me. He examined my lips and then dragged his lower lip through his teeth, dampening his mouth. Was this happening? This was really happening. My breathing went jagged as he bent down and pressed his full lips to mine.

Exhilaration zipped through me like a shot, and my panties went from wet to soaked. I wanted to drag him closer to me, I wanted to grind myself against him, I wanted to throw us both off that cliff and freefall into naked ecstasy.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do this. What was happening? How could this be?

I pulled back just as he’d begun to gather me into his arms and held a trembling hand to my mouth as I stared at him in shock. Theo seemed like he was still in the moment, still searching for more kissing.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, when I heard a voice. “Now, isn’t that a sexy thing to come home to...”

Chapter Five

Jack

Right after I interrupted Kara and Teddy’s kiss, a phone rang.

“It’s mine,” she flushed. She fumbled in her pocket, and then rushed past me into the house.

Amusement bubbled up in my chest. I leaned against one of the patio pillars and folded my arms. “Looks like young Kara was saved by the bell,” I teased.

Teddy shot me his yeah, right look. “She’s not that young,” he grumbled, trying to hide a smile.

“No? How old is she?” I laughed. Teddy always gave me such a hard time when I picked the young ones. I couldn’t let this go by without giving him grief over it, and he knew it.

Teddy shrugged. “I don’t know. I think twenty-five?”

I chuckled. “Mmm, twenty-five. Definitely legal. Still, she’s a decade younger than us. That qualifies her as young.”

Teddy met my gaze and raised an eyebrow. “Okay, but what do you think?”

“I think I want to know if her lips are as soft as they look,” I said, moving closer to my sexy boyfriend. My cock stirred just thinking about him kissing her luscious lips—and the possibility of me doing the same.

Teddy grinned hard, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking over my left shoulder.

I lowered my head and grinned back. “Let me guess. She’s standing right there?”

“She is,” Kara said from behind me. “Would someone explain why two gay men are discussing how my lips felt when one of them kissed me?”

Unable to control my mirth, I turned and faced Kara. “Yeah, Teddy. Explain to young Kara why we were discussing her lips.” Usually, Teddy let me do most of the picking up and socializing. No way was I going to let him off the hook. Not when my high-minded professor got to her first.

Teddy shot me a conveying he knew exactly what I was doing, and then he raised an eyebrow at Kara. “Considering that you’re from a generation that despises labels, I find it amusing that you are labeling us. Have you never heard of being bisexual?”

This was my favorite part. I watched as realization dawned on Kara. She looked back and forth between us, and she blushed hotly. I couldn’t resist, and besides, Teddy had his turn. I pulled her into a hug, enjoying her breasts pressed up against my chest, and shot a playful glare at Teddy.

“Hey, no being a—what was it the kids call you? Dr. Dickman? Yeah, no being a Dickman at home. Now, Kara,” I said, tipping her chin up with two fingers and looking into her sparkling hazel eyes. “Teddy and I are in a relationship, yes. But we do sometimes bring home a third to keep things interesting.”

Kara’s eyes widened, and if the bisexual revelation wasn’t exciting to watch, this one definitely was. Her lips parted and the hot blush she’d started before turned into a scarlet burn all over her cheeks. She was adorable.

I pulled her a little closer and her heart beat fast against me. I dipped my lips to her ear and in a low rumble said, “I think it’s safe to say that we’re both attracted to you, but we won’t push you into doing anything you’re not comfortable with.” I glanced up at Teddy who had that glazed look he gets when turned on. He nodded, almost imperceptibly. Go on.

“But if you’re interested, so are we.”

God, she smelled so good.

Kara pushed back against my chest with her palms. “B-but Theo’s my professor,” she stuttered.

I quirked an eyebrow at her. “Theo?”

“I thought Dr. Whitman was too formal at home,” Teddy protested.

“Yeah, but Theo? Come on, Teddy. Now that you’ve kissed her, you can’t be Theo.”

Kara looked back and forth between us, not quite sure how to respond.

I gently slid my hand around her wrists, her hands still pressed against my chest. “He can be Theo at work. Or Dr. Whitman. Under this roof, his name is Teddy.”

Teddy raised a finger and opened his mouth to protest. I put my other hand up. “I don’t want to be confused by two names at home. It’s weird.”

Theo shrugged. “Fine, but I’d better not hear that used on campus. And if I may clarify, you are not my student anymore. Now you just work for me. Your advisor is in my department, yes, but I’m no longer your professor.”

Kara’s jaw dropped. “You dropped me from one of my most important classes? What the hell, Teddy? I need to finish this year, this could throw off my whole trajectory!”

Teddy walked toward us, his palms up. “I didn’t drop you, Kara. I would never do that to you. I merely had you transferred to another class. I did it earlier today; I’m sure you’ve probably received an email or two about the change. This just removes any conflicts of interest. Now there are no moral clauses keeping you from, er, dating me.”

Kara stiffened in my arms and stared at him.

Teddy wasn’t always the smoothest. His intellectual awkwardness sometimes got the best of him. This was up there with his greatest hits.

I slid an arm around her shoulder and rubbed her arm, not too handsy, not too pushy. I had to soothe this poor girl—obviously, we were coming on too strong. “We’ll talk later,” I said. “For now, let’s have another glass of wine and discuss our dinner plans.”

Chapter Six

Teddy

Dinner with Kara was uneventful. It was if we’d never mentioned a threesome, and I’d never kissed her. Jack and I agreed, if Kara wanted to act like nothing had happened, we’d have to respect her wishes. I had no problem with a smart and beautiful woman living in our house, one that I’d kissed, and never be allowed to taste more. It would be painful, but I could do it.

Kara was a quick study of the wine and the next night at dinner I introduced her properly to a velvety smooth Syrah. She seemed to like it, but something was off. I hated to ask, given the conversation and lack of follow-through from the day before, but I had to.

Kara sighed. “I’m just not sure how I’m getting to school tomorrow. Remember, I sold my car.”

Jack and I locked eyes. Did she think we were going to make her walk? “You can ride to campus with me,” I said.

She shook her head. “I couldn’t impose like that. Plus, I don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

“It’s no trouble—remember? I had you reassigned, and you’re just staying in our house temporarily.”

Kara swirled the wine in her glass, staring down into the inky redness. “That’s a temporary solution. I need to figure out something sustainable. One where...” She shrugged and shook her head. “Never mind.”

“Now you have to tell us,” Jack said.

Kara’s shoulders slumped. “One where I don’t become a burden.”

Jack scooted his chair closer to her and took her hands in his. “You’re not a burden. We want to help.”

“Besides, it’s literally not even a favor,” I said. “We keep the same hours, work in the same place—we already have the same schedule.

“You’d be doing us a favor,” Jack said.

Kara frowned and looked back and forth between us. “How’s that?”

Jack burst out laughing and winked at me. “You’d keep Teddy company so he wouldn’t be so grouchy.”

“Hey,” I protested. “I’m not grouchy.”

Both Jack and Kara looked at me with incredulous faces.

I waved a hand. “Maybe I’m a little grouchy.”

Jack raised his eyebrows at me as if to say yes, roll with it.

“Yeah, so, if you kept me company in the rides to and from school, I’d be more, uh,” I frowned at Jack trying to figure out what he was trying to pantomime. I shrugged and gave up. “I’d be more socialized.”

Kara looked skeptical but shrugged. “Okay, as long as it’s a favor to you. You’re already doing me a favor letting me stay here. I still have to figure out that issue too.”

* * *

That afternoon I phoned my friend Debby in student housing to see if she knew of any leads for Kara. It’s not that I wanted her out of the house, but I needed to do my due diligence for her. I knew it was a long shot.

“Sorry Theo, everything I have is for undergraduates,” Debby said. “If she wanted to apply to be an RA in the dorms, I could put her name down. Of course, those positions are all full right now.”

“Yes, please put her down in case something comes up,” I told her.

“This must be some student for you to go to all this trouble,” Debby said.

“Sometimes all someone needs is a little hand,” I said. “And I figured it didn’t hurt to ask.” Debby didn’t need to know that Kara was living with me and Jack, or that I’d kissed her, or that I couldn’t stop thinking about wanting more.

“You’re a good man, Theo,” Debby said.

“Don’t tell anyone that,” I said. “I have a reputation to uphold.”

Debby laughed. “I’ll never tell. About the RA position, I’ll keep you posted.”

I hung up the phone and leaned back in my chair. The sunlight streamed in through the windows, which reminded me of how the light had hit Kara just so while she was working in my home office with me. The light had hit on her hair at one point, and I’d been struck with how she looked like a glowing angel.

Even without any sexual adventures, Kara was good to have around. She brought a new angle to our household and got along well with both of us.

I inhaled and sat up straight. Get a grip, Whitman. Kara isn’t into it, and you have to let it go.

I grumbled to myself, rearranged my half-awake cock, and got back to work.

Later that afternoon she was in my car, on our way home from a long day on campus. She tilted her seat back and pulled one arm behind her head, obviously relaxed. I guess her days of Dr. Whitman were over, and I was firmly inside Teddy territory.

“Have you found any on-campus housing leads?” Kara asked. We were at a red light. I glanced over and blinked at the way the seatbelt divided her breasts. She was wearing a thin t-shirt, no bra, and with the afternoon light shining through the window, it was almost see-through. I glanced down and could see the slightly darker outline of her nipples showing through her shirt.

Eyes on the road.

The light turned green and I focused on driving. Not looking at her didn’t help a lot because I could still smell her. I didn’t know what fragrance she was wearing, but it was light and musky and made me think all kinds of indecent thoughts.

I’d have to fuck Jack’s brains out tonight. We both were all kinds of wound up over this girl and taking it out on each other. Neither of us said anything about it—we didn’t want to break the spell and have her leave. We didn’t want guilty expressions in the morning that would give us away.

But were we extra horny lately? Absolutely. Maybe if I just had her once, I’d stop obsessing over it. Get it out of my system. Get it out of our system.

“So, no leads?” Kara asked, an edge to her voice.

I turned and blinked at her. “Pardon me?”

Exasperated, she said, “Housing leads. Have you found any? You were going to look, remember?”

“Oh, yes, that. I inquired, but the only thing available for non-undergraduate students is an RA position. Unfortunately, those are all filled.”

Kara looked disappointed but immediately covered it up. “Thanks for trying,” she said.

“I put your name on a list in case an opportunity comes up,” I said. “You never know when there will be an opening.”

Kara nodded and pulled her legs up under herself.

“You know, we like you at the house,” I started. “You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to.”

“I like it too but I want to leave while you still want me,” Kara said. “No one wants to overstay their welcome.”

My chest pinged and I glanced over at this beautiful and sad girl. I wanted to fix it, I wanted to help her know that we liked her in our house. But, she had only been there a few days. I didn’t know what the future held. And she had a point. We couldn’t keep her there forever.

“We’ll figure it out,” I said. “Let’s just focus on right now, okay?”

Kara nodded. “Okay.”

We drove in silence the rest of the way. Our conversation from the patio the weekend before, the one where we’d offered Kara a place in our bed, hung in the air, unanswered and unaddressed. Kara had decided to deal with that topic by acting like we’d never brought it up. And she’d decided to deal with me kissing her by acting like it had never happened.

She was probably the smarter one. I mean, she was living with us. What if something went terribly wrong, and then she had no place to go?

Maybe she was afraid of screwing up the only place she had to live? Dark dread crept over my chest and I felt like a first-class asshole. Had I interfered with her feeling safe by hitting on her?

Jack was already home when we pulled in, and like the domestic god that he is, he was pulling dinner out of the oven the moment we walked inside.

Kara sank into a kitchen barstool. “That smells amazing,” she breathed.

Jack flushed. “It just now occurred to me that I should have asked if you like fish.”

Kara laughed and shook her head. “I’m not picky, trust me.”

Jack looked up at me and gave me a knowing smile. “That’s good, because Teddy is. And cooking for two picky eaters might be more than I can handle.”

I shook my head and smiled at them both. “I’m not picky. I just like quality.”

Jack threw his head back and laughed and Kara giggled at us both.

“This is quality,” Jack said. “Maple and walnut glazed salmon with couscous and a side salad.” He waggled his fingers with a flourish.

“Sounds quality to me,” I said. “Anyone else want wine?” I opened the fridge and surveyed the choices. I didn’t know what Jack was going to make for dinner, so I’d chilled an assortment of white wines in the fridge.

Kara sat up straight, an eager expression on her face. “Me!” she chirped. “But let me go get ready for dinner first.”

She disappeared into the guest room and Jack put down all of his food preparation utensils and leaned against the counter. “So?”

“What?” I asked, knowing full well what he was getting at.

Jack crossed the room and wrapped his burly construction arms around my waist. “How was your day?”

I bent and kissed him on the lips. Ah, Jack, you are so delicious. My cock stirred and I pulled him closer.

Jack returned my kiss and ground himself against me.

Well fuck. This whole house was a hotbed of sexual tension.

“We’d better not get too carried away, the fish will get cold,” I said against his lips. “And we’re not alone, remember.”

“Not anymore,” Jack said, and gripped my shoulders with his calloused hands. His meaning was clear—Kara was back. “We’ll finish this later,” he whispered in my ear.

I turned around and almost choked on my tongue. Kara was standing in the doorway wearing snug yoga pants and a tight little cami. She padded across the room in bare feet, her hot pink toenails shining up from her pretty feet on the white floor.

While I stood there like a cartoon character who’d never seen a female before, Jack sprang into smooth action and offered her his arm. “Kara, you’re back just in time. May I show you to the dining room?”

Kara gave Jack a Pretty Woman megawatt smile and slid her hand around his bicep. She blinked, but I caught it. Yep, he’s ripped.

Jack grabbed the bottle of Pinot Grigio I’d pulled from the fridge with one easy motion on his way to the dining room. “Let’s get you that glass of wine we promised,” he said, as they disappeared into the next room.

I couldn’t win anyone over with my grace and charm, because I didn’t have any. I had to try to use my intelligence and knowledge to connect. I loved watching Jack in action. Pride in my hot and charismatic boyfriend surged through me, and I followed behind, not wanting to miss a moment of dinner.

* * *

“Did you have any luck helping our girl find housing?” Jack asked me, winking at Kara as he said it.

Our girl.

Kara gave him a Mona Lisa smile and slid another bite of couscous into her mouth.

I swallowed and shook my head. “Sorry, no. I called Debby at housing, and she put her on a list for an RA position, but who would want that?”

Kara laughed lightly and leaned back in her chair. “I know, it sounds awful—but I’d do it. I’ll be ready to defend my thesis this spring so I just need to get through until then. Who knows, by then maybe I’ll even have money saved again.” She looked down and bit her lip.

Poor girl. I knew full well how much she earned for her TA work. It was peanuts, at best. The only way she’d be able to save much of anything was if she didn’t have a lot of her money going out to pay for basic living costs while she finished her thesis.

I put my fork down and reached for her hand. “I know we’ve talked about this already, but I want to get this straight.” I squeezed her hand and her soft hazel eyes met mine. “Stay here. Stay with us. We have the room. I hate to think of you worrying about where you’re going to live while trying to finish your education.” I looked up at Jack for agreement, and he nodded at us both.

Kara shrank into herself and shook her head. “No, I could never impose.”

Jack took her other hand in his, and she looked up at him. “I agree with Teddy,” he said. “Stay with us. It’s perfect! And don’t worry, we won’t hit on you.” He looked at me and back at her. “Unless you want us to,” he laughed.

Kara looked indecisive. I gently squeezed her hand and she briefly met my eye and then looked back down.

This girl was so sure she was a burden and so stressed out. My heart cracked for her.

I refilled her glass. “I insist. You’ll stay. Problem solved. And just think, if you need help with your dissertation, I’m right here at your service.”

Jack, ever intuitive, softly asked, “Do you have family nearby? I’m assuming not, right? Stop me if I’m being nosy.”

Kara shrugged and shook her head as she slumped in her chair. “I forget not everyone knows my story.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Jack soothed.

Kara waved her hand. “It’s fine. Everyone else knows. I can tell you. My parents died in a car crash when I was a kid. I had no other family to take me in so I grew up in foster care.”

“Oh my god,” Jack said. “I’m so sorry.”

Kara nodded, a little too much, like she was trying to control her emotions. She took a deep breath. “So anyway, I managed to get scholarships and financial aid for school. Everything else, I’ve worked for.”

I nodded and squeezed her hand again. I normally struggled to open up emotionally, but my heart ached for Kara. “I lost my parents when I was young too,” I said. “Also, by car accident, unfortunately.”

Kara’s eyes widened and she ran her hand up my arm and squeezed. “I’m sorry, Teddy,” she said. That look in her eyes. I knew it. We knew the pain. The pain you couldn’t explain to anyone else. No one else understood. But she did.

“I was lucky enough to have a godfather to raise me. He’s gone now, but...” I nodded, unable to finish the sentence.

A few beats passed while we all sat together in all the emotions.

“It’s okay,” Kara said, her voice cracking. “You don’t have to talk about it.”

I cleared my throat. “It’s okay. I know. I usually don’t.” My voice felt thin and tight, stretched by feelings. “Anyway, he was a good guy and made sure I had what I needed. I’ll never forget him being there for me—that was something he taught me to do. And I want to be there for you. We want to be there for you.”

Pain flashed on Kara’s face. No one had been there for her, not like Uncle Manny had been for me.

“Kara, please. Let me honor my Uncle Manny’s memory by helping you out until you find another option. We have the space, and we want to do this for you.”

Kara half laughed, half sobbed. “Okay fine, I’ll stay here.”

“Awesome,” Jack said. He did a little victory dance in his seat.

Kara lightly punched me on the arm. “That was a low blow bringing your dead godfather into it.”

I shrugged. “He did the same to me—constantly keeping me in line by telling me what my parents would have wanted.” Remembering how he used to do everything in his power to make sure I grew up right brought a smile to my face. I looked around and realized Kara and Jack were smiling too.

Chapter Seven

Kara

It had been two weeks. Two long agonizing weeks. I’d gone through two sets of batteries on my vibrator. Two! Did Teddy and Jack know how thin their walls were? They obviously didn’t, or they would lower the volume on their sex life.

The first time I heard them, they woke me up from a dead sleep. At first, I thought I was dreaming but no, I was listening to the hottest men I’d ever known fucking each other.

I slid my hand down the front of my pajama pants and pressed on my clit. I just needed a little counter pressure to counteract the throbbing. But the sounds coming through the walls intensified, and before I realized it, I was fingering myself in time to the sounds of their moaning and flesh slapping against flesh.

I bought fresh batteries for my vibrator the next day. I felt like such a voyeur, but was it my fault their sex noises invaded my space morning and night? It had been so long since I’d gotten laid, and it had never sounded as amazing as what was going on in their bedroom. It was so hot and such a turn on, I couldn’t help myself, but no matter what I did for myself, I was unsatisfied.

I needed to be touched. This constant buzzing with sexual need was distracting and interfering with my concentration.

Maybe I just needed to get out of the bubble of the house and school. I needed to see my girlfriends. I pulled my phone out and texted Sydney and Lauren. Time to reconnect with the rest of my life.

We met up the next day in the coffee shop just off campus. The polished concrete floors and shining glass counters bounced warm light around the room. Syd and Lauren were already there, leaning over the cases full of lunch offerings. I walked up next to them and peered into the case with them.

“Are we having eight-dollar sandwiches for lunch?” I asked.

Sydney laughed and shook her head. “Absolutely not. We just like to look. Unless you’re buying?” She quirked an eyebrow in a mischievous look.

“Yeah, no. I wish! I’m saving for a car. Remember, I sold my other one.”

Syd’s face fell. “I’m so sorry about that.” She looked quickly at Lauren and they exchanged guilty looks before placing their coffee orders.

After I’d paid for my own coffee, I returned to our conversation. “It’s okay. How are the dorms?”

“Loud,” Syd said, pressing her fingertips to her temples. “So loud. And full of drama.”

Lauren nodded. “I’m sorry we couldn’t have you come stay with us, but...”

I waved my hand. “No way, that would have been against the rules and then we’d all be kicked out. It’s fine. I found a place to stay. For now...”

Syd and Lauren looked at each other and turned back to me. Their eyes were huge and full of questions. I grinned. “Yes?”

“Are you really staying with Dr. Dickman?” Lauren asked. “What’s that like? Is it terrible? Tell us everything!”

I frowned. I’d come so far in my thinking about Teddy—I almost forgot how I used to feel. He’d be very unhappy if I called him Teddy to my friends, though. “Don’t call him that. Theo’s actually a nice guy.”

Sydney’s mouth fell open. “What?”

Lauren looked between us and narrowed her eyes. “You finally realized he’s hot!” she crowed.

Heat burned into my cheeks and I looked around while the barista called out our names. The last thing I wanted was to be observed talking about this in public. After we’d all grabbed our drinks, I pulled them over to a small table at the furthest corner of the room.

“It’s no big deal. I want to hear about all this dorm drama.”

Sydney raised an eyebrow. She was studying to be an accountant, but her attitude screamed lawyer. “You’re not changing the subject. Tell us how you ended up there.”

I rubbed my fingers all over my scalp and looked longingly at the exit sign.

“Kara,” Lauren said. “You know you’re dying to tell us. Come on!”

“Okay, well you know the old drama building? The apartment I found was actually there.”

“There’s an apartment in the drama building?” Lauren echoed, her big blue eyes confused.

I shook my head. “No, there’s not. But I was sold a fake lease and ended up sleeping there until I could figure out what to do.”

Sydney, always the fast study, figured it out. “But they demolished that building!”

“Exactly,” I nodded. “There I am, fast asleep in the corner of the prop room when boom! Plaster started raining down on me. I jumped up, grabbed my duffel bag, and ran out of the building as fast as I could.”

“Smart,” Lauren said. “I think I might have sat there and cried.”

“So smart, I almost ran into the direct path of the wrecking ball,” I said, starting to enjoy telling this story. “I was wearing nothing but slippers and Betty Boop pajamas.”

“Can you imagine that’s what you’re wearing when you die?” Lauren asked. “I always think about that kind of thing.”

Syd stared at her and then shook her head in amusement before redirecting her attention to me. “So, then what happened?”

“So then this construction guy, he was in charge, he tackled me and saved me from being smashed by the wrecking ball.”

“Ooh, tackled?” Lauren leaned forward.

I nodded, the heat creeping up my cheeks. “Yes, and he’s hot too.”

Syd shook her head. “So why aren’t you staying with him instead of Dickman?”

I raised my eyebrows and grinned. “I am staying with him. And Theo. They’re a couple.”

Both Syd and Lauren raised their eyebrows in unison. “Dr Dick… er… Whitman is gay?” Syd asked.

Lauren leaned back in her chair. “I knew it. He’s so good looking.”

I grinned. “Let me finish. So, Jack—that’s the name of the guy who saved me from the wrecking ball—he insisted I go home with him until I figured out what to do next. And Theo was there.”

“His boyfriend,” Sydney said, connecting all the dots.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Hrmph,” Lauren said. “That’s disappointing. I was hoping you had a sexier story than that.”

I bit my lip and took a sip of my coffee.

“You’re smiling. She’s smiling!” Lauren gasped. “What? You have to tell us.”

Unable to control my face anymore, I let it all out. “So, Dr. Whitman insisted I call him Theo, because otherwise, it was too weird at home. He’s actually a nice guy, I swear.”

“And?” Sydney pushed.

“And he may have kissed me,” I said. My heart pounded from the memory of it. I’d gone all these weeks pretending like it hadn’t happened, like I hadn’t enjoyed it. Saying it out loud to my friends made it suddenly real.

“What did you do then?” Lauren leaned forward and bit her lip as though she were on the edge of her seat as she eagerly motioned for me to continue.

I shrugged. “Then Jack walked in.”

Lauren’s mouth opened wider and she blinked at Syd.

Sydney, all business, laced her fingers in front of her. “What did Jack think of you kissing his boyfriend?”

“First of all, I didn’t kiss Theo. He kissed me. And second...” I looked between my two friends. Would they think less of me if I told them?

Syd made the come here motion with her hand. “Out with it, you know you want to tell us.”

“Jack wanted to know what it was like to kiss me,” I said. “And then Theo offered me a threesome.”

This last bit sent Lauren into a coughing fit.

Syd sat still, unreadable. She was definitely accountant or lawyer material. No doubt about it. “You should do it,” she said, her eyes glittering.

“What?” It was my turn to be surprised.

Sydney nodded with conviction. “You should definitely do it.”

“I expected to hear something like that from Lauren, but from you? You’re so proper and by the book. You are advising me to have a threesome.”

Lauren giggled and she glanced at Syd in delight. “It’s always the quiet ones,” she said.

Syd raised an eyebrow and took a long pull on her coffee. “You only live once. It sounds like they’re bisexual, and open to that kind of thing. Just think how good it could be.”

My core flushed and I crossed my legs in protest. “I don’t know. It seems like a bad idea.”

“Pfft,” Sydney waved her hand. “When are you ever going to have another chance to experience this?” She waved her finger back and forth in the air at both me and Lauren. “No, drunk frat boys don’t count. We’re talking about men here. Men who probably know what they’re doing.”

My breathing deepened and I envisioned both Teddy and Jack naked. Together. With me.

“Exactly,” Syd said. “Seize the day.” Both she and Lauren had glazed looks in their eyes. I probably had the same face. Two men at once. What would that be like?

I shook my head to clear away the haze. “He’s my boss, and I’m staying there. It seems like a terrible idea. What if something went wrong?”

Syd shrugged. “Whatever,” she said, her voice light. “I bet you’re pretty frustrated by now. How many sets of batteries has your vibrator gone through?”

I narrowed my eyes, trying to hide my smile. Syd knew me so well.

Lauren nodded and chewed on her thumb. “If you do it, you have to tell us all the details,” she said.

I straightened back and tilted my head back. “I’m not going to do it. There won’t be anything to tell.”

* * *

Sydney’s words echoed through my mind all day, even as I was at the campus bookstore buying another set of batteries. You only live once. They probably know what they’re doing. Seize the day.

I clutched my bag of purchases close to me during the drive home with Teddy. We didn’t always talk in the car, but usually, I wasn’t so quiet. I couldn’t think of anything normal to say, so I stared out the window and imagined the possibility of sex with him and Jack.

“How was your day?” Teddy finally asked me. He hated small talk, so he must have sensed my unease.

“Do you ever use that hot tub in your backyard?” I blurted out.

Teddy’s eyes widened and he grinned. “Sure, we do. I take it you’d like to soak?”

My face burned and I pushed ahead. Seize the day. “I thought maybe we all could?”

Teddy raised his eyebrows and he flashed me an enormous unfiltered smile. “Let’s do it,” he said, and sped up a little. Suddenly he was in a rush to get home.

Chapter Eight

Jack

I looked forward to Teddy and Kara coming home every day. I’d always looked forward to Teddy, but now Kara with him added a new dimension of greatness. And she somehow calmed him down a little by the time they got home.

It wasn’t that Teddy was a raging monster or anything, but the stresses of the day tended to pile up on him and he would be a little grouchy by the time he got home. These days, he was a lot more relaxed and loose, and they’d tumble in the door all smiles and ready to see me.

Something was different about today.

“Need any help with the salad?” Kara asked the moment she walked into the kitchen.

Teddy was right behind her. Something was up. I glanced at him and he gave me his important look and motioned for me to follow him.

Kara was already rummaging through the fridge and pulling out salad ingredients. I admired her round little ass, and Teddy grabbed my hand and pulled me out into the back yard.

“What’s going on?” I asked, glancing back toward the house.

Teddy put both hands on my shoulders. “She’s ready.”

My eyes widened and Teddy nodded, a huge smile on his face.

“Ready?”

“She wants to get in the jacuzzi,” he said. He started toward the hot tub. “We need to fire it up.”

I trailed behind him. “Teddy, wanting to get in the jacuzzi doesn’t mean she’s ready for us.”

Teddy nodded. “Yes, it does. She said she’d like to soak. With all of us.”

The blood drained out of my face and went straight to my cock. I’d not allowed myself to think of Kara’s ripe body since that day I’d tackled her in the parking lot. But soaking in the hot tub? The three of us?

“This was her idea?”

Teddy put both hands up. “I assure you. She brought it up. She said the three of us. I didn’t push her.”

I put my hands on my hips and shook my head. “Well, how the fuck am I supposed to get through dinner now?”

“She might still be a little skittish. We have to play it slow. She might just want to soak in the hot tub, and that’s it,” Teddy said. “Test the water.” He grinned at his own pun, and I rolled my eyes in a good-natured way.

I ran my hands across my stiff cock trapped in my jeans. “I’ll get the hot tub going if you’ll go back in and pull dinner out of the oven when the timer rings. I gotta cool down before I’m fit for dinner anyway.”

Teddy looked relieved and moved aside for me. Mechanical things were not his strongest suit. Me, I can fix and maintain anything. Hell, I’m the one who installed this jacuzzi. I watched Teddy’s lanky body speed-walk across the lawn and back into the house. I could see him and Kara interact through the kitchen window. They looked so easy and friendly together. She really was good for him; good for us.

I tinkered with the tub, willing myself to think about filters and water pH. I couldn’t go walking into the house with a full erection. I didn’t want to scare the girl away. After making sure everything was just right, I set it to heat up. We had a little time before it would be to temperature, hopefully, Kara wouldn’t change her mind during dinner.

When I got inside Kara was already seated in the dining room. Teddy shadowed me as I walked to the sink to wash my hands. “I think she’s still into it,” he whispered. He traced his finger along my neck and I shivered.

“But she takes the lead,” I said. “No pushing her.”

“You’re the one who offered her a threesome.” Teddy slid his hands up and down my upper arms.

I leaned back. “Really? You’re the one who kissed her.” I shook my head. Usually I was the one making all the moves, but Teddy had surprised me, and probably Kara, with his impromptu kiss in the garden.

Teddy grinned. “No regrets. You’ll see.”

“If you two don’t get in here, I’m going to start without you,” Kara called.

Our eyes locked. My imagination instantly went to a different image of Kara “starting without us.”

“Perfect gentlemen,” Teddy said, and kissed me emphatically. “That’s what we are.”

“Always,” I said, adjusting my half-hard erection in my pants.

Until the moment she asks us not to be.

Kara was extra animated through dinner. Tilting her head, flipping her shiny brown hair, touching our hands. We hadn’t had anything to drink yet, so we couldn’t blame it on the wine. It was all her.

She was wearing this little flippy halter dress that plunged well below her cleavage. I tried not to stare at that space between her breasts. I wanted to kiss it. Taste it.

My cock throbbed in my pants, and I had to will it to at least half-mast several times. This girl—there was just something about her. When the meal was over, Teddy jumped up and started clearing dishes.

Kara rested her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her fists. “Tell me about your work,” she said. “I’m not clear exactly on what you do.”

I smiled at her. “You know I knock down buildings.”

Kara laughed lightly, tipping her head back. Tendrils from her loose ponytail played across her shoulders. “That much I knew, but surely you must do other things. For example, do you ever build anything?”

“Of course. I oversee all kinds of construction projects.”

“He worked his way up,” Teddy chimed in. He was back and looking through the wine cabinet.

Kara raised her eyebrows. “Is this true?”

I shrugged. “Somewhat. I started working construction when I was a teenager and never stopped.”

Kara’s eyes widened. “And now you’re in charge?”

Teddy held up a bottle of red wine and three glasses with question marks in his eyes. I nodded enthusiastically at him.

I turned my attention back to Kara. “In charge? Not hardly, but I’m not the bottom of the totem pole either. It wasn’t just on-the-job training. I have a degree in civil engineering.”

I grinned as Kara processed this fact. I worked outside a lot, had developed a healthy tan, and was good with my hands. This made people assume I wasn’t the classroom type. I didn’t love going to school the way Teddy and Kara obviously did, but I’d done okay.

“He also has a masters degree in project management,” Teddy said, a smile quirking at his lips. He was doing his whole wine ritual, and Kara and I both watched him with interest. The wine was always good when Teddy was in charge.

I checked Kara’s reaction, but she looked preoccupied. Worry lines creased her face.

“Are you okay?” I reached out and held her hand. It was so small in my palm. So delicate and smooth. What had her so unhappy?

Kara chewed on her lip and avoided eye contact. Teddy stood on the other side of the table, watching, stock still. Was our Kara okay? Finally, she blushed and looked up slowly, a pained expression on her face.

“I just realized my swimsuit is in my storage locker.”

She looked so upset. I couldn’t let a thing like that ruin our planned evening, but I wanted her to be comfortable.

I kept her hand in mine and pulled her to her feet, crowding us together until we were chest to chest. I was half a head taller and much broader. I felt even larger and burlier than usual. I was the bigger between me and Teddy, but Kara—she was so much smaller. I felt like even more of a man next to her.

Her breasts pressed up against me and I reveled in her female-ness. Teddy, who’d been watching with hooded eyes, came around and stood on the other side of Kara. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear so that I could hear, “How about if we leave the patio lights off and just go au naturale? Jack and I love to do that when we use the tub.”

Kara shivered and tipped her face up to mine. I didn’t know if it was the suggestion of going naked, the fact that she was sandwiched between two virile men on the prowl, or the feel of Teddy’s whispering in her ear, but her dilating pupils told me all I needed to know—she was on board.

My heart pounded with desire. “Can I taste your lips, Kara?” I whispered. “I’ve been jealous of your kiss with Teddy… jealous because he got to know how your lips feel and I didn’t.”

Kara sucked in a breath, but she didn’t break eye contact. She tilted her head up further, and pressed herself against me, telling me yes. Her eyes fluttered shut, and I closed the distance and pressed my lips against hers. She was every bit as sweet as I imagined.

Chapter Nine

Teddy

It was like a dream, watching Kara kiss Jack. Of course, we'd shared women before, but Kara was different. She was someone we knew, someone we'd been living with. Someone we liked. Someone we... well... someone who was... Kara.

Jack broke the kiss and took one of Kara's hands and I reached for the other. She looked up at me with those big hazel eyes and slipped her small hand in mine.

My eyes met Jack's and the fire flashed between us. This was what we'd been waiting for. Neither of us wanted to break the spell.

I turned off the patio lights, true to our word, to keep it dark for Kara, and we walked outside, hand in hand. A chain of lovers.

It wasn't completely dark, however. The light of the moon shone down on the backyard, illuminating the broad leaves of the plants, the smooth edges of the patio furniture, and the bouncing water in the jacuzzi.

We walked across the yard together, anticipation building in my chest as we got closer to the steaming tub. Kara let go of our hands and peeked at us shyly through the sides of her hair before she quickly slipped off her dress and panties. Her smooth female shape glowed in the moonlight as she quickly climbed into the tub.

Jack and I, however, were not shy. Knowing Kara was watching us turned me on even more. I reached for my burly blonde lover and unbuttoned his shirt, reveling in every moment of the anticipation. Finally, I lifted and pulled his shirt off his shoulders and admired his muscles in the moonlight.

I ran my hands up his thick beefy torso and stopped to pinch his erect nipples. Jack picked at my buttons, quickly pulling my shirt apart, and slid his hands up and around my neck.

I turned to smile at Kara before sliding one hand around Jack's neck and the other down his stomach.

I palmed his stiff cock, smiled at Kara's sharp intake of breath, and pulled Jack's lips to me. He responded immediately, opening his mouth and tangling his tongue with mine. We kissed, deeper and deeper, the need swirling inside me.

Fuck. We'd done this so many times before, and it was always hot, but having Kara there drove this to the next level. I unbuckled my pants as we made out, and then turned my attention to Jack's fly.

The metal clinked and the leather whooshed through the fabric, and I slid my fingers around Jack's waistband, admiring his tight muscles and rounded ass, and slid his pants down. His thick cock sprang up and I grabbed it between my hands.

I wanted to keep going, but I wanted to involve Kara more. We quickly disrobed in the full moonlight, and fully erect, climbed into the tub.

I sat on one side of Kara, and Jack sat on the other. She looked at us both and smiled shyly.

"Hi," she said.

I scooted closer and put my arm around the edge of the tub behind her. Jack came up the other side and sat sideways to face her. Kara blushed and softly laughed a nervous but excited giggle.

I made eye contact with Jack and he gave me his most devilish smile. I scooted behind Kara and slid my hands along her shoulders and down her arms and back up to her bare neck. Her hair was pinned up with loose tendrils cascading down and sticking to her neck in the hot steam.

She sighed and I leaned in to softly kiss her shoulders, her neck, and behind her ears. Her skin prickled and she shivered and moaned in response. She tasted divine. Like the sweetest strawberries and the musky flavor of vanilla ice cream. I couldn't wait to taste all of her. She would be the most delicious dessert.

Jack moved forward and slid his fingers up under Kara's chin. He held eye contact with her for a moment and then kissed her. At first Kara remained still, allowing him to take the lead, but then she reached out and slid her fingertips up his biceps, feeling the bumps and valleys of his thick muscles while they made out.

I tasted her neck again, and she turned around to face me for a kiss. She was ready for me and her tongue met mine immediately. I groaned and pulled her toward me as I slid a hand up to cup her full breast. Her nipple pebbled under my touch and I marveled at her curvaceous beauty.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and Jack came up behind her, sliding his hands low in the water, over her bare hips and ass. She kissed me harder and pushed herself up against Jack. He picked her up and eased her down to straddle my lap.

Fuck. My rock-hard cock pressed up against her belly and she slid against me.

This new position sat her higher in the water and she was bare in the moonlight from the waist up, her lower half covered by the swirling eddies of the hot tub water. I broke the kiss and focused on her perfect breasts, covered in sparkling drops of water, erect nipples begging to be touched and sucked.

Jack came up behind her and ground himself against Kara's ass. She sighed and pushed herself against me and him at the same time. I tilted her so that her clit could grind against the base of my cock, and she moaned in pleasure.

Jack wrapped his arms around me, sandwiching Kara closer, and we slid against each other, pushing the pleasure higher and higher.

Kara ground hard into me, seeking release—so close. As she pushed against me, rising up, Jack pulled her off of me, holding her up in the water. He nodded at me and I moved forward, putting her knees over my shoulders. Kara gasped and reached behind to grip Jack's shoulders for leverage.

I was finally going to taste her. She arched her back in the water and I slid my hands down her toned but supple legs, running my palms up around her round ass. I held her up, and she spread her legs for me. Her pussy was bare and wide open to me, and I lowered my head and slid my tongue between her folds.

Heaven. Despite the water, she as wet and ready, her juices flowing. I ran my tongue down and into her and then slid it back up, dragging the surface across her hard, little clit.

"Fuck, Teddy!" she gasped, and I laughed, repeating the motion with my laugh vibrating through her throbbing pussy. I felt greedy, tasting her first, but Jack would get his turn. He was holding her head and shoulders up in the water and kissing her while groping her bare breasts.

He was okay with waiting. There was plenty of time for all three of us tonight.

I focused on my work, licking and lapping with my tongue. I held one hand under her, sliding my finger along her ass crack, and with the other I pressed a finger inside her, crooking my finger and sliding it alongside her inner wall. First I was gentle, barely touching, stroking her inside as I licked and sucked her on the outside.

She moaned and swelled under my tongue. She was so close, so, so close. I slid two fingers inside and licked her in a steady relentless rhythm. She thrashed and bucked, and I doubled down on my grip.

Finally, her legs squeezed my head so tight, it felt like her orgasm was flowing into me as well. She cried out into the night as the pleasure shot through me.

Controlling my reactions to focus on her, I followed her lead, slowing my attention until finally I gently kissed her swollen pink pussy and let her float down into the water. Jack let her go and she came to me and wrapped her arms around me. "Teddy," she breathed into my neck.

Jack slid over to us, and Kara let go of me with one arm to wrap around his neck. “Now it’s my turn to do you,” she said to us.

I leaned down and kissed her softly on her swollen lips. “Perhaps after, uh, a brief refractory period? I sort of…”

Kara’s eyes widened and she looked at Jack. He shrugged. “Me too,” he said.

“Just pleasuring you sent us over the edge,” I said, solidifying my grip on both of my lovers. It felt so good to hold them both.

Kara laughed softly and laid her head between us. “Okay, but I still want to make it up to you.”

Jack rumbled a deep laugh. “Don’t worry, babe. You will.” He caught my gaze, and the unspoken words passed between us.

We definitely wanted more.

Chapter Ten

Kara

I tried to climb out of the hot tub with some measure of grace, but my legs wobbled and I pitched sideways. So much for sexy.

“Whoa,” Jack said, wrapping his big arm around me and easing me back down into the water.

I leaned into him, blushing. “Looks like you guys aren’t the only ones who need some recovery time. I think my body forgot how to walk.”

“We got you,” Teddy said. I leaned against Jack and watched him climb out of the hot tub with remarkable agility. He noticed me watching him, and said, “We’ve had practice.”

Jack squeezed me protectively. “Maybe you should sleep with us tonight, you know, so we can keep an eye on you after the heat of the hot tub.”

Teddy stood still and watched for my decision, completely unbothered that he was stark naked. The outline of his body shone in the moonlight, and I tried not to stare at his thick thighs and muscular arms—and other assets.

Jack trailed his fingers up and down my arm and kissed my shoulder from behind.

It wouldn’t be horrible to spend the night with these two hunks. I’d spent so many nights alone in my bed, listening to those two...

“I guess it would be a good idea. I mean, in case I faint from the heat or something,” I said.

Jack pulled me close to him and his loose cock slid up against my backside. “That seems like the safest decision,” he said.

Sure, safe. That’s what it was.

* * *

I woke the next morning sandwiched between them, the foggy heat of the night before had dissipated. Clear headed, I looked at Teddy’s dark five o’clock shadow and Jack’s curled up slumbering form. They looked so at-home. So... together. These two were a couple. What was I doing here? I didn’t belong in their bed.

I was trapped between them, but if I slid down I could slip out without waking them. I inched my way down toward the foot of the bed, trying not to pull the sheets or blankets. We were all naked, and that just added a layer of intimacy to this whole scene.

I wasn’t used to this kind of closeness. Inch by inch I lifted my butt up and crawled down the bed. I got far enough down that my head was even with Jack’s belly button. I willed myself not to stare at his burly construction-man muscles and stared up at the ceiling.

Of course, these two had skylights in their modern beautiful bedroom where I could look up to see the clouds as they drifted lazily by.

“Going somewhere?” Jack murmured, and ran his hand up my hip, along my waist, and rested it on my upper arm.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” I started, trying to think of an explanation for why I was scooted halfway down the bed.

Jack grinned and hauled me up close to him. “You weren’t going to love us and leave us, were you?” He moved a strand of hair off my face and tucked it behind my ear.

I opened my mouth to respond, but my body betrayed me with a flush of desire. Jack felt even better this morning than he had last night, and his erection pressed against my belly, thick and hard. I closed my mouth and looked up into his sleepy blue eyes.

He grinned at me and leaned in for a kiss.

I pulled back. “Morning breath,” I squeaked.

He scoffed softly. “We all have that. Cancels each other out. Now kiss me.”

I couldn’t resist. He was just so delicious. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed my lips. Soft, gentle, meaningful morning kisses. My core ignited and I squirmed against him.

He chuckled and reached around to hold my ass in his palm. “And a good morning to you,” he said, and kissed me again.

Heat and muscle, and another impressive cock pressed up behind me. Teddy’s sleepy voice murmured in my ear. “Am I next?”

Oh God, there are two of them. It was as if my body just remembered. I moaned and turned around to face Teddy. Jack took the opportunity to slide his thick cock against my backside. I slid my fingers along Teddy’s stubble and pulled him in for a kiss. Why was I going to sneak out of this bed? Everything I wanted was in this bed.

Teddy responded to my kiss with one of his own. He slid his hand down my chest and held my breast in his hand. I opened my legs and he slid his cock between my thighs. Fire shot up and down my spine and my clit throbbed. He rocked back and forth sliding against the outside of my wetness while deepening his kiss.

Meanwhile, behind me, Jack bit my neck, pulling a loud sigh out of me. “You know what’s nice about being in our bedroom?” he asked in my ear.

I stretched out between them, luxuriating in the feeling of two men, and two cocks, pressed against me. I could think of all kinds of things that were nice about being in their bedroom.

“What’s that?”

“We have condoms in here,” Jack said, punctuating his sentence by grinding harder against my back.

Condoms. That meant penetration. My pussy throbbed. I’d never taken any cock as big as these two were.

Teddy peppered kisses along my neck and jawline. “Do you want more?” His gentle voice breathed in my ear.

I laughed softly. “Do you guys always wake up horny?”

They both stopped and shared a grin. “How did you know?” Jack asked.

I couldn’t get out of this one. My face burned. “I hear you two in the morning. Almost every morning.”

Jack threw his head back and laughed before he pulled himself back close to me, a big spoon to my little spoon.

“I knew she could hear us!” Teddy exclaimed. Dark concern filled his face as he examined my eyes.

“It’s okay, I said. “I liked it.” The heat intensified on my face. “It was hot.”

“I think it’s hot too,” Jack said, grabbing his cock and sliding his fist up and down the shaft against my ass.” Do you want to join us this time?”

I nodded quickly, ready to stop talking about my eavesdropping and start participating in the fun.

Jack rolled backwards and pulled some condoms out of the side drawer. I had to admit, their preparedness was pretty sexy.

If they made sure they wore a condom with me, they’d wear a condom with anyone.

This was a good thought.

Teddy rolled me onto my back and threw all the blankets off the bed. He gazed down at me in undisguised appreciation.

“You’re stunning, Kara. Beauty, brains...”

“Enough talking,” Jack said, still fisting his cock.

I giggled and pushed my hips up toward Teddy. “Right now, I agree,” I said. Teddy’s gaze darkened and he ripped a condom wrapper open and rolled it onto himself.

A thrill shot through me. I was going to fuck Teddy—my hot professor! And his sexy boyfriend.

“How do you want to do this?” Teddy asked, already lowering himself between my legs. His body seemed to be acting faster than his mouth. I was on the same wavelength. No more talking, no more discussing. Just fuck me, already!

“I’ll ride caboose,” Jack said.

Teddy’s eyes rolled back in his head and he closed his eyes for a moment. “Sounds like a winner to me,” he said.

I opened my mouth to ask what caboose was, but then Teddy caged me in his arms and he enveloped me in his masculine bulk. I opened my legs wider and wrapped them around his thighs.

“Look at me, Kara,” Teddy said, pressing the head of his cock against my needy entrance.

I nodded, my heart pounding. Teddy didn’t just want to fuck me. He wanted to make love to me. I dragged my eyes up his chest and tipped my head back on the mattress to meet his gaze. His eyes were so dark, like the darkest chestnuts fallen at the peak of autumn. Our gazes locked, he pushed inside me. I’d never taken anyone so large before, but he took his time and slowly pushed his way in. I felt stretched, overwhelmed, filled.

It felt so fucking good.

“Jesus, Kara,” Teddy wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. “You feel so good.”

I clung to him, like he was my safety in this turbulent ocean of pleasure. He rocked in and out, and the pleasure climbed inside me. This grouchy professor knew what he was doing.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Jack said. He moved behind Teddy, who tilted me back so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. He spread his legs inside mine and another condom package ripped open. What was Jack going to do? If he planned on entering me, he’d tell me, right? Of course, he would. I trusted them both completely.

Teddy squirmed his hips and his cock jumped inside me as Jack entered Teddy and began fucking him in his ass.

Teddy groaned and pushed into me with the same rhythm. With every one of Jack’s strokes, Teddy fucked me harder into the mattress. It was like being fucked by both of them at the same time. And somehow Teddy felt even larger inside me, like Jack’s addition had made him harder and bigger.

I clung to Teddy and moaned in time to their strokes. “Oh, oh, ohhhh!” I cried, and Teddy growled his approval. The fire intensified and streaked up and down my spine, shooting out to my fingertips and toes, and back again, pooling in an ever-growing blaze.

My heart pounded harder and I panted trying to chase and escape the orgasm barreling toward me. It just felt so good, I never wanted it to end.

Jack and then Teddy picked up the pace, thrusting harder. Jack pounding into Teddy, and Teddy pounding into me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. The climax ripped through me, and I was helpless to slow or stop it. I couldn’t make Teddy or Jack stop fucking me, or even slow down, and the orgasm kept coming too.

My cries turned into screams as I rode the lava wave of pleasure. Teddy roared out, his hips pummeling mine and cock jumping and pumping inside me. Jack was close on his heels. Eventually, their motions slowed and stopped and we all held each other in a long embrace, the aftershocks of our orgasms still undulating between us.

Afterwards, we laid together on the bed, hand in hand, with me in the middle. For the longest time, I was so completely gone that I couldn’t speak. It amazed me that they even had the strength to move when the guys both got up, pulled off their condoms, and threw them in the wastebasket.

“Do you guys always wear condoms?” I finally asked. It wasn’t my best pillow talk, but my brain had short circuited by their expert-level fucking.

Jack chuckled. “No, we get tested regularly and are monogamous, so we don’t with each other.

Teddy glanced over at him. “But we always suit up with a new person,” he explained.

He meant me. I was the new person.

“Since Teddy wore a condom with you, I wore one with him. It just seemed fairer,” Jack said.

I looked between them both. I couldn’t help but find their safe sex protocol cute and sweet. Instinctively, I glanced down at Jack’s cock. I wondered, would I have a chance to feel him inside me too?

Chapter Eleven

Jack

Kara wasn’t just fun in bed in a sexual sense. She was straight up fun in bed. Tangled in the sheets and each other, we kissed and laughed our Saturday morning away.

My eye caught Teddy’s and he seemed to be thinking the same thing.

“This girl’s special.”

We’d never spent the night with a woman. She’d always gotten dressed and left after the sex was over. But even though Kara was the first one we’d stayed with all night, I couldn’t imagine the others would have been as much fun as her, and I’d never cared to find out.

We even curled up together, like a trio of spoons, and looked at Teddy’s phone as he showed us funny dog videos on the internet. It was positively domestic.

When someone’s stomach growled, Kara said, “Was that you?”

Teddy shook his head. “I thought it was you.”

They both looked at me. “I guess I'm the first to cave in to my need for food.”

“You’ve got to fuel those muscles,” Kara teased, and slid her hands up and down my biceps.

Teddy watched on in amusement. “He’s got the best guns,” he told Kara.

I flexed and rolled Kara under me. She shrieked in laughter, and I kissed her neck. Teddy took the other side as we took turns kissing her.

My stomach growled again.

Kara tried to push me off her, but I was too strong. “Your stomach is crying uncle,” she laughed.

“Time for breakfast,” Teddy said. “What would you like?”

“Why am I making breakfast?” I asked, rubbing my arm where Kara had punched me.

“Because you’re better at it,” Teddy said. “Obviously.”

“And miss all the fun?” I looked between Teddy and Kara. I was joking, or was I? I didn’t want to miss out on a single moment.

This was a first. Not only had a woman never spent the night before, but honestly, as soon as the sex was over, I wanted my quiet life with Teddy back. Now I couldn’t get enough of Kara, and never wanted her to leave.

“I promise we won’t have any fun without you,” Kara said. “I’ll even come help.”

“Aww,” Teddy said. “Now we have to put on pants.” He rocked his hips against Kara and she squealed.

“Just put on shorts,” she said. “You’re not going to make bacon, right?”

“I guess not anymore,” I said, grinning at them both until Teddy shook his head in amusement.

“I’ll just wear an apron,” I said. “On one condition.”

Teddy raised his eyebrows.

“What’s that?” Kara said, running her fingers down the hair on my chest. I sucked in a breath and focused on what I was trying to say.

“We will wear boxers and aprons—and nothing else, if you’ll do the same.”

Kara threw her head back and laughed. It was the kind of laugh that makes you laugh too, the kind that comes right from the belly and the heart at the same time. She shrugged.

“Okay. Why not?”

I waggled my eyebrows at Teddy. We could cut fruit for a long time with that kind of view.

“I think we have enough, don’t you?” Kara asked. Her shapely body was barely concealed under the standard issue muslin baker’s apron Kara wore over nothing but a pair of Teddy’s navy seahorse boxers.

I loved Teddy in them, but Kara looked extra great. The navy cotton sateen set off her creamy skin and weirdly, the bagginess contrasted with her smooth nude curves to make a delectable sight in our kitchen.

I started out stealing more than a few glances at her out of the corner of my eyes as I whisked eggs. But then after my work was in the pan and only needing minimal maintenance, I leaned against the counter and unabashedly watched Kara bend and twist in her thin little outfit.

I glanced over at Teddy and he was doing the same—watching Kara work in our kitchen only barely dressed. His thick cock pushed against his green pineapple boxer shorts.

“Nice pineapples,” I said to Teddy, nodding my head in the direction of his stiff cock.

He looked down, grinned, and shifted himself. “They’re the symbol of hospitality,” he said.

Kara glanced over. “You look pretty hospitable to me,” she said.

Teddy slid his hand over his half-erect cock under the bright green fabric. “To you two, yes I am.”

His eyes discovered the semi I was sporting in my shorts. “Looks like we both are here with the welcome wagon,” he said.

“Oooh,” Kara squealed. “Does that mean I get a round three?”

I grabbed her hand, spun her into my arms, and rocked back and forth, pressing my thickening cock against her little ass crack. “Baby, you get all the rounds you want,” I said.

Kara laughed out loud in that easy way she had. “Awesome, but first I gotta eat.”

“Me too,” I said, winking at Teddy. He’d gotten to taste her sweet pussy but I wanted a turn.

* * *

We hauled our breakfast of eggs, buttered toast, and fresh fruit upstairs into the bedroom and ate cross legged on the bed, after taking a moment to strip down again. Breakfast au naturale… the breakfast of champions.

“It’s a breakfast picnic!” Kara sighed happily as she munched on a piece of toast.

“And we aren’t going to kick you out of bed for those crumbs either,” Teddy observed.

“Aww,” Kara said. “I hope not. It’s much more fun in your bed than in little old mine.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Teddy said. He leaned in close and tucked a strand of hair behind Kara’s ear. “You said you heard us fucking.”

Kara’s breathing changed and her eyes were huge. She glanced at me and I crinkled my eyes at her as to say you’re safe with us.

She dragged her eyes back to Teddy and bit her lip.

“You never listened to us and slid this pretty little hand into your panties?” Teddy ran his hand down Kara’s arm and lifted her toast-free hand up under his palm.

Kara barely moved her shoulders in a half shrug and a smile tugged at her lips.

Teddy stroked his fingers against Kara’s.

“You never ran these long fingers against your clit, back and forth, until you drenched your panties?

Kara opened her mouth to respond and Teddy pressed his fingertips against her lips.

“Don’t answer that yet. Jack needs to finish his breakfast or he’ll get cranky.”

“Ha,” I said, chuckling at Teddy’s audacity. We both knew it was Teddy who got grumpy if he didn’t eat his meals on time.

Kara, whose cheeks were a blazing pink, nodded and stabbed another fork full of scrambled eggs.

After all of our appetites were satiated, for the moment, Teddy suggested we all shower together. “It’s a big shower, Jack built it to have enough room for everyone.”

My face went hot, despite myself, and Kara giggled.

“You’re blushing, that’s so cute!” She exclaimed.

I shrugged. “I guess in some ways I’m still a simple man,” and grinned at them both. I was more than just a simple man—but I also knew that being that way got me laid, and I loved playing it up.

Teddy climbed off the bed and pulled both mine and Kara’s hands until we were upright too.

“Let’s show Kara just how fun your custom installations can be since we’re already naked,” he pointed out with a wicked twinkle in his eye.

He pulled us along into the bathroom, a chain of three busily touching and grabbing and laughing as we went. Teddy turned on the water and adjusted the faucet this way and that to get the temperature just right.

Right as we were stepping into the steamy shower, the doorbell rang.

“Ignore it,” Teddy said. “Who could it possibly be that we need to talk to right now. Nobody, that’s who.”

But Kara twisted away from him and minced across the bathroom floor with wet slippery feet.

“No! My Amazon Prime order is being delivered today! I got an alert on my phone yesterday saying it would be delivered today. That must be it!”

Teddy shook his head in mock exasperation, clearly amused watching naked Kara bounce across the bathroom looking for something to put on.

“As much as I’m enjoying the show, here, put this on,” I said. I threw her one of my old college t-shirts and a pair of my basketball shorts that were much too big for her.

She slid them on, and they clung to her damp skin. I raised my eyebrows. This show wasn’t terrible either. Teddy raised his eyebrows at me. He was enjoying the effect too.

“You look so small and adorable in my clothes—like a little waif,” I said. “Not at all like a woman about to get her PhD.”

Kara’s mouth opened, from the look on her face to give me a fake retort, but then seemed to think better of it, because she stuck her tongue out at us both, and ran downstairs to get the door.

Since she was coming right back, we climbed into the shower and got down to the business of scrubbing ourselves clean. That way when she came back we could focus on her. I pulled Teddy over to me, mid shampoo, and kissed him hard.

His cock swung against mine and a happy jolt shot through me. I loved him, and I loved our life together, and I was loving this time we were spending with Kara.

Enough time passed, Kara should have been able to grab her package, open it, admire whatever it was, and come right back upstairs. We finished showering for real, and then hung around in the water a while, waiting.

Still, no Kara.

Teddy frowned, a look of concern on his face, and he turned off the water.

“Let’s go see what’s going on,” I said, not wanting to voice any fears about the worst-case scenario. No sense jumping to conclusions. I mean, I did watch her almost get smashed by a wrecking ball. Bad things could happen in the blink of an eye. We both knew this.

We dried off with clean lavender scented white towels, hung them up, and tossed on some clean clothes. We were both shaking the water out of our hair as we descended the stairs and rounded the corner to look into the kitchen.

Oh, shit.

It was my mother. My nosy, pushy mother.

And she had Kara sitting at the kitchen counter, next to naked aside from my old college t-shirt and basketball shorts, serving her coffee. She was probably trying to figure out what this girl’s story was, knowing Mom.

“Mother,” I announced, and Kara turned around, a questioning smile on her face.

“Hi Teddy! Hi Jack! Look who was at the door!”

I stalked across the kitchen toward my mother. “Wow, would you look at that. Imagine the odds. How far did you have to drive, Mom?”

My mom sniffed and refilled her coffee cup. “I’m only twenty miles away.”

“Yeah, but it’s an hour drive during rush hour,” I pointed out.

My smile felt like it was stapled on and the little spots holding it to my face were bleeding. “I see you’ve met our houseguest, Kara. She’s staying with us until her RA position in the school dorms opens up. She’s Teddy’s TA.”

Teddy raised his hand halfway. “Good morning, Ruth.”

My mom looked Teddy up and down and nodded. “Your TA huh?”

Teddy nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Ruth was just telling me about your childhood,” Kara said.

“Was she now?” I asked. My mother was full of stories, not all of them true. Though the true ones were always the most embarrassing.

“I didn’t get that far,” my mom said. “Just getting to know your…houseguest,” she said. “Imagine my surprise ringing the doorbell and this beautiful young girl answered. I didn’t know what to make of it!”

My mom loved drama. If she couldn’t find any, she’d make it. She also loved embarrassing me. I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction.

“So, what are you doing here, Mom? Not that I don’t enjoy your visits, of course.”

My mom waved her hand like it was no matter. “I just brought a rose for Teddy.”

Teddy sprang to life. “Ohhh, Ruth! You did? Which one?”

“The one we talked about, silly.” She turned to Kara. “Teddy’s going to start his royal collection, so I brought him a Lady Di.” She pointed to a bundle she’d left on the chair. It literally looked like a thorny stick with a burlap bag of dirt wrapped around the bottom half of it.

“Oooh,” Kara said. “I love roses! I don’t know much about them, but they are so beautiful.”

My mom smiled in genuine happiness. She and Teddy had roses in common. “That’s all you need to get started—a love of roses.”

“They are so easy to collect,” Teddy said. “I’ll get this planted today,” he told my mom.

“I'm glad someone is glad to see me visit,” my mom raised an eyebrow at me and smirked as she gathered up her purse.

“I’m always happy to see you, I just like to know in advance when that will be,” I said. “You know that.”

My mom shrugged. “What’s the fun of that?”

Kara was sitting with her elbows on the kitchen bar, her chin in her hands, watching our exchange with fascination.

Oh yeah, her parents were gone. And so were Teddy’s. I was being a first-class jerk.

“You’re right, Mom. I do love seeing you, and I love that you and Teddy have a shared hobby. It makes him happy, and our yard beautiful.”

My mother nodded in regal satisfaction. “There’s the boy I raised,” she said, and I stifled the urge to roll my eyes. She turned to Kara. “It was nice to meet you, Kara,” she said.

Kara beamed at her. “Likewise, Ruth. Thanks for making me coffee.”

“Of course,” my mom said. “I learned how to make myself coffee in this kitchen a long time ago. You’d think my son would make it for me, but…”

“Mom, you let yourself in when we were still at work. I don't have a house elf to do it for you.”

My mom tipped her head back and laughed. “Now that would be a surprise. Enjoy the rose, Teddy.”

She stepped up to him and he kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you again for the rose, Ruth,” Teddy said.

If anyone was the bad child around here, it was me. All because I found my mother exasperating.

“Walk me to the door, Jack?” My mother tucked her hand into my elbow and steered me toward my own front door.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, noticing both Teddy and Kara beaming at her.

Once we were out of earshot, my mother turned to me, her eyes twinkling. “Is there anything you’d like to tell me about, Jack?”

I shook my head. Nope, there was absolutely nothing I would like to tell my mother about. No way.

“Just an ordinary Saturday, Mom. Same old, same old.”

I opened the door for her and walked my mother to her shining Jaguar. She loved that old boat. It was a beautiful car, if you liked big floaty machines.

She handed me the key and I unlocked the door and opened it for her. She turned and kissed my cheek, and then patted the kiss down with her fingers.

“Son, if you want anyone to buy that story about that girl just being a houseguest, don’t let her answer the door wearing your clothes and sporting hickeys on her neck.”

I opened my mouth and closed it again, unable to think of a single thing to say. Kara had hickeys? When did we do that?

My mom climbed into her car and gave a little wave as she roared away, and I realized Teddy and I had spent the last several hours fucking one of his students, and that my mother knew about it.

Chapter Twelve

Teddy

Something about Ruth’s visit really put a damper on Jack. He came back in, muttered something about needing to go work, and left. Our magical morning was over.

After her visit burst our bubble of whatever good juju we had going with Kara, we all scattered to our various corners. Kara retreated to the office to work on her thesis, I graded papers, and Jack worked on his truck. It wasn’t a terrible way to spend a Saturday morning, but not the great way I’d been hoping for before we got our unexpected visitor.

Kara didn’t sleep in our bed the rest of the week. Life went back to normal, except this time there was a more somber tone to our household and I wasn’t sure why, except it obviously had to do with Ruth’s visit.

I didn’t know what she had had said to Jack, but he often got subdued after one of her visits. I’d learned a long time ago to just wait it out, and then he’d be fine.

After a week like this, I wanted the magic back.

The next Saturday morning I snuggled up to Jack’s warm slumbering form, and held him close. I inhaled his burly faintly woodsy smell, and he stirred, moving closer to me.

This was a good sign.

I ran my hands down his chest, and around his hips and ass. He rocked his hips in his half-asleep state. “Mmm, Teddy,” he murmured. His morning erection pressed against mine, and for a minute I indulged myself in pushing against him.

“Oh yeah,” Jack sighed. I smiled to myself. I loved horny, sleepy Jack. He was so fun. I slid my body down in the sheets and kissed his stomach on the way to wonderland. His soft fur tickled my face and I inhaled deeply.

Jack clutched at my shoulder, and I opened my jaw to take his leaking cock into my mouth.

God, he tasted so good. I wrapped my mouth around him like his cock was the greatest thing in the world—which it was. Jack threaded his fingers through my hair, and rocked his hips in time to the motions of my jaw.

Up, and down, I licked and sucked him and his moaning intensified. Finally, he came in my mouth and I swallowed down every drop. We rested a moment, my face still in his crotch, my arms around his hips.

Jack tapped me on the shoulder. “Your turn,” he said, and hauled me back up to meet his lips. His tongue ran over mine. “You taste like me,” he said. I smiled against his mouth and kissed him back.

He slid his hand down my chest and stomach and gripped my now-throbbing cock. Jack always knew just how to handle me, just how I liked it. He stroked and kissed me deeper, his tongue moving in the same rhythm as his hand.

He reached down with his other hand and cupped my balls, stroking me from the underside as he tightened his grip. My nerves exploded, lighting up my whole pelvis.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned. “I love you Jack.”

Jack chuckled and doubled down on his relentless stroking. “I love you too, Teddy,” he said.

“I’m going to make you come, and I’m going to swallow every drop of you.”

I bucked my hips, back and forth, entirely at his mercy. Jack slipped two fingers back into my ass crack. I knew what was coming, but I couldn’t hold back against it much longer. He rubbed his fingertips against my tight hole in the same rhythm he was kissing and stroking me and pushed me over the edge into oblivion.

“Oh shit!” I roared, as I lost control of the pulsating star at the base of my pelvis. It split wide open, and the pleasure went supernova. The orgasm ripped through me in wave after wave as Jack milked my cock for every drop of fluid. It had been too long, but oh fuck was it worth it now. Jack crawled down and true to his word, licked his fingers and my cock, balls, and stomach clean of every drop.

I quivered under his ministrations, my cock so sensitive I could barely see during the moments he ran his gentle tongue along my buzzing skin. Finally, all done, he climbed back up and pulled me into his arms, a burly spoon to my taller spoon. I sighed in happiness and snuggled back against him.

“Welcome back,” I said, turning and kissing him for a moment.

Jack chuckled. “Thanks. You know how my mom’s visits affect me.”

Skepticism clouded my chest and I furrowed my brow. “For a whole week though?”

Jack chuckled. “Yeah, you’re right. She basically told me she knew we were fucking Kara, and it freaked me out.”

I turned around to face him, resting my head on my arm. We laid face to face, belly to belly, leg slung over leg in our thousand thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. I searched his stormy blue eyes.

“Are you still freaked out?” I curled my toes, hoping his answer didn’t disappoint me.

Jack shook his head and ran his fingers through my bed head curls. “Nah. I just needed a little time to get used to the idea of someone like my mom knowing something like that about me.”

“And you’re used to it now?”

Jack shrugged. “I guess, because that’s the reality, right?”

“I want more of her,” I admitted, running my fingers down his chest, and smoothing my palm over his built pecs. I pinched his nipple, just hard enough to give him a little jolt. “Kara, I mean.”

Jack’s eyes darkened and his mouth curved into a half grin. ‘Me too,” he said.

“Would you be upset if I ever did things with her when you weren’t here?” My heart sped up and my cock twitched against my leg at the idea of having more naked time with Kara.

Jack considered and shook his head. “No, I don’t think so because I’d want to do the same if it were me.” His cock lengthened against mine and we pressed our hips together. “I still want to taste her sweet pussy,” he said as he reached down to stroke both our cocks together.

I groaned and pinched Jack’s nipple again. “She’s so sweet and juicy,” I said. “I want to watch you lick her. I think just seeing that would make me come.”

Jack chuckled against my mouth, and stroked us harder, both of us lost in the fantasy of more Kara.

* * *

Later that day, Kara and I both sat in the home office grading papers. The morning sun streamed in, reminding me what a beautiful day it was. I got up and stood at the window, looking at the side yard.

I loved it over there. An old path made of stones wound its way around the house, and eucalyptus bushes lined the walkway.

“I’m feeling very cooped up,” I announced. “Would you like to go to brunch?” I turned to face Kara who looked at me with astonishment.

She held a red pen in her hand, midair, like she was about to start another page of work. She looked around and ruffled her hand through the back of her hair.

“I don’t know—are you treating?”

I grinned and walked toward her. “Of course, my dear. I’m officially asking you to brunch.”

Kara bit her lip. “Just you and me? What about Jack?”

She was right, it would be more fun with Jack, but he wasn’t around. “Jack’s at work,” I said. “But he knows I was considering this and he’s okay with it, not that either of us have any claim to you whatsoever.”

A smile tugged at Kara’s lips and she tipped her head in thought. “Okay then. Brunch sounds very nice.”

Elation filled my chest. I felt like a teenage boy being accepted for the first time. It was probably because Kara was a student, and younger than me, she took me back to my own younger years.

“Should we leave then?”

Kara laughed. “Let me go get ready. This is a date, right?”

Again, just like a teenaged boy my cheeks burned. “Yes, this is a date,” I said. “Of course, you can get ready.”

Kara jumped up, kissed me on the cheek, and was gone before I could react. I rubbed the spot she’d left, pushing her kiss deeper into my skin.

Her kiss wasn’t all I wanted. That was for damn sure. Was it just physical? Like once we’d gotten her out of our system, we’d go back to normal life? I wasn’t so sure. Kara’s kiss wasn’t the only thing under my skin. Everything about her had gotten to me.

“What do you think?” Kara reappeared in a tiny sundress that somehow managed to be simultaneously innocent and sweet, as well as sexy and revealing. My cock twitched and I willed it back down. I didn’t need to actually behave like a teenaged boy, even though Kara had that effect on me.

“You look beautiful,” I said, and offered her my arm. It was time for brunch.

Kara’s eyes widened when I pulled up in front of Marisol’s—arguably the best brunch restaurant in the state. She glanced over at me and then bit her lip as she gawked at the front of the old money building.

“I always wondered who ate here,” she said.

“We do,” I said, lifting my eyebrows once with a smile. I hopped out to give the valet my key. Another valet had already opened her door, and I helped her out of the car.

She sighed and took in the scene as we walked into the building. Once we were inside, the atmosphere of the room enveloped us in cool, delicious-smelling air. I saw the place through new eyes as Kara looked all around. The walls were covered with signed black and white photos of famous people while the booths had dark wooden table tops and deeply cushioned leather seats that you could sink right into if you weren’t careful.

I put my arm around Kara and she leaned in. She smelled sweet, like strawberries and vanilla, combined with something softly musky. I squeezed her a little and she looked up at me, all smiles.

“Thanks for taking me out,” she said. “I can’t remember the last time I was on a proper date.”

I hit me like a thunderclap. Kara dating. Of course, she would have dated people, and would again. I had no right to her, no claim. Still, something deep inside me stirred with jealousy for any man who’d ever touched her before or would touch her in the future.

Besides Jack, of course. The only thing better than being with Kara was sharing her with Jack.

Kara blinked rapidly at me. “Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?” She looked off to the side, like she was inside her mind. “Is this not a date? You said it was.”

My heart surged for her. “Of course, it’s a date. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re perfect.”

I squeezed her close to me and brushed a kiss against her perfect lips. Once we were seated, I walked Kara through the menu, pointing out what I thought was good and what I thought was overrated. Her eyes had widened at the prices, but I told her not to worry about it.

Jack and I usually stayed in to cook, so when we did go out, we didn’t worry about the cost.

This seemed to satisfy her, and before long we were enjoying the best bloody Mary’s in the state and a mountain of food.

I knew Kara was a smart and interesting girl, but I had no idea how deep that depth went. She was writing her thesis on racism and sexism in horror movies. Talking to her outside of the academic setting, I found that her depth and breadth of knowledge extended much further than I’d expected.

I told her as much and she shrugged. “What can I say, I spent a lot of time reading as a kid. I had no prejudices against any subject, I just pretty much absorbed the written word, anything and everything. Give me a book, and I will still get lost for hours.”

I reached across the table and took her hands in mine. “Me too,” I said.

By this time, we’d eaten our fill. Kara bit her lip again and slid her foot up my leg. “What else do you have planned for our date, Dr. Whitman?”

Despite myself, my cheeks blazed. What the ever-loving fuck? I was a dignified man in my thirties. I tried to squelch that down and play the straight man to her siren.

“I thought maybe we’d walk down Main Street and do a little window shopping,” I said. “See if we can’t find a little something that catches our eye.”

Kara considered and gave me that half smile I’d grown so fond of. “All right, let’s go.”

I paid the check and still feeling mellow from the food and the cocktail, I put my arm around Kara and we walked down Main Street, looking into the shop windows and admiring all the unique items our historic downtown had to offer.

“Theodore?” A male voice called from across the street.

We turned and who should be speed walking toward us, but Austin Pierce, Dean of the Drama Department.

“Hi, Austin,” I waved, and we waited for him to cross the street.

He looked at me, and at Kara, and my arm around her, and quirked an eyebrow. “How’s Jack?” He asked, a little too pointedly.

Austin was friends with both Jack and me, but he didn’t know we sometimes had flings with women. It wasn’t the kind of thing you brought up during a faculty mixer. I was owning this, though, because Kara was special and I wasn’t an asshole. I grinned.

“Jack’s great. He’s working today.” I indicated Kara. “This is Kara. She’s staying with us for the time being. She’s my TA.”

Austin nodded, looked between us, the gears turning in his head. “All right,” he said. “Looks like you two are enjoying a lovely morning together. I won’t interrupt any more of your time. Tell Jack I said hello.”

“I will,” I said, and pulled Kara a little closer to me, in case this interaction had made her feel insecure.

After he left, Kara said, “I think he was more impressed than scandalized.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “I think you’re right. He looked like he was trying to figure out how to have this kind of situation for himself.”

Kara shrugged. “Or maybe we’re projecting because we’re having such a good time…” Her voice trailed off. “Except…”

I turned her toward me and searched her honey hazel eyes. “Except, what?” But in my heart, I knew what she was going to say.

“This was lovely, but it just wasn’t the same without Jack here. I know he was busy, but it’s just so great with both of you together.”

I exhaled, relief washing over me. “I feel the same way. We are a trio, it seems.” Kara nodded, and I lifted her chin and kissed her. “Let’s go home and be with Jack.”

Chapter Thirteen

Kara

After my date with Teddy, we came home and I went to my room to lay down. I needed some time alone, and to nap away that Bloody Mary. I wanted to spend time with Jack and Teddy together and be refreshed when it happened.

I closed the shades and pulled my dress off over my head, crawling into bed in my underwear. The mid-day light streamed around the edges of the shades, giving the room a surreal dreamy look, and before long I fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of the garage door opening woke me up several hours later. I rummaged in my closet and found a different dress to wear, refreshed my face and hair, and tried not to rush down the stairs to see the guys.

Jack was already in the kitchen, greeting Teddy. He looked up and saw me and beamed his big outdoorsy smile.

“Kara! How’s my girl?” He opened an arm and I walked into it for a hug. He leaned me back and planted a kiss on my mouth. “How was your day with Teddy?”

I glanced at Teddy. His eyes met mine and the unspoken agreement passed between us. We both were happy to see Jack. It just hadn’t been the same without him.

“It was good,” I said. “But it felt…incomplete.”

Teddy nodded. “We’re best as a trio, we decided.”

Jack frowned and searched back and forth between us. “Did something happen?”

I rattled my head in a fast no. “Nothing like that,” I said, wriggling into his arm around me.

“We had a great time, but it’s just not the same without you.”

Jack beamed. “Well then, let’s do something with the three of us. I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving.”

Teddy chuckled and I laughed thinking about the mountain of food we’d eaten that morning.

“Brunch was a long time ago,” I said.

“Then let’s go have some dinner,” Jack said. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I’m craving a Bowling Club burger.”

“Have you ever been there?” Teddy asked me, and I shook my head no.

“I guess I haven’t spent enough time exploring the city,” I admitted. “I was just so focused on getting my degree, I neglected everything else.”

“We’re going to fix that,” Jack announced.

“I took her to Marisol this morning,” Teddy said.

“Ohhh, fancy,” Jack grinned. “Then tonight we will wine and dine you at the Low Street Bowling Club.”

“Best burgers on Low Street,” Teddy said.

“And you’re craving this?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at Jack.

“You’ll see,” he said. “Bring a sweater—it tends to get cold at night near the water.”

* * *

“I can’t believe you have your own bowling shoes,” I said. Teddy sat in the backseat with a retro cream and white bowling bag on his lap.

“Have you seen the ones they want you to rent? Or how many people use them?” Teddy asked. “It’s like a Petri dish. No way am I sharing shoes with half of Cypress Springs.”

Jack rolled out a good-natured laugh and glanced up at Teddy in the rear-view mirror. “I got him those for Christmas one year,” he said. “So, he’d go bowling with me.”

Teddy nodded. “It worked. I’m terrible at bowling, but Jack keeps taking me.”

“I’m telling you, I just go there for the food,” Jack said, and I laughed. I leaned back in my seat, luxuriating in the cool leather, a happy bloom in my heart that only seemed to shine bright when I was with both of them.

Teddy wasn’t wrong. He was terrible at bowling. But he kept playing, probably because it made Jack so happy. Jack, of course, was great at bowling and endlessly tutored both Teddy and I in the finer details of how to roll a ball across a wooden floor.

“You’d think it was easy,” Teddy said, lounging back in his seat and popping a shoestring fry into his mouth, “but you’d be wrong.”

Jack came back from taking his turn—another strike—and sat down on the other side of me. “You’re up, Kara,” he said. “But first, tell me, what do you think of the food?”

I looked down at my empty plate. “What food?” I fluttered my eyelashes and patted my stomach.

“Best burger in the state,” Teddy said, picking his up and taking another bite.

He wasn’t wrong about that either. “I can’t believe a bowling alley has such good food.”

“Why do you think Teddy comes with me?” Jack said.

I raised my eyebrows. “To admire the way you look when you throw the ball?”

“I do like how he handles balls,” Teddy said between bites.

Jack coughed on his drink. “Your turn, Kara,” he reminded. “Remember, loser has to buy the winner a milkshake.”

I looked at Teddy who shrugged. “I buy a lot of milkshakes,” he said.

I climbed out of the booth and took my turn, glad the dress I’d chosen wasn’t any shorter. I was still ahead of Teddy but that wasn’t saying much. I utilized the new tips Jack had given me, and actually knocked down all the pins but two.

“Go Kara!” Jack and Teddy called. I did a little curtesy and knocked the last two down with my second ball. I walked back to our seat and high-fived Teddy on his way to the lanes.

“You can do it,” I said. “I believe in your ability to buy milkshakes.”

Teddy threw his head back and laughed. He seemed so relaxed. “I’m happy to give Jack all the milkshakes he wants,” he winked, and much to my mortification, my cheeks flushed hot.

Teddy chuckled and I sat back down and watched him roll his seventh gutter ball for the evening. He dusted his hands as he came back for his ball.

“I think I’ve broken a record tonight. I don’t know why you two keep hitting those pins. They aren’t that hard to avoid.”

Jack and I watched him do it again, and my heart turned over. Teddy showed me a new side to himself tonight, one that I didn’t think was possible; his humor and vulnerability, and his willingness to be a good sport for Jack’s sake…

If I’m not careful, I could fall in love with him.

I swallowed hard. Bad idea. Such a bad idea.

Jack and Teddy were in this for fun. They already had a relationship. I was a temporary houseguest. That’s what Jack told his mother. That’s what he’d said—after we’d all shared a bed. More than once. I went into this knowing that, and his words reminded me not to get too attached. I needed to be careful.

I needed to remember that this was only a bit of temporary fun.

On the way back home, the night was dark and cool. Jack had been right—I did need a sweater. It wrapped around me to both keep me warm and to insulate my heart and thoughts.

I pulled it tight and snuggled against the corner of the backseat of the car. I’d insisted that it was Teddy’s turn to ride shotgun. It also helped remind me that they were the couple, and I was just a traveler in their life.

The rolling back and forth of the car ride relaxed me and I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, I was blinking my eyes at the brightness of the inside of the garage and orienting myself to the noise of the garage door rumbling back down its track.

Teddy held his hand out for me, and I took it for balance to climb out of the backseat, but I did not hold his hand on the way in. I wrapped my arms around myself and made my way to my bedroom. The guest bedroom. The visitor bedroom.

“Where are you going, sweetheart?” Teddy whispered and caught my shoulders and turned me around. I looked down and shook my head.

“Is something wrong?” Jack murmured, coming up behind Teddy. I shook my head again. How could I say how I felt when I didn’t even know myself?

“I thought we were going to bed—I was going to bed…” I started.

“We were hoping you’d come to our bed tonight,” Teddy said. He looked over his shoulder at Jack, who nodded and crinkled his eyes at me in the dim hall light. “If you don’t want to, we’ll respect that.”

I thought, frozen in time. Did I want to go to their bed? More than anything. Could I do it without getting feelings?

Teddy rubbed his thumb on my palm, patiently waiting for my answer.

Neither of them was forcing me to do anything I didn’t want to do. Did I want this?

Jack walked around Teddy and took my other hand in his. I felt no pressure, no coercion. Just patient… love? Or… something. All I knew was I liked it.

Maybe I just wanted to feel more of that right now. I didn’t have to worry about tomorrow. I’d just enjoy what they wanted to give me in this moment. Wasn’t that what I truly wanted anyway? To feel whatever this was, right now, and to steep in it and have this experience?

I looked into Teddy’s deep dark eyes, and Jack’s soulful blue eyes, and listened to my heart.

Yes, it beat. Just be in this moment… take this time and just enjoy these two beautiful men.

I nodded. “I want to spend the night with you,” I said.

Both men beamed and sprang into action. Teddy pulled me into the room as Jack trailed beside me, pressing kisses onto the palm of my hand, the back of my hand, and up my wrist as far as he could push my sweater.

Teddy slid the sweater off my shoulders and Jack pulled it off my arms, kissing my bare neck as he went.

“I still haven’t tasted you,” Jack murmured in my ear, and a thrill raced through me.

Teddy cradled my face with his hands as he leaned down and kissed me. I returned his kiss and parted my lips.

Yes, this was what I wanted. To feel this, to feel them, right now.

Jack unzipped my dress all the way to the small of my back. He ran his fingers between my skin and the bodice fabric, around my waist, and up my rib cage.

Teddy’s tongue swirled with mine and the dual sensations of Jack undressing and caressing me and Teddy kissing me made my toes curl in my sandals. I rocked on my feet a little, trying to keep my balance, and Jack held me closer.

“I got you,” he whispered.

Teddy pulled away from our kiss, just a millimeter “Let’s move her to the bed,” he said.

Jack gripped me tighter and in some kind of expert wrestling move, flipped me off my feet and was carrying me to the bed, bride-over-the-threshold style.

“Oh my gosh,” I squealed. “Put me down!” I wrapped my arms around his neck for support and safety, and Jack leaned down and kissed me.

“Light as a feather,” Jack said and Teddy laughed.

“We won’t hurt you,” he said.

“Unless you want it,” Jack added, and a giggle rolled up through me.

What would that mean? Did I want to find out? Hell, yeah...

“True,” Teddy said, his voice low and husky. “A little hurt’s good.”

“First thing’s first,” Jack said. He laid me out on the bed and tugged my dress off the rest of the way. I laid on the soft blankets, in my lacy pink bra and panties, fully aware that both were completely see through.

“Beautiful,” Jack said, running his hand over his straining erection. He bent down and, holding my ankle in his hands, he gently unbuckled my sandals and slid them off my feet. Then he kissed the tops of my toes, one at a time.

My pussy throbbed with each toe kiss, and I barely noticed Teddy stripping down to nothing and sliding up next to me on the bed.

When Jack was finally finished I laid back and gasped, trying to catch my equilibrium. Teddy curved his head down and pulled my hair up away from my neck. He kissed down from my earlobe, down my neck, onto my collarbone, and down onto my breast. He hooked a finger into my bra and slid my nipple up and out of the cup.

Jack crawled up between my legs and slid his hands around my hips. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” he said to me. “Tasting you on Teddy’s tongue wasn’t enough. I want to lick your honey right at the source.”

I didn’t have long to think about that because Teddy started sucking on my nipple, hard.

Jack hooked his fingers around my panties and slid them down my hips. He trailed his hands down my legs and hot shivers ran up igniting my core.

“Next time I’m ripping them off,” Jack said. “But those looked special.”

I started and looked at him. Sexy and considerate. “Thank you,” I started to say but I gasped as Jack dove between my legs and buried his face in my pussy. He slid his hand up under my ass and inhaled deeply against my throbbing wetness.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned.

Teddy stopped sucking my nipple for a moment. “I told you so,” he said. He reached over and flipped my other breast out of the bra cup and pinched my nipple while he resumed his suction on my other one.

Triple stimulation. Pussy, nipple, nipple. I writhed—or tried to—but the men were stronger and held me down.

Ecstasy. I surrendered into the bed, into the blankets, into the arms of these two Herculean gods. If I’d had to choose which one I’d want to have sex with, there’s no way I’d be able to make the choice.

Lucky for me, I didn’t have to.

Jack started licking me in earnest, sliding his tongue up and down my slit and swirling around my clit on every cycle.

I reached over and wrapped my hand around Teddy’s thick cock. My fingers barely touched, and I marveled at the velvet stiffness. How could something be so soft and so hard at the same time? I ran my hand up and over the head, oh so carefully, and slid my thumb over his sensitive slit. He was wet, dripping with precum.

My mouth watered and all I wanted was Teddy’s cock in my mouth.

“Gimme,” I moaned to Teddy as I gently tugged his cock toward me.

He immediately knew what I wanted and climbed onto his knees by my head. I turned my neck and guided him into my mouth. It was almost more than I could take, which turned me on even more.

Jack started sucking on my clit and slid two fingers inside my pussy. I squealed against Teddy’s cock and fisted the root of it as I wrapped the flat of my tongue around his salty head.

How could I take more of it? How could I have him, even more than I was having him? I doubled down and peeked up at Teddy. He threw his head back pinched both of his nipples, and then watched Jack eat me out.

His cock swelled as soon as he started watching Jack, and it turned me on to know it turned him on.

It was hard to control my reactions to all of the sensations with them happening in more than one place at a time. I tried pushing against it. I tried predicting it. And finally, I surrendered.

Jack curled his fingers inside me and rubbed them against my g-spot. I bucked and he held me down, hard, with his other hand.

I wrapped my legs around his head and pressed my cunt against his face and he flattened his tongue and slid it up and down against my entire pussy. The sensations overloaded me, and the fire in my core pulsed.

Jack pressed a pinky against my ass and everything turned white. I screamed against Teddy’s cock and did everything I could to keep from biting down on his girthy shaft. Teddy took the opportunity to go with the motion of my hand around his base and fucked my face mercilessly. His cock swelled and dripped until Teddy roared as he filled my mouth and throat with hot thick ropes of cum.

I swallowed them down, greedy for every drop.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

At least for tonight, they were both mine, all mine.

All anyone has is right now, and right now was exactly where I was going to live.

Jack didn’t stop licking me, but he did slow it in pace with my orgasm. I came and came and came and came until finally Teddy’s thick spent cock slid from my mouth and I had to beg Jack to stop—I couldn’t take any more.

He finally stopped and kissed my pussy, moaning with happiness. “If I’d known you tasted this good, I wouldn’t have done anything else in my life until I’d had my face buried in your pussy,” he said, rubbing his face side to side on my outer lips.

I laughed softly and reached up for Teddy who was leaning down to kiss me. “Thank you,” he murmured, and I smiled against his lips.

“Come here,” I said, and pulled him back down against me.

Jack pulled away from my pussy, and I immediately felt the loss. The orgasm was good, but I wanted more. I needed…

Jack knelt between my legs, fisting the biggest erection I’d ever seen. “I want to fuck you,” he said, his earnest eyes locked onto mine. “Would that be all right with you?”

I laughed, happiness bursting through my chest. Oh fuck... that cock. It was just what I wanted. “Yes, that would be all right with me.”

Jack climbed off the bed and grabbed a condom, and in two steps was back between my legs.

Teddy pulled me toward him and kissed my neck again. “I can’t wait to see him fuck you. You’re going to love his cock—I sure do.”

“You’re just going to watch?” My eyes were transfixed on Jack, whose gaze looked navy blue in the darkened room. His muscles rippled as he stood over me, stroking his swollen cock.

Teddy was staring at Jack too. We both were mesmerized by Jack’s bulky hotness. “I might fuck him while he fucks you. It all depends on how long he lasts and how long it takes for me to get hard again.”

“Are you questioning my stamina?” Jack smiled and leaned over me. I locked eyes with him, arched my back, and opened my legs wider for him.

So fucking ready. So ready for fucking. Give me that cock.

“Hardly,” Teddy’s voice was husky in my ear. “Just not sure about mine.”

“Either way, you’re going to watch me fuck her,” Jack announced with cocky confidence.

He caged me in his arms and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He bent down and kissed me, and then reared back up. Each time he bent down, he pressed the tip of his cock against my throbbing cunt until finally his tongue opened my mouth.

He kissed me deep, tasting every bit of my mouth, and the pleasure swirled around in me, a big whirlpool of sensation.

That time, he pushed his cock against my entrance and the stinging began. He pushed and slid back ever so slightly, his hips rocking in perfect, controlled motion. Back and forth he entered and stretched me until finally, he was completely seated and I was full beyond what I thought was possible.

It hurt but it also felt so fucking good, better than anything I had ever felt. At least that’s what I thought until he started moving.

First, he just rocked back and forth inside me, and with every thrust, it was like a star exploded. The pleasure climbed and the pain subsided, except as a distant edge to make the ecstasy that much sharper.

I was only vaguely aware of Teddy beside me, stroking his cock, and then climbing away from me to go position himself behind Jack.

Jack kissed me again, and I moaned. He spoke in my ear as he fucked me. “You like that, baby girl? You like my big cock inside you?”

His dirty words took me by surprise and the endorphin hit mixed with the mounting pleasure and I teetered right on the edge of orgasm.

“You’d better fuck me if you’re going to do it,” Jack said to Teddy behind him.

Rip of foil and Jack’s position and motion changed as Teddy entered him from behind.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you,” Teddy growled.

“Ungh,” Jack grunted, and his cock swelled inside me. I felt like I was being fucked by both of them at once.

My ass throbbed at the thought. But another part of me chimed in—Yes please.

Jack, getting used to Teddy inside him, stroked his cock in and out of me, pushing up at that end point inside, hitting fireworks with every push.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!” I screamed, and the orgasm ripped through me. Every muscle in my body went stiff, and I clung to Jack for dear life and he fucked every bit of that orgasm out of me. I was still coming, when Jack’s cock swelled and jumped, and he grunted out loud.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, and shuddered inside me. I imagined his hot cum as it hit my cervix and kept on coming, filling me up until it was dripping out and down my ass crack. But I had to settle for the heat-filled latex. For now.

Teddy doubled down and he came too, until finally we all stilled and slid out of our coupling.

I slept between them both, an easy dreamless sleep, happy in my heart’s decision to live in the right now.

Chapter Fourteen

Jack

“I’ve never watched so many horror movies in my life,” I said, stabbing the broccoli on my plate with extra ferocity. “I think it’s bleeding into my dreams.”

Kara laughed and sipped her wine. She was hard at work on finishing her dissertation on racism and sexism in horror movies, and I’d gotten sucked into her and Teddy’s obsession with the topic.

“Do tell me about your dreams,” she said, and Teddy raised his eyebrows at me, full grin.

I shook my head. “Seriously, as the blonde dude—I never live.”

“You live longer than the black guy,” Teddy pointed out.

Kara nodded and leaned back, with a satisfied look on her face. She’d drilled a lot of this into me, and while I’d never enjoyed horror movies before, at least now I knew why.

“I’m trying to understand why the killer always has non-traditional sexual issues,” I said. “He’s never straight or viewed as ‘normal’ by society. He has gender dysphoria of one sort or another.”

Kara frowned and tapped her fingers against her cheek. “You know, you’re right. I’ve been so focused on feminism and racism, I’d concentrated on those issues.”

Teddy shook his head and waved his wine glass at both of us. “It’s all connected to the same issue. Toxic masculinity and othering hurts everyone, including white men.”

I took another sip of wine and watched Teddy and Kara discuss this further. Teddy was the smartest person I knew, or so I thought, but Kara was giving him a run for his money.

My strategy for success in life was to surround myself with people smarter than me—to essentially be the dumbest person in the room. I certainly felt that way tonight.

“…and that’s how we get the last girl concept,” Kara was saying. I’d been lost in my own head and missed part of the conversation.

Confusion clouded my wine-soaked mind, and I knew I wasn’t in the best state of mind for intellectual discussion, but I also had no inhibitions in this state. “But is the last girl trope a feminist thing, or a misogynist thing?” I asked.

Teddy grinned at me and looked at Kara. “Well?” He asked.

Kara laughed. “I feel like I’m defending my dissertation right now! I’d say that perhaps the last girl was some kind of effort to say horror movies were appealing to female audiences, but she is an inherently misogynist construct.”

“And tell us why that is,” Teddy leaned back and pretended to straighten an imaginary pair of glasses on his face.

Kara watched his pantomime with amusement and sat up straight. “They always kill off the wildest or most promiscuous girl first, then the next sluttiest girl,” she smirked and put air quotes around the word sluttiest, “...and I use those words because that’s often the words they use and the stereotypes portrayed. The last girl standing is the one who behaves according to the patriarchal rules of society. She doesn’t drink, smoke, and she definitely doesn’t have sex. She also appears as almost a non-gendered character and assumes a more and more masculine character as the movie goes on. She’s the mousy, librarian type, dark hair, plain looking and reaches her ultimate triumph when she penetrates the killer with some kind of phallic weapon—a sword, etc. It’s like she has to become a man in order to win because she can’t win by being a woman.”

I shook my head. “How would she win by being a woman? How would they portray that?”

Kara smiled at me and reached out to squeeze my hand. “You don’t see it because you’re a white male.”

I blinked at her words, but I’m sure she was right. This stuff was invisible to me—and I didn’t watch these movies anyway so I was way out of my cultural element to begin with.

“It’s like the writers have never met a real woman, or they only show women the way straight white men view them, either this, or that. The blonde sexually active girl must be punished for having sex. The brunette in the boyish clothes becomes a man to defeat the monster—who is somehow an ‘aberration’ of what a man ‘should be.’ Real women are rounded, and may or may not have sex, may dress however, and have their own issues and conversations that have nothing to do with men. Or babies. Or families.”

I glanced at Teddy and he beamed at me. “She’s right,” he said.

I nodded. “She is.” I loved these conversations even though I didn’t feel like I contributed much. I could be the guy that Kara could practice explaining things to, I didn’t mind.

“So, what’s our next show? We could watch American Horror Story Coven,” I suggested. “It’s got lots of women, right?”

Kara laughed out loud. “Oh god, yes. It had so much promise, but becomes so terrible, and descends into the most racist and sexist—I definitely have to watch it again and take notes this time.”

“And to think you used to complain about people dissecting plots,” Teddy said to me.

I chuckled. “True. And by people, you mean you.”

Teddy bowed his head and raised his glass toward me. Kara leaned back in a happy wine-soaked smile and watched our banter as he tried to explain what we were talking about.

“I used to think it ruined the show, but after I learned more, it made me appreciate storytelling that much more. I’d never thought much about horror, but it seems to reflect the fears and feelings of society that no one wants to overtly admit. It’s viewed as low brow, and escapes a lot of attention, and can sometimes be downright subversive.”

Kara nodded. “Yep.” Her eyes twinkled. She was all about this topic.

“That’s why this is such a good thesis idea,” Teddy said.

“It’s kind of like romance,” I said. “The stories go on without a lot of attention from the establishment, and a lot of issues and things are reflected and explored without interference or censorship from the patriarchy or powers that be.”

Kara’s eyes widened and she looked at Teddy. “That could be,” she said. “Or one could argue that one genre shows one side of society and the other shows another side of it, both of them raw and real in their depictions and explorations.”

Teddy stood up and leaned over to kiss me. “And you think you have nothing to contribute,” he said. I reached up and threaded my fingers through his.

Kara’s eyes darkened. “Is it time for bed?” She asked, her voice hinting toward what we all knew that meant.

That night, like so many nights since the night we’d gone bowling, Kara walked up the stairs to our bedroom, her hands in our hands. We formed a chain, three in a row, her in the middle. For weeks, we’d done this. Every night we made love, and she stayed in our bed and slept between us, like she’d been there all along, like she belonged there.

That night I laid awake long after she and Teddy had fallen into gentle breathing and drifted off to dreamland. The drapes were open, and the warm night air billowed the fabric framing the window.

I watched Teddy and Kara, sunken into the bedding and spooning like old lovers. The breeze fluttered Kara’s hair, and Teddy adjusted to pull her closer.

We made a great trio. And everything between us was so good and easy. Why couldn’t it be like this forever? But thinking that way, even hoping for it, was unrealistic.

All good things must come to an end, especially flings with temporary houseguests who were just getting ready to start their lives.

The last thing Kara wanted was to be tied down to us. She had her whole future ahead of her. Only an asshole would try to take that away from her for his own selfish desires.

I inhaled as deeply as I could, steeling myself against melancholy. I just needed to enjoy this time while we had it. It felt so magical, I had to memorize it, soak in every detail, so I could remember it always.

I looked out the window, trying to remember my place in the universe. Trying to keep perspective on it all. High in the sky, a waxing moon shone down on us. The moon would get larger before it would shrink again. All aspects of life moving in cycles. I just had to enjoy this cycle while it lasted.

After a moment, I squeezed my eyes and opened them again, this time looking beyond the moon. There, deeper in space, in a larger place than our solar system, glittered billions of stars. I knew they moved, and I knew their light might be years old, but they seemed constant to me. More constant than the moon. Maybe they only lived millions of years, but that seemed like forever.

Maybe we could have Kara for the lifetime of a star, and not just for a cycle of the moon.

But maybe that was too much to hope for.

Chapter Fifteen

Teddy

That faculty lunch was the worst one I’d ever attended. That was forty minutes of my life I’d never get back — and I cut out twenty minutes early. I wanted to skip it and grab a bite with Kara, but she seemed preoccupied this morning, and just shook her head when I floated the idea of a lunch date.

Her thesis had her all worked up. It was important that she take it seriously, but she was ready. She didn’t know it, but she was ready. She was going to be fine.

I hadn’t told her that, not in a black and white sense of the word, because I wanted her to appear hungry and worried to the committee.

The last thing she or I needed was any charges of favoritism, or for her to appear like she thought she had it on lock. I didn’t want to do anything to make things harder on her in the long run.

Though Kara would probably not do that—appear to think she had it all in the bag—I just wanted the brightest future possible for her, and if that included me not telling her exactly how locked down she had this dissertation and letting her be a little extra stressed for a few weeks, so be it. I was a ruthless bastard.

I banged back into the office, trying to clear my mind of the nonsense I’d had to listen to at lunch. I did not need to be lectured on fire codes in our building. I’d been there for years and knew how to conduct my classes during fire drills, but our dean obviously felt otherwise.

Kara was already back in the office, crying at her desk. I immediately forgot all about my annoyance at the lunch meeting and rushed to her side.

“What’s the matter?” I squatted beside her chair, keeping my head level with hers. She shook her head and refused to speak.

I looked around, remembering we were still at the school, where curious and prying eyes could see as soon as the other faculty returned from lunch. I took her hand in mine and helped her stand. With my arm around her shoulder, I led her into my office, closing, and locking, the door.

I walked her over to the loveseat in my office, sat down, and pulled her onto my lap.

She’d kept her face covered with her hands the entire time.

“Sweetheart, what on earth is the matter?” I said. My heart ached to see her so upset. I threaded my fingers in the loose hair hanging around her face and smoothed it back.

“Tell me,” I said. “I want to help.”

Kara hiccupped and tried to breathe. “I don’t know how to say this. I’m so sorry.”

My heart stopped for a moment. “What do you mean?” I whispered.

She shook her head and then her words came out in a rush. “My period is a week late. I’m afraid my depo shot failed, and a condom must have failed too? I mean, holy shit, even though we had a lot of sex, is that possible? It’s not like I was being irresponsible, I swear!”

“Hey, this isn’t all on you,” I said. “Jack and I were in that bed with you. You have nothing to apologize for.”

Kara ground her teeth and a tremor of nerves shook through her body. I pulled her closer to me. Maybe I could still her. Maybe I could ground her. Maybe I could help her feel safe.

“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to push a baby on you two, and I’m so close to my thesis, and…”

“Hey, hey,” I said. “No one thinks you’re pushing anything, I promise.”

Kara sighed a jagged breath, calming down slightly. She stared off into space, absorbed in her thoughts, and then buried her face in her hands and started crying again.

“Come here,” I said, and pulled her feet up on the couch so she was fully on my lap. She fit so nicely.

She cried on my shoulder and I held her close. An idea occurred to me. “Have you taken a test?” I asked.

“Not yet,” Kara said into my shirt. Her hot breath warm against my shoulder counteracting the cold wetness of her tears through the fabric.

“Okay, how about we have you take a test before you freak out. From what I understand, this…being late, and all that, could be caused by any number of things.”

Kara nodded and wiped her tears with her fingers. She looked at me, her eyes searching mine. The poor girl was terrified that we’d gotten her pregnant, like we’d be mad at her. As if we hadn’t realized the risks when we took her to our bed.

“Maybe the stress of trying to finish my thesis has made me late,” she ventured. “Maybe that’s all this is.”

I nodded. “There you go. Let’s find out what, if anything’s going on, and then we’ll figure out what to do next.”

Kara wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed herself against me. “Thank you, Teddy,” she said.

“Let’s go home,” I said. “I’ll cancel my afternoon classes and take a sick day.”

Kara leaned back, her eyes wide. “You can do that?”

“I never have, but I know everyone else has, and that it’s allowed. If right now isn’t a good reason to take advantage of my tenure, I don’t know when is.”

I walked her to the car and made the phone calls from there. That way no one could come find me and corner me into doing differently.

I held Kara’s hand all the way to the pharmacy, and she seemed to calm down with every mile. The trees and scenery moved past us, and Kara leaned back and took it all in, like now that we had a plan she could relax. I pulled into a parking space at the pharmacy.

“Do you want me to go in with you?” I asked her.

Kara shook her head. “No, I’m okay. I got this.”

“I’ll be right out here,” I said. “Text or come get me if you need me.”

She leaned over and kissed me, lingering and sweet, and then a moment later, she was out, disappearing into the pharmacy.

This was a new experience for me—taking a woman to buy a pregnancy test. Feelings swirled around me, but I pushed them down. I’d deal with them later, after I’d taken care of Kara; one set of complicated emotions at a time.

I pulled out my phone in case Kara needed me, and texted Jack a brief update of what was going on.

I’ll meet you both at home, Jack replied.

Jack never dropped everything at work either, but today we both were doing it. Kara had turned both our lives upside down, and I…didn’t mind.

A few minutes later, Kara was back in the car clutching a brown paper bag. I reached out and squeezed her knee and then focused on getting us both home.

Now that she had a test in hand, Kara seemed much calmer about the whole situation. I always felt better once I had a plan in hand, and maybe Kara was the same way. She ripped open the side of the box and read the instructions on the ride home.

Jack pulled in the same moment we arrived. He must have raced home. He jumped out of his car and opened Kara’s for her before I’d unbuckled my seat belt. We both followed her like hapless idiots into the house, waiting for what would happen next.

“So, do you take the test now?” Jack asked.

Kara shook her head. “The instructions say it’s more accurate in the morning, so for now we wait.”

Jack and I looked at each other. Why was I so consumed with worry? Why did I want to wrap Kara in bubble wrap and keep her away from the world? Why was my chest bubbling?

“Let’s watch another show for my thesis,” Kara suggested, and we both immediately agreed. Anything to keep our minds off the issue at hand.

Jack grabbed a pile of blankets and we formed a man huddle on either side of Kara. She wouldn’t even have the chance to be cold, or uncomfortable, or hungry. For the rest of the night we waited on her hand and foot, neither of us saying another word about the specifics of what the future might hold.

I didn’t want to leave her side, and I guess Jack didn’t either, because we constructed a dinner of finger foods that we ate in front of the television. Finally, after the movie was over, and we’d all eaten our fill, Kara said, “I think I need to take a walk.”

Jack and I looked at each other. It would be ridiculous to tell her no, right? She was a grown woman and she wanted to take a walk. I bit my lip and nodded at Jack. His face seemed to show the same reservations I felt.

“Okay,” I said slowly. “I’ll go work on some papers. Come find me when you get back?”

Jack looked between us. “I’ll go take a shower,” he said. “You’ll come get me too?”

I nodded and we both watched Kara look at us in puzzlement and walk out of the room. A few minutes later the front door opened and closed. I opened my mouth to say something to Jack, but I couldn’t think of a damn thing to say. He chuckled and shook his head.

“Me neither,” he said. “I have no idea.”

I closed myself up in my office and threw myself at the pile of papers I’d been neglecting and needed to grade. I could have made Kara do it later, but I didn’t want to do that. Everything inside me wanted to protect her from… well… from everything.

I got through half the stack before the feelings I’d been repressing bubbled up beyond my control. If Kara was pregnant, we could keep her. And the baby! She’d need to stay with us then, right?

That is, if she was willing. Maybe she didn’t want to have a baby right now, maybe she’d insist on not keeping it.

That thought brought a cloud of sadness over me, and I used all my energy to push it away.

Kara pregnant. Kara swelling with our baby. Kara, fertile and round, beautiful and pregnant. Kara at the height of womanhood.

My cock lengthened and swelled down my pant leg. Fuck. She would be even more beautiful than she is now.

It wouldn’t matter if it was my baby or Jack’s baby. It was all the same to me. It would be our baby.

I gripped my cock through my pants and squeezed. I hoped Kara would want to spend the night with us, the thought of her being pregnant with our child made me yearn for her more than ever before.

Later, she and Jack both came to get me, and like every night, we walked to the bedroom together. This time seemed special, sacred even. Kara didn’t look any different, but she seemed different to me. I couldn’t stop imagining her swollen with our baby, her breasts heavy and full, and her skin flush from hormones.

I wasn’t the only one with a rock-hard erection by the time we reached our bedroom door. Jack was ahead of me, wearing only a bathrobe, but he did little to hide his thick cock pointing straight up despite its heavy weight.

“I hope you’re up for some serious fucking tonight,” I growled in Kara’s ear.

She tittered and reached back to grip my cock. “Ohhh,” she said. “I think being naked with you two is exactly what I need right now.”

I tried not to act differently, and I could tell Jack was doing the same, but it was impossible not to handle her with a little extra care, a little extra worship. Usually when we had sex, we didn’t take turns, but tonight, both Jack and I fucked Kara from behind, while the other one of us knelt before her beautiful face and slid our cocks in and out of her mouth.

It took everything I had not to let go inside her plush hot mouth, but I held back until I could wrap up in a condom and sink my cock deep into her swollen pussy.

The pussy that might someday birth my unborn child.

My eyes met Jack’s just as I hit orgasm. He gave me a half smile as he wrapped his hands around Kara’s hair. She’d learned how to completely take his cock and seeing her lips all the way to the base of his dick was a sight to behold.

Our girl.

Chapter Sixteen

Kara

I woke up first, nestled between Teddy and Jack like I had every morning for weeks. I lay there, my mind a blank. Something about this morning, something different.

I did need to use the bathroom.

My heart thudded. Oh yeah, the pregnancy test. I might be pregnant.

Nausea rolled up my throat, and my stomach felt swollen. Even if I was pregnant, those kinds of symptoms weren’t possible yet, were they? It must be psychological.

I slowly extricated myself out of the bed and stood over the foot of it and watched the guys sleep. They were like two slumbering gods with muscles on top of muscles, the sheet barely covering their tight asses and large half-swollen morning cocks.

I blinked slowly. I was stalling.

I crept into the master bathroom where I’d stashed the test the night before.

Still stalling, or just making sure I didn’t make a mistake, I wasn’t sure which at that point, I re-read the instructions. It said I had to wait five minutes for the result.

No way was I going to sit on the edge of the toilet and simply wait.

The guys’ shower was even nicer than mine, if that was possible. I turned the knob and tested the water until it hit the perfect temperature. The bathroom filled with steam and I noted the time on the wall clock and stepped into the thick spray.

Something about standing under warm water, something about being in water, was good for the soul, and this morning was no different.

I washed my hair with Jack’s shampoo and sudsed myself with their soap. I smiled to myself. I’d smell like them all day.

The clock ticked, and when my time was up I climbed out and wrapped up in two of the extra fluffy towels they kept in the bathroom cupboard. One as a turban on my head and one wrapped around my middle. If I was going to meet my demise, I’d find out about it in terry cloth comfort.

I padded over to the test, which I’d left sitting on the bathroom counter. Holding my breath, I picked it up and looked at the results window.

Negative. Not pregnant. I sat down on the closed toilet lid with a thump, relief flooding through me. Not pregnant. No surprise problems. No baby, no complications.

No permanent connection to Jack and Teddy. No baby inside me.

I squeezed my temples with my fingers. It’s not that I wanted to be pregnant, I just felt weirdly…sad.

Like my mind had started to think there was a baby, and now that there wasn’t, I began mourning something that never was.

It’s just the letdown of adrenaline—the endpoint of a roller coaster. It’s not that I want to be suspended upside down or rolling around a terrifying track, it’s just the feeling of… shit. Back to mundane life.

I padded out into the bedroom, to find Jack and Teddy cuddling in bed. They both turned and looked at me with twin expressions of what looked like worry and…maybe expectation?

I pasted a smile on and attempted to sound upbeat but ended up sounding strained. “False alarm, it’s negative. Back to our regularly scheduled lives, right?”

Jack looked immediately relieved, but Teddy’s face was unreadable. His expression like stone, he said, “Yeah, for the best, I suppose.”

My cue to leave. I’ve created enough complications and drama as it is. “Okay, well, I gotta go get ready for my day. Taking the day off yesterday put us all behind, I’m sure.”

I zoomed out of the bedroom like a jaywalker avoiding a traffic cop, and tucked myself into my guest bedroom, locking the door behind me. I pressed my back against the door and struggled to regain normal breath.

Jack and Teddy’s reactions told me all I needed to know. They didn’t love me. Which, I mean, no shit, but this morning really smacked me in the face with it.

I had been stupid to catch feelings.

Oh shit—I’ve caught feelings.

I got dressed and rode to school with Teddy. All business. He didn’t say much and I didn’t either. Was he mad at me? Annoyed at the complications I’d brought? I thought I’d been getting to know him, but during this car ride, he was totally unreadable.

This just proved how little I must have known him all along.

Later that day, I’d been in his office for about an hour—taking phone calls and grading papers—when a call came in from Teddy's’ friend Debby.

Teddy was just walking in as she called, and he stopped what he was doing and took the call right at my desk.

He grabbed a notepad and a pen, made a few notes, and told Debby, “I’ll send her right over.”

After he got off the phone, he turned and stared me down. “An RA position has opened up, if you still want it. I wrote down Debby’s info right here.”

My stomach dropped, but I couldn’t think of anything to say. He handed me the note pad and the pen. “She said stop by between eleven and one if you’re interested.”

I swallowed and found my voice. “Should I be?”

Teddy shrugged and pushed his fingers down on the surface of my desk. “If it’s what you feel like you want to do, then go for it. It’s a good opportunity, and hard to get. I did this for you, but you don’t have to take it. It’s yours to do or not do.”

I blinked at him. He could take me or leave me and seemed to be strongly hinting that he was leaning toward the leave me side.

I won’t let him see me cry. I won’t let him know how silly I am.

“Thanks for the opportunity,” I said, and choked back a hitch in my throat. Just like that, our time together was over.

I met with Debby that day and made arrangements to move immediately. That night, even. It was Friday, and I could start right away.

The RA position was great, close to everything I needed, and such a blessing for someone like me who had nowhere else to go.

It was just in time too, because I couldn’t bear the idea of spending another moment being a freeloading burden in the house with the guys. Waiting until Monday would have been torture.

I’d been neglecting my friends, but I called them as soon as I left the meeting with Debby.

As soon as I got home with Dr. Whitman, I’d pack. I didn’t have that much, so it wouldn’t take long. Sydney would come get me and my stuff and give me a ride back to campus.

The car ride home with Teddy was just as impersonal as any ride you’d take with a teacher you barely knew. I glanced at Teddy, who kept grinding his jaw, and tried to focus on the scenery all the way home. It wasn’t my problem if he was pissed off.

As soon as we pulled in, I bolted from the car and ran inside. Jack greeted me at the door, arms open, wanting to give me a hug and a kiss. I shook my head.

“I need to pack. That RA position I’ve been waiting for opened up and I'm leaving tonight.”

Jack opened his mouth to reply, but I evaded his grasp as I pounded up the stairs and pulled clothes out of the closet and dresser.

Time to start a new chapter.

Chapter Seventeen

Jack

I never realized how much Kara filled the house until she was gone. Her absence was palpable. The rooms seemed smaller, emptier.

Was this what it had always been like before she ran into our life, in front of a wrecking ball, wearing nothing but a thin pair of pajamas and some bunny slippers?

The pajama choice aside, Kara was a grown woman, and could make her own decisions. If she’d decided she was done with me and Teddy, if she decided that she wanted to move on, and move out, I had to accept that.

It just seemed so sudden. One day she thought she was pregnant, and the next she was gone.

The scare probably spooked the shit out of her and she realized the last thing she wanted was to be tied down to two old guys.

If that’s what she wanted—to move on—I’d support her. Hell, if she hadn’t left already I would have helped her move. Not because I wanted her gone, but because I’m an adult and I’m not about to force anyone to do anything they don’t want to do. I’d support her right to decide her own destiny.

This was all very well and good, and high minded, but damn if our house didn’t feel empty and sad without her.

Friday night she charged in, packed her stuff, and before I knew what was happening, she was gone.

Teddy didn’t have much to say about any of it. He’d withdrawn, shut down, unable to articulate how he felt about any of it.

And there I was feeling blindsided. Sure, I’d accept it, but that didn’t mean I understood it.

Friday night I was too stunned to even react.

Saturday, we both decided we had work to do. Work was a great way to fill the time, to avoid the feelings, to turn the present into the past.

And work always needed to get done, so it felt productive. It felt like action. It felt like doing something. Even if it didn’t feel like we were doing anything about Kara.

Sunday rolled around and we both lazed in bed for far too long. Teddy was as depressed as I was.

“Do you want to go get brunch?” I asked.

We were both still in the bed, mindlessly scrolling on our phones and napping—obviously in denial and drained of energy. Teddy shrugged.

“I don’t care,” he said. “Whatever you want.” And closed his eyes. Going to sleep, or pretending to sleep?

I threw my hands in the air in frustration and stalked off to the bathroom. I needed to take a shower and clear my head. We couldn’t go on like this.

After my shower, I was so irritated, I decided to go look for projects in the yard. I kept meaning to redo a section of rock wall we had containing one of the garden terraces by the hot tub. It was a big job, but I could on one of the sections.

I got out the cement mixer and hefted a bag of concrete from the garage. Hauling the weight around woke my muscles up and I lost myself in my project as much as I could.

I spent the afternoon fitting rocks together and sculpting concrete. This spot by the hot tub was so beautiful, and I wanted to keep it that way.

Speaking of beautiful, while I worked, my mind wandered back to the night we’d had Kara naked for the first time, in the hot tub I was now working next to. The way the moonlight shone on her smooth curvy body, and how adorable and shy she was—at first.

We’d never welcomed a woman into our lives for more than a few hours, and she’d made a lasting imprint. And now suddenly we had to live without her?

The back door slid open and Teddy appeared. He carried two beers between the fingers of one hand. He crossed the lawn and stood over me, surveying my work. Teddy considered heavier construction projects to be some kind of sorcery, even though he was handy enough. He just left things requiring machinery, like cement mixers, to me.

“That looks really great,” he said. He sank into one of the patio chairs with a sigh and pulled a bottle opener from his pocket.

I left my project and lowered myself into the chair next to him. “Thanks,” I said. “I was going crazy doing nothing.”

Teddy nodded and flipped the top off his bottle before handing the opener to me. “I tried to grade some papers but I couldn’t concentrate.”

“That’s why I’m doing something physical,” I said. “Different kind of concentration required.”

This felt dangerously close to small talk, and the only person who hated small talk more than me was Teddy. What in the hell was going on?

“I can’t believe she just left like that,” I said, breaking the silence we’d been keeping about Kara.

Teddy stared down at his bottle and ran his long fingers across the cold beads of condensation collecting around the sides.

Oh shit. What did he do? “She didn’t just leave?” I leaned forward, searching his downcast face.

Teddy shrugged. “She did. I didn’t want her to feel trapped.”

“You didn’t want her to feel trapped? What did you do?” I gripped the bottle hard and pressed my fingertips against the unyielding cold glass.

Teddy took a swig and recounted what happened in his office on Friday.

“You made an appointment for her to talk to Debby about moving out, and then told her basically that you didn’t care what she did?”

Teddy looked at me in anguish. “I didn’t mean…”

“You basically told her to get lost,” I whispered, shaking my head at just how obtuse Teddy could be sometimes. His awkwardness was what I loved about him, but sometimes, like right now, it was not my favorite trait.

“I didn’t want her to feel trapped. She’s so young, she has her whole life ahead of her…”

“I understand, but you just made her feel unwanted, especially on the heels of that pregnancy scare. Something like that probably made her feel so insecure, and immediately after she sees you trying to get rid of her,” I said.

Teddy put his beer down and put his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. “I fucked up,” he said. “I was so excited about…” he trailed off, not finishing his sentence.

I scooted over and put my arm around him. “You wanted that test to be positive, didn’t you?”

Teddy looked up at me in shock. “How did you…?”

I shook my head. “Me too. I know I shouldn’t have been, but I just kept thinking what if? What if?”

Teddy leaned against me. “I didn’t know how much I liked the idea until she said it wasn’t happening.”

I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration and jumped out of my chair. I couldn’t sit still any longer. “We handled that like shit—that day, I mean. When she told us.”

Teddy watched me pace back and forth. “What were we supposed to do?”

“Communicate!” I said. “She had no idea we felt that way. We had no idea we both felt that way. Shit, Teddy… we didn’t even tell each other. If a couple can’t work without good communication, a triad definitely won’t. No wonder she’s gone.”

Teddy blinked. “Triad? You want to make this permanent?”

I stopped, realizing what I’d just said. Did I want a triad? My gut and my heart both said, yes. “Don’t you?”

Ever the logical one, Teddy leaned back in his chair, took a swig of his beer, and narrowed his eyes at me—thinking.

“Yes,” he finally said, and my grin almost split my face. Teddy waved his bottle. “But first, we have to talk to her.”

I waved my bottle back, a plan hatching inside me already. “No, first we have to take her out to dinner and treat her like she matters more than a convenient or temporary third in our bedroom. Let’s plan a perfect date.”

Teddy grinned. “Now, we have something to do. Let’s get her back.”

Chapter Eighteen

Teddy

Jack and I spent the rest of the evening formulating a plan. I’d been dreading going into the office on Monday and facing Kara. Now that Jack and I had a plan, I was looking forward to it.

But as soon as I arrived at the office, I knew something was off. The room wasn’t set up the way Kara usually did it, the coffee wasn’t made, and my intuition told me something was wrong.

Sure enough, someone else was sitting behind Kara’s desk.

“Who are you?” I asked, more bluntly than I meant to.

The girl—the woman—sitting in Kara’s seat looked startled. And scared. Oh yeah, they were all afraid of me. I wasn’t in the mood to coddle terrified students. I gestured that I was still waiting for an answer.

“She’s not here today. Something about moving? I’m filling in for her. I’m Sarah.” To the poor girl’s credit, she stood up and offered her hand.

I wanted to just walk past her, to stomp away, to go look for Kara, but what would Kara want me to do?

I took a breath, and calmed myself, and shook Sarah’s hand. “Nice to meet you Sarah. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have something important to attend to.”

I hurled myself into my office and sat down at my desk. First order of business: text Jack.

He replied almost instantly, he’d been waiting for an update from me. No time to lose. We had to track her down.

Where would she be? How could I find her? Obviously texting her wasn’t going to get me anywhere. I had to track her down, indirectly, but without being a creepy stalker.

A tall order.

I swiveled back and forth in my chair, thinking. Had Kara said anything in our time together to give me a clue how I could get a message to her?

Didn’t she once mention that her friend worked as a secretary for Dean Pierce? It was worth a shot.

I pulled up the faculty directory and made the call. A young woman answered the phone.

“Dean Austin Pierce’s office. Lauren speaking.”

Lauren! That was Kara’s friend. See, I listen. I can pay attention.

But Kara had never said I didn’t. I was just inept with my communication. No matter how smart I thought I was, no matter how many degrees I had, I was not very bright when it came to communicating my feelings.

In order to win Kara back, and keep her, I’d have to change that.

I’d do anything. I just needed to learn how. But first I had to get her to talk to me.

“Hello?” Lauren’s voice came through the campus landline. So clear, so organic, so weirdly intimate.

Here I was thinking about how I needed to improve my communication sitting silent on the phone like a prank caller.

“Hello,” I amped my voice up, trying not to say everything at once. “This is Dr. Whitman. I’m wondering if you could get a message to Kara for me.”

Lauren’s response was cold silence.

I tried again. “Hello?”

“Yeah, um, she told us all about your…situation.”

“Meaning what?”

Lauren breathed out loudly, like she was dealing with a moron. And maybe she was, but this moron wasn’t going to give up. “Look. I shouldn’t even be talking to you. I think enough has been said, honestly.”

I was a drowning man begging for a rope. “I’m not sure what was said. You have to help me out.”

“For real? You are done with her, you don’t want her anymore. Why can’t you leave her alone?”

Lauren’s words kicked all the air out of my chest. “We… don’t want her?”

“You got her a new place, told her to go. Can’t you just leave her alone? You don’t need to talk to her. She got you a new TA, no harm, no foul.”

“I…I…that’s not what I meant,” I said, feeling the magnitude of desperation in my voice.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re playing at, but she needs time to heal, to get her head together. She’s just started over, and she needs to find a new equilibrium without you two messing with her anymore.”

I dropped my forehead into my hand and squeezed my temple. I shook my head, even though I knew Lauren couldn’t see me. “She misunderstood. Or, we did. I’m an idiot.”

Lauren cleared her throat. “I won’t dispute that—sir.” She dropped that sir on the end of her sentence like a stab. I took it. I deserved it.

“We didn’t want her to go. I just — didn’t want to hold her back, or make her feel like she had to stay…” I trailed off as the anguish of what happened filled my chest. What should I have done?

Lauren didn’t say anything. She didn’t hang up on me either. We sat in silence. Finally, I sat up. Maybe there was still a chance.

“I don’t want to tell you all this. I—we—want to tell her. Please. Even if she doesn’t want us anymore, I want her to know that we…I want her to know how we feel about her. We love her.”

More silence. Lauren was a dramatic one, but I had to admire what a fierce friend she was.

She sighed. “Well, damn. You really are an idiot. Why didn’t you lead with that?”

“Because I’m an idiot?” The smile curved on my lips and I swear I could feel Lauren smiling too.

“She’s in Kingston Hall, fourth floor. It’s up to her if she’ll let you in. If this goes badly, that’s on you, got it? I’m not going to plead your case to her.”

“Understood,” I said. “You had nothing to do with this and I’m an idiot.”

Lauren laughed softly. “You’re not so bad after all.”

I raked my fingers through my hair. “That’s what I’m hoping she’ll decide.”

“One more thing.”

I was already on my feet, looking for my keys. “Yeah?”

“You hurt her again, I don’t care who you are. You’ll have to answer to Sydney and me.”

“I won’t, I promise. I just have to remind her that I’m an idiot.”

“You have to show her how much she’s worth to you,” Lauren corrected.

Something that felt like love lit up in the center of my heart and spread out like a smooth explosion. “You’re right. And trust me, she’s worth everything.”

“Now there’s an answer. Go get her,” Lauren said, and hung up on me.

I stared at the phone as the dial tone bleated. That undergraduate had some pushback. I was so used to the ones that were afraid of me, it was refreshing to talk to one on equal terms.

Kara had some great friends, and I was glad they were there for her.

I’d have to make sure they stayed in her life as much as ever if, and when, Jack and I were able to win her back. We’d been keeping her all to ourselves as much as we could. That wasn’t great for Kara either. As much as we wanted her with us, she needed her own friends as well, she needed her own life.

It would be my new mission to make sure everything wasn’t just great for me, or Teddy, but was great for her too.

I texted Jack and grabbed my keys. He’d meet me near her dorm, and we would go see Kara together.

“This plan isn’t going to work if she refuses to answer the phone,” I said. Jack and I stood outside the door of Kingston Hall, trying to use the attached exterior phone to call Kara and get her to buzz us in.

A crowd of students walked in and one turned back to me. “Professor Dickman! I mean…Whitman.” Her cheeks burned and I bit my lip to hide my smile.

“Yes?” I replied, acting like I hadn’t heard the nickname.

She shook her head like she was clearing her brain. “Sorry, do you need in? Which floor?”

“Fourth,” Jack and I said at once.

The girl looked back and forth at me and Jack. “Okay…”

“I need to talk to the RA on the fourth floor,” I said. “Is there any way you can let me, er us, in?”

She thought for a moment. “Okay, I guess it would be okay. Official business, right?”

I felt like a dick but I nodded anyway. “Yes, official business.” If she wouldn’t see us, we’d leave right away. No harm, no foul.

The girl brightened and waved her arm in a come along motion. “Follow me,” she said.

The next thing I knew, Jack and I were standing in front of Kara’s door. We knew it was hers because it was decorated with palm trees, pina coladas, sunglasses, and…school books. In construction paper letters, on the paper-wrapped door, it said, “Welcome Kara! Our new RA!”

Jack and I looked at each other, and he reached out and knocked. It was the moment of truth.

We waited what seemed like forever, and then I reached out and knocked again.

The door flung open. “You only have to knock once,” Kara said, exasperation punctuating her tone.

I was transfixed. It had only been a few days since I’d seen her, and I realized all over again how perfect she was.

She didn’t have a speck of makeup on, which highlighted how beautiful her pale skin looked with her glowing hazel eyes. Her dark hair was wrapped up in a messy bun on top of her head and she was wearing the same Betty Boop pajamas Jack had found her in.

Memories flooded back of all the times she’d worn them in our home. I loved her quirky style and her stunning fresh and natural beauty. She took my breath away. She stopped short when she saw us.

“Oh. You two.”

Her exasperation didn’t seem to improve.

I looked around and realized that our presence had garnered a lot of attention in the halls. Students weren’t even trying to pretend not to watch, and they all stood there and gaped at the possible spectacle.

I winced and looked into Kara’s eyes. She didn’t like the crowd either. “Can we come in?” I asked.

She blinked slowly, and then putting half her weight on the edge of the door, she nodded once and slowly swung the door open. “Probably a good idea,” she said, waving us in. “I don’t need an audience.” She stuck her head out and looked up and down the hall.

We didn’t get far into her room when she turned around and folded her arms. “What do you two want?”

I tried not to stare at how this action pressed her breasts up and together. I could see a bra outline under her pajama top and immediately knew which bra it was—white and lacy. Completely see through.

I cleared my throat and focused on her bright hazel eyes. “Everything.”

Jack elbowed me and I scowled at him. “What?”

A smile tugged at the edge of Kara’s mouth as she watched Jack and I have a silent war between us. Jack looked at me with such intensity, I wondered if he was going to develop a twitch later. I knew what he was thinking. Don’t screw this up.

I turned back to Kara. “What I mean is, we, well, I’m an idiot. I want to apologize to you, I want you to know how I…”

Jack elbowed me again.

“Er, we, feel about you.”

Kara narrowed her eyes. “I thought you made it pretty clear how you felt about me.”

I looked around her dorm room. “Present circumstances say otherwise, but no, I most definitely did not.”

“Will you go to dinner with us?” Jack blurted out. “You don’t owe it to us, but we’d be honored if you said yes.”

Kara looked to the side and shook her head, an ironic and cynical smile on her face. “I don’t know,” she said.

“I never got a chance to go to Marisol with you,” Jack said. It was a low blow, but we were desperate.

Kara raised an eyebrow, obviously seeing through Jack’s ploy, but possibly charmed by it anyway. “Right, because you can’t go there without me?”

“Kara, I’m not sure we can do anything without you anymore,’ I said, my voice a whispered rumble.

Kara blinked and her eyes met mine. An eternity blinked away, and Kara’s face softened. “Okay, pick me up at six.”

Jack and I grinned at each other in unison. Elation bubbled inside me and I controlled the urge to whoop.

“You may kiss me right here,” Kara said, pointing an index finger to each cheek.

Jack and I moved forward and planted chaste kisses to either side of her cheeks. We were taking her to dinner!

Chapter Nineteen

Jack

“Should we take the Jag?” Teddy joined me at the mirror and fastened his cufflinks.

We’d decided to wear suits for our date with Kara and were in the final countdown until it was time to go pick her up.

I finished tying my tie and stood behind my handsome boyfriend, straightening the knot in his necktie.

“Looking sharp,” I said, approval warm in my voice. I nodded once. Our eyes met in the mirror.

“Think she’ll like it?” Teddy asked.

I winced. “I don’t think Kara walked out of here because she thought we weren’t dapper enough.”

Teddy looked glum. “No, she walked out because I was an idiot.”

I chuckled softly. “It wasn’t just you. She walked because we were bad at communication. So tonight, we have to show that we’ve learned our lesson.”

“I know I have,” Teddy said. “So tonight, we just need to communicate how we feel, right?”

Amusement tugged at my lips. I loved how Teddy was so in charge of his domains, so intellectual, but at the same time could be so inept and vulnerable. I found it endearing.

Maybe after Kara learned how we really felt, she could find both of our foibles endearing too.

I squeezed my handsome boyfriend and kissed his cheek. “Tonight is about showing Kara how we feel about her.”

“And hoping she feels the same way,” Teddy added.

I held my hand out for his, leading him out the door. “Time to take a risk. It’s the only way to feel alive.”

“Or to get the girl,” Teddy added.

“That too,” I agreed. “And yes, let’s take the Jag.”

Chapter Twenty

Kara

Jack and Teddy arrived right on time. They’d wanted to come to my door like proper gentlemen but I insisted on having them call me so I could just come down. I didn’t need the extra attention of having them on my dorm floor.

The last thing I needed was the kids I was supposed to be looking after teasing me about my love life with a professor from campus and another man.

I took a deep breath before pushing to the outside doors, hoping I looked okay. I’d spent way too much time on my appearance, as if the guys hadn’t seen me just a few hours ago in need of a shower and wearing cheap pajamas.

They both stood outside their shining Jaguar wearing suits and sunglasses like some kind of GQ fantasy come to life. Teddy’s thick hair was just a little too long—displaying an almost-mop of dark curls swept to the side of his chiseled face.

He’d even left a little stubble—just like I liked it.

Jack was fresh cut, his dirty blond hair perfectly parted and combed, so thick it almost stood on end. My heart caught in my throat. Were these two for real? Did they really want me back, or was this just an ego thing to show me what I was missing, because they looked fucking fantastic?

I clenched and unclenched my fists in an effort to calm down. There was only one way to find out. Go on this date and see what they had to say. I lifted my chin and marched up to their car. Or, it was probably more like I pranced, because there was no marching in this pair of vintage-style starlet heels.

I’d decided that this date was what I’d been saving these shoes and this teal high low ombré satin dress, for. I hoped the spaghetti straps and the plunging front with the center between my breasts covered only by sheer black material, combined with the elegant color and length of the dress would show these guys I wasn’t messing around.

I’d curled my long dark hair with flowing wand waves, and left it down, knowing they liked it that way best, and kept my makeup simple and classic. Red lipstick, black and turquoise smudged lined eyes, and bare white skin.

I was a real woman. I was not a hookup, and I was not to be taken for granted.

I also had to overpower those Betty Boop pajamas I’d been caught in earlier.

Both men pulled their sunglasses off and gaped at me before regaining their composure. So far so good.

I shrugged one shoulder and allowed each of them to come kiss me on the cheek. I wasn’t ready to give up this lip kit yet.

They’d have to earn that.

The butterflies in my stomach told me that I hoped they’d do just that.

Teddy opened my door and I slipped into the front passenger side. Jack was driving, and Teddy took the back. I glanced back and him and he grinned at me.

“Don’t mind me. I get to sit next to you during dinner.”

Jack looked over his sunglasses at Teddy in the rear-view mirror. “We both do,” he said.

I tried to control the smile twisting away from my careful demeanor, and finally gave up, giving them both a wide grin.

“Yeah!” Jack said, as he pulled the car away from the curb. “I’ve missed your smile.”

“I hope you don’t mind going somewhere new,” Teddy said. “Marisol was booked solid. But maybe, if things go well, we can both take you there another time?”

I gave them another half shrug and said with a light lilt in my voice, “Sure, maybe.”

Jack pulled into a rounded half circle driveway and stopped in front of what looked like an ivy-covered rock fortress. I leaned forward and gaped at the architecture.

“What is this place?”

Teddy chuckled. “This is Elliott’s Grill. The building has been here for a century, and the restaurant for probably half that. I don’t know why they call it a grill, because trust me, it’s much more than that.”

“I think it’s because the place was originally owned by a family who also had a ranch,” Jack said.

My door opened and a young valet peered into the car. He blinked when he saw me, and the two men with me. To his credit, he regained his composure quickly. Jack’s door was open too, and the next thing we knew, the Jag was being driven away and I was standing between two sharp dressed men in front of a restaurant so fancy it didn’t have a lit-up sign in front.

I guess if you needed directions to find the place, you weren’t welcome.

Both of them extended their arms, and I slid my hands into both of their elbows. Now this was how to feel like a proper princess. They walked me up the carpeted walkway and into the plush restaurant.

Jack and Teddy hadn’t just made reservations. They’d reserved a private room. A long rectangular table sat ready with a starched white table cloth. The real china, silver cutlery, and crystal stemware glowed in the already blazing candlelight.

Teddy excused the hostess and closed the door so we were alone. Jack moved the place settings and chairs around so we would sit all in a row. True to their word, they were both going to sit next to me.

I felt so special and spoiled.

Once we were settled in our seats, we picked up the menus the hostess had left us on the table. I tried not to react to the prices, but it was hard not to. One dinner here could buy my personal groceries for weeks!

“Don’t worry about the prices,” Jack said. “The owner owes me.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, fully aware of how closely we were sitting. I had to lean back to not have my face right in his face.

Teddy leaned over so close I could feel his warm breath on my neck. “It’s true. Jack’s done a lot of construction work for Ricky. Get whatever you like.”

“But don’t think we’re cheaping out by taking you here,” Jack said. “This is the nicest restaurant we know. Money is no object when it comes to how we want to spoil you.”

Heat crept up my cheeks and flutters circled around in my chest. I wasn’t sure what to say, all of this attention was a little overwhelming.

After we ordered, Jack regaled us with stories of some of the crazy exploits he and his brother used to get into on the property that used to surround the restaurant. Apparently, it used to be pretty wild, with lots of undeveloped acreage and places for kids to explore and get into trouble.

We laughed and bumped elbows, and I felt keenly aware of the men’s knees touching mine during various moments. What would happen next?

This dinner was nice, but I needed more than fancy salad and the world’s most delicious steak in order to recover from where we were.

Finally, I couldn’t hide my thoughts on this topic any longer, and silently stabbed at the part of my dinner I was too full to eat.

Teddy slipped his arm around me and traced his fingertips on my bare shoulder. “I’m sorry I made you feel unwanted,” he said. “That’s the last thing I meant to do.”

Jack slid his hand down my thigh toward my knee and put his other hand around my back in a half hug. “We want you more than anything,” he said.

I opened my mouth, but my mind raced too fast to formulate the words. I looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling and watched the crystals move and rotate in the light.

“Want me…” I said. “What does that mean? You want me…in your bed? You want me…to entertain you?”

Jack and Teddy locked eyes, and our server walked in to clear our plates and take our dessert order.

“The tiramisu is excellent tonight,” she recommended, and I nodded my assent. After she left, Jack and Teddy each took one of my hands and cradled it between their large mitts.

“Earlier, you said everything—that you wanted everything,” I said. “What does that mean?”

“It means everything,” Teddy said. “You. Us. All together as equal partners. We don’t like being without you. We feel incomplete. You are missed. You are part of this bond.”

“We hope you feel the same,” Jack added. He brushed my hair back, making me shiver. “We want to have everything with you.” He paused and looked at Teddy who nodded. “Someday, if it’s something you want too, we want you to take another one of those tests and have the result be positive. We want to be right by your side and make a family with you.”

“We’re all in,” Teddy said. “You, Jack, and me. Together. That’s what we want. If you’ll have us.”

This was a dream. It was some kind of slow motion dream. They wanted a life with me? A family? Did I want this? I closed my eyes and imagined my future. Where did I want to be?

In my imagination, Jack walked in from around a corner and smiled at me. Right behind him was Teddy, carrying a bag of groceries. I was cooking. Cooking for our family.

Family.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t find the words. A real family. That wanted me.

Jack was closest. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed and gave me the most ridiculous grin.

Teddy leaned over with a loving smile of his own. “Is that a yes I’m sensing?”

I nodded, and let the words building up inside me come bubbling out. “Yes. Yes! To anything and everything, as long as you’re both there. As long as we can all be together, as a…”

Tears filled my eyes and that sad little girl who longed for family for so long, the little girl who knew someday she’d build one of her own, jumped and cried for joy.

Teddy stroked his finger down my face and slipped my loose bangs behind my ear. “As a family,” he whispered, his eyes shining with the same kind of tears as mine.

Jack wrapped his arms around both of us and put his forehead down against ours. He squeezed. “Mine,” he declared.

The door opened and in came the tiramisu.

We sat back in our chairs and looked at our server with new and tear-washed eyes.

“Everything okay in here?” She looked at me closely, as if she was trying to make sure I was safe in the company of these two men.

I nodded happily. “It’s perfect. Everything is perfect.”

Later as Jack polished off the last of his dessert he declared, “This is sex on a plate. I don’t care who knows. I could eat this every day.”

“You can do that,” Teddy murmured, nuzzling my neck. “Personally, I want to eat Kara every day.”

I giggled and leaned back into him.

“Can we take you home tonight?” Jack asked.

“Not just tonight. Will you come home forever?” Teddy asked.

The sunshine in the middle of my chest expanded until I felt like I’d burst. “Yes, I will come home. Tonight, and forever,” I said.

“We can go pick up your stuff later,” Jack said.

Sudden dread hit me. “Oh wait, I can’t just skip out on my RA job,” I said.

Teddy’s eyes crinkled. “Debbie owes me so many more favors. I’ll text her and it’ll be taken care of.”

I blinked and Jack nodded knowingly. “It’s good to have people owe you favors.”

“Speaking of which,” I said, sliding my hands down both of their silky neckties and pulling them close to me. “I feel like you both owe me some kind of make-up sex.”

Teddy raised his eyebrows. “Now you’re talking.”

My body hummed the entire drive home. I was afraid to speak or even touch Teddy or Jack, the tension and excitement both so thick.

Finally home, and in the door, the vibration between us stretched and buzzed, greater than the sum of its parts.

Jack reached out and caught my hand, turned me around and had me up against the wall before I’d realized what had happened. His breath was hot on my neck. “No more playing,” he said, and pressed his lips into mine.

I clung on to him, the flames igniting inside me.

Teddy was right beside me and put his mouth on my throat. “This is for keeps,” he added.

I nodded, unable to formulate words.

Teddy reached behind me, his large hands cradling my waist and back, and unzipped my dress. He slid the straps off my shoulders and Jack helped him slide it off me.

I stood, still in my heels, wearing my strapless push up bra and tiny thong panties. My back pressed into the cold smooth wall, and contrasted with the heat in my body, and the fire concentrated between my legs.

I worried he’d throw my precious gown on the floor, but Teddy threw it over his shoulder. He grinned at me and leaned in for a lingering kiss, sliding one hand up my waist and stomach and cupping my breast.

“You’re going to love us. We’re red blooded men, and we know not to throw your pretty gown on the entry floor, too.”

Something in my heart sparkled with joy and I chuckled against his mouth.

“I already do,” I said.

“Enough talking,” Jack said, and pulled me toward him. He smacked me on the ass, and the sound reverberated through the echoing entryway. I shrieked with excitement and the next thing I knew Jack had me up and over his shoulder and was carrying me upstairs like I weighed no more than the dress over Teddy’s shoulder.

Every few steps he smacked me again, and then rested his hand on my ass, feeling the round globes of my flesh and caressing my soaked panties in between. The sting of each impact hurt and then bloomed into pleasure and arousal. My clit throbbed and I wriggled against him, rubbing my pussy against my tight panties.

Teddy was right behind us and I had a good view of his legs and crotch as he followed us up the stairs. His cock bulged in his pants, and I ached to feel him inside me.

It didn’t take long for Jack to have me in the bedroom, he firmly but gently tossed me on my back on the bed. He fell over me, controlled and strong pressing his monster erection against me.

I whined and groaned. “Enough teasing. Fuck me!”

“Who’s teasing?” Teddy said. He stood on the side of the bed and quickly stripped out of his clothes. His cock was thick, erect, and glistening with precum. I leaned toward him and opened my mouth.

Jack reached over to the night stand to grab the condoms and I put my hand on his arm.

“Wait. I was tested a few weeks ago, and I know you’re both healthy, so we can just…skip that, if you want?”

Jack and Teddy looked at each other, and I pressed forward before they could respond. “I can show you my results later if you need.”

Jack rolled back toward me and Teddy leaned down, his face next to mine.

They both kissed me at the same time, our lips having a three way. “We trust you. And we should be bare if everyone’s clean, because this—what we are? This is permanent,” Jack said.

A thrill ran through me. Permanent. We were really doing this!

“So how do you want us?” Teddy rumbled.

Heat crawled up my face, and I prayed they couldn’t see me blushing in the dim light.

“I’d really like, both of you at once. I’ve never done that, but it just seems right, especially tonight, and us, and…”

Jack chuckled, his rock-hard cock between my legs, pressing against my needy entrance.

“You don’t have to explain, baby. It would be perfect.”

“I’ll get you ready,” Teddy said. “You just relax.”

I took a deep breath and nodded.

Jack, in another fast wrestling move, flipped me around so I was straddling him. “Ride me, Kara,” he said. “You have no idea how much I’ve been aching for you.”

I reached down and gripped his girthy cock. He wasn’t lying. He was hard as granite. I positioned him under me and slid down his length. The stretch felt oh so good, and his size filled me. Though, thinking about my ass, I realized, I still had a little room.

Room for Teddy.

Teddy was already on the job. He crawled between mine and Jack’s legs and slid his hot tongue right onto my rosebud. My body lit up like a Christmas tree as my pussy clenched Jack’s cock.

“Oh fuck,” Jack moaned. “Whatever you’re doing to her, keep doing it,” he said.

Teddy replied with an animalistic growl, and dove into my ass, spearing me over and over with his tongue and making me squeak from his attention. It felt so, so good, and lit up nerves I didn’t even know I had. When I got used to that, he upped the ante and added a finger. And another. And another.

I moaned and clung to Jack and he squeezed me close to him. “Just relax, baby,” he said to me. “It’s all about relaxing.”

I nodded and remembered to breathe. I wanted this, I ached for it. Teddy’s rimming had only intensified my desire, and nothing but his cock buried inside me would satisfy me.

I heard a cap pop open and the squishy sound of lube squirting out. The sound echoed in the room. Knowing Teddy would think about that made me relax even more. Jack stroked my back and cooed in my ear, and I never felt so cared about in all of my life.

“I’ll go slow, just breathe,” Teddy said. He positioned himself behind me and slid the blunt head of his cock up and down my ass until I was pushing back toward him trying to get him to put it in.

This must have been the cue he was looking for because he stopped, gripped my hip with one hand and guided his cock into my tight hole with the other.

I gasped, the burning, the stretching.

“Breathe,” Jack said. “Relax. Try to push back against it. The counter pressure will feel good.”

He wasn’t wrong, and before long I was pushing myself onto Teddy’s cock just as much as he was pushing his cock into me.

I laughed, I cried, I moaned, and though it all, my Teddy and my Jack held me, soothed me, and best of all, filled me.

Completely.

It was the most overwhelming feeling—having them both inside me at once. Three became one. And we all derived perfect and overwhelming pleasure from it.

After adjusting to them both inside me, I suddenly wanted more. I wanted them to move. I slid my hips a little.

“I think she wants us to fuck her,” Jack said.

“It sure feels like it,” Teddy said. His voice was tight. “You feel so fucking good, Kara.”

“She sure does,” Jack agreed.

“Yes, no more talking. Fuck me!” I said. “I’m right on the edge, I can feel it. If you just…fucked me, I think I could come.”

Jack rumbled with laughter under me. “You think so?”

I ignored his teasing and hit him with the force of my lips on his. I tangled our tongues and felt his cock swell even bigger inside me. Was I going to be able to walk after this?

Did I even care?

Teddy stroked back, and Jack pushed in. Back and forth they sawed at me, and the cliff I was on rose higher and higher, the pleasure potential rising beyond anything I’d ever experienced.

My men were relentless and knew exactly what they were doing. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and the orgasm hit me like a tsunami. One giant mile high crash followed by wave after wave after wave of orgasm.

I screamed and screamed, and they didn’t stop, and neither did the orgasm. One after the other, each one more intense and sensitive than the last. Any amount of pent up frustration I’d had in me before that moment burned out of me in the raging fire of pleasure.

While the orgasms still ripped through me, both Teddy and Jack roared and pumped me full of hot semen. It splashed against my insides and lubed against my walls as they pushed inside me, filling me up, until it finally seeped out into a giant puddle of cum.

Jack rolled me onto my side and they both cuddled me, like I was the meat in the middle of their beefcake sandwich.

I couldn’t move. My bones had melted, my pussy and ass were sore, destroyed, and felt so fucking good. I was in the arms of the two men I loved completely.

And tonight was just the beginning.

Chapter Twenty-One

Jack

“She’s next! She’s next!” My mother patted my leg with a flutter of excitement. “It’s go time!”

I craned my head and got the camera ready. Kara was filing toward the stage with the rest of the graduates. She put her hand on her head to hold her hat on as she walked, and the silk tassel blended with her shining hair.

Teddy was sitting on stage with the rest of the tenured professors, and our eyes caught. The only thing better than seeing Kara graduate with her Doctorate of Humanities was sharing this moment with Teddy.

“Eeee!” My mom said. “Take her picture!”

I chuckled and Teddy flashed a smile at me, obviously able to tell what had just transpired with my mom. She used to drive me insane, and still sometimes did. However, she adored Kara. Sometimes I wondered if she liked Kara better than she liked me.

But that was okay. She’d found out Kara had no family of her own, and Kara was the daughter she’d never had. After that, all our relationships improved. Just another example of how much better life was with Kara in it.

My mom started bouncing up and down in her chair as Kara made her way across the stage. I stood up and snapped so many photos we could make an animated flip book out of them all.

Kara turned and peeked at me as she walked off the stage and my heart filled with excitement and pride. Teddy gave me a single eyebrow waggle. We were both so proud of our girl.

“Look at me with two smart partners,” I said to my mom.

She patted my leg and shook her head with her best ‘bless-your-heart’ expression. “No, baby, you’re the smart one.”

I snorted. “Sure Mom. Sure. Why do you say that?”

“Because you picked them both!” She said.

Someone in front of us turned around and gave us both a dirty look. Apparently, we were talking too much during a graduation ceremony.

I fake grimaced at my mother and she pressed her lips together to hold back laughter. We could celebrate later.

And celebrate we did. Like I said, my mom found out Kara’s story, and decided Teddy and I weren’t the only ones who were going to make Kara feel like family. Our house was overrun with caterers, and what seemed like everyone we’d ever met. She’d even hired a party planner. I’m still not sure why she did that. I grinned when I mentioned that I bet she took over all the work and made all the decisions herself anyway.

“Because someone has to be here to coordinate everything and I wanted to enjoy the graduation,” Mom said with a shrug. She was clutching my arm as we pushed our way into the house.

“While we are talking, now that Kara’s graduated, how far are you going to take your trio?”

“What do you mean? We are all in. This is the real deal.”

My mom clapped her hands together and did this little inside shoulder roll. “Oh goodie, so now that she’s graduated, can an old woman hope for some grandchildren someday?”

“Mother…” I started, hoping to all things holy that Ruth, my mother, hadn’t already started in on Kara about this.

“Jack!” Teddy saved me just in time and pulled me along. “You remember Austin Pierce, right?”

How could I forget Dean Pierce? No one forgot the talented and charismatic Channing Tatum look alike. He had been one of my liaisons with the drama department when I was destroying the building.

“Austin!” I shook his hand and sent a protective look toward Kara. Austin definitely would not approve of the fact that a student had been sleeping in the building.

Kara didn’t need my evil eye protecting her, not in that moment. She leaned against the counter in that easy way she had, and her laughter tinkled over the din of the crowd. She was talking to some of her TA friends, arm in arm with her friends Lauren and Sydney.

We’d have to get to know them better. Invite them to dinner and watch the magic of Kara with her two best friends unfurl.

Our whole life ahead of us would be full of Kara magic. I resisted the urge to grab her and carry her fireman style, up into the bedroom and fully open up that magic.

We had plenty of time for that later.

The party was a smashing success, and I found myself hugging my mom and thanking her profusely as I tucked her into her car. She was the last to leave, insisting on staying until the party employees had all done their jobs, and everything was cleaned up.

She squeezed me back and said, “Don’t you worry about that. Just make sure you two treat that girl right or you’ll have to answer to me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said. I had no intention of doing anything but treating Kara like royalty for the rest of her life.

As soon as I couldn’t see my mom’s car anymore, I sprinted into the house. Teddy had his arm around Kara and was giving me that look. He kissed her soundly and she blushed from what looked like champagne effects.

“Your mom is awesome,” Kara said, her arms out. I opened mine and pulled her in for a hug. She pressed against me and I was instantly hard against her soft curves.

I dipped my head down and breathed the sweetness of her neck. Teddy’s darkened gaze met mine. “We should go upstairs,” he said.

“But why?” Kara giggled, pulling us both toward her.

“I’ll show you why,” I said, and in an instant had both wrists pinned above her head against the wall. This did interesting things to her breasts that were already pushed up in the flirty little dress she’d worn under her graduation gown.

I stepped to the side, still pinning her against the wall, making room for Teddy to move in.

“She wants to know why we should go upstairs,” I told him in a playful tone.

Teddy ran his flat palm, fingers splayed, up Kara’s dress and skimmed his fingertips along her breasts, along her collarbone, and up around her neck. “We don’t necessarily have to,” he said.

Kara arched her back and groaned out a little keening sound that caused my cock to go diamond hard.

“You can fuck me right here,” she panted, and despite her limited mobility, spread her legs a little wider.

I laughed softly and leaned in to kiss her soft lips and sweet mouth. “Why, Dr. Whitman, how very wanton of you.”

Teddy was already rolling her panties down her hips. I laced her hands in mine and dropped her arms down and around her back. She stared at me with lust and dove toward my mouth with her pink lips.

She squirmed in my arms and I realized Teddy had slipped his fingers into her pussy.

“So wet,” he murmured, and dropped to his knees.

“Oh god,” Kara panted, and arched her back again. I slipped behind her and wrapped my arms around her chest. She held onto me for dear life as Teddy buried his face between her legs.

My cock throbbed. Kara turned her head toward me. “You should fuck me,” she said, reaching behind and running her hand along the length of my swollen cock, as if the thought hadn’t already occurred to me.

I was out of my pants in moments, balancing Kara with one arm and extricating my dripping cock from my waistband with the other. Thank god for yoga.

“Give me that thick cock,” she said and rocked her hips back and forth between me and Teddy.

With one arm around Kara and the other around my cock, I slid myself between her legs. Teddy’s tongue lapped at her folds and flicked the head of my cock. If I thought I was hard before…

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Kara chanted and I pushed the end of my blunt monster against her hot entrance. And pressed.

Such a tight fit at this angle. Kara’s heels helped, and she teetered on their high edges, the instability adding to the excitement and sensation.

Kara wrapped her arms behind her head and around my neck and ground herself down onto me. I pushed back and inched my cock into her wet heat. Her walls gripped and pulsed against me, and Teddy extended his tongue bath to include a swipe of my balls and still-exposed shaft.

I pushed harder until I was fully seated inside Kara. Teddy was licking her clit and vulva with enthusiasm, and I could feel Kara’s reaction to this against my cock. What a fucking turn on. I held her tight against me, keeping her still for Teddy too, and slid back out half way.

Teddy took the opportunity to dive further between Kara’s legs and lick her nectar off my cock as I slid out of her. Shivers of pleasure ran up my cock and spine and I shoved myself back into Kara’s heated core.

Kara was making noises I’d never heard before and it was harder and harder to hold back. I wasn’t ready for it to end quite yet.

Teddy shuffled his position and unzipped his pants even while keeping his tongue sliding on Kara’s clit. I watched him over Kara’s shoulder, and enjoyed the view of him pulling his pants off and fisting his cock as he sucked on her pussy.

He looked up at me with his dark brown eyes, so turned on, so full of lust and mischief, and stroked his cock harder.

Bastard, he knew what he was doing. I doubled my speed inside Kara, and got lost in her moans and cries, and the feeling of her hot sweet pussy and Teddy’s muscular tongue against me at the same time.

In the end, it was Kara who did me in. She shrieked and shuddered as the orgasm ripped through her and took me along for the ride. Everything inside me exploded and I shoved hot cum deep inside of her.

Waves of pleasure flowed between us. Her orgasm was my orgasm. My orgasm was her orgasm. Teddy groaned and slurped against us both, lapping up Kara’s creamy pussy.

Finally, we stilled, and Teddy sucked gently on Kara’s puffy lips until she mewled in protest. My cock slid out of her and Teddy caught me in his mouth and oh-so-carefully cleaned me off with his hot tongue. My toes curled from the excruciating pleasure and Kara draped against me, spent and panting.

Teddy stood, his cock hard as steel and pointing at both of us. “Now we go upstairs,” he said, and took us both by the hand and led us straight to our bedroom. We were in no position to protest, still in the haze from that epic orgasm.

He pushed us both onto the bed and we both lay, on our backs, propped up on our elbows, everything puffy and wet. He shucked his shirt off over his head and posed in front of us stark naked. He was a sight to behold.

The round muscles of his arms gave way to the hard planes of his chest and stomach, and even after all this time, the sight of his powerful cock took my breath away. He put his hands on his hips and surveyed us both. “I don’t know how I want you, but I want you both,” he said.

“Fuck her, and I’ll take care of you,” I said.

Teddy raised his eyebrows and grabbed his cock in his fist and squeezed.

“Oooh,” Kara breathed and locked eyes with Teddy. He advanced on her and she laid back and spread her legs. I turned on my side to watch the show.

Teddy wrapped an arm around Kara and hauled her higher up on the bed, caged himself over her, and kissed her hard. Then without further warning, he speared himself straight into her core.

Kara gasped in surprise and pleasure, and Teddy fucked her hard. She held on to him for dear life and her pink fingernails struck a contrast between the innocence of Kara’s look and the reality before me.

It was so hot watching Teddy fuck our girl, the next thing I knew my fist was wrapped around my rapidly growing cock.

I bounced up off the bed and circled behind Teddy, back and forth, like a hungry lion sizing up its prey.

“You better hurry,” Teddy ground out, temporarily stilling over Kara and sliding her hair back with his hands. She blinked up at him, wide eyed and open.

I grabbed the lube from the dresser drawer and unsnapped the lid. The thick squeeze blurted into my hand and I warmed it up in my fingers. I slid behind Teddy and ran my hands down his hips.

He got my message and spread Kara’s legs wider, so he could spread his own. I glided my lubed fingers between the firm lobes of Teddy’s ass, rubbing back and forth on that tight rosebud I loved so well.

My balls clenched and my cock throbbed in anticipation of fucking my gorgeous lover. Teddy slowly resumed rocking into Kara but was on high alert as I rubbed my knuckles back and forth against his bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, Jack, I need you,” Teddy groaned, and I peeked around and winked at Kara. She smiled in full conspiracy and wrapped her ankles higher around Teddy’s waist.

I didn’t want to miss the fun, so I slathered my cock in lube and rubbed it back and forth against Teddy’s ass. Anticipation was everything.

Teddy grunted and clenched, so close to the edge. I took a page from his book, knowing he could take it, and plunged my rock-hard cock deep into Teddy’s ass. He roared in pleasure and resumed fucking Kara double time.

I sawed into him in the same rhythm, dragging my cock against that spot inside him that would deepen and lengthen his orgasm until he was helpless against me.

Kara’s cries grew louder with each thrust of Teddy’s cock, keening in a staccato rhythm that somehow gathered us up with her. We all swirled up into one tsunami of pleasure, shuddering and groaning until we all were boneless and smiling.

We lay together, watching the ceiling spin, basking in the afterglow.

Kara reached out and petted me and Teddy, one hand on each of us. “We’re all covered in cum and sweat,” she laughed.

“The recipe for happiness,” Teddy observed, and I couldn’t hold back the toothy smile that came all the way from the bottom of my heart.

Kara rolled over onto her tummy and propped herself up on her elbows. She leaned over and kissed me, and then leaned over and kissed Teddy. He brushed the long bangs out of her face and smiled into her eyes.

“I love you, Dr. Clarke.”

Kara giggled and then straightened her face as much as she could. She ran her fingers into Teddy’s thick dark hair and stared into his eyes.

“I love you too, Dr. Whitman,” she said.

She turned to me. “Oh, Jack. Or should I be serious and say, Mr. Jackson Donoghue?”

A chuckle of amusement rumbled up my chest and out my throat. “Not if you want me to answer.”

Kara cupped my cheek and I inhaled, intoxicated by her sweet scent. “Okay, just Jack. I want you to know that I love you too.”

This wasn’t news to me, but it caught me straight in the heart anyway. My heart swelled, feeling as though it would burst.

“And I love you, Kara. Even if you did make me watch all those gawd-awful movies.” I looked up at Teddy and he laughed softly. I pulled my attention back to Kara and continued.

“You’re my world. You and me and our Teddy. Forever.”

I leaned over and kissed her lips, gentle and meaningful, full of emotions and love.

As I pulled back, a teary-eyed Kara echoed my sentiment.

“Forever.”

Teddy nodded and wiped his eyes. “Forever,” he said, clearing his throat.

Kara squealed with excitement and pulled us both close to her.

“Forever!”

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