“Yes, yes, fuck, yes.”
Panting, he let the orgasm take him over as he spilled himself into the condom. Hearing his lovers’ moan again as he came only made the moment more sweet.
Nothing had ever, ever been sweeter.
As the residual jolts subsided, Tristan slumped against Caity’s back. He knew he was too heavy, but he couldn’t move just yet.
“Just a sec,” he mumbled. “Promise.”
Caity fumbled behind her for his hand. “’Kay.” After a moment, she added, “You know, that shaving thing. Not such a bad idea. Feel…everything.”
Matt and Tristan chuckled at her dazed, awed tone. “Glad it works for you,” Matt said, rubbing his nose against her cheek until she let out a soft giggle.
Tangled together, they sprawled over every inch of the bed. Tristan brushed his cheek over Caity’s damp back and breathed her in, enjoying her and Matt’s combined scents. The smell of sex filled the air, mixed with peach and the wintergreen of Matt’s aftershave.
A perfect trio.
Smiling, Tris loosely linked his fingers with Matt’s. Then came a soft sniffle.
Tris lifted his head. “Caity?” he asked, stroking the curve of her hip. “Are you crying?”
“No.” She sniffled more and turned her face into Matt’s chest. Matt met Tristan’s gaze over her head and shrugged.
“What’s wrong, short stuff?” Matt asked, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Nothing. Fine. Afterglow.”
“Right.” Matt shook his head. “I cry after coming all the time.”
“Did I hurt you?” Tristan glanced down at her ass and frowned at the bright red handprints. He brushed his fingers over them in apology. “Sorry, sweetheart. I got rough. Didn’t mean to.”
“I’m okay. It didn’t hurt. Much.”
They shifted apart and quickly cleaned up before Matt and Tristan aligned on either side of her and boxed her in with their arms and their kisses. They’d get it out of her, whatever it was.
“Gonna tell us?” Matt asked, cradling her hip in his palm while his lips roamed her cheek.
“No. It’s stupid.”
“Tell us.” Tristan nuzzled her neck and hoped to God he hadn’t hurt her, despite her assertions otherwise. She was so small, so easy to bruise.
“I won’t do this every time,” she said, seeming to calm for a moment before the floodgates opened and tears raced down her cheeks.
Again Matt looked at him. Chick thing? he mouthed.
When her sobs began to slow, Tristan nudged her onto her back between them. “We don’t have to do that again, if you don’t want. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Ever. I promise.”
“I liked it, a lot. I came, didn’t I? A couple of times. And God, so hard. All of it was beyond incredible.” Her shudder gratified Tristan, and he could tell from Matt’s grin he felt similarly. “It wasn’t the sex. Or it was,” she said, wiping her tears away with obvious frustration. “It just hit me all at once when you were both inside me. What we were doing. What we are now to each other. How I won’t ever be alone again.”
“Oh, Caity—”
She shook her head, cutting Tristan off. Her quivering chin pierced an arrow in his already sore chest. “I love you,” she whispered to him.
“I love you too,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
“And you,” she said, shifting to stare up at Matt.
“I love you,” he replied without any of his usual bravado.