As they exited the car, Theo pulled into the driveway behind them. He shut the engine off before exiting the vehicle, his gaze trained on the house with a maniacal grin. “Where’s the household staff? Aren’t the butler and housekeeper supposed to line up outside of the house to greet you?”
“You’ve been watching too much
Downton Abbey
.”
“I’m a man. I don’t watch girly period dramas.”
“The fact that you know they’re called period dramas makes it clear that you watch them. And I know you cry whenever a character dies; don’t try to hide it!”
Theo raised his hands in surrender, his smile bright as he walked toward them. “I admit it, I give up. I love
Pride and Prejudice
and can watch
Jane Eyre
a thousand times.” He placed one hand over his heart and breathed an emotional and overly dramatic sigh. “Those stories are beautiful.”
Harper rolled her eyes at Theo, swatting at him for his playful teasing. After defending himself against Harper, Theo wrapped his arm around Flynn’s shoulder and steered them all toward the front door. He leaned in to Flynn’s ear and whispered, “Your house is stunning. You’ve made a perfect home for your son.”
Harper walked alongside Flynn’s opposite side. She took his hand and laced their fingers together, the rightness of her small hand in his perfection.
“I can’t wait to see Ben.”
“He’s been excited that we are having a sleepover.” Flynn’s father, on the other hand, had experienced a full-on tantrum when told that his son’s two lovers were spending the night. He’d invited his dad to dinner, but his father had declined, saying he was going to his friend’s house to play some cards with real people who knew what was right and wrong. At least they had the start of the evening free from distraction.
The front door opened before they made their way up the sweeping lawn, and his sister—a skinny woman with short blonde hair and thick Coke-bottle glasses—stepped out on the porch.
“Hey, Flynn!” She turned back into the house and called out, “Hey, kiddo, your dad is home. He’s brought your friends.” She grinned back at them, focusing on Theo and Harper. “He hasn’t stopped chatting about you both all day. Harper this and Theo that. I haven’t seen him this excited in…” She frowned, thinking back, her thin hair waving in the breeze around her chin. “Ever, I think.”
As the trio reached the stairs, Marcie came down the steps, her arm outstretched in Harper’s direction. Harper took it. Her expression was kind but reserved. Flynn wondered what she was thinking, seeing this other woman in his house. “I’m Marcie Dillon. Flynn has not stopped talking about you both. Clearly the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. At least where he and Ben are concerned.” She turned to Theo then. “And you as well, of course,
Doctor
.” Marcie wagged her eyebrows at Theo playfully, and Flynn had to laugh at her antics. Beside him, Harper tensed. It seemed as though their girl was a bit territorial, a facet of her personality he appreciated more than she would ever know. He wanted his lovers to feel possessive of him. He liked knowing they would fight for him.
But a fight was not what was needed here. Marcie had a peculiar sense of humor, and he knew he needed to define their relationship before any assumptions were made.
“Harper, Theo, I’d like you to meet my sister, Marcie.”
“Sister?” Harper asked, her eyebrows shooting up into her hairline.
Flynn had to kiss her then, a tender, nibbling kiss that flushed the color from her cheeks.
“Well, half sister of long ago. My mom and Flynn’s dad were married and had the delightful little ol’ me. Then about a year after I was born, they divorced, and Mom took me with her. I moved back recently, but Flynn and I always stayed in touch, thanks to my mom.”
Theo nudged Flynn. “You never told us about a sister.”
Marcie didn’t seem surprised. “Who wants to talk about family when you have two hot lovers to keep you company?” Marcie picked up a backpack from where she’d dropped it, then walked down the porch steps. “See you later, bro. Your mischievous kid is inside.”
“Daddy!” Ben poked his head out the door, and it only took a second for Flynn to see the colorful splotches all over his clothes and face. He was covered head to toe in paint.
“Marcie, what the fudge!” he yelled over his shoulder, conscious of his kid’s big ears.
She picked up her bicycle and shrugged, her grin as mischievous as Ben’s. “He wanted to stretch his creative legs and paint. Who am I to stop him?” With that, she expelled a crazed cackle more suited for a cartoon villain, then rode down his lawn and off into the street.
“Should we give her a ride home?” Harper asked.
“No, she lives only a few blocks over with her husband.”
“I didn’t see a ring on her finger.”
“Oh, were you scoping out my sister, Dr. Backstrom?”
“No, I’m observant. I’ve already got a sexy woman who drives me wild and uses me to exhaustion. Then there is this other guy with the insatiable appetite.” Theo dropped the arm he had around Flynn and stripped his shirt off, tossing it to Flynn.
“Um, Theo…” Harper looked around her nervously. “We can’t satisfy our insatiable appetites out here.”
Theo laughed. “No, we’ll have to save that for later. Why don’t you two get started on dinner, and I’ll give this little man a bath. I didn’t want to get my shirt covered in paint.” Theo went down to his knees and opened his arms for Ben. The little boy ran to him and hopped into Theo’s arms. “Can you show me where your bathroom is? It’s time for a bath.”
“I don’t want to be clean.” He lifted his arms, displaying his gloriously dirty self. “I want to be colorful.”
Theo stood, his deep voice rumbling across the house as he stepped through the door. “You don’t need to be covered in paint to be colorful, my man. Your personality accomplishes that without any paint.”
“I’ll never get over how good you two are with my kid.” Flynn pulled Harper close and stepped through the entryway. He stopped to shut the door, but then they continued on into the main part of the house.
“Whoa,” Harper echoed her earlier sentiment, her gaze moving from one feature to another. They stepped through the vestibule and then into the main living area. Flynn had a large seating area with leather chairs and couches, done in dark shades, as any self-respecting single man would. The main feature of the room was the brick wall that crawled over the east side of the house and the massive wood-burning fireplace he loved to light during the cold nights in winter. He could imagine the three of them, and Ben, cuddling together in front of the fireplace, maybe having some spiced apple cider. It wasn’t hard to picture Theo and Harper living here with him and Ben. It would be the perfect home, filled with love and laughter. What he’d always wanted and never had.
Flynn guided Harper through a small passageway that led to his state-of-the-art kitchen.
“Holy shit,” she mumbled, staring around. “You have a restaurant-style range!” She ran over to the far wall, running her hands over the stainless-steel griddle and gas burners. “You have a fucking pasta filler. Who the hell actually has those in their home?”
She moved from the range over to the island countertop. “Of course you have a warmer in your kitchen island.”
Flynn loved his kitchen. He loved the light-wood paneling on the cabinets giving it a French Country feel and the farmhouse-style sink that could hold any amount of dirty dishes. The light countertops and the butcher-block portion he used for chopping and dicing. It was functional and comfortable. But he had to admit, he’d never liked it as much until that moment, watching Harper bite her lips as she probably imagined cooking up a million different meals using all his kitchen toys.
“Do you want to cook tonight?” he asked, having no problem giving up ownership of his kitchen. Maybe he could convince her to cook in nothing but an apron, a skimpy bra, and lacy underwear. Maybe a thong. Hell, maybe just the apron. Christ, he was getting hard.
“No!” she said sternly. “You claimed you were going to cook tonight; I am just the sous chef.” She skipped—yes, skipped—over to him, her face bright and her teeth biting her bottom lip. “I can’t wait to eat the food you make us,” she whispered, leaning in close to rub her hands over his chest. “Then, after Ben is asleep, I can’t wait to eat my dessert.” She rolled her hips against him, acknowledging the hard arousal pulsing between his legs.
Flynn didn’t want to wait. He grabbed her hips and lifted her on top of his kitchen counter. He skimmed his lips along her neck and moved his hands up her side, tripping over the edges of her firm breasts.
“I’ve never brought anyone to my home before,” he said against her skin, finding her nipple under her shirt and squeezing to the right side of pain he knew she liked. She wrapped her arms around him, slipping beneath the hem of his jeans and dipping down between his ass cheeks. A finger skimmed his rim, and he jerked. It had been a while since feeling that sensation, but he was more welcoming of it than ever. Over the past couple of weeks, the trio had experimented with one another in a multitude of ways, but Theo hadn’t yet expressed a desire to fuck Flynn’s ass.
“You’ve never fucked a woman on this counter?” she asked, her voice husky as she played with him. “Never pushed a woman down to her knees and made her suck your cock right here in this kitchen?”
Flynn pulled her hand out of his jeans and gently pushed her down to lie on the countertop. His skin was burning up, and his cock pushed painfully against his jeans. But what he wanted more than anything was to put his mouth under her skirt and drive her crazy in retaliation for making him horny as hell.
He spread her legs and dipped under the long skirt, pushing aside her lacy thong to dip his tongue between her legs. Her honey soaked the fabric of her underwear and had begun to drip down her thighs. He lapped it up, savoring every taste and drinking her in. He kissed her pussy lips, making love to them with his mouth.
“Oh, shit,” he heard her say.
Flynn smiled, nuzzling farther into her flesh and using his nose to agitate her clit, coercing her body that much closer to release without actually giving it to her. Her legs were shaking. He tore her flimsy thong to pieces, getting it out of the way, and used both his hands to wrap around her thighs, anchoring her to him as he ravaged her cunt.
He dipped his tongue farther inside her, his lashing becoming more aggressive, mirroring what it would feel like to have his cock pounding into her, as he wanted to do on this table. He turned his tongue on her clit, flicking it over the engorged bud, teasing and activating the bundle of nerves, playing them to his benefit. Because it was to his benefit that he give his miraculous lover pleasure. Every time she came, he felt it down to his bones, a deep satisfaction. As her entire body began to shiver, the walls of her cunt contracting in spasms, his name whispered from her lips, Flynn felt it again. The delightful pleasure she experienced was shared among the three of them, always. As all their pleasure was shared.
He guided her through the orgasm, riding it with her with his lips, kissing the short hairs on her pussy and gently nuzzling her sensitive clit. He dipped his tongue into her cunt again, drinking down her sweet honey and savoring it.
“Flynn, I hear Ben coming down the stairs.”
Flynn kissed her thighs, her knees, her ankles as he came out from under her skirt. Her helped her sit on the counter, but when she made to jump down, he stopped her, leaning in to kiss her and share the sensual taste of her on his mouth. She returned the kiss willingly, her arms circling his neck, and his hands once again found her plush breasts. He couldn’t get enough of her breasts. He wanted to hug and kiss and fuck them. He wanted to squeeze them together and slip his rigid cock between them, fuck her hard until he came on her face. She would open her mouth, take what he offered with the same amount of pleasure he received from going down on her. It was the same for them, no matter who was coming or doing the fucking. Everyone shared in it.
“Daddy, what are you and Harper doing?”
Harper laughed as Flynn dropped his hands from her breasts to her hips. “We’re making out, Ben.”
“Making out?” the freshly bathed Ben asked. He trotted over to Flynn’s leg and grasped the seam of his jeans as he liked to do. “What’s that?”
“It’s an adult thing.”
Theo came in a minute later as Harper was attempting to accurately describe what making out was. He was still shirtless, but the front of his jeans was soaked, and he had a towel in his hands, running it over his hard abs and silky hair. The sight of Theo rubbing himself with the terrycloth fabric only served to remind Flynn how unbearably horny he was.
Theo’s gaze caught their precarious position on the counter, and his eyebrows quirked mischievously. He knew what they’d been up to. He looked down at Ben with a warm smile, and then his grin turned from mischievous to downright sinful. He bent behind Ben and hooked Harper’s thong on his forefinger. He waved it around where Ben couldn’t see it. He inhaled the scent of Harper’s arousal.
Flynn groaned.
“What’s wrong, Daddy?” Ben asked innocently, completely unaware of the high level of sexual tension wrapping the adults in the room. Ben looked over at Theo, but he’d already tucked Harper’s thong into his jeans pocket. “Are you mad I got Theo wet from my bath? He deserved it.”
“What? I did not!” Theo looked shocked.
“You made me get rid of my colorfulness.”
“Ben,” Flynn warned. “That’s not nice. Theo was helping you be a big boy, and you repaid him by soaking him down. Is that what you do to say thank you?”
“No…” Ben grumbled.
“What do you say?”
“I’m sorry for getting you wet, Theo. But I’m still mad about all the colors going away.”
“You’re forgiven. How about tomorrow, before I leave for work, we do a little coloring on paper. That type of color never goes away.”
Ben brightened. “Okay! What’s for dinner?”
Harper jumped off the table and lifted Ben into her arms. “Your dad is surprising us. Want to go play while he cooks?”
“Yes! I love sleepovers.”