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  “Jesus,” he muttered. “You’re shaved.” Alex couldn’t for the life of him understand how that fact had escaped his notice in the bar. He’d been so focused on Allie—and how Charlie would respond to his touching her—he’d failed to enjoy the moment fully himself. Well, he’d make up for that now.

  Charlie’s hand beat his to Allie’s hot cunt and Alex fought against coming at the sight of his friend driving his thick finger inside her. Allie cried out at the rough touch and Alex decided it wouldn’t take much more to push her into an orgasm. Charlie’s hand stilled and Alex glanced up, surprised to find his friend’s gaze on him.

  “Both of us. Just like in the bar,” Charlie said softly, and Alex nodded.

  They’d both enjoy feeling her first orgasm. They were going to bring Allie over together. The comprehension that everything he’d wanted for so long was finally happening left Alex lightheaded.

  He added his finger, relishing the feeling of Allie’s hot juices and Charlie’s strong hand beside his. With his free hand, he mimicked Charlie’s movements, rubbing his own cock firmly. He fought the impulse to reach over and give Charlie a hand job he wouldn’t soon forget. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to be patient.

  They moved their fingers in unison inside her as Allie whimpered and thrust her hips against their touch. Alex was shocked when he felt Allie’s hand close over his. Looking up, he saw she’d done the same to Charlie and, as they fucked her with their fingers, she worked her fists along their cocks.

  He wouldn’t last long. Her hot cunt, her hand on his cock and the image of Charlie and Allie teetering on the precipice of orgasm pushed him to the edge.

  “Fuck,” he gritted out. “I can’t hold back. I’m coming.”

  His explosion seemed to break the silent tension in all of them and Allie screamed with her climax as semen erupted from the end of Charlie’s cock in great, long spurts.

  When he came back to earth, Alex saw Charlie kissing Allie, heard him murmuring sweet nothings, calming her before he looked up at him.

  “That was fucking amazing,” Charlie said with a crooked grin, and Alex burst into laughter.

  “I think it was actually amazing fucking,” he corrected, and Allie giggled.

  “Charlie, start this damn truck and get us home so the three of us can take a shower and amaze the fuck out of each other again,” she teased.

  Charlie peeled the tires in his rush to get them home.

  * * * * *

  As they pulled into the driveway, Alex watched as Charlie lifted Allie out of the truck and carried her to the front porch of their house. He couldn’t hold back a grin as he listened to Allie’s demands to be put down while Charlie ignored her. For over a decade, he’d watched the two people he loved most in the world dance around each other as if afraid to touch, afraid to admit what he’d always known.

  The three of them were a set, meant to belong to each other in a completely unconventional way.

  Allie knew what he’d wanted when she’d left. His feelings hadn’t changed and she clearly knew that by coming to their home with both of them, she was accepting his offer. He’d begun to give up hope that she would ever come back to them, afraid she simply couldn’t tolerate what he was asking.

  Glancing back at him, Charlie raised his eyebrows in question. Alex grinned and shook his keys at him. Tonight, he wanted both of them in his bed. He unlocked the door to his side of the duplex. Charlie set Allie down inside the front door and Alex walked over to her, taking her face in his hands. “Tonight is about you, hellion. Just you.”

  She glanced over her shoulder at Charlie before looking back at him with a questioning glance. Alex knew she was recalling his confession about Anderson, but he wanted—no, needed—her to understand that he loved her as well. His feelings for her had nothing to do with his feelings for Charlie Anderson.

  Charlie stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Alex could see her nipples harden at the contact, poking through the thin material of her sexy blouse. “We won’t force this on you, Allie. The decision is yours,” Alex added.

  He watched Charlie’s grip on Allie tighten and he could sense how badly his friend wanted this. Any reservations he’d suffered in the bar seemed to have been dismissed.

  “You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” she whispered lightly, and Alex felt the vise that had been gripping his heart since she’d returned home loosen and fall away. She would accept both of them into her bed and her body and, with any luck, after tonight, she would accept them both into her life—forever.

  “How about that shower?” Alex suggested.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” she teased.

  As Alex led them through his house, he was struck by the utter rightness of this moment. He’d fallen in love with Allie Brooks when she was sixteen. At the time, life at her house had been falling apart and she’d run away from home.

  Her mother had been diagnosed with cancer and her older sister Ginny had given up her dream of attending college to stay home and care for her. He and Anderson had been packing up, getting ready to head off to college when Ginny called to say they couldn’t find Allie…

  Alex and Anderson had driven around for hours before finally spotting her climbing into a truck with a rather rough-looking character outside an all-night diner.

  “Get outta that damn truck,” Alex growled as he grabbed Allie from the piece-of-shit Ford.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she yelled. She struggled not to fall on the gravel as Alex pulled her out and Charlie reached over to support her until she found her footing.

  “What the fuck?” the driver cursed, opening his door and coming around the truck. “Who the fuck are you two?”

  “We’re the guys who are gonna kick your ass and then call the cops!” Charlie yelled.

  “Oh yeah, what for?”

  “For kidnapping a minor,” Charlie spat.

  “Minor?” the asshole asked, turning to look at Allie. “You told me you were eighteen.”

  Allie shrugged belligerently. Since her mother had been diagnosed with cancer, Alex had watched Allie fall further and further into self-destructive behavior. Her pride in her appearance had disappeared and rather than the clean-cut, pretty girl next door he’d grown up with, she’d turned into the Goth queen from hell.

  “She’s sixteen,” Alex answered as the man’s eyes narrowed.

  “Fuck, man. I didn’t know. Lying bitch said she wanted a ride to the next town.”

  Charlie’s fist flew and connected with the bastard’s jaw before Alex could jump in and hold him back.

  “Don’t call her a bitch!” Charlie shouted.

  “Cool it, Anderson! Just get Allie and let’s go.”

  The man looked as if he wanted to retaliate for the punch, but taking a closer look at the two young men ready to take him on, he seemed to reconsider.

  “Fuck this shit. I’m outta here.” He got back in his truck and stomped on the gas, throwing gravel back at them in his rush to get out of the secluded parking lot.

  Allie whirled on them in anger, but Alex was unwilling to hear any of the poison she seemed ready to spew. She’d nearly left town with that asshole. God only knew what would have happened if they hadn’t found her. “Don’t say a word!” he shouted. “Your sister is out of her mind worrying about you. You were supposed to be home hours ago.”

  “Oh no, Ginny the good daughter is upset! Gosh, I really do feel bad now.” Her words dripped with sarcasm. She’d been driving all of them crazy with her reckless behavior lately.

  “You little smartass,” Alex muttered. “You’re acting like a spoiled, selfish princess.”

  “Fuck you, Taylor!” she cried out.

  “What’s going on inside that pretty head of yours, Allie?” Charlie asked softly.

  She sucked in a breath at Charlie’s kind question and Alex could see she obviously hadn’t expected tenderness. Tears formed in her eyes before she turned away fro
m them and Alex cursed his own harsh words.

  “I’m not going home and you two can’t make me,” she whispered.

  “Oh we can’t, huh?” Alex asked, more than prepared to throw her ass in the car if she took one step in the wrong direction.

  “This is none of your business! Shouldn’t you two be packing for college? Go away and leave me alone.”

  “No,” Alex answered simply. “Get in the car.”

  “I…I can’t go home.” She turned and looked at Charlie, ignoring him. Alex knew she wasn’t quite sure what to make of him and he suspected deep down she preferred Charlie to him. “Please, Anderson. I c-can’t go home.”

  “Why not?” his friend asked.

  She looked down at the ground.

  “Allie, why not?” He repeated Charlie’s question, concern and worry overwhelming him.

  Tears sprung to her eyes and angry, pain-laced words flew from her in such a rush, he struggled to understand her. “I can’t watch it anymore! God, I’m not strong like Ginny. I never have been. I can’t watch my mother die! I can’t stay in that house and hear her crying from the pain or throwing up because of that fucking chemotherapy. I can’t watch my dad and Ginny act like she’s getting better when I know she’s not!”

  She turned away from them for a moment and Alex could see her shoulders shaking as she tried to choke back the sobs building in her slight frame.

  When she turned back around, the previous pain in her gaze had been replaced with unadulterated rage. “She’s fucking dying! I know it! They think I’m a goddamn kid and that I can’t figure out the truth! They whisper about her diagnosis and shut up every time I come in the room. Do they think I’m stupid? Do they think I can’t see?”

  Alex felt her words in his gut. In their attempts to protect Allie—the baby—her family had left her alone, confused and forced to draw her own conclusions about her mother’s illness.

  “Allie,” Charlie whispered. “She’s not dying. Your mom is fighting the cancer and she has a good chance, a real good chance of beating it.”

  “God, Anderson. Stop lying to me! I can’t stand this anymore. I just want somebody to tell me the fucking truth!”

  Charlie started to respond but Alex moved forward first. He reached out and gripped her shoulders, shaking her. “Anderson’s not lying. Your mom is fighting—hard. Just today the doctor said the treatment is working. There’s a good chance her cancer will go into remission. I’m sorry they’ve been hiding things from you, but I wouldn’t lie to you—ever. You know that.”

  She didn’t fight his grip and looked at him closely. He suspected she was trying to read the veracity of his words in his face.

  “Remission? She’s not dying?”

  He smiled and shook his head. “Like mother, like daughter. Both of you are too headstrong and stubborn to ever give in to anyone or anything.”

  She smiled at his comment before gasping back a relieved sob and looking at Charlie. “Swear to me. Swear he isn’t lying to me.”

  Charlie moved forward and took her cheeks in his hands, holding her face gently in his grasp. “I would never lie to you, Allie, and neither would Taylor. Your mom’s a fighter, just like you. She’ll beat this, I know it.”

  Charlie pulled her forward and placed a soft kiss on her forehead and the image of it knocked Alex back a step. He struggled with the sudden awareness that there was something innately different about this girl, something special that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

  Now as she followed them down the hall, Alex knew exactly what it was. Had known for some time. She was their woman. She belonged to him and Charlie and all he had to do was convince them both to take a chance on what he’d felt in his heart for years.

  “Wow,” Allie breathed when they walked into Alex’s bathroom. He grinned at her response.

  He’d created the space with the three of them in mind. There was a large, open walk-in shower that filled nearly half the room with not just two showerheads but three. There were benches in all four corners and plenty of room for the three lovers to experiment. On the other side of the room was an oversized Jacuzzi tub and along the center wall were double sinks, above which hung a huge mirror and recessed lighting.

  “I think I’d like to take back my previous comments about the extravagance of your bathroom,” Charlie said with a crooked grin.

  “Oh so now you get it,” Alex teased as he recalled Charlie trying to convince him when they were building the house that such a bathroom was a waste of money.

  Allie giggled and hastily began to strip off her clothing. “You’d both be getting it if you’d hurry up and undress.”

  Her words hit their mark as Alex quickly unbuttoned and pulled off his shirt. He wondered if they’d ever be able to approach the act of lovemaking without dashing through everything. He knew they should be building up the anticipation of the moment, undressing each other, tantalizing and teasing, but he couldn’t see past the unleashed need that was clawing away at him, demanding that he take her now.

  Once he’d shed the rest of his clothing, he stepped into the shower and turned on the water, adjusting the heat level until steam began to rise. Turning, he saw that Charlie and Allie were also naked and his friend was kissing her as if his life depended on it. Alex stood beneath the jets of water for several moments, watching as Charlie’s hands worshipped Allie’s body and his lips paid homage to her mouth, her cheeks, her ears.

  One drunken night, Charlie had cried about Allie’s leaving. He knew his friend, too far gone at the time, didn’t recall the conversation. But it had torn Alex apart to know how deeply Charlie had been hurt by Allie’s departure—and to realize that it had been his words, his desires that had driven her away.

  Shaking away the unsavory memory, Alex reached out to pull the couple into the shower. “Too much more of that and we’re going to run out of hot water before you two ever make it in here.”

  Allie smiled and took his outstretched hand, letting him lead her under the pulsing jets. “Oh,” she sighed. “That feels wonderful.”

  Charlie joined them, moving to stand behind Allie as Alex took his turn with her lovely lips. Alex felt Charlie’s hands caressing her body and every now and then his fingers, his knuckles, would brush against Alex’s chest. He tried to still the overwhelming impact Charlie’s accidental touches fired in his body.

  Allie pulled back from the kiss to look at him and Alex was amazed to see total understanding and compassion in her gaze. “Soon,” she breathed against his mouth as she drew him back into her kisses.

  Chapter Three

  Allie reached for the bottle of shower gel sitting on a ledge and marveled over the fact she was truly here with Alex and Charlie. Over the years she’d thought of them almost obsessively. Worried she’d made the wrong choice by leaving. Fearful she’d thrown away her one chance at happiness with them.

  Jim used to tease her constantly about her fantasies and she grinned as she considered the fact that only her boss would think her regrets funny. Jim was constantly amused by her remorse over losing out on the opportunity to explore a committed ménage. She’d fallen into depression and threatened to come home more than a few times during the past six years, but every time Jim would whisk her off to Italy or Switzerland or someplace where the scenery would leave her breathless, convincing her that she wasn’t ready, that it was too soon. And he never failed to prove his point that she’d made the right decision.

  She’d needed to find herself and now, as she stood between them, Alex and Charlie engulfing her with their strong, sexy bodies, she knew she was offering them a whole woman, one with no regrets or unfulfilled dreams.

  Well, other than the one I’m experiencing at the moment. She giggled lightly at the thought.

  “What’s so funny?” Charlie whispered in her ear, nipping at the lobe while pinching her nipples so firmly she dropped the bottle of shower gel.

  She moaned at the intensity of his touches and instantly forgot his question.<
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  Alex ran his hands over her hips, pulling her closer to him. His erection brushed against her stomach as he bent down to kiss her lips before murmuring against them, “You didn’t answer Charlie’s question.” His hands drifted to her pussy and his fingers toyed with her clit.

  She sucked in an excited breath. “Um. What was his question?”

  Charlie chuckled. “You were smiling, laughing. Why?”

  She looked over her shoulder at the face of her teenage crush and giggled again. “I’m just so happy. It sort of keeps slipping out.”

  Charlie smiled widely at her words. “Oh I like that. I think we’re going to have to see if we can squeeze more of those giggles out.” As he spoke, he roughly pinched her nipples as Alex drove a finger into her drenched opening. She gasped loudly at the overwhelming impact of both men touching her, teasing her, driving her too quickly to orgasm. She’d barely recovered from the one in the truck and yet she suspected she’d be screaming in seconds.

  Alex pulled his finger out, only to return with another. “I like the giggles,” he said as he thrust roughly inside her several times. She reached for his shoulders, clinging to them for support as her climax started. Charlie pinched her nipples again and she screamed, her body shuddering as she fell headfirst into the powerful orgasm.

  For several moments none of them moved as the hot jets of water pounded against their bodies. Allie struggled and gasped to fill her lungs with air, besieged by the glorious sensations attacking her body. Her skin suddenly felt too sensitive, too cognizant of every drop of water, every brush of their rough fingers, every hot breath from their lips.

  “I like the giggles,” Alex repeated, rousing her from her sex-induced stupor. “But I love the screams more.”

  “Oh yeah,” Charlie agreed. “I think maybe I would rather hear a few more of those tonight.”

  “Tonight?” she asked weakly, trying to work up the energy to be offended when both men laughed.

  “We’re not finished yet, Allie. Nowhere near, in fact.” Alex cupped her cheeks and kissed her, lightly, softly, and yet it was enough to set her overheated body on fire again.