Page 86 of Turning Back

I won’t admit to it. If I admit to it, things will not be easy anymore. Things will be strained and then things might become unbearable. She’s not walking out, I know this. I feel this. No, she’s here, and she’s here to stay.

But Quin and I are another matter.

His trust might not be back but he’s forgiven her. He’s OK with the setup so far. He’s OK with the share. But it’s tenuous. Like one wrong move could set him back.

I refuse to be that one wrong move.

“Hey,” I say, stopping to lean against the quartz island. “Did I miss dinner?”

They both look at me, smile bigger, and some of the uneasiness melts away.

“I saved you a plate,” Rochelle says, breaking contact with Quin to motion to the microwave. I can just barely make out a plate through the mesh pattern of the door.

“I’ll eat later,” I say, so I don’t become the reason this moment breaks. Food can come later. I’m not hungry for food right now.

Quin sets down his wine glass, grabs a cut-crystal rocks glass on the counter next to him, and uses a pair of silver tongs to drop in three ice cubes with a series of clinks. The bottle of brandy is expensive, just like the wine, and it’s sitting on the counter, waiting for me. He pours, offers the glass to me, and I walk over and take it from him, our fingers touching—just slightly—in the process.

He’s been waiting for me.

No. Correction.

He’s ready for me.

“Busy day?” Quin asks, sipping from his glass.

I take a long drink of brandy, almost finish it, and exhale. “Not busy enough to make me forget where I was coming home to tonight.”

Rochelle pulls me into them like I belong there. Rises up on her toes and kisses me on the mouth. Our tongues tangle together, the sweetness of her wine mixing with the citrus of my brandy.

Quin joins in. No hesitation.

I have missed his mouth, I realize. I have missed these moments. And Chella just wasn’t the same. Chella was new and inexperienced. A novice in the game of Bric and Quin. Rochelle is a professional. The three of us together are the definition of team.

The music is perfect. Ray LaMontagne, Be Here Now. So very, very Rochelle.

She smiles at us, her hands on the waist of our pants. Like an expert, wise to the ways of unbuckling the belts of two men at the same time, she unbuckles us. Unbuttons us. Unzips us. Her hands slip inside and pull us out. Thick, and long, and hard. We kiss again. It’s slow, but the kind of slow that precedes something hard and fast.

It’s a kind of savoring, I realize.

Rochelle drops to her knees. Her mouth is eager. Hungry. I am so close to Quin, our arms press against each other. Still, Rochelle has us draw closer, his chest pressing against mine as she opens her mouth and the tips of our cocks slip inside and disappear.

I have to close my eyes when his hand rests on my hip. His fingers gripping into my skin, pulling me close, so we change position slightly. I know what he wants, but this standing position isn’t the way he’ll get it. Three people fucking at the same time requires careful maneuvering.

Stop thinking, Elias. Just enjoy.

Quin settles for less than perfect and places his hand over Rochelle’s. They fist my cock together. I join in, my hand over hers, on him. This is how we connect when Rochelle is on her knees in front of us.

Quin’s other hand is in Rochelle’s hair, holding tightly. I imagine how that pulls on her scalp, and groan.

We’ve done this dozens of times and each experience is better than the last. This time is no different. This is the best it’s ever been. This is the pinnacle of perfection of what we have.

We let Rochelle have her way for a little longer, but I can tell that Quin is as eager as me to move things along to the next wave of pleasure. He grabs her arm, signaling for her to stand. And we begin to undress her. I work on her pants. Unbuttoning, unzipping, then a forceful tug. She helps me from there, maneuvering her jeans over her hips until they fall to the floor.

She and I both start undressing me as Quin unbuttons her blouse, opens it up, and then pulls her bra down so the underwire will push her tits up. He sucks on her nipple as my shirt comes off. Fingers slip between her legs, making her moan as my pants drop to the floor and I step out, kicking them aside.

Then it’s Quin’s turn. She takes off his t-shirt as I wrap my hand around his shaft and slowly pump it up and down. Quin closes his eyes. He’s missed me just as much as I’ve missed him, I can tell.

I make her kneel again, push her head towards his cock, and she opens. I guide her as she sucks. Encourage her to take him deeper. I glance up at Quin and find him staring at me.