Page 44 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Tristan

I couldn’t get them to my flat fast enough.

It was my sanctuary, the only space that truly felt mine, and suddenly, I desperately, frantically, wanted to show them it. I rarely brought people here—how could I explain all of the yarn to someone who didn’t know about my secret passion? Juniper and Marco knew more about me in a short few weeks than most of my lovers had learned in months or even years.

"This is beautiful,"

Juniper breathed, stepping past me into the main living area with the kind of reverent attention she usually reserved for architectural details worth preserving. Her dark eyes tracked over custom-built bookshelves, the carefully curated art collection, furniture chosen for comfort rather than impression.

Marco followed close behind, his architect's gaze cataloging proportions and design choices with obvious appreciation.

"The scale is perfect,"

he said, moving toward the tall windows that overlooked the city lights of Bath.

"Historic bones with contemporary comfort. Very you. Well, maybe it’d be more you if those shelves were filled with yarn.”

I felt my cheeks heat.

“They were. Shortly before we met, I had a date, and if it went well, I was planning to bring her back here. In a panic, I stashed all of my yarn and crochet projects in the conference room closet at work.”

“That’s why they were there?”

Juniper asked laughing.

“Well, since your crochet is what brought you to us, I think you should display them proudly. This shelf would be lovely filled with a rainbow of yarn.”

She ran a hand over the shelf, smiling. They moved through my space with the kind of easy familiarity that should have felt presumptuous but somehow felt right. Juniper traced patterns on the Turkish rug with bare toes, having kicked off her shoes the moment she'd crossed the threshold.

Marco examined the framed photographs on my mantle—family pictures I'd hidden from public view, images of the inn during better days, even a few shots of architectural details that had caught my fancy during various travels.

"Show us,"

Juniper said, settling onto the sofa with movements that made her dress ride up to reveal brown thighs that still bore faint marks from our earlier encounters.

"I want to see how your hands work when you're creating instead of just taking things apart."

The request sent heat racing through my nervous system, something deeply erotic about the idea of performing my most private ritual while they watched. But before I could reach for my supplies, before I could demonstrate the skill that had consumed countless hidden hours, Marco's hands found my shoulders from behind.

"Later,"

he said, his breath warm against my neck in ways that made my knees weak.

"Right now I want to celebrate what you did today. That interview, the way you claimed us publicly."

His mouth found the sensitive spot just below my ear, teeth scraping skin that felt hypersensitive to every touch. The contact sent electricity racing down my spine, made my cock twitch against expensive fabric as I processed what he was really saying.

"You were magnificent,"

Juniper added, rising from the sofa to press against my front while Marco's solid presence anchored my back.

"Honest and brave and protective all at once. Do you have any idea what that did to us? Watching you refuse to apologize for wanting us?"

Their bodies bracketed mine with heat and promise, Juniper's hands finding my tie while Marco's fingers worked at my shirt buttons with practiced efficiency. The careful grooming I'd maintained for the interview began to dissolve under their determined assault, expensive fabric parting to reveal skin that felt desperate for their touch.

"That reporter,"

Juniper continued, her voice dropping to something rougher as she loosened my tie completely.

"Trying to make you ashamed of this. Of us. And you just looked at her and said you hoped we'd consider making it permanent."

The memory of that moment sent fresh heat flooding through my veins—the weight of public declaration, the risk I'd taken by choosing honesty over protection. But with their hands on my body, with their obvious appreciation for the choice I'd made, it felt like the smartest decision of my life.

My shirt fell away under their combined efforts, followed by the tie that had represented professional composure just hours ago. When Juniper's palms flattened against my chest, when her thumbs found my nipples and circled them with deliberate pressure, I couldn't contain the groan that tore from my throat.

"Bedroom,"

I managed, the word coming out rougher than intended. "Please."

We moved as a unit toward my bed, hands roaming and mouths meeting in urgent kisses that tasted of promise and desperation. Clothing continued to fall—Marco's shirt joining mine on the hardwood floor, Juniper's dress pooling around her ankles as we stumbled through the doorway.

By the time we reached my bed, we were all breathing hard and mostly naked, skin flushed with arousal that had been building since the moment I'd walked back into that hotel suite. But instead of the frantic coupling I expected, they guided me onto the mattress with movements that spoke of reverence rather than urgency.

They positioned me in the center of my bed like an offering, Egyptian cotton sheets cool against skin that felt fevered with want and anticipation. The urgency that had driven us from living room to bedroom transformed into something more deliberate, more worshipful, as if they understood that this moment required reverence rather than haste.

Marco knelt beside me, his skin warm in the lamplight, while Juniper settled on my other side with movements that made the mattress dip just enough to roll me slightly toward their heat. Their hands found my body simultaneously—four palms mapping territory they'd explored before but somehow felt new in this space, surrounded by my most private possessions.

"Look at you,"

Juniper murmured, her fingers tracing the line of my collarbone with touch that raised goosebumps across my chest.

"So beautiful. All sharp edges and hidden softness."

Her mouth followed her hands, lips pressing against my throat while Marco's fingers explored the ridges of my ribs with careful attention. Each touch sent electricity racing through my nervous system, made my cock twitch against my stomach where it lay heavy and leaking.

"I want to taste every inch of you,"

Marco said, his voice rough with promise as his mouth found my chest. When his teeth scraped across my nipple, when he sucked hard enough to make me arch off the bed, I thought I might come from sensation alone.

They worked my body with synchronized precision, four hands and two mouths creating patterns of pleasure that made coherent thought impossible. Juniper's tongue traced the hollow behind my ear while Marco's fingers found the sensitive skin below my navel, each touch building on the last until I was writhing between them like something wild.

But it was when Marco's mouth worked lower, when his tongue traced patterns that made my hips buck involuntarily, that the thought crystallized with perfect clarity. I wanted him inside me. Wanted to feel the thick length of his cock stretching me open, claiming me in ways I'd never allowed anyone before.

The realization should have terrified me—another boundary crossed, another assumption about my own desires proven wrong. Instead, it felt like revelation, like finding a piece of myself I'd never known was missing.

"Marco,"

I gasped, my hands fisting in his dark hair as he worked lower.

"I want—I need—"

"What do you need?"

he asked, lifting his head to meet my eyes with dark gaze that seemed to see straight through to my desperate core.

"Tell me, Tristan. Use your words."

The request made heat flood my face, embarrassment warring with desire as I struggled to voice fantasies I'd never admitted even to myself.

"I want you inside me,"

I finally managed, the words coming out rough and desperate.

"Want to feel you there."

Something shifted in his expression—surprise maybe, or recognition of the trust I was offering. He moved up my body to capture my mouth in a kiss that tasted of promise and possession, his tongue sweeping against mine with the kind of hungry precision that made my vision blur.

"Are you sure?"

he asked against my lips, and the careful concern in his voice made my chest tight with emotion.

"We can take this slow, make sure you're ready."

"I'm sure,"

I breathed, meaning it completely despite the nerves that made my hands shake against his shoulders.

"Please, Marco. I need this. Need you both at the same time."

Juniper's laugh was warm and wicked as she reached across me to open the drawer of my nightstand, producing supplies I'd purchased weeks ago in a moment of fevered imagination but never thought I'd actually use.

"Someone's been planning,"

she said with obvious approval, settling the bottle of lube within easy reach.

"Optimistic thinking,"

I admitted, heat flooding my face as she examined the expensive brand I'd chosen with typical attention to quality.

"Smart thinking,"

Marco corrected, his fingers trailing down my chest to trace patterns on my inner thighs that made my cock jump with anticipation.

"Now spread your legs for me. Let me take care of you."

I obeyed without hesitation, thighs falling open to reveal everything to his hungry gaze. The vulnerability should have made me want to hide, should have triggered every protective instinct I'd developed over years of careful control. Instead, it felt like freedom—the kind of surrender I'd never allowed myself before they'd shown me what trust actually meant.

Marco's hands were gentle as they explored, fingers tracing sensitive skin while Juniper's mouth found my nipples again, her teeth and tongue creating distractions that made my entire body tingle with awareness. When slick fingers finally found my entrance, when Marco began the careful process of stretching my body open for him, I nearly came from the foreign sensation alone.

"Breathe,"

he instructed, his voice gentle but commanding as one finger worked inside me with movements that sent shockwaves through my nervous system.

"Just relax and let me do the work."

The stretch was intense but not uncomfortable, foreign pleasure that made my hips move restlessly as I adjusted to the intrusion. When he added a second finger, when he began to move them in ways that found spots inside me I'd never known existed, I cried out loud enough to echo off the bedroom walls.

"There,"

he said with satisfaction, fingers pressing against something that made white-hot pleasure tear through my spine.

"That's your prostate. Feel how good that is?"

I couldn't form words, could only gasp and writhe as he worked that spot with deliberate precision while Juniper whispered filthy encouragements in my ear. Her hands roamed my chest and stomach, then down to my cock, stroking my shaft until I bucked against her touch.

"Look how he's falling apart,"

she murmured, her voice thick as she watched me unravel under their combined touch.

"So fucking beautiful when he lets go. When he stops trying to control everything and just feels."

Three fingers now, stretching me wider while Juniper's mouth found my cock, sucking the head while his hand worked my shaft in rhythm with the movements inside me. The dual sensation was overwhelming—pleasure building from multiple points until I thought my nervous system might short-circuit entirely.

"Please,"

I gasped, my voice breaking as pressure built low in my belly.

"Marco, please. I need your cock. Need to feel you both."

"Soon,"

he promised, working his fingers deeper while his tongue teased at my balls, and Juniper’s swirled in patterns that made my vision blur.

"Almost ready for me. Just a little more."

Juniper shifted and straddled my face then, her wet pussy hovering just above my mouth in invitation that made my cock throb against Marco's lips.

"Take care of me while he prepares you,"

she said, lowering herself until her taste flooded my senses.

"Make me come while you fall apart for us."

I lost myself in the sensation of driving her over the edge while being opened for Marco's possession, tongue working her clit while fingers stretched me wider than I'd ever imagined possible. The room filled with our combined moans and gasps, the wet, filthy sounds of our lust.

The need to be inside Juniper consumed me with the same desperate hunger that made me crave Marco's cock. I guided her onto her back, positioning myself between her thighs while Marco's hands never left my body, maintaining the connection that kept me teetering on the edge of control.

"Yes,"

Juniper breathed as I lined myself up with her entrance, her eyes meeting mine.

"Fill me up, Tristan. I need your cock inside me."

I pushed forward in one smooth thrust, her wet heat enveloping me with the kind of perfect pressure that made my vision blur at the edges. She was exactly as I remembered—tight and slick and impossibly responsive, her body welcoming mine with the familiarity of lovers who'd already learned each other's rhythms.

But this time was different. This time, I was positioned on hands and knees above her, my ass exposed and vulnerable to Marco's hungry gaze as he knelt behind me with cock hard and ready. The knowledge that he was about to claim me while I was buried inside his wife sent electricity racing through my nervous system.

"Perfect position,"

Marco murmured, his hands gripping my hips with possessive strength.

"I can see everything—your cock disappearing into her pussy, how open you are for me. Are you ready, Tristan? Ready to be fucked while you fuck her?"

"Please,"

I gasped, the word torn from my throat by need that went beyond physical desire.

"I need you both. Need to be completely yours."

The first press of his cock against my entrance made me still completely, every muscle in my body going rigid as I processed the sensation of being opened by something so much thicker than fingers. He pushed forward with careful pressure, the head of his cock stretching me wider than I'd thought possible while Juniper's hands stroked my chest in gentle encouragement.

"Breathe,"

Marco commanded, his voice tight with the effort of holding back.

"Relax and let me in. You can take it—you can take all of me."

The burn was intense but not unbearable, foreign pressure that gradually transformed into something approaching pleasure as my body adjusted to his invasion. When he pushed deeper, when I felt the thick length of him sliding inside me inch by devastating inch, I thought I might come from the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely.

"Fuck,"

I sobbed against Juniper's throat, my control completely shattered by the dual sensation of being inside her while being claimed by him.

"So full, so fucking full. Can't—I can't—"

"You can,"

Juniper said firmly, her hands finding my face to force me to meet her dark eyes.

"You're taking him so beautifully. Look how perfect you are, letting us both have you. Giving us both the ultimate pleasure."

Marco bottomed out with a groan that vibrated through his chest into my back, his cock buried so deep inside me I could feel him in my throat. The stretch was overwhelming—too much and perfect and exactly what I'd been craving without knowing how to name it.

"Move,"

I begged, my hips rocking involuntarily as I sought friction and depth in equal measure.

"Please, both of you move. I need—"

After a few false starts, we found our rhythm, Marco pulling back as I thrust deeper into Juniper, then pushing forward as I withdrew, creating a synchronized dance that maximized pleasure for all three participants. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced—the tight heat of Juniper's pussy around my cock, the thick presence of Marco's length stretching me open, the feeling of being completely claimed, between them.

"Look at him,"

Juniper gasped, her nails raking down my chest as the movement drove me deeper inside her.

"So fucking gorgeous when he lets go. When he stops trying to control everything."

Marco's response was to grip my hips harder, his rhythm becoming more demanding as he drove into me with strokes that found my prostate with devastating precision. Each thrust sent shockwaves through my nervous system, made my cock throb inside Juniper's welcoming heat while my vision blurred with sensation overload.

The room filled with the wet sounds of our coupling—skin slapping against skin, the obscene squelch of movement in tight spaces, gasps and moans that spoke of pleasure beyond description. Sweat dripped from my body onto Juniper's brown skin, marking her with evidence of our desperate connection while Marco's fingers left bruises on my hips that I'd wear like badges of honor.

"I need you,"

I heard myself saying, the words spilling from my mouth without conscious permission.

"Both of you, always. Can't imagine going back to before, to being alone."

"You're not alone,"

Marco said roughly, his thrusts becoming erratic as he approached his own edge.

"Never again. Not as long as you’ll have us."

“We need you, baby,”

Juniper said, slamming her hips against mine.

“You make us whole.”

The promises sent me spiraling toward climax with enough force to make my vision white out at the edges. When Juniper's orgasm hit, when her pussy clenched around me with rhythmic pulses that milked my cock, I came so hard I thought I might pass out from the intensity.

My release triggered Marco's, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with hot seed that marked me from the inside. The sensation of being claimed so completely—of feeling his come paint my inner walls while my own release flooded Juniper's welcoming body—was overwhelming enough to bring tears to my eyes.

We collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and satisfied breathing, none of us capable of movement beyond the gentle touches that confirmed we were all still present, still connected. Marco's arms wrapped around me from behind while I gathered Juniper against my chest, creating a cocoon of shared warmth that felt like coming home.

"That was,"

I started, then stopped, unable to find words adequate for what we'd just shared.

"Perfect,"

Juniper finished softly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest while Marco's mouth pressed gentle kisses to the back of my neck.

"Revolutionary,"

Marco added with a laugh that rumbled through his chest into mine.

I closed my eyes and held them both closer, marveling at how completely my world had changed in the span of a few days. The man I'd been—controlled, isolated, afraid of his own desires—felt like a stranger now. In his place was someone brave enough to want things, to ask for what he needed, to build something beautiful with people who saw him completely and chose him anyway.

The future stretched ahead of us full of possibility—an inn to restore, a relationship to explore, a connection to nurture into something permanent and meaningful. Whatever challenges waited in the aftermath of public declaration and private discovery, we'd face them together.

For the first time in my adult life, I wasn't alone.

And it felt like the beginning of everything.