Page 15 of The Grumpy Vet (Vet Shop Boys Down Under #3)

Ryde

"Oh, god,"

I pant as Dario's thick cock ploughs into me while Linus pummels into him.

"This is so good."

"Which…part?"

Dario rasps.

I turn over my shoulder to see his head rocking and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. I know exactly what he's feeling because when Linus fucks, he doesn't hold back. It's like he channels all his power, all the things he may not express in everyday life, all the emotions brewing beneath his broody surface, and unleashes it into the way he fucks. He does it with oral sex, so it's no wonder he does it with anal, too. It's powerful, primal. Masculine. And so fucking addictive.

"All of it,"

I reply coarsely, loving the feel of Dario's cock stretching me out.

Linus might have more on the length front, but when it comes to girth, Dario wins hands down. Every time I've tried to jerk him off as we've been blowing Linus, I've struggled because it's a two-hand job.

Dario's fingers take hold of my hip bones as he ramps up his speed to match the breakneck pace Linus is setting.

I settle into a comfortable groove in the ground, my elbows down, my arse up, enjoying the pleasure emanating from my core, rolling through me in waves.

"Gettin' close,"

Linus grits out.

"Same,"

Dario says.

"In that case."

I lift my hand in the air. Both guys stop pumping immediately.

"I have an idea on how we can come."

"Is it filthy and debaucherous?"

Linus asks with a sinful smirk, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Naturally,"

I say, shuffling off my hands and knees. "You two,"

I point between them.

"I want you facing each other."

Dario frowns.

"How, exactly?"

Instead of telling them what I want, I show them, guiding them both to a seated position on the blanket facing each other, legs stretched out, Dario's over Linus's, then I make them shuffle in as close as they can until their dicks meet.

"I want you both inside me at the same time."

Linus's eyes blow out wide as saucers, while Dario asks, "Are you sure you're up for it?"

I huff and smack his chest.

"Of course I'm up for it."

"It's just that…"

Dario glances down to the impressive slab of man meat his and Linus's dicks create.

"It's a lot,"

he counters.

"I know. But I'm stretched. I'm loose. And most importantly of all…"

I smile as I stare first at him, then at Linus, then put on my most seductive voice.

"I'm a hungry little slut who needs to be filled up."

"I think we should listen to him."

Linus says it so quickly and so earnestly, it cracks Dario and me up.

"Of course we should,"

Dario says, recovering and sliding his hand over my cheek.

"It's our job to keep our little slut satisfied."

I never knew this side of me existed. The side that doesn't just enjoy getting my throat bashed, but loves it. The side of me that submits and lets one man use my hand like a Fleshjack while another man uses my mouth as his own private cumdump. The side of me that wants to be stretched out by two cocks.

Who have I become? I don't know, but what I do know is that I love it.

With my hands on each of their shoulders and them holding me around my middle, I ease my way down onto their joined cocks. Dario was spot on, it is a lot of dick to be taking, and even though they've both done a great job stretching me out, it's a slow, tight slide all the way down to the bottom.

When I'm finally there, I take long, steady breaths as my body gets used to the stretch. It's a sensation that borders on painful, but I know my body well, and I just need a few moments to get used to it.

Two sets of hands gently caress my stomach, my chest, my back, and it's the perfect thing I need right now to help my body relax. When I'm ready to start moving, I buck my hips and slowly start to bounce on their cocks.

I look to my left and then to my right. Both guys are fixated on the spot where our three bodies connect. This isn't about sexual positions, or who's fucking who, it's deeper than that. It's about the three of us coming together in the most sacred way possible.

We fall into an effortless rhythm, Linus and Dario matching my movements with thrusts of their own, hitting spots that stretch me deeper and wider than I've ever been in my life.

"I'm close,"

Dario breathes.

"Same,"

Linus rasps.

I take one hand off Dario's shoulder and begin fisting my cock.

"Oh, god."

Dario bucks his hips up, and I watch him as he erupts inside of me, still amazed he's not one of those guys who comes so loud you worry the neighbours might hear.

Linus isn't far behind, letting out a "Fuck, I'm coming"

before he joins Dario, chasing his bliss.

I hold out for as long as I can, until my guys are almost done emptying themselves inside me, and with a few tugs, I join them, spilling all over myself as I fall over the cliff.

Dario

Two weeks.

That's how long I've got until my contract at the clinic ends and I go home.

Home.

Do I even know where that is anymore? Sure, I've got my small rental unit, a car, and all my stuff waiting for me back in Blowend. But so what? Those are just material things. A house. A car. Furniture. Clothes. Apart from a couple of boxes of sentimental belongings, the rest of it doesn't mean anything to me.

Certainly nothing that comes close to how I feel about Ryde and Linus, and since our first time fucking out on the hike, the feelings swirling between us have only grown stronger.

When we fell asleep on Linus's couch after a marathon six-hour fuck fest that derailed us from finishing our new jigsaw puzzle and from catching the grand finale of Master Chef.

Or when we're eating dinner and we're all relaxed and comfortable and chatting away about everything and nothing.

Or just this morning when I passed Linus in the hallway. He was on his way to surgery, and I was headed for a consult. We just smiled, said hi, and lingered for a moment. I could have filled that small, insignificant moment with an I love you because that's what my heart was screaming, begging for me to utter.

But I didn't.

Possibly because I'm a chickenshit. Possibly because we were working, and it wasn't the right time. Possibly because Ryde wasn't there.

Orrr…all of the above.

I sink further into the couch in the staff lounge, let out a sigh, and look around the empty space. It's weird being in here on my own. It's only happened a handful of times in the past five and a half months. I miss the sounds of Wilby chewing and burping and being an all-round disgusting pig as he inhales food, or Fitz and Muir laughing away as they brainstorm TikTok ideas.

But most of all, I miss the incidental times Linus and Ryde are in here at the same time with me. A rare gap in our otherwise hectic days that gives us the gift of getting to spend a few more precious minutes together.

Minutes that are ticking by and dwindling as the countdown to my departure gets closer and closer.

Maybe that's the reason why no one has dared to break the great I love you divide. Before we make any grand declarations, shouldn't we first figure out that the hell we're doing? I love you followed by goodbye, it's been a great six months seems like it would be the worst kind of torture. To come so close to finding your people, to be right there on the brink of having something so great, so amazing, only to have it snatched away. That's fucking cruel.

It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? Nah. Fuck that shit. Nothing is worse than a broken heart, and my poor fucking heart is going to shatter into a million pieces when I leave.

If I leave.

"You look constipated, mate,"

Wilby announces, bounding into the staff lounge, causing me to jolt in fright.

"Was it one of Mrs. Mangle's lamb pies? Heard there was a bad batch earlier in the week. Apparently, Davo hasn't been able to push out a turd in days."

"I am not constipated, thank you very much,"

I say, loosening my frown, unclenching my jaw, and trying desperately not to let that mental image of Davo sink in. I have to pay him a visit tomorrow to check on his horses.

"So what is it then?"

he asks, swinging the fridge door wide open, lifting out a container that has FITZ'S LUNCH, HANDS OFF, WILBY scrawled across the lid so large I can see it from all the way over here, and helping himself to a few bites of a sandwich.

"Wait. Is it the other thing?"

"What other thing?"

He rolls his eyes, tosses the container back into the fridge, stomps over to me, and crashes down onto the sofa.

"The you, Ryde, and Linus thing. What else?"

What else indeed?

"Yeah. It's that," I sigh.

"What about it specifically? And if it helps in any way for you to get into very explicit, very X-rated sexual details…I'm all ears."

I turn to face him grinning that annoying goofy grin of his. It's impossible to be mad at the guy because even though he can be annoying as fuck at times, he cares. All the guys do. That's why they've been taking on extra shifts, giving the three of us more time to spend together. It's heartwarming that people who were complete strangers less than six months ago feel like family now.

"My contract is up in two weeks,"

I tell him.

"Mate, Linus will extend it in a heartbeat. In case you've had your head too far up his or Ryde's arses—which at this point, is highly likely—and haven't noticed, we are flat strapped around here. He'd want you to stay for no other reason than we are chronically short-staffed."

I shuffle uncomfortably.

"It's not that simple."

"Actually, it is. Just stay. If I could convince someone to give up New York with all of its glitz and glamour, surely you're not dying to get back to Blowend. No offense."

"None taken."

A gap of silence opens up. Wilby narrows his eyes.

"What am I missing?"

I pick at a loose thread on my T-shirt.

"It's stupid."

He spreads his arms over the back of the couch and flashes a wide smile "You're talking to the king of stupid. Lay it on me."

"You have a point,"

I concede with a smile of my own.

"It's going to sound silly, but…"

Ugh, I can't believe I'm about to admit this out loud.

"Neither one of them has actually asked me to stay."

Yep, it sounds just as pathetic as the million times I've thought it.

I glance over at Wilby, expecting to be hit with a joke or some sort of teasing about how I'm being completely immature and how this is so high school, which, I can admit it is. But I also can't help it. This is how I feel.

But instead, Wilby surprises me with, "I think I get it."

"You do?"

He nods, his man bun loosening a little.

"We all want to feel wanted. Having them ask you to stay would be validating."

His eyes meet mine.

"Am I on the right track?"

"Yeah,"

I reply, processing his words.

"Scarily so."

I guess Quade cheating on me and ripping me off has left me with a wound. An insecurity. That I'm not enough. That there was something wrong with me that made him do what he did. I know that's wrong and fucked-up thinking, but what you know and what you feel aren't always the same thing.

Just like I know that I fit in with Linus and Ryde, but a small part of me still feels a little like I'm late to the party. The third wheel. They're the OGs, and I'm the last-minute add-on. I realise that's not the case, but I guess having them ask me to stay would quell that last remaining niggling doubt.

A thought occurs.

"Please don't say anything to them."

"I won't. Believe it or not, I do know when to keep my mouth shut. It doesn't happen very often, but this is one of those moments."

He gives me a solid clap on my leg then gets up.

"You guys are going to make it, but you have to find your way on your own."

"Thank you. I appreciate that."

I really do.

Now the question remains, how exactly do we make it?