Easton

“Scarlett’s on the pill.”

“Are you clean?” Scarlett asked. “We are. I can go and get our medical documents.”

“I trust the both of you. The way Liam’s handled everything, I’ve got no reason to doubt him.”

“You don’t.” Scarlett leaned in close and kissed his lips. She felt unsure, nervous. Should she be kissing him? Liam made no sound of protest, so she cupped Easton’s face and finally kissed him with the passion she’d been denying herself.

Even after all these years, her feelings for Easton hadn’t changed. They weren’t as free as they once were, but she still loved him.

She didn’t want him to go, ever.

Was it selfish of her to want two men and for them to want her? Yes, it was. She knew Liam wanted to share Easton, and she was okay with sharing this man with her husband and vice versa.

If only it could work…

It had to work.

Easton lifted her up so she straddled his waist. His hands went to her thighs, running up and down them.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting this?” Easton asked. “I spent so many nights with regret. I wanted to find you, but I’d always find some dumbass excuse.”

“You’ve found me now.”

“Yes, and you’ve got the most understanding husband on the planet.” Easton reached between them, and the tip of his cock touched her clit.

The grip she had on his shoulders tightened from the single touch of his cock. Biting her lip, she glanced down. This would be the first time in eleven years she’d had sex with Easton. The father of her child.

Looking back up, she stared into his dark brown eyes, mesmerized by the beauty of them.

She felt Liam at her back, and her love for him would never waver. If this worked, she hoped for one day when her love for Easton wouldn’t be so broken or shattered.

As she slid down onto Easton’s length, they both cried out. In her mind, she traveled back in time to when they crossed this line once before. It hadn’t been intentional, and for Scarlett, her first ever time with anyone.

Pushing those bitter memories aside, she focused on the Easton of now, not of then.

Lifting herself up, she began to rock against him, and Easton cupped her hips, working his cock inside her, guiding her pussy over his length.

Liam moved behind her, his lips trailing her neck. “You look incredible taking his cock.” She felt his hand between them, his fingers circling Easton’s cock as he fucked her. Easton tensed beneath her, but he didn’t stop.

This was all new and exciting, and she gasped as Liam’s hand moved between her thighs, stroking over her clit.

She needed Liam so badly. He was her anchor.

With him, she knew she’d be safe.

****

Later that night, Liam sat in his office, looking over some paperwork. Junior was being put to bed and was also having the time of his life knowing Easton would be staying with them for the foreseeable future.

In the next week, Easton would be moving in with them.

For their son, they would keep up appearances and he’d stay in the room he’d been sleeping in. With Junior asleep, Easton would always be coming to bed with him and Scarlett.

Running a finger across his lip, he glanced toward the sofa where he’d watched Easton and Scarlett make love.

They were … scared.

He couldn’t think of any other word to describe them. The passion for each other was off the charts. He saw the way they looked at each other, and even as Easton tried to hide his curiosity with him, Liam knew it was going to happen.

What Easton and Scarlett had was broken at the moment. He wouldn’t for a second believe he couldn’t fix either of them with the right amount of love and care.

Did Scarlett see the shattered man in Easton?

Liam sure did, and it broke his heart to know how sad he was, most of the time. When he didn’t think anyone was looking, Easton rarely smiled.

In the past couple of weeks, Liam had made it his mission to find out every single little tiny insignificant and life-changing detail of Easton’s life. The only way he could make a success of this relationship with all three of them was to know everything. To Liam, knowledge would always be power.

Easton’s past was connected with Scarlett. The death of one girlfriend, happening a mere few months before Junior’s conception, spoke volumes.

Not only did Scarlett and Easton share Junior, but they shared a memory of their last days together. Whatever Easton had said to Scarlett had stopped her from ever finding him out to tell him about their son.

“You okay?” Easton asked, entering his office.

“Where’s Junior and Scarlett?”

“He’s asleep. She took a swim. Said she needed a few minutes to clear her head.” Easton pointed at the chair. “May I?”