“She prays for you plenty, you and Travis. But that’s because she’s heard me complaining and knows you need divine intervention to get back in my good books.” Ashley blinked dramatically.
Travis nudged her with his shoulder before turning his attention back on Cassidy. “So if everything is all right, why do you keep going off into this haze?”
“Because I didn’t have a family, and now I do.” The confession came out a little ragged at the edges. “I can’t think back on my years growing up without it hurting, so the reminder that everybody’s looking back makes me relive that sadness.”
“Oh, Cass.” Ashley cradled his face in both her palms. Her big expressive eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he insisted, leaning forward to kiss her. Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her lush body flush against his. He spoke past her ear, allowing the embrace to wrap him up with sweet tenderness. “Because every time I feel that sadness, it gets stomped on so damn hard and fast because the beautiful truth of what we’ve got now hits like a bale dropping from the hayloft.”
Travis’s strong arms wrapped around them both. “This is real, and it’s ours, and we’re not ever giving it up.”
“Damn right,” Ashley agreed. Then she wiggled and broke the embrace between the three of them, sheer mischief on her face. “Well, now that we know what’s causing your distraction, we need to set up the counter-distraction. Because, sweetie, you just can’t go off like that at the drop of a hat. It’s not safe.”
“I agree.” Travis looked Cassidy over, heat rising in his eyes.
Oh, hell. “What do you have in mind?”
“Giving you something else to think about when those sad thoughts try to sneak in.” Ashley held out her hand.
It wasn’t a decision that needed much thought. Cassidy got to his feet willingly, following the two people who were his lovers into the largest bedroom. The one with a lock on the door that they shared when they needed privacy and space to play.
His partners. His husband and his wife, no matter what the names were on any legal papers.
It didn’t matter how many times the three of them had fooled around over the years, it was still a fresh miracle every time.
Travis took control, naturally, catching Cassidy’s hand and pulling him tight to his torso. The strong, masculine lines of his body contrasted sharply with lush softness as Ashley pressed against Cassidy on the other side.
“Take off his clothes,” Travis said.
“Oh, boy.” Ashley’s eagerness was clear, not just in how she popped up in front of Cassidy but in the way she moved to obey. She grinned. “His bossiness is feeling extra bossy tonight.”
“And once you’re done with him, take off your own,” Travis added, clearly amused.
“How about I help with that?” Cassidy said. “Since this is supposed to be about making good memories for me, and all.” He met Travis’s gaze. “I like unwrapping things.”
“You’ll be too busy,” Travis informed him. Before Cassidy could ask what that meant, he was being kissed.
The press of Travis’s lips against his was wild. Hungry and raw, one step up from animalistic. The sweet kiss in front of their children earlier had been about connection and a gentle, eternal type of love.
This kiss was all fire, and Cassidy dove in with hungry eagerness. Teeth bumping, hands digging into Travis’s muscles, bracing himself to enjoy the assault. Clothes were tugged away, but it was the sharp nip of teeth on his lower lip and the demanding thrust of Travis’s tongue that kept Cassidy’s attention.
A moment later, naked breasts pressed against his back. Ashley’s soft hand slipped between them to wrap around his cock. Cassidy swore, but it wasn’t to make her stop. And while Travis backed up just far enough to rid himself of his own clothing, Cassidy soaked it all in.
A memory? Hell, this night was being burned on every bit of him. His retinas, his skin, his taste buds as Ashley curled herself around him and took up the kiss. Her hands continued to move in a wicked, dangerous tease over his cock.
Sometimes, when they made love, it would go on for hours. Between the two of them, he and Travis could switch off and work over Ashley, or each other, multiple times. But tonight wasn’t about leisurely pleasure. It was about taking and being taken, and moments later, Cassidy found himself flat on his back, Ashley straddling his thighs and rocking her wet heat over his aching erection.
“Now, sweetheart,” Travis encouraged, gripping her hips and lining them up. Taking control of even this as Cassidy and Ashley sighed with satisfaction as they joined.
Ashley’s eyes fluttered shut. “That feels so good.”
Cassidy thrust up into her, pleasure spiking as she dragged her fingernails over his chest. “Fuck.”
“Roll over,” Travis ordered, and the next instant, when Cassidy found himself over Ashley, staring into her bright-blue eyes, he realized they were only halfway there.
Taking and being taken—
Travis covered his body from the back, lips pressed against the side of Cassidy’s neck briefly in a far-too-tender kiss for the heat of the moment. “I love you,” he said.
Calm kisses, but Travis’s hands were doing dangerous things, sliding over Cassidy’s body, preparing him. And when Travis pressed his cock into Cassidy and the three of them were connected in their own unique, dirty-sweet, and passionate embrace, it was perfect.
“Oh my God, this is—” Cassidy fell silent. There really were no words for it. The extreme pleasure of feeling Ashley under him and Travis deep and hard inside him…
“Move.” The order came from Ashley, her hands extending around Cassidy’s shoulders to scratch Travis. “All of us, together.”
Slow at first then harder. Cassidy stared into Ashley’s eyes and saw a reflection in them. Just like the black and white art that hung on the wall over the bed, they were one. Surrounding each other, the painting Ashley had made so many years ago remained a reflection of their life together. Not just the sex, not just the creating of a family, but every day.
Wrapped around each other, watching out for each other, loving each other.
After Ashley had dragged her nails down Cassidy’s arms hard enough to leave marks. After Travis had come, and Cassidy as well, stars floating in front of his eyes—
After the physical act was done, the emotional connection pulsed between them like a live wire, raw and energetic. Powerful, potentially dangerous, yet for them, the only possible way.
Cassidy held his hearts close. He kissed Ashley’s temple then wiggled until Travis was included in the embrace. “Good memories,” he said softly.
Travis grinned. “The best.”
Coleman Memory Book
~Kate (Moonshine) Coleman~
For me, memories come in small, medium, and big packages.
My time as a Coleman started when I fell in love with Randy. Finding our way as a twosome was magical and sweet as well as frustrating and annoying. Because, as we like to joke, if two people in a relationship always get along, then you don’t need one of them.
Overall, our twosome is a unit, and we work together to get things done and enjoy life. Play as well as work. Still learning that at times.