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  Sera flinched and bucked, wriggled away as far as he could. “Yes, you have every right to—

  “I should blacken both your eyes, knock some of your fucking teeth out too.” Flynn stared down at him. A glisten of sweat sat on his brow.

  “If it makes you feel better.” He’d do whatever it took to make it up to Flynn and Piper. “Do what you need to.” He braced, convinced another punch would head his way.

  Flynn wrinkled his nose, his eyes darkened. “Maybe I will.” He straightened his legs so they were over Sera’s, curled his hips under and slid his cock, through their clothing, over Sera’s groin. “Maybe I won’t.”

  Fuck, he’s so hard.

  Sera felt blood rush to his shaft. A full-blown erection to match Flynn’s was growing rapidly. He moaned and hooked his leg around Flynn’s, pulling him nearer.

  “You have no idea what you did to us,” Flynn said, gripping Sera’s jawline and holding his face steady.

  “I…I missed you both too.” To prove it he tilted his hips, rutting against Flynn. “There’s been no one else. I only thought of you.”

  “So why?”

  “Family stuff, so much…” He glanced away, at the window, and studied the net curtain that hung there. He didn’t want to tell Flynn about his father, not now, not like this.

  Flynn ducked and kissed Sera’s exposed neck, licking and nibbling on the tendons.

  Sera shut his eyes and enjoyed his lover’s lips on him again, something he’d missed desperately. Okay, it was frantic, not the leisurely caress he’d enjoyed in the past, but he’d take what he could.

  Suddenly Flynn released his arms.

  Sera shifted and gripped Flynn’s head, his palms against his cheeks. He drew his face to his.

  He had so much to say, but nothing came out of his mouth.

  For a moment they froze, just staring at each other.

  Flynn’s eyes flashed, his lips were damp.

  He slid down the bed, pushing at Sera’s top so he could kiss his chest.

  Sera quickly pulled the T-shirt off, threw it to the floor.

  “These…” Flynn said, grabbling with Sera’s belt buckle. “Gone. Now…”

  “Yes.” Sera assisted in the removal of his shorts and boxer briefs, but he didn’t waste time kicking them away. He was content with them on his knees—it was only his cock he needed free.

  Flynn wrapped his palm around Sera’s shaft and held it in a firm grip.

  “Oh God, meu amor faz o que você quiser me.” Flynn could do whatever he wanted to him. He was his, would be forever, and Piper’s too, both of them. But this was man stuff, this was rough play and damn it was hot.

  “We missed you so fucking much,” Flynn said, dragging his hand up to the tip of Sera’s shaft then down to the root.

  “God, yes, show me…”

  Flynn dropped to his knees on the floor and angled his head over Sera’s cock. There was no moment of savoring, no hesitation, he just opened his mouth wide and took Sera to the back of his throat.

  “Ah, fuck…” Sera arched his spine and threaded his hands into Flynn’s hair. The hot, wet suction of his throat, the feel of his ridged palate, the curl of his tongue… It was incredible, it was everything he’d been longing for. Damn, he hoped he wasn’t expected to have any stamina.

  Flynn took him deep, so deep, and cupped Sera’s balls at the same time.

  Sera raised his knees, his shorts bunching at his feet then landing on the floor. He clamped around Flynn’s torso. “Oh yes, please, more, oh fuck…”

  Flynn bobbed up and down at a fast pace, his lips a tight seal, his hand joining in and increasing the friction.

  “I’m going to…” Sera thrashed his head from left to right. He normally had more control, but damn, it had been a while and he wanted it so badly. He was hot, his skin tingled. He curled forward, his abdominal muscles tensing, and peeled open his eyes. The sight of Flynn sucking him off with furious speed had cum boiling up from his balls.

  He tugged on Flynn’s hair. “I’m going to… If you don’t want me to… Come in your mouth… Argh…”

  Flynn slid his saliva-damp finger into Sera’s ass.

  Sera flopped back on the bed and canted his hips. Damn, ass play too. I don’t stand a chance.

  As Flynn buried another finger deep in Sera and swiped over his prostate, Sera came. A long hot rope of cum fizzed up his cock and burst from his slit, hitting the back of Flynn’s throat.

  Flynn swallowed it down, keeping up his vigorous ministrations and gulping rapidly. Each time he did, it tugged the end of Flynn’s cock, heightening the exquisite sensations.

  “Oh, oh…yes, yes…” Sera shouted, releasing Flynn’s hair and clutching the sheet. He screwed it up in his fist until his fingers ached. “Take me, oh God, I love you…”

  Flynn sucked up and let Sera’s cock pop from his mouth. He caught it in his palm and continued to stroke it with firm, quick movements. He looked up at Sera.

  “That was…” Sera had no words. It had been so fast, so intense.

  Flynn released him and stood. He quickly undid his own shorts and shoved them down. His thick erection sprang forward, the domed head shiny and the shaft deep mauve.

  “Sit,” Flynn commanded.

  Panting, Sera did as he’d been instructed and his head came level with Flynn’s groin.

  Flynn clutched his cock in one hand and slid his hand around Sera’s nape with the other. “Open.”

  Sera stared up at him. His heart was thudding and his muscles trembling from his own orgasm. But fuck, he was still so turned on, so in lust with Flynn. He could think of nothing else.

  Not taking his gaze from Flynn’s face, Sera licked his lips then opened his mouth.

  Quickly, again with no preamble, Flynn fed his cock between Sera’s lips, on and on, to the base of his throat. He tightened his hand on the back of Sera’s neck and held him still as he settled himself there. “Urgh…” he groaned.

  Sera rejoiced in the familiar flavor of Flynn’s cock—heat and man, sex and pleasure, musky yet with underlying hints of soap and Piper.

  “Ah, yeah, fuck, take me, all the way…” Flynn said, his eyes wide.

  Sera scooped his tongue around Flynn’s hot, hard shaft and relaxed his throat. He reached for Flynn’s balls, caressed them, then pulled them away from his body.

  Flynn groaned and tipped his head to the ceiling.

  Sera knew how much he liked that, a little tension on his scrotum as he worked to climax.

  “Yes, fuck me, fuck me with your mouth,” Flynn said. “Show me how glad you are to be back.”

  Oh, Sera was glad to be back all right. For the first time in weeks he didn’t feel shrouded in sorrow, guilt and responsibility.

  “Damn it, fuck… You’re so good.” Flynn pulled almost out then sank back in, jerking his hips and moving Sera’s head. “I missed how you do this. How you…just…take it…”

  Sera allowed Flynn to control the movements of his head and slip in and out at the feverish pace that suited him. He tugged on his balls then pushed them up against his body when Flynn hit maximum depth.

  Flynn gasped and upped the urgent tempo of his rapid movements.

  Sera wanted Flynn to come quickly. He wanted Flynn to show the same lack of stamina he had. As his pulse raced in his ears, he reached up and pinched Flynn’s nipple, the one with the silver bar.

  “Oh, yeah…” Flynn moaned, his fingers curling in Sera’s mass of hair.

  Sera tasted pre-cum. He gently massaged Flynn’s nipple, tweaking the bar to the point he heard Flynn groan. Yes, he knew what hit Flynn’s buttons all right. A few weeks away didn’t mean he’d forgotten that skill.

  “I’m coming… Oh, yeah… I’m coming.” Flynn tunneled in deeper still.

  Sera fought a gag then swallowed the first hit of cum as it rushed from Flynn’s cock.

  He tasted so good, warm and briny, full of desire.

  On and on, Flynn forged into Sera. His balls retracte
d farther and his cock surged.

  Stars flashed behind Sera’s closed eyelids, he kept on swallowing what Flynn was giving him. It was bliss, this was bliss. Now all he needed was Piper…

  “Ah, yeah… You hot son of a bitch…” Flynn said, pulling out and bending low so his nose was against Sera’s. “How the hell can it feel so fucking good to be so mad at someone?”

  Sera was breathless, his temples ached and his lips felt bruised. “I guess we…missed each other.”

  “More than you’ll ever know.” Flynn caught his mouth in a kiss, ramming his tongue in deep.

  Sera responded in kind. But soon the earnestness eased. Their tongues became languid and soft, their lips pliant. Their breathing slowed.

  Flynn relaxed his tight hold on Sera’s hair and gently cupped his beardy chin. He broke the kiss. “Are you really okay?” He glanced at the scar on his arm.

  “Yes. They said I was lucky that it was a slice rather than a stab.”

  Flynn clenched his jaw. A small muscle flexed in his cheek. “Bastards, I’ll kill them if I ever get my hands on them.”

  “No. It’s best to let these things go.”

  Flynn stroked the scar then up to Sera’s face, touched the tender spot next to his eye where his knuckles had caught him. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be.” Sera shook his head. “I deserved it.”

  “No you didn’t. Shit. I don’t know what came over me.” Pain etched across his face.

  “Hey, hey, it’s fine. I’m fine. And to be honest…” Sera let a slow smile spread on his face. “I kind of liked what came over you, or rather, in me.”

  Flynn’s lips twitched, but it was clear to Sera he was still concerned about losing his temper.

  “Forget it.” Sera slid his arm around Flynn’s waist and pulled him to the bed.

  They stretched out, locked in each other arms, flaccid cocks resting close and their heads on the pillow.

  “I won’t forget it,” Flynn said, “but it won’t happen again. I promise. I never want to hurt you.”

  “I know…”

  “So what else happened?” Flynn asked. “Why were you gone so long? We were frantic with worry yet had no way of finding you.”

  Sera sighed and shut his eyes.

  “Sera…” Flynn coaxed. “What else happened that turned a long weekend into nearly a month?”

  “My father…” Sera paused and composed himself. He opened his eyes. “He died, the day after I got there.”

  “Oh God.” Flynn creased his brow. “I’m so sorry. Shit, we should have been there for you.”

  “No, it’s okay.” It wasn’t okay. He would have loved to have had Flynn and Piper with him. “It was just a shock, sudden, a heart attack. And my mother, well, she is obviously devastated and my sister just had her third child the week before, as you know, so it fell to me.”

  “The funeral arrangements?”

  “Yes, and that took time, money too.” It had been horrendous. The upset of losing his father had been like a real knife twisting in his heart. The man who’d nurtured, disciplined and loved him no longer walked this earth.

  “You were close to him, weren’t you?” Flynn whispered.

  “Sim.”

  “And your mother?”

  “She is living with my sister now.”

  Flynn kissed him, softly, sweetly. “If there is anything I…we can do.”

  “This is enough, just letting me be here.”

  “Always. We’ll always want you with us.”

  “And Piper?”

  Flynn hesitated. “Yes, Piper too.”

  The knot of nerves in Sera’s stomach had relaxed, but now, that flash of uncertainty in Flynn’s eyes, it made him wonder.

  Would Piper be as furious as Flynn had been?

  And if she were, would she be as forgiving?

  Chapter Three

  Piper stepped out of El Ultimo Guingueta at midnight. It was quiet, which meant she could leave early. That was the advantage of the later months, the drink-all-night tourists had filled up on sun, sea and booze and headed home.

  The moon was out and appeared super big in the star-strung sky. The larger craters were visible and its reflection in the inky ocean fanned in wide ripples right up to the horizon.

  Piper dropped her sandals in her purse and allowed her aching feet to sink into the sand as she headed to the shoreline. She loved walking home from work and she loved it even more when Flynn met her halfway—which he did when it was dark. She’d dropped him a text, as usual, when she’d taken her tips and said goodnight to Jose, so hopefully he’d be heading out the caravan door right now.

  Cool water ebbed around her toes and the constant crash and swoosh of the waves filled her ears. She wondered what Sera was doing. If she and Flynn were walking on a beach in southern Spain, was he strolling on sand in Portugal? Was he alone? Had he found another lover? Two other lovers?

  That thought didn’t bear thinking about. He was theirs, or at least he had been. The three of them had fit together so well. There had been no jealousy, no vying for attention. It had just…worked.

  She’d never have guessed that she’d enjoy a threesome relationship as much as she had. Flynn was everything to her, had been for so long, but Sera, there was just something about him. He’d been made for them.

  No, that was fanciful thinking. Of course he hadn’t.

  But it sure as hell had felt like it.

  From that first time he’d walked into El Ultimo Guingueta with his dark locks, easy smile and sexy tattoo, she’d been drawn to him. What had surprised her, and thrilled her, was that Flynn had felt the same.

  As they’d worked together their banter and desire had grown. She’d been only too happy to let her boyfriend explore the attraction he had for a man—as long as she could be part of the action—because she knew it was something that lingered in the dark corners of his mind. What she hadn’t expected was it to turn her on as much as it had. Watching them kiss—big jaws, stubbled skin, and the slide of their rough palms over muscled bodies—it had made her so wet.

  And when they sucked each other off, fucked, rode hard and almost violently into each other… Damn, she could come on the memories of that. They’d been so wild, so into it, it had left her breathless—and she’d been only a voyeur on those occasions.

  But the occasions they all got it on together…the men penetrated her, at the same time, damn, it was a perfect moment of union. They were gentle, sweet. They made sure it was good for her. And it always was. When she was stuffed full of cock, eager mouths kissing her, strong hands caressing her, it was impossible not to come. Orgasm always raced toward her at frightening speed.

  She glanced out to sea. Climaxes would crest and crash over her, flood her body with bliss. Damn she missed that.

  She folded her arms and hugged herself.

  Two weeks. That’s what they’d given Sera. She hoped he thought as much of them as they did of him and came back. She didn’t care what his excuses were, why he’d been gone so long, why he hadn’t called. She just wanted Sera back in her arms and in their bed.

  Two figures were walking her way, their slim silvery shadows stretching up to meet the base of the undulating cliff.

  She peered past them, wondering if Flynn would be in view yet.

  No.

  Her stomach rumbled. She’d grabbed a small bowl of paella mid-afternoon but other than that, she hadn’t eaten. Hopefully Flynn would have saved her a sausage to put in a sandwich.

  The two men walking her way grew larger as they approached. Their shoulders were dead level, their strides easy and in time as they splashed through the shallowest waves.

  Something about them made her stare.

  The man on the right had floppy hair, messy and overly long. He appeared to have shorts on similar to Flynn’s and a vest-style top. The man next to him was a little leaner, also in shorts but wearing a sleeved T-shirt. His hair seemed to be pulled back, scraped away from his face. A face that
held a healthy coating of hair…

  Her stomach switched from growling to lurching and her heart rate sped up.

  Is it?

  Walking toward her, if she believed her eyes, was Flynn and…Sera.

  No. It couldn’t be. It was her imagination, fanciful thinking. She wanted to see Flynn and Sera so her crazy-assed brain was creating a mirage. A mirage in the shape of the two sexiest guys she’d ever had the privilege of loving.

  But fuck, it did look like them, even the way the one on the right was swaggering in a lazy, ropey-limbed way and how the one on the left had more bulk, more muscle the way Flynn had.

  Flynn.

  It was Flynn.

  Piper stopped. Her feet sank a little in the sand and the waves washed around her ankles, tickling, stroking. She held her breath. Let the knowledge of what she was seeing settle in her fuddled mind. Except there was nothing fuddled about her mind—she knew full well what she was looking at and that was Flynn and Sera walking toward her.

  He’s back.

  What they’d been dreaming of, hoping for, it had happened.

  She clasped her hand to her mouth, held in a squeak of delight then, heart racing, pushed into a run. The water splashed around her, up to her waist, the sea and the cliffs became a haze as she sped along.

  “Piper!”

  Sera’s voice. God, she’d know it anywhere.

  She picked up the pace, running as fast as she could.

  He was running too, getting closer by the second.

  And it was him—her beautiful, handsome Sera. The wind pressed his T-shirt to his torso and spray billowed around his pounding feet, water kicked up behind him.

  “Sera!” she shouted, spreading her arms.

  He was smiling, his expression one of pure happiness.

  A sob burst from her chest as their bodies collided. She was aware of his arms wrapping around her, tugging her close. Oh, how she’d prayed for this moment. And now it was here.

  She practically crawled up his body then hooked her legs about his waist, crossing her ankles in his lower back.

  He spun a full three-sixty and found her mouth.

  He kissed her, hard, his scratchy chin reminding her all over again how much she loved him.