Page 94 of Triple Threat

He looked thoughtful for a second and nodded. “Good plan.” He took my hand and led me down into the living room, setting his glass on the coffee table. “Let’s go.”

He walked me to my room, kissed me swiftly and left me to change as he went off, presumably to his own, to do the same.

When I returned to the living room, it was to Kyle parked on the couch in his loungewear; a pair of black cotton drawstring lounge pants and a black ribbed tank top. Conan came out of the kitchen with a big bowl of popcorn and handed it down to Kyle who reached over the back of the couch opening and closing his hands like a comical toddler.

“Oh my God, yes!” he said with intensity. “I’ll have some of that!”

Roan and I laughed.

“What would you like to watch?” he asked me.

“Ever After?” I squeaked and Kyle called out from where he’d disappeared when laying down over the back of the couch, “Oh God, no!” as though he was affronted.

“Lady’s choice,” Roan reminded him curtly. “Are you open to a suggestion, love?” he then asked me.

“Sure,” I smiled up at him and he grinned back.

“There’s quite the live action version of the animated Disney filmBeauty & the BeastI think you’d like very much.”

“Oh, do you have it?” I asked.

“Indeed, I do.”

“You son of a bitch,” Lach muttered, and I blinked in confusion.

“Lady’s choice!” I said sternly, winking at Roan whose grin widened.

“Fine, fine! That’s all I’ll say,” Kyle called back. Roan kissed the top of my head and limped down the hall toward his own room.

I smiled and watched him go, eyes lovingly tracing his broad shoulders and strong back feeling happier than I think I’ve ever been.

“Shady, come over here. Have some popcorn.”

I went to Kyle and sat beside him, both of us naturally leaving room for Roan at the end of the couch, like we’d been before and I so looked forward to it, laying back in Roan’s embrace, Kyle in my lap.

We threw popcorn at each other laughing, trying to catch it in each other’s mouths and it was like we were teens again. Goofing off, finding a sliver of joy in the misery that’d been the Daughton’s foster family home.

“Bloody hell, I can’t leave you two alone for a moment, can I?” Roan asked, traipsing back to us in his blue pajama bottoms and white tee, though his smile and tone said he wasn’t mad at all about the mess we were making with missed popcorn kernels.

Roan cued up the television and found the movie on a streaming service, settling in his customary spot, and holding out his arms for me. I settled, and Kyle settled on me, the big steel bowl in his lap, lazily munching away as the opening credits began to play.

True to his word, he was indeed back to being the asshole I knew and loved. He couldn’t help himself. He kept making these hilarious comments about the characters and people and had Roan and I chuckling, and giggling, and pretty soon outright laughing until Roan paused the movie.

“Will you bloody well knock it off and just watch the film, mate?”

Kyle gave a mock exasperated sigh. “Fine! I’ll be quiet” he cried, and he did, indeed, settle down for a while, setting the mostly empty bowl of popcorn aside and cuddling back into me.

It was such apeacebeing sandwiched between them. Roan, his big arms around me, fingers finding the spaces between mine, his hand covering the back of my one. My other hand I brushed through Kyle’s hair as he closed his eyes and sighed in contentment. I smiled, and we watched the movie for a time, before Kyle began to grow restless, shifting in my lap, wriggling as though he were trying to get comfortable.

Finally, he turned on his stomach, shoving the hem of my short, dusky blue satin nightdress up, hooking two fingers into the crotch of my matching satin panties and pulling them aside.

“What are you doing?” I demanded with a laugh as Roan’s arms tightened around me.

“Hush, watch the movie,” he answered as though this were perfectly normal, and then his mouth was on me and I was sucking in a breath, as Roan held me tight and Lach’s tongue parted my pussy lips. I was starting to not think of him as Kyle. Kyle was a skinny teenager. He was Lach, and I didn’t know if I was just accepting this new reality or if I was just getting confused.

I watched him, engrossed, gasping, and when he slid a finger inside of me, and my hips bucked, I threw my head back to look at Roan. He was watching Kyle go down on me, just as transfixed as I had been a moment before and the naked desire on his face… I relaxed, hugging his arms around me, and secured between them both, let things play out; let them happen.

I gasped, holding my breath, as Kyle teased that place inside of me with his fingers, working me simultaneously from the outside with his warm, wet mouth.

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