Page 39 of Lover
After spending the day fishing, swimming, and tubing on the lake, they cleaned then cooked the fish they’d caught for dinner. Sitting around a small fire, drinking beer and telling stories, Rory’s heart swelled with a river of emotion. Rand sat to his left, lost in conversation with his sister, their fingers laced together. Every few minutes, Rand would look over and smile or wink at him. Shannon was on the other side, one long leg stretched across Rory’s lap, his fingers absentmindedly twirling a strand of his black hair while he and Taylor talked about the wedding. They couldn’t be in the same space and not gravitate toward one another, touch each other in some small way, pulled together like magnets. Just over six months into their relationship and yet, it felt like they’d been a throuple forever. He couldn’t see a future without them in it, and the thought made him smile.
“Penny for your thoughts.” Shannon circled his ear with a finger, the simple touch making him shiver.
“Can you believe I’m actually enjoying myself?”
“Go figure.” Rand snorted, lifting their joined hands, kissing his knuckles.
As promised, once Frank dragged Taylor to bed and the womenfolk disappeared into their tent, Rand grabbed his backpack and a flashlight. He led Rory and Shannon far enough into the woods that they wouldn’t be heard. But not so far that they’d get lost trying to find their way back, either. Turned out, making love under the stars surrounded by trees and lightning bugs was hands down one of the most insanely intimate moments of his life. Watching Rand lay Shannon on the blanket he pulled from the backpack, their bodies blending and moving together flawlessly as Rand gently made love to him was a vision to behold. An image forever stored in Rory’s mind. It was a stark contrast to the picture he was certain Shannon would cherish of him on his hands and knees, Rand’s larger body covering his, their skin tinged with hues of blue in the moonlight. Rocking together slowly at first, movements more frenzied by the time they reached their climaxes.
Falling onto the blanket, satiated and depleted, he begged Rand and Shannon to just lie down beside him, not wanting to move. “Come on, Ro, it’s not that far. I’ll carry you as soon as I can feel my legs again.” Rand chuckled, smacking him on the ass. He didn’t have the energy to complain, vision graying around the edges before he passed smooth out.
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It was a fun weekendthat went by in a blur, and no one was more surprised than Rory when he expressed interest in camping again, soon. Shannon climbed into the back seat of the Honda and was asleep—out before they were out of the park. Normally, back in Dallas and working around three demanding jobs, he and Rand would take such an opportunity to talk. Instead, they held hands, set the radio on a local classic rock station, and set the volume at a low whisper, simply enjoying being together.
Pulling up behind the studio, Rand turned and gently shook Shannon. “Babe, we’re home.” Having nothing in the car that could spoil, they decided to unload everything the next morning. A nice, hot shower and an extremely large bed awaited them upstairs. Hands down the best money Rory had ever spent, the three of them actually, was on the bed. The carpenter that cut and installed the wood lining the vaulted ceilings had worked with them to design a piece that held a little bit of each personality. Rand wanted plenty of room to...maneuver. So the frame was built at 120” x 80” and held two queen-sized mattresses and box springs. Shannon wanted a four-poster frame, which was quite easy to accomplish with a master carpenter on the payroll. And Rory wanted a modern, masculine style that blended well with the home and the other furnishings in the room. It had become their favorite room in the loft, and it didn’t hurt that Rand had mounted a sixty-inch flat-screen on the opposite wall. More than once, he’d come home late from work and found one or both of his lovers passed out—Rand with a book on his chest, Shannon curled up beside him, snoring softly.
“You coming to bed?” He blinked, smiling at Shannon’s reflection in the bathroom mirror. Nodding, Rory finished brushing his teeth, flipping the light off and following Shan. He and Rand noticed that their young lover had stopped making his routine house checks not long after the expansion to the loft was completed. Knowing that Shannon trusted them implicitly made his heart swell with pride.
Rand leaned against the headboard, book in hand. Seeing him and Shannon, Rand tossed the book onto the bedside table, lifting the blanket for them. “I’m exhausted.” Rand yawned, sliding down until his long body lay flat on the bed.
“Tell me about it.” Shannon slid in beside Rand, kissing him chastely.
“Damn, how did I get so lucky? To be able to have both of you.”
Shannon smiled at him. “Awwww, Ro, we love you too.”
“Now get your ass in here, and turn out the fucking light...please.” Rand grinned shamelessly.
Yep, pretty damn lucky.Rory chuckled as he slid under the sheet.
Epilogue
Rand Summer 2017
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Stepping on the gas, Rand ignored Rory’s curses as he sped along the winding roads from the Moores’ cottage to the store in the closest town. When Frank’s dad, Hubert, dangled the keys to his Mustang in front of Rand’s face, it was an offer that could not be refused. Rory followed him out the door, turning and asking Shannon if he was coming with. “Oh no, no way. You have fun with that.”
Windows down, wind in his hair, Rand weaved left then right, then back to the left, laughing hysterically when Rory cursed him and his parents flawlessly. “Wow, that’s a filthy mouth you’ve got there, Agent. I might have to tie you down and shove something in that pretty mouth.” Rory slowly looked over, his eyes already glassy with the just the mention of Rand’s dick. “You’re fucking insatiable.”
Rory waggled his eyebrows. “You complaining, Detective?” Tamping down his libido for the moment, Rand made a mental note to make good on his threat that night when they went to bed.
They were at the Vineyard for a week-long celebration leading up to Frank and Taylor’s wedding. Dueling bachelor parties, poker, and midnight sailing were all scheduled to take place with a couple of free days allowing anyone attending time to enjoy the beach. Rand, Rory, and Shannon were staying at the Cranston cottage along with Blair and Mannie as the Moore cottage was filled to capacity. Wary when he first heard the news, Rand sighed in relief when Taylor told them that Billy boy and his grandparents were out of the country, lending their home to the wedding party for the week. Cursing, Rory was out of the car before he put it in park, grumbling as he followed the sidewalk around the house to the back porch. All conversation in the house ceased the moment they walked in—all eyes on them. “Fuck off, all of you.” Rory growled, grabbing a glass and filling it with red wine.
Rand remembered he’d brought a couple of bottles from a winery he, Rory, and Shannon had visited in California but left them on the dresser next door when he’d unpacked. Stealing a quick kiss from Shannon when he walked into the kitchen, he smacked Rory on the ass then excused himself to run next door. Just a few steps into the house, he froze. Junior was sitting on top of the counter, Blair standing between his spread legs, their lips stuck together, the kiss both passionate and erotic. Rand wondered if he could sneak in, dash up the stairs to the bedroom he’d left the wine in, and escape without either man realizing he was there. Eyes fluttering open, Junior saw him and gasped.
Whirling around, Blair cursed. “Yeah, just friends, my ass.” Rand kicked the back door closed, heading straight for the stairs and wine he would likely need a straw for.
Wine in hand, he crossed the lawn, finding Shannon and Rory on the back porch. There was a corkscrew and three empty glasses on the table. Rand sat in between his two lovers, twisting the cork from one of the bottles. “So, you’ll never guess what I just walked in on next door.” He poured a healthy amount of red deliciousness for each of them.
Rory swirled the liquid in his glass, eyeing the porch on the other side of the yard. “Are those two fucking?”
“As a matter of fact.” He grinned, propping his feet on the table, sipping his wine.
Shannon reached across his lap and smacked Rory on the arm, holding his hand out. “You owe me fifty bucks, baby.” Rand couldn’t help it; he cracked up.
After dinner they went for a walk on the beach, just the three of them. Feet in the sand and a gorgeous man holding each hand, Rand realized he was very lucky. He couldn’t have asked for a more perfect night to propose on the beach where he’d sat talking to Taylor, entertaining thoughts of a relationship with Shannon and Rory for the first time. “It’s beautiful tonight, isn’t it? You know...when we get married we should do it here, on the beach at dusk. Wouldn’t it be beautiful...” His arm candy stopped walking, tugging him back, both men staring at him wide-eyed and slack-jawed. “What?”
