Tilly grabbed Cris’ hair again. “Do you like feeling his cock in your ass?”
“Yes!”
“Then come for me and show me.”
He cried out, his hips barely thrusting again before she felt him throbbing inside her. Landry felt it too as his ass muscles clamped down on his cock, and he finally let go and climaxed.
As they all fell still, Tilly didn’t release her grip on Cris’ hair. “If you ever come home without my cola again when I’ve put it on the list, I’ll take a cane to your ass myself,” she muttered before biting his ear.
Even as he yelped in pain, he laughed, Landry joining him. She finally released his hair and he lifted his head to meet her gaze.
“I love you, Til.”
She stroked his cheek and felt tears in her eyes. “I love you too, Cris.” She pulled him back down to her, this time to kiss him, tenderly. Her pain dissolved in a rain of tears as she clung to him and sobbed.
At some point Landry left the bed to clean up, and Cris rolled to his side with her in his arms.
“Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. Anything to make it up to you, I swear it. I only want to make you happy, baby.”
Eventually she settled down and lay there. It struck her Landry hadn’t returned to the bed. “I don’t know what I need from you right now. I’m probably going to swing between loving and hating you for a while yet.”
He kissed her. “Whatever you dish out, I’ll take it. Anything. Whatever you need.”
She stared at him. “I need time.”
Cris’ demeanor changed. Landry let protocols drop for the day as Tilly took her first tenuous steps toward their new life. Landry offered nothing but his love and support, knowing that with this first connection made, only good could follow if he remained patient.
At bedtime, he prayed she would reach out to Cris, and she didn’t disappoint. They’d watched a movie on the couch together, Tilly laying with her head in his lap and her feet in Cris’. When she sat up and announced she was heading to bed, she turned to Cris and softly said, “There’s room for three, if you want.”
Landry resisted the urge—barely—to cheer.
He also resisted the urge to tackle her on the bed despite his screaming cock. She pleasantly surprised both men by undressing before kissing Landry, then Cris, and laying back on the bed, waiting for them.
They made love half the night, straight vanilla sex without any dominance dynamic of any kind.
By the time they exhausted themselves, Tilly quickly fell asleep between the men, her back tightly pressed to Landry’s chest and Cris’ hands clasped in hers.
Landry looked at Cris and smiled. “Happy?” he softly asked.
Cris still looked stunned, shocked. “Yeah.” He smiled. “You’re not jealous?”
“The two loves of my life have finally reconciled. Why would I be jealous?”
Cris smirked. “You finally get to be poly, you sneaky bastard. It’s what you always wanted anyway.”
“Are you complaining, love?”
Cris stared down into her peaceful, content face. “No. I’m definitely not complaining.”
Chapter Twenty-One
At the one-month mark following the end of his last round of chemo, Landry’s doctor looked pleased. “I’ll see you in six weeks. Then after that I think we can move to every three months.
Landry closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief as Tilly squeezed his hand. “Thank you, Doctor,” he said.
Cris smirked from the other side of the exam room, where he stood leaning against the wall, his arms casually crossed over his chest. “I sense a celebration.”
Landry looked at him and grinned. “You bet your ass.”
“Literally,” Tilly snarked. Since the reconciliation, as she thought of it, she’d finally found a comfortable dynamic with Cris. Landry eased up on the Master stuff in some ways with Cris, still having that dynamic with him outside of bed, but inside, they were three lovers without labels.
Cris slept with them in their bed every night, except when he had to fly out to L.A. for business.
Then the old Landry emerged, and Tilly welcomed the chance to let go and submit to him.
Maybe one day she could enjoy that dynamic with Landry around Cris, but she needed time to get to that place.
It was a Friday, and later that night they went to the club. Landry persuaded her to wear her school girl outfit. As he scened with Cris she sensed a carefree joy in Landry that she’d never witnessed before.
Even Cris, despite the walloping he took, seemed happy and at ease. Watching Landry scene with him, she realized, made her wet. Not entirely because of Landry, either. There was something delicious in watching Cris take it, knowing he enjoyed it as much as Landry did.
Thinking about how they could pin her to the bed and melt her will before fucking her brains out without being her “masters” only amped up her own need.
Her heart raced. She would be the happy recipient of a really good, hard fucking times two when they got home.
She couldn’t wait.
Loren leaned in close. “You three look happy tonight. Even Count Craptastic.”
She hadn’t yet confided in her friend about their change in relationship status. Pulling Loren aside into one of the private alcoves, Tilly closed the curtain. “Promise me you won’t yell at me. Or punch me.”
Loren frowned. “What’s going on?”
“Well, for starters, Landry got a clean bill of health this morning.”
“That’s good, right? So what’s wrong?”
Tilly had put this off, concealing their change in relationship dynamic from Loren. “I’m sort of together with Cris again.”
Loren stared at her, stunned. “By together you mean kicking the shit out of him every morning, right?”
Tilly shook her head.
Loren swore. “After what that fucker did to you, how can you even think about letting him touch you?”
“Because Landry was right. I never stopped loving him. You know that.”
“Can’t you send him a Hallmark card? Do you have to let him back into your heart?”
“I’m stronger now, Loren. He’s not my Master or my Dom. He’s just…Cris.”
“What about Landry? He loves the hell out of you.”
“And I love him. That doesn’t change.”
Realization struck. “Oh, fuck me, you went poly. Honey, are you sure you want to do this to yourself?”
“I’m not leaving Landry, and he’s not leaving me. No matter what, we’ve always got each other.
If Cris decides to leave, that’s his problem. I’m tired of trying to pretend I don’t have feelings for him.”
Loren sat on the padded bench in the room, mulling it over. “What are you asking me to do here, Til? I can’t be nice to the sonofabitch yet. I can barely stand looking at him, unless it’s to watch Landry beat the crap out of him. Which I enjoy the hell out of, by the way. We should sell tickets, we’d make a fortune.”
“I’m not asking you to like him, or even like what I’m doing. I just want you to support me as my friend.” She tried to find the words. “I feel complete. Finally. Lan’s never tried to make me submit to him.” She wouldn’t tell Loren about the birthday celebration. Some things were best left unshared.
“He loves me and I’ve healed with him. It actually makes this easier, being with Cris, too. My jealousy’s totally gone. It feels right loving both of them. I don’t seriously think I can ever go back to being Cris’ slave, but I feel safe and secure with Lan. It’s like having my cake and eating it too. For the first time since Cris left me, I really feel happy again.”