Clifford Arbor: Savouring Emily

written by Sam Crescent

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Chapter One

Emily Sampson glanced around at the throng of people, many of which were drunk. Emily was quite content to sip from her bottle of water not bothering with the copious amounts of beer on display. She wasn’t one for alcohol. Emily smiled as friends passed but she didn’t mingle. She was out of sorts. She supposed it didn’t help that Lawrence Dodson was staring at her from across the garden. His best friend, Chase, the person having a party to celebrate his own twenty-fourth birthday, stood next to him. The only reason she believed she got the invite was because of the friendship she had with Chase’s sister, Sandra.

She tried to look anywhere but at Lawrence.

For the longest time Lawrence had been her ideal man. Good looking in a handsome, friendly kind of way, unlike a lot of men his age he was serious, taking life as it came and he listened to her, really listened to what she had to say.  A complete gentleman, he opened doors and was gentle whenever he touched her. The extra plus, Lawrence was the complete opposite of his best friend and all time bad-boy Chase Spencer. They were like chalk and cheese. Apart they were a powerful but together they were a force to reckon with. Many girls had lost their innocence when faced with these two men. But the two seemed to fit together somehow. 

Yes, she’d heard all the nasty rumours of the two friends sharing their women. The ménage a trois. Even in a small close town like Clifford Arbor, rumours spread like wildfire. She turned to glance over. Emily could see a lot of young females dancing around them half naked.  They were both sexy and women were drawn to them. Lawrence smiled at one of the other guys with him and Emily noted Chase was blatantly staring at her. His eyes never leaving her body even as he took a long gulp from his bottle of beer.

She flushed, the blush spreading up through her body. She turned away from the hot tempting heat of his gaze and moved off to find something safer to do with her time. She was stuck at this insane fucking party until she could hitch a ride home. Her dad and mum were out of town and Uncle Tyler had disappeared along with them. For the rest of the weekend, she would be alone with her thoughts.

Chase always made her nervous. He was rough and downright dirty but in a sexy kind of way. As if all he thought about was getting off and how long it would be until he could be between a woman’s thighs. He was rude and didn’t care about personal space or people’s feelings. An insensitive prick. The one thing which always drew her was his endless amount of tattoos and how he was built. Boy, was he built. He must work out or something. There was no way a man could have a set of muscles by doing nothing. His arms alone were bigger than her hands circled together not to mention his width and general physique. Emily took a gulp of water trying to squash the arousal rising in her body. Her pussy pulsed with excitement and she hated her reactions. In her mind, her heart belonged to Lawrence, the man she wanted to love and marry and give everything to. Chase represented recklessness and danger, two of the commodities she despised and shied away from. Taking a quick look back she could see Chase glance at the girls practically pushing their tits in his face and he sought her out in the crowd. She shivered when his eyes caught and held hers. She shivered but not from fear or the cold, but from lust.

The dangerous, deadliest sin which if she wasn’t careful could consume her whole.

Shaking her head she went in search of Sandra. She wanted to leave but it would be rude to leave without saying goodbye. Emily turned the corner, out of sight and out of temptation.

****

Chase watched Emily disappear between the crowds of people. Her small ass covered by a very prim and proper knee length skirt. He knew she didn’t like him. She preferred his best friend but man, there was something tempting about a woman who didn’t want you. He looked at all the other women on display. He could have his pick of any women at his party but his eyes followed the vacant spot where Emily had been standing moments earlier.

This simple girl a mystery to him and a challenge to his ego and libido. With his sister and Emily being the best of friends he’d had to cope with her coming around, sitting on the sofa a few feet away from his touch, and her sleeping over, her scent being all over the house whether she stayed the night or not.

Emily Sampson was the craving he needed to sate. The woman who should remain untouched by the likes of him but as the years went by and she grew into a woman it had been harder to deny her potent pull on his body and heart.

He glanced at Lawrence and saw him getting down and dirty with a slutty brunette. Looking at the pick of girls none of them appealed as much as the brown haired beauty who lit his flames unlike anyone else.

Handing his beer to one of the girls he went in search of the woman calling to him. He tried to remember the warning sent by her father and uncle, god that was a laugh.  In the small town of Clifford Arbor, having a father and an uncle in the same house clearly meant something more was going on.  In fact, it had been brought to his attention; Emily didn’t have the first fucking clue about what went on in her own home.

As far as he was concerned keeping that secret was just a big fucking no-no.

Being asked by the two men and her mother to keep their secret went below the belt. Everyone in Clifford Arbor knew about the sharing,. They accepted the unique bond the residents had and the town embraced it. Lawrence and Chase had shared a woman a time or two but never found the one woman who called to them, who screamed like hellfire within their blood. Cursing he found Emily talking to his sister. Sandra looked upset as she spoke to her and Chase didn’t like seeing his sister upset, he didn’t like anything that made his family upset.

“Don’t go, Emily, stay. It’ll get better,” Sandra pleaded.

“I’m sorry, I want to go home. I’ve got a headache and I’m tired.” Emily faked her excuses, there certainly hadn’t been any indication of these symptoms when she was drooling over Lawrence.

“I’ll take her Sandy, don’t worry about it.” Emily gasped whirling round to see him, Chase simply smiled, kissed his sister and escorted Emily out of the party. They managed to clear the yard and make it to his truck before the questions started. 

“Shouldn’t you stay?” she asked.

“Nope.”

“This is your party though.”

“No one will miss me.”

“You’ve been drinking!”

“One beer and not enough to stop me from driving you home.”

They stopped at the truck, a red pickup truck, his pride and joy. “Get in Emily.” He adored her name, no clue why but he loved saying it.

“No, I’m walking home.”

“Don’t bother.” Chase opened the truck, grabbed her arm and tossed her into the front seat. Her fire coming through, he could already hear her cursing as he walked around the truck.

“...Good for nothing asshole.” He’d missed most of the tirade. Shame, he liked seeing her with her talons out and the nasty words dripping from her mouth.

“Get to it, babe. Time's a ticking, let’s get this show on the road.” Chase buckled up, started the car and charged out of there faster than anything. “So where are we going?”

“Home, I want to go home.” Chase checked on her quickly. Her hands locked beneath her gorgeous tits pushing them up making them look temptingly overflowing in her short crop top. A small push and they would be toppling out of her top. He loved a woman with big tits. Emily was reaching the woman stage, not quite there but one day she’d be a real looker.

“Would you stop staring?”

“Not staring honey, granted the scenery is beautiful but I’m not staring.”

They travelled in silence and Chase was fine with it. He didn’t need conversation to enjoy time with someone. Women these days all seemed intent on having conversation, talking about their ‘feelings’. Since when did a good fuck bring about ‘feelings’.

Shit, all of it.

Twenty minutes later they were pulling up outside her house. One light was on and nothing else. Chase stopped the car and opened his door. By the time he got around to the other side Emily already stood staring at the house.

She was frowning.

“What’s up?”

“I didn’t leave a light on.” Before Chase could respond and stop her, she was in the house and all he could do was follow. Cursing, Emily would soon be the death of him, he was certain. Fucking death wish.

“Emily, for fuck’s sake, wait.”

She didn’t.  Door open, he followed her and wished in his gut he’d talked her parents out of their plan to tell her when she was older. Emily was already in the living room. Chase stood in the doorway and heard it all.

“What the fuck?” Emily said, stunned and broken.

Daddy, mummy and uncle had conveniently come back without being aware Emily wasn’t staying the night at Sandra’s.

“Baby, I thought you were at Sandra’s?” He heard her mother scrambling round and the men putting clothes back on.

Not able to bear hearing the pain in her voice and the lies Chase moved to stand behind Emily and offer her the comfort she needed right now.

“What the fuck is all this?” He put his hands on her shoulders to try and ease her pain but she brushed him off and turned on him instead. “Did you know about this?” she demanded.

Shrugging he glanced at the people in the room. All three looked guilty and broken.

“Take me away, take me away from this,” she begged.

His heart breaking for her he sent a comforting sign to the people in the room and took her by the hand back out to the truck.

Chase helped her into his truck, got in himself and started driving.

“Don’t talk, please take me some place that is far away from here.” He didn’t need telling twice. Emily stared out of the window and didn’t bother to speak again. He took her to Clifford Arbor beach. It was late and dark but the beach still held the beauty of the place. The very essence of Clifford Arbor survived by this one piece of property, it’s what brought people back time and time again.

Chase pulled into one of the free parking spaces and killed the engine.  Taking off his seat belt. He sat and waited for her to talk.

The stars shining brightly in the sky, the moon illuminated the sea, the sand a dark mound in the distance.  They got out and took a short walk down a grassy hill to get to the sand and then more walking to get to the water’s edge.

“Did you know about my par–family?” she asked. He understood her confusion. Her uncle had lived with them for as long as he could remember.

“Yes.” There was no longer the need to lie to her.

She let out a sob and Chase’s heart broke a little bit more. On instinct he reached across and pulled her into his embrace, holding her to give her comfort. Her first sob turned to heart wrenching cries of pain.

He stroked her hair and rocked her. Holding her in his arms was so right. Never before had he been so whole.

His shirt drenched in seconds from her tears but he didn’t mind. He could hold her in his arms forever.

Being in Clifford Arbor was completely different. His own parents share a similar relationship to that of Emily’s parents. He’d known about it. Hell, he’d shared women with Lawrence for crying out loud.

Chase held her through the heartache. Her soft little body pressed against his side. He shouldn’t be thinking these rude thoughts about a twenty-year old woman. Emily had passed the stage of being a girl a really long time ago.

A pity Lawrence didn’t want to respond to her crush. The lucky bastard was content with her admiring him from far away.

“Please, can we sit down?” she asked between her sobs.

Chase found a spot away from the water and near the soft sand.

“Does Lawrence know?” Emily played in the sand and didn’t bother to look up at him. Her distance was killing him. Why couldn’t he have protected her from this?

Better still, her parents should have known better.

“Yes. Lawrence and half the town know.”

Her hands rubbed down her face.

“I’m a complete laughing stock.”

Chase reached out and grabbed her hand. He interlocked their fingers. “You’ve never been a laughing stock. Clifford Arbor is just a little different from everywhere else.”

“Yeah. I get that. Two men fucking my mother and it suddenly becomes really clear.”

“I know you’re angry,” he said.

“I’m not angry. Being lied to my whole life what have I got to be angry about?” Her sarcasm hit him in the face.

“I’ve never lied to you.” His thumb rubbed across the delicate column of her wrist. Her pulse jumped at his touch. He hid his smile by looking out at the sea.

He’d known all about the sharing in Clifford Arbor. Especially having grown up with two dad’s and one mum. Everyday he’d seen the love shining brightly between all of his parents. When he’d walked into Emily’s home tonight he hadn’t been disgusted by what he’d seen. If anything he’d seen the beauty of the love shining brightly between the three. Emily had never been told about the private life of the Clifford Arbor residents.

Chase couldn’t recall when the sharing first started but the quiet town people respected other people’s business. They protected their own from outsiders. Lawrence and himself shared women. The joy of seeing a woman lose control and give herself over to extreme pleasure was one of the most satisfying feelings in the world.

“Have you and Lawrence shared a woman?” she asked.

Fuck. Being part of a threesome may have been one of the most amazing experiences of his life but when faced with that question by the woman he cared about. He wished he’d kept his dick in his pants.

“Don’t ask me that,” he begged. Saying the words out loud would make it harder for her to understand.

“I’ve already got my answer,” she said and got to her feet.

Chase watched her storm off up the sand bank and head toward his truck.

“Shit. Emily,” he called.

She kept on walking and didn’t bother to look back. He stared out along the dark scenery and cursed his stupid words.

A part of him had known he should’ve come clean straight away.

“Emily,” he shouted but she continued walking.

Chase caught up with her as she was about to pass his truck. He grabbed her round the waist and hauled her against his truck.

“What the fuck are you doing? Planning on walking on home?” he snapped.

“I don’t know. I can’t go home. How can I face them?” she demanded.

Her hot little body pressed against his, tempting him in more ways than one. “Regardless of what you think. Your parents do care for you. They always have and always will.”

“It’s alright for you. You’ve known about this alter ego of Clifford Arbor for years by the sounds of it. I’ve never known. Never even thought about it. How can I go home? Face two men and my mother?”

Chase cupped her cheeks and tilted her face up to look at him. Her beautiful eyes begged and pleaded with him for help. He saw it written in her depths but he couldn’t help her.

He brushed a thumb along the curve of her cheek. His heart filled with the need to help her anyway he can.

“You’ve got, Lawrence,” she whispered. “And I’ve got no one.”

His heart broke. Emily clearly didn’t understand. For years he watched his best friend and the girl he loved become friends. He watched the chemistry and the spark of attraction clearly shining between them. Emily didn’t even know he existed. In her mind, Chase had simply been Lawrence’s rebel friend. He had a bad attitude and even worse he had tattoo’s. In his mind as long as he could be in her company, he’d been happy.

Now was his time. No more standing on the sidelines or waiting for something to happen. Tonight he could make Emily his own. He could finally know if the fire within him was as bad as he first thought.

“You’ve got me,” he said seconds before his lips consumed hers. Emily was soft and sweet beneath his much larger body. She let out a moan and his heart soared when she instantly began to respond. Her hands wrapped around his body and he felt her nails sink into the flesh on his back. He wore a loose shirt and each touch was the same as against bare naked flesh.

His fingers sunk into the hair at her nape and he twisted the entire length, wrapping her hair around his fist.

She gasped and the move opened her lips wider for him to sink his tongue inside her warm heat. She tasted of strawberries and the faintest hint of alcohol.

Only when he heard, the distant echo of a dog barking, only then did he pull back with reluctance.

“Please, don’t leave me,” she begged.

Emily rubbed her chest against his and her tight nipples pressed on his chest.

“What are you asking for?” Chase didn’t want to read too much into her pleas. He knew how easy he could assume what she was asking.

“Take me somewhere. Take me somewhere and make love to me,” she whispered and wrapped her arms around his neck.

His heart pounded and Chase held her close.

“Are you sure about this? I don’t want any lasting regrets,” he warned.

She hesitated for a second and he thought she was about to ask him to take her home.

“No. I want this.”

He stared down into her eyes and looked at her swollen lips. How could he deny her anything?

Chase helped her inside his truck and together they travelled along the road until they reached a secluded hotel.

“Stay here. I’m going to go and get us a room.”

He walked into the hotel and waited to be served. Chase had thought about taking her to the house he shared with Lawrence but thought better of it. If his best friend was to walk in on him making love to Emily, things would become bloody. Lawrence may be his best friend but he hadn’t been entirely honest with him.

Lawrence believed Chase couldn’t stand Emily. In fact he’d made sure his friend didn’t know anything about his obsession. He couldn’t remember when his obsession with this kind hearted woman began.

When they’d been young kids and Emily even younger, she’d always made room for Chase. The girl had a huge heart. In high school when he’d been struggling with a few classes, instead of teasing him she’d tutored him without anyone knowing.

In his wallet he kept a small picture he’d taken of her at a picnic with the whole town. Yes, he was a sap and he was in love with his best friends girl.

Not that Lawrence would ever find any of this information out. How he’d explain, this trip to the motel was beyond him.

He paid for the room and walked back out to the truck. Emily stared back at him.

God, he hoped he didn’t make a complete ass of himself.

Chapter Two

Emily watched as Chase returned.

What the hell am I doing?

She was about to go into a motel room, alone with Chase Spencer. A deep breath later and she thought about the scene with her mother. Then her attention went back to the time she hit on Lawrence.

It was at her eighteenth birthday party. When everyone had left and only she and Lawrence had remained she’d literally thrown her naked body at him.

The humiliation when he’d held her off had mortified her. The next morning she’d feigned a hangover and pretended she couldn’t remember what had happened during their time together.

Chase pulled the keys out of the ignition and went round to her side and opened the door.

“You can still change your mind.  No hard feelings and you can go home,” he said.

Emily glanced at his hand then at the row of doors. Behind each door she imagined a couple locked in an embrace. That awful night with Lawrence had resulted in her staying a virgin forever, or at least the past two years.

“No. I want this.” She placed her hand in his and allowed him to lead her up a flight of stairs to the room at the far end of the lot.

“I thought you might like as much privacy as possible.” He opened the door and let her go through first. The place sat in darkness until he flicked the switch.

“This is good,” she said.

“We could go back to my place but I share it with Lawrence.”

“No. This is better.” She moved into the center of the room and stared at the innocent looking bed.

The sound of the door shutting echoed throughout the room.

“Do you bring girls to motel rooms often?” she asked.

“No. Never.”

His voice had gone a few shades deeper and she glanced over at him. His stare burnt her. She saw the desire shining brightly in his eyes. She was a virgin but she wasn’t stupid. All these years she knew what desire looked like.

“Would you like to go and get comfortable?” he offered.

Emily looked behind her and saw the door leading into the bathroom. “Would you mind?”

“No. Go on. I’ll be here.” He smiled and placed a gentle kiss against her lips.

She smiled and walked through to the bathroom. Emily stared at her reflection.

“What am I doing?” she asked herself.

No answer came. She didn’t want to leave. Chase may not have been the man she wanted to be with but she’d take what she could. He’d been there when she found out about her parents. Shaking her head in trying to find an excuse she takes off her clothes and wraps her body in the white towel  available for the guests.

Then taking a breath, she walks into the room. Chase sat on the edge of the bed. His shirt had been removed and his jeans had the top button and the zipper undone.

He got up when he saw her enter. His ran his hand through his hair while  his gaze travelled down her body.

“We could forget about this,” he said.

She thought he was sweet for thinking about her.

“No. I’m just nervous.”

In a bold act she opened the towel and let it fall to the floor. She placed her hands behind her back and stared at the floor until she gained enough control and met his stare.

He appeared frozen in one spot.

Then with his eyes on her, he pushed his jeans down his body and stood naked like her.

Emily glanced over him and swallowed. She’d never seen a male member before and his stood out long and thick. Was it possible for men to be that big?

“Don’t be afraid,” he said in a soothing voice.

“No. I’m fine. You’re big.” She smiled and she brought her hands together in front of her body.  The awkwardness not lost on her. Is this how every girl felt?

Chase moved a step and then another. The distance between them growing less with each step. He stood in front of her and reached out to caress her cheek. “We’ll go slowly. I never want to hurt you.”

He was like a different man. All of her life she’d known him as being rough and rebellious. At this moment he was being tender and sweet.

“Don’t worry about me. Just treat me like the other girls. I mean women.” She ran a nervous hand through her hair and glanced up, his cock against her belly.

“You’re not just some woman. You’re, Emily.” His words confused her but when his lips took hers she didn’t have the energy or the will power to argue.

His other large hand pressed on the centre of her back and pulled her close so his cock was thrust up against her. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She liked the smooth hard chest pushing against her breasts, his tight stomach feeling completely different against her own round belly.

Chase broke the kiss and smiling he bent and picked her up in his arms.

“I’m too big,” she squeaked.

“No. You’re right for me.” He placed her in the center of the bed and followed her down. Emily turned to see him. They lay in each other's arms. Chase ran his hand down her neck, over the curve of her waist, and around her hip to lay on the fleshy part of her thigh. She gasped when his fingers brushed through the hair on her pussy. No man had ever touched her there before.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he whispered against her ear. His teeth nipping at her neck and travelling down to suck one of her nipples inside his mouth.

Emily closed her eyes and gasped as his teeth bit down on the red nub of her nipple. At the same time his finger slid through her slit. She gasped and arched up to meet him.

“You’re so wet,” he said.

She opened her eyes and watched amazed as he brought the finger he’d used on her clit to his lips. He sucked the cream off his finger and went back to gather more. “I need you,” he growled and moved down the bed. Her thighs were thrust open and his breath ran over her mound. She closed her eyes and clung to the pillows above her head.

“That’s it hold onto something,” he demanded and then his tongue replaced his finger.

She screamed when he kept his attention on her clit. She cried out and moaned as he reached up and tweaked her nipples.

The sensation was too much for her to handle. She’d never fucked anyone in her life or fingered herself. This would be her first time ever. Her body shook with the excess of sensation.

“Come for me.”

Emily opened her eyes and stared down the bed. His head was moving with each swipe of his tongue. Her pale thighs looked out of place but the visual of him moving between her spread thighs was all she needed.

Her release rushed through her. Her cries rent the air and he held her. The slurping sound echoed and mingled with her cries.

Chase crawled up the bed and kissed her. She tasted her own essence on her tongue and gazed into his eyes.

One of his hands moved between them and the next second his cock ran up her slit. She stared at him, her eyes wide and he looked at her.

“I’m sorry,” he said. The next moment a brief pain sliced through her pleasure. His hips thrust all the way inside her.

A whimper escaped her lips.

“I’m in,” he whispered and laid a kiss to her lips then her neck. Chase stayed paused above her.

The pain became minimal and she gazed at him. A tear escaped her eye.

“You’re inside me,” she told him.

“Yes.”

“I feel full.” Her fists tightened on the pillows as he pulled out and thrust forward giving her everything.

She cried out and her hands ended up curled around his body.

“Hold onto me,” he ordered.

Emily held him to her as he rode her body. His cock pulled out of her all the way then slammed inside her, their skin dotted with sweat. He held her and fucked her. His hands grabbed her legs and placed them over his shoulder. Emily couldn’t take her eyes away. His cock speared inside her and she watched him disappear inside her. The sensation so different to anything she’d imagined.

“I want to feel you come all over me,” he growled. “Touch yourself.”

A blush stained her cheeks and her fingers found the source of her pleasure. Her pussy was coated in so much juice.

“That’s me and you together. I’m so hot for you, Emily.”

She watched him and listened to what he had to say. His voice dark and gruff.

“That’s it, baby. Let the wave take you.”

Her entire body screamed out and Emily collapsed back as he growled. Her climax stumbling upon her and pushing her over the edge.

“Fuck. You’re so tight.” His hands were tight where he gripped her.

His thrusts became harder and deeper and then he pushed inside her one final time, slamming all of his strength against her body.

Chase growled and deep inside her, she felt his cock kick. Emily knew he’d climaxed. He collapsed against her. His breath hot near her neck.

Fingers touched her hair and she turned to give him a smile.

She wasn’t a virgin anymore and she’d given herself to Chase.

****

She’d tasted like heaven and Chase rolled over to pull Emily against him. The bed was empty.  Only an indent in the bed and a single piece of paper were there.

Frowning, Chase glanced around the room.

“Emily?” he called.

He rubbed a hand across his eyes and face in the hope to clear his fogged up brain. Chase opened up the letter and stared at the words.

Thank you for last night. It meant the world to me

Emily x

With a glance around the room he noticed nothing of hers remained. He stood and went to the window. He saw the outline of his truck.

What the hell was he supposed to do? Chase hurried to get dressed and saw his mobile was buzzing.

“Hello,” he said and gathered his keys.

“Where the fuck are you?” Lawrence shouted into the phone.

Shit.

“Erm. I’m out of town at the moment. I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.” He locked the motel door and left the key at the front desk.

“Well, you’d better hurry. Emily’s parents are distraught. She didn’t come home last night and when they woke up this morning they saw some of her clothes and stuff have gone.”

Chase glanced up at the morning sunshine.

“I was with, Emily, last night,” he admitted.

“Why were you with her?”

“She was upset about her parents and then—” He stopped. He couldn’t admit to his best friend he’d made love to her for most of the night.

“Then what Chase?”

He heard it in his friend’s voice. Lawrence knew what he’d done.

“I’m not going to answer that,” he told him.

“You fucking bastard.”

A few more curse words were spoken. “You’d better get your betraying ass over here.”

Lawrence hung up and Chase slammed his fist against the steering wheel. He threw the phone on the passenger seat.

He travelled the short distance back into town and tried to push his memories from the night before out of his mind.

For the whole night, Emily had been his. His heart had been lost in the wee hours of the morning. She’d climbed over him and she’d cupped him in her small fist. The love of his life had taken control and he’d become putty in her hands.

Chase pulled up outside her parent’s house and walked up. Lawrence stood in the doorway with a few other neighbors.

The town’s head of police was also there.

“She barged in. Emily was supposed to be at a party. We didn’t expect to see her for hours,” her mother sobbed.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Chase watched her lovers console her.

“How can I not worry? I wake up this morning to see my baby has gone.”

Lawrence stared at him.

“She was safe with me last night,” Chase said to the room.

Every head turned to him.

“What did she say? Was there any word on what she felt?” her mother asked.  She walked over to him.

“She was confused and upset. Emily didn’t understand what was going on.” Chase put his hands in his jeans.

“You had her? Didn’t you?” one of her father's asked.

“We spent the night together. That’s all I’m saying,” he told the men.

The oldest Sampson male stood and stormed over to him. Chase had to remember to respect the older man. He stared back at him even as the man slammed him against the wall.

“You little fuck. You touched my daughter?”

His defences kicked and Chase flung the man away. “I took care of her. Emily wasn’t happy. She wanted nothing to do with you. Yes, I spent the night but I swear to you, no harm came to her.”

Chase walked out of the house with his head held high.

He slammed his fist against the truck and cursed. Had he done something wrong? Did she hate him?

The mobile phone lit up and he opened the car door and answered.

“Chase, here.”

“Hi Chase,” she said on a sigh.

“Emily? Where the fuck are you?” He stared all around wondering if she would be close by.

“I’m not telling you. I need to get away for a while. Would you tell my family I’m fine. I can’t stay in Clifford Arbor at the moment.”

“What about last night? You left.”

He didn’t want to sound like a sucker but he needed to make sure he hadn’t hurt her further.

“Last night was amazing. Chase thank you for being with me and giving me a magical night. I’ll cherish it always.”

He knew there was a ‘but’ coming along. Staring back at the house he watched Lawrence walk up to him.

“Don’t tell me this is goodbye. Where are you Emily?” he demanded.

Lawrence tensed when he heard him reply.

“You don’t need to know.  Please, tell my family I love them. I’ll be around.” She hung up.

Chase couldn’t believe it. He threw the phone on the ground and then proceeded to stomp on the blasted thing.

“I take it, she’s not coming home?”

“What the fuck do you think?” he snarled.

Lawrence reacted and pushed him up against the truck. “You fucking touched her you prick.”

He wanted the pain and relished every bruise that would come from the impact.

“I touched her, fucked her and made love to her. You weren’t there. She needed someone and I was the only one she could turn too.”

Lawrence punched him in the face and went for another swing. Chase blocked him and pushed him back, getting free from the trap.

“I love her, Lawrence. Always have and always will. You just can’t stand me being with her can you? I’ve sat back and watched the way you two were together. Nothing happened between you.” Chase glared at his best friend.

“Does it really matter how you feel? She’s gone Chase, and I bet she isn’t ever coming back.”

Lawrence left and Chase got back into his truck and drove off. He loved his friend and it sucked how they loved the same woman. After being with her he wouldn’t ever let her go.

For the next few minutes he drove back to the beach and gazed out along the water front.

“I love you, Emily. Stay safe and come back to me,” he whispered.

In his mind he saw her sat astride him, panting and begging for him to fuck her. If he had to wait for the rest of his life, that is what he’d do.

Chapter Three

Five years later...

Clifford Arbor sure hadn’t changed in all the time she’d been away. Smiling, Emily thanked the woman for giving her a lift and closed the car door. The town looked busy for a summer afternoon.

The diner and coffee shop were full. Emily hiked her bag onto her shoulder and started the slow walk back home.

She’d kept in touch with her parents. Minimal contact nothing too intense.

Travelling around the world had opened up her eyes. She saw things she would have never accepted back then.

A few friendly faces recognized her and gave her a wave. She smiled and continued on down the street. Mum and dad lived on the outskirts of town not far from the church. Emily stopped and stared at the house. Nothing had changed. The daffodils were out in full bloom and the grass beautifully mown.

She opened the small gate and walked up to the house. A second of the hesitation was all it took and she rang the small bell.

The inner door opened followed by the front door. Emily stared up into the eyes of her uncle. A blush formed on her cheeks. The last time she’d seen him his ass had been naked.  A scene she didn’t want to recall.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Emily,” he gasped. He grabbed her in a bear hug and pulled her inside.  “It’s been years.”

A tear dropped on her face and she pulled out of his embrace. She wasn’t a child anymore.  She hadn’t been for years.

“Is mum and dad around?” she asked.

The awkward tension she’d hoped to avoid. “They’ve just gone out for some groceries. They should be back in a bit.”

Emily nodded her head and stared around at the decor. Pictures of her in high school still remained along with several of her mother and her two husbands.

“Do you want some coffee?” he asked.

She nodded her head and followed him through to the kitchen. The room remained the same.

Uncle Tyler pulled out a chair and went for the kettle.

“No more children?” she asked.

He tensed. “No. Your mother didn’t want anymore. She was content with you.”

“Who is my father?” For the past few years she’d thought about the answer. Would it bother her to find out her uncle was in fact her dad?

Emily waited while he made the tea and then took a seat opposite her.

“You’ve grown up since the last time I saw you,” he commented.

“The last time you saw me I was a girl. I’m not a girl anymore.”

“No. I didn’t imagine you’d remain one.”

“You’re not answering my question,” she pointed out.

He let out a sigh and Emily sat and waited.

“The truth is, I can’t answer that. We didn’t get a paternity test done or even care about who the father was.”

She licked her lips and took a sip of her tea.

The silence caused the situation to be more awkward. Emily remembered talking with her uncle about everything. He understood her better than her parents. There had been nothing between them. She glanced back at him and missed the openness they used to share. A sip of her coffee and she looked at the clock. Five minutes had passed since she turned up to talk.

“Emily, you used to talk to me about everything. Us, we don’t need to change,” he said. “I’m no different.”

“You may be my dad.”

“So what? I was your maybe dad back then. The only difference between then and now is you know. I’m still here. I still love you like a daughter. Nothing had changed in me.”

“Why did you do it?”

Uncle Tyler gazed at her and then at the wedding photo on the shelf between the kitchen and dining room. “Why did I become a lover of your mother?”

She nodded.

“Me and your dad were best friends growing up. We did everything together. When we met your mother we both fell in love. As we grew up we had separate dates and it developed into something a hell of a lot closer. In Clifford Arbor, we know about the goings on in families we just don’t talk about it. For instance, Chase Spencer has two fathers.”

Emily knew her eyes widened in shock.

“Yes, his dad’s best friend stays over a lot. I loved your mother and so did your father. We couldn’t choose and so we forced your mother to pick between us.”

“She wouldn’t do it, would she?”

“No. Your mother knew how much our friendship meant to each of us and so she said she wouldn’t be the bitch that ruined a friendship. We were both stupid to think we could live with only one of us getting the girl.”

“So what happened?”

“Me and your dad were miserable and your mother came close to leaving Clifford Arbor.”

“What kept her?”

“Your grandfather. He came by and told us as much as he didn’t want to know about his daughter’s love life he wanted to see her happy. Me and your dad made her happy and with both of us looking after her, we would keep her safe.”

“Granddad put you up to this?”

Uncle Tyler laughed. “Yes. We planned it so perfectly. On Valentine's Day I cornered her and took her to a motel. Very classy. Then me and your father showed her how we could make her happy. We haven’t been apart since.” ]

She thought about the motel room she stayed in with Chase. The night she lost her virginity and her heart to a man she barely knew.

“How come my dad married my mum?”

“Law still states only one man and one woman can get married. Your father is a few months older than me and that’s how we decided.”

She sipped the last of her coffee and thought about what he’d said. It all made sense even if it made her uncomfortable.

“What happened with you and, Chase Spencer?”

“I’m not telling you about that.”

“Doesn’t matter, Lawrence and Chase looked like they were ready to kill each other anyway.”

As she was about to respond the front door opened.

“Tyler, is it true. Everyone round town said they’d seen her.” Seconds later her mother came charging through the kitchen. Emily stood and adjusted the strap on her purple shaded sun dress. “Baby, you came home.”

She was enfolded in a hug. For a few years she’d forgotten what it felt like to have parents. Being in the arms of her mother helped her to remember.

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” she said with honesty. Emily opened her eyes and glanced at her dad. He smiled at her and she knew she’d made the right decision.

After so long she’d finally come home.

****

Chase ran through the books a final time. He tallied everything up. Lawrence was banging around on an engine and a few of the other workers had gone on dinner break. He glanced at his watch and sighed. Another day had almost reached its peak. Another day of wishing for a woman who wasn’t coming home.

“Instead of sitting on your ass, why don’t you come and help me,” Lawrence accused.

“Only because you like seeing my ass working.”

“You’ve got some strange comments lately. I’m sure the true crush you had in high school had more to do with me,” Lawrence joked and dodged a pen being thrown at him.

“Get to work.”

Chase came out several minutes later and started working on the engine. The thermostat needed changing and thankfully it wasn’t an invasive procedure.

“Any news?” Lawrence asked.

“About what?”

“You know what?”

Chase bowed his head, his shoulder slumped. “I’ve not heard anything about, Emily in over five years.”

“Maybe you’re crap in bed?”

He came up from under the hood and scowled at him. “She screamed from the orgasms I was giving her.”

Lawrence stared back but Chase finally saw the change in him. He noted the hard length of his dick pressed against the front of his work jeans. Never before had he shared the details of sharing a woman but with Lawrence it was different. After a time he’d accepted that night and Lawrence had even clapped him on the back.

Emily had needed a friend and at the time Chase had been the only one available. 

“Wonder why she scampered.”

“Because her whole world was turned upside down. That’s why. Her parents didn’t tell her squat about what was going on and it scared the shit out of her.”

Chase went back to work. The conversation already making him angry. Out of the situation that had occurred he still got annoyed with how easy her parents thought it would be to keep her in the dark.

“I miss her. She used to talk about everything. In fact as I remember I couldn’t get her to shut the hell up,” Lawrence said.

Chase closed his eyes and counted to ten. “Yes, I miss her too.” Missed her, his days were spent working his ass off so he didn’t have to sit and think about what he’d lost. Most nights he’d been plagued by memories of being inside her and having her warm heat surrounding him. He shook his head and concentrated on the job. Lawrence talked about her often and he tried to keep up and talk about her as well but the pain would hit him in the chest. He pretended he didn’t care but the truth of it was he hurt more than anything.

They worked in silence for several more minutes until he heard a scuffling getting closer.

Carl Jeffrey stood looking down at him.

“You got a problem or have you decided not to work today?”

“I’ll work in a second. Edward, stayed behind at the diner and you know I don’t do anything without him,” Carl said and tapped the hood.

“Yes, I get it. You can’t do anything without your brother.”

“Someone’s in a cheery mood. Lawrence you refuse to suck this guy’s dick or something?” Carl was the joker of the two Jeffrey boys. Chase found him to be a pain in the ass and couldn’t wait for a woman to wipe that smirk off his face.

“Either get to work or go the fuck home,” he growled.

Carl nodded. 

“Hey, did you know, Emily Sampson is back in town?” Chase paused at the same time as Lawrence. They placed their tools down and looked at Carl Jeffrey. Both men focussed their attention on the younger man.

“What did you say?” Chase asked.

“Emily Sampson, is back in town. She’s looking good. I just saw her at the diner. I didn’t know she was back but I saw her with her family. She’s hot. I don’t recall her being that hot. Didn’t you two used to go with her?” Carl pointed behind his back.

Chase glanced at Lawrence and saw his hands curl into fists. It would seem his best friend hadn’t gotten over the little incident, all those years ago.

Shit. Emily had run out on him after they’d made love. He’d taken her virginity in that blasted motel. The next morning when he’d woken up she’d left a single note and been gone. Out of Clifford Arbor and out of his life.

“Watch the shop until we get back,” Chase said to Carl. In their spare time they helped build and run the local repair shop. Each member of the community had their own place in town.

Lawrence put his tools down and sent daggers toward him. Frowning Chase began the walk into town. Only a few hundred yards remained between him and Emily. How would she react to seeing him after all these years?  

They walked into the diner and stared at the occupants. Chase spotted her first. Her back was bare and the summer dress didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Well, two tasty men come into my diner. What would you like to eat?” Mavis, the woman that owned the place sent them dirty looks. Chase frowned and moved passed the tables.

Emily sat at the booth in the back. He spotted Edward in a booth staring across the room. Chase curious to see what had gotten  Edward’s attention, noticed a young woman. Molly, Mavis’s daughter was buzzing through the tables.

Interesting.

He smiled knowing that look of longing.

Tyler glanced at both men and smiled. The booth opposite the Sampson family was empty.  Lawrence and Chase took the empty seats and stared at Emily. She was older but more beautiful than Chase could remember. Her gaze stared back at him and a nice healthy looking blush stained her cheeks.

“Hello, Emily,” Chase said. 

“Hi, Chase. Lawrence.” Her attention stayed on Chase.

“We need to talk,” he told her.

“I know.”

“Well, how about you and Chase go for a walk and we’ll keep Lawrence entertained,” her dad suggested. Chase knew if he didn’t get her alone soon she wouldn’t be around to have a discussion with him.

“That sounds great,” Emily said, shocking them all.

She grabbed her coat and started walking out of the diner. He ran to catch up with her.

His heart lifted when he placed his palm on her back. She wasn’t a figment of his imagination. Emily Sampson was back in Clifford Arbor.

She was real and he finally had her back.

Chapter Four

Lawrence watched his best friend and the woman he loved leave the diner. Emily looked so much better than he remembered. Amazing really. He took the seat she’d vacated and glanced at her family.

Her mother looked like she wanted to cry, Tyler followed their movements until they disappeared and her father looked furious.

“She deserves someone better than him,” he growled and took a chip.

“Don’t start, Andrew,” she said.

“He’ll break her heart,” Andrew continued on regardless.

“With all due respect, Mr Sampson. Chase is in love with your daughter and he’s done nothing these past five years but wait for her to call,” Lawrence said. He knew how his best friend felt. He knew about the pictures Chase kept of her and the jumper he refused to wash because it held her scent. Thankfully, Emily had washed it before turning up in the damn thing.

Chase had it fucking bad and with time his feelings had only gotten worse.

“If she was with you, I’d know she’d be protected.”

“Chase was the one who looked after her last time. I swear to you, Emily is always protected when she’s with him.”

Lawrence knew it because when he was with him, he felt the same way. The guy was fucking built. His muscles getting bigger with the weight training he’d undergone in the last few years alone.

He drank his coffee and left to go back to the garage. Time seemed to be moving slowly and he didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Hi, Lawrence,” Edward said from under a car.

“Where’s your brother?” he asked.

“Moved onto the building site. Said working on cars wasn’t his deal.”

Lawrence understood. Working on cars meant you had a lot of time to think. Looking at an engine and working out the kinks of the problems didn’t take a miracle worker to figure it out.

“I saw you in the diner. You were eyeing up, Molly.” Lawrence began a conversation.

Edward popped out from under the car and glanced at him.

“How many other people saw?” he asked.

“Not many. I think, Chase saw.”

“Nothing is going to happen. Carl, wouldn’t allow it.” He went back under the car and Lawrence heard the guy sigh. A defeated sound.

“Why wouldn’t, Carl want anything to do with it?”

“Because he likes them on the thin side. God, I sound like a fucking bastard. Molly, is a beautiful, amazing woman and, Carl doesn’t like them like that.”

Lawrence listened as the man unloaded.

“Maybe you should just quit what your brother likes and go after what you want.”

“We made an agreement. The woman we wanted would be the woman we spend the rest of our lives with,” Edward argued.

“Then live with the fact you’ll never have, Molly.”

Just like I’ll never have, Emily.

Lawrence went back to work. His heart heavy. 

Chapter Five

Chase followed her down to the beach. They walked side by side. A couple of people stopped to wish her well while others ignored them. He couldn’t stop looking at her. She looked so fucking beautiful to him. Even after all these years his blood boiled with a chance to be with her.

“How have you been?” she asked.

“How do you think I’ve been?” He didn’t mean for his voice to sound so harsh. What did she expect after all of these years?

“I guess I deserved that,” she answered.

“You just left,” he said.

“I had too. I couldn’t stay and face....” She stopped and looked out at the sea. The fresh air and the slight breeze ruffling her beautiful brown hair.

“You couldn’t face, Lawrence after being with me?”

“It’s not like that. I missed you, Chase. After I woke up the following morning I knew something had changed. Not just between me and you but about everything.” She ran her fingers through her hair. Chase so wanted to be her fingers. Being this close to her after so many years apart, not touching her was killing him.

“I missed you too,” he admitted in the silence.

“I went away and I guess I grew up. Having a family who shared was shocking but later on I came to see the benefit of it. I mean, I had feelings for Lawrence and being with you awakened me to the feelings I’d developed for you. I know we’ve known each other for a lifetime. This was different.”

They walked along the edge of the beach. The sea in the distance looked so beautiful with the sun shining down.

It wouldn’t take long for her pale skin to become tanned.

“Where did you go?”

“I travelled from place to place. I went to Italy and France. They’re so beautiful and breath taking. I backpacked a little. Nothing was ever certain.”

“I stayed and waited for you to call. Your parents were worried sick and I, I thought I’d done something wrong.”

Emily cupped his cheeks and forced him to look at her. “Please, look at me, Chase.”

He didn’t want to. After so long without being near her watching her and knowing she’d never be his was killing him.

She kissed him. Chase was so shocked he opened his eyes. She gazed at him but the kiss deepened. No longer able to keep his hands away from her he cupped her cheek. Her skin as soft as ever.

“You were the best thing that happened to me on that night.”

“I know you’re not admitting to undying love,” he joked.

“I fell in love with you a long time ago, Chase.”

He stared at her with a blank expression. At least he thought it was a blank expression.

“I don’t know what to say,” he told her.

“You don’t have to say anything.”

Her hands moved from his face and he missed her touch. “No. Don’t stop touching me,” he begged.

Chase held her close and closed his eyes.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered.

“Thank you.”

They walked along the beach for the remainder of the day. Chase took her hand and he dropped her off at home.

“I could stay with you,” she whispered.

Chase groaned and kissed her on the lips. Out of the corner of his eye her saw a curtain twitching from inside.

“I would very much like to take you up on that offer but it has been over five years. I want to get to know the new you. Times have changed and your dad would kick my ass if on the first day back I ravaged you back at my apartment.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“I know I’m right.”

“I also need to talk to, Lawrence. I owe him an explanation,” Emily said.

“That you do.”

Chase watched her go inside and then walked the short distance to his own apartment. Lawrence was sitting watching television. He didn’t move when he walked in. Not surprising. Chase didn’t offer an explanation. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and joined him watching some sort of horror flick. Horror or porno he couldn’t make out.

“How is she?” he asked.

“Good. Happy and certainly grown up.” Chase chuckled.

“Is she staying for good?”

“She said she was. She wants to have a talk with you. I think she feels all weird about everything,” Chase told him. He drank half a bottle of his beer shocked to see his hands shaking.

Shit. He hadn’t really expected to see her again.

“Why didn’t you bring her back here?”

He watched a few minutes of the horror porn flick and thought about the question.

“I don’t want to rush her into anything. What happened back at that motel was amazing. I don’t want to repeat it. Emily, deserve much more than that.”

“You’re damned right she does. I guess here is my bit. I love, Emily. Always have and always will. You ever and I mean ever hurt her. I’ll cut your fucking dick off.”

Chase smiled. He knew his friend was serious. What made him smile was he wouldn’t be stupid enough to hurt her. He wanted to love her and give her everything in the world.

****

Emily took a waitress job at the local diner. Everyone stopped by to wish her well and she watched the door to see if, Lawrence would enter. Her parents were still a little off with her but it was getting better.

Mavis had given her a job offer the moment she walked through the door. Molly looked grateful for the extra pair of hands.

“When do the guys come in?” she asked. Molly had been a class beneath her at school but the other woman was still friendly.

“Carl and Edward, tend to come in first and sit over in that booth over there. Chase and Lawrence, don’t spend a lot of time here. Maybe with you being the new hot waitress, they’ll find an excuse to come here more often.

“I see, Jackson and Harley are still regulars,” Emily said and waved at the two men. They were lovers she could tell but no one talked much about them.

“Yes.”

“Ladies! The lunchtime regulars are coming,” Mavis said from behind them. Molly blushed when Edward and Carl walked in.

“I guess I’d better go and serve my regulars as well. Good luck, you’ll be fine.”

Emily watched the scene play out and she couldn’t help but be nosey. Molly was an adorable woman and she should have a guy who appreciated her. Picking up the wash cloths and spray she moved over, to where the guys were sitting and started washing down the table tops.

They were already sparkling clean but she thought it wouldn’t do much harm to make sure.

“Hi. What will you be having today?” Molly asked.

Emily moved round the table so she could watch it as well.

Carl glanced at his menu and Edward stared at Molly, a look of longing appeared on his face.

Say something to her. Start a conversation.

“I’ll have the lunch special,” he said. Emily shot a glare at him.

“Okay. What do you want, Carl?”

The other brother ignored her and Emily couldn’t believe what an asshole he was being.

“I’ll have whatever he’s having,” he said after a long pause.

“Two lunch specials coming up. I’ll bring your coffee out in a second.”

Emily saw Edward, watch her as she moved up to the counter.

“You know any wider and you’re going to start drooling,” Carl complained.

“Sorry.”

These two brothers were fucking useless. As she was about to start a conversation a hand  wrapped around her waist and pulled her up against a firm hard body. She was shocked when her pussy melted and her nipples hardened. When she turned around she was even more surprised to see Lawrence and not Chase. She’d responded to Lawrence sexually. This couldn’t be good.

“Hi, angel,” he said and kissed her lightly on the lips.

“Hi.” She didn’t know what else to say. She was taken aback by his touch and her reaction to it.

“You wanted to talk?”

Her mind went blank.

“Yes. I did. Erm...could you meet me after work. I’m now working here now and don’t get off until eight.”

Lawrence nodded. “Sure thing. I look forward to catching up.”

He left and took a seat in the back. Her heart racing. She forgot all about the brothers and moved on with her own business.

With lunch hour in full swing she didn’t have time to think or talk to Molly. The place was hectic. Coffee, orders, refills. She didn’t know how stressful it could be for a waitress. A little after one the place started to cool down. Molly and Emily worked the tables to get them back up to standard.

“I noticed, Edward watching you,” she said to start up a conversation.

“Yes, I know. He comes in everyday and takes the same seat. I think he’s just waiting for coffee or something.” Molly placed the salt and sugar pots apart. Each layout looked ordered.

“How long have you been doing all this by yourself?” Every table looked exactly the same. There was no way Mavis would employ anyone else.

“Since I finished high school at eighteen. We didn’t have enough money for me to go to college and my grades weren’t all that great. I can do two things in this life. I can cook and be nice to customers. Working for my mum was the best course of action.”

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Why be sorry? I love Clifford Arbor and wouldn’t dream of leaving a place I loved so much.” Molly wiped the table she was working on and moved onto the next.

“What about any guys?” she asked.

“No. No men are interested in a girl with a thick waist and who constantly smells of fries when she gets home. I’m content to be on my own, Emily. I got used to the idea a long time ago.”

Emily thought she was going to cry. Molly was a beautiful, full figured woman. She didn’t need to be stuck cooking and serving customers.

“What do you do on the weekend?” she asked.

“I serve at the bar. You know that one down near the coast? Well, they needed a person to work the night shift.”

“So, when you’re not serving here or cooking, you’re down at a bar serving drinks?”

“Yes. It keeps me busy.”

Molly turned away and continued on with the rest of the tables.

Emily went to the kitchen and saw Mavis flipping a couple of burgers. “It’s quiet out there,” she said.

“I know. Quiet and I can hear everything happening.”

Mavis was crying.

“What’s the matter?” Emily took the other woman in her arms.

“Nothing is that matter.” But the other woman held on and sobbed her heart out. Emily saw Molly still working outside.

“Does this have to do with your, daughter?”

She nodded.

“You heard her. Molly, is wonderful. She never complains and listening to her now has made me realize what little life she’s had.” Mavis pulled away and wiped at her nose.

“Why is she so sad?”

“Her dad. Before the bastard decided to cut and run he left a lot of mental scars in his wake. Looks like, Molly got the worse end of the stick.”

Emily didn’t press for more information. She didn’t need it. As the evening wore on she served customers and kept an eye on Molly.

Edward came in again and she made a mental note to talk to him at some point.  At closing Emily saw Lawrence waiting outside.

“You can go if you want. It doesn’t take me long to finish up here.”

She glanced outside and saw Mavis staring at her daughter.

“No. That’s okay. I’m good. I’ll work to the end of my shift.”

Twenty past eight, Lawrence was standing against a lamp post smoking a cigarette as she walked out of the diner.

“You took your time,” he said.

“I’ve got responsibilities now.

“Besides, I feel, Molly needs a friend.” She linked arms with him and they walked through the town. A couple of shops were still open and a few tourists were walking around. Clifford Arbor was notorious to travellers.

“I really did miss this place,” she said.

“If you missed it so badly why didn’t you come back sooner?” he demanded.

Emily smiled. “I guess I walked right into that one, huh?”

“Why did you go, Emily? You left without saying goodbye and I know you had a thing with, Chase.”

“Did he tell you about that?”

“No. He wouldn’t hurt you like that. You’ve got to know how he feels about you.”

Emily smiled and nodded her head. “I feel for him too.”

Lawrence stopped walking.

“What’s the matter?”

“I wasn’t going to do this but I can’t accept it’s over between us.” Lawrence pulled away from her and gazed up at the moon.

“What are you trying to say?” she asked.

“I want you, Emily. I always wanted you. Even after you were with Chase and gone for so long that hasn’t changed how I feel. In fact I feel more for you.” He grabbed her hand and placed it over his chest. “Feel that? Feel how hard it beats. I want you, Emily and I’d do anything for you to want me back..”

She suddenly realized how hard it would have been for her mother. Lawrence took it one step further and kissed her. His tongue plunging inside her mouth as she gasped. Emily responded. She couldn’t do anything else.

“I’m a bastard. I want you so badly,” he growled. Lawrence tilted her head back and consumed her with a kiss.

“Stop,” she muttered. Lawrence backed down immediately. “I love, Chase.”

“There was a point where you loved me. Don’t you think we could get that back?” he asked.

Emily was in shock. “I think I need to go home.”

Lawrence walked her home and she dodged his kiss and shut the door. Her mum was waiting up for her.

“I knew you’d find out what it was like sooner or later,” she said.

“What do I do?” Emily asked.

“Go with your heart and not your head.” Her mother kissed her goodnight and walked upstairs.

Emily went to the window and gazed out at the night sky. Her life just got fucked up.

Chapter Six

Lawrence closed the door and sniffed the air. Chase had made dinner again. They usually shared the cooking but he wasn’t such a good cook.

“That you, buddy?”

Lawrence grunted. He was a shit best friend. Chase had stayed away from Emily when they were younger and here he was willing to fight him for her.

“How did it go?” he asked coming out of the kitchen wearing an apron.  one of those funny gowns with the fake tits.

“Fine. We talked and I dropped her off at home.” He didn’t look at his best friend. He couldn’t not with the taste of Emily still on his lips.

“I made lasagna. It’s fresh. Not from those rancid tasting sauces from jars. The pasta however is that cheap stuff we get. Didn’t want to start rolling it out and wait for it to stick to my pasta machine,” Chase said bringing in a tray. A large golden lasagna was placed in the center and salad at the side.

Lawrence was a shithead.

“You do know you’ve got tats and a bad attitude and you’re talking about food?” he said to try and distract his thoughts.

“Nothing is wrong with liking good food. If I let you cook I’d be bloody ill with food poisoning.”

He pulled a large portion onto his plate and began eating. Every bite made him more and more guilty.

“I kissed Emily,” he said.

Chase paused. The beer pressed to his lips. “What did you say?”

“I kissed Emily,” he repeated.

His friend didn’t do anything to begin with and then stormed off back into the kitchen.

Lawrence hadn’t expected to be filled with a need to be with her. He thought he could deal with Emily and Chase being a couple.

The sound of cutlery smashing brought him out of his thoughts.

“Don’t do this,” Lawrence growled.

Chase looked ready to do murder.

“What did you do? What did you say?” Chase charged over to him and grabbed him by his shirt.

“We talked a little. I’m sorry, man. When she was in my arms it felt like old times. I loved her then and I still do.”

“I was the one she was with. Me.” He thumped his chest.

Lawrence knew who was with Emily the first time. He’d had to live with the knowledge Chase had been there for her during her hour of need.

“Don’t be a bastard about this,” he said.

“You’re telling me not to have an issue with my best friend kissing, my woman?”

He had to think fast.

“Did she respond to you?” Chase asked.

Shit. Lawrence didn’t want to go there.

“Yes, she responded.”

Chase smacked his fist against the wall.

“I don’t want you to talk to me.”

Lawrence watched his friend disappear. The front door slammed and he charged for the phone. Emily wasn’t picking up. He knew where he was going.

Lawrence cursed and grabbed his car keys. The sound of Chase’s bike leaving the house charged him into action. Emily didn’t deserve this cock fighting.

He drove the quick distance to her house. Chase was banging on the door and shouting for Emily to come out.

“Chase. Fucking stop this,” he yelled as he got out of the car.

A curtain twitched upstairs and Lawrence saw Emily staring down at Chase.

The front door opened. Tyler and Andrew stood at the door.

“Where’s Emily?” Chase demanded.

“None of your business, son. Get your attitude off my property,” Andrew pushed Chase away.

Lawrence seeing the fight brewing grabbed Chase by the arm. “The only person you want to fight is me,” he said.

Chase spun around with a crazy look on his face.

“You want to do this now?”

“I kissed your woman and I’m prepared to fight for her. This is the time and place.”

****

“You think we should fight for her?” Chase couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He loved his friend and he would not fight him for a woman. But Lawrence had admitted to kissing Emily. He couldn’t control his rage any longer.  For as long as he could remember he’d always been on the sidelines. watching his friend and Emily. No more. He wouldn’t back down, not from this fight.

“Yes. I want, Emily.”

He made it sound so simple. Lawrence wanted Emily and so he’d have her.

“I’m not going to fight you for the woman I love.”

“I remember when a woman was a piece of ass to you. What changed?” Lawrence asked.

Chase stared at his friend and saw the rage blazing out of his eyes. “I was, Emily’s first. That’s what changed.”

He knew he’d hit below the belt. He welcomed the coming attack.

Lawrence lashed out hitting him square in the jaw. “You bastard. You don’t deserve her.”

“You really want to do this, tough guy?”

Since high school, Lawrence and Chase had never fought over anything. Their friendship meant more to them than any woman. Usually they shared a woman they crushed on. Emily was different. She wasn’t some woman to use and discard.

Chase didn’t care that her parents watched. He knew how they saw him. They didn’t know how much Emily meant to him.

The curtain twitched again and he saw Emily staring at him. Her eyes pleading with him over the distance that separated them.

His very future depended on this fight. Some of the neighbors had come out to check out the commotion being made. He ignored them and lashed back out at his friend. Lawrence was a little smaller than him but knew how to use his fists.

Usually he gave time for him to relax and rest. Not this time.

“Emily, is mine.”

Chapter Seven

Her men were sparing over her. It was kind of hot if a woman was into the whole dominant guy routine.

She hunted for her dressing gown but couldn’t find it.

“Shit,” she shouted. Her mother stood staring at her. She had to do something. Never would she allow two men to ruin a friendship over her. She would leave town before she let that happen.

The flimsy white negligee did nothing to conceal her body. Flinging her arms up in the air she cursed and charged past her mother.

“Is this what you had to put up with?” she asked as she passed the older woman.

“I made a choice to save us all.”

Emily paused on the step and turned to her mother. “Do you love both of them?”

“With all my heart and soul. Being apart was tearing us up. I did what I had to do.”

She nodded her head and charged down the stairs. Her dad and Tyler stood blocking her path.

“Let me pass,” she demanded.

“No. You’re not going out there,” her father argued.

The sound of the grunts and knuckles hitting flesh made her cringe.

“Dad, I love you but I’ve got to do this.”

“You’re not going out there.”

Emily punched him in the arm. An immature act she knew. She had to grab his attention.

“Really, you want to go there. Isn’t this what you and Tyler had planned with mum? Out there are two men I love more than anything. If they get hurt because of this, I will hold you personally responsible.”

Her hands on her hips she faced off with the two men who’d tried to protect her when she was younger.

“You can do better than that, Spencer boy,” he growled.

“You don’t know, Chase. I do and he’s perfect for me. Step aside or lose me forever,” she told him. The ultimatum had sprung up on her instantly.

She had to use everything at her disposal to get him out of the way.

“Don’t threaten me!”

“Then step out of my way. I’ve left once and I can do it again.”

Tyler pulled her dad out of the way. She sent him a smile, she didn’t want to have to go through with her threat.

“Stop it,” she screamed running down the stairs. Lights from the garden helped her run down. Emily was pleased it was summer otherwise she’d be freezing her tits off. “Stop.”

Her voice wasn’t being heard.

She looked at them. A good distance was between them.

Going on instinct rather than thinking it through she ran between them. Chase had his fist raised and she stood in front of Lawrence. “Stop,” she yelled and closed her eyes. He’d thrown the punch before he’d seen her.

She waited for the pain and the lights. Nothing came. She opened her eyes to see Chase staring at her.

“Are you fucking stupid?” he growled.

“Don’t you dare scream and curse at me you fucking bastard.”

“See. She ran in front of me to protect me,” Lawrence said.

Emily turned and whacked him on the face. “Don’t start.”

Chase charged for him again.

“Will you guys stop?” Emily screamed as she got between them again. Blood, cuts and bruises marred their skin. The neighbors stood on their lawns looking at them. Her chest was heaving and she knew her breasts would be visible through the fabric.

“You kissed him,” Chase accused.

She turned and glared at Lawrence. “No. He kissed me.”

“But you responded.”

“I told you I’m a good catch,” Lawrence growled.

She ran a finger through her hair and stared at one man and then the other.

“Yes, I responded. It was our first kiss and it took me by surprise. Why the hell did you decide to settle this score outside my house?” Emily demanded.

“He fucking started it,” Lawrence growled and moved closer.

Emily pressed against his chest and pushed him away.

“I don’t care who started it. You’re best friends. Do you remember that? You do everything together. Do not let me get between you or your friendship.”

“You already did,” Chase said.

“When?” she asked.

“Five years ago in a motel room.”

Emily opened her eyes wide. She stared out past all the people.”You think this started then?”

“You are mine, Emily. You’re always going to be mine.” A thump of excitement coursed through her body. His gruff voice and demanding manner affecting her more than she’d have liked. In her mind an image flashed of Chase’s head between her spread thighs. His tongue licking up her cream. Shit. She didn’t have any panties on. Emily needed to reign in all those deliciously wicked memories otherwise she’d be embarrassing herself in front of all the neighbors and her parents.

“I’m not anyone’s property,” she argued even though it sounded weak to her.

“You’re mine.”

She stared at him and in her heart she knew it was true. She was his from the moment she walked inside that motel room. What she also knew is that she was Lawrence’s girl as well.

She’d never stopped wanting him.

“I told you. I’m not giving her up without a fight,” Lawrence said behind her. He’d gotten closer while she’d been talking with Chase.

“We can’t fight for her,” Chase said.

“Yes we can.”

“No. You can’t. I won’t let you fight outside my house.” Why does this have to happen to me?

“Then you’ve got to choose,” Chase said.

“What?”

“If you want us to be friends, we need to know the man you want.”

Emily should have seen this coming. The guys reeked of testosterone and many other qualities. She glanced at Chase and then at Lawrence.

“I’m not picking between you two,” she told them.

“You’ve got to.”

“Yes, I agree with Chase. You’ve got to pick one of us.”

Emily stared at each man, one on either side of her.

“No. I won’t do that. I love you both. Lawrence, you’re one of my best friends and I love you but Chase you’re the man I’ve been thinking about for the past five years. I love you both the same but different and I know how stupid that sounds.” Emily pulled out of their hold and moved towards her house.  If Lawrence had been here that night five years ago would she be where she was now? 

She pushed her hair behind her ear and glanced over the beautiful landscape. They may be two men living together but they had good taste.

The garden was maintained and the flowers decorative and gorgeous.

“When I was away I thought about us all together,” she said.

The truth. Her mother had a relationship with two men and they were happy. Could she be happy with Chase and Lawrence?

“What are you saying?” Lawrence asked.

“In Clifford Arbor we keep to ourselves, right? Anything goes? What if I don’t decide. What if I say we’re all in a relationship?”

Silence met her question. Emily bit her lip and wondered if she’d made a big mistake. Chase moved first. He placed a hand on her shoulder and she gasped. The contact shocking her more than anything. For five years she hadn’t been with another man. All she had were her memories of that night. The one night she’d spent in his arms. Loving, fucking whatever he wanted to call it.

“I’d do anything to be with you,” he said.

Her heart lifted and she turned, wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Lawrence came into view. “We’d better try this out to see how it works,” he whispered.

Chase nodded. “Come live with us for the next couple of weeks.”

Emily liked the idea of being out of her parent’s house. She loved them but she knew she was cramping their style.

“What happens after two weeks?” she asked.

“If after two weeks, it’s not working and we really can’t deal with each other. Then we have a clean break. No complications.”

“And if it does work?” She needed to make sure everything was settled between them.

“Then you stay and we make a life together. The three of us.”

Chapter Eight

Emily packed a few things while Chase and Lawrence waited in the car. Lawrence stared at his friend while dabbing at a cut with a piece of towel her mother had brought out. He didn’t feel in a good mood. In fact he felt like shit. Chase didn’t look much better.

“We shouldn’t have fought on her front lawn,” he said to try and cut through the awkward silence.

“We got what we wanted. That’s the main thing.”

Lawrence nodded and watched as the door opened and closed.

“I’d do anything for her,” Lawrence told him.

“I know and that’s why this is going to work. I love her. Now is our time to prove how much we do.”

“I’m ready to go,” she said as soon as she caught up with them.

Chase hugged her close and placed her inside the truck Lawrence had brought. “I didn’t bring a second helmet. You’ll be safer in this than on my death trap.”

Lawrence smiled and drove home. He didn’t speak and every once in a while he checked his rear view mirror to make sure Chase was following close behind.

While his friend put away his bike, Lawrence took Emily inside their house. She used to spend time at their place before she left. He rubbed a hand over his face and took her suitcase from her. Chase came in a few minutes later.

“Do you want your own room?” Lawrence asked. He didn’t want her to be pressured into sharing a bed with one of them.

“No. She’ll share one of our beds,” Chase interrupted. Knocking out his idea.

Emily smiled at both men. “I can’t believe we’re going to do this.”

Blood rushed to his dick. The girl of his dreams was finally in his home. He dropped the suitcase and wrapped her in his arms. Her lush body was meant to be with him. He’d fantasized for years about his Emily.

She let out the cutest, little gasp followed by a moan. Chase came up behind her and pulled her hair out of the way. Lawrence watched as his friend kissed the column of her neck. Her eyes closed and she leaned back giving him better access.

He’d shared women with Chase before but never got off on watching his seduction. This wasn’t only about seducing her but savouring everything Emily had to offer. Every touch or and caress.

Lawrence was already addicted to her soft sounds. His cock rock hard and about to explode from his jeans.

Shit. He needed to get inside her hot little body soon.

Chase’s hands came up between them and removed her jacket. She still wore the plain white negligee that didn’t hide anything from sight.

“I can’t believe you came outside in this,” Lawrence growled. He took in every inch of exposed flesh. He wanted to see her tits and to taste them after being denied for so long.

“I had to get to you and I was dressed in this.”

“It’s so fucking sexy. What were you doing?” Chase demanded to know.

Fucking hell, Lawrence sensed his body responding to the low growl in his friend’s voice.

“I was fingering myself,” she replied.

Her fingers were digging into the flesh of his arm.

“You’ve picked up some interesting words along the way, baby,” Chase said.

“I’ve read a lot. I like hearing about it. While I was away I imagined you telling me what you were going to do. It excited me.”

Lawrence stared past her shoulder and looked into Chase’s eyes. Their woman liked it sexy and hot.

“You want to hear me tell you wicked things?” Chase asked.

“Yes.” A sigh escaping her lips. Lawrence wanted to hear Chase say naughty words.

“You want to hear about how hard my dick is? How I’ve not had another woman since you’ve been gone? I wanted nothing more than to fuck your tight cunt, Emily.”

She gasped with every question. Lawrence reached out and pulled the sheer negligee off and over her head. He groaned aloud. Her tits were huge, more than a handful. She had a tiny waist and full hips. His dick was so hard. The tip leaking pre-cum. He wanted inside her body.

“Lawrence wants you, baby. I see it in his eyes. He wants inside your sweet pussy.”

Emily opened her eyes and Lawrence didn’t turn away. He wanted her to see how much he desired her.

“You never wanted me before,” she said.

His heart broke. “I always wanted you. I just didn’t know how badly until I never saw you again.”

He placed her hands around his neck and he held her against his body. Lawrence didn’t want to rush any part of this evening. This was about all of them and seeing if they were compatible together. The way he was responding to Chase he was starting to think he was more compatible to this arrangement, than he first thought.

“It’s not fair. Both of you are way over dressed and I’m standing here buck naked,” she complained.

Both men removed their shirt and unzipped their jeans. Lawrence never went around in underwear at the best of times. He glanced up to see Chase and his tattooed body already exposed. He found himself admiring the long length of cock jutting out. A pearl of moisture pooling at the tip. Lawrence closed his eyes and shook his head. Never had he found another man attractive. He didn’t understand what was different about now.

“Fuck,” Chase growled. Emily had her fingers around his length and was fucking him with her fist.

Lawrence rid himself of his clothing and stood watching the scene play out. He grabbed his own shaft and began to spread his natural lubrication all over the head.

“I think we should take this to a more appropriate room. Standing in the doorway is all well and good but I want a nice comfy place to fuck her,” Lawrence told Chase.

“This is really going to happen?” she asked.

“Don’t you want it too?” Chase asked. “I want you to understand, Emily. What happens next, only happens because you want it too. Me and Lawrence are not into rape or any shit like that. You come with us one hundred percent or it stops now.”

Lawrence watched the concern on his friends face.

Chase did love her. If he had any doubts they were wiped away in the expression on his face.

He moved through the house to get to the sitting room. A large television was in the corner and a fireplace in the center of the room. During the summer they didn’t need the heating. Lawrence looked forward to seeing her naked and beautiful with the glow of the fire dancing over her naked skin.

Small hands turned him around and pushed him back onto the seat. Lawrence turned to look at Chase and then at Emily. She stood naked and proud in front of him. Chase took the seat next to him.

“Looks like our woman has learned a few tricks along the way,” Chase mumbled. Emily took the clip from her hair. Her brown curls tumbled round her shoulders.

“For five years I’ve fantasized about having you two at my beck and call. After all of my fantasies I finally have you both within touching distance.” To emphasis her point she placed a hand on both of their stomachs. Her touch travelled down and wrapped her hand around each of their lengths.

Both men emitted a low growl and thrust their hips up to meet her.

Fuck, Lawrence saw stars. The intense pleasure more than he could imagine.

****

Chase was going to die. Her fingers felt so good easing the pain in his cock. Emily looked more confident than she did five years ago. He wanted to know everything she wanted. This Emily wasn’t a virgin or a shy woman but a confident woman who knew what she wanted.

Lawrence looked like he was ready to burst. Chase smiled when he thought of his best friend watching him. He’d seen the glance and the longing shining in his eyes. Chase had longed for Emily he knew when he saw it in another.

He didn’t know what to think. Lawrence was his best friend but the kick in his groin spoke volumes to him.

Chase nodded his head and watched as Emily engulfed the tip of Lawrence’s cock. The other man cried out and his head flung back against the sofa. For a short time five years ago she’d tasted him on her tongue. How would it be with her to take his dick between those luscious lips? He wouldn’t be able to cope to sit and watch. Her tongue peeked out and circled the head. He groaned. His fingers finding his hardness and trying to ease it. Emily looked so beautiful.

“Stop. Stop,” Lawrence said. He tapped her head. “I don’t want to let go inside your mouth. I want to be inside you.”

Emily smiled and stood. Chase pulled a condom from a stack they kept around. She shook her head. “I know it’s only been a few days but I love you guys. I’m clean. I’ve not had anyone since, Chase.”

His fingers shook when he placed the condom on the counter. This was it. Their future laid out before them. Chase usually panicked at the thought of forever with a woman. With Emily it had been a long time coming.

He stood up and moved behind her back. “I want to help you fuck him.”

Emily glanced behind him with a frown on her face.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll guide you,” he whispered and laid a kiss on her shoulder.

Lawrence lay back against the chair, his legs spread out. With his own hands on her waist he moved her forward to straddle his friend. Chase licked his lips and grasped Lawrence’s cock. They stared at each other. Nothing spoken but some unknown force driving him.

Slowly, Chase enjoyed holding his friends cock and watching him sink inside Emily. He swiped the tip through her cream. With a hand on her hip he guided her down onto his thick dick. Emily panted and Lawrence looked ready to blow. Chase didn’t want to let go of his friend. Her legs were shaking and he wanted her to enjoy being with them. He moved out of the way and watched as Lawrence sunk the last few inches inside her.

“You’re big,” she said to Lawrence.

Sweat dripped from his brow from the exertion of the situation. Chase stood behind her and with his hands on her hips he lifted her up until only the tip of the other man’s cock remained inside her. Then staring at his friend he pushed her all the way back down. Through the connection of holding Emily and then staring at each other he could imagine himself fucking his friend.

Lawrence placed his hands on her thighs and together they watched as his cock disappeared inside her body. The muscles on his neck stood out and Chase knew what the guy was going through. Emily had been tight and hot. He hadn’t wanted the pleasure to end.

“You feel her? You feel how hot and tight she is?”

“Fuck. She’s so fucking tight. I’m not going to be able to hold back.” Lawrence placed his hands over Chase’s where they rested on her hips. He gasped and stared at his best friend. Shocked and turned on.

“Play with your little clit, Emily,” he whispered. “How I showed you all that time ago.”

She gave him her dry fingers and he sucked them into his mouth. “Now, play with yourself.”

Emily fingered her clit and Chase fisted his cock. His balls drew up and he felt the first wave pulse through him. He let go of her hips and let Lawrence begin the final pace. He watched and with a few quick, sharp thrusts Lawrence erupted. Chase found his own release and his seed spilled from his dick onto her lower back. Emily came third, with a gasp of pleasure before she collapsed on top of Lawrence.

All were sated and ready to start again.

Chapter Nine

“He’s going to take forever,” Lawrence joked.

“Stop it. Chase does not control his kitchen like that. I won’t believe it.” Emily lay in the center of Chase’s bed. Her stomach growling in hunger. They’d moved to his room because he had the biggest bed. Instead of making love they’d put on a movie and lay together naked. She couldn’t believe how amazing it was being between two masculine men. Yes, for her whole life she had a crush on Lawrence. And her first time had been with Chase. Both men held a special part inside of her heart.

“You haven’t seen this guy in business. He refuses to have anything that isn’t organic. He grows herbs in the garden and he even has his own potato crop.”

Emily laughed. Seeing Chase in her mind's eye with all of the tattoos owning a vegetable patch.

“You make him sound like a little teddy bear.”

“I’m not joking. Seriously, I went shopping the other month and brought back a tin of tomato soup. Chase tasted it and threw it out. I’m now banned from food shopping. He cooks everything himself.” Emily loved hearing about the new man she’d missed.

“What do you think he’s cooking?” she asked.

The scents coming from the kitchen were delightful. “I’d go with bacon and eggs but this is Chase. He’s probably got a pasta boiling in salted water. That’s the other thing, he’s picky about the style of dried pasta I buy.”

Emily burst of laughing. “I’ve missed this.”

Lawrence paused. It had been years since they last sat back and talked. “I missed you too.” Silence descended. Emily glanced around the room and decided it matched Chase perfectly. “You know, I would have listened back then.”

“I know. I just didn’t want to talk about it,” she admitted. She turned her head and looked at him. “A lot happened back then. I mean, I walked in on my parents screwing. Not only was I disturbed by that disgusting image but then to see, Uncle Tyler. Chase was with me. He held me through it all. Don’t put your hand in a fist, Lawrence. You weren’t there and I needed someone. Chase was.” She took his hand and rested it over her stomach so he couldn’t start threatening anymore.

“So you think sex is disgusting?” he asked with a smile.

“Between parents, absolutely. Let’s face it, they should stop the moment they have kids,” Emily said with a light tone to her voice. “I guess at the time I hadn’t woken up yet.”

“Did you meet anyone on the road while you travelled?” Emily heard the hint of jealousy in his voice. A warm glow developed through her.

“I met people but none of them were, you or Chase.”

“I can’t believe you’ve been gone so long. Being with you it’s like you never left.”  Lawrence grabbed her hand and raised it to his lips. “I’m pleased you decided to come back.”

Emily swallowed the lump in her throat. Lawrence always had the ability to unnerve her. “I wasn’t going too. So many times I set off in this direction. One ticket to Clifford Arbor, please. I’d get to the train station or the bus depot or wherever I was and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t get on.”

“What do you think stopped you?”

Emily shrugged and tugged her hair behind her ear. “I guess I wasn’t ready. I missed you and Chase but I couldn’t do it. No matter how hard I fought to get on that bus I couldn’t do it.”

“Sounds like you had a lot to deal with.”

Emily laughed. When she looked back over the last five years of her life all she saw was the waste it had turned out to be. She wasn’t running from Clifford Arbor, or her parents. She wasn’t even running from Chase. The one night she’d spent with him had been the most magical throughout her whole life. No. The person who she’d been running from had been herself.

That night when she walked in on her parents with Uncle Tyler she’d seen more than a sex orgy going on. She saw past her parents. In the three people tied together in a sexual tryst she saw herself with Lawrence and Chase.  That thought and the overwhelming desire which had plagued her for years had been too much for her to bear and so she’d run as hard and as fast as she could. Seeing her parents had made her want that kind of relationship with the two men in her life.

Scared and frightened she’d run. After coming to terms with her desires she’d been able to board a bus and travel home.

Chase came in carrying a huge tray.

“Pasta with fresh tomatoes, garlic and basil,” he said.

Lawrence rolled his eyes. “I told you.”

Emily held her hands out for her plate. They’d paused the movie so he could go and cook. Smelling the delicious scents made her stomach grumble and her mouth water. “You must be an awful cook, Lawrence. There is no way this is bacon and eggs,” she teased.

“What can I say, I practice in other areas.” His words giving away his double meaning. Emily shoved his shoulder and settled back with her plate and fork. They pressed play on the movie and all three lay back eating dinner.

Emily became engrossed in the film. The food was heady and she ate every single piece of pasta and sauce. She loved garlic and basil as a food combination.

Chase took her plate and settled down with his arm around her shoulders. Lawrence snuggled up with his fingers caressing her inner thigh. In no time at all she’d forgotten the movie and was thinking about the men beside her. She glanced down and saw their cocks were already hard and waiting.

“Do you want to watch the film?” she asked.

“Do you have something better in mind?” Chase questioned.

Without speaking she lay down and opened her legs wide. Her fingers seeking her wet slit.

She closed her eyes and waited to see what they’d do. The movie was paused and other fingers teased open her pussy lips.

Emily opened her eyes and saw two head between her legs. Each man had spread one side of her lips open. Her flesh would be exposed. Nothing left hidden.

“You look so fucking pretty,” Lawrence growled.

A cry tore from her lips when a tongue swiped through knocking her fingers out of the way.

Another tongue teased over her leg and thigh, travelling up to circle a red tight bud of her nipple. She gasped and arched up for Lawrence to take more of her breast inside his mouth. Chase swirled a finger through her slit and centered on her clit.

A riot of sensation shot through her whole body. Never before had she been part of something so fundamentally life changing as this. If she allowed it to continue she knew in her heart there would be no turning back.

Her fingers sunk into the hairs on their heads holding them as close as she could.

“I want this,” she moaned. “I want both of you forever.”

“We want you too,” Lawrence growled against her nipple. Chase grunted and thrust two fingers inside her cunt. She screamed and held on. Both men forcing her to accept them.

“More,” she groaned. Emily needed to come. Her toes curled and her body shook as every touch sent her closer to the end.

“I’ve got to fuck her,” Chase complained, easing up from her side and opening her legs around him. 

“You like getting fucked?” Lawrence asked her.

Emily nodded. “Only by you two.”

Chase grabbed her hips and penetrated her body. She cried out and reached for Lawrence. Once a few years ago she’d seen a woman take two men at the same time. One in her pussy and the other in her mouth.

“I want to suck your cock,” she said before she could lose her confidence.

Lawrence pulled up on the bed until his cock was within reach of her mouth. She opened her lips and let him slid between. He tasted of soap and she knew he’d been to bathroom after they’d had sex. She took him to the back of her throat. Chase rammed between her thighs commanding more and more attention. Each thrust of his hips sent her jolting away from Lawrence. Emily grabbed his hips and held on as both men pushed inside her body. Her lips opened as wide as they could to suck all of Lawrence inside her mouth. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible.

“Shit. You look so good taking his cock in your mouth.”

Emily loved hearing the praise as her body drew ever closer to a release. Whenever she was around the two men it was like she didn’t have any control over her own body. Chase and Lawrence weaved a magical spell to turn her into their love slave.

“I’m going to blow. Fuck. She’s got a wicked mouth,” Lawrence cried out. Emily held him inside when he started to pull away. “Stop, Emily. Baby, if you don’t stop I’m going to shoot down your throat.”

Her nipples tightened harder and her clit became aching and more aroused. She wanted to taste him on her tongue. To know what her Lawrence tasted like. Would he be salty, sour or sweet?

She didn’t let up and his hands went from pushing her away to holding her in place as he fucked her mouth.

Emily relaxed and let him have his wicked way. With him in control she fingered her clit. Chase was already painfully erect inside her and she knew he would be reaching his end soon. She wanted them all to come together. To experience the ultimate high at the same time.

Chase’s thrusts got faster and deeper and Lawrence screamed. She looked up at him as he pushed between her lips going as deep as she could take him. The rush of fluid shocking and exciting her as it washed the back of her throat. Lawrence tasted salty. She swallowed him down and relished every last drop of him.

Chase grunted and his seed spurted inside her body. Emily didn’t let go and she followed both of her men into a climax.

They collapsed on the bed spent and shaking.

Emily snuggled down between her men and pressed play on the film. Life at the moment was looking pretty good.

Chapter Ten

For the next few weeks life went by for Chase, Lawrence and Emily. They all went to work in the morning. Lawrence and Chase went to the building site or the garage depending on the job at hand while Emily continued to work at the diner and play matchmaker.

Emily found herself growing frustrated. Every day without fail, Carl and Edward walked into the diner and sat in the same seat for Molly to take their order. Carl practically ignored the woman while Edward drooled.

No matter how many times she tried to get Molly to talk to the guys, she came away with their dinner order and a blush.

“I’m not like you. I can’t just go and talk to a guy,” she complained after another failed attempt. That day Molly would be leaving early for a doctor’s appointment and she intended to get to the bottom of it.

Chase and Lawrence came through the doors twenty minutes later. Each man greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and a cuddle before sitting a few seats away from the Jeffrey brothers.

Emily brought them their coffee. Lawrence sneaked a hand up her thigh and she checked to make sure no one was watching. She didn’t want to get fired for having some hanky panky on the job

“Will you boys do me a favour and make sure, Carl and Edward don’t leave?” she asked as she wrote down there order.

“Sure. But can I ask what it’s about?” Chase questioned.

“If we have to be responsible for keeping an eye on those fuckers we want a good explanation,” Lawrence agreed.

It seemed while she’d been away, Carl and Edward remained as irritating as usual.

“Just do it because you love me and don’t ask questions.”

Chase grabbed her round the waist. “That is emotional blackmail,” he complained.

“Is it working?”

“You bet.” He pressed a kiss to her neck and inhaled her scent. Chase always sniffed her. Instead of finding it freaky she thought it was quite sweet. “I want to take you home and love every last inch of you.”

Her heart beat accelerated and her cream leaked into her panties. Emily wanted to go home with them.

“I want that too,” she replied. “And if you do this tiny thing for me I’ll make it worth your while tonight.”

She tempted him. Lawrence chuckled and sipped at his coffee.

“Consider them stopped,” Chase said and let her go.

Emily served a few more people and kept an eye on Molly. A little after twelve thirty and she exited the diner.

A few more customers to serve and then she charged over to where Chase and Lawrence were keeping the other two men busy.

“We’ve got work to get back too,” Carl snapped upon her approach. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t little Miss white transparent negligee.”

Emily blushed but put a smile on her face.

“I take it news travels fast.”

“Very fast. Especially about a gorgeous woman in a nightgown that leaves nothing to the imagination. I take it these two bodyguards are your doing?” Carl asked and pointed at her men.

“They’re good dogs,” she teased. “Thanks.” Chase and Lawrence kissed her before going back to their seat.

“I take it we can’t just walk out of here?” Carl demanded.

Emily glanced over at Edward. He was staring out of the window where Molly was walking.

“I’m here to talk about, Molly.”

Edward turned and gave her his full attention.

Carl snorted and gave her a nasty look. “Why do you need to talk about, Molly?”

“Are you being purposefully nasty or is this just a reaction?” Emily growled.

“What do you need to say about her?” Edward spoke for the first time.

“I’ve seen the way you look at her,” Molly began.

“Oh for fuck’s sake. Is this some kind of matchmaking scheme? We don’t want, Molly,” Carl complained.

Emily knew the older brother had an attitude sometimes. This very second was one of those stupid moments.

“You may not want her but he does.”

Carl glanced over at his brother. “Are you serious?”

Edward stared down at the tabletop not saying a word. Emily knew Edward and she knew he was better than this. She didn’t know what had happened to him to make him so quiet and withdrawn but she’d had e-fucking-nough.

She kicked his shin under the table a flash of fire shone out of his eyes. “That’s so much better than the reserved guy you’ve been. You want her, Edward. I’ve seen it.”

Emily noted his fingers gripped the edge of the tabletop, his knuckles white.

“So you’ve been back in Clifford Arbor for how long?” Carl demanded. Emily ignored him.

“If you don’t stand up to this loser soon, you’ll lose her. She needs you to stand up and be the Edward Jeffrey I remember from high school”

Emily got up and went to serve some more customers. Seconds later Carl stormed out of the diner and Edward glanced over at her before following behind his brother.

There was a time growing up when he’d been the dominant brother. The one with more substance behind him. Something had happened to the other guy while she’d been away and she didn’t know what.

****

Chase watched the two brothers leave. He rubbed his hands together to bring back some feeling. He’d had to sit on his hands to stop from walking over there and taking out his anger on Carl. That bloke could be a serious pain in the ass when he started.

“Earth to, Chase,” Lawrence said passing a hand over his face. Emily looked good enough to eat as she filled up coffee mugs and brought food out.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“So are we going to ask her?” Lawrence said.

Chase stopped glancing at the woman he loved and turned his attention back to his friend. “I’m nervous as shit about it.”

“We won’t know unless we ask her. I talked to a priest and he’s prepared to do a service for all three of us. A quiet ceremony someplace private.”

Chase knew the priest. The guy had been the only one willing to accept his own parents and Emily’s.

“What is she says no?” Chase didn’t want to ask her for fear she’d turn him down flat. “I couldn’t live with it if she said no.”

Lawrence reached out and grabbed one of his hands. “Do you really think she’ll say anything but yes?”

Chase stared at his friend and then at Emily. In his heart he knew she would be the only woman he ever loved. He’d do anything for her. For the past few days he and Lawrence had been talking about building a future together. The past few weeks had been amazing. All three of them shared a bed and they laughed. All of their spare time together was filled with each other. They didn’t always spend the time having sex either.

His hands shook and he glanced down at their hands together. Chase knew his feelings for Lawrence were changing. They were growing with every day. He no longer viewed him as just a friend but also as a potential lover. Chase imagined he was the one fucking Lawrence when he had Emily in his arms. The connection so strong it was like having his lips against his own.

Emily meant so much more to them. She was a bridge that connected all three of them together.

Chase rubbed his thumb along his friend’s fingers and for a few seconds he could imagine there was more between them than Emily.

Without giving any more thought to his plan he stood up and walked to where she was serving a tourist couple.

Clifford Arbor accepted the relationships within its seaside town but it was acted on with discretion when tourists were around. He stood behind her until she spun and smiled at him.

His heart pounded inside his chest and feeling light-headed and dizzy he got onto his knee.

Emily placed the coffee jug carefully on the table. Without taking his eyes off her he grabbed her hand.

“Emily, I love you. Always have and always will. When you left I thought a part of me had died and gone to hell. Since you’ve come back I can’t see a future without you in it. I’m not very good at speeches and I suck at everything else. I can only really tell you how much I love and intend to love you for the rest of my life. So with that in mind I would very much like the honor of you becoming my wife.”

Chase brought the ring up for her to see. His hand was shaking and he couldn’t hold the box steady. He heard her gasp. Tears were pouring out of her eyes.

"Are the tears good sign?” he called out to the room. Emily started laughing and with a jerk of the head he took as confirmation. “Is that a yes? Baby, be sure because once you give me your answer there ain’t no turning back,” he warned.

“Yes. I love you so much.” Chase spun her around and Lawrence joined them.

“We’ll all get married together,” he whispered against her ear. She nodded and accepted the offer of congratulations from everyone else. Chase shook hands with his best friend.

His life was about to change and he couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

Chapter Eleven

One year later...

Emily glanced out at the vegetable garden. Chase was out with his little wicker basket uprooting potatoes and carrots. She also saw some of his tomatoes and cucumbers. He loved his garden and she loved watching him bend and work. Chase always took off his shirt and she saw the love heart tattoo on his chest. Lawrence was the name at the top above the heart, Chase’s name was at the bottom and in the center of the heart was her name.  She loved that ink more than all the rest. The other tats were great but that monster he’d gotten on their honeymoon. As part of their celebration they’d all gotten tattoos. She had a dragon inked on the base of her back. The boys liked to call it her tramp stamp. Lawrence got fancy writing of their names down his arm.

A very outrageous thing to do but one she’d enjoyed every minute.

She took a bite out of her apple and watched his muscles ripple as one plant was tough in coming out of the ground. A laugh escaped her when he fell back onto his ass. Lawrence was out at the shop. She’d finally managed to convince Chase he could get some bare essentials like bread and milk. So far Lawrence hadn’t let her down.

A hand pressed to her stomach when she thought of the news she’d gotten that morning. A few months ago she’d started having the flu and after a few weeks she’d recovered to feeling right as rain.  About a week or two afterward, she’d been vomiting in the morning and had a few other side effects. She’d gone to the doctors to find out what was the wrong and they’d said she was pregnant. Emily hadn’t believed them and demanded further investigation. She wanted her blood and urine samples tested before she’d tell her men about the problem.

Her doctor had phoned a few hours ago. She needed to take folic acid of which she had a prescription to pick up and another appointment had been booked to monitor her pregnancy.

Chase moved around his garden and she laughed when he scared a bird away from his seedlings. She didn’t know how to approach bringing up the baby. Lawrence and Chase loved her but babies had never been discussed.

She ran a hand through her hair and took another bite of her fruit.

Emily moved through the house and went to stand in the kitchen when she heard the front door slam at the same time as the back door. Her men were home.

She braced herself for the upcoming argument.

“Fucking hell. It’s a mad house out there. Everywhere you bloody turn one person after another is barging past. I know we love tourists but the way they act it's as if they own the bloody town,” Lawrence complained dumping several bags on the counter

Chase took his basket to the sink. He kissed her on the way past and squeezed her hip.

Did he know?

“Don’t even thinking of unloading that crap into my kitchen before I see what you’ve bought?” he told Lawrence. Emily hid her smile behind her apple.

“I’ll have you know I own a third of this house and so a third of this kitchen is mine.” When they’d gotten married, Chase and Lawrence had told her she was going on the deeds of the house. She’d told them she didn’t care about what they owned or the house as long as she stayed with them. On this matter they hadn’t been deterred. Both men had wanted her protected against everything.

The unwrapping of the bought goods began. “You brought cheap bread? I told you to get a proper loaf. You know one I can cut? Where’s the wholemeal bread?”

Emily snorted. Chase with all his ink didn’t look half as scary when he began talking ingredients.

“I bought what was available. If you don’t like the taste either toast it or put it into breadcrumbs.”

Every time without fail.

“How fresh is this fruit?”

“For fuck’s sake, Chase. It’s fruit. As fresh as they put it on their shelves. Now, for you my lovely lady.” Lawrence produced a box of chocolates and handed them over to Emily.

She smiled and thanked him with a kiss.

“Next time I’ll go to the nearest field and milk the fucking cow if you have a problem with what the shops sell.  In case you haven’t noticed, Chase, we live in a town nowhere near a city.”

“I’m pregnant,” she interrupted. Their argument could go on for several hours and she wanted to get this revelation off her chest. She needed to know what they thought and felt about her upcoming motherhood.

Both men paused before turning to her.  “Is this some joke to stop us arguing?” Chase asked.

Emily shook her head. “No. The doctor confirmed it this morning.”

Chase ran his fingers through his hair while Lawrence looked a little bewildered. She fingered her wedding band while she waited for their reactions. So far from their silence things didn’t look good.

“Is the doctor sure? It isn’t one of those false positive pregnancy tests?”

“She’s sure. Positive in fact. I’ve got to go and pick up a prescription for some pills and then arrange an appointment.” Emily smiled, shaken.

You’re pregnant. You’re about to have a baby. Another human life. Can you begin to live with that?

She pushed away the insecurities.

“Are you happy about this?” Lawrence asked. He moved forward and cupped her face.

“I don’t know. A little scared about what this might mean but I want us all to be happy.”

****

Chase stared at Emily. He felt like the world had just sucker punched him in the gut. She was so tiny. A baby. A life was growing inside her. His hands shook. Women could die during childbirth. He’d seen it on the news and read about it in those awful magazines they kept lying around.

“We’ll always be happy,” he said. Lawrence held her in his arms and he wanted to do nothing more than embrace her.

Chase was happy. Deliriously so. However, a tight fist of fear gripped him. On the one hand he was the happiest man alive. His time with Emily and Lawrence had been unbelievable. The love he felt for her and his friend was unlike anything he’d ever imagined. Having a baby would stabilize their relationship and be something to keep them firmly together.

As with every good thought there was also the bad. What would happen if something happened to Emily? He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

“Do you want me to get rid of it?” he heard her ask.

Her words and the tears forming in her eyes was enough to send him out of his trance. Whatever happened, he loved Emily and he did want a family with her.

“Don’t ever talk like that,” he told her.

Lawrence glanced over her head and he saw the same fear reflected in his eyes.

“I want this baby. I’m just worried in case something bad happens to you,” he admitted.

“Women have been doing this for centuries. Nothing is going to happen to me.” Chase held her in his arms and inhaled her delicious woman scent.

He sent a prayer for her to be safe.

Sometime later, after they’d collected her tablets and booked another appointment, Chase was boiling up some potatoes. Emily was resting in the sitting room and Lawrence came in and sat watching him.

While she’d been waiting for her medication, Chase and Lawrence had emptied out the bookstore of most of the first baby style books. So far from the pictures alone he was already nervous.

“How are you doing?” Lawrence asked.

Chase cut a cross on the bottom of the tomato and chucked it into the boiling water. He used the fresh tomatoes out of his garden but he had to get the skins off. Shepherd’s pie was on the menu tonight.

His meat was resting in a bowl on the side. Onions were cooking in some oil.

“Hey, Chase. I’m talking to you,” Lawrence said.

With a slotted spoon he pulled out the tomatoes and while they were still hot he peeled the skin off. The heat burned the tip of his fingers. He welcomed the pain from the food. It helped him to deal with the pain in his heart. Once all were peeled he began to slice. The motion of the knife calming his erratic thoughts.

“For fuck’s sake. Stop ignoring me,” Lawrence cursed.

Chase slammed his knife down on the board and looked over at him friend. “What do you want me to say? That I’m completely happy with this situation? In case you didn’t notice, Emily is fucking tiny. She’s expected to carry a baby to full term?”

His hands were shaking and instead of continuing on with the conversation he finished slicing his tomatoes before he added his meat to the sauted onions in the pan. Cooking helped him to think. The actions of making food allowed him to stop the panic so close to the surface.

“So, you’re just going to ignore her condition until she goes into labor?”

He slammed the bowl down and scowled at his friend. “Cooking helps to calm me. I want this baby as much as you and Emily. I just don’t want it if it risks her life. This is helping me, Lawrence. I’m not being stubborn or ignoring you. This is how I deal with the facts of life.”

His garden and cooking is what had helped him when Emily left all that time ago. He stirred the meat through the onions and looked at the glinting wedding band on his hand. He bit his lip and refused to give into the need to cry.

What Lawrence and Emily didn’t know was his own mother had lost a baby. Chase had been about ten and he remembered being excited about a brother or sister. One night an ambulance had taken his mum away.  He and his two dads had travelled to the hospital and about five hours later he’d gone to see his mum. She’d been bawling her eyes out and her rounded stomach had been flat.

She’d suffered a miscarriage around the fifth month. Not totally uncommon but for several years after that, life hadn’t been the same.

He wouldn’t share his pain with his family. Chase couldn’t bring himself to think of the loss.

“I’m scared too,” Lawrence admitted.

“Then you know what I’m dealing with.”

He was conscious of Lawrence watching him as he continued to make dinner. For the time being he could forget Emily was pregnant and deal with every day as it came.

Chapter Twelve

One month later Chase and Lawrence were sitting in the room while an ultrasound was being performed. Seeing the little heartbeat and the first stages of development made the situation more real.

The midwife and doctor said her blood pressure was a little raised but that was to be expected. The start of a pregnancy could change how a woman thought and felt. She was about two months along.

Lawrence loved seeing the slight swell of her tummy. After her appointment they dropped her off at the diner and drove over to the building site. The garage hadn’t had any business for the past couple of weeks.

“I can’t believe she’s pregnant,” Chase said again. This time they were working at the building site. Harley was already there with and a few of the other men. They worked at the building site between jobs. At the moment not many cars were in need of being fixed.

“I think she’ll look fantastic. Imagine how amazing she’ll look with her belly all swollen and her tits full. Do you think she’ll breastfeed our child?” Lawrence wanted to be there. He wanted to see the woman he loved nursing his son or daughter. Fucking hell, he cut the thought off. Walking onto the building site with a hard on wouldn’t be a good plan. Most of the men would think he was having dreams about them. Egotistical fuckers.

“She’s small, Lawrence. What happens if something goes wrong?” Chase wasn’t seeing the good in her pregnancy. Lawrence clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Whatever happens we’ll be together and that’s all that matter. Besides, most women deal with pregnancy rather well and Emily is one tough woman.”

“I know but I can’t help but think something is going to go wrong,” Chase said finally voicing his concerns.

“She’ll always have us no matter what happens.”

They walked over to where Harley was talking with the Jeffrey boys.

“I’m only saying. You shouldn’t have any prior claim over the lovely Raven Peters,” Carl complained.

Chase and Lawrence shook hands with Harley and stood off to one side while Harley had it out with the brothers. Chase went to go and get some coffee. Lawrence watched him go and knew how much the man he loved was suffering. Emily would be alright. At least he hoped she would. He didn’t know how women dealt with pregnancy but there must be something they did to keep them going.

He watched the cock fight happening between Carl and Harley and noted Edward stood off to the side. The guy didn’t want this Raven woman anyone could see that. Chase brought him back a black coffee and he didn’t have it in him to tell him he liked milk. He sipped the dark bitter liquid and dealt with his troubled friend.

Soon Jackson Cole had joined the group. Everyone who knew the two men, knew that they were lovers. Their relationship had kicked started when Jackson’s younger brother had been killed by Harley’s ex-wife Patricia. The six men gathered around.

"So what is everyone discussing?" Jackson asked. Lawrence glanced over at Chase. 

"Emily is pregnant." Chase and Lawrence answered him simultaneously, both looking worried.

"Congratulations." Jackson shook each of their hands. Lawrence didn’t want to show his fear but every second he thought about Emily and her slight frame he thought of the problems that could occur. 

Both men smiled at Jackson.

"What’s the matter?"

"You’ve seen how small Emily is, can you imagine her bringing a full sized baby into this world. The doctor already said she is going to keep an eye on the size of the baby in case of any problems. Emily is ecstatic but I’m scared to death. What if something happens to her?" Chase sighed.

"It’ll work out," Harley tried to console.

Chase and Lawrence nodded. Lawrence grabbed Chase by the arm and moved them away from the group of men. He knew talking wasn’t doing any of them any good.

“Why don’t we call her?” he suggested.

“No. I don’t want her to get upset.” Chase sipped his coffee and looked at the mobile phone.

“Well, if you’re not going to call the woman we love to make sure she’s alright then I’ll do it.” Lawrence dialed her number and waited for her to answer. The diner would be open but Mavis let her employees take calls.

“Hello,” she said as soon as she answered.

“How are you doing beautiful?” he responded with a smile on his face.

“Shouldn’t you guys be lifting bricks or doing something constructive?” He chuckled and glanced over at his friend. He saw the longing and knew he needed to hear her voice. “I’ve got a guy here who is fearing for your life. He thinks something bad has happened to you. Will you talk to him and promise him you’re safe?”

“Put him on the phone. This is insane. I’m not that far along and he should trust me. Women have been doing this for years.”

He chuckled and handed the phone to his friend. It didn’t matter how long women have been going through childbirth, Chase would still worry.

“Hi,” Chase whispered. Lawrence watched as a blush developed along the other man’s cheeks. Obviously he was getting scolded by the smaller woman.

Chase handed the phone back after five minutes.

“Please tell him not to worry about me. I’m fine and this will all be okay and in seven or so months he’ll be holding a son or daughter,” she asked him.

Lawrence smiled. His heart melting when he thought of the baby they’d all made.

“Will do. I love you.”

“Love you both.” She hung up the phone.

“Don’t even think of telling me something else. I know what she said,” Chase warned.

At that moment Chase and Lawrence watched Patricia—Harley’s ex—walk onto the building site.

They were poised and ready for business. There was no way that little bitch was going to ruin the happiness one of their friends had found. 

****

Later that night after working in the restaurant, Emily gathered her purse and walked out into the night. Her men were waiting for her to leave.  Chase was leaning up against a lamp post smoking a cigarette while Lawrence stood a little off from him.

“You know that’s likely to do more damage than my pregnant state,” she told him.

“Don’t, Emily. I’m not in the mood.”

Chase wasn’t handling her pregnancy well. She shook her head and looped an arm through Lawrence’s arm.

“Let’s go home,” she said. They walked the short distance and with every step she felt Chase’s gaze on her. She knew she wouldn’t fall down. He clearly had an issue with her and she was getting tired of dealing with him.

Emily enjoyed the fresh air on her face and the scent of the sea air. She really did love living in Clifford Arbor and she looked forward to raising her children here. She’d phoned her mother after the visit to the hospital. At lunchtime she’d come to the diner and they’d glanced at the photo. Not much to see at present but still a small bundle to love. Chase would be an amazing father if only he could get past the fear.

When they got home, Lawrence and Emily showered while Chase put dinner on. Usually after he prepared dinner he joined them, this night he didn’t.

“Anyone would think he hated me being pregnant,” she said.

“Chase has his fears and he doesn’t know how to deal with them.”

She soaped his back and thought about Chase. There was no explanation as to why he didn’t like her being pregnant.

“Do you think he hates the idea of a baby?”

Lawrence turned and kissed her on the nose. “He wants a baby and a family. Maybe what you need to do is go and talk to him. Alone, without me.”

Emily nodded and got out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her body and walked through to the kitchen. Chase was chopping vegetables. His moves jerky. She stood and watched him for a few minutes before taking a seat across from where he was working. Chase tensed but didn’t glance up. She didn’t speak and simply watched him work.

“I need to be alone,” he said.

“You gave up that right,” she told him.

“When?” he growled slamming the knife down on the counter and glaring at her. He looked so sexy but she imagined that wasn’t the look he was going for.

“When you married me. You remember that day. The white dress, the priest and the roses?” she teased.

“Emily, I need some time alone. To deal with all of this.” He gestured at her and then down at her stomach.

“Deal with it quickly. This isn’t going to go away. Only get bigger.”

“I know that.”

He hung his head and Emily didn’t know what to do. She loved this man and the big lug in the bathroom. She opened her towel and let it drop to the floor. She walked around the small island and stood in front of him.

“Look at me,” she told him.

He turned and she saw the heat in his eyes. She took his hand and pressed it against her stomach. “Feel this. This will grow and get bigger. I’m going to put weight on and carry your child.” She moved his hand up to her breasts. “And these will get bigger.”

She moved his hand to cup her mound. “And this will change. My body is going to change but I’m still going to be the same Emily you fell in love with.”

She kissed him on the lips and then each eye. “Please, I’m begging you. Love me now and tell me if you want to be a dad.”

She watched him swallow and he moved his hand to cup her face. “I want this baby. I want you. Always. I’m scared.  What if something happens to you.” He stopped and dropped to his knees. His head pressed against her stomach. “I love you.”

Emily stroked his head. Lawrence came out of the bathroom with a towel draped round his waist. Water dripped from his chest. Her mouth watered. Chase knelt with his face so close to her pussy and her other man looked good enough to eat.

“I think you owe me an apology,” she whispered as lust consumed her.

Chase glanced up and turned to where Lawrence stood. She saw the lust in his eyes and knew in her heart her two men were having little fantasies about each other. Emily smiled and knew she’d do something about that later.  But until then they would show her some attention.

“How do you want me to?”

“I want you to lick my pussy,” she told him.

His hands ran up and down her thighs. She loved his large rough hands on her skin. He always left her wanting more. Lawrence stood off to the side.

“Let me take you into another room.”

“No. I want you to take me here. When you’re cooking I want you to think of licking me out.”

Chase picked her up and placed her on the counter. The food was abandoned and pushed into the sink at the other end of the counter. He spread her out on the counter and opened her legs wide.

Lawrence came and fingered her nipples while Chase went down on her. She cried out when he fucked three fingers inside her. Lawrence lavished attention on her breasts. Chase tongued her clit and she held onto the hands that grabbed hers. She didn’t know who she held onto and she didn’t care. She wanted and needed to be fucked. Chase brought her to a screaming climax and Lawrence pushed his cock inside her mouth.

No longer was she thinking about making Chase feel better. She was now only thinking about the pleasure she wanted. The orgasm he’d given her was a taste of more to come. Lawrence pushed all of his hard length between her lips and she tasted the salty essence of his pre-cum all over the tip of his penis. Chase ran his dick up over her slit. Her juice was already leaking between her lips and down to her ass. She was so turned on. Her men were hard and wanted her.

Chase penetrated her with two sharp thrusts. She cried out and Lawrence went further between her lips hitting the back of her throat. Chase held onto her hips and she couldn’t watch. Lawrence had hold of her hair and was fucking between her lips.  She needed this. To let go and simply fuck.

She wanted to feel Lawrence blast down her throat and Chase let go inside her cunt.

“Fuck, I can’t hold on,” Chase growled.

His thrusts becoming more erratic as Lawrence pushed back her gag reflex.

Someone fingered her clit and she cried out. A cock filling her at either end. A few flicks and she screamed in release. Lawrence plunged a final time between her lips and she simply swallowed down his salty cum. The grip on her waist became almost bruising and Chase growled.

His cum was hot. Lawrence pulled out of her mouth and slumped to his knees. He laid kisses across her temple. Chase didn’t let her go. He stayed inside her for some time. He kissed her check.

“I’ll never look at this kitchen counter the same again,” he muttered. Emily laughed and held the men she loved to her. There was nothing she wouldn’t do without her men.

Chapter Thirteen

As the months progressed and Emily grew bigger, Chase finally began to relax. Even though every time he showed signs of being concerned, Emily and Lawrence distracted him with their bodies. The ultrasound showed a small baby but a healthy one. Jackson and Harley had found love and Molly was doing fine at the diner.  Over the months the sex had reduced so only one of them was with her at a time. Chase knew Lawrence hated the new set up but it was the only way to satisfy his fears. He didn’t want anything to happen to the woman he loved.

“You know you’re being unreasonable,” Emily said one night. Chase lay on his back while Emily straddled him. Her swollen belly a sight to behold. He loved running his hands over it. The most delightful sensation in the world had been when his son or daughter kicked.

Most times he liked her sitting on top of him while he lay back with his hand on her stomach. The simple touch was enjoyable to him. For hours at a time he could lay being inside her.

“About what?” he asked.

“I’m fine. You worry way too much,” she told him.

“So why am I being unreasonable?”

Emily pouted and squeezed her pussy around his cock making him curse and thrust up inside her.

“You know, you could invite, Lawrence back to the room,” she suggested.

“And why would I want to do that when I’ve got you all to myself.”

Emily smiled down at him and whenever she used her smile he knew he was about to lose an argument. Where Lawrence was concerned his feelings were growing. He could no longer deny the attraction growing between them. Their friendship was beginning to develop into so much more. From a simple touch to a brush of lips.

“Don’t pretend I don’t know. I’m not blind to what’s happening between you and Lawrence.”

He stopped breathing while listening to her talk. Chase didn’t know what to say. They’d kissed the other night but both had pulled away before it could deepen or change anything between them.

“I thought you looked hot. Your lips locked together. I wondered what it would look like with Lawrence sucking your cock,” Emily said and squeezed her pussy around him.

“Fuck,” he growled. Chase’s cock jerking at the image of Lawrence on his knees taking the thick length of his arousal between his lips.

“Lawrence,” she screamed.

Chase held her hips and pleaded with his eyes for her to stop. She smiled down at him and seconds later his friend appeared in the doorway.

“You hollered.”

“I was just talking with, Chase. I wanted to know why you stopped your kiss with him the other day?”

Chase wanted to glance over at his friend but she wouldn’t let him move. Her tight cunt keeping him in place.

“You don’t sound jealous so I guess I’m not going to get told off,” Lawrence said and came further into the bedroom.

“Actually,” she said and climbed off Chase. His cock pulled out of her body and stood straight up. His cock coated in her cream. “I was wondering what it would look like to see you sucking, Chase.”

The little minx knew what she was doing. She touched his chest and ran a hand down his stomach until she touched his dick.

“Come here, Lawrence.”

Chase didn’t know what to do and lay there while his friend walked closer. He knew Emily loved both of them and she would never do anything to upset either of them.

“Taste us,” she held her hand out to Lawrence and he held his breath as his friend took the offered hand and licked her palm and fingers.

“You taste good together,” he said. Lawrence stared at Chase. His cock jumped.

“Taste more of him,” she coaxed him down.

Chase lay frozen not sure what to do. Lawrence lowered his head and engulfed the tip of his shaft. Chase screamed out when lips took all of him inside the wet heat of his mouth. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He loved his friend and hadn’t imagined anything so wonderful happening.

“You two look so beautiful together,” Emily gasped out and leaned down to kiss Chase.

She placed some pillows behind his head and Chase finally saw what was happening to him.

Lawrence, his best friend and the only man he’d ever love, swallowed more and more of his dick between his lips.

He gulped for air and Emily smiled down at him.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I want you to be happy. Being with Lawrence like this will make all of us happy. Besides, what’s not to like. Two hot men fucking?” she teased.

His heart swelled with the love he felt for this woman. He never wanted his time to end. Sweet little Emily Sampson was bringing Lawrence and he together in a way he’d never imagined.

“I love you,” he said.

“I know.”

Chase watched Lawrence love his cock and he couldn’t begin to think about the love he felt for the man or the woman on his bed.

Emily sat and caressed his chest and nipples. Her hands running all over his upper body. From the tightness of her body to the heat of his friend Chase couldn’t stop. The sensations were unlike anything he’d ever dreamed about. Lawrence pushed him to the back of his throat and he felt the bump as he hit and Lawrence swallowed him further down. Chase cried out when his balls drew up and his cock kicked. Emily kissed him and took his cries. He climaxed and watched as Lawrence took every little drop. Nothing wasted. His throat worked with every drop.

Chase moaned and held onto the bed. He didn’t want to push Lawrence further down. Having his friend suck on him had changed everything.

He prayed it was for the better.

****

Lawrence drank every drop of Chase’s cum. He couldn’t believe what had happened. After being friends with him for most of his life they’d finally had more than a friendly hug or kiss. He came up off his cock and stared at Emily.

Her cheeks were flushed and she nodded her head. She’d known. After all this time of worrying about his emotions about the man he viewed as his best friend and Emily had already known all about it.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I love you two. I don’t want you to be cheated. If you want, Chase then have him. Don’t ever worry about me. I think you two looked fucking hot together.”

Lawrence moved up the bed and collapsed next to Chase.

The other man stared at him in shock.

“She told me to do it,” he said.

“I love you,” Chase responded and kissed him back.

Emily lay down, her arm across Chase’s chest and she touched Lawrence on the chest.

“What happens now?” he asked the two people he loved.

Emily chuckled.

“I guess we live our lives. I think we need a bigger bed,” Chase said. Three snuggled down together. In their world they were so happy they didn’t think anyone or anything could change their bliss.

Chapter Fourteen

The months continued on and Emily with the help of Lawrence and Chase attended her hospital appointments and training for when the baby would be delivered. They’d all agreed not to know the sex of their child. They wanted the excitement of finding out at birth.

Emily was pleased she’d brought Lawrence in that night. Since knocking down that barrier their lives had become so much harder. Lawrence and Chase were no longer worried about showing their feelings for one another and she got the chance to watch them from afar. When they kissed it was one of the most amazing things she’d ever witnessed in her life. She wanted to continue watching as their comfort with each other grew.

She had ten weeks to go until she gave birth. Her stomach was huge and her back ached from the weight. She’d had to stop working at the diner and Molly came round every other day to keep her company. Edward hadn’t listened to her advice at all. Molly was still alone in the world.

Chase and Lawrence took turns to spend time with her. She managed to get them out to work every morning. One morning she didn’t want to tell them but she didn’t feel right.

Her feet were swollen and she felt strange. Emily walked through her house and collapsed on the floor. Her head dizzy. Her ankles were huge. Her entire body felt like it was tight in her skin. A wave of sickness swept through her and she knew she couldn’t hold it off any longer.

She lay on her back and reached for the phone. Something wasn’t right. She needed to see a doctor.

Emily made the call to the hospital and told them her symptoms. They told her not to worry but an ambulance was on its way.

She collapsed with the phone on her chest. A hand pressed against her stomach.

“What’s the problem,” she muttered to her belly.

She held off for as long as possible then she phoned her men.

Emily called and waited for the phone to go to the answering machine.  She licked her lips and put the phone to one side.

****

“What the hell is going on?” Chase demanded the moment he saw a doctor. Ever since he’d gotten the phone to play him the answer machine message his gut had tightened and he knew something bad was going to happen. He should’ve been firmer and one of them stay with her. If Lawrence or himself had been there they would have seen a difference.

“Calm down. Are you the husband?” the male doctor asked.

“Yes. Please, tell me what’s wrong with my wife,” he pleaded.

Lawrence stood behind him and he knew the guy was close to losing control. If they lost Emily, they lost everything. She was the one person keeping them together.

“Emily is suffering with what is known as preeclampsia. Swollen ankles, high blood pressure and the appearance of blood in the urine are all common features. We’re keeping her monitored to see if this eases.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Then we’re going to have to consider a Caesarean section.” Chase listened with half an ear. He knew. He’d fucking knew something was going to go wrong. The love of his life was in danger.

He didn’t stay to listen to the man giving him the mixed news. Instead, he walked around him and went to find Emily.

She lay in a bed. Her arm hooked up to a monitor and her belly strapped with wires. She looked defenseless and vulnerable. When he walked into the room she smiled at him and his heart melted for her.

“What happened?” he asked as he got on the bed and folded her in his arms. He was careful not to move any of the monitors.

“I got scared and for good reason it would seem.” She tapped her leg and Chase knew in his heart she was scared.

“You’re going to live through this,” he tells her.

“I know. It’s just too soon.”

He kissed her head and let her lie against him. There was nothing more they could do but wait.

The nurses came in and assessed the data from the monitor’s. Lawrence came through after signing all the paperwork. The guy looked liked he’d aged in the short time.

“I take it this is going to cost a fortune? I’m worrying for nothing,” she joked.

Lawrence shook his head. “You shouldn’t be worrying about the cost of anything. You should be more worried about what your punishment will be when we get you home,” he teased.

“My punishment?”

“Yes. I want to put you over my knee and spank your ass. You should’ve told us this morning what was wrong with you.”

Chase listened to them talk and held Emily in his arms. Even as rounded as she was with pregnancy she was still small.

“My big bear is worrying,” she said and Chase smiled down at her.

“I can’t talk right now. Just let me hold you.”

Emily snuggled down and within minutes she fell asleep.

“I guess that’s a good thing. Her being able to sleep?” Lawrence asked.

Chase pulled out of her arms and walked to his friend. He circled his hands around him and held him close. He didn’t need much right now but to know the people he loved were safe. He could guarantee Lawrence was but not Emily. The doctors and his prayers were the only thing keeping Emily alive.

“She’ll live through this,” Lawrence said.

“I know. I need to get out and have some air. I’ll phone, Molly and the others. Will you look over her while I’m gone?” He needed a smoke.

“Yes. You know I will.”

Chase nodded and glanced back at Emily before leaving the room. The hospital was busy and it had been some time since he last came here.

He hated places like this. People who came into hospitals expected to leave. How many times had he heard people talk about a friend or relative who’d gone into hospital and come out in a box? Too fucking many.

The moment he got outside, he lit a cigarette—his first that day—and phoned Molly. He knew Emily would want her to know.

“Hello?”

He heard her voice and knew the moment he spoke the next words the whole fucking situation would become too real. He inhaled on his cigarette.

“Hi, Molly.”

“Chase? Is that you?”

“Yes.” He stopped. To the say the next words would confirm his fears.

“Where’s, Emily?”

Chase watched people coming and going out of the hospital. Some people passed him were glaring. He figured they were smokers who’d only just quit.

“Emily’s in the hospital. She’s got what is suspected as preeclampsia,” he said. Tears stung his eyes and he turned from the building. The salty air of the coast doing nothing to alleviate his fears.

“Shit. What do you want me to do? What has the doctor said?”

He understood her panic. “That we need to wait it out. To keep a monitor on everything. It’s still early to decide anything at the moment.”

“Okay. I’ll tell the others. Harley and Jackson will probably stop by and I’ll be there soon. I need to ask for a lift.”

“Get, Edward. He’ll bring you down.”

They hung up a few minutes later. He finished off his cigarette and made his way back inside. Lawrence sat on the seat by her bed. Chase went to the opposite side and sat down. Emily lay asleep and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the monitors. One was a cuff around her arm to take her blood pressure. He watched the digits go up and then down and occasionally stay the same.

Every twenty minutes the cuff would beep and puff around her upper left arm, a reading would come out and then rest. Chase was surprised she didn’t wake every time. Watching the monitors beep and do their thing let him know the time was passing.

What was he supposed to do without her?

Chapter Fifteen

“We’ve got to take your wife down to the delivery. If we don’t she could die.” Chase heard the words and stared at Lawrence.

His best friend looked pale.

“What do you mean?”

“There are complications. Emily, could go into shock or many other factors. One of you will need to be in the delivery room when we perform the C-Section.” The doctor looked between the two men.

His worst nightmare was coming true. “What is the worst that can happen and don’t lie to me.”

The doctor glanced down at his notes and then stared up at the two men. “We could lose both of them. Her baby is becoming restless and her condition will worsen until she ends up in a coma or dies.”

Chase stared at the man telling him his woman could die. Emily Spencer, the one woman who was destined to be with him. Could die. “I’ll come into the room,” he told the doctor and turned away.

He needed to get ready but he also had to tell his friends. Jackson, Harley and Raven sat together at one end of the sofa while Molly stood by the window. Carl and Edward Jeffrey rose as he entered the room.

They all looked up at him with concern. “She’s going down to have an emergency C-Section. They need to get the baby out of her if she’s going to have any chance of surviving.”

Molly gasped her hand going to her mouth to cover her sobs.

Lawrence placed a hand on his back and in front of his friends he spun and kissed the only man he’d ever loved.

“Go and save our girl,” he ordered.

Chase nodded and followed the nurse to go and get ready. Minutes later he walked into the hospital room. Emily lay on the bed, weak but she produced a smile for him.

“Hello, you.” Her voice sounded hoarse.

“Hiya, baby.” He leaned down and kissed her.

“They’re just waiting for a room to become free. Are you ready to become a dad?” she asked

Chase bit his lip and forced the tears down. She didn’t need her man crying through this. 

The surgeon, midwife and several other doctors came to escort her down to the surgical wing. Chase held her as they gave her an epidural. Her fingers tightening round his fists as the needle went through her back.

“I’m such a baby,” she said as she lay back down. Chase holds her hand and runs his hand through her hair. “Where’s Lawrence?”

“In the waiting room with our friends. Probably panicking and wishing he was here with me.” Chase smiled thinking of the man pacing and trying to hold in his impatience.

“Poor guy. He’ll be at his wits end by the end of this.” Emily stared up at the ceiling. “I’m scared, chase.”

“Nothing to be scared about. You’re going to get through this and then we’ll laugh with how easy it was.” Chase kissed her head and the surgeons began.

Emily kept looking at him and he saw the tears escaping out of her eyes. In minutes they were going to be parents. Her grip on him tightened as some tugging and suction sound happened.

“What’s happening?” she asked.

Chase didn’t want to look at what they were doing. He turned and saw a baby being lifted out of her body and handed to someone else. No sounds were coming from him. He glanced down at his wife and knew he couldn’t keep it from her.

“Our baby is out,” he said.

“Why isn’t it crying? Shouldn’t they cry? What’s happening?” she said. She couldn’t move but he saw her need to know the answer.

“They’re sorting our baby out and the doctor is sewing you up.” He couldn’t believe how blunt he was discussing the operation on his wife.

“Lawrence should be in here,” she whispered.

“I know.”

A female doctor brought the child over and showed Chase. “Congratulations, you’ve got a little boy.”

Everything happened so fast. The doctor took the baby out of the room and the doctors worked fast to sew her up.

“Was he beautiful? I didn’t see him?” Emily said.

Chase closed his eyes and gazed down at the woman he loved.

“He’s as gorgeous as you.” Chase held her hand and was with her as they wheeled her through to the recovery wing. She soon fell asleep and Chase stayed looking at his wife. The surgery had been a huge success. Now all he had to worry about was her recovery and the welfare of their son.

Chapter Sixteen

Chase didn’t move from her bedside. Lawrence went to check on the little guy in the baby wing. He was hooked up to some oxygen and was being closely monitored.  Emily looked exhausted. He reached out to stroke the palm of her hand. The midwife came in and sat in the corner writing notes.

All he wanted was a few moments alone with his wife.

“Could you leave please?” he asked.

It took every ounce of will power not to tell the woman to fuck off.

“I’m sorry, sir. Your wife needs close attention and I need to write up my notes.”

Chase nodded his head. He understood what she had to do. He just wished she’d do it somewhere else.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“This is your first child?” she asked.

“Yes. The first and only.” He would never allow her to put herself through this again. He couldn’t accept it. Emily could have died and then where would he and Lawrence be? Fucked, that’s where.

“You know, preeclampsia is a strange condition and it doesn’t affect every other pregnancy to come?” the midwife said to him.

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t want to risk it.”

He heard her sigh and he tore his gaze away from Emily to look at the other woman.

“I’m afraid, Mr. Spencer that decision will be up to your wife. Most women are not put off by something like this.”

Chase stood, the sound of the chair scrapping backwards set his nerves on end. “I need to get some air.”

He pushed out of the doors and walked past his friends in the waiting area. Fresh air was what he needed not his friends. The scent of the hospital got to him. He had to get out.

Chase charged for the front doors and pulled the cigarettes out of his pocket. He rarely smoked but the present circumstances called for it.

He lit the tip and inhaled, he tried to calm his beating heart. His hands were shaking and his legs were weak.

“I can’t do this,” he said to himself.

“Hiya, son,” a voice spoke from behind him. He turned in time to see his mother and fathers approaching from the parking area.

“What are you three doing here?” he asked. They’d been away for an extended trip.

“When we got the call from, Lawrence. We knew we had to come and show you some support,” his mother said as she wrapped him in her arms.

Chase hadn’t expected them to turn up. Since he’d turned eighteen they’d been off doing whatever they wanted to do. He hadn’t resented them for living life but he sure missed having them around to rely on.

“Where is she?” one of his dads asked.

“She’s resting at the moment. Lawrence went to check on the little guy.” His throat closed up and he sucked deeper on his cigarette. He tried to block out the image of his son coming out of her stomach. The boy hadn’t made a sound. A nurse and a doctor had tended to him straight away. He still didn’t scream. A few minutes had passed and the nurse held their son up to see. Emily had cried, they’d taken him away and she hadn’t seen him properly. She stared at the door they exited. Her tears had been the last thing then sleep claimed her.

“What’s the boy’s name?” his mother asked.

“I don’t know. We haven’t named him. We were told....” he paused and inhaled on his cigarette. “We were told he might not make it. The next twenty-four to forty-eight hours are crucial.”  He bit his lip and turned to look at the hospital.

“They need you, Chase.”

He heard the words and he knew in his heart he didn’t have much choice.

“How did you cope after losing your baby?” he asked. In all the years since he recalled his mother’s miscarriage, he’d never thought about how it affected his family.

His mother cupped his face and stared up at him. “It broke me. I wanted to give you a brother or sister so badly. Afterwards I felt like a failure but what got me through? I still had you.”

The tears he’d tried to keep at bay spilled over. He rubbed a hand over the wet patches and tried to turn his head away.

“Cry, honey. Let it all out.”

“She doesn’t have another child to fall back on,” he wept. For so long he’d depended on no one but himself. This would be the first time since Emily left him that he cried.

“I didn’t consider you a fall back. I loved you son and Emily has you and Lawrence. If I remember everything about that girl, I know she loves you two, with a passion.”

Chase nodded his head and stared at the doors to the hospital.

“Now, get in that hospital and take care of your family. They need you.”

Chase threw down the cigarette and went inside. Lawrence waited outside her room.

The future with his lovers still looked promising.

“Are you going to go and see him?” Lawrence asked. He stopped and glanced down the hall where his son would be taken care of.

“I don’t know if I can?” he admitted.

“He’s a strong little guy. Go and say hi to our son. I’ll take care of her.” Lawrence pushed him in the direction of the baby and Chase found himself moving closer. He walked past the waiting room where his parents and friends sat.

With each step he felt like he was walking into heart ache.

He buzzed on the door and a woman near a desk questioned him.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes,” he croaked. “My son is here. My wife has just given birth.”

“Could I have her name?”

“Emily Spencer.”

The door buzzed and he walked inside. “Make sure your hands are washed and cleansed.”

Chase washed and cleansed his hands and followed the doctor who’d taken his son with her. In the room were several other incubators.

“Here is your son.” The woman left him and he glanced down at small little boy who was his son.

Tears formed in his eyes and fell as he watched the little boy breath. He looked so tiny. How can something so tiny be expected to live. Chase rubbed his eyes and turned away. His chest burned and the lump in his throat was hard for him to swallow.

That small life in the incubator was his son. No longer could he view the baby as something not to care about. He’d given life to his son. The baby opened his eyes and stared up at him. Nothing mattered anymore.

He loved his son and he’d do everything in his power to make sure he was cared for.

Chapter Seventeen

Emily made a full recovery and made regular visits to her son’s room. In no time at all Chase and Lawrence were taking her home. She hated leaving the little guy but he wasn’t ready to come home.

All three of his parent’s spent time decorating and arranging a nursery in their home. Chase bought as many cookbooks as he could about baby feeding and the nutrition a mother needed after giving birth. Emily used a breast pump to gather milk for her son. She couldn’t believe how wonderful life was turning out. Within a month they’d registered her son, Chase Lawrence Spencer Junior. A mouth full but she didn’t want him named after anyone else.

Chase was putting up a fight about having more children. Emily knew she’d bring him around. There was nothing going to stop her from having what she wanted.

Three months later they Christened their son and Edward and Molly were the nominated Godparents. She was determined to have her own way and if that meant she had to push them in the right direction that is what she was going to do.

She smiled when she thought of the time she’d spent away. Emily never imagined what her life could be like. From the twenty year old virgin who stumbled upon her parent’s secret to the night she spent with Chase. Never had she anticipated for her life to be so magical. She had the love of two men, a family of her own and the support of her town. Chase and Lawrence were lovers and both men loved her more than anything. She loved being part of their special bond and witnessing their love first hand. Every night they tucked their son into bed and went down the hall where they made love for most of the night.

It was true. Clifford Arbor was a place to cherish and love. No one was disgusted by the love of three people.

Emily lay between her two men and said a prayer. She thanked her parents and most of all she thanked the love and support of the two men in her life.

If she could have her happy ending, then so could Molly.

The End