~ ~ Beatrix ~ ~

* * Six Months later * *

On a chilly Saturday morning, I climbed out of the Uber to face a bitter northerly wind and the steady smattering of light rain.

Tugging the collar of my coat closer, I shivered walking up the small paved path toward a house that had been a second home to me growing up.

I rang the doorbell and let in the memories of happy times and one not so happy one.

Would he be willing to listen?

Fingers strumming against my purse, I worried the inside of my cheek. About to press the doorbell again, the door opened and there stood the very man I wanted to see.

His eyebrows climbed up his forehead, then sloped downward. "What do you want, Beatrix?" his voice gruff, unwelcoming. But it wouldn't deter me.

"I'd like to talk, can I come in?"

"That depends." He shifted on bare feet, gripping the front door in his hand. "Are you going to tell me my son has finally come to his senses and it's just the two of you and not that perverted set up you called a relationship?"

I'd attempted this conversation a few months ago, over the phone. This time, I was trying a more direct approach.

"Has he asked you to come?"

I shook my head. "No." Cam didn't have a clue. He'd said he'd accepted that his family might never come around and that he was okay—but that was a lie.

His stare was punishing and I felt like a child again in front of this guy that I'd thought of as a second dad. It didn't matter that I'd not seen him for over four years but he looked just like I remembered. An immense man, standing six feet tall with broad shoulders and an amazing physique for a guy in his late fifties, the only difference was he had deeper set lines around his eyes and more silver threaded through his dark thick hair.

I braced a smile. "No, it's still the three of us."

"Then we have nothing to discuss. I will never accept that my son is with another man." He cheeks reddened as he puffed out his chest. "And I don't know how you can allow yourself to be a part of that." His contempt was as biting as the wind. "Your father would turn in his grave if he knew what you're doing—how you're living your life."

His eyes hardened further, narrowing. "I don't have a son as long as he carries on doing what he's doing." He flicked his chin up. "So I suggest you turn around and get back in that car that brought you here."

Attempting the shut the door, I stepped forward and flattened my palm against the hardwood door. "You're going to hear me out."

"I don't have to do any such thing."

"You owe me."

Jaw twitching, his dark eyes widened. "Owe you?"

I swallowed thickly. "I remember the day my mum died."

And there it was, recognition flushed across his cheeks as he froze like a deer caught in the headlights. He pushed back on the door and turned, walking back inside the house.

I assumed that was my invitation. Stepping inside, I closed the door and removed my shoes, and unfastened my coat.

"Where's Julie?" Cam's mum. I knew exactly where she was, it was the reason I'd picked today thanks to Cam's sister.

"Away for a few days." In the front sitting room, which was just like I remembered, he heaved a heavy sigh and sat down on the brown leather sofa.

"Sit," he grunted, gesturing to sofa opposite. Popping my bad on the sofa I removed my coat and sat down.

I'd told no one what I'd seen that day. How I watched my mum and Cam's dad engaging in something that I hadn't fully understood at the time being only six. And it would have broken my dad's heart if he'd had known she was cheating on him with Cam's dad—His best friend. The supposedly perfect father and upstanding member of the community.

I waited for him to talk as he leaned over, resting his forearms on his elbows, rubbing his hands together. "I loved her, you know."

A ache spread across my chest, not remembering much of my mum, but I didn't doubt his sincerity.

"What do you want, Beatrix?" He'd gone from angry to subdued.

I softened my tone. I wasn't here to yell or demand answers. The past couldn't be changed. "I'm not here to threaten you with exposing your affair with my mum. That won't help anyone. I just want you to stop this nonsense with Cam. He misses you and his mum."

His face softened at my proclamation.

I continued. "He's worked so hard these last six months. Starting up the company and I know so many times he's wanted to reach out, ask for advice. Seek your approval." I sighed. "You'd be so proud of him if you stopped all this stubbornness." I smiled. Stubbornness was a trait Cam shared with his dad. "I've never been prouder of him and Finn is too. But I know hearing how proud you are would mean the world to him."

He stayed quiet, looking stoically ahead.

"It's his birthday in two weeks. We're having a little party and a house-warming at our new place and I want you all to come, show him you're at least willing to try and accept us."

I wasn't doing this solely for Cam. Wanting Finn to be happy too played a part in my decision to come here today. As I knew without a doubt, Cam was holding back from sharing his true feelings for Finn. And although Finn said it didn't bother him and he could be patient, I knew it hurt him every time he heard Cam telling me he loved me and not him. The pain in his eyes tore shreds from me.

His thick brown furrowed, his eyes lowered. "Other people will never accept you."

I sighed. "Maybe. Maybe not. Times are changing." I hoped one day that the three of us could legally marry, but in the meantime, I had something else planned to solidify our commitment to one another.

"I'll have to think about it," he finally said.

I rose. "I forgave you a long time ago." It wasn't a lie. I didn't want to live my life hating someone. My mum must have been unhappy on some level to do what she did.

Cam's dad looked up, surprised. "Family is important and I want you to be the man I looked up to growing up. Cam needs his family." I picked up my bag. "And not right now, but one day, we will have children and I want you to be part of that."

I'd said my piece, and I left him sat there as I made my way out.

~ ~

On the way home, I called in at the local farmers' market for some fresh eggs and vegetables, as Cam has promised to cook up his delicious Pasta Alla Norma for tonight's dinner.

Heading inside the house—our new house that we'd bought from the sale of my old family home. I hung my coat on the rack and kicked off my shoes. Picking up the two bags of shopping, I headed toward the kitchen. As I neared, I heard the all too familiar sweet sounds of someone getting off.

I was right, pausing my steps in the open doorway. Finn was standing, naked. Hair wet from the shower with head tilted slightly back, lips parted. Cam was on his knees, sucking him off.   Fuck me, that was hot.

Finn's hooded gaze swung to mine, throwing in his sexy as hell smirk, flicking his head to beckon me over. Not that I needed the encouragement.

I popped the bags on the table. "I think I remember a fantasy just like this..." I tailed off, remembering mine and Finn's first time together when we talked about our fantasies.

Ahhh...How far we'd come.

"Hey gorgeous." Finn wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in for a kiss.

"Started without me?" Finn thrust his hips into Cam's mouth and give Cam his due, he sucked harder with a hum.

"Just getting warmed up for you..." He sucked on my bottom lip. "Hmm, you taste good."

I loved our lazy Saturdays. Fucking. Relaxing and staying naked most of the day.

Finn pulled on Cam's hair, tearing his dick from his mouth. "How about we take this upstairs?"

Cam was up off his knees, and his mouth found mine. And from there it was a rush of feet stumbling, hands touching, mouths searching, and mine and Cam's clothes shedding. All three of us were naked and slightly out of breath before we reached the bedroom.

And although it was Cam on his knees when I got here. I felt the shift in him. He wanted control now.

"On the bed Bea," he instructed, and I loved the way he could transform into dominance with a look that never failed to make my pussy gush.

"Here?" I asked with a little sass, sitting on the edge of the bed, demurely crossing my legs, flicking my hair from my shoulder.

Finn smirked. "I think someone's asking for it?"

Cam stalked over and with a firm hand in the middle of my chest he pushed me to lie down "You know where I want you." I shifted up and Cam stretched alongside me. "You're gonna do exactly as I say," he said, nipping at my jaw.

The timbre of his voice sent tiny sparks across my flushed skin. I would never tire of this...their touches.

The bed dipped and Finn was on my other side nibbling down my neck, hand kneading my breast and Cam's sucked on my bottom lip before shifting to take my nipple into his mouth.

...Dreams were made of this.

With the tight sucking and scraping of teeth, fingers pinched and tugged giving me the bite of pain I craved. Cam's lips moved to my ear. "I want to watch you suck Finn's cock and if you're good, then I'll let him fuck you."

It was weird that Cam went from feeling jealous over me and Finn to loving everything we did, often watching and directing... and his words hit those exact nerves that whipped up my desires, heightening every single one of them.

"You'll do that, Bea?" he asked in a low tone. "For me?"

"Always... yes, anything." My voice was breathy, needy.

Finn lifted his head, and I swung into action, pushing him onto his back. Finn said nothing. He knew it was Cam's show. And I didn't need to be asked twice to suck cock, especially Finn's, adoring the way it was nearly too much for my mouth and he was quite merciless once he knew I could take it.

"Fuck yea." His chest rose and fell heavily as I dragged my tongue across the head, making sure I kept my eyes on him.

Cam shifted position to move to sit at the side of me and gathered my hair with his hand, wrapping it. He tugged... not too hard, but enough to sting, testing me. My moan gave him the approval he looked for. I relaxed my throat and Cam forced me to take more of Finn, his grip on my hair tightening. Spit leaked from my lips as Cam pushed me down, just past the point of comfort and then I was yanked off.

"You can do better than that, Bea." Cam bent down and delivered a bruising kiss. "Try again." I took Finn back into my mouth with Cam controlling the rhythm with purpose behind his fingers, guiding me to bob faster, suck harder.

Cam's other hand slipped between my thighs and teased my clit, twisting and pinching.

"Use your hand too, Bea. Get him so hard he's begging to fuck you."

"Fuck," I heard Finn. "Too good, You're going to make me come..."

Finn tensed up and hissed through his teeth. Cam tightened his grip on my hair and pulled me off Finn's cock. None of us wanted this to be over too soon. Cam leaned over and spoke to Finn, dragging his tongue across his lower lip. "Should I let you fuck her?"

"Please, Cam..." begged Finn.

Cam bit down on his lip, and Finn moaned. "Nah, I think we can do better. He shifted to look at me, but spoke to Finn. "I want to fuck her with you. Feel your cock rub against mine."

Finn's eyes lit up, and I loved they talked about me, deciding how I should be fucked, like I wasn't there.

And wasn't that sexy as fuck!

"Fuck, yeah," said Finn.

Cam finally addressed me. "Hear that Bea? We're both going to bury our cocks inside this cunt—" his hand cupped my pussy and I gasped when he spanked it, twice. "You think you can handle that, sweetheart?"

I shivered at the thought. I'd done nothing like this before and neither had they. But thinking about it. Hell, I wanted to try and I got wetter, moisture running down my inner thigh.

"Tell me you want both our cocks inside you at the same time. Us coming together and you soaking our dicks?"

Could I be any more turned on?

I nodded, my whole body trembling with a mixture of arousal and exhilaration. Cam shifted, cupping the back of my head and bringing me closer for a kiss. I expected it to be another bruising, intense kiss, but his kiss was almost sweet, endearing. "Love you," he whispered before turning back to Finn.

"You good with fuckin' our girl so thoroughly, she'll feel it for days?"

"Show me the pussy," Finn smirked.

"He's all yours Bea. Get on top. Let me watch you take his cock... slow."

I moved over Finn as he pulled me down for a blistering kiss. "Love you," he mumbled, and I said it back.

Keeping my arse up, Cam gripped hold of Finn's cock, squeezing as he ran it up and down my soaked pussy. Both men groaned. "Take it now," said Cam and I slowly lowered myself but Finn became inpatient and with a thrust of his hips I was seated fully on his hard cock.

"Can't let him have it all his own way!" Finn winked at me.

Finn cupped my arse, spreading his legs as Cam's hand ran down over my arse cheeks and lower to rim my stretched pussy. "You're dripping down his balls, Bea...so fucking hot."

I watched the muscles in Finn's jaw as Cam gentled me forward and Finn's hands shifted, one coming up to grasp my tit, the other around the back of my neck, bringing our mouths together. I gyrated my hips only to feel Cam swat my arse.

"Stop moving!"

Oops. I did as I was told and glanced over my shoulder.

Cam shifted between Finn's thighs and seemed focused on where Finn and I were connected. "Love seeing you both like this," he murmured, as his slicked fingers teased and cupped Finn's balls. "I'm gonna need you to relax."

Easier said than done.

His grey eyes lifted and the heat in them was intense.

I turned back around, and Finn stroked a finger down my cheek. "I love how you feel around my dick."

I lowered my head and buried my face in his neck as his hand shifted to my back, stroking his fingers up and down my sides, whispering how sexy and gorgeous I was, helping me relax.

Cam shifted again. Spitting on his hand he palmed his dick before sliding it through my arse cheeks... downward, rimming my stretched pussy as his fingers had done.

Grasping my left lip, he pushed his slick head along Finn's cock as Finn eased out slightly.

Fuuck.

I clenched my eyes tightly shut and kept still, not even breathing as Cam slowly pressed forward...upward, stretching my pussy beyond what I ever thought possible.

"Oh, fuck," I mumbled into Finn's neck. "Burns," I hissed.

"Relax.." said both Cam and Finn.

Yeah, fucking easy for them to say. My teeth started grinding on one another.

"Trust me, sweetheart," said Cam as he too stroked a hand down my back.

I would. I did "Always.." I muttered without lifting my head.

Cam paused and reached between me and Finn, his fingers finding my clit and flicking it hard.

I gasped as a rush of moisture leaked around their cocks and I pushed back.

Both Cam and Finn's cocks slid in deep. "Oh...fuck yea," said Finn.

"Christ...Yeah," said Cam in agreement.

Christ almighty was my thought too, but through the burn the erotic excitement fuelled my need for more overriding the sting of having them both inside me.

With one hand on my hip, Cam slowly backed out and then pushed inside me inch by inch.

My pulse was a furious throb, pounding in my neck and the room was a hundred degrees hotter and just kept on rising. I barely moved or breathed and when I sucked in air, I breathed in steam, struggling to catch my breath.

"Good?" Cam grunted, but I wasn't sure who he was asking but Finn spoke.

"So fucking good, love having your cock rubbing against mine... perfect and so fucking tight."

"Bea?"

"Yea.. good."

"You take more for me? Let us fuck you a little harder...can you take that sweetheart?"

"Mhmm, yea," I moaned.

Finn's powerful body trembled as the pulse in his temple throbbed. He was trying not to come.

I panted as my body fully surrendered, stretching to accommodate the impossible width of both of them at once. It was such a surreal sensation.

In tune with each other, they fucked me at slower pace and I didn't even realize the words... sounds... needs swirling around my head tumbling out and my litany pleases... and need you... love you... both of you... was punctuated by uneven breaths from all three of us.

Sandwiched between the two of them at their mercy, I felt every throb, ridge and inch as they fucked me in turns. One still, pausing and then the other.

"I'm gonna come," gasped out Finn as his body tightened and Cam held himself still as he let Finn fuck me harder, taking what he needed.

My orgasm was so close, swimming, lost in the sting and seduction of what was happening between us.

"So good... fuck... so, so good." It's Cam's voice, and I moaned because I'd felt nothing like it. Didn't know I could feel this full. Every nerve signalled the high I chased as a deluge of pleasure tightened inside of me with every smooth, slow thrust. It was all-consuming, overwhelming.

"Jesus," Finn said, his gorgeous face taut with pleasure. "Fuuuck."

"Come," ordered Cam and harder Finn fucked me as Cam flicked and teased my clit and then my head dropped as both me and Finn exploded at the same time and Cam bit down on the sensitive spot on my neck.

Heaving breathing, Finn slowed, and Cam took his turn, pounding into me, as Finn slipped from me, his eyes on Cam, who fucked me at such a pace my hands gripped Finn's shoulders and his hands steadied themselves on my hip to hold me for Cam.

Only Cam's grunts and my moans now filled the room as he tore another orgasm from me and then he roared louder than I'd ever heard and his hips stuttered and he emptied inside me.

Unable to move, awash with feelings. It was perfect. They were perfect and mine... always.