As for Gideon wondering about having his ass played with and taken, well. Jordan already had a plan.

  * * * *

  Stefan couldn’t get them to the field he had in mind fast enough. He couldn’t concentrate to pop over to it, either, because sex was about all that was on his brain.

  But he got them there, to a field where grass waved and rolled in the evening breeze. Trees were scarce, but that was fine. They didn’t need them. The moon was only a hangnail moon, as his momma used to call it. Stars blinked all over the night sky.

  “Beautiful,” Gideon murmured, but when Stefan turned around it wasn’t the sky that Gideon was looking at.

  Stefan ducked his head down and looked through his lashes at Gideon. “Thanks.”

  Gideon reached for Stefan with one hand and Jordan with the other. He tugged them together and Jordan took over, bringing Stefan close and kissing him.

  Gideon began licking down Stefan’s spine. “Gonna show you how to do this so you aren’t scared about fucking Jo.”

  Stefan was nervous about that, but he trusted Gideon and Jordan. Gideon had already showed Stefan how good it could feel to have something in him down there.

  But Gideon wasn’t done. He nibbled and sucked his way down Stefan’s crack while Jordan kept kissing him. Jordan found Stefan’s nipples and rolled them between his thumbs and fingers.

  Stefan moaned into Jordan’s mouth and hung onto Jordan’s biceps. He needed to feel more, from both of his lovers.

  “Get him wet, Jo,” Gideon stopped lapping at his backside long enough to say.

  Jordan nipped Stefan’s lip then sank down to suck his dick again.

  At the same time, Gideon inserted two moistened fingers into Stefan’s pucker. He was still stretched and damp, and the thickness was a welcome weight inside him.

  Gideon fingered him slowly while Jordan blew him. Stefan tried to cant his hips and get Gideon to rub his prostate, but Gideon bit his right buttock in warning. “Be still,” he added.

  “Yessir,” Stefan replied cheekily. That got him a smack following the bite and he wiggled his backside again.

  “You don’t want to come before you get to fuck Jo, do you?” Gideon asked. “I know you’ll get hard again, but wouldn’t you rather fill Jo up with your spunk, make that virgin ass of his all yours?”

  Stefan stilled and so did Jordan, rolling his eyes up to plead with Stefan.

  And Stefan understood that he was in charge of this part of their connection. He cupped Jordan’s jaw and tugged, urging him to come up. Stefan kissed Jordan fiercely—then nudged him up higher. He wrapped his arms around Jordan’s powerful thighs and buried his nose in the thick golden patch of pubes around Jordan’s cock.

  “Please, baby,” Jordan begged. Stefan stuck two fingers in his mouth and got them good and wet. At that moment, Gideon, evil man, lightly touched Stefan’s gland.

  Stefan growled down at him and Gideon chuckled. Then he pushed another finger in, stretching Stefan’s hole wider.

  Stefan coated his fingers as much as he could while his synapses were shorting out from pleasure. Gideon pulled his digits free and licked instead at Stefan’s cock. Stefan clenched around Gideon’s fingers while bringing his own around to zero in on Jordan’s pucker.

  Jordan moaned and hitched one leg up, opening himself to Stefan. It was a show of trust and need that moved Stefan like little else could have. He rubbed over and over Jordan’s tight muscle, trying to get it to relax enough to slide a finger in. He took Jordan’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard.

  Jordan gasped and his sphincter clenched. Stefan poked and his finger went into that constricting heat.

  So soft, Stefan thought, then Gideon touched his gland again and began pushing those digits into him faster, harder. Stefan had to fight to keep his eyes open, to concentrate on not shooting his load yet.

  Then Gideon pushed a fourth finger in, slowly, but the burn was almost too much. Just when Stefan feared he’d have to ask Gideon to stop, pleasure began chasing away the pain.

  Jordan cursed and gyrated his hips. Stefan got the message. He began pumping his finger in and out while sucking on as much of Jordan’s cock as he could take. Gideon kept his movements to a bare minimum, and Stefan knew he was just waiting for Stefan’s ring to stretch a little more.

  Then… Stefan shivered, wanting that ‘then’ so badly. He sucked Jordan harder and worked a second finger into him.

  “Stefan, please, fuck me,” Jordan got out in between huffed breaths. Before Stefan could answer, Gideon withdrew his fingers.

  “Now,” was all that Gideon said.

  Stefan released Jordan’s shaft and left off fingering his ass. He would have turned Jordan around, but Jordan shook his head. “Weightless, right?”

  “Yeah, but—”

  Jordan climbed up on Stefan, bracing his hands on Stefan’s shoulders. “Hold your cock up for me.” Jordan locked his legs around Stefan— No, Stefan realized. Gideon was helping to support Jordan’s legs.

  Then Stefan’s thought’s sputtered as he heard Gideon spitting, heard him rubbing skin on skin. Stefan didn’t look back as his pulse raised. He thought he knew what was happening. Gideon was using spit to slick up his cock.

  “Yes,” Stefan hissed, finally having to close his eyes as he used a hand to hold his cock up.

  “Yes,” Jordan repeated as he pushed himself down, taking the first few inches of Stefan’s cock before stopping. “Oh hell, that feels so weird.”

  That threw Stefan off. He opened one eye. “Weird bad or weird— Oh my God!”

  Gideon nudged Stefan’s hole with the wide, hard tip of his cock. “Gonna let me in?”

  “Good weird,” Jordan answered, closing his eyes. “Fuck, yeah, definitely good weird.”

  Stefan’s thoughts scattered as his pucker gave under a sharp thrust. There was a slight burn but Gideon had stretched him well.

  “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” Stefan babbled, his head lolling on his neck as pleasure flitted from every nerve ending in his ass to all the others throughout his body.

  “Yeah, yeah,” Jordan agreed, bouncing up a bit then shoving himself all the way down on Stefan’s dick. “Fuck!”

  “We are,” Gideon muttered, then he reached around and took a hold of Jordan’s ass. “All of us.” He sank his cock into Stefan’s hole, steadily filling him up.

  Stefan keened and thought he was dying all over again, but this was an ecstatic death, everything in him alight with more pleasure than he thought he could bear. His cock was encased in such perfect, gripping heat that he couldn’t even comprehend it, and his own hole was stuffed so full he couldn’t even clench around Gideon’s shaft.

  Then Gideon began moving, fucking him with shallow, forceful thrusts. Each one drove Stefan’s hips forward, shoving his dick into the wonderful grip of Jordan’s velvety sheath. They repeated this dance between the three of them until Gideon began putting more power into each movement.

  Stefan held onto Jordan as he fucked the man harder, faster. Jordan shoved a hand down between them and fisted his own shaft.

  Gideon snarled and sucked a spot on Stefan’s neck that made him cry out. Gideon chuckled, then he bit that same spot.

  Stefan didn’t stand a chance against the triple onslaught. He bucked and screamed, his cock pulsing out his release into Jordan’s eager hole.

  Jordan slammed their mouths together, a painful, hot kiss that was brief because Jordan was writhing, cursing as he shot his load onto Stefan’s belly and chest.

  Gideon pounded into Stefan’s ass, nothing gentle about the way he was taking Stefan. He folded Stefan over, Jordan sliding off him and dropping down to lap at Stefan’s balls while Gideon plowed into him repeatedly.

  His cock kept dragging over Stefan’s gland in and out, in and out. Stefan was melting, coming apart under the rapturous feelings Gideon was fucking into him.

  Then Gideon grunted and shoved in even deeper, grinding against Stefan’s ass.

  “Fuck!” Gideon groaned and thrust fast and hard a few more times. “Gotta come. Jesus—yeah, so—“ He gasped and stiffened as his orgasm hit.

  Gideon’s jizz marked Stefan inside. He felt every jet of it painting his inner walls while Jordan kept licking at his sac. Gideon held Stefan in place with hard hands on his hips. He writhed against Stefan for what seemed to be several long moments, but Stefan couldn’t be sure. He was toast, wrung out and thoroughly fucked.

  Gideon finally stilled. He draped himself over Stefan’s back. “God damn, your ass is a treasure for sure. Just like the rest of you.”

  “Gotta work on your cheesy lines,” Stefan managed to say before he forgot how to speak. He wasn’t sure he’d ever move again.

  “Y’all love my cheesy lines,” Gideon informed him. “Jordan, you still licking his nuts?”

  “Mmmhm,” Jordan said around a mouthful.

  Stefan’s libido decided it wasn’t down for the count after all. Gideon chuckled and moved his hips. Stefan’s eyes shot open. The man’s shaft wasn’t softened at all.

  It was going to be a long, fun night.

  Epilogue

  “I can’t believe Mom is getting married.” Jordan shook his head. “I can’t even walk her down the aisle.”

  “Sure you can,” Stefan said, looking at him like he was an ace short of a deck. “Just tell Sev you want to. Since Craig quit trying to talk her out of believing in the existence of spirits, you can’t really have anything against him.”

  Gideon snorted. “Yeah, but it took Conner wrapping Craig up in a sheet, suspending him in air, and carrying him outside for everyone in town to see in the middle of broad daylight, with a nice, balmy temperature of forty degrees surrounding Craig.”

  “It worked.” Stefan didn’t think anything else mattered in regards to Conner’s methods. “And you know the saying, the hardest people to convert are always the strongest believers once they give in.”

  “Isn’t that about religion?” Jordan asked.

  “Stefan’s right, seems applicable in any situation,” Gideon agreed. He looked out of the window. “Supposed to be a full moon tonight. I heard a little birdy mention that our field had nice, tall grass again.”

  “About fucking time,” Jordan snarked. “If that Mr. Rademaker mows our field down again, I’ll haunt him until he moves.”

  “We don’t even get in the grass, much,” Stefan pointed out. “Well, okay. Sometimes we do, but it grows back fast.”

  “I don’t care.” Jordan crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t like him messing with it.”

  “Maybe we can get Sev to mention it. We’ll ask him when we talk to him about your mom’s wedding.” Stefan moved over to sit on Jordan’s lap. “How was your mom today?”

  “Good. Still talking away at me. She told Sev she just knows when I’m there, and I have to think she does.”

  “Did you do the hair thing on her?” Stefan asked.

  Jordan shook his head. “I’m afraid it might freak her out.”

  “Why would it?” Gideon sat down beside Jordan. “She knows. Maybe it’d give her comfort instead. She seems good, though. Saw her smile the other day.”

  “Yeah.” Jordan’s smile was a carbon copy of his mother’s. “She’s doing a lot better. I can’t imagine being in her shoes, losing a child, but you know. She’s always been an amazingly strong woman. She knows I’m happy, and she approves of you two.”

  “Of course she does,” Stefan said. He fluttered his lashes at Jordan. “I mean, come on, we’re pretty freakin’ marvelous!”

  Jordan laughed. He had to agree. His lovers were pretty freakin’ marvelous indeed.

  “Love you, baby,” he told Stefan, taking a quick, hot kiss.

  “Love you too,” Stefan replied, before exchanging the words with Gideon.

  Jordan would never get tired of this, and he’d never take his men for granted.

  * * * *

  “Oh look at her, she looks so beautiful,” Stefan said, dabbing at his eyes as Missy appeared at the entrance of the church.

  “She does,” Gideon agreed. Jordan waved to them, beaming as he began escorting his mother down the aisle.

  It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see him. She knew he was there. Sev had worked with Jordan, and so had Conner, to make sure he had a substantial enough mass that Missy could feel him even if it was only as light touches at her side.

  Her eyes shone with joy and Craig watched her like she was the most precious person in existence.

  Stefan had two men who looked at him that way, and he was pretty sure he looked at them just as sappily.

  He had never expected much out of his life, and maybe he’d expected even less out of his death.

  But someone somewhere had been watching out for him. Stefan didn’t know the whys and hows of it, but he’d been chosen to be the recipient of Gideon’s and Jordan’s love.

  It was worth dying for, and even more, Gideon and Jordan were worth living for, in the afterlife and anything that might come next.

  * * * *

  Stefan stood on the edge of the cliff and stared down at where he’d landed decades ago. It didn’t seem so scary now, but then again, he didn’t have to worry about dying. He was long since dead, and happier than he’d ever been alive.

  He left the cliff, floating to the ground below it. There should have been some evidence that a life had been lost there, yet even as he thought it, Stefan scoffed at the idea. Billions of people have died and if everyone had some kind of marker for their place of death, the Earth would look like a majorly over-stuffed pincushion. Because that’s what he envisioned—a thumbtack marking the spot of his death on a globe. Silly, but he didn’t berate himself for it.

  Stefan moved some of the smaller rocks around then formed a smiley face out of them. “Screw it. I’m not leaving this as a bad spot.” He grinned and added on to his makeshift self-portrait, searching out rocks and pebbles that suited his purpose.

  He knew the instant his husbands arrived, both of them blipping into form beside him.

  “What are you doing?” Gid asked.

  Jo poked one of the rocks that was part of Stefan’s hair.

  “Hey, don’t mess it up. I’ve been working hard on this piece of art for…” Stefan calculated the time in his head, or tried to, but the fact was, time worked differently for the dead. “A while.”

  Jo frowned at the portrait. “What is it?”

  Stefan threw a perfectly usable rock at Jo and willed it to smack the man, not go through him. He giggled when it worked, the pebble bouncing off Jo’s arm.

  “Why, you—” Jo started, giving him a sexy snarl.

  “It’s Stefan,” Gid said, his hand ghosting over the rocky jawline Stefan had created.

  “I know it’s Stef,” Jo said. “He’s right here— Oh. Oh, you mean that.” He pointed. “Um. I’m not trying to be a dick—”

  “Any sentence starting with that means you’re being a dick,” Gid declared.

  Stefan rolled his eyes. “I like dick, so what’s the problem?”

  Gid grinned, and Jo winked at him.

  “Well, we’ve got some for ya.” Jo grabbed his own crotch in a lewd yet stimulating display that made Stefan’s mouth water.

  “If you care to leave this morbid display,” Gid added.

  Stefan frowned. “This isn’t morbid. It’s a…a—” He struggled to find the words he wanted, then had them in a heartbeat. “It’s a reclamation. I was scared of heights, and falling was the worst thing I could imagine happening, the worst way to die. And that’s how I died. But now…” He set a smooth white stone down for one iris. “Well, now I fly all the time. I’m up higher than airplanes can go, even, and I’m not scared. I love it, the freedom of being up high. So I’m taking back that scared part, that memory of the terror I felt when I was falling. It’s gone forever, and all I’ve got now is the good. This is a happy portrait. Does that look like a sad face to you?” He pointed at the crooked smile he’d created.

  “Wow.” Gid shook his head. “You are seriously deep sometimes, and I feel like I’m lagging behind.”

  Jo nodded. “Yeah, that was impressively just—” He cupped Stefan’s chin. “You’re something else, Stef. The best thing that ever happened to me and Gid.”

  Stefan understood that. The three of them made a complete, loving relationship. None of them were whole without the other two.

  “So, what do I get for being so special?” Stefan fluttered his lashes at his men. “Hm?” He licked his lips, too, because he liked the way that made Gid and Jo gasp.

  “Anything you want,” Gid said after he dragged his gaze up from Stefan’s mouth to his eyes. “But let’s not do it here.”

  Stefan repressed a shudder. Claiming back his death and exorcising his fear was one thing—well, two things—but having sex where he’d died was too creepy for him.

  He did know of the perfect place, however, unless it’d changed over the years. There was only one way to find out.

  “First one to catch me gets to fuck me,” Stefan sang as he jetted up into the air. He was still faster than his guys, just barely.

  “Oh yeah?” Jo said. He shoved Gid back and used him to kick off of, like a swimmer kicking off the side of a pool.

  “Hey, that’s cheating!” Gid yelled.

  Stefan laughed and spiraled through the sky, the wind on his side, rushing over him. The sun shone bright and he could feel it warming him, despite him being a spirit. Stefan had learned he could feel lots of things, especially if he concentrated on making himself denser in form.

  Which wasn’t the best thing to do while shooting through the air, he reminded himself.

  Stefan giggled and flopped onto his back as he neared his destination. He didn’t care which man won. He’d be happy with either of them fucking him. Or both.

  Gid grabbed Jo by the ankle and jerked him back. “Cheaters never win,” he called out as Jo was left behind.

  But Jo didn’t capitulate easily. He roared, a mock-battle cry, and moved faster than Stefan had ever seen him do before.