“I want us,” he said into Andrew’s mouth.

  “Yes,” was his reply. “Kendal?”

  “I’m in.”

  Kean chuckled. “No, we’re in. Or we will be.”

  Kendal closed their eyes and pulled off Kean. They rolled onto their back, staring at him and Andrew, waiting.

  “Well done, my sweet. Kean, prepare them.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Kean fitted his shoulders between Kendal’s thighs and lifted their legs, exposing their pucker. He wanted his mouth on it, but he couldn’t do anything until Andrew told them how. He licked his lips, staring at the bud.

  “Use your mouth first, Kean,” Andrew ordered as he climbed off the bed.

  Kean would’ve wondered what he was doing, but he’d received permission to do what he wanted to and licked a stripe from Kendal’s pucker to their balls. Then he firmed his tongue and massaged it against Kendal’s hole. Kendal moaned from above, and Kean pressed harder, letting them feel the stretch as his tongue pierced the ring. He withdrew a little, wet his tongue and did it again, this time sinking further. He loved doing this. Giving pleasure to others, but it was even better when it was someone he loved. Almost as if he was giving a piece of himself to them.

  He sucked and licked and tongued Kendal’s channel, loosening and stretching them for their cocks.

  “Now the lube, Kean,” Andrew said, dropping a tube beside him.

  Kean slicked his fingers and pressed one inside Kendal’s warm channel. It went in easily, and Kendal pushed back against him, so he assumed they needed more. Sliding two fingers in, Kendal whimpered and arched. Kean scissored his fingers, then added another one before Andrew halted him.

  “That’s enough. Here.” Andrew handed him a condom, and Kean glanced up at him.

  “Me?”

  Andrew nodded. “Yes.”

  Kean swallowed, honoured at the choice Andrew was giving him. He glanced at Kendal, who nodded with a smile. Rolling on the condom took no time, and Andrew reached down to slick it. Kean bit his lip, already hard and aching for what they were going to do. Andrew cupped his chin, lifted his head and kissed him. Closing his eyes, he fell into the sensation of being with Andrew and Kendal like he’d only ever dreamt of before.

  Andrew broke the kiss and leaned down to Kean’s ear. “Push inside them, Kean. Make them ours.”

  A shiver flowed down his back, and he complied. He settled between Kendal’s thighs and leaned over to kiss them. Kendal gripped his back, pulling him closer and pressing their cocks together.

  “Please, Kean.” Kendal whimpered.

  Kean reached between them, but Andrew’s hand encircled him, and his breath caught. Andrew held him at Kendal’s entrance. “Push.”

  Kean did, and he slipped inside Kendal’s heat. Andrew’s hand flattened against Kean’s groin, staying between him and Kendal but not stopping him from moving. He withdrew a little and pushed in again.

  “Oh, god,” Kendal said. “It’s been so long.” They moaned and lifted their legs. “Please.”

  Kean increased his speed, and Andrew removed his hand, leaning down to kiss Kendal. Kean watched them, his arousal rising as tongues tangled and Andrew’s fingers flicked at Kendal’s nipples.

  “You feel so good,” Kean said, gripping Kendal’s hips.

  Andrew rose and stared at them, and Kean’s body heated further at his perusal.

  “Stop,” Andrew said.

  Kean froze, fully buried inside Kendal. He swallowed hard at the need to move, but he listened to his Dom. “Sir?”

  Andrew’s mouth quirked. “Keep their mouth busy, Kean, but don’t move. I have something to do.”

  Kean leaned down, sliding his arms around Kendal’s back and holding them close. Kendal wrapped their legs around his waist. Kean smiled at them and dropped a kiss on their lips. He taunted Kendal, licking and tasting and sucking until Kean gasped.

  Cool lube touched his hole, and he clenched.

  “Relax for me, sweetheart. I can’t wait to join us all,” Andrew said.

  Kendal’s mouth quirked, and Kean’s eyelids fluttered as Andrew prepped him. “Fuck,” he breathed.

  ****

  Chapter 16

  Kendal

  Kendal clenched around Kean’s cock, still nestled inside of them, and Kean hissed. Whether that was because of their movement or because Andrew was fingering him, they weren’t sure, but either way, Kean was enjoying himself. And so was Kendal. They couldn’t feel Andrew, but wrapped around Kean as they were, every time Andrew’s fingers entered Kean, Kean’s hips bucked, sending delicious tingles through Kendal’s body. And the sounds Kean made set their blood boiling. They were very much on the edge, and it wouldn’t take much to send them over. They needed to last until Andrew was inside Kean, though. Their first time as a triad needed to be special.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Suck those fingers in,” Andrew crooned.

  Kean rested his forehead against Kendal’s, blocking their view of Andrew, but they tightened their hold.

  “Are you ready for me?” Andrew asked Kean.

  “Yes, Sir. Please.”

  “Kendal, hold him open for me.”

  Kendal’s groin pulsed at the words. They dropped their legs to the bed and slid their hands down Kean’s back to his ass cheeks. They spread their fingers and gripped his ass, pressing a kiss to Kean’s lips as they did. Gaze focused on Kean as it was, Kendal heard the rip of a packet and envisioned Andrew rolling the condom down his length. The click of the tube came next, and then the bed moved as Andrew settled into place.

  “Beautiful. You both look gorgeous like this.”

  Kendal moved their head to the side, Kean’s head nuzzling into their neck instead, and met Andrew’s gaze. In the limited light they had, they could see the arousal in his eyes, the flush of his cheeks and chest, and the sweat beading on his skin. He was holding back.

  Andrew focused on Kean’s hole and held the base of his cock. “Push out, sweetheart.”

  Kendal felt Kean relax completely, getting slightly heavier on them.

  “That’s it.”

  Andrew pushed inside slowly, the gentle ebb and flow of his thrusts sparking little fires through Kendal with Kean as the conduit. With every forward momentum, Kean pressed into Kendal, and with every withdrawal, he released his hold. Kendal’s head swam as their climax drew closer, but they held it back, waiting for Andrew to say they could come.

  “Almost there,” Andrew said. He gave a harder thrust, and Kean and Kendal groaned in unison. “There we go.”

  Andrew’s hands came to rest on the bed beside Kendal’s chest, and they peered up at him. Andrew kissed Kean’s shoulder, up his neck, along his jaw and to the corner of his mouth before reaching over for Kendal’s mouth. He kissed him with softness and love.

  “Thank you for allowing me this,” Andrew whispered.

  “Please, Sir,” Kean murmured. “Can we move now?”

  Andrew’s chuckle was dark and rich and sent goosebumps across Kendal’s skin. “Yes, sweetheart.” He met Kendal’s gaze again. “Ready, my sweet?”

  Kendal nodded, and Andrew lifted off his hands, removing Kendal’s hands from Kean’s ass and gripping Kean’s hips himself. Kendal slid his hands up Kean’s back, holding him steady for the onslaught they were sure was coming.

  Andrew withdrew, and Kean whimpered. He slid back in, pushing Kean into Kendal, then pulled back again. The slow and steady speed was nice, but they knew it was just the beginning. They could see the coiled strength and need in Andrew and couldn’t wait to see what he did.

  Without warning, Andrew slammed deep.

  “Fuck!” Kean murmured and rose to his forearms, the cold air brushing over the sweat that had been gathering between them, cooling Kendal’s skin rapidly.

  Kean braced himself, but with every thrust, he slid into Kendal. Fire raced down Kendal’s spine, pooling in their groin.

  “You both feel amazing,” Andrew growled, sweat dripping down his temples as his body tensed and thrust.

  Kendal had never seen a more beautiful sight than Andrew and Kean losing control with them. Kean leaned down and attached their mouth to Kendal’s nipple, and more heat gathered in their cock. It wouldn’t take much more to send them over the edge. Andrew reached for Kendal’s leg, pulling it around them both, altering the angle, and Kendal saw stars. Their orgasm slammed into them, and their shaft pulsed between them and Kean. They were distantly aware of Kean groaning and the thrusts increasing before a bellow gained Kendal’s attention.

  Andrew leaned over them on one hand, eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, his other hand gripping Kean’s hip as he held himself deep inside. All at once, his shoulders relaxed, he blinked, and he panted.

  “Wow,” Kean said, resting their forehead on Kendal’s chest. “That’s it. Just wow.”

  Andrew smiled, kissed Kean’s shoulder and leaned forward to kiss Kendal, which resulted in them all moaning as a fresh wave of sensitive arousal flowed through them. Andrew pulled back, reaching down to hold the condom, and Kean released a shaky exhale. Kendal kissed Kean’s temple, and Kean rose, holding his condom and withdrew. Kendal held their breath until he pulled free, and their hole clenched at the emptiness. They closed their eyes and dropped their legs to the bed, aching everywhere, but all good aches.

  They dozed, listening to Andrew and Kean moving around, then woke when Kean slid his arms beneath Kendal’s body and lifted them. Kendal lazily opened their eyes and hooked their arms around his neck.

  “What’s this?” they murmured.

  Kean carried them into the bathroom, and Kendal gasped at the bathtub that was now full of water—and Andrew. Kean carefully lowered them into the water and into Andrew’s arms, which encircled and held them. The size of the bath allowed Kendal to sit sideways on Andrew’s lap and snuggle their face into his neck.

  “Drink,” Kean said, and Kendal opened their eyes to see a small bottle with a straw poking from the top.

  Kendal drank their fill and waited for Kean to join them. When he didn’t, Kendal glanced over their shoulder.

  “Kean?” they asked.

  “Yes?” Kean crouched beside the bath.

  “Are you not joining us?”

  Kean smiled and stroked Kendal’s hair. “No, I got to be inside you. This is for you and Andrew. I’m here, though.”

  “But you must be sore. Come in with us.”

  Andrew chuckled. “I’ve asked him several times, my sweet. He won’t.”

  Why wouldn’t he? “Then order him to, Sir.”

  Andrew opened his mouth, no doubt to argue, then he paused and glanced at Kean. “Kean, you’re upsetting our sub. Into the bath with you.”

  Kean’s jaw tightened for a second, but he sighed and rose, climbing into the water with them. He hissed when his ass touched the warmth but settled with crossed legs, facing them when Andrew widened his legs.

  “Happy?” Kean asked.

  Kendal smiled and reached a hand for him, resting their cheek against Andrew’s chest. “Perfectly.”

  Andrew chuckled again. “And anyone who believes the Dom has the power needs to think again.” He kissed Kendal’s hair. “What are your plans for today?”

  “Well, I need to go home, as I have a full day of work ahead of me. My authors need me. But I’ll be back later to go through some more videos,” Kendal said.

  “And I have a class to attend and some coursework to do, but I’ll come back when Kendal does for the videos,” Kean said. “And what about you, my king?” Kean grinned when Andrew narrowed his eyes.

  “To be honest, I have no idea. Randall will be here soon to talk me through my day. I don’t think I have any outside events today, but I may have meetings. At the very least, I will have several phone calls to make and a pile of paperwork that would rival the Shard.”

  “I’m glad you have Randall,” Kendal said.

  “Me, too. Otherwise, I’d get nothing done.”

  They settled into silence, and Kendal drifted away in the comfort of their presence.

  “I’m turning into a prune.” Kendal held up their hand several long minutes later.

  Kean rose, water sluicing off his body and making Kendal’s mouth water. “Come on. Here’s a towel.”

  Andrew helped Kendal to stand, holding them until they stepped out of the bath and into Kean’s arms. Kendal watched Andrew climb from the bath and pull the plug, and Kean handed him a towel, too, and then came back to dry Kendal.

  “I didn’t bring any clothes with me, so I have to go home before I go to class,” Kean said when they were back in the bedroom, dressing. He frowned at his crumpled shirt and trousers.

  Andrew cleared his throat. “I have…” He scratched his beard and stepped to the chest of drawers. He opened one. “There are some clothes in here that might fit you.” He glanced at Kendal. “You have some in this drawer,” he said, pointing at the one below.

  Kean stepped closer. “You bought us clothes?”

  Andrew shrugged, then stood taller, meeting Kean’s gaze. “Yes. I didn’t want you to worry.”

  Kean smiled and slid his arms around Andrew’s waist. “Thank you, my king.”

  Andrew huffed a laugh and returned the hug. “Is that your new name for me?”

  “It is. Pure, unadulterated love in two words,” Kean admitted.

  Andrew cupped his chin and kissed him. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He glanced at Kendal. “I’m sorry if I overstepped.”

  Kendal slid into their arms. “Not at all.”

  Kendal chose some clothes from the new ones Andrew had bought to show they didn’t mind that he’d spoilt them, and from what Kendal could see, the clothes were things they would usually wear, anyway. They smiled as they smoothed down their new knee-length jumper.

  They headed for the living room, and Andrew rang through for some breakfast.

  “Won’t it seem strange that you’re ordering for three people?” Kean asked.

  Andrew shook his head. “I often have visitors first thing in the morning.” He paused when Kean coughed. “Not like that. I meant my sons.”

  Kean grinned. “I know.” A knock sounded, and Kean frowned. “That was quick.”

  “That won’t be breakfast. Come in!” Andrew said.

  Randall entered, bowing his head. “Good morning, Your Majesty. I know we usually go through your day over breakfast, but would you prefer we did it later today? I don’t want to interrupt.”

  “You’re not interrupting, Randall. Come sit down.”

  Kendal listened with half an ear while Andrew and Randall discussed the plans for his day. They focused on their cup of tea and mentally flicked through their own task list for the day. When they considered heading home, their pulse increased. They hadn’t checked the cameras at home at all over the previous night or this morning. They stood, putting their cup down on the coffee table harder than planned, and headed for the bedroom where they last remembered seeing their phone. It was on the bedside table, and they settled on the edge of the bed and stared at it.

  What if someone had been in their house while they’d not been there? They wouldn’t feel safe going back again.

  “Kendal?” Kendal jumped, pressing a hand to their chest when Kean settled beside them. “What’s wrong?”

  Kendal shook their head, returning to stare at their phone.

  “Does it not work? You can borrow mine?”

  “It’s not that,” Kendal started. They breathed methodically, trying to calm down. “I haven’t checked the cameras,” they admitted.

  Kean slid an arm around their shoulders. “Do you want me to check?”

  Kendal stared at him, losing himself in the hazel depths, and nodded. “Please.” They unlocked their phone and handed it to him before closing their eyes.

  Kean was quiet for a moment. “Nothing looks amiss. The security sensors are still on and working. They haven’t been turned off since you left yesterday.”

  Kendal blew out a breath. “Thank you. You two are good at distracting me from my anxieties, but I didn’t realise they’d come back and bite me when I thought about them again.”

  “It’s okay. Whatever you need.”

  “Everything okay?” Andrew asked from the doorway.

  Kendal nodded. “Yes. I got a little worried because I hadn’t checked on my house. Everything’s fine, though.”

  “Good.” Andrew crouched in front of them. “As Kean said, whatever you need, consider it yours.”

  “Thank you.” Kendal leaned down and kissed him, but their stomach growled, interrupting them. “Sorry!”

  “It’s good that breakfast has arrived.” Andrew stood, pulling them both to their feet. “Let’s eat.”

  By the time Andrew had fed them and they’d parted ways, Kendal was already looking forward to seeing them again. They checked the cameras one last time before entering the house and locking the door behind them. Heading straight for their office, they closed that door, too, needing the barriers between them and the outside world.

  They made themselves a cup of tea while their computer started up, then settled in front of the screen to check what they’d missed since they’d last logged on. Thirty-four emails and double digits of notifications from social media wasn’t the worst it had been, but they needed to get to work. They started by sending good morning messages to their authors to let them know Kendal was at their desk if they needed them, then focused on the emails. Some of them were unsolicited emails that they put into a separate folder to look at later; most of them would go in the bin, but they liked to check credentials to see if any were worth looking into further. Some held information about upcoming events, and Kendal added the details to the relevant author’s calendar.

  They’d made a small dent in them when they received their first message from an author. And so it continued. They ate lunch at their desk, putting out fires and assisting where they needed to. Before long, their day was over, and although there were a couple of things that still needed attending to, they left them for the following day. Or maybe that night if they couldn’t sleep, which sometimes happened.