One Voice 02 - Here Without You (26 page)

Took turns on my guys, didn’t touch ’em or nothin’ when my mouth was on the other. I let ’em wait their turn. Built up the wantin’ in ’em.

Didn’t take too long before they were startin’ to hump up into my mouth, and I knew I had to move on to other activities unless I wanted them shootin’ before I got inside.

Figured I’d do Casey first, seein’ as he was closer to goin’ off. “Get on your bellies now.” Grabbed the lube, got ’em both ready at once. That wasn’t easy, as there was only one of me and two of them, but I got the job done just fine. And then I got on Casey. “Zander, get on your side. I want you smashed right up against us when I’m doin’ Casey. I wanna feel your dick pushin’ on my leg. And I want you two kissin’ each other and not stoppin’ ’cept for to breathe and… want your hand on his dick, but not makin him shoot ’til I give ya the say-so. Ya got me?”

Zander pushed his dick against my leg and wedged his hand under Casey’s hips, makin’ Casey gasp. I took that as a “Yes, sir.”

And then us three went to town. When I gave the word and Casey shot, I had to friggin’ hold myself back from doin’ the same right inside him, cuz I hadn’t given Zander his attention yet. But Casey friggin’ moaned, and then me and Zander moaned right along with him, cuz we knew Casey felt so good.

“I did that to you cuz I love you, Casey. Now it’s Zander’s turn. Casey, help us out here.”

My guys switched places real quick while I cleaned myself off and got ready to take Zander. Casey had paid attention, and he knew just what to do. When Zander got onto his belly and I climbed on, Casey pressed his whole body against us, started mumbling words of love, and grabbed Zander’s junk with his hand. It was friggin’ hard not to just explode in Zander right when I got inside, but I managed to keep control. Me and Casey brought him to the best come of his life.

“I love you, Zander. Always gonna. It’s us three.”

Casey got on his knees and took my face in his soft hands, and he started kissin’ me so tender. And that’s when I went off into Zander.

Never felt like that. Never felt so close to Casey and Zander.

I fuckin’ broke down and cried. Yup, big old Nate DeMarco crumpled onto the bed, pulled my lovers down on top of me, and bawled.

Them two kissed me—all three of our lips pushed together at once—until I stopped with the tears.

C
ASEY
’
S
REAL
LIFE

W
E
HAD
the back of Nate’s truck completely packed with our stuff. If Santa drove a truck, it would look like this. We were heading back to my house. The three of us were going to stay together in my room for the college holiday break, and then we’d move into our new apartment. We weren’t ready to be apart for even a few days, and especially not for Christmas. We belonged together, and we knew it.

So overall, there was a happy feeling in the truck. Zander was thrilled with the first semester’s progress with One Voice, and I was overjoyed that I was on a path to straight As. Nate was excited that my mother had set him up to start culinary school in late January.

More than any of those things, though, we were thrilled that we were together to begin with, and that we had signed a lease for a cute one-bedroom apartment between the two campuses. The three of us would live as one unit, and all of us agreed that there was nothing better.

“We used one voice, Nate. You know, we sent our message to Cindy
together
in all of those phone calls. Even the Christmas gift to Cindy had all of our names on it.” Zander spoke to the subject that was on all our minds, the one thing preventing us from experiencing complete, unfettered holiday joy. “The three of us together, we did our best. Now it’s up to her.”

It had been over a week since we’d delivered the sleigh filled with gifts to Cindy. There had been no word from her. But Nate seemed to like the fact that all three of us were equally invested in rekindling his relationship with Cindy. He probably felt less alone.

“I know I needed a little bit of time after I received your gifts during junior year in high school. Serious emotional pain, Nate, builds up over time. Her pain and anger have built up over years of an unstable home life, with your mom going to jail and with your uncle’s violence. You tried to make it stable for her. But you were a kid too, for most of those years. And I really think she has misplaced her anger at those other factors and directed it at you and….” I was rambling, which was what I did best. And since I was between Zander and Nate, I put a hand on each of their knees. “Cindy’s in a stable place now. And when she’s ready, she’ll have
three
big brothers to spoil her.”

That got Nate to smile. “Thanks, you guys.” He took one of those deep breaths that usually precedes a loud sigh. But instead of sighing, he said, “Guess I’m bummed cuz this’ll be my first Christmas not seein’ her, that’s all.” He placed his big hand on mine and squeezed. “But I got you guys, so I’m all good. And that’s the truth.” Nate glanced away from the highway for a split second, just long enough to meet our eyes.

After a brief silence, Zander asked, “Wanna stop for fries from Mickey D’s?”

Zander had a thing for junk food lately, but I think really he wanted to just move to a different topic. There was no point dwelling on Cindy. The ball—Zander had reminded us that morning—was in her court.

“Sure, I can stop at the Mickey D’s right offa the highway.”

As soon as Nate stopped speaking, his cell phone beeped. He’d received a text message, which was odd, because Zander and I were about the only two who ever texted Nate.

“My phone’s in my pocket.” Nate dug inside the right front pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone. “Will ya read it and tell me what it says, Casey?”

I took it from his hand and exchanged a quick glance and a mutual shrug with Zander. “I’d be glad to.” But as soon as I saw the message on the screen, my eyes filled up, my throat got tight, and I felt like I might cry. I handed the phone to Zander, knowing I was too choked up to speak.

Zander read the message to himself, and then he reached his arm around me so his hand rested on Nate’s shoulder. “It’s big news, Nate. You wanna pull over?”

Nate shook his head. “Nah. I’m good.” He set his chin in a resolute pose. “Just read me the thing.”

Zander cleared his throat. “It’s from Cindy, dude.” He didn’t glance at Nate, but I did. His expression remained controlled. “She wrote, ‘Hey, big bro, it’s your annoying little sis. Just wanted to give you and your boys a shout out.
Huge thank you
for my Christmas presents.’” Zander hesitated while Nate absorbed that much. “Aunt Terri is having some kind of big to-do on Christmas Eve, and she wants you and Zander and Casey to come to her house for it. I told her I’d deliver the message. So what do you say, bro? You up for Christmas Eve with your bitchy baby sister? Let me know. And no, I don’t hate your butt. So stop thinking that. Cindy.”

A couple of seconds later another text came in from Cindy, and again Zander dutifully read it aloud. “Lately, I been talking a lot to Aunt Terri, and she made me see that what happened to me wasn’t your fault. And that some of what happened to you before mighta been partly
my
fault. Like how I always pissed Uncle Rich off to get him going, not caring and fully knowing you’d take the heat for it. I been thinking a lot on why I acted that way. Hope we can talk about it in person.”

And Nate just sat there, wearing a blank expression. We both stared at him. This was what he’d been waiting for—longing for—and he wasn’t screaming “woohoo” or fist-bumping us one by one or even changing the stern set of his lips into a grin.

“Dude, Cindy wants to see you… on Christmas Eve….”

“Why aren’t you going nuts, sweetheart?”

Nate then, very calmly, put his turn signal on and pulled over to the shoulder of the highway. Once he came to a stop, he dropped his head onto the steering wheel and froze in that position.

“Nate.” I could feel it coming. I was about to start chattering in an effort to break the moment of intense quiet.

But before I could do that, Nate lifted his head and turned in the driver’s seat so he could face us. His dark eyes were narrowed slightly, and I’d never seen them more intense.

“You guys…
my
guys….” Nate’s voice broke, and he cleared his throat. “I’m super glad Cindy wants to spend Christmas Eve with me—
with us
. But it just kinda hit me. If I got you guys, I got what I need to go on.”

I wasn’t expecting a confession like that. What happened with Cindy had been what had nearly sent him over the edge.

“See, she’s my sister, and she means a ton to me. But you guys are….” He took another one of those deep breaths, and then he forced himself to squeak out the words. “You guys are part of my heart. Can’t
feel
nothin’ without ya.”

“Our hearts, dude, are all wrapped up together. It’s true for all of us.” Zander’s voice shook. “I need you two as much as you guys need me.”

Instinctively, Zander and Nate leaned in toward me. We fumbled for a second to get our arms positioned around each other, but we managed to accomplish a successful group hug.

“I have a feeling that this is going to be a very good Christmas,” I offered, needing to lighten the mood.

“A real good year,” Nate added.

“A perfect life, if we stay on course. The three of us with one voice, right?” Zander said it perfectly, and we all knew it, so we nodded.

And then Nate pulled the truck back onto the highway. I couldn’t keep myself from chattering about places we were going to go over Christmas break. I had made a list. Zander just smiled, and I was almost positive that Nate mumbled, “Never going nowhere else without you guys.”

About the Author

M
IA
K
ERICK
is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and four nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty-two years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.

Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled young men and their relationships, and she believes that physical intimacy has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press for providing her with an alternate place to stash her stories.

Mia cheers for each and every victory made in the name of marital equality, embraces the spirit of true Christianity that focuses on loving one another, and can barely keep up with the idea factory that is her mind. Her stories are often centered around a certain theme: even heroes can be sweet. Sweet, but not completely innocent. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.

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