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frantic dry-humping against Emi’s leg to focus his attention on Aaron. He twined his fingers in the other man’s hair, kissed him, softly whispered to him as Aaron kept his eyes closed and held on to Emi.
    By the time Ford reached three fingers, Aaron was begging for more. When Ford felt Aaron was ready, he slicked his cock with lube and positioned it at his ass. With one last, reassuring look at Emi to confirm it was okay, he slowly pressed forward.
    Aaron thrust back to meet him with an inarticulate cry. “Yes!” he sobbed. “Yes!”
    Emi and Caph both tightened their hold on Aaron, loving him as he started moving his hips in synchronized time with Ford’s thrusts.
    Ford stroked his hands down Aaron’s back. “Are you okay?”
    “Don’t stop!”
    Caph recaptured his mouth. Emi felt mesmerized, awestruck by the loving passion engulfing the three men, so thick it almost formed a visible aura around them. They’d needed this, the last missing piece to help them shed whatever pain still haunted their souls. Especially Aaron.
    Finally convinced Aaron was okay, Ford was drawn into his own passion. His eyes closed as his lower lip caught under his teeth. It wouldn’t take him long to come, not as close to the edge as Emi sensed he was.
    Aaron didn’t so much fuck her with his cock embedded inside her as he drew safety and comfort from her, enjoying this long-missing pleasure.
    “Jesus, I love you, Aar,” Ford whispered. “Goddamn, I love you so much.”
    Bless his heart, she sensed Caph wanted to jump in there as soon as Ford finished, but she knew he would wait to see if Aaron wanted him to. “We’ve both missed you,” Caph whispered to Aaron. “I used to love it when you’d put me in the middle and he’d fuck me while I fucked you. Remember that?”
    “Gods, yes!” Aaron gasped.
    Emi felt her own sex throb at that mental image, of the larger man sandwiched between the others.
    Holy crap! She couldn’t wait to see that !
    “I can’t hold it,” Ford said.
    “Do it,” Aaron told him. “Please!”
    Emi felt the bed shake as Ford’s thrusts came faster, harder, until he gave a cry and fell forward onto his arms to keep from crushing them all, gasping and panting.
    Aaron’s hips still worked his hard cock inside Emi.
    “You okay, Aar?” Ford asked, worry now tainting his post-coital energy.
    “Yeah,” Aaron whispered. Then he opened his eyes and looked at Caph. “You.”
    “Yeah?”
    Aaron kissed him. “Yeah. Right now. I want you, too. I need you.”
    Ford carefully withdrew and stepped into the head to clean up. By the time he returned, Caph had positioned himself and slicked his shaft with lube. Ford lay where Caph had, his arm around Aaron as he softly whispered to him.
    “We love you, man. We love you so much.”
    Caph carefully pressed for entrance. Emi felt his keen worry, even more than Ford’s. When he looked up, she met his gaze and smiled. “It’s okay,” she silently mouthed, not wanting to interrupt them. This was their healing, and she was happy to take a backseat to helping Aaron cross this bridge, however he needed to do it.
    Slowly, he pushed his thick cock inside Aaron. Aaron stilled his hips for a moment until Caph was positioned. “Do it, buddy,” he said as Ford stroked his back. “Fuck me.”
    Caph carefully held Aaron’s hips while he slowly thrust.
    Ford tangled his fingers in Aaron’s hair. “Come for him. I remember how much you enjoyed his cock. You used to love sitting back on his lap, leaning against him while me and Kels sucked your cock and played with your balls.
    Emi hoped they didn’t hear her gasp. At this rate, she’d be more than ready for another round of her own. That mental image was just too frakking delicious not to store away for future use.
    Aaron softly moaned. “Oh, fuck yeah. I remember.”
    “You used to say you felt like we’d suck your balls right out through your cock.”
    Aaron groaned as his strokes inside Emi became harder,