more erratic as he seesawed between fucking her and fucking himself onto Caph’s cock.
“Maybe next time you can suck my cock while he’s fucking you,” Ford said.
That did it. Aaron thrust hard and let out a loud moan. Emi felt his body shudder as he climaxed. Caph quickly caught up and added his orgasm to it, but before he could pull out, Emi grabbed his arm and shook her head, indicating for him to stay right there.
Now Aaron cried. Not in pain, Emi sensed, but in relief as he demolished some of the mental barriers he’d held on to for years to protect his heart from the excruciating memories. Long, deep, anguished sobs wracked his body as the others held him.
“He’s okay,” Emi whispered to the other two men, reassuring them. “He needs this. This is good.”
Aaron’s sobs turned into loud, long moans, painful to hear. The other two men tightly held onto him as he cried. Emi stroked his hair, feeling him finally letting out at least some of the pain and anguish and loss he’d carried deep inside for so many years. After nearly twenty minutes, he’d cried himself to sleep in their arms.
She patted Caph on the arm. “Be careful, baby. Don’t wake him,” she warned.
“Is he okay?” Caph worriedly asked. “Did I hurt him? Please tell me I didn’t hurt him.”
She smiled as she glanced at Ford. She knew he understood in a way Caph wouldn’t. “Don’t worry, you didn’t hurt him. He’s okay. He’s better than he’s been in a long time.”
Caph cleaned up, brought a washcloth for Aaron, and then slipped into bed on Emi’s other side. He and Ford both kept their arms around Aaron.
She lay there in the dark, unable to sleep as she focused her attention on Aaron. His pain still unwound and drained from him as he felt his lovers around him, holding him safe in their arms. This wasn’t a one-time quick fix for his problems, but it truly started the deeper healing she’d longed to help him find.
Eyes closed, she felt their energies, their emotions. Caph, then Ford, slipped into deeper sleep, into dreams she couldn’t see but which didn’t appear to trouble them. Aaron’s energy curled around him, his body asleep, but his mind still lodged in that half-conscious area where the brain tenaciously refused to let go of thought.
After an hour, she felt him break through that veil and lift his head.
“Em?” he whispered.
She stroked his hair. “Love you.”
He kissed her before he settled back onto her chest. “Love you, too. Am I squishing you?”
“Nope. You stay right there.”
He shifted position anyway, carefully rolling them onto their sides, his back to Caph, hers to Ford. Neither man awoke. Then he nuzzled his lips against her chest, kissing her. “I love you, babe. You have no idea how fucking much I love you.”
“Good, because you’re stuck with me for life.” His energy felt lighter, a brighter mental color than she’d ever sensed from him even in the best and happiest of times they’d had together so far. “And you do realize I want to do some of those things they talked about, right?”
He chuckled. “Gonna help me make up for lost time?”
“As Ford would say, ‘Oh, hell yeah.’”
She closed her eyes and, content to know Aaron was okay, she drifted to sleep.
* * * *
Aaron lay there long after he knew she’d fallen asleep. He listened to the sounds of all of them breathing, enjoyed the feel of their flesh against his, the sweet, musky scent of their lovemaking still lingering in the air.
He hadn’t planned to do that, but caught in the moment, it felt right. Even the tears later felt good. No guilt over enjoying it, no bad memories to sully it.
Nothing but their love and arms holding him.
I’m a lucky bastard.
Then one of them, he suspected Caph, let out a long, rolling, musical fart in his sleep.
Aaron clamped his mouth shut and tried not to laugh, fearing if he started not only would he not be able to stop, but that he’d wake the others. It