Closer
Mary, Knox, and Santos are almost home when some winter weather gives them a chance to bring in the New Year in a big way…
8:00
They were supposed to be home by now, but the South shut down when it snowed. Even a dusting so light it looked almost like rain was a cause for concern. Mary thought it was a cute little winter miracle until it derailed their plans.
They were only four hours from home when Santos tuned the radio to the local weather and traffic advisory station. Mary didn’t even know there was a local weather and traffic advisory station. They listened as a robotic voice from a pre-Y2K world informed them that the two-lane highway they needed to get back to Sea Port was officially closed for high winds and a possible icy road hazard.
Not even a confirmed hazard! A possibility! Mary thought they could make it.
She started imploring Santos to change the station and just keep driving. She also bent forward and gripped Knox’s bicep, begging him with her eyes and her cleavage to back her up. Knox might have been willing to consider her point, but by then, Santos was already easing onto the brake to pull into the parking lot of a motel that had seen better days in a pre-Y2K world as well.
“Please don’t be serious,” she groaned. “I just want to get home, see my cat, and sleep in my bed.”
Knox reached into the back seat to squeeze her knee. “Cat-leen’ll be happy to cuss you out tomorrow. Don’t worry.”
Mary rolled her eyes. “Obviously,” she muttered as Santos shifted the car into park.
8:30
“No offense, but ew,” Mary said as they walked into their room.
“It’s the only room they had,” Santos grunted, nudging her to the side with his hip so he and Knox could bring their bags in.
“I don’t think any of the other rooms would have been better,” Mary said. “I can’t believe you two want me to spend my New Year’s Eve like this.”
“We’d have been in the car otherwise,” Knox said. He looked around the room and cringed but immediately tried to hide it.
“Our car was built in this century. Can that radiator say the same?” Mary quipped.
Knox and Santos turned toward the ancient radiator hanging on the wall across the room. Mary swore she heard it groan — maybe from the attention, maybe from years of neglect, maybe from its advanced age.
“This is the safe thing to do,” Santos said, hands on his hips.
Mary smiled at him. “You know how many serial killers live in motels?”
They both rolled their eyes, and Knox laughed softly. “I’d love to hear the statistics on that, actually,” he said, calling her bluff.
“Okay, I obviously made that up. I’m just saying, wouldn’t it be great to spend New Year’s Eve in our home?”
“Oh, that would be amazing,” Knox said.
“Where does skidding off the road and freezing to death in our car rank on this list?” Santos asked with a straight, humorless face. He was staring in Mary’s direction, an easy challenge in his eyes because he knew he was right. Mary hated when he knew he was right.
“So now who’s making up stories?” she shot back.
“Can’t we all just get along?” Knox joked.
Santos and Mary groaned.
“Seriously,” Knox said, ever the peacemaker. He walked to the window and pulled the grubby curtain aside. “There’s a restaurant just there. Let’s go get drunk, and then you won’t have to think about how shabby this place is.”
“How much alcohol do you think that’s going to take?” Mary asked.
Knox moved away from the window and patted Santos on the back. “Let’s find out.”
He made a beeline toward Mary. She tried to stop herself from smiling so easily at him but couldn’t help herself. He wrapped her up in his arms, his fingers tickling her sides as he ushered her out of that horrid room, with Santos following behind.
9:15
The food was a special kind of terrible, but the drinks were good.
They picked at the basket of bread but mostly just to have something to soak up the alcohol in their stomach. It wasn’t working, but at least they were trying. And at least they only had to walk back to their motel.
They’d squeezed into an out-of-the-way booth with a clear view of the restaurant on one side of the building and a bar and dancefloor on the other. A dancefloor currently packed with people line dancing. It wasn’t Santos’s preferred entertainment, but it wasn’t bad either. It was something to do, at least. This definitely wasn’t how Santos had hoped they’d spend their last evening of the year, but better this than slip-sliding into a ravine.
He took another sip of his vodka soda and drowned out the sound of country music playing too damn loud to focus all his attention on Knox’s arm draped loosely around Mary’s shoulders. He let his gaze move down the man’s forearm as it hung over the front of her body. He couldn’t see his fingers exactly, but he could see the muscles moving under the skin on the back of his hand as Knox slowly tweaked her right nipple. His movements were careful and casual, and most people probably wouldn’t even notice, but Santos did. In fact, he didn’t just notice, he was enthralled. The liquor seeped into his blood slowly while Knox’s fingers teased Mary’s nipple until she’d become a squirming mess for their entertainment.
Santos thought about pointing out that this would be harder to do in Sea Port because there, someone would interrupt them with a cupcake order or a cat in a tree or a dispute with a neighbor; something, anything. But here, no one knew them, and no one cared what they were doing in their little booth. Above the table or below it, where Santos and Knox’s legs were rubbing together, knees pressed against thighs and moving back and forth.
Santos laid a napkin over his lap, trying to hide his erection, not that it did much of anything.
Mary jerked out of nowhere, hitting her knee against the underside of the table. Her eyes shut tight, and her lips pressed together. She stopped breathing for a few seconds, and Santos and Knox watched her come just as the crowd on the dancefloor started to clap.
“Thatta girl,” Knox whispered in his deep Southern accent, just low enough for their table to hear.
She opened her eyes slowly in a flutter of thick eyelashes and reached for her margarita. She took a deep sip and let out a long breath, leaning into Knox’s body. He kissed her cheek while pressing his knee into Santos’s inner thigh. They could have stayed in that booth for the rest of the night probably, just playing with one another, maybe even reconfiguring where and how they sat to maximize their fun, but they weren’t Lorraine and Jonah, and Mary had other ideas.
She crossed her arms on the table and leaned forward, squinting playfully at Santos. Knox’s hand moved to caress her back, and she closed her eyes and licked her lips before she could speak. “What’s it feel like?” she whispered.
Santos didn’t know what she was up to, but he knew it would be worth it in the end. But he also wasn’t in a rush to speed whatever was coming along; he’d always liked the teasing in their relationship. He took another slow sip, taking his time to lick the remnants of his drink from his mouth. “What’s what like, Mary?”
Her mouth quirked up in a grin as she leaned closer, and because he couldn’t stop himself, he pushed his untouched dinner aside. He could kiss her like this and maybe someone would notice, but he didn’t care.
“What does it feel like to be inside Knox?”
Her question caught them all off guard. Knox’s hand stopped moving over her back and their legs stopped shifting together under the table, but Santos’s dick was at full attention.
“I bet he’s tight,” she whispered, her gaze boring into his.
“Mary,” Knox whispered. His throat was tight. Not as tight as—
“Tighter than me?” she asked.
Knox groaned and reached for his own drink.
“It’s different,” Santos replied.
“Obviously,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “That’s why I’m asking. I can do lots of things to you two,” she said, pausing to lick her lips, “but it’s different when you’re with each other. I’m just wondering how.”
Knox moved his hand under her sweater to caress her bare back. She shivered, and Santos couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and brushed his mouth against hers briefly. Maybe no one saw it. Maybe someone thought it was strange. Definitely Santos didn’t care.
“How long have you been thinking about this?” he asked.
Mary smiled. “Since the first time I watched you push your dick inside of him.”
Santos laughed. “And you’re only just now telling us?”
She shivered again and her face went slack for a few seconds as a mini orgasm clearly moved through her. Santos knew what Mary looked like when she came. “Since you won’t let us go home, I was just thinking about the best way we could celebrate in that hellhole of a motel room.”
“It’s not that bad,” Knox said.
“It should be condemned,” Mary said. “But since it’s ours for the next few hours…” The sentence trailed off and she licked her lips again, an adorable grunting sigh falling from her lips.
Santos shifted closer so he could press his knee against the tip of Knox’s dick in his pantleg. “What do you have in mind, sweetheart?”
Mary laughed softly. “I want to watch you fuck him,” she whispered.
Santos shook his head. “You see that all the time.” He moved his hand across the table and pushed it between her arms and her chest, twisting his arm around so he could cup her breast. He definitely didn’t care who saw them now. “What is it you really want?”
“I want to know what it feels like,” she groaned. “But since I can’t…”
“Who says you can’t?” Knox asked.
When they both turned to Knox, their man was smiling big, brash, and horny. He lifted his hand. “Check, please!”
10:30
The room looked much more appealing now that they were all a little drunk.
And naked.
“What does it say about us that we just DIY’d a harness for me to peg you? Like we had enough of the materials to just…make this work,” Mary asked.
She was standing in the middle of the room, while Knox and Santos were bent down at her feet jerry-rigging a short dildo Knox brought just in case to her body with a cock ring and some nylon ties Santos found in a suitcase of things he’d brought from home.
“It says we’re resourceful,” Santos said, brows furrowed over as he concentrated while slowly tightening the strap around Mary’s right thigh.
“Okay, but there’s resourceful, and then there’s this. I mean, could we like…” Mary flailed her arms around, searching for the right words. “I don’t know, could we like start a fire to keep warm in a snowstorm?”
“Yes,” Santos and Knox replied in unison.
Mary clutched her breasts with both hands and looked down her body at them. “We can?”
Santos sighed, but Knox sat back on his heels and looked up at her. “We can,” Knox said, gesturing between him and Santos. “We were in the Marines. You would just get the benefit of our expertise.”
She nodded. “Love that for me, but—”
He shook his head. “You getting cold feet, Mary? ‘Cause we don’t have to do this.”
“I’m not,” she said, quickly. “I’m just wondering, you know?”
“No,” Santos said without looking up. In fact, he grabbed her hips and turned her around roughly. She yelped in surprise. He squeezed her waist before working on the strap Knox had been tightening.
Mary turned her head to look at Knox over her shoulder.
He was grinning up at her. “You’re just wondering?” he asked.
“I’m just wondering if, when we have kids, people are going to think we’re weird?”
Knox stood and wrapped his arms around Mary’s waist. She lifted her head, and he happily bent down to brush his mouth against hers. He licked along her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. She whimpered softly against his tongue. Knox pressed forward to tip her head back so he could kiss her harder, but then he grunted into her mouth as Santos’s hand wrapped around his length.
Mary smiled against his lips. She recognized that grunt.
Santos stood and pressed his body against Mary’s front, but one arm was still winding around her waist so he could stroke Knox’s dick.
“Everyone in Sea Port knows we’re together and now our families do too. I don’t give a shit about anyone else,” Santos said seriously.
“I don’t either,” Mary said, “but Sea Port is such a small town. Is it going to be weird when our kids are the only ones with two dads?”
Knox chuckled out a laugh. “I highly doubt our kids are going to be the only ones,” he said.
“And if they are, I’m just going to teach them how to fight,” Santos interjected.
Mary gasped, but when she saw how serious he was, she burst into a fit of giggles. “I don’t think that’s going to solve the problem.”
“It’ll solve some problems,” Knox said, kissing her temple. “Besides, we’re at least six years from needing to worry about all that.”
“Especially not right now,” Santos said, squeezing Knox’s dick.
Based on the heated sigh that fell from her lips, Knox could guess that whatever Santos was doing to Mary with his other hand was making her feel just as good.
She leaned her head back on Knox’s shoulder, and Santos bent forward to kiss along her jaw.
Santos whispered softly against her chin, the smile widening on his mouth with every word. “Do you really want to make a parenting plan while we’re tipsy? Or would you prefer to get in Knox’s guts?”
It was the gentle way he said those words that really sent Mary over the edge. She laughed so hard Knox and Santos had to hold her up.
10:45
“On your back,” Santos said, pushing Knox lightly onto the bed.
Knox crawled back toward the headboard. “You’re on a little power trip tonight, aren’t you?” Knox said. “You’d think this was your secret fantasy.”
“Oh my god, right?” Mary giggled.
“Maybe he should be next,” Knox said, winking at her.
Her face lit up as she blushed at him.
“I can’t be next if he’s not first.” Santos sighed irritably.
“Oh yeah, he’s definitely excited.”
“We’re never moving fast enough for him,” Mary said, crawling onto the bed.
“Spread your legs,” Santos grunted.
Mary smiled. “Someone’s eager.”
Knox opened his legs and watched as Mary crawled toward him. She tried to keep her eyes on his face, but her gaze kept dipping toward his dick. He was half-hard but very ready for what was coming next.
Mary moaned, and Knox tore his eyes away from her to watch. He couldn’t see what Santos’s hand was doing between Mary’s legs, but he knew what he would be doing if their positions were reversed.
“Shit,” Knox hissed as Mary’s lips engulfed the head of his dick. She hummed as she pressed forward to take half his length inside her warm, wet mouth. His eyes drifted closed as she sucked on him slow and steady.
“On your back, sergeant,” Santos ordered, although this time his voice was softer. Everything was softer now that they were in the swing of things; a lovely reminder that when the three of them got on the same page, everything seemed possible.
While Mary moaned around his shaft, Knox settled onto his back. He reached up to push the pillows out of the way in frustration. “This ceiling is ugly,” Knox said. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d looked at the ceiling in a motel, but since he was looking, he just wanted to make his observations known.
“Then close your eyes,” Santos said.
Mary gripped the base of his dick and took her mouth off him. She laughed against his length while licking a path to his balls.
He groaned and his eyes did close briefly, but he refused to give Santos what he wanted so easily, so he ripped them open. “Make me,” he gasped as Mary sucked one of his balls inside her mouth.
Santos didn’t need to be told twice. Knowing him, he’d been waiting for that exact invitation.
Knox watched as Santos kneeled forward. They locked eyes as the other man kissed Mary’s left cheek and then kneeled down to lick her some more.
Mary jerked forward, pressing her forehead against his stomach while stroking his shaft absentmindedly. Knox’s gut tightened in need, and he ground out a string of strained expletives.
Santos crawled up the bed, kissing his way up Knox’s leg, but Knox realized Santos’s ulterior motive when he lifted Knox’s ankles right along with him.
Knox moaned as Santos bent his knee and widened Knox’s legs to make room for himself. “Seriously?” Knox asked.
“You’re not looking at the ceiling, are you?” Santos asked, a sly grin on his face.
Before he could answer, Santos’s mouth closed over the head of Knox’s dick.
“Oh. Fuck,” Knox ground out, his back arching from the bed.
Those words seemed to bring Mary back to reality after her orgasm and soon enough, her fist was routinely bumping against Santos’s mouth along the length of Knox’s dick.
“Holy shit,” Knox groaned. He covered his eyes with both hands as they varied the speed and pressure on him.
With Santos’s expert guidance, he and Mary managed to suck Knox’s dick until he was breathless. Santos’s tongue made sure no part of his shaft was untouched, and Mary did the same with his balls while her hand squeezed him at the base, driving him wild. But they didn’t let him come. No matter how close he got to a release, they would pull back, edging him until he was a sensitive mess. But then suddenly, their mouths and hands disappeared.
On the one hand, Knox was panting, happy to be able to breathe almost normally again, but on the other hand, he’d been so damn close.
Once Knox thought he was almost in control, he looked up at them, chest heaving, dick leaking from the tip, and Santos’s strong hands pushing Knox’s knees toward his chest. They looked back with hooded eyes and Santos’s shit-eating grin. God, they were beautiful. Knox reached for his dick. He just needed to release some of the pressure, but Santos shook his head slowly while playing with Mary’s nipple.
Knox didn’t have to listen to him, it was just so much more fun when he did, so he grabbed his legs under the knees and worked to get his breathing under control. He shifted his eyes to Mary. She licked her lips and smoothed her hands over the back of his thighs. Her touch was tentative, but reverent.
“You ready?” Knox asked.
“It’s not always about me,” she whispered. “I want this to be about you. I want to be closer to you.”
Knox felt the early pressure of tears at the back of his eyes. “We can’t get much closer than this,” he breathed.
Santos draped himself around Mary’s back so he could wrap his free hand around the dildo sticking out from her body. “Yeah, we can.”
Knox jumped when the tip of the dildo touched his sphincter. “Lube,” he said quickly.
Santos’s face crumpled, and he jumped off the bed. “Shit, sorry.”
Mary shook her head slowly. “Out here giving everybody else orders and look at him.”
Knox laughed softly, then groaned as one of Mary’s fingers gently rubbed the sensitive strip of skin between his scrotum and anus.
He pressed the back of his head into the mattress and tried desperately not to come yet.
She kept rubbing at that strip of skin until Santos climbed back on the bed. An obscene drip of precome fell onto Knox’s stomach from the tip of his own dick. He moaned loudly as cool lube landed directly on his asshole, followed quickly by Mary’s curious touch. The pad of one finger teased at that opening, applying pressure every now and then but not breaching inside.
Knox wasn’t sure he could make it. “Hoh my god,” he cried out, and those were his last words because soon after, Santos’s fist wrapped around Knox’s dick.
He could only guess the next few moments through their touch and sound because, of course, he’d asked Santos to give him a reason to close his eyes, and he gave him many.
He could feel Mary’s hesitation as she placed the tip of her firm dildo at his backside. He couldn’t hear Santos’s words, but he knew the other man must have been giving her a pep talk, and it worked. She touched the tip to him again, but this time kept pushing forward.
Knox took several deep breaths as he opened up for Mary.
It was as if time stopped in those seconds and everything was still except Knox’s slow breaths, Santos’s hand on Knox’s dick, and Mary’s hips moving forward.
Knox’s long, guttural groan broke the stillness of that moment, and then they were right on the same page again. As usual, once Mary got the hang of something, she was almost terrifying in her concentration. She got the rhythm of their bodies moving together and had a field day, sawing into Knox in careful but strong thrusts. At some point Mary’s hands replaced Santos’s on Knox’s dick, stroking him with both fists. This new position fucked up her rhythm but only for a few seconds before she was back to fucking him in rhythmic circles of her lush hips.
Santos’s mouth covered Knox’s, and they kissed as if it was the first time in forever. Santos gripped Knox’s neck, sucking the other man’s tongue into his mouth while he pressed his body against Knox’s side, grinding his erection into his hip.
It took barely any time before he was on the brink of an orgasm that already had him seeing stars. He tried to warn Mary around Santos’s tongue, but he couldn’t be sure if she heard him — not that it would have changed anything. Knox could tell from her strong grip on his dick and her wild thrusts that Mary was on a mission. She was hellbent on making Knox come and wouldn’t be deterred from her plans.
And when he came in wet splatters on his and Santos’s chests, arms, and faces, and a ridiculously large puddle on his stomach, they all got what they wanted in the end.
Santos licked some of Knox’s come from the back of his hand, Knox’s neck, and down his chest. He swirled his fingers in the puddle on Knox’s stomach. When Knox opened his eyes, Santos was feeding his fingers between Mary’s lips and lowering his mouth to her breasts.
When Mary and Knox locked eyes, she smiled triumphantly at him. “One more time?” she asked excitedly as the muffled sound of fireworks outside punctuated her question.
Knox’s head fell back to the bed. He was still trying to catch his breath. He looked up at the ceiling again. After an orgasm, it didn’t look that bad actually. “Yeah, okay, I’m ready,” Knox replied eagerly.
Santos laughed around Mary’s nipple. “Happy new year.”