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That night you fall asleep with Mike pressed to your back, and Ryan tucked in against your front, his big hand wrapped around your side. Ryan had fallen asleep first, Michael second. You lay awake counting his eyes-lashes, and feeling his breath on your face. He’s so beautiful, and you think for a moment that you’ve fallen in love with him. You reach out and brush one wayward curl off his cheek, tucking it behind his ear. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat, and pull your hand quickly away. You tug Michael closer against your back, pulling his arm further around your waist. He sighs in your ear, and you startle, sure that he’d been asleep before.
“It’s ok,” Michael whispers. You tense against him, unsure what to say. “Cathy,” he presses a kiss to your ear. You don’t know why but you feel tears come to your eyes. “Shh,” he whispers, rolling away from you and tugging you over onto your back. You look up at him, tears leaking slowly from your eyes. He wipes them away, laying against your side, and speaking softly in your ear. “You’re in love with him,” he says. You shake your head, but he shushes you. “It’s ok. Stop freaking out. It’s been happening for months.” You look at him in confusion. “What was it you said to me almost a year ago? ‘All that blonde hair, and hazel-blue eyes, and tan skin. You’ve seen him in the water. He’s poetry in motion. A lot of what you find physically attractive about me, is mirrored in him too.’” He grins, and you blush, putting a hand to your face in embarrassment. He laughs a little leaning down he presses a kiss to your mouth, kissing you chastely and letting you go a moment later. “I think we make him happy. All of us. You, me, Ryanne. We’re what he needs right now. I’m not sure how long that will last, but…” he pauses and he suddenly looks sad. “I’m not going to argue with it. I’m going to enjoy having him here, in our lives every day for as long as we get to keep him.” You sigh, sliding your arm around him. You lean forward kissing his jaw.
“He’s not a dog we can just adopt…” you whisper. He shakes his head.
“I know. He’s a grown man. He can make his own decisions. But if this works, what we have, the family we’ve built… Why deny your feelings for him? Why not complete the circle?” he asks. You sigh, closing your eyes. Your chest feels tight; your breathing constricted. You turn your head and look at Ryan, his face is relaxed in sleep, his full lips parted and his long eyelashes resting on his cheekbones. You ache for him, and it’s not just your hormones talking. You love him. There is no use denying it. You love his smile and his body, but the way his brain works. His sense of humor, and his kind nature. You love how he makes Michael light up, and rocks Ryanne to sleep, whispering completely inappropriate song lyrics to her, and promising way more bling than any baby could ever need. You like the way he hugs you, like he can’t get enough, and looks at you, like you’re amazing. You like shopping with him, watching TV with him, picking out books for him to read and have him not only read them but enjoy reading them.
“Oh shit…” you whisper. Michael chuckles in response kissing your cheek again.
“Just think about it, would you. That big brain of yours can solve any problem. Put it to work on this one!” he whispers. He snuggles back into his pillow and is soon snoring softly into your shoulder. You stay awake a long time.
You sleep in the next morning, and wake up to the smell of cooking bacon, one of the few things Michael can make without burning. You stretch your arms up above your head, glad for the extra sleep, and grateful for whoever it was that had invented the breast pump. You sit up in bed, and smile, running your hands through your hair. The door eases open and Ryan peeks his head inside. He has Ryanne in his arms. He laughs coming inside. You stretch your arms out for the baby.
“Hey, Mama,” he says handing her over. Ryanne wiggles in your arms, making little baby noises of contentment. You grin down at her, rubbing your nose against hers. She smiles up at you, shaking her arms, little hands curled up in fists. You giggle.
“Hey, Ryan!” you say smiling up at him. He sinks down on the end of the bed, and lies back, propping himself up on one arm. “She eat?” you ask, turning back to your daughter. You rub a finger over the down growing on top of her head. The soft hair just starting to grow in is dark, which is to be expected, and still very short, but you think there might be a curl to it, which makes you smile. She yawns up at you, her mouth moving in a sucking motion, her fist going to her mouth.
“A few hours ago. Drank a whole bottle practically without stopping. Thought you might want to provide round two. Mike’s making bacon. BLTs for lunch!” he licks his lips and you roll your eyes. Ryanne whines a little in your lap and you shake your head.
“Mama knows!” you coo, shushing her. She smacks her lips and you laugh again. Pulling up your t-shirt you strip it off completely, and gather Ryanne close, lifting her out of your lap. Cradling her head in your arms, you bring her in closer. She’s an old pro at nursing now, and latches on immediately, sighing a little and beginning to eat. You use your right hand to pull a pillow over and balance it in your lap, letting some of her growing weight sit on the pillow supporting your arm. You stare down at her, listening to the little suckling sounds she makes. She’s so greedy, and you think you might have to up her to a bottle and a half at each feeding soon.
It isn’t strange having Ryan watch you feed her. After all he saw you give birth to her. This is mild in comparison. But it’s strangely intimate having him just lay there and watch, without carrying on a conversation. And he is watching, with rapt attention. Ryanne’s jaw works up and down, sucking in long hungry pulls.
“It’s so natural,” he says after a few minutes. Ryanne finishes, pulling away from your nipple and making a face. You laugh pulling her up and bringing her to your shoulder, your dirty tee flung over it for protection. You rub her back, patting a little and she burps softly. You pull her back to kiss her sweet little cheek. Turning her, you offer the other breast, and again she latches on.
“You are hungry today aren’t you! Greedy girl,” you tease. She blinks up to you, her right fist curling up and resting next to her face on your breast. You look at Ryan. “Of course, it’s natural. It’s the most natural thing in the world!” you say, smiling at him. He grins.
“Doesn’t make it any less great!” he says smiling and showing even white teeth. He groans sitting up in the bed. He stands up yawning. Bending over, he plants a kiss on your cheek, and rubs a hand down the back of the baby’s head. You ignore the way your heart skips a beat at the casual affection. “I should probably go supervise Mike in the kitchen. We don’t want any knife accidents do we?” he says heading for the door. You almost call out to him, but you stop yourself, and a moment later he’s gone. You look back down at Ryanne who is sucking lazily now, almost asleep and still attached. Her belly warm and full. You sigh, pulling her off and up; rubbing her back. She snuffles into your neck, and falls asleep, one hand tangled in your hair.
“What is Mommy going to do?” you ask her. But at just 5 weeks old and sound asleep in your arms she can’t answer you.
It’s while the three of you are eating your Michael-made BLTs, that you make the decision. Well sort of. Ryan’s grinning at Mike and picking mayo and bits of bacon out of his hair, while Michael laughs, and cleans up the lettuce that had been launched across the table. You sit picking bits of tomato out of your cleavage and shaking your head. It’s amazing to you that three thirty-something adults can turn a simple family lunch into a food fight, yet somehow it happens, and not as rarely as you’d probably like.
You stack the plates, head for the kitchen, stopping to check on Ryanne, who sated and full, is still sleeping in her downstairs crib in the corner. You return to the dining room and aren’t the least bit surprised to find Ryan and Mike practically making out. They’re about two steps away from doing it on the dining room table again. And while the image doesn’t horrify you like it had back in March, it’s still not something you necessarily want to see just then. Maybe it’s the stress of last night, or the gritty feel of bits of greasy bacon in your bra, but you find yourself snapping at them without knowing quite why.
“Guys! Seriously? Right now? Don’t you ever take a rest?!” they freeze, pulling apart. As soon as the words leave your mouth you want to take them back. Horrified at your own reaction, you clamp a hand over your mouth. Ryanne wakes up at the agitation in your voice and starts to cry. You feel tears springing to your eyes again, and sprint from the room in misery. You get halfway down the back hallway and stop, sobbing quietly. You hear Mike’s voice talking to the baby, trying to soothe her, and a moment later footsteps coming up behind you. You wipe frantically at your cheeks trying to compose yourself.
“Cathy?” it’s Ryan and you feel some unknown thing curl tighter up inside of you. “I’m sorry. I know we’ve been kind of,” you cut him off.
“No. You have nothing to be sorry for! You’ve both been great. I just…” you shake your head, unable to turn to look at him. He steps up behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder. You half want to shrug him off and push him away, half want to turn into him and let him hug you tight. Instead you stand tense, leaning against the wall and avoiding his eyes.
“Cathy if you need me to back off, or to go, to give you guys some time alone with Ry, as just a family, just tell me and I’ll be on the first plane out!” he says it so sincerely, like he really would understand. It makes the hard tight feeling in your chest break lose. You spin around, pushing him back away from you and into the far wall. You press him up against it, knowing you only got away with it because you’d taken him completely by surprise. You lean up, pressing your mouth to his, one hand fisting the front of his t-shirt, the other going up to the back of his neck, tugging him down and in for easier access. It only takes him a moment to react. Instead of pushing you away he clutches you closer, his hands going to your hips, pulling your pelvis into his own. You gasp, and he takes control of the kiss, plundering your mouth with his own. His hands slide down your thighs, gripping them and lifting you off of the ground. Your legs wind around his waist, your hand tugging at his hair, and the other sliding around to grip his back.
He presses you to the opposite wall, and you buck against him. He loosens his hold a little, and you drop a few inches. He pushes his hips back up against yours and you howl with want. He’s hard. He’s hard and hot, and pressed right against you. Only your pajama bottoms, and a pair of his basketball shorts separating him from you. You pant, against his mouth, leaning closer to bite at his bottom lip. He whines against your mouth, one hand sliding up the inside of your shorts leg to press against your sex. You make a needy desperate sound, and his fingers sink inside of you. Your head flings back to press against the wall and he rotates his hand, pressing deeper, his thumb finding and circling your clit. You spasm against him grunting at the pleasure spreading quickly through your system. Your legs tighten around him, pulling his hand in deeper and his lips find that spot on your neck. The spot Michael always goes for when he wants you to come right fucking then. It does the trick, and you contract around his fingers, moaning into his shoulder, and biting down on the muscle there. He grunts, pressing himself against you again, his fingers still working.
The pleasure rolls through you in long beautiful waves that have you rocking in his arms and whimpering his name over and over again. He pulls his hand away after a long moment, just as the waves are starting to ebb. Bringing his hand up to examine it, you watch him take the tips into his mouth. You moan, pulling the hand away and diving for his lips again. He plants his hand against the wall behind you, the other still holding you up in the air, pressed you all along his body. He thrusts against you, and you gasp, tightening your legs around his hips. Your mouth pulls away from his to suck greedily for air. He whispers your name, the word breaking when he moans. His breathing picks up and you kiss his mouth again, pulling him into you. Your lips slide up following one cheekbone up and over. You want him inside of you desperately. His shoulders tense and you reach up to press a kiss to his lips. It’s a loving kiss, gentle, easy. He chokes against you coming with a desperate cry. You sigh, letting him breathe against you, his head falling down to rest on your shoulder. He loosens his grip on your ass and your legs fall down to support your weight again. You think for a second that your knees will give out but he holds onto you until he’s sure you’re ok to stand. You’re both panting for air and you smile feeling a little dazed. You feel on edge, like the right stimulation would make you orgasm all over again. It’s a pleasant feeling, an exciting feeling. You look up at him afraid you might find regret shining back at you in his eyes. But he’s grinning.
“Well, that was new,” he teases. You smack him in the shoulder. He laughs then and you blush again, turning away. He tugs you close again pulling you into a full body hug. You lean against him, letting him hug you tight.
“Thank you. I really, really, needed that, Ryan,” you whisper into his shirt.
“My pleasure. I am available any time!” he grins. You laugh into his shoulder, feeling more relaxed than you have in weeks. The sound of a clearing throat has you peeking around Ryan’s shoulder. Mike stands at the end of the hallway. He’s got Ryanne asleep in his arms and a big grin on his face.
“That…” he says emphatically, “was hot!” Ryan laughs, and you groan, ducking back behind him in embarrassment. Mike chuckles, making his way down the hallway. He tugs you away from Ryan by the arm, pulling your unresisting body closer to his own. Your legs still feel shaky. He adjusts the baby and pulls you closer. Tipping your face up to his, he leans down taking your mouth, and you groan, melting into his side. Pulling back, he wipes a hand down the side of your face, brushing hair off your cheekbone. He’s grinning as he leans forward to whisper in your ear. “You taste like him!” he says brightly, kissing your ear. You feel your whole body flush, and your knees give out. It’s Ryan who catches you, lifting you up and carrying you toward the living room, Mike following behind laughing quietly so as to not wake the baby. You’re embarrassed and suddenly you desperately need a nap.
Ryan lays you down on the couch, and starts to step away, but you tug him back by the hand. He sits down beside you and you sit up a little, pulling him closer. You kiss him again, only this time it’s soft, and gentle, and almost innocent. When you stop the kiss you lean your forehead against his. You close your eyes and just breathe.
“You okay?” Ryan asks. You nod smiling.
“I just…” you pause, and his forehead creases as he watches you search for words. “I think I’m falling a little bit in love with you. And it’s ok if you don’t feel that way about me. I know how much you love Michael. I just wanted you to know that I don’t want you to go. I don’t want you to leave so Mike and I can be alone with Ryanne. That’s not what I want. I don’t want you thinking that if you left there wouldn’t be this giant Lochte sized hole in our lives where you belonged and,” your rambling is cut off when he kisses you again. This one isn’t innocent. It’s intense and deep and passionate. One of his hands sinks into your hair and the other slides down around your back, pulling your body closer to his. It’s when you’re contemplating climbing up into his lap and rubbing yourself against him like a big cat, that Mike starts laughing again. You break away turning to glare at your husband.
“You guys are so cute!” he says teasingly. Ryan’s up off the couch a second later, tackling Michael to the ground. The baby thankfully was sitting in her bouncy chair near the fireplace, where Mike had put her. She’s awake again, but not crying. She sits sucking on her own fingers and watching the goings on in apparent amusement. She laughed a little when Michael hit the floor with Ryan on top of him, both of them laughing loudly as they tussled back and forth. You roll your eyes laying back to rest your head on a throw pillow.
“You think you’d be more supportive, Mikey! Your boyfriend and your wife falling in lurve with each other!” Ryan teases, holding Michael’s hands to the carpet. Mike grins up at him, face flushed, and goes still.
“You might want to tell her that,” Mike suggests. Ryan freezes turning to look at you. You’ve curled up on your side, on the couch. You lie there watching their antics and laughing. Your eyes meet his and it’s another one of those moments where neither of you need to say anything. You just both get it.
“I think she knows. But just to make sure…” he grins at Mike and climbs up off of the floor. He comes to sit on the floor by the couch. You smile at him and he leans over you, sweeping hair back off your neck. His face is happy but serious. “Cathy..” he says softly. You grin at him, happiness bursting in your chest. “I’m not falling in love with you,” he says softly. He grins widely, at the shocked sound Mike lets out, but you know what’s probably coming and grin. “I’ve already fallen in love with you!” he says, leaning forward to take your mouth with his. You let out a breathy sort of moan, and tug him closer. Mike bursts out laughing.
“Hey! Knock it off. She’s got a moratorium on the good stuff for 6 more days!” Mike announces, tugging Ryan away from you. You whine a little in protest, and Ryan falls backward laughing.
“Just because she can’t have sex sex, doesn’t mean we can’t get her off a couple more times!” Ryan argues. That stops you and Michael cold. “Didn’t think of that did ya!?” Ryan says, struggling out of Mike’s slack grip and diving for you again. This time, Michael joins him.
That was just the beginning. The end of the week can’t get there soon enough for any of you.
You’re not sure what you’re expecting when you get home that day. You are probably expecting to come in, late from taking Ryanne to her six week check-up, and find Ryan and Mike stretched out across the living room floor eating pizza and playing video games. Or alternatively, waiting for you to make dinner. You imagine that after you’ve all eaten, and cleaned the dishes, and put Ryanne down for the night, that you’ll all climb into bed together. That you’ll finally get what you’ve been wanting for weeks. So when you pull up to the house, and find Debbie’s car parked behind Michael’s you’re confused and slightly irritated. You love Debbie. She’s a wonderful woman, a great mother, and a fantastic grandmother. But you don’ t necessarily feel up to three hours of chit chat and concerned questions. Inquiries about your milk production, and talk of diapers and the correct way to burp your daughter. Debbie takes her role of grandma and as a teacher very literally sometimes.
You take a deep steadying breath, and leave the car, closing the door quietly behind you. Ryanne is asleep in her carrier. You release it from the seat base and head for the door toting one baby, one diaper bag, and the bag Ryan has taken to calling your Mommy Purse. It’s big and heavy and filled with all the things you suddenly need, now that you have a baby with you almost 24/7. When you stick your key in the lock, the door flies open and Debbie’s there. She pulls you into an enthusiastic hug and your eyes go wide. Mike’s in the doorway to the foyer, barefoot and grinning at you, arms crossed over his own chest. You roll your eyes and pull back from Debbie.
“Hey, Mom!” you say in greeting, squeezing past her to shut the door. She grins at you.
“You look wonderful, Cathy!” she says, taking the bag off your arm, and focusing her eyes on Ryanne’s face. “Oh she’s getting so big!” she coos. “I’m so glad you finally decided to let me take her for the night. Between Ryan and little Ryanne being in the house, you and Michael don’t get anywhere near enough time alone together. And Ryanne so needs to get to know her Grandma!” Debbie says exuberantly, pulling the carrier off your arm and hefting it up to get a closer look at Ryanne’s face. “She looks so much like her Daddy!” Debbie says. It takes a moment for you to process all of Debbie’s sentences. Then it hits you all of the sudden and you look at Michael. He sees the look on your face and reacts accordingly.
“Ma!” he says stepping forward. He takes the carrier out of Debbie’s arms setting it down on the nearby coffee table. He leans down taking a stirring Ryanne out of the car seat and up into his arms. Ryanne whines, waking up at the disturbance. She blinks up at him and smiles, giggling at seeing her Daddy’s face. “There’s my little Princess!” he says bending over to kiss her cheeks. She giggles again, shaking both her hands at him. He looks up at you and you feel your face flush at the smile he gives you. “I know you weren’t expecting Mom to be here, but I wanted to spend the evening with you. I thought maybe Mom could take the baby tonight, so we could be alone,” he explains, bouncing Ryanne in his arms. You sigh. It was sweet of him to arrange this but you just don’t know. Seeing your indecision he walks to Debbie. “Take her for a minute?” he asks. Debbie nods.
“Always!” she says accepting the baby into her arms.
Mike takes your hand pulling you around the corner and into the den. He shuts the door behind you, his face turning serious as he backs you up against the solid wood support of it. Your back connects at the same moment his mouth takes yours. He plunders your mouth, his hands raking down your sides and around behind you to grip your ass. You gasp into his mouth as he pulls you up and in, your toes stretching to stay on the floor. His tongue steals your breath, and you moan a little, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist. He grins into your lips, pulling his mouth slowly away from yours. You pant against his throat, hands gripping the back of his head, threading through his dark hair.
“It’s been six weeks! I want you. Ryan wants you. I know you don’t want some stranger looking after Ry, but this is my mother. She’s not going to let anything happen to her. And if you let her go to my Mom’s for the night, we can have 24 hours with no diaper changes or burpings, or any reason at all to get out of that big bed waiting upstairs!” he whispers. You whine against his shoulder and nod.
“Ok!” you sigh. “Ok. Ok. Ok!” you whisper, nodding quickly. He laughs, rocking his hips into yours and making you cry out softly with want. He backs away and your leg drops down to touch the floor. He lets you go and you take a moment to slow your breathing. He pulls you back away from the door, leading you back to the foyer where Debbie is checking the contents of the diaper bag. She bounces as she sorts, juggling the baby expertly. She looks up at you as you come back, eyes widening with amusement and comprehension. You straighten your shoulders and clear your throat, refusing to be embarrassed.
“You’re sure you don’t mind taking her for the night, Mom?” you ask, reaching out for the baby. She hands her over, smiling widely.
“Of course I don’t mind! It’ll be good for the two of you to spend some time alone. I’ll only call if there’s an emergency, and I know all the contact numbers for her pediatrician. You guys will have a great time, and so will we!” she quips. You nod and smile down at Ryanne.
She is getting sleepy again. You kiss her little cheeks and her forehead, rubbing your fingers down the downy fuzz of her head. She gurgles with contentment in your arms. You kiss her again, closing your eyes and breathing in her little baby smell. You hug her to you, handing her over to Michael who is waiting beside you. You grin at Debbie heading to the diaper bag to help get it ready.
It takes 10 minutes for you to gather up Ryanne’s favorite blanket and toys, getting a second bag out of her closet to hold it all. You stuff in extra diapers, clothes, bibs and other essentials. Then go and fill a small cooler with bottles of breast milk from the fridge. It’s as your saying goodbye to Ryanne again that Ryan gets home. He grins at Debbie, greeting her enthusiastically, with a big hug. She seems confused at his presence but he quickly smoothes over her concern. He holds up the paper bag he’s brought with him, the smell of your favorite dishes from the local Italian restaurant filling the room.
“Brought dinner,” he says setting the bag down on living room coffee table and coming back. He kisses Debbie’s cheek. “You’re taking the munchkin for the night?” he asks. She nods.
“You need a place to stay?” she asks. “You’re always welcome.” He laughs shaking his head.
“Nah. Thanks for the offer though. I’m staying at an old friend’s house! We have a big weekend planned. UF game on TV tomorrow night, and a new club opening in the city,” he explains. She grins brightly.
“You have fun!” she says patting his back. Mike hands Ryanne over to Ryan who kisses her cheeks just like the two of you have, snuggling his nose under his chin, and handing her over to you. You smile at him, meeting his eyes and quickly looking away before your face can heat. You kiss Ryanne one more time, before buckling her into her carrier, and covering the whole thing with a baby blanket. Debbie takes it from you, pulling you into a one armed hug. You squeeze her tightly in response. “She’ll be fine,” Debbie whispers. You grin nodding.
“I trust you more than anyone else. We’ll call in the morning?” you ask. She nods, and you watch her slide out the front door, baby in tow. Michael heads out after her carrying the diaper bag, cooler, and overnight bag. You watch the door shut, feeling like half your life has just walked out the door.
Your apprehension is short lived, because Ryan has you in his arms a second later. He kisses you hungrily, backing you into the living room. He lifts you up with his big hands, dropping you to sit on the conveniently high back of the couch. You’re thankful for the dark curtains on the windows in this room, blocking curious eyes from seeing inside. You relax, letting him kiss you. His hands slide up under the back of your sweater, fingers warm on your skin. You moan, spreading your legs, and pulling him closer. He’s hard against you, and pulls your hips to the very edge of the couch back, to press tighter against you. You moan, and claw at his shoulders through his sweater. The door slams in the foyer, the lock engaging loud and echoing down the short hallway and around the corner. Ryan breaks the kiss and you gasp as he kisses down your throat. He nips at your ear, and you groan loudly. Michael’s there a second later, his arms going around Ryan’s waist, to grip your hips. You sigh, and open your eyes to look at him over Ryan’s shoulder. He grins at you.
“While I know you’ve both been waiting for this for a long time, and I am totally looking forward to sitting back and watching for a change, I really think we shouldn’t let this dinner go to waste. You’re both gonna need your strength,” he says teasingly. Ryan pulls his mouth away from yours and scrapes his teeth down your neck. When he pulls his lips away completely, you flop back to lay along the back of the couch, balanced precariously on the cushions. You groan, tugging your shirt and sweater back down your abdomen. Ryan lets you go, holding his hands in the air to keep them from delving back under your clothes. He steps back and you immediately ache for him again. He slides away leaning his back against the living room wall, and letting Michael pull you into a seated position. “Come on, Cathy. We have a surprise for you!” He takes your hand, and you hop down off the back of the couch following him down the hallway to the dining room. He flicks on the light, and you gasp.
The dining room table is set with three full place settings, linen napkins, and a bottle of wine. Ryan grins, going over to light the candles. Mike pulls you to a chair, and pulls it back for you helping you sit down, and pushing your chair in for you. You grin up at him, blushing. He pecks you on the cheek before disappearing with Ryan out of the room. A second later music starts to play and you recognize one of the slower R&B songs that gets you in the mood for romance. The two are back a moment later carrying lasagna, and crusty bread, spaghetti in an Alfredo sauce, and a small cheesecake.
Dinner lasts longer than you thought it would. The three of you eating and drinking the wine they’d chosen, listening to the music and talking. You tell them about Ryanne’s check-up at the doctor, and they talk about their day at the pool, and plans for the coming week. It’s only when the dinner plates have been cleared, the cheesecake put away to keep cold that you let your mind go there again. Ryan and Mike are laughing as they clear the table, cracking jokes, and touching each other more than they ever allow themselves too in public. You sink low in your chair and let yourselves just watch. Ryan catches sight of you, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and fixed on where Mike’s arm has slid around Ryan’s waist in casual affection. Ryan grins and nods in your direction. Michael’s eyes focus on you and he laughs.
“I think we’re ready for bed,” he suggests. You slide your eyes up to his and he smiles at you. Ryan blows out the candles on the table, and reaches for your hand.
You don’t know why you’re suddenly so nervous. You’re far, FAR from being a virgin. You’ve had everything but actual sex with Ryan, and done far more with your husband, while Ryan lies in the same bed beside you and Michael. But you are. You feel almost like it’s your first time ever, and your palms start to sweat, your eyes focusing on the floor as he leads you up the stairs, Mike turning out lights and locking doors, following right behind.
The bedroom is dark, but that doesn’t concern you, you know this room like the back of your hand. Ryan stops you in the hallways and Michael enters first, Ryan pulling you in after. You’re vaguely aware of your husband going around the room to light various candles. Ryan turns to you a few feet from the bed, pulling you close into his arms, and hugging you to him. You wind your arms around him, hugging him tight and taking deep breaths. He smells good. Like expensive cologne, and shampoo, and just a little bit like chlorine. You press a kiss to his jaw, delicate and almost chaste. He grins, cradling your head with one hand. He guides your mouth to his. Your head tilts back, resting in his palm as he takes your mouth, your hands sliding up to grip his shoulders. You gasp breaking the kiss to pant against one high cheekbone. He fights for his own breath, his free hand sliding down to tug at the bottom of your sweater. Suddenly you’re desperately hot, sweltering really in all your clothes and you want them off. Your hands yank the sweater off, following it quickly with your t-shirt, and belt. Ryan slows your hands as they attack your zipper.
“Slow,” he whispers. “I want to enjoy every moment of this,” he says pressing a kiss to your cheek, and sliding the tip of his nose down the side of your face to kiss your neck. You gasp again feeling yourself growing wet in your panties. You nod, reaching for his sweater too, pulling it up and off his broad shoulders. His t-shirt comes off with it, and you’re left with the bare expanse of his upper body spread out before you. You press a kiss to the center of his chest, kissing over to your right, so that your lips rest over the steady thumping of his heart. You stay there a moment enjoying his skin pressing against yours, before leaning back and reaching for the fly of his dress pants.
He doesn’t stop you this time, one hand stroking through your long hair, the other going around your back to unclip the hooks of your bra. You get his pants down past his hips and they fall to sit on the floor. Your own jeans following suit. You stand on tip toe, pressing your mouth to his, letting your bra slide down your arms to land at your feet. You arms come up around his neck, holding him close, your breasts pressing to his chest just perfectly. The hand on your nearly bare hip flexes there, his finger tips pressing into the flesh of your ass. His fingers trace the edge of your underwear, pulling at the panties on one side to get them off. You let one hand go down to tug from the other side, shoving the restricting fabric away to join the rest of your clothes on the floor. Ryan grins down at you, and you pull back to meet his gaze. His eyes are so blue in the low light of the bedroom, and suddenly you wish there was more light, so that you could see better. You don’t care that he’d be able to see better too. He tugs you toward the bed, where the blankets have been pulled back to sit at the end of the bed.
You climb onto the mattress, Ryan crawling up beside you. He stays close, pressing along your entire body with his own. You’re suddenly nervous again. He kisses you, nudging your legs apart with his knee so that he has room to lie between them. He braces himself on the mattress, kissing down your neck and across your collarbone. You moan as he skips over that one spot that always makes you go off like a firecracker, and instead slides further down the bed to kiss across your breasts. You’ve gotten used to the feel of his mouth on you, of his fingers teasing your clit, and pressing up inside of you. You’ve spent the last 6 days learning his body and touching him everywhere you’ve always wanted too, but his mouth still amazes you, still makes your spine arch in appreciation. You gasp and groan, one hand sliding into his soft thick hair as he sucks at your right breast, cradling it in a calloused palm, and letting it go when you tug on his curls. He looks up at you, face flushed, but confused.
“What?” he asks. You make a face.
“Milk,” you whisper. He rolls his eyes.
“It’s just milk. It’s not, like, gonna hurt me. Why should that scare me off?” he asks, pressing his mouth to your breast again. Your whole body convulses against his. His mouth is big and hot, and wet against you, the suction he’s applying steady and strong. You’d fed Ryanne at the doctor’s office, but that was several hours earlier, and it doesn’t take long for the milk to come. He takes a long pull, and the sensation goes straight to your sex, in a way it never has at Ryanne’s mouth. Your fingers tighten in his hair, and he lets your nipple go, kissing between your breasts, and reaching down between your legs. You’re wet for him, and your hips keep shifting almost without your conscious control. He grins up at you, pushing back into a sitting position. He reaches for the box on top of the bedside table. Condoms you realize. You watch him take one, coming back to brace himself over you and looking determined. Your breath catches in your throat. You don’t want that. You don’t want that between him and you. You know it’s probably stupid and irresponsible and perhaps a bit idiotic. But you love Ryan, and Ryan loves you. Michael’s there, sitting in the arm chair beside the bed watching you both and enjoying the view. Your hand closes on his, taking the condom from between his fingers. He looks up at you startled. “Cathy?” he asks.
“I don’t want it,” you whisper, tossing the condom away. You wrap your leg up around his waist and tug at his shoulders, trying to get him closer. He looks confused.
“But you could… You just had a baby. You don’t want another one. Not mine at least,” he says, reaching for the box again. You yank him closer, and he loses his balance, pressing down against you in all the right places. You groan, holding him close, not letting him pull away.
“I love you. You’re part of this family. No I’m not saying I necessarily want another baby right away, but the chances of that are slim especially at this moment in time. I want to feel you, all of you, the real you. Nothing between us,” you whisper. He looks to the right, where Michael is sitting in the armchair in the corner. Michael gets up moving over to the bed. It dips as Michael sits down beside you, stretching his long body down the length of the bed. He runs a hand down your upper arm and then up Ryan’s.
“I don’t think either of us would mind a Ryan/Cathy baby joining the family. But you of course have a part in that decision too, Lochte,” he whispers. Ryan groans, and you feel him growing harder against your thigh. You laugh, pressing your hips up to his.
“You’re sure?” Ryan whispers, reaching down to still your hips. You lean forward to capture his mouth with yours. He sighs against your mouth and pulls back nodding. “Ok,” he says. You grin resting back against the pillows. Michael leans forward to press a kiss to Ryan’s cheek, leaning down to do the same to you. He pulls back to climb back off the bed, but you catch his hand in yours.
“Stay,” you whisper meeting his eyes. He nods, lying back down on the edge of the bed, close enough to touch and with a much better view of the action. You turn your attention back to Ryan, and lean up to kiss him again. He takes your mouth with extra enthusiasm leaving you breathless and wanting when he breaks the kiss. His hands lift your hips, shifting your position and you gasp loudly as he slides inside of you.
You groan, your hands gripping his back, your spine arching, and your legs crossing against the small of his back. He lets out a little half laugh, and holds his position. You squeeze your muscles around him, loving the feel of him inside of you for the first time. He’s not as long as Michael, but he’s wider, fuller. He stretches you in a different way, and you clench around him in slightly pained pleasure. His fingers move against your clit and you cry out, clutching at his back. He laughs, pulling his hand away. You whine a little but he shifts his angle and gives one long slow rocking thrust. He reaches deep inside of you. Anything he lacks in length (compared to Michael) is made up in other areas. His strength and girth, but also in his ability to hit just the right spot inside of you.
You gaze at him in wonder, unsure how he knows your body so well. You remember a week ago how his mouth had found that spot on your neck so quickly. You look up at him, watching the sweat gathering on his temples, his face flushing with exertion. He sits up more pulling you up into his lap. You’re sitting astride him now, your body weight pressing him deeper inside of you. You gasp, breath stuttering again in reaction.
“Ryan! How’d you know the angle? How’d you know where to touch me? How? How?” you whisper, pressing your face into his neck and gasping as you rotate your hips, meeting him perfectly as he thrusts up into you, the muscles in his thighs pressing him up like your body weighs nothing. He chuckles into your hair, one hand resting on your lower back, the other cradling the back of your head. His fingers thread through your hair, and he ducks down to press his mouth to yours. You let out a little choking sound as he thrusts just right inside of you.
“I’m highly observant, Cathy… you think I haven’t been taking notes for the last 10 months?” he asks. You let out a little whine, at his words. He holds you tighter to his chest, sliding deep inside of you. It’s too good. Too much and you’re going to come. You’re close and he knows it. He lays you back on the bed, releasing you to lie against the pillows. You stare up at him, legs pressed wide and up to give him room. He’s so beautiful leaning over you, it’s breathtaking. He brings his mouth to yours, kissing you lightly, slowing his pace, drawing it out for both of you. You groan, one hand going up to grip the headboard above you, the other scrambling across the bed to your left. Michael snatches it up and you’re suddenly acutely aware of the reality of your situation. Ryan is making love to you. Finally! After almost a year of wanting him, and craving him, of falling in love with him and flirting with him, he’s here. He’s inside of you and it’s him who’s making you feel this way. Ryan fucking Lochte. He presses deep adding a little hitch on the end that makes your eyes want to roll back in your head, and you make a sound you’re not sure you’ve ever made before. Michael’s hand grips yours tighter and you release the headboard to grip Ryan’s shoulder. It only takes one more rolling thrust and you’re coming.
It happens in waves, building quickly and crashing over you, ebbing and then crashing in again. Maybe it’s that it’s been over two months. Maybe it’s that it’s Ryan, which is new, and wanted, and loved. Or maybe he’s just that good. But the orgasm that takes over your system makes your toes curl, and your back arch, and you squeeze Mike’s hand so hard you discover later that your wedding rings leave a dent in two of his fingers.
You cry out, saying Ryan’s name over and over again, pleading with him to keep going, and he does as asked. He keeps pounding into you, hitting that spot just right over and over again until you’re coming a second time, and scratching your nails down his back in reaction. He groans your name at the added stimulation, and comes inside of you, rocking through the orgasm, and coming to rest on top of you loose-limbed and sated. He lays there, still pressed deep inside of you, but softening. He rests his head on your heaving chest, nestled between your breasts, and your hand comes up to card through his hair. You turn to look at Michael, tugging the other man closer into your side. He leans down pressing a kiss to Ryan’s forehead, making him smile, before pressing a similar kiss to your cheek. You’re sweaty, curls clinging to your neck and throat, face and body flushed and smile wide and undoubtedly goofy on your face. Michael laughs brushing back your hair and kissing down the slope of your nose to take your mouth with his.
He licks into you, tasting Ryan and sweat, and you. He grins, pulling back to curl up on the pillow beside you, one hand sliding under you, the other resting on Ryan’s back. He holds you close, smiling as he breathes in your ear.
“Let me know when you’re ready for round two, Cathy. I’m ready when you are!” he presses a kiss to your jaw. Mike’s words make you gasp, a ripple doing through your body at the thought, and you contract around Ryan. He grunts, letting out a laugh, and sitting up against you.
“Fuck, Mikey. I think she’s definitely ready, if that little squeeze means what I think it does.” Mike grins, turning your head to take your mouth again. Your hand slides up around his shoulders pulling him closer against you. You tug at his button up shirt, suddenly frantic for him. He pulls the shirt off over his head, taking his undershirt off with it. He captures your mouth again. Ryan shifts inside you, already hardening again and he rubs just right, making you moan into Michael’s mouth. You pant against Michael’s lips, eager for more like you haven’t been in weeks. Ryan rocks his hips thrusting a little and you undulate into the half stroke desperate to feel him again. Ryan shifts position, thrusting again and again. It’s a steady even pace this time. But he’s being mean. He’s changed the angle. It’s enough to make you moan, to get you fired up but not get you any closer to coming. You whine into Michael’s mouth, trying to shift your hips, but Ryan holds them fast to the bed, increasing his pace. You cry out and turn your attention to getting Michael free from his dress pants. He complies, stripping the material away and pressing close again. He’s impossibly hard, and he kisses you a little desperately. You grip the back of his head with one hand, tugging at his hair and moaning softly. You grip his erection with the other. The kiss breaks, with Michael moaning loudly at the feel of your hand on him. He kisses down your shoulder moving down to tease your breasts with his mouth.
Ryan grins down at you, hair hanging in his eyes, as he moves inside of you. You tighten your legs around him, letting go of Michael’s hair to touch the smooth flesh of Ryan’s lips. He takes your fingertips into his mouth, nipping at the pads and sucking a little. You gasp and his smile widens. He thrusts again and again, his breathing speeding up as his pleasure mounts. You let out a groan of frustration. It feels good. How could it not? But the angles all wrong and it’s only making your own body clench with need and desperation. You squeeze around him, and he cries out your name, his back bowing as he comes inside of you a second time. He pulls out of you tenderly, unwrapping your legs from around his waist. Your legs clamp together with need. Your hips shift with want, as Ryan collapses beside you on the other side. You whine, eyes screwing shut with desperation. You have one hand buried in your own hair, the other has abandoned Mike and is gripping the headboard above you. Your body twists with unfulfilled pleasure. Michael makes shushing sounds, using his big hands to pry your legs apart. He settles between them and your eyes fly open to meet his.
“Cathy?” he whispers, one hand supporting his weight near you shoulder, the other cradling your neck to bring your lips up to his. You kiss him deeply, your arms locking around him to keep him close to you. He smiles, kissing you back. He releases your neck to reach down and pull up your left thigh. You spread for him, eager and waiting. He presses forward and your eyes roll back in your head.
It’s like coming home. Ryan’s amazing, you love him, and he was wonderful, but this is Michael! Michael! Who has been your husband and lover for years. His cock sliding inside of you is as perfect as you can imagine it to be. It’s just what you’ve been wanting, craving for two months. It’s just as long as you want, just as wide and full inside of you as you’ve come to expect. It curves just the right way to make your thighs tingle, and he knows your body so well he hardly has to try. He pulls up on your left knee, tilting your pelvis up and he immediately hits that perfect button inside of you. You cry out his name, arms pulling his body to yours. He kisses across your face, pressing his mouth to any area of exposed skin on your face, neck and chest, everywhere he can reach. He stops briefly to listen to your heart beating wildly in your chest, before straightening up and letting himself go. Ryan’s thrusts had been slow and deep, taking their time and savoring every sensation of being inside of you. Michael’s are quicker, less tender but no less loving. He knows you and it shows. The hand on your thigh slides, up and under to support your lower back, and Michael continues to rock into you at a fast hard pace that has you rushing for the tipping point in what seems like only seconds.
You reach your peak, crying out loudly, screaming his name over and over again. Body clamping down and around Michael’s in every way it can. He cries out, groaning your name and coming inside of you. You gasp for air, feeling sore and sticky, and exhausted. Your legs drop down to the bed on either side of him, and you wince a little as he slides out of you slowly, leaving you feeling almost painfully empty. He stretches out along your side, putting his arm around you and hugging you close. You lay there for a moment, trying to catch your breath, staring up at the ceiling, watching shadows dance there in the light of the candles. You let your head rest on Michael’s shoulder, glad for his warmth pressed all along your side.
You turn your head to look at Ryan, desperate to have him touching you again. He’s curled up on his side watching you, a big old grin lighting up his face, and skin still slightly flushed. His curly hair as sweaty and as rumpled as you are sure that yours is. You smile at him, reaching out a hand in his direction to tug him closer. You turn slightly onto your side, pressing your back into Michael’s warmth, his arm curling further around your middle. Ryan moves closer, sliding up against you, chest to chest, face to face. He touches your cheek with one hand, sliding it down your arm, across Michael’s forearm, and down to rest on your hip.
“Thank you,” you whisper grinning at him. He purses his lips.
“What are you thanking me for? We should be thanking you!” he replies. You roll your hips a little humming in appreciation.
“I think thank yous are due all around than!” you reply. You turn a little looking back over your shoulder at Michael. He’s drowsing a little, eyes half lidded, as he smiles down at you. “Thank you, Michael,” you say sincerely. He blinks a second, waking up fully, before grinning widely.
“Thank you, Cathy,” he whispers, leaning forward to claim your mouth with a kiss. You sigh, suckling at his mouth, letting his tongue in to press against your own. You moan shifting your legs together in want. He breaks the kiss, chuckling in wonder. “Again? Already?” he asks. You blush beet red in embarrassment ducking your head away, but Ryan’s right there when you turn your face, ready and willing to claim your mouth for himself. You gasp, opening your mouth to his eagerly. Michael laughs behind you, releasing your waist and guiding Ryan’s hand down off of your hip to the back of your thigh. Together they pull your leg up and back, hooking your calf over Michael’s knee, Ryan holds your leg there, allowing Michael’s hand room to roam.
His fingers trace down your stomach, circling your belly-button, and making you giggle around Ryan’s kiss. But he doesn’t stop. He goes further, reaching down to press between your folds. You’re still wet from before. Three of your own orgasms, plus the product of three of theirs combined, makes you slick and wet. He presses the heel of his palm to your pelvic bone, his middle finger finding your clit and slowly tracing once around the small nub. You gasp out loud, breaking the kiss, and rocking your hips up into Michael’s hand. He laughs into your ear, pressing his mouth to the side of your neck. “We’re quite capable of taking care of that for you, my love,” he whispers. Ryan nods in agreement, and unceremoniously starts sliding down the bed. You watch him go with wide eyes, seeing him licking his lips as he slides further and further down the bed. The hand he’s kept on your knee suddenly pushes it up further, stretching you open for him.
You start to tremble, still honestly surprised that it is Ryan doing this for you. But Michael seems unphased, watching his lover reach out to lick, and kiss, and suck at the sex of his wife. He seems to light up with glee at the notion, and stays unusually quiet as Ryan presses his mouth between your legs.
His mouth is hot and lush as he kisses down your center. He flicks his tongue around your clit, moving further down to lick inside of you. You cry out, going tense in Michael’s arms. Your thighs shake, muscles flexing as you’re held open and explored with tongue and lips and fingers. Ryan is magnificent at this, at taking you apart, and putting you back together again. One of your hands threads through Michael’s the other slides down to rest in Ryan’s hair. You rock your hips into his motions, pressing back into Michael and forward into Ryan’s mouth. The pleasure mounts and mounts again until you are practically howling with need. When you come again you’re almost delirious with it, clutching at Ryan and Michael, your eyes rolling back in your head with the release.
You must pass out because when you come too, the three of you are under the covers and the candles are all blown out. Ryan and Michael are talking quietly above you, and you’re curled up on Ryan’s chest, Michael still pressed all along your back. They’re whispering to each other, using their height advantage to share kisses over your head. You moan curling your left leg up over Ryan’s legs, and pressing closer, you arm sliding up around his waist.
“You guys are going to spoil me if you keep this up. Promise me it won’t always be like this. I don’t think I can handle this much sex on a regular basis. My brain will turn to mush,” you groan, eyes still closed. Ryan’s chest rumbles with his laughter and you can hear Mike laughing behind you.
“I think this is a special occasion, but at least now you know why Ryan makes me moan the way he does,” Mike says, kissing the side of your neck again. You moan. It’s a happy little sound, and blink your eyes open, turning your head up to look at Ryan. He grins down at you.
“I try my best,” he says kissing your forehead. You sigh smiling up at him.
“I’m going to be so sore tomorrow,” you whisper. Michael laughs behind you.
“Want us to kiss it better,” he teases. You groan, pulling your leg off of Ryan’s and squeezing your thighs together.
“NO…” you whine. “My lady bits are off limits for at least the next 12 hours,” you reply. Ryan laughs loudly, combing a hand through your hair.
“Good that means we can get one last romp in before Debbie brings home the Munchkin!” he says. You groan, pressing a hand to your face, flushing with embarrassment and pleasure.
You love them, and the sex is amazing. They’re great with each other and they’re great with you, and if last night had been a sign of things to come, then you were looking at a wonderful, and exceedingly pleasurable future, filled with love and laughter and everything that’s good. You fall asleep listening to Ryan’s heart beat, with Michael’s steady breathing in your ear. In the morning you’ll call Debbie’s to check on Ryanne and make arrangements for your mother-in-law to bring her back around dinner time. As soon as you hang up the phone and roll back over you’ll find Ryan and Michael going at it like teenagers, and you’ll eagerly sit back to watch, sore as hell from the night before and not particularly wanting some of your own right then. You’ll watch them wrestle and laugh and love and when they’re finished, curl up with them a while and talk. And later after you’ve finally pulled yourselves out of the bed, and gone down to make lunch you’ll find yourself back in your shared bed, being made love to by first Michael, and then Ryan. Both of them being slow and taking their time, getting you off over and over again before coming themselves. When Debbie arrives you’ll be loose limbed and smiley. She’ll grin at you knowingly when you take Ryanne out of her arms cradling your daughter to your chest and smiling at her.
“Thank you sooo much, Mom,” you say grinning at her. She’ll laugh a little setting the baby’s carrier and bags down on the floor near the front door. She’ll grin at you again, pulling you into a brief hug before kissing Ryanne on the forehead and saying goodbye. She’ll wave and wink as she closes the door behind herself.
You love Debbie, you really do. The woman is a frickin’ Saint. And hey, any woman who’ll take their grandchild overnight so that their son and daughter-in-law can get their game on deserves a gold star in your book. You lock the door behind her, shutting out the world again. Mike and Ryan had reluctantly gotten dressed and you find them in the living room camped out in front of the TV with game controllers in your hands. You plopped down beside them, Ryanne giggling in your arms as you lay her down in the V of your legs. They both put down their controllers to coo at her, Ryan reaching out to tickle her, and Mike bending down to kiss her little chubby cheeks. You smile and you’re content. This is family. This is home.
The new house is finished, built just the way you all wanted it. In December, you move in, with just enough time to get it decorated for Christmas. Ryan goes down to Florida. He’s put his house up for sale, and is back a week later with a moving van full of stuff. No one questions the possibility that Ryan won’t be there long term.
The three of you are so right together. You work well together, and you’ve never felt so loved in your life.
Time passes.
On to Part 6/6
That night you fall asleep with Mike pressed to your back, and Ryan tucked in against your front, his big hand wrapped around your side. Ryan had fallen asleep first, Michael second. You lay awake counting his eyes-lashes, and feeling his breath on your face. He’s so beautiful, and you think for a moment that you’ve fallen in love with him. You reach out and brush one wayward curl off his cheek, tucking it behind his ear. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat, and pull your hand quickly away. You tug Michael closer against your back, pulling his arm further around your waist. He sighs in your ear, and you startle, sure that he’d been asleep before.
“It’s ok,” Michael whispers. You tense against him, unsure what to say. “Cathy,” he presses a kiss to your ear. You don’t know why but you feel tears come to your eyes. “Shh,” he whispers, rolling away from you and tugging you over onto your back. You look up at him, tears leaking slowly from your eyes. He wipes them away, laying against your side, and speaking softly in your ear. “You’re in love with him,” he says. You shake your head, but he shushes you. “It’s ok. Stop freaking out. It’s been happening for months.” You look at him in confusion. “What was it you said to me almost a year ago? ‘All that blonde hair, and hazel-blue eyes, and tan skin. You’ve seen him in the water. He’s poetry in motion. A lot of what you find physically attractive about me, is mirrored in him too.’” He grins, and you blush, putting a hand to your face in embarrassment. He laughs a little leaning down he presses a kiss to your mouth, kissing you chastely and letting you go a moment later. “I think we make him happy. All of us. You, me, Ryanne. We’re what he needs right now. I’m not sure how long that will last, but…” he pauses and he suddenly looks sad. “I’m not going to argue with it. I’m going to enjoy having him here, in our lives every day for as long as we get to keep him.” You sigh, sliding your arm around him. You lean forward kissing his jaw.
“He’s not a dog we can just adopt…” you whisper. He shakes his head.
“I know. He’s a grown man. He can make his own decisions. But if this works, what we have, the family we’ve built… Why deny your feelings for him? Why not complete the circle?” he asks. You sigh, closing your eyes. Your chest feels tight; your breathing constricted. You turn your head and look at Ryan, his face is relaxed in sleep, his full lips parted and his long eyelashes resting on his cheekbones. You ache for him, and it’s not just your hormones talking. You love him. There is no use denying it. You love his smile and his body, but the way his brain works. His sense of humor, and his kind nature. You love how he makes Michael light up, and rocks Ryanne to sleep, whispering completely inappropriate song lyrics to her, and promising way more bling than any baby could ever need. You like the way he hugs you, like he can’t get enough, and looks at you, like you’re amazing. You like shopping with him, watching TV with him, picking out books for him to read and have him not only read them but enjoy reading them.
“Oh shit…” you whisper. Michael chuckles in response kissing your cheek again.
“Just think about it, would you. That big brain of yours can solve any problem. Put it to work on this one!” he whispers. He snuggles back into his pillow and is soon snoring softly into your shoulder. You stay awake a long time.
You sleep in the next morning, and wake up to the smell of cooking bacon, one of the few things Michael can make without burning. You stretch your arms up above your head, glad for the extra sleep, and grateful for whoever it was that had invented the breast pump. You sit up in bed, and smile, running your hands through your hair. The door eases open and Ryan peeks his head inside. He has Ryanne in his arms. He laughs coming inside. You stretch your arms out for the baby.
“Hey, Mama,” he says handing her over. Ryanne wiggles in your arms, making little baby noises of contentment. You grin down at her, rubbing your nose against hers. She smiles up at you, shaking her arms, little hands curled up in fists. You giggle.
“Hey, Ryan!” you say smiling up at him. He sinks down on the end of the bed, and lies back, propping himself up on one arm. “She eat?” you ask, turning back to your daughter. You rub a finger over the down growing on top of her head. The soft hair just starting to grow in is dark, which is to be expected, and still very short, but you think there might be a curl to it, which makes you smile. She yawns up at you, her mouth moving in a sucking motion, her fist going to her mouth.
“A few hours ago. Drank a whole bottle practically without stopping. Thought you might want to provide round two. Mike’s making bacon. BLTs for lunch!” he licks his lips and you roll your eyes. Ryanne whines a little in your lap and you shake your head.
“Mama knows!” you coo, shushing her. She smacks her lips and you laugh again. Pulling up your t-shirt you strip it off completely, and gather Ryanne close, lifting her out of your lap. Cradling her head in your arms, you bring her in closer. She’s an old pro at nursing now, and latches on immediately, sighing a little and beginning to eat. You use your right hand to pull a pillow over and balance it in your lap, letting some of her growing weight sit on the pillow supporting your arm. You stare down at her, listening to the little suckling sounds she makes. She’s so greedy, and you think you might have to up her to a bottle and a half at each feeding soon.
It isn’t strange having Ryan watch you feed her. After all he saw you give birth to her. This is mild in comparison. But it’s strangely intimate having him just lay there and watch, without carrying on a conversation. And he is watching, with rapt attention. Ryanne’s jaw works up and down, sucking in long hungry pulls.
“It’s so natural,” he says after a few minutes. Ryanne finishes, pulling away from your nipple and making a face. You laugh pulling her up and bringing her to your shoulder, your dirty tee flung over it for protection. You rub her back, patting a little and she burps softly. You pull her back to kiss her sweet little cheek. Turning her, you offer the other breast, and again she latches on.
“You are hungry today aren’t you! Greedy girl,” you tease. She blinks up to you, her right fist curling up and resting next to her face on your breast. You look at Ryan. “Of course, it’s natural. It’s the most natural thing in the world!” you say, smiling at him. He grins.
“Doesn’t make it any less great!” he says smiling and showing even white teeth. He groans sitting up in the bed. He stands up yawning. Bending over, he plants a kiss on your cheek, and rubs a hand down the back of the baby’s head. You ignore the way your heart skips a beat at the casual affection. “I should probably go supervise Mike in the kitchen. We don’t want any knife accidents do we?” he says heading for the door. You almost call out to him, but you stop yourself, and a moment later he’s gone. You look back down at Ryanne who is sucking lazily now, almost asleep and still attached. Her belly warm and full. You sigh, pulling her off and up; rubbing her back. She snuffles into your neck, and falls asleep, one hand tangled in your hair.
“What is Mommy going to do?” you ask her. But at just 5 weeks old and sound asleep in your arms she can’t answer you.
It’s while the three of you are eating your Michael-made BLTs, that you make the decision. Well sort of. Ryan’s grinning at Mike and picking mayo and bits of bacon out of his hair, while Michael laughs, and cleans up the lettuce that had been launched across the table. You sit picking bits of tomato out of your cleavage and shaking your head. It’s amazing to you that three thirty-something adults can turn a simple family lunch into a food fight, yet somehow it happens, and not as rarely as you’d probably like.
You stack the plates, head for the kitchen, stopping to check on Ryanne, who sated and full, is still sleeping in her downstairs crib in the corner. You return to the dining room and aren’t the least bit surprised to find Ryan and Mike practically making out. They’re about two steps away from doing it on the dining room table again. And while the image doesn’t horrify you like it had back in March, it’s still not something you necessarily want to see just then. Maybe it’s the stress of last night, or the gritty feel of bits of greasy bacon in your bra, but you find yourself snapping at them without knowing quite why.
“Guys! Seriously? Right now? Don’t you ever take a rest?!” they freeze, pulling apart. As soon as the words leave your mouth you want to take them back. Horrified at your own reaction, you clamp a hand over your mouth. Ryanne wakes up at the agitation in your voice and starts to cry. You feel tears springing to your eyes again, and sprint from the room in misery. You get halfway down the back hallway and stop, sobbing quietly. You hear Mike’s voice talking to the baby, trying to soothe her, and a moment later footsteps coming up behind you. You wipe frantically at your cheeks trying to compose yourself.
“Cathy?” it’s Ryan and you feel some unknown thing curl tighter up inside of you. “I’m sorry. I know we’ve been kind of,” you cut him off.
“No. You have nothing to be sorry for! You’ve both been great. I just…” you shake your head, unable to turn to look at him. He steps up behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder. You half want to shrug him off and push him away, half want to turn into him and let him hug you tight. Instead you stand tense, leaning against the wall and avoiding his eyes.
“Cathy if you need me to back off, or to go, to give you guys some time alone with Ry, as just a family, just tell me and I’ll be on the first plane out!” he says it so sincerely, like he really would understand. It makes the hard tight feeling in your chest break lose. You spin around, pushing him back away from you and into the far wall. You press him up against it, knowing you only got away with it because you’d taken him completely by surprise. You lean up, pressing your mouth to his, one hand fisting the front of his t-shirt, the other going up to the back of his neck, tugging him down and in for easier access. It only takes him a moment to react. Instead of pushing you away he clutches you closer, his hands going to your hips, pulling your pelvis into his own. You gasp, and he takes control of the kiss, plundering your mouth with his own. His hands slide down your thighs, gripping them and lifting you off of the ground. Your legs wind around his waist, your hand tugging at his hair, and the other sliding around to grip his back.
He presses you to the opposite wall, and you buck against him. He loosens his hold a little, and you drop a few inches. He pushes his hips back up against yours and you howl with want. He’s hard. He’s hard and hot, and pressed right against you. Only your pajama bottoms, and a pair of his basketball shorts separating him from you. You pant, against his mouth, leaning closer to bite at his bottom lip. He whines against your mouth, one hand sliding up the inside of your shorts leg to press against your sex. You make a needy desperate sound, and his fingers sink inside of you. Your head flings back to press against the wall and he rotates his hand, pressing deeper, his thumb finding and circling your clit. You spasm against him grunting at the pleasure spreading quickly through your system. Your legs tighten around him, pulling his hand in deeper and his lips find that spot on your neck. The spot Michael always goes for when he wants you to come right fucking then. It does the trick, and you contract around his fingers, moaning into his shoulder, and biting down on the muscle there. He grunts, pressing himself against you again, his fingers still working.
The pleasure rolls through you in long beautiful waves that have you rocking in his arms and whimpering his name over and over again. He pulls his hand away after a long moment, just as the waves are starting to ebb. Bringing his hand up to examine it, you watch him take the tips into his mouth. You moan, pulling the hand away and diving for his lips again. He plants his hand against the wall behind you, the other still holding you up in the air, pressed you all along his body. He thrusts against you, and you gasp, tightening your legs around his hips. Your mouth pulls away from his to suck greedily for air. He whispers your name, the word breaking when he moans. His breathing picks up and you kiss his mouth again, pulling him into you. Your lips slide up following one cheekbone up and over. You want him inside of you desperately. His shoulders tense and you reach up to press a kiss to his lips. It’s a loving kiss, gentle, easy. He chokes against you coming with a desperate cry. You sigh, letting him breathe against you, his head falling down to rest on your shoulder. He loosens his grip on your ass and your legs fall down to support your weight again. You think for a second that your knees will give out but he holds onto you until he’s sure you’re ok to stand. You’re both panting for air and you smile feeling a little dazed. You feel on edge, like the right stimulation would make you orgasm all over again. It’s a pleasant feeling, an exciting feeling. You look up at him afraid you might find regret shining back at you in his eyes. But he’s grinning.
“Well, that was new,” he teases. You smack him in the shoulder. He laughs then and you blush again, turning away. He tugs you close again pulling you into a full body hug. You lean against him, letting him hug you tight.
“Thank you. I really, really, needed that, Ryan,” you whisper into his shirt.
“My pleasure. I am available any time!” he grins. You laugh into his shoulder, feeling more relaxed than you have in weeks. The sound of a clearing throat has you peeking around Ryan’s shoulder. Mike stands at the end of the hallway. He’s got Ryanne asleep in his arms and a big grin on his face.
“That…” he says emphatically, “was hot!” Ryan laughs, and you groan, ducking back behind him in embarrassment. Mike chuckles, making his way down the hallway. He tugs you away from Ryan by the arm, pulling your unresisting body closer to his own. Your legs still feel shaky. He adjusts the baby and pulls you closer. Tipping your face up to his, he leans down taking your mouth, and you groan, melting into his side. Pulling back, he wipes a hand down the side of your face, brushing hair off your cheekbone. He’s grinning as he leans forward to whisper in your ear. “You taste like him!” he says brightly, kissing your ear. You feel your whole body flush, and your knees give out. It’s Ryan who catches you, lifting you up and carrying you toward the living room, Mike following behind laughing quietly so as to not wake the baby. You’re embarrassed and suddenly you desperately need a nap.
Ryan lays you down on the couch, and starts to step away, but you tug him back by the hand. He sits down beside you and you sit up a little, pulling him closer. You kiss him again, only this time it’s soft, and gentle, and almost innocent. When you stop the kiss you lean your forehead against his. You close your eyes and just breathe.
“You okay?” Ryan asks. You nod smiling.
“I just…” you pause, and his forehead creases as he watches you search for words. “I think I’m falling a little bit in love with you. And it’s ok if you don’t feel that way about me. I know how much you love Michael. I just wanted you to know that I don’t want you to go. I don’t want you to leave so Mike and I can be alone with Ryanne. That’s not what I want. I don’t want you thinking that if you left there wouldn’t be this giant Lochte sized hole in our lives where you belonged and,” your rambling is cut off when he kisses you again. This one isn’t innocent. It’s intense and deep and passionate. One of his hands sinks into your hair and the other slides down around your back, pulling your body closer to his. It’s when you’re contemplating climbing up into his lap and rubbing yourself against him like a big cat, that Mike starts laughing again. You break away turning to glare at your husband.
“You guys are so cute!” he says teasingly. Ryan’s up off the couch a second later, tackling Michael to the ground. The baby thankfully was sitting in her bouncy chair near the fireplace, where Mike had put her. She’s awake again, but not crying. She sits sucking on her own fingers and watching the goings on in apparent amusement. She laughed a little when Michael hit the floor with Ryan on top of him, both of them laughing loudly as they tussled back and forth. You roll your eyes laying back to rest your head on a throw pillow.
“You think you’d be more supportive, Mikey! Your boyfriend and your wife falling in lurve with each other!” Ryan teases, holding Michael’s hands to the carpet. Mike grins up at him, face flushed, and goes still.
“You might want to tell her that,” Mike suggests. Ryan freezes turning to look at you. You’ve curled up on your side, on the couch. You lie there watching their antics and laughing. Your eyes meet his and it’s another one of those moments where neither of you need to say anything. You just both get it.
“I think she knows. But just to make sure…” he grins at Mike and climbs up off of the floor. He comes to sit on the floor by the couch. You smile at him and he leans over you, sweeping hair back off your neck. His face is happy but serious. “Cathy..” he says softly. You grin at him, happiness bursting in your chest. “I’m not falling in love with you,” he says softly. He grins widely, at the shocked sound Mike lets out, but you know what’s probably coming and grin. “I’ve already fallen in love with you!” he says, leaning forward to take your mouth with his. You let out a breathy sort of moan, and tug him closer. Mike bursts out laughing.
“Hey! Knock it off. She’s got a moratorium on the good stuff for 6 more days!” Mike announces, tugging Ryan away from you. You whine a little in protest, and Ryan falls backward laughing.
“Just because she can’t have sex sex, doesn’t mean we can’t get her off a couple more times!” Ryan argues. That stops you and Michael cold. “Didn’t think of that did ya!?” Ryan says, struggling out of Mike’s slack grip and diving for you again. This time, Michael joins him.
That was just the beginning. The end of the week can’t get there soon enough for any of you.
You’re not sure what you’re expecting when you get home that day. You are probably expecting to come in, late from taking Ryanne to her six week check-up, and find Ryan and Mike stretched out across the living room floor eating pizza and playing video games. Or alternatively, waiting for you to make dinner. You imagine that after you’ve all eaten, and cleaned the dishes, and put Ryanne down for the night, that you’ll all climb into bed together. That you’ll finally get what you’ve been wanting for weeks. So when you pull up to the house, and find Debbie’s car parked behind Michael’s you’re confused and slightly irritated. You love Debbie. She’s a wonderful woman, a great mother, and a fantastic grandmother. But you don’ t necessarily feel up to three hours of chit chat and concerned questions. Inquiries about your milk production, and talk of diapers and the correct way to burp your daughter. Debbie takes her role of grandma and as a teacher very literally sometimes.
You take a deep steadying breath, and leave the car, closing the door quietly behind you. Ryanne is asleep in her carrier. You release it from the seat base and head for the door toting one baby, one diaper bag, and the bag Ryan has taken to calling your Mommy Purse. It’s big and heavy and filled with all the things you suddenly need, now that you have a baby with you almost 24/7. When you stick your key in the lock, the door flies open and Debbie’s there. She pulls you into an enthusiastic hug and your eyes go wide. Mike’s in the doorway to the foyer, barefoot and grinning at you, arms crossed over his own chest. You roll your eyes and pull back from Debbie.
“Hey, Mom!” you say in greeting, squeezing past her to shut the door. She grins at you.
“You look wonderful, Cathy!” she says, taking the bag off your arm, and focusing her eyes on Ryanne’s face. “Oh she’s getting so big!” she coos. “I’m so glad you finally decided to let me take her for the night. Between Ryan and little Ryanne being in the house, you and Michael don’t get anywhere near enough time alone together. And Ryanne so needs to get to know her Grandma!” Debbie says exuberantly, pulling the carrier off your arm and hefting it up to get a closer look at Ryanne’s face. “She looks so much like her Daddy!” Debbie says. It takes a moment for you to process all of Debbie’s sentences. Then it hits you all of the sudden and you look at Michael. He sees the look on your face and reacts accordingly.
“Ma!” he says stepping forward. He takes the carrier out of Debbie’s arms setting it down on the nearby coffee table. He leans down taking a stirring Ryanne out of the car seat and up into his arms. Ryanne whines, waking up at the disturbance. She blinks up at him and smiles, giggling at seeing her Daddy’s face. “There’s my little Princess!” he says bending over to kiss her cheeks. She giggles again, shaking both her hands at him. He looks up at you and you feel your face flush at the smile he gives you. “I know you weren’t expecting Mom to be here, but I wanted to spend the evening with you. I thought maybe Mom could take the baby tonight, so we could be alone,” he explains, bouncing Ryanne in his arms. You sigh. It was sweet of him to arrange this but you just don’t know. Seeing your indecision he walks to Debbie. “Take her for a minute?” he asks. Debbie nods.
“Always!” she says accepting the baby into her arms.
Mike takes your hand pulling you around the corner and into the den. He shuts the door behind you, his face turning serious as he backs you up against the solid wood support of it. Your back connects at the same moment his mouth takes yours. He plunders your mouth, his hands raking down your sides and around behind you to grip your ass. You gasp into his mouth as he pulls you up and in, your toes stretching to stay on the floor. His tongue steals your breath, and you moan a little, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist. He grins into your lips, pulling his mouth slowly away from yours. You pant against his throat, hands gripping the back of his head, threading through his dark hair.
“It’s been six weeks! I want you. Ryan wants you. I know you don’t want some stranger looking after Ry, but this is my mother. She’s not going to let anything happen to her. And if you let her go to my Mom’s for the night, we can have 24 hours with no diaper changes or burpings, or any reason at all to get out of that big bed waiting upstairs!” he whispers. You whine against his shoulder and nod.
“Ok!” you sigh. “Ok. Ok. Ok!” you whisper, nodding quickly. He laughs, rocking his hips into yours and making you cry out softly with want. He backs away and your leg drops down to touch the floor. He lets you go and you take a moment to slow your breathing. He pulls you back away from the door, leading you back to the foyer where Debbie is checking the contents of the diaper bag. She bounces as she sorts, juggling the baby expertly. She looks up at you as you come back, eyes widening with amusement and comprehension. You straighten your shoulders and clear your throat, refusing to be embarrassed.
“You’re sure you don’t mind taking her for the night, Mom?” you ask, reaching out for the baby. She hands her over, smiling widely.
“Of course I don’t mind! It’ll be good for the two of you to spend some time alone. I’ll only call if there’s an emergency, and I know all the contact numbers for her pediatrician. You guys will have a great time, and so will we!” she quips. You nod and smile down at Ryanne.
She is getting sleepy again. You kiss her little cheeks and her forehead, rubbing your fingers down the downy fuzz of her head. She gurgles with contentment in your arms. You kiss her again, closing your eyes and breathing in her little baby smell. You hug her to you, handing her over to Michael who is waiting beside you. You grin at Debbie heading to the diaper bag to help get it ready.
It takes 10 minutes for you to gather up Ryanne’s favorite blanket and toys, getting a second bag out of her closet to hold it all. You stuff in extra diapers, clothes, bibs and other essentials. Then go and fill a small cooler with bottles of breast milk from the fridge. It’s as your saying goodbye to Ryanne again that Ryan gets home. He grins at Debbie, greeting her enthusiastically, with a big hug. She seems confused at his presence but he quickly smoothes over her concern. He holds up the paper bag he’s brought with him, the smell of your favorite dishes from the local Italian restaurant filling the room.
“Brought dinner,” he says setting the bag down on living room coffee table and coming back. He kisses Debbie’s cheek. “You’re taking the munchkin for the night?” he asks. She nods.
“You need a place to stay?” she asks. “You’re always welcome.” He laughs shaking his head.
“Nah. Thanks for the offer though. I’m staying at an old friend’s house! We have a big weekend planned. UF game on TV tomorrow night, and a new club opening in the city,” he explains. She grins brightly.
“You have fun!” she says patting his back. Mike hands Ryanne over to Ryan who kisses her cheeks just like the two of you have, snuggling his nose under his chin, and handing her over to you. You smile at him, meeting his eyes and quickly looking away before your face can heat. You kiss Ryanne one more time, before buckling her into her carrier, and covering the whole thing with a baby blanket. Debbie takes it from you, pulling you into a one armed hug. You squeeze her tightly in response. “She’ll be fine,” Debbie whispers. You grin nodding.
“I trust you more than anyone else. We’ll call in the morning?” you ask. She nods, and you watch her slide out the front door, baby in tow. Michael heads out after her carrying the diaper bag, cooler, and overnight bag. You watch the door shut, feeling like half your life has just walked out the door.
Your apprehension is short lived, because Ryan has you in his arms a second later. He kisses you hungrily, backing you into the living room. He lifts you up with his big hands, dropping you to sit on the conveniently high back of the couch. You’re thankful for the dark curtains on the windows in this room, blocking curious eyes from seeing inside. You relax, letting him kiss you. His hands slide up under the back of your sweater, fingers warm on your skin. You moan, spreading your legs, and pulling him closer. He’s hard against you, and pulls your hips to the very edge of the couch back, to press tighter against you. You moan, and claw at his shoulders through his sweater. The door slams in the foyer, the lock engaging loud and echoing down the short hallway and around the corner. Ryan breaks the kiss and you gasp as he kisses down your throat. He nips at your ear, and you groan loudly. Michael’s there a second later, his arms going around Ryan’s waist, to grip your hips. You sigh, and open your eyes to look at him over Ryan’s shoulder. He grins at you.
“While I know you’ve both been waiting for this for a long time, and I am totally looking forward to sitting back and watching for a change, I really think we shouldn’t let this dinner go to waste. You’re both gonna need your strength,” he says teasingly. Ryan pulls his mouth away from yours and scrapes his teeth down your neck. When he pulls his lips away completely, you flop back to lay along the back of the couch, balanced precariously on the cushions. You groan, tugging your shirt and sweater back down your abdomen. Ryan lets you go, holding his hands in the air to keep them from delving back under your clothes. He steps back and you immediately ache for him again. He slides away leaning his back against the living room wall, and letting Michael pull you into a seated position. “Come on, Cathy. We have a surprise for you!” He takes your hand, and you hop down off the back of the couch following him down the hallway to the dining room. He flicks on the light, and you gasp.
The dining room table is set with three full place settings, linen napkins, and a bottle of wine. Ryan grins, going over to light the candles. Mike pulls you to a chair, and pulls it back for you helping you sit down, and pushing your chair in for you. You grin up at him, blushing. He pecks you on the cheek before disappearing with Ryan out of the room. A second later music starts to play and you recognize one of the slower R&B songs that gets you in the mood for romance. The two are back a moment later carrying lasagna, and crusty bread, spaghetti in an Alfredo sauce, and a small cheesecake.
Dinner lasts longer than you thought it would. The three of you eating and drinking the wine they’d chosen, listening to the music and talking. You tell them about Ryanne’s check-up at the doctor, and they talk about their day at the pool, and plans for the coming week. It’s only when the dinner plates have been cleared, the cheesecake put away to keep cold that you let your mind go there again. Ryan and Mike are laughing as they clear the table, cracking jokes, and touching each other more than they ever allow themselves too in public. You sink low in your chair and let yourselves just watch. Ryan catches sight of you, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and fixed on where Mike’s arm has slid around Ryan’s waist in casual affection. Ryan grins and nods in your direction. Michael’s eyes focus on you and he laughs.
“I think we’re ready for bed,” he suggests. You slide your eyes up to his and he smiles at you. Ryan blows out the candles on the table, and reaches for your hand.
You don’t know why you’re suddenly so nervous. You’re far, FAR from being a virgin. You’ve had everything but actual sex with Ryan, and done far more with your husband, while Ryan lies in the same bed beside you and Michael. But you are. You feel almost like it’s your first time ever, and your palms start to sweat, your eyes focusing on the floor as he leads you up the stairs, Mike turning out lights and locking doors, following right behind.
The bedroom is dark, but that doesn’t concern you, you know this room like the back of your hand. Ryan stops you in the hallways and Michael enters first, Ryan pulling you in after. You’re vaguely aware of your husband going around the room to light various candles. Ryan turns to you a few feet from the bed, pulling you close into his arms, and hugging you to him. You wind your arms around him, hugging him tight and taking deep breaths. He smells good. Like expensive cologne, and shampoo, and just a little bit like chlorine. You press a kiss to his jaw, delicate and almost chaste. He grins, cradling your head with one hand. He guides your mouth to his. Your head tilts back, resting in his palm as he takes your mouth, your hands sliding up to grip his shoulders. You gasp breaking the kiss to pant against one high cheekbone. He fights for his own breath, his free hand sliding down to tug at the bottom of your sweater. Suddenly you’re desperately hot, sweltering really in all your clothes and you want them off. Your hands yank the sweater off, following it quickly with your t-shirt, and belt. Ryan slows your hands as they attack your zipper.
“Slow,” he whispers. “I want to enjoy every moment of this,” he says pressing a kiss to your cheek, and sliding the tip of his nose down the side of your face to kiss your neck. You gasp again feeling yourself growing wet in your panties. You nod, reaching for his sweater too, pulling it up and off his broad shoulders. His t-shirt comes off with it, and you’re left with the bare expanse of his upper body spread out before you. You press a kiss to the center of his chest, kissing over to your right, so that your lips rest over the steady thumping of his heart. You stay there a moment enjoying his skin pressing against yours, before leaning back and reaching for the fly of his dress pants.
He doesn’t stop you this time, one hand stroking through your long hair, the other going around your back to unclip the hooks of your bra. You get his pants down past his hips and they fall to sit on the floor. Your own jeans following suit. You stand on tip toe, pressing your mouth to his, letting your bra slide down your arms to land at your feet. You arms come up around his neck, holding him close, your breasts pressing to his chest just perfectly. The hand on your nearly bare hip flexes there, his finger tips pressing into the flesh of your ass. His fingers trace the edge of your underwear, pulling at the panties on one side to get them off. You let one hand go down to tug from the other side, shoving the restricting fabric away to join the rest of your clothes on the floor. Ryan grins down at you, and you pull back to meet his gaze. His eyes are so blue in the low light of the bedroom, and suddenly you wish there was more light, so that you could see better. You don’t care that he’d be able to see better too. He tugs you toward the bed, where the blankets have been pulled back to sit at the end of the bed.
You climb onto the mattress, Ryan crawling up beside you. He stays close, pressing along your entire body with his own. You’re suddenly nervous again. He kisses you, nudging your legs apart with his knee so that he has room to lie between them. He braces himself on the mattress, kissing down your neck and across your collarbone. You moan as he skips over that one spot that always makes you go off like a firecracker, and instead slides further down the bed to kiss across your breasts. You’ve gotten used to the feel of his mouth on you, of his fingers teasing your clit, and pressing up inside of you. You’ve spent the last 6 days learning his body and touching him everywhere you’ve always wanted too, but his mouth still amazes you, still makes your spine arch in appreciation. You gasp and groan, one hand sliding into his soft thick hair as he sucks at your right breast, cradling it in a calloused palm, and letting it go when you tug on his curls. He looks up at you, face flushed, but confused.
“What?” he asks. You make a face.
“Milk,” you whisper. He rolls his eyes.
“It’s just milk. It’s not, like, gonna hurt me. Why should that scare me off?” he asks, pressing his mouth to your breast again. Your whole body convulses against his. His mouth is big and hot, and wet against you, the suction he’s applying steady and strong. You’d fed Ryanne at the doctor’s office, but that was several hours earlier, and it doesn’t take long for the milk to come. He takes a long pull, and the sensation goes straight to your sex, in a way it never has at Ryanne’s mouth. Your fingers tighten in his hair, and he lets your nipple go, kissing between your breasts, and reaching down between your legs. You’re wet for him, and your hips keep shifting almost without your conscious control. He grins up at you, pushing back into a sitting position. He reaches for the box on top of the bedside table. Condoms you realize. You watch him take one, coming back to brace himself over you and looking determined. Your breath catches in your throat. You don’t want that. You don’t want that between him and you. You know it’s probably stupid and irresponsible and perhaps a bit idiotic. But you love Ryan, and Ryan loves you. Michael’s there, sitting in the arm chair beside the bed watching you both and enjoying the view. Your hand closes on his, taking the condom from between his fingers. He looks up at you startled. “Cathy?” he asks.
“I don’t want it,” you whisper, tossing the condom away. You wrap your leg up around his waist and tug at his shoulders, trying to get him closer. He looks confused.
“But you could… You just had a baby. You don’t want another one. Not mine at least,” he says, reaching for the box again. You yank him closer, and he loses his balance, pressing down against you in all the right places. You groan, holding him close, not letting him pull away.
“I love you. You’re part of this family. No I’m not saying I necessarily want another baby right away, but the chances of that are slim especially at this moment in time. I want to feel you, all of you, the real you. Nothing between us,” you whisper. He looks to the right, where Michael is sitting in the armchair in the corner. Michael gets up moving over to the bed. It dips as Michael sits down beside you, stretching his long body down the length of the bed. He runs a hand down your upper arm and then up Ryan’s.
“I don’t think either of us would mind a Ryan/Cathy baby joining the family. But you of course have a part in that decision too, Lochte,” he whispers. Ryan groans, and you feel him growing harder against your thigh. You laugh, pressing your hips up to his.
“You’re sure?” Ryan whispers, reaching down to still your hips. You lean forward to capture his mouth with yours. He sighs against your mouth and pulls back nodding. “Ok,” he says. You grin resting back against the pillows. Michael leans forward to press a kiss to Ryan’s cheek, leaning down to do the same to you. He pulls back to climb back off the bed, but you catch his hand in yours.
“Stay,” you whisper meeting his eyes. He nods, lying back down on the edge of the bed, close enough to touch and with a much better view of the action. You turn your attention back to Ryan, and lean up to kiss him again. He takes your mouth with extra enthusiasm leaving you breathless and wanting when he breaks the kiss. His hands lift your hips, shifting your position and you gasp loudly as he slides inside of you.
You groan, your hands gripping his back, your spine arching, and your legs crossing against the small of his back. He lets out a little half laugh, and holds his position. You squeeze your muscles around him, loving the feel of him inside of you for the first time. He’s not as long as Michael, but he’s wider, fuller. He stretches you in a different way, and you clench around him in slightly pained pleasure. His fingers move against your clit and you cry out, clutching at his back. He laughs, pulling his hand away. You whine a little but he shifts his angle and gives one long slow rocking thrust. He reaches deep inside of you. Anything he lacks in length (compared to Michael) is made up in other areas. His strength and girth, but also in his ability to hit just the right spot inside of you.
You gaze at him in wonder, unsure how he knows your body so well. You remember a week ago how his mouth had found that spot on your neck so quickly. You look up at him, watching the sweat gathering on his temples, his face flushing with exertion. He sits up more pulling you up into his lap. You’re sitting astride him now, your body weight pressing him deeper inside of you. You gasp, breath stuttering again in reaction.
“Ryan! How’d you know the angle? How’d you know where to touch me? How? How?” you whisper, pressing your face into his neck and gasping as you rotate your hips, meeting him perfectly as he thrusts up into you, the muscles in his thighs pressing him up like your body weighs nothing. He chuckles into your hair, one hand resting on your lower back, the other cradling the back of your head. His fingers thread through your hair, and he ducks down to press his mouth to yours. You let out a little choking sound as he thrusts just right inside of you.
“I’m highly observant, Cathy… you think I haven’t been taking notes for the last 10 months?” he asks. You let out a little whine, at his words. He holds you tighter to his chest, sliding deep inside of you. It’s too good. Too much and you’re going to come. You’re close and he knows it. He lays you back on the bed, releasing you to lie against the pillows. You stare up at him, legs pressed wide and up to give him room. He’s so beautiful leaning over you, it’s breathtaking. He brings his mouth to yours, kissing you lightly, slowing his pace, drawing it out for both of you. You groan, one hand going up to grip the headboard above you, the other scrambling across the bed to your left. Michael snatches it up and you’re suddenly acutely aware of the reality of your situation. Ryan is making love to you. Finally! After almost a year of wanting him, and craving him, of falling in love with him and flirting with him, he’s here. He’s inside of you and it’s him who’s making you feel this way. Ryan fucking Lochte. He presses deep adding a little hitch on the end that makes your eyes want to roll back in your head, and you make a sound you’re not sure you’ve ever made before. Michael’s hand grips yours tighter and you release the headboard to grip Ryan’s shoulder. It only takes one more rolling thrust and you’re coming.
It happens in waves, building quickly and crashing over you, ebbing and then crashing in again. Maybe it’s that it’s been over two months. Maybe it’s that it’s Ryan, which is new, and wanted, and loved. Or maybe he’s just that good. But the orgasm that takes over your system makes your toes curl, and your back arch, and you squeeze Mike’s hand so hard you discover later that your wedding rings leave a dent in two of his fingers.
You cry out, saying Ryan’s name over and over again, pleading with him to keep going, and he does as asked. He keeps pounding into you, hitting that spot just right over and over again until you’re coming a second time, and scratching your nails down his back in reaction. He groans your name at the added stimulation, and comes inside of you, rocking through the orgasm, and coming to rest on top of you loose-limbed and sated. He lays there, still pressed deep inside of you, but softening. He rests his head on your heaving chest, nestled between your breasts, and your hand comes up to card through his hair. You turn to look at Michael, tugging the other man closer into your side. He leans down pressing a kiss to Ryan’s forehead, making him smile, before pressing a similar kiss to your cheek. You’re sweaty, curls clinging to your neck and throat, face and body flushed and smile wide and undoubtedly goofy on your face. Michael laughs brushing back your hair and kissing down the slope of your nose to take your mouth with his.
He licks into you, tasting Ryan and sweat, and you. He grins, pulling back to curl up on the pillow beside you, one hand sliding under you, the other resting on Ryan’s back. He holds you close, smiling as he breathes in your ear.
“Let me know when you’re ready for round two, Cathy. I’m ready when you are!” he presses a kiss to your jaw. Mike’s words make you gasp, a ripple doing through your body at the thought, and you contract around Ryan. He grunts, letting out a laugh, and sitting up against you.
“Fuck, Mikey. I think she’s definitely ready, if that little squeeze means what I think it does.” Mike grins, turning your head to take your mouth again. Your hand slides up around his shoulders pulling him closer against you. You tug at his button up shirt, suddenly frantic for him. He pulls the shirt off over his head, taking his undershirt off with it. He captures your mouth again. Ryan shifts inside you, already hardening again and he rubs just right, making you moan into Michael’s mouth. You pant against Michael’s lips, eager for more like you haven’t been in weeks. Ryan rocks his hips thrusting a little and you undulate into the half stroke desperate to feel him again. Ryan shifts position, thrusting again and again. It’s a steady even pace this time. But he’s being mean. He’s changed the angle. It’s enough to make you moan, to get you fired up but not get you any closer to coming. You whine into Michael’s mouth, trying to shift your hips, but Ryan holds them fast to the bed, increasing his pace. You cry out and turn your attention to getting Michael free from his dress pants. He complies, stripping the material away and pressing close again. He’s impossibly hard, and he kisses you a little desperately. You grip the back of his head with one hand, tugging at his hair and moaning softly. You grip his erection with the other. The kiss breaks, with Michael moaning loudly at the feel of your hand on him. He kisses down your shoulder moving down to tease your breasts with his mouth.
Ryan grins down at you, hair hanging in his eyes, as he moves inside of you. You tighten your legs around him, letting go of Michael’s hair to touch the smooth flesh of Ryan’s lips. He takes your fingertips into his mouth, nipping at the pads and sucking a little. You gasp and his smile widens. He thrusts again and again, his breathing speeding up as his pleasure mounts. You let out a groan of frustration. It feels good. How could it not? But the angles all wrong and it’s only making your own body clench with need and desperation. You squeeze around him, and he cries out your name, his back bowing as he comes inside of you a second time. He pulls out of you tenderly, unwrapping your legs from around his waist. Your legs clamp together with need. Your hips shift with want, as Ryan collapses beside you on the other side. You whine, eyes screwing shut with desperation. You have one hand buried in your own hair, the other has abandoned Mike and is gripping the headboard above you. Your body twists with unfulfilled pleasure. Michael makes shushing sounds, using his big hands to pry your legs apart. He settles between them and your eyes fly open to meet his.
“Cathy?” he whispers, one hand supporting his weight near you shoulder, the other cradling your neck to bring your lips up to his. You kiss him deeply, your arms locking around him to keep him close to you. He smiles, kissing you back. He releases your neck to reach down and pull up your left thigh. You spread for him, eager and waiting. He presses forward and your eyes roll back in your head.
It’s like coming home. Ryan’s amazing, you love him, and he was wonderful, but this is Michael! Michael! Who has been your husband and lover for years. His cock sliding inside of you is as perfect as you can imagine it to be. It’s just what you’ve been wanting, craving for two months. It’s just as long as you want, just as wide and full inside of you as you’ve come to expect. It curves just the right way to make your thighs tingle, and he knows your body so well he hardly has to try. He pulls up on your left knee, tilting your pelvis up and he immediately hits that perfect button inside of you. You cry out his name, arms pulling his body to yours. He kisses across your face, pressing his mouth to any area of exposed skin on your face, neck and chest, everywhere he can reach. He stops briefly to listen to your heart beating wildly in your chest, before straightening up and letting himself go. Ryan’s thrusts had been slow and deep, taking their time and savoring every sensation of being inside of you. Michael’s are quicker, less tender but no less loving. He knows you and it shows. The hand on your thigh slides, up and under to support your lower back, and Michael continues to rock into you at a fast hard pace that has you rushing for the tipping point in what seems like only seconds.
You reach your peak, crying out loudly, screaming his name over and over again. Body clamping down and around Michael’s in every way it can. He cries out, groaning your name and coming inside of you. You gasp for air, feeling sore and sticky, and exhausted. Your legs drop down to the bed on either side of him, and you wince a little as he slides out of you slowly, leaving you feeling almost painfully empty. He stretches out along your side, putting his arm around you and hugging you close. You lay there for a moment, trying to catch your breath, staring up at the ceiling, watching shadows dance there in the light of the candles. You let your head rest on Michael’s shoulder, glad for his warmth pressed all along your side.
You turn your head to look at Ryan, desperate to have him touching you again. He’s curled up on his side watching you, a big old grin lighting up his face, and skin still slightly flushed. His curly hair as sweaty and as rumpled as you are sure that yours is. You smile at him, reaching out a hand in his direction to tug him closer. You turn slightly onto your side, pressing your back into Michael’s warmth, his arm curling further around your middle. Ryan moves closer, sliding up against you, chest to chest, face to face. He touches your cheek with one hand, sliding it down your arm, across Michael’s forearm, and down to rest on your hip.
“Thank you,” you whisper grinning at him. He purses his lips.
“What are you thanking me for? We should be thanking you!” he replies. You roll your hips a little humming in appreciation.
“I think thank yous are due all around than!” you reply. You turn a little looking back over your shoulder at Michael. He’s drowsing a little, eyes half lidded, as he smiles down at you. “Thank you, Michael,” you say sincerely. He blinks a second, waking up fully, before grinning widely.
“Thank you, Cathy,” he whispers, leaning forward to claim your mouth with a kiss. You sigh, suckling at his mouth, letting his tongue in to press against your own. You moan shifting your legs together in want. He breaks the kiss, chuckling in wonder. “Again? Already?” he asks. You blush beet red in embarrassment ducking your head away, but Ryan’s right there when you turn your face, ready and willing to claim your mouth for himself. You gasp, opening your mouth to his eagerly. Michael laughs behind you, releasing your waist and guiding Ryan’s hand down off of your hip to the back of your thigh. Together they pull your leg up and back, hooking your calf over Michael’s knee, Ryan holds your leg there, allowing Michael’s hand room to roam.
His fingers trace down your stomach, circling your belly-button, and making you giggle around Ryan’s kiss. But he doesn’t stop. He goes further, reaching down to press between your folds. You’re still wet from before. Three of your own orgasms, plus the product of three of theirs combined, makes you slick and wet. He presses the heel of his palm to your pelvic bone, his middle finger finding your clit and slowly tracing once around the small nub. You gasp out loud, breaking the kiss, and rocking your hips up into Michael’s hand. He laughs into your ear, pressing his mouth to the side of your neck. “We’re quite capable of taking care of that for you, my love,” he whispers. Ryan nods in agreement, and unceremoniously starts sliding down the bed. You watch him go with wide eyes, seeing him licking his lips as he slides further and further down the bed. The hand he’s kept on your knee suddenly pushes it up further, stretching you open for him.
You start to tremble, still honestly surprised that it is Ryan doing this for you. But Michael seems unphased, watching his lover reach out to lick, and kiss, and suck at the sex of his wife. He seems to light up with glee at the notion, and stays unusually quiet as Ryan presses his mouth between your legs.
His mouth is hot and lush as he kisses down your center. He flicks his tongue around your clit, moving further down to lick inside of you. You cry out, going tense in Michael’s arms. Your thighs shake, muscles flexing as you’re held open and explored with tongue and lips and fingers. Ryan is magnificent at this, at taking you apart, and putting you back together again. One of your hands threads through Michael’s the other slides down to rest in Ryan’s hair. You rock your hips into his motions, pressing back into Michael and forward into Ryan’s mouth. The pleasure mounts and mounts again until you are practically howling with need. When you come again you’re almost delirious with it, clutching at Ryan and Michael, your eyes rolling back in your head with the release.
You must pass out because when you come too, the three of you are under the covers and the candles are all blown out. Ryan and Michael are talking quietly above you, and you’re curled up on Ryan’s chest, Michael still pressed all along your back. They’re whispering to each other, using their height advantage to share kisses over your head. You moan curling your left leg up over Ryan’s legs, and pressing closer, you arm sliding up around his waist.
“You guys are going to spoil me if you keep this up. Promise me it won’t always be like this. I don’t think I can handle this much sex on a regular basis. My brain will turn to mush,” you groan, eyes still closed. Ryan’s chest rumbles with his laughter and you can hear Mike laughing behind you.
“I think this is a special occasion, but at least now you know why Ryan makes me moan the way he does,” Mike says, kissing the side of your neck again. You moan. It’s a happy little sound, and blink your eyes open, turning your head up to look at Ryan. He grins down at you.
“I try my best,” he says kissing your forehead. You sigh smiling up at him.
“I’m going to be so sore tomorrow,” you whisper. Michael laughs behind you.
“Want us to kiss it better,” he teases. You groan, pulling your leg off of Ryan’s and squeezing your thighs together.
“NO…” you whine. “My lady bits are off limits for at least the next 12 hours,” you reply. Ryan laughs loudly, combing a hand through your hair.
“Good that means we can get one last romp in before Debbie brings home the Munchkin!” he says. You groan, pressing a hand to your face, flushing with embarrassment and pleasure.
You love them, and the sex is amazing. They’re great with each other and they’re great with you, and if last night had been a sign of things to come, then you were looking at a wonderful, and exceedingly pleasurable future, filled with love and laughter and everything that’s good. You fall asleep listening to Ryan’s heart beat, with Michael’s steady breathing in your ear. In the morning you’ll call Debbie’s to check on Ryanne and make arrangements for your mother-in-law to bring her back around dinner time. As soon as you hang up the phone and roll back over you’ll find Ryan and Michael going at it like teenagers, and you’ll eagerly sit back to watch, sore as hell from the night before and not particularly wanting some of your own right then. You’ll watch them wrestle and laugh and love and when they’re finished, curl up with them a while and talk. And later after you’ve finally pulled yourselves out of the bed, and gone down to make lunch you’ll find yourself back in your shared bed, being made love to by first Michael, and then Ryan. Both of them being slow and taking their time, getting you off over and over again before coming themselves. When Debbie arrives you’ll be loose limbed and smiley. She’ll grin at you knowingly when you take Ryanne out of her arms cradling your daughter to your chest and smiling at her.
“Thank you sooo much, Mom,” you say grinning at her. She’ll laugh a little setting the baby’s carrier and bags down on the floor near the front door. She’ll grin at you again, pulling you into a brief hug before kissing Ryanne on the forehead and saying goodbye. She’ll wave and wink as she closes the door behind herself.
You love Debbie, you really do. The woman is a frickin’ Saint. And hey, any woman who’ll take their grandchild overnight so that their son and daughter-in-law can get their game on deserves a gold star in your book. You lock the door behind her, shutting out the world again. Mike and Ryan had reluctantly gotten dressed and you find them in the living room camped out in front of the TV with game controllers in your hands. You plopped down beside them, Ryanne giggling in your arms as you lay her down in the V of your legs. They both put down their controllers to coo at her, Ryan reaching out to tickle her, and Mike bending down to kiss her little chubby cheeks. You smile and you’re content. This is family. This is home.
The new house is finished, built just the way you all wanted it. In December, you move in, with just enough time to get it decorated for Christmas. Ryan goes down to Florida. He’s put his house up for sale, and is back a week later with a moving van full of stuff. No one questions the possibility that Ryan won’t be there long term.
The three of you are so right together. You work well together, and you’ve never felt so loved in your life.
Time passes.
On to Part 6/6
