Author's note: More Swan Jones trio! Enjoy!
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Chapter 6
Liam tucked his uniform back in his bag; he was finally through with his mission. One day spent inspecting nuclear submarines, the next at Firth of Forth inspecting the new Queen Elizabeth class aircraft carriers. In a few short hours, he would be on a plane home. It felt good, knowing he would see his family. They might be forgiving of his recent behavior, but he still wanted to make amends. He owed them that much. He managed to convince the pilot ferrying him all over the country to fly back to London that night, promising a glowing recommendation for a new billet. And a pint at the nearby pub.
A small price to pay to get home.
Liam left his bag with the clerk at the hangar, then headed for the main gate. He was in a good mood, buoyed by the knowledge of what awaited him. In the days before Emma came into their lives, Liam would often come home to an empty house, Killian out with friends or on a date. He hadn't realized how lonely he was, not back then. Meeting Emma was a jolt to his system, shaking him out of his complacency, really forcing him to live. It hadn't always been easy. Accepting he and his brother loved the same woman threw his carefully ordered world into a chaos, but Liam never regretted it. Never regretted allowing her into his heart. How could he, when he felt so alive?
The pub was a bit shabby, but Liam suspected it was that way on purpose. It clearly catered to the Naval clientele; pictures of ships, sailors of all stripes and other mementos lined the paneled walls. Since it was a Friday night, it was busy, men from the shipyard, unwinding after a long week. Some of them looked a bit rough, but the ones Liam had met on his inspection were polite enough. Besides, he didn't plan on being there long.
"Wha ken I get ya?"
He was in a celebratory mood. "Your best whiskey?"
The bartender, middle aged, a bit stooped with thinning brown hair, nodded. "Could be expensive."
"Not a problem."
"You a sailor?"
"Aye, a captain actually. But I'm stationed in London."
"London?" The man plopped a glass tumbler on the bar top and poured some golden brown liquid into it. "What in heaven's name are ya doin' here then?"
"Inspection tour. But I'm going home tonight."
"Got a lass waitin' for ya?" The man replied with a knowing smirk.
Liam held up his hand. "My wife."
"Judgin' by your grin, I'd say she's misses ya."
"Not nearly as much as I do her."
The man seemed amused by him, chuckling to himself as he went to fill another order. There was a telly in the corner, old; the picture had lines running through it. It looked to be a local broadcast, so he didn't pay it much attention. Alfie arrived just as Liam was finishing his drink.
"Started without me, Jones?"
"I wasn't aware you needed to be here for me to drink."
"You're buying, mate."
"Just one," Liam argued. "You still need to fly."
"True. What's your poison?"
He swirled the dregs in the glass. "Whiskey. Good stuff."
Alfie nodded at the barkeep. "I'll have another of those."
Liam's new friend glanced at him, but he nodded, indicating another for himself. "How long to London?"
"Hour, hour and a half, depending on the wind. We on the clock?"
"Not necessarily. My family's coming to pick me up though." Alfie glanced into the mirror across from them. Liam could almost feel the pilot's curiosity. "You want to ask a question, Lieutenant?"
Alfie waited until they both had drinks in their hands. "No, it's none of my business."
Liam sighed inwardly, even though he was thankful. He didn't like talking about his relationship to strangers. He remembered the nearly disastrous interview Regina roped them into; all that damnable woman cared about was the trio's sex life. What did it matter? Shouldn't the love and support they gave each other be what truly mattered? After so many years alone, they'd all finally found a home.
A few more hours, Jones. He knocked back his drink, the alcohol burning down his throat. The conversation moved to other things, like what Alfie wanted out of his career in the Navy. The telly switched to the BBC, a story about the attack on Whitehall splashed across the screen. Liam's hand tightened on his empty glass as one of the men turned up the sound.
"Sources close to the investigation are now claiming they have new leads regarding the cowardly attack on Whitehall earlier this year," the news reader was saying. "Intelligence officials no longer suspect foreign agents and all those arrested have been cleared of any suspicion."
"Ha!" A man in the far corner guffawed. "Do they seriously expect us to believe that?"
Liam scowled and turned back to the report. He was sure that Killian knew something; he did work in naval intelligence now. With the Sherwood and most of the IO fleet coming home, it made sense that some new suspects had emerged. But who? There were many foreign powers who could benefit from the attempt to destabilize the British high command, as well as the government. London was resilient, already starting to bounce back from the fear of those first few weeks. How long would that last if the government couldn't find the ones responsible?
Pictures and video from the explosion scrolled across the screen; it made Liam uncomfortable. It was almost like he could smell the burning wood and flesh, feel the flames. He tried to fight the fear tickling up his spine, but his breathing was getting short, his chest tight. So much death. And he and Killian had nearly been among them. The image of his brother falling out of sight would haunt him for the rest of his days.
The news reader went on but Liam had seen enough. He plopped down some money on the counter and excused himself hastily. The head was in the very back of the pub, with only a single bulb to light the way. Once he was safely behind the door, his knees shook. "Get it together, Jones." He hadn't had a nightmare or anything in a long time, at least it felt that way. Seeing that footage…he growled in frustration, forcing himself to calm down. Once he was breathing normally again, he marched toward a urinal to use the facilities.
What he really wanted was his wife's arms around him. Since that was still a few hours away, he called her instead. "Emma? It's Liam."
"Hey Liam! Wait, is everything okay? You're still flying in tonight?" She had some surprises for him, she prayed he wasn't cancelling.
"Aye, we take off in a couple of hours."
"Then what is it?"
He scrubbed his now clean hand through his short hair. "It's silly."
Emma tsked him sternly. "If it was, you wouldn't have called. Talk to me, Liam."
"I guess I just needed to hear your voice."
"Are you sure that's all?" She couldn't force him to talk, but she could almost feel his distress, even from so far away.
"It's bloody stupid, is what it is. I hate feeling like this."
"Like what?"
Liam swallowed. "There was a report on the telly. Talking about the explosion. It just…got to me, I suppose. I thought I was past this."
Emma's heart broke for him; she wished she could hold him. "Liam, it's okay. You survived something horrific; I can't even imagine what it was like."
"Terrifying," he said in a whisper. He said it so softly, he wasn't sure she heard him.
Emma furiously wiped at the tear sliding down her cheek; it was so frustrating, not being there when he needed her. Liam and Killian had both been to therapy as part of their convalescence. She was so proud of them for that. But they rarely spoke to her about what happened. At first, they'd both suffered terrible nightmares, but those became less and less as the months passed. But did trauma like that every truly heal? "Come home," she said quietly. "I hate that you're so far away."
"Me too. I miss you so much."
"Right back at you, babe. And Liam…whatever you're feeling…it's not weakness. It's not. You and Killian, you came back to me. You survived. It's okay to still not be completely okay, you know that, right?"
"I think so. It's just…hard. I've never dealt with anything like this."
"None of us has, but we're a family, Liam. We're strongest together."
"Aye." He sighed. "I can't wait to be home, Emma."
"Soon. We're gonna be there when you land. With bells on."
That got him to smile. "Literally?"
"Okay maybe not actual bells. But there might be a few surprises?"
"Now I'm intrigued."
"Good. Because I've got plans for us, Captain Jones."
"Do you now?" She was distracting him from the images seared into his brain; he loved her for that. Thinking about how much he wanted to make love to his wife was a better use of his brain. The Skype sex had been amazing, but he needed to feel her skin, her tight sheath wrapped around him.
"I've missed having both my boys," she confided in a whisper. "Touching me, filling me up, overwhelming me."
Liam groaned. "Sweetheart…" He felt his cock stiffening in his pants, her sultry voice more than enough to turn him on.
"Do you remember our first night together, Liam? The way you touched my body? It felt so good, two pairs of hands stroking my skin, two mouths licking and sucking."
"Fuck." His head fell back against the tile, the memories flickering behind his closed lids.
"I loved watching you two strip for me," she murmured, her own arousal rising. Liam didn't know it, but she already wore the new anal plug Killian had bought for her. He'd helped her insert it, getting her off with his mouth as they lubed her ass. They were late for work because of it, since Emma couldn't very well allow her husband go to work unsatisfied. She'd knelt on the bathroom floor, sucking his cock with reckless abandon, her fingers working her clit. Just a tease of what she hoped was a happy reunion.
"You touched yourself," Liam recalled. "I'd never met anyone like you."
"Does it bother you? That I like sex?"
"No!" he barked, rubbing his hand over his crotch. "No, I love that."
She chuckled. "Were you feeling a bit repressed, my dear Liam?"
He groaned. "You're a stunningly beautiful woman, lass. I wanted you from the moment I saw you." He could admit that now. Emma in that black sheath, blonde hair tumbling down her back, long legs, pale skin; Killian hadn't been the only one besotted. But he hung back since Killian had spotted her first. Her willingness to have them both had been exciting, if a bit nervewracking. He'd never ever expected to participate in a threesome, or anything remotely kinky. But the three of them together, it just…worked. They fed off their mutual need, the desires they brought out in one another. It was an adventure, one Liam never wanted to end.
"I did too," she murmured. "The way you two looked at me…it was hot. Then we danced together…god, I loved every moment."
"More," Liam whispered. His cock was stiff and aching; he needed relief.
"Where are you?"
"In the head. All alone."
"Let me see."
He didn't need further explanation. Quickly, he jerked his pants open and snapped a pic of his swollen erection. He heard Emma's moan through the line and he bit his lip. "Emma…please."
"All that for me?"
"Yes, yes. Just you, love."
"Hmm, I think I like that. That nice fat cock all for me."
"You've always been a greedy one."
"Mmhmm. I need two of you to keep me…satisfied."
"Pleased to be of service, darling."
She laughed. "Now where were we? Oh right, my sailors stripping for me. So eager to fuck me. Weren't you, Liam?"
"Yes," he whispered. "But…"
"But what?"
"I liked it. Watching Killian fuck you. You were so beautiful."
Emma groaned, her hand sliding up under her skirt. "No one ever watched before," she confided. "I…liked it. I liked touching you while he fucked me. I liked you watching us. He felt so good, you both always feel so good inside me."
"Please tell me you're wet."
"Soaked," she confirmed. "Wish you were here to taste me, fuck me."
"Bloody fuck." He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking slowly. "The moment I'm home, sweetheart. I'll give you what you need."
"Oh god." Emma rubbed her swollen clit, sliding down in her chair. "I need you. I need you and Killian…so much."
"Hmm, my naughty girl. Are you touching yourself?"
"Yes."
"In your office?"
"Yes. The windows are open."
"Fuck, you are an exhibitionist, aren't you?"
"Just for you. My boys. Like in Paris."
"Seducing us in public or the club?"
"Both, fuck, both."
"Come for me, sweetheart. Imagine all the ways we're going to touch you, make you scream for us. Imagine that and come for me."
Emma's breathing hitched, her whole body quivering. Her hips bucked against her hand as she shattered, her high drawn out by the plug inside her. How much more incredible would it feel once Liam's cock was stretching her? "Oh, oh!"
Liam bit down hard on his lip to stifle his own cry as he climaxed. He made a mess of his pants, but he hardly cared. All that mattered was the woman on the other end of the line. "Emma?" he panted.
"I'm here…shit."
"Alright, love?"
"Yeah, just…I really wish you were here." Emma had never been snuggler before she met the Jones brothers, but she craved their affection.
Liam groaned, scowling at the mess on his hand and pants. "Me too, love. Not long now."
"I know." She sat up straighter, trying to catch her breath. "Feel better now, sailor?"
He chuckled. "Aye. Thank you for distracting me, wife."
"I like taking care of you."
"Another reason you'll be a great mum one day."
"Yeah, yeah," she dismissively. She couldn't think about any of that now. She just wanted her family back together. "I should let you go; we made a mess."
"Worth it though."
"I'd much rather make a mess with you two in our bed," she said pointedly. "And after I can cuddle with you instead of your pillow."
"I'm sorry, love."
"We got through it. With an assist from technology."
"Thank god for that." He moved to the sink. "As much as I don't want to hang up, Emma…"
"It's okay. Text me when you land."
"Will do. I love you."
"Love you too, Liam."
They hung up and Liam busied himself with cleaning up. He was lucky, most of the stain was to his boxers rather than his jeans. The material would be wet against his skin, but he could throw the whole thing into the laundry when he got home. He didn't plan on spending much of the coming weekend clothed anyway.
Alfie gave him an odd look when he finally emerged from the restroom, but Liam ignored it. All he wanted was to go home. He left without a word, intent on getting to the hangar. He'd had his fill of Scotland.
Emma smoothed down her dress; she'd changed from the one she wore to work that day. This one was softer, more feminine, not quite as nice as she'd wear on a date, but nice enough. It was what she wore—or didn't—wear underneath that was the real surprise.
"You look lovely."
She smiled at her husband, leaning against the door jamb casually. Killian looked scrumptious in jeans and a blue plaid shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms. "You're not so bad yourself."
"Is that so?" He waggled his eyebrows at her, a teasing smirk on his lips.
She strode over to where he stood, her heels putting them at eye level. "Yeah, if I'm not careful, someone might snatch you up."
"Never happen, darling." He cupped her cheek, slowly drawing her in for a tender kiss. "My heart belongs to you."
"And mine to you."
"You know you don't need to dress up for us, love."
"I know, but I want to. I've missed having my husbands with me."
Killian hugged her close. "As much as I've enjoyed our time together, I've missed him too. It just feels wrong, being apart."
"Yeah. You don't…mind that?"
"Why would I mind? Emma, I knew exactly what I was getting into. I knew we both loved you before he did. Knowing both of you are happy is enough for me." He tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear. "He needs us right now, love. But I have every faith that when I am hurting or lost, the two of you will help me find my way home. We belong together, lass. All of us."
"Are you okay right now? Anything at work?"
He shook his head. "Things are quiet right now. A little too quiet, but there's nothing I can do about it at the moment."
She squeezed his hands. "If you ever do need to talk…I'm here for you."
"I know, Emma. Thank you for that." He wasn't sure he could do this particular job without the support of his family. It was an enormous responsibility. But he didn't want to think about work right now. He wanted to bring his brother home. His lips brushed her forehead. "Shall we?"
Killian drove them to the base on the outskirts of London. It was small, a reserve field dating from the war. They didn't have the clearance to go inside, even with Killian's new ID, so they had to wait for Liam to come to them. It was cold; they had to keep the heater running because Emma's attire.
"When is he due to land?"
Emma looked at her phone. "Any minute." She peered out the window. "See anything?"
"Too much light pollution. I can barely see any bloody stars, let alone a plane."
She couldn't stop staring at the guardhouse, searching for some headlights or a flashlight or something. A couple of times a vehicle drove past, but didn't turn. Killian seemed to sense her nervousness, holding her hand in his. Another ten minutes past. Ten more. Had something gone wrong? Or was the plane simply late in landing? She was just about to march back to the guardhouse to ask when a car turned toward them.
Emma was out of the car before the oncoming vehicle came to a stop. She hurried around, meeting Killian climbing out of the driver's side. A tall well-built man got out of the car on the other side of the gate; it was dark but she knew it was Liam. He spoke briefly to the guard, who promptly opened the gate. As soon as there was a large enough gap he was through, spotting Emma and Killian.
Liam hoisted his bag higher on his shoulder and ran. Emma was slower due to her heels, but they came together in a fierce hug. In an instant, his gift bag fell to the ground, his arms lifting his wife off her feet. Emma squealed in delight, clumsily finding his lips. He would never forget that kiss, it was home. "Emma," he whispered into her hair. "God, I missed you, love."
She couldn't stop kissing him, her lips pricking on his stubble. "I missed you too."
Liam set her on her feet, keeping a tight hold on her with one arm and beckoning his brother with the other. "Killian."
Killian closed the gap, wrapping his arms around his family. "It's good to see you, brother."
Liam squeezed back. "It's good to be home." It didn't matter that it was below freezing and the wind blew, it didn't matter that incredulous guards watched. Liam's home was wherever these people happened to be.
Emma held Liam tight, safe once more in her husbands' arms. "I thought this week would never end."
"Me too, sweetheart." Liam kissed the crown of her head. "I'm not leaving you again."
"It's bloody freezing out here," Killian muttered. "Let's go home."
"Aye." Together, he and Killian put his bags in the back of the SUV, taking extra care with the gift bag. "A present for Emma."
Killian nodded. "I thought so."
The door snapped shut with a heavy thud. "I really did miss you, Killian."
Killian laid his hand on his brother's shoulder. "And I you." Emma smiled to herself as they hugged; their relationship, the pure devotion to the other's happiness, made her happy. Liam joined her in the backseat of the car, leaving Killian to drive them home. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he teased, flashing Emma a toothy grin.
She blushed even though it was dark as they pulled away. Liam's hand found hers and she scooted closer, so they were hip to hip. "How long till we get home?"
"Forty-five minutes depending on traffic," Killian said. "Do I need to take the long way, brother?"
"No." He turned to Emma, her face illuminated by the oncoming traffic. "I really need to kiss you."
She nodded mutely, sighing as his lips crashed to hers. Her fingers curled in his woolen pea coat, needing that anchor as he devoured her. There was a desperation in Liam's kiss that she rarely felt; it instantly ignited the fire in her belly. "Liam," she breathed, frustrated by her seatbelt. "Liam."
"I'm here, darling." He popped the buttons on her red coat, as she fumbled with the belt across her lap. The moment it came lose she climbed into his lap, helping him get her out of the coat. He couldn't make out much of the dress, but he could see how it hugged her curves, the skirt flaring out at the hips. "So beautiful."
She cupped his cheeks. "Just kiss me." A moan caught in her throat as he did just that, relearning exactly how his lover liked to be kissed. Slowly, thoroughly, with barely restrained passion. She writhed in his lap, shivering as his hands inched up her thighs. "Fuck, Liam."
He sucked on her pulse, reveling in the way it fluttered under his tongue. "Hmm, did you miss me, sweetheart?"
"So much." She guided his other hand to her breast, moaning as he squeezed. "Didn't we, Killian?"
Killian grunted, adjusting his seat to ease the ache in his loins. Less than fifteen minutes from the base and Emma was working her unique brand of magic on them. He was never more desperate to be home in their bed. "Aye, love."
Liam nodded hard as Emma pushed his coat off his shoulders. It took some maneuvering but they finally got him free. "Shall we give Killian a show, wife? I don't think I can wait."
Emma hummed in agreement, fondling her breasts. "Please. Please fuck me."
That was all Liam needed to hear. He slipped his hands back under her skirt, groaning when he discovered she wasn't wearing knickers. "Bare?"
"Almost," she whispered coyly. "Wanna see?"
He cocked a brow, but kept exploring. Her mound was smooth, already damp from her arousal. Her hips wiggled as he touched them, his fingers hard against the soft flesh. For a moment, he got distracted by her lips on the sensitive spot behind his ear, his pulse erratic. However, as he cupped her firm ass, he felt something hard. "Bloody hell."
Emma moaned as his clever fingers manipulated the plug. "Surprise."
"Wicked girl." He captured her lips in a fiery kiss. "This the new one?"
She nodded. "Killian got it for me."
Liam pressed hard on the end, twisting it a bit inside her. "Like it?"
She hissed, a wave of lust hitting her core. "Yes. It's bigger, thicker."
"Like us?"
Emma nodded jerkily. "Yes…fuck, Liam."
"I plan to." He kissed her deeply. "Open my pants, will you?"
Emma scooted back far enough to work the belt and fly of his jeans. Liam never stopped touching her, mouth leaving a trail of hot kisses across her chest, his hands on her ass. "Play with it," she moaned. "The plug. Feels so good."
Liam groaned, hurrying to obey her. He felt her shiver, her hands quivering as they tried to free him. Her back hit the head rest of the driver's seat, Liam struggling to lift his hips enough to get his pants down. After so much longing and desperation he was about to be inside his Emma once again, her hot sheath welcoming him home.
Killian's hands gripped the steering wheel tight; the only sounds in the car the lovemaking behind him. As uncomfortable as his jeans were, this felt right. They were a family, the three of them, and this was the most potent way he knew to renew that bond. They would spend most of the weekend making up for lost time, he was sure of it.
Emma wrapped her hand around her prize, licking her lips in anticipation. He was thick and hard and smooth in her hand, pumping him just the way he liked. "Minx."
"Can I have you now? Please?"
"Soon, love, soon." He leaned forward and captured her lips in a needy kiss, his right hand dipping to her sex. Emma gasped as he plunged two fingers into her, forcing her legs wider apart.
"Oh god!" Emma gripped his shoulders, hips automatically grinding down on the digits. It wasn't enough, his fingers not stretching her as well as his cock, but it would do. He continued to manipulate the plug in her ass, ratcheting up her need, her climax building like an oncoming tidal wave.
"Don't stop," he panted, trying to maintain a steady rhythm. "Don't stop touching me."
She nodded, hands quickly circling his cock. It was heady, knowing that they were being so blatantly sexual with only darkness and tinted windows keeping them hidden from view, Killian listening to their pleasure. She knew this would drive him insane, and she would reap the benefits the moment they returned home.
She couldn't wait.
"Fuck, fuck," Emma breathed. "Close, Liam. Please!"
He growled, biting down at the juncture of neck and shoulder. "Come, sweetheart. Let go."
She buried her head in his neck as she climaxed, hips bouncing frantically, drawing out the high. It left her breathless, like she was floating; she never wanted it to end. "Oh, oh god, oh god," she panted, aftershocks rippling out from her core. "Fuck."
"God, I love watching you fall apart for us, lass." He found her lips, drunk on her pleasure. He brought his wet fingers to her lips, sighing in satisfaction as she sucked them into her mouth, licking them clean. "Bloody hell."
Emma smiled coyly, her thumb slowly circling the tip of his straining erection. "Ready to fuck me now, husband?"
He groaned, cock twitching. "Lay down."
The seat was narrow, but she managed to stretch out. She yanked up her skirt, the lights of the traffic illuminating her swollen sex. Liam pushed his jeans off his hips, settling himself over her. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her own canting up to feel him against her wet flesh. "Hurry, Liam," she whined. "Need you inside me."
Moving his hips to just the right angle, he did as she bid, taking her in one swift thrust. They both cried out, the plug increasing the sensation of being full. He filled her to the brim and she loved it. "Emma, Emma, Emma," Liam panted, struggling to hold still. If he didn't take a moment to settle, this would be over far too soon. She was scorching, wet and slick, she felt heavenly around his cock. He missed her so much; now he was home.
She cupped his cheeks and guided his lips back to hers. They kissed lazily, moaning as he shifted inside her, little rolls of his hips. "Yes, yes," she breathed between kisses. "Just like that. Fill me up."
Killian groaned, left hand pressing hard on his crotch. Emma had grown into quite a vocal lover, someone who knew what she wanted and reveled in it. She was free from emotionless sex, finally able to indulge in her passion with people who loved her unconditionally. She gave her heart and her body willingly, trusting in her lovers' desire to take care of her. He understood because she'd saved him from a similar fate. And together, they were doing the same for his brother.
It was beautiful. And a little kinky, which he wasn't complaining about at all.
Liam could feel his climax tingling at the base of his spine, but he needed her with him. It was all he'd dreamed about in the days he'd been gone. He thrust a little harder, a little deeper, Emma shifting her legs higher up his back. She moaned her approval, fingers caught in his hair. "Yes!"
"Need you with me, sweet," he mumbled into her neck. "Missed the way you feel, the way you squeeze me."
Emma nodded, dragging his mouth back to hers. She kissed him deeply, one hand snaking between them to rub her clit. The effect was almost instantaneous, her body on the verge of a second climax. "Almost," she gasped. "Fuck, it feels good." Both holes full, stretched; the only thing missing was Killian. She needed them both to claim her, fill her up with their seed, make her burn.
The ridge of the plug rubbed the underside of his cock as he pumped it inside her, the stimulation too much. He shattered, hips bucking wildly, hissing as she followed, her walls milking his oversensitive cock. It was one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever experienced, his skin buzzing long after he went still. "Love you," he panted, heart thudding against his ribs.
"Me too." She kissed his sweaty brow, cradling him to her body. Gradually their hearts slowed and Liam pushed himself up. She breathed easier, but missed his warmth. Moving to sit up, she was surprised at how fogged over the windows were. "Oops."
Liam chuckled. "Think we got carried away?"
Emma shrugged. "Killian? You alright up there?"
"Define alright?"
She smiled, sliding her hands over his shoulders. "You can clean me up when we get home."
He bit back a moan, concentrating on the road. "I'll just make a mess of you again."
"Good." She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his ear. "I want you to."
Liam tugged her skirt down as she flirted with Killian, feeling more himself than he had in weeks. He managed to get his jeans put back to rights when Emma returned, snuggling into his side. "You okay?"
He was touched she recalled their earlier conversation. "Yeah. Much better thanks to you."
"I didn't do anything."
"You remind me of what's truly important, Emma. Loving my family."
"Hmm, I feel pretty well loved right now."
"And the weekend's just begun."
When Killian turned onto their street, Liam and Emma put on their coats. The usual gaggle of paps awaited them, much to Liam's chagrin. He set his jaw as he got out of the car, helping Emma descend as well. At least their coats hid any lingering evidence of their tryst. Emma followed Killian up the stairs to the door, Liam following with his bags. Questions were shouted and ignored, Killian opening the door. It shut behind Liam with a satisfying click, shutting out the world.
Emma didn't even get a chance to take off her coat, Killian swooping in for a searing kiss. She moaned softly, happily indulging in his passion. "Coats?"
"If you insist." Killian reluctantly released her, shrugging out of his own coat. Once all the coats were hung, he pulled his wife back into his arms, tipping her head back as he kissed her thoroughly. Emma rubbed herself against him, enjoying the feel of his hard body. "Hmm, more, darling?"
"Always." She reached for Liam and he came, fusing his mouth to hers as Killian nipped at her throat. As they surrounded her, two sets of hands slowly stripped her dress from her body, right there in the foyer. It fell to the floor, pooling around her heeled shoes.
"Fucking hell," Killian groaned drinking in her nude form. "No bra either?"
"Built into the dress," she confirmed, sighing as his lips found her nipple. She stumbled back until she hit the door, Killian to her left, Liam on her right. She shuddered, their mouths hot and perfect, suckling at each breast. "Fuck yes."
Killian groaned, his cock once again standing at attention. Emma in nothing but her heels sent his libido into overdrive. Knowing she'd already been fucked well was simply a bonus. "Need to taste you."
Emma nodded, pushing down on his shoulders. Liam's mouth found hers, distracting her as Killian lifted her up. He laid a leg over each shoulder, not hesitating to dive into her slit. She was wet, the remnants of her earlier fucking smeared over her labia. He licked her like a man starved, reveling in the taste, tangy and salty.
"Fuck!" Emma cried, rocking against Killian's mouth. A fresh wave of lust gripped her, her Killian's eagerness to taste her and Liam's mingled essence a huge turn on.
"Hmm, I think she likes it." Killian smirked up at her, placing a gentle kiss to her thigh, the skin roughened by his scruff. "So greedy."
Emma tried to cant her hips, desperate to have his mouth back where it belonged. "Less talking, more eating," she panted.
"As you wish." Emma moaned, one hand diving into his hair as he resumed his sensual assault on her sex.
Liam drank in her flushed skin, hard pink nipples, swollen lips. She was a vision, completely owning her desire. How could he have ever thought he could go without her for months? He'd been gone for five days and he was almost ready to have her again.
Emma slowly opened her eyes, green seeking blue. She pulled Liam close, craving his kiss. "Touch me," she pleaded. "Need both of you. Please."
He nodded, kissing her lips briefly before working his way down her throat. One hand tweaked her nipple, reveling in the shudder of pleasure that rocked her. He and Killian worked in tandem, hands and mouths on her body, bringing her to another powerful climax. Her screams bounced off the walls, the glass, surely heard by the paps outside. No one cared. All that mattered was love they shared.
Killian let her down, holding her steady as her knees shook. "Dining room?"
Liam nodded, scooping her into his arms bridal style. That room was the very first they christened when Emma moved in; it felt right to return to it. He laid his wife out on the mahogany table, bending to press earnest kisses to her sternum. "Would you like us to strip for you, wife?"
She nodded, her movements sluggish. "Yes, please."
The boys pulled the chairs away so she had an unobstructed view. Liam reached back and pulled the sweater over his head; Killian quickly loosened the buttons of his shirt. Emma hummed appreciatively as their chests were bared, all that glorious chest hair begging for her eager fingers. She smirked teasingly, blowing them each a kiss as shoes were kicked off and belts removed. Killian turned around and gave her a little wiggle as he eased his jeans off his hips, a moan caught in her throat when she realized he was commando underneath. He turned, a swagger in his step as he approached her. Emma eyed him hungrily, lust building once more. He was perfect, lean but muscular, hairy in all the right places, cock bobbing proudly against his belly. Unconsciously, she moved closer, nearing the edge of the table.
"Watch," he admonished, gesturing toward Liam.
Emma bit her lip, turning her gaze to the elder Jones. He didn't tease her, fingers working his fly open, shoving the denim over his hips. Her nostrils flared, the bulge in his boxers taunting her. He must have missed her a lot to be ready for her again so soon. Or perhaps more time had passed than she thought. It was hard to know, when she felt like this. The all-consuming desire she had for them was intoxicating, something she'd missed. Now it was back with a vengeance, like they'd been apart for weeks, not days. "Would you like the honors, love?"
She nodded, reaching out as he approached. Emma pulled on the elastic, easing the soft cotton over Liam's erection, careful not to touch it. He kicked the offending material away, taking himself in hand. Emma hummed, legs falling open, her hands sliding down her body. "I can't stop," she whispered, cupping her cleft. "Fuck."
Each brother groped a breast, mesmerized as she touched herself. Emma arched, sparks of want rolling down her spine. Killian groaned, the ache in his loins begging for relief. "Lay back, sweet. Head over the edge."
She hurried to obey, positioning herself so that most of her weight was on the tabletop. Killian was there, tip of his cock brushing her lips. "Open."
Emma did so, taking as much of him as she could. He eased deeper with gentle shallow thrusts, reveling in the perfection of her mouth. Hot and wet, her tongue licking wickedly. Core molten, Emma relaxed her throat, allowing her lover to utterly possess her mouth.
Liam couldn't stop watching, trying to wait patiently for his turn. They had all the time in the world now, he could wait. When Killian pulled out, her eyes instantly turned to him. He waited, letting her catch her breath, then claimed her mouth for his own, bracing his hands on the edge of the table, hips rocking, watching as his cock disappeared past those lush lips. "Bloody hell, love."
Emma hummed around him, her arousal dripping onto the wood. This was what she needed, her boys sharing every part of her, like they shared her heart. She grabbed his hips, needing the contact as she swallowed him down.
Killian was on edge, turned on by what he was seeing yet desperate for relief. "Emma…god, let us have you."
She released Liam, lungs burning from lack of air. "Yes," she breathed. "Yes." She forced herself up, scooting to the edge of the table. She reached for Killian and he came, hitching one of her legs under his arm as he sank into her sheath. Emma cried out, clinging to him as he fucked her. They kissed sloppily, Emma scoring her nails through his chest hair. "Oh fuck."
Killian's rhythm stuttered, Emma leaning back on her elbows. They watched as his long thick cock disappeared over and over, glistening with her copious arousal. "Emma…god."
She arched her back, groaning as he slid deeper. "Don't stop!"
Liam was torn, thoroughly enjoying the view but with a fierce need to feel her. He'd been away from her for a week, he needed another go. "Killian…"
Killian groaned, but he knew what Liam needed. "Take her."
Emma whined, but quickly recovered, Liam sinking in to the hilt. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up, mouth hot on hers as he claimed her. "Emma, Emma, fucking hell."
She clenched around him, slowing his rhythm. "Not yet, sailor." She sucked at his collar intent on leaving a mark on his skin. "Mine."
He nodded. "Yes, yours."
She could feel another high coiling in her belly, but she wasn't ready. "Where's…fuck…Killian?"
"Right here, lass." He had one of the spare bottles of lube in his hand. "Room for one more?"
She nodded, hungry for what he was clearly offering. "Please."
Liam hooked her legs around his waist, spinning them around so her ass was exposed. Emma moaned, Killian's hands on her back, squeezing her ass. "Hold on to Liam, lass."
She locked her arms around Liam's neck, rocking slowing on his cock as Killian eased the plug out of her. She felt empty, whimpering as the cool lube touched her skin. The plug was large, but not quite as large as Killian, and he didn't want to hurt her. He got her nice and slick, encouraging her to ride Liam as he prepped her. "Ready?"
Emma nodded frantically, bracing herself for the delicious burn. Killian lubed his cock before placing it at her distended hole. "I love you," he murmured, slowly pushing inside.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Emma whimpered, tears stinging her eyes. Not from pain, but happiness. For the first time in too long she felt whole, her lovers utterly claiming her as their own. She kissed Liam hard, hanging on as they worked to find a rhythm. "Yes!"
Both brothers grit their teeth, her body so hot and tight. It had been some time since they did this and she felt incredible. In and out, in and out, three people connected in the most intimate way possible. Emma gave into the demands of her body, hanging on for the ride, reveling in finally being full. When her climax claimed her, she screamed, long and loud, core clamping down hard. The boys followed her almost immediately, walls milking them both dry, her name on their lips.
Emma was too blissed out to protest as first Killian left her, then Liam. Liam maneuvered her back onto the tabletop until they could get her cleaned up. She was wiped out, exhausted. She must have fallen asleep; the next thing she was aware of was the feel of soft sheets under her cheek. "Liam?"
"Shhh, darling. We're right here."
"Did I fall asleep?"
"Aye."
"Sorry."
"That's nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. We demanded too much of you."
"No!" She rolled onto her back, her core twinging a little. "I'm fine, really."
"Are you awake enough to eat? We should get some food in you."
"As long as it includes water, I'm good."
As if by magic, Killian appeared a tray in his arms. "Delivery for a Mrs. Jones?"
She smiled. "That's me."
He settled the tray over her outstretched legs. "I'll be back with ours in a moment. Is there anything else you need, my love?"
"Nope, this is perfect. Thank you."
He kissed the crown of her head. "You're welcome."
Emma gulped down half of her water at once, parched. She and Killian had ordered some things from their favorite Chinese place before they went to pick up Liam; they knew their family too well now. She was grateful for the food, her tummy rumbling.
"Good?"
"Always is." She fed Liam some chicken from her container. "Better?"
He grinned. "Much better now that I'm home."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not right now. I just got here. But soon, yeah?"
She nodded. "Whenever you want. We're here for you."
Killian brought the whole water pitcher on his last run from downstairs, topping off Emma's glass. They ate quietly, occasionally feeding each other bits of their meals. It was so normal, so them; it was comforting that they could settle into familiar patterns so quickly. She liked the rhythm of their life together.
"Everything alright, love?" Killian asked.
"Yeah. I was just thinking."
"Anything in particular?"
"Just how much I missed us all together. This is nice."
He leaned over to kiss her temple. "Let's hope the Navy sees fit to leave us be for a while, yeah?"
Liam nodded. "Agreed. That said, while I was in Scotland, I thought it would be a nice place for us to visit. When it's warmer, of course."
"I think that would be fun." Emma laid her head on his shoulder, sighing as his arm came around her. Killian moved the empty trays to the floor and rested his head on her lap. She smiled down at him, running her fingers through his soft hair. "Hey you."
He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. "You look happy."
"I have my husbands here. That's all I need to be happy."
Liam twisted a lock of her hair around his fingers. "We should probably sleep."
Emma inhaled his musky scent, a mixture of Liam and sex. "Hmm, probably."
"But I'm almost afraid that I'll wake up and still be gone."
Emma turned her head, her lips caressing the underside of his jaw. "You're home now, Liam. I promise."
"Hmm, thank you, love."
Clothes littered the house, they had dishes in their bedroom. None of that mattered. Their family was whole once more.
Killian woke up first, curled up against his wife's back. She was snuggled deeply against Liam's chest, her beautiful features peaceful. He smiled to himself, lips brushing her bare shoulder. She stirred a bit, but quickly settled. No wonder, given their activities the night before. It was later than he expected; the sun high in the sky. Slowly, as not to disturb his bedmates, he eased out of bed. He found some sweats to pull on, ducking into the bathroom. His stomach clenched; how long had it been since their late dinner?
He didn't have the heart to wake them, so he padded downstairs, hoping to surprise them with breakfast. It was probably closer to lunch, but what did it matter? Food was food. And Liam wasn't the only cook in the family. He put on some coffee for himself, setting out some mugs for Emma and Liam, just in case.
Killian was so glad Liam was home. Not just for Emma's sake; she'd missed him terribly. He didn't want to admit it out loud, but Killian needed Liam. This new job of his…he hadn't been exaggerating when he told Emma that it scared him. So much responsibility, peoples' lives in his hands! Liam had prepared for that kind of responsibility and Killian needed his support. He didn't want to burden Emma, even though he knew she would be there for him without hesitation. It was the holidays, they were newly married; he just wanted her to be happy.
He made a stack of Emma's favorite waffles, coupled with sausages and bacon. That girl loved her bacon. If anything could coax her from slumber it was the scent of bacon wafting through the house. He sipped at his coffee and waited.
Emma rolled over, grunting in annoyance when she found the bed beside her empty. "Ung."
Liam grunted. "Emma?"
"Killian's up already, I think."
Liam blinked, the light hurting his eyes for a moment or two. "Should we be worried?"
She rolled back onto her belly, breathing deeply. There was something in the air…was it bacon? She sniffed again. Bacon and coffee! "Something smells delicious."
"Aye."
"Of course, it means leaving the bed."
He chuckled, his laugh raspy from sleep. He couldn't recall the last time he slept so well. "Not necessarily a bad thing, sweetheart."
"True." She stretched, smiling at the ache in her core. She'd been ridden well and relished it.
Liam watched her, golden hair mussed from sleep and their lovemaking, pale skin bearing a few marks. She was so beautiful, it made his chest ache with happiness.
"What?"
He smiled at her blush. "Just admiring my wife's beauty," he said casually, skimming his hand over her back.
"My hair probably looks awful."
"Nonsense." He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to her lips. "You are a vision."
"Flatterer." But she ducked back in for another kiss. They rolled on their sides, making out like they had all the time in the world. Liam tried to keep his hands in check, but she was so soft, her curves beckoning him. "Hmm, it's okay."
"Lass…"
"Just be gentle." She deliberately placed his hand on her cleft, urging him to stroke her. Liam groaned, kissing her again, deeply, passionately. He worked her up slowly, deliberately, waiting until she was writhing, pleading for his cock. He took her with a single thrust, one leg thrown over his shoulder. Emma keened, the penetration perfect, stretching her just the right way. She dragged his mouth back to hers, trading lazy kisses as he brought her to climax once more, not the sharp desperate high from the night before. This felt like the sea, ebbing and flowing, over and over, dragging her under, her body joyfully surrendering to his. Liam followed almost immediately, overwhelmed by the depth of his love for this woman.
His lips touched her brow as he rolled off. "I love you."
She nodded weakly, still floating from her orgasm. Some people might think it unseemly or shallow, but how had she gotten so fucking lucky? Her boys were not only caring and loving, but spectacular in bed. She knew the latter when she came to London; it took time to accept the first. But it was evident the night they met, she knew that now. What were the odds of getting both, not just once but twice? All wrapped up in a pair of very handsome packages.
"Hmm, someone looks happy."
She turned her head and smiled. "Lazy morning sex for the win, buddy."
He laughed out loud. "Let's hope our meal's not gone cold. Killian would murder the pair of us."
"No, he wouldn't. He loves us too much."
Liam nodded, feeling slightly guilty that Killian hadn't been there just now. "Probably more than I deserve."
Emma took his hand. "Hey, don't say that. Leave that to me. I worry about it enough as it is."
"Emma, my earlier fears about our relationship were—are mine. You go out of your way to show us that we are loved. It's an honor to share your love with my brother. I would be quite lost without both of you." He felt so guilty that his emotional hang ups were hurting his family, forcing them to be there for him, support him. What if Killian needed him and he was too wrapped up in his own problems to notice?
She glanced toward the door, suddenly missing Killian fiercely. "We should do something for him. There are things he's told me, about his work. Nothing secret, but I think he's going to need us more than ever."
"Then we will be there for him." They could start by joining Killian for breakfast. Emma dug one of Killian's shirts out of the drawer; it was long enough to cover her, just barely. Liam tugged on some boxers then followed his wife downstairs. They found Killian in the kitchen, surrounded by food.
"Smells fantastic," Emma said, leaning up to kiss her husband's cheek.
Killian smiled at her; she was adorable. "Should taste good too."
"You didn't have any?"
"I wanted to wait for you."
Emma and Liam shared a look, Liam giving her a reassuring smile. Killian made a pot of some of the delicious French coffee they'd brought home with them; it went well with the sweetness of the waffles. He insisted on making their plates, proud of his culinary achievement. "What should we do today?"
"We're staying home, right?"
"I thought that was implied?" Killian countered, smirking at her. Emma flushed; how could their mutual need still make her do that?
"Sounds good to me," Liam said, taking a bite of waffle and bacon. It was crispy, just the way he liked it. "Now that's really good."
"Thanks, brother."
Liam grinned, tossing a broken piece across the island; Killian caught it in his mouth. "No, but seriously. Home is exactly where I want to be." He'd spent most of his life trying to not be his father, eager to make a positive mark on the world. It suddenly struck him that sharing this life with Emma and Killian, building a home and a family with them, was the best way to do that. Everything else paled in comparison.
"Liam? Are you alright?"
He nodded firmly. "For the first time in a while…aye. I'm fantastic."
Emma smiled, thrilled to see him so happy. Sometimes she wondered if he would ever get out of this funk, if he could be truly happy with her and Killian. Perhaps Ruby was right after all.
After breakfast, the boys insisted Emma take a long hot bath. She tried to protest, or even better, persuade them to join her, but they were having none of it. They were probably right; the tub was cramped for three. Thank goodness they were changing that in the near future. There were few things better than the Jones boys naked and wet. "I'll be back soon, okay?"
"Take as long as you want," Liam reassured her, kissing her cheek. "We'll clean up here."
Emma nodded, standing up on her toes to kiss Killian's lips. "Thank you for breakfast."
"You're quite welcome, love."
She hugged him around the middle. "Really. You're the best."
He was blushing as she left, left hand scratching nervously behind his ear. "What was that about?"
"Can't we say thank you?"
Killian groaned. "Were you two talking about me?"
"Is there a reason why we shouldn't?"
Killian turned on the hot water, intent on rinsing the dishes before putting them in the washer. "It was just breakfast," he muttered under his breath.
Liam started putting leftovers into containers, adding to the pile in the sink. "But it's not just breakfast, Killian. You do so much around here. For both of us. I've been a mess…" He sighed. "Well, since Papa came back into our lives. Everything I thought I knew about the past got turned upside down. Then I got passed over…if I took anything out on you, I'm sorry, Killian."
Killian's ears were bright red from embarrassment. He didn't do anything for praise or recognition. He did them because he loved his family. It really was that simple. He didn't need them fussing over him. "Anyone would have been thrown for a loop, brother. I wasn't my best self right before the wedding either."
"No, but you were right. You were right about him and I should have listened."
"You wanted to believe in him. There's nothing wrong with that."
"Maybe. But lately…you've been the strong one, Killian. You've held us together as a family and I can not thank you enough for that. This trip…put some things in perspective. A lot of things, actually. I missed you both so much…I know now that my place is here. With both of you. And I won't take that for granted again."
Killian rarely got to see Liam this vulnerable, but he was so proud of him. Admitting that was a big step. His hands were wet but he ignored it in favor of giving his brother a hug. "We missed you too, Liam. It just wasn't the same around here without you."
"It sounded like you two were thick as thieves," he teased, going back to the task of cleaning up.
"I'm not saying we didn't have our fun, but it's better with three." Killian laughed. "Though to be honest, we spent most of the time just going through junk in the spare bedrooms and the attic. We've got quite a lot to donate, I think."
"I should go through my things too. We need that closet space."
"Emma could very well push us out of our own closet!" They both laughed; Emma's wardrobe seemed to expand when no one was looking. Killian took it as a good thing; it meant she felt safe. Finding a home together had changed all their lives for the better.
"Speaking of space, I was thinking about Christmas…" Liam said. Once the kitchen was clean, they moved into the living room, discussing how best to rearrange things to fit in the tree. If they worked hard in the coming week, there was no reason they couldn't go tree shopping the next weekend.
"As long as things stay quiet," Killian said, jotting down some notes on supplies, "I should be home early enough. If we're going bigger than last year, we're going to need quite a few things."
Liam cocked his head, curious. "How are things with Captain Anderson?"
Killian shrugged. "He's a nice enough bloke. Let's me get on without too much interference."
"What about the rest? Intelligence can be a stressful job."
Killian leaned back on the couch, sighing heavily. "Scarier than I thought it would be. What I used to do for the Admiral pales in comparison."
"You were good at that, though."
"It doesn't feel like it. Sometimes I feel like a fish out of water. I assume they'll discover I'm a fraud and chuck me out."
"Killian, that's ridiculous. You're a good officer and honestly, a better man. I'm sure you're doing just fine."
"There's so much riding on my judgement. I just don't feel ready."
Liam leaned forward. "Killian…no one is. Every moment I've been in the service, I thought I wanted to command my own ship. I worked my way up, trained for it. I might even have been good at it. But it still scared the hell out of me."
"It did?"
"There are lives at stake, Killian. There's no way around that, especially now." He glanced away, not wanting to be reminded of his panic attack the day before. "All you can do is your best. Do what you believe is right. We're here for you, no matter what."
Killian blew out a long breath. It was comforting, knowing Liam had his back. "Thanks, Liam."
"What are older brothers for?" He grinned. "If Anderson gives you any trouble, we can sort him out together."
"Trying to get us kicked out?"
"No one messes with the Jones boys."
"Damn right."
Emma hung back for a moment, smiling to herself. Seeing them bond always made her heart clench. They truly did love one another. "What's going on?"
"How are you feeling?"
She padded into the room, dressed in some loose shorts and a tank top. "Pretty good actually. You know how much I love those hot baths."
Killian grinned as she sat to his left, tucking herself against his side. "You smell divine."
"That's the shampoo, silly."
"Still…" He tipped her chin up so he could kiss her. "Perfect."
Emma rolled her eyes, swatting his bare chest. "Whatever."
Liam got out of his chair to settle on Emma's other side. She sighed as he rested her feet in his lap. "We were discussing the upcoming holiday, lass."
"Are we still decorating?" It had sounded like a good idea when they talked about it, but minds changed.
"I'm game. Anything special in mind?"
Emma chewed on her lip. Last year, they'd only put up a tree, her first real Christmas tree of her own. "Maybe not anything too ostentatious. I was thinking about the tree in the window, then…some candles in the front windows? Maybe some wreathes?"
"Simple but classic," Liam observed. "I like that."
"It was something I always dreamed about as a kid, you know? A warm home to enjoy the holidays in."
"Did we miss that holiday you Yanks have?"
Emma frowned. "Thanksgiving? I think so. I only ever paid attention to it so I knew when not to go shopping. The stores are crazy on Black Friday. Although…before, it was a good time to steal a few things if I needed toiletries or something. Too many people to watch everyone. Something I learned from Neal."
Killian hugged her gently, his heart hurting for her. "I'm sorry, love."
"I am too." She slipped her hand into Liam's, he stroked the back of her with his thumb. "But there is nowhere I would rather be than here."
"Shall we watch something?" Liam asked.
Emma shook her head. "I think I've got a better idea." She brought Killian's hand to her lips and lightly kissed each fingertip. His breathing hitched, eyes going wide as hers darkened. She bent down, pink tongue swirling over each exposed nipple. "Is this okay?"
He nodded slowly. "Are you okay, sweet?"
She smiled, nails raking down his chest. "Just let me love you, okay? Both of you." She climbed into Killian's lap, capturing his lips as she beckoned Liam closer. The couch dipped as he moved, Emma breaking the kiss to kiss him in turn. She'd missed too much time with her boys; she wasn't about to waste a single second.