Author's note: Another installment of our favorite trio! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Ha, still not mine.
Chapter 10
They woke up so late the next day their plans for going out just felt silly. So rather than fit a square peg in a round hole, they utilized the flexibility of having zero responsibilities for the first time in months. The trio cooked a late brunch then stopped by the caretaker's house to see if it was okay for them to explore the grounds. The villa lay on the edge of the city and the property opened up into the countryside. After getting permission and some advice on the local trails, they set off on a hike. Emma found it romantic and picturesque, as well as invigorating. The pace was lazy—no one was in a hurry—but it gave her a chance to stretch and recover from the last two nights.
Their second evening in France had the boys making a meal for her, despite her protests. She wanted to help but Liam threatened to tie her to the chair if she lifted a finger.
"You're taking this pampering thing way too seriously," she complained.
"If anyone deserves it, it's you," he retorted. "You spent weeks looking after us. All by yourself."
"But I feel silly just sitting here."
Killian swung around the island and kissed her cheek. "Do you want to wear yourself out before we get to Paris?"
"Well no, but..." Then her eyes narrowed. "What's in Paris?"
Liam and Killian both laughed. "I think the better question is what isn't in Paris, sweetheart."
"And just what are you two planning?"
"Who says we're planning anything?"
She took a sip of her wine. "Please. We come to a villa off the beaten path, you buy me sex toys as a wedding gift. Now you're bring cryptic about Paris? I know you. So spill."
"We just want you to have an amazing time," Liam said, stirring the contents of the pot. "Share new experiences."
"And I'm assuming some of those are of a sexual nature?" she asked knowingly. Since when were they shy talking about sex? It was one of the things she loved about their relationship, especially in recent weeks. They were so comfortable with each other, secure in their love and attraction, they could talk about almost anything. Including their wants and fantasies.
"If you're so inclined."
"When have I not been inclined?" She looked between them thoughtfully. "Believe me, I love that we have walks in the countryside. And seeing the sights and learning the history and stuff. But this is our honeymoon. If all we did was stay in bed and..."
"Shag each other senseless?" Killian teased.
She laughed. "Well, yeah. I don't know about you guys, but I kinda miss the fun we used to be able to have. You know, before..."
"Before some very angry people decided to blow us up?" Liam finished. "No arguments here, lass."
"So if we were to suggest a few establishments..."
"You mean, clubs and stuff?"
Killian nodded. "Just to observe, at first. And if we all agreed, we could decide about participating, perhaps doing a scene of our own."
Emma shivered. She'd read about some of those types of places too. Before Liam's breakthrough, she didn't think they'd actually get to try it. He was fine at home, slowly blossoming under her careful watch. But given their mutual voyeuristic streaks, those kinds of clubs could be a lot of fun. Under the right circumstances.
"How long have you guys been thinking about this?"
"A while," Liam admitted. "Have you ever?"
She nodded. "Yeah, actually. Why do you think I bought those pants for you?" She gave him an appraising look. "Although if you only wanted to model them for me in private, that's fine too."
Liam smirked at her. "I guess we'll just have to see now won't we?"
"We've plenty of time until then," Killian said. "And we've got plans for you. You promised we'd use that camera."
She nodded. "I haven't forgotten. Though I'm still confused as to why you want porn of us. Can't we just watch some?"
Killian groaned. "Bloody hell, love. We're trying to be gentlemanly, let you rest. And here you are talking about watching porn with us!"
"What?" she shot back with a saucy smile. "We certainly had fun the last time we did that."
Killian came up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist. "Careful, I might bend you over this island and just fuck you."
"Don't make threats you can't keep, Killian."
"Sodding minx." He turned her head and kissed her once, passionately. "Being with you is so fucking intoxicating. You're up for anything, aren't you, Mrs. Jones?"
"Hmmm, just about. If I wasn't, we wouldn't be here now."
"Too right," Liam said, taking a long pull from his beer. It was getting hot in the kitchen and not from the food. Their Emma was shameless in her sexuality and they loved it. "Letting two men fuck you. So dirty."
"Would you be surprised if I said I'd fantasized about it? Long before I ever met you. I wondered how it would feel, having two guys at the same time." She couldn't recall ever admitting that out loud before. She'd thought it plenty of times.
"Jesus Christ, Emma." Killian closed his eyes, trying to tame his arousal. Emma deserved one night where they weren't pawing at her but she made it so bloody difficult.
"Me liking sex can't be a shock to you," she said matter of factly. "I walked into that club looking to get laid, remember?"
"Aye, I remember perfectly."
"Who is that?" Killian asked, his jaw slightly agape. The blonde was stunning in a short black number that looked like it was painted on her skin.
"Bloody hell," Liam said, following his brother's gaze. The lass was fucking gorgeous, flowing blonde hair, body perfectly proportioned. She was thin but had just the right amount of curves. Liam usually went for brunettes but there was something about this woman that he was drawn to.
"Don't even think it, I saw her first," Killian said. "I'm pretty sure she's alone too."
"What makes you think that?"
"That's not the kind of dress you wear if you're meeting someone. That dress screams 'fuck me silly.'"
"I don't know, brother. She looks hard to handle." The woman was at the bar getting a drink, her hips already swaying to the heavy beat. Liam typically hated places like this but he'd wanted to keep Killian out of trouble on their last night in the city. Their promotions could be on the line.
"Live a little, big brother," Killian said. As soon as the woman went to dance, Killian made up his mind. He stole to the bar and asked the bartender to gift the lass with a drink when she returned.
"Are you mad?" Liam spat when his brother returned. Truth be told, he hadn't taken his eyes from the woman the whole time she danced. Christ, she could move.
"What? We have separate rooms. Were you going to babysit me the whole time, Liam?" Killian found the woman in the crowd. "Who knows, perhaps she'd be up for sharing."
"Killian!" Liam hissed.
"Only a joke, brother. Get the mast out of your arse. But I have to say if she were...I'd do it. She's something."
"You haven't even met her yet. Ten pounds says she turns you down flat."
"You're on." The woman came back and Killian made a show of talking to Liam while watching her out of the corner of his eye. Liam was staring too; whatever his brother's protests, Killian knew better. He liked the mysterious woman too. It hit Killian in a rush that he hadn't exactly been joking when he suggested they share her. They'd never done that before, respected each other's space. But then again, they'd never been interested in the same woman either. Liam's taste was usually more circumspect; he'd only had one or two brief flings since Clara. Killian was more of a one night stand type, had been ever since Milah. He had a feeling the mystery woman would be different though. She had the most extraordinary face, world weary yet she had an innocence about her. He couldn't recall the last time he was this attracted to someone, and he hadn't even spoken to her yet.
Liam's laugh broke through Killian's thoughts. "See? Ignored your gift completely."
That only fueled his interest. Why would she turn down a perfectly good drink? They watched as she looked their way, a tiny smile on her lips. When she finished her drink and headed back to the dance floor, Killian whipped out his wallet to leave some money for his tab. "I'm finding her."
Liam pushed down the flash of jealousy. She'd turn him down. "Your funeral." He watched as Killian strode into the crowd, seeking the mysterious woman.
Killian walked up right behind her, his hands lightly stroking her bare arms. He smiled when she shivered. "Accepting a drink then running away...that's very bad form, love."
"Most men would take that as a hint," the woman replied, her voice quivering just the tiniest bit. That was when he knew she liked him too.
"Perhaps I'm not most men." He pulled her flush against his front, moving with her, their bodies syncing up perfectly. When she turned and looked up into his eyes with those haunting green orbs, he knew that if he didn't get to bed her, he'd regret it. She was even more stunning up close. They danced, bodies flush, flagrantly flirting with each other, making introductions. He loved the feel of her in his arms, soft yet firm in all the right places.
"Who's your friend?"
Killian turned, unsurprised to see Liam staring at them. His brother downed a shot looking thunderous. "Oh, that's my brother. Liam. He's just sad I spotted you first."
"Does your brother often watch you get your game on?"
"As a matter of fact, no. Is he bothering you?"
"Not really. It's such a shame he'll be going home alone tonight though." Killian looked back at her, both amused and really fucking turned on. Emma had her hand clapped over her mouth, looking shocked that she'd said such a thing. So she had seen them staring at her. She'd seen their interest, both of them. Well, wasn't that interesting?
"Was that a request?" he teased. He fully expected her to say no. While he felt a little bad that Liam would be alone, he wasn't turning down the chance to have this woman, if she was willing. Still, he couldn't help wondering. "Nothing to be ashamed of, lass. All you have to do is say the word."
"Really?"
He still expected her to back out so he shrugged. "Not many women can say they've been pleasured by the Jones boys."
"Not many?"
"Well, any really. But I get the impression there's more than enough of you to go around." He meant that. Only a few fleeting moments with her and he knew she was unlike any woman he'd ever met. He'd give her whatever she desired, as long as he got to participate. He'd never been in a threesome before, but he was willing to try anything once.
Liam wished he could look away but he couldn't. The liquor burned his throat as he watched his brother and the blonde dance. She was glorious, hair flowing down her back, hips grinding to the beat. Killian held her close, stroking her curves and she seemed really into it. He seethed with jealousy but he wouldn't take this away from his brother. Liam watched so long he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him when the woman caught his eye through the crowded club. She beckoned and he looked at her curiously. What could she want? Almost against his will, he walked that way, moving to stand behind her. She didn't flinch when he touched her, leaning back into it. Killian made introductions and Liam found himself in the middle of the most unusual night of his life.
"So did you hand over the ten pounds?" Emma asked. They eschewed the nook for the living room, the three of them curled up on the couch with trays Emma had found in the pantry. It was one of the oddest meals they'd ever had, story and meal being interrupted by lots of making out and teasing touches. The food was a little cold but no one cared. This was the first Emma was hearing of their side of their first meeting; she was fascinated. And really turned on. She didn't care about their dumb rules. She wanted to have sex with them. Again.
"Why? I didn't lose the bet."
"But I turned down the drink."
"Ah, but you didn't turn me down," Killian said smugly. "You let me touch and stroke and kiss and fuck this incredible body, lass."
Emma bit back a groan, instead leaning in to nip at his earlobe. "Yeah, later. Maybe I wanted to see if you would chase me."
"Which I did, if memory serves. You were the one who suggested you take both of us home."
"Don't know what I was thinking. I must have been crazy."
Liam ran his hand up her thigh. "Aye, must have been. God, but you were glorious that night. Best night of my life." He was surprised how much he got off on seeing Emma that way, caught between them, naked, flushed, wanting. How much she craved their touch, still did. He discovered things that night and it changed his life, even if it took him time to fully accept it.
"Not our wedding night?" Emma teased, lifting his palm to be kissed.
"Very well, second best. Although that first night I never imagined we'd get to call you ours forever."
"Neither did I. But I knew when I woke up that something had changed. I wasn't the same," Emma admitted. They'd gotten under her skin and she couldn't shake them. Now she didn't want to.
"Glad to know it wasn't just us then," he said, kissing the corner of her lips. "Because I can't imagine a life without you."
Emma turned to him, nudging his head to hers. They touched foreheads and Emma stole a kiss from his lips. "Sometimes I feel like I'm going to wake up, alone again."
"Believe me, love, we are very real." He picked her up and deposited her in his lap. Emma giggled and squirmed until she was comfortable. "And you have been so brave, through everything we've been through. I can't tell you how proud I am to be yours."
She smiled and cupped his cheeks, kissing him slowly and thoroughly until her toes curled in pleasure. She reached for Killian, who took her hand and scooted closer. "You're the family I always wanted," she said simply, looking from one to the other. "You're my home. Always."
Killian brought her hand to his lips and kissed it; Liam hugged her close. It turned into an awkward threeway hug, but Emma merely sighed happily. They'd come so far in a year's time; it almost made her want to cry. Almost. Fortunately, Emma knew of a much more enjoyable way to celebrate the love she'd found with these two brothers.
"Take me to bed," she said softly.
"Lass," Killian started, but Emma placed a finger to his lips.
"Nothing strenuous. Maybe not even toys. But I need you to make love to me. Please?"
Killian nodded, sucking her finger into his mouth. She bit her lip as he ran his tongue over the sensitive pad. "Brother?"
Liam was already nuzzling her neck, lips pressing kisses into her skin. "Aye. We could get the camera. Would you like that, lass?"
Emma shivered. "Our first real foray into porn? I'm in."
"Well, I think we'll be doing the penetrating," Killian teased, not making the best innuendo, but Emma didn't seem to mind. "But next time? I would love to see the Mistress wield the camera."
"Oh, she's going to a lot more than that," Emma promised. "She's got plans for you. And for you."
"You're really looking forward to have both of us to play with, aren't you?"
Emma smiled at Killian. "You have no idea." She extricated herself from Liam's lap and held out her hands. "Come on." They each took a hand and let her lead them to the bedroom. They'd managed to unpack earlier so it wasn't as cluttered at it had been the night before. So far they'd only slept in the bed but Emma wanted to see themselves in that mirror, naked, bringing one another pleasure over and over again. She pulled Killian into a hungry kiss, hands snaking under his shirt. Liam dropped to his knees and hitched Emma's shirt up, pressing hot kisses to her lower back. Killian worked the buttons of her borrowed shirt, eager to get his hands on her soft skin.
"You're going to have to let us go long enough to get the camera," he admonished, nipping at Emma's throat. "Maybe you could do a little striptease, sweet."
"Hmm, you just might be in luck, sailor." She smiled at him and pushed him away. While Killian went to fetch their equipment, she knelt to the floor and let Liam kiss her.
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
She nodded. "Everything is right when you're touching me," she confirmed. She urged his mouth to her throat, shivering as he sucked greedily on her pulse. Killian worked to set up the tripod, fumbling with it a bit, distracted by the sounds she made. Emma felt a pulse deep in her core; they'd done smaller shorter recordings of some of their sexual escapades but this was their first real long form one. She was excited and nervous and and really needed to feel them after reminiscing about the way they had met. This connection they shared was almost a tangible thing, intense and life affirming.
Finally, Killian got the camera working, flipping it on and training on the lovers on the floor. "This is going to be amazing," he said, flicking his gaze from the small screen to the real thing. Just the knowledge that she would let them do this made him painfully hard. He couldn't forget the first time she'd ever sent them a video of her getting herself off with a dildo. She'd been a natural, getting off on performing for them.
Emma caught his eye and smiled. She dragged Liam's mouth back to hers and kissed him swiftly. "Ready?"
"Aye." He nuzzled her cheek for a moment them forced himself to stand. Liam moved back behind the camera to give Emma plenty of space for her little show.
Killian found his phone and pulled up a track for her to dance to. The beat was reminiscent of the night they met, which wasn't on purpose, but from her face he knew it was welcome. "There you go, lass."
Emma stood, shaking out her long hair. "Hmm, if only we'd had this that night too."
Liam curled his hand around one of the bed posts. "Loved watching you dance. Couldn't take my eyes off you."
She smiled at him, fingers skimming down the sides of her open blouse. "I felt you staring." She was thankful for the wine they'd consumed at dinner; it made it easier for her to forget everything but the beat and her boys' gazes on her. She hadn't done much of this—they loved peeling off her clothing—but she enjoyed it. Her eyes fell closed as she recalled that night, the night her life changed. She turned off her brain and simply felt, the music driving her.
She danced in slow circles, hands running over her body, slowly revealing her skin. The borrowed shirt went first, tossed aside so she could fondle her breasts. Their groans could be heard over the music but she kept going, hips rolling sinuously. She flashed them a coy smile before popping the button on her jeans and turning to shimmy out of them. She wore a new set of matching underwear, once again thankful Ruby had insisted on taking her shopping. These were a royal purple, hugged her curves perfectly.
"Fucking hell," Killian cursed. He swore she got more beautiful every fucking time he saw her. He wanted to bury his face in her cleavage, hold her as she rode him into oblivion. Liam wasn't much better, blatantly rubbing the bulge in his pants.
Emma smirked over her shoulder. "Problem?"
"Aye, we're not fucking you yet."
"Isn't this what you wanted?" She turned, her hand skimming down her belly, fingers teasing the waistband to her barely there panties. "A striptease?" Her fingers danced over the fabric, teasing her mound. She was very aroused, her skin hot, clit throbbing near her fingers. She rolled a straining nipple between her fingers through the satin, other hand finding her clit. "Oh god."
"Such a fucking exhibitionist," Liam growled.
"Is that what you want?" she said, wetting her lips.
"I want to see you come."
Emma nodded, bra and panties quickly finding the floor. Killian stood behind the camera and followed her as she climbed onto the bed. She remained on her hands and knees, spreading her legs to give the camera (and them) a good view. She braced her weight on one arm and reached back, deftly stroking her aching flesh. She was already slippery, aroused by the opportunity to perform, knowing they were watching her. She alternated between rubbing her clit and fucking her fingers, following the demands of her body. How many times in the months after that first night had she done this? Laid in her bed, replaying her sinful and decadent night of sex in her mind, conjuring new ones in her imagination. Hands, toys, fantasies, none of it was quite the same, nothing could quite recapture how this felt. Having these two men desire her, want nothing than to bring her pleasure, was unlike anything she'd ever experienced.
Which was why she jumped at the chance to sleep with them again when they were reunited. This was what the three of them were built for, hours upon hours of pleasure. Finding the home she'd spent her whole life searching for was the icing on the cake. A perfect storm.
Liam couldn't stand it any longer, he opened his fly and leaned back against the bedpost, stroking slowly as he watched her. "You're dripping," he hissed, thumb brushing the sensitive head of his cock. "Bloody hell."
"Enjoying yourself, lass?" Killian said, tightening the shot on her. Emma rolled onto her back, slippery fingers sliding over her skin. He watched as she undulated, lost in her own world, beautifully manipulating her body. His jeans were killing him, as hard as he'd ever been in his life, gazing down at his wife.
"Why am I the only one naked?" she breathed, coming back to herself a bit. She pushed three fingers into her swollen heat, back arching.
"Because you're putting on a show for us," Killian said, even as he dragged his shirt over his head. "Finger fucking that greedy cunt."
Emma mewled, she'd loved dirty talk. And her husbands were pros. "Feels so good."
"But you want more, don't you?" Liam asked, doing his own hasty stripping. "You want a cock in you."
Emma moaned, her other hand finding her clit. She rocked her hips up, chasing her high. "God, more."
Liam stretched out beside her, careful not to touch. "You're addicted," he murmured in her ear. "You need a cock to fill you up, fuck all these holes. A fucking wanton greedy thing, needing both of us to satisfy you."
Emma screamed as she climaxed, Liam's words sending her body into overdrive. She sagged into the mattress, panting for breath, but still felt hollow. Liam was exactly right, she craved them like a drug, and she needed another hit.
Killian moved the camera back enough to encompass the whole bed, then moved to join them. He was through watching. Wordlessly, he and Liam tenderly stroked her skin, licking away beads of sweat. She moaned weakly but didn't protest as they moved her closer to the center of the bed.
Her eyes fluttered open, allowing her to gaze directly into the mirror above. "Oh my god."
Killian kissed the side of her breast. "See how stunning you are, love? We have a goddess in our bed."
She reached for him and he came, covering her mouth with his. Liam suckled at her breast, tongue flicking her hardened nub. He loved how responsive she was, uninhibited. His Emma was comfortable in her own skin and let them play her like an instrument time after time.
"Wanna taste you," Killian growled against her lips. He parted her thighs with his hand, thumb touching her clit. "Emma."
She nodded, hips canting her hips into his touch. "Please." Liam didn't hesitate to occupy her lips as Killian slid down her body and splayed her thighs. She reached blindly, fingers knotting in Liam's curls. "Yes."
"Touch me," Liam pleaded, guiding her hand. "Oh my god, lass."
"Can I taste?" she asked, fingers curling around the engorged flesh. He was smooth, hot; she wanted to suck him.
"Anything," he swore. It took some maneuvering but Emma turned her head and let him slide past her lips. She propped herself on one arm, bobbing slowly, body contorted as Killian ate her out. His touch was electric, hands kneading her ass as he worked her swollen flesh. He licked her with the flat of his tongue, swirled it around her clit, lapped at her weeping entrance. Over and over, eating her like a man starved.
"Fuck, get back on your hands and knees," Killian cursed. Emma had to release Liam to do so, but once she did, she was in a much more comfortable position. All she had to do was hold herself up while they toyed with her. Liam held her hair as he fucked her mouth; he glanced up at the mirror and groaned. They were quite a sight, Emma sucking him down while Killian played with her cunt.
"Such a hot wet mouth," Liam groaned. "Fuck."
Emma was shaking, body tensing for another orgasm. "Ah, ah, not yet," Killian admonished, kissing one of her ass cheeks. He straightened up to his knees, rubbing the head of his cock over her slick slit. "Remember the last time we were like this? You promised we'd record you getting fucked, love. You want it, don't you?"
Emma released Liam, rocking back. She'd been so close to coming; she needed him to stop teasing. "Just fuck me already!" she cried.
"Demanding lass." Killian sank into her, plunging deep. They both moaned and Emma's back arched. Her fingers tightened in the sheets; that stretch exactly what she needed. Liam leaned back against the post, content let them fuck while he watched. He'd have her soon. He wanted to enjoy the show.
"Yes," she breathed. "Feels so fucking good like this." She moved with him, meeting Killian's thrusts with her hips. "God, so deep."
"Fuck, Emma." Killian bent over and brushed a kiss to her damp back. "Spread your knees." She did, just enough, and suddenly he was buried to the hilt, balls slapping her clit. "Do you know how fucking hot this is? Seeing you take all of me? Such a perfect cunt." Both he and Liam were above average, thick and long, she just took it, often at the same time, her body was wonder. He rocked into her over and over and over, bottoming out. Emma's arms gave out, her head buried in the sheets, ass up, thighs straining as she rode him. Or he rode her. It didn't matter as they found a rhythm, slow and deep, not too rough.
"Look at Liam, Emma," Killian said, tugging a little on her hair. "Look at the camera as I fuck you."
It took effort but she managed to turn her head, eyes locking with Liam's. He nodded approvingly, cocking his head toward the camera. She flicked her gaze to it, focusing on the blinking red light. It was capturing every minute of this, every plea and sound that came from her lips, preserving every intense erotic moment. A shudder ran through her, another surge of wetness between her legs and she cursed.
"Killian...god, I need to come! Please! Please!"
"Steady, love. I've got you." She fit around him like glove, wet and scorching. He bent over and grabbed her around the middle. He snapped his hips into hers, telling her how incredible she felt, how much he wanted to watch this back, let her see how fucking amazing she was. Emma trembled hard, the pressure building, the new angle striking her g spot and making her see stars. She screamed his name as she climaxed a second time, every nerve on fire from the intensity of it. Killian grunted, riding her through it, feeling her walls ripple along his generous length. He cried out when he followed, pulsing deep within her, and Emma felt it, the hot spurts of his release.
Killian rolled off the moment he went still, leaving Emma to sink down into the soft mattress. She moaned quietly, sensing Liam's hungry blue gaze. Her eyes found him, raking up his body, his hand pumping his cock without shame. "Hello, lass."
"Need some help?" she asked breathlessly. Need for her burned in his eyes, and a throb a want shot through her. Watching him touch himself made her want him.
"It can wait."
Emma pushed herself up, moving to Liam's corner of the bed. "And what if I wanted to help you?"
"Such a greedy lass."
"Hey, you said it, buddy. I need both of you to keep me satisfied." Being so close to her time of the month, Emma wasn't in the least shocked that she wanted more sex. Her already healthy libido climbed a couple of notches, which no one complained about.
"Then I should get on that."
"Or I could just do this." She eased her legs over his, so they were hanging off the bed. Liam held her steady as she raised her hips and guided him to her. She kissed him as she took him in, her body still sensitive from her first two orgasms. But it felt amazing, being impaled in Liam's lap. They rocked together slowly, shallow thrusts, in no hurry as they explored each other's mouths and skin. Liam kissed a hot line down her chest, mouth on her breasts. "Yes, oh yes." She buried her fingers in his hair, holding him to her chest as he lapped at her nipple. Jolts of desire shot to her core, clit throbbing as they rocked steadily.
Killian went to snatch the camera, trying to jar it as little as possible even as he held it in his hand. Emma fucking Liam was tender but no less passionate than their earlier round and he wanted to capture it. The lovers were vaguely aware of him, Emma flashing the camera a smile as she rocked in Liam's lap.
Liam grabbed her ass, using the leverage to help her ride him. She was flushed, skin sensitive to the touch, but she took what she wanted, welcoming him into her soft willing body. "That's it, sweet. Fuck, you're so bloody hot, feels so good around me."
"Liam...so good," she echoed. She captured his lips in a needy kiss. "Want to come, wanna feel you inside me."
He slipped a hand between them, quickly finding her clit. Emma mewled, nodding frantically. "Ride me, Emma. I'll catch you when you fall." He stroked her clit in time with her thrusts, hissing as her nails dug into his skin. But it was a good pain. His Emma gripped his shoulders, moving faster and faster, chasing her climax. It washed over her suddenly, walls gripping him tight as he rubbed her. In a flash, he had her on her back, driving into her until he spilled himself inside her heat. The pleasure rocked him to the core and he pressed tender kisses to her sweaty skin. "Love you."
Emma's head lolled, but she didn't lose consciousness this time. She fumbled a bit but found his lips. "Love you too."
Killian switched off the camera and laid it aside. He sat near them on the bed, gently stroking Emma's damp hair. "Okay, lass?"
"Mmhmm." Liam rolled off her and she sucked in some much needed air. "Hey."
Killian smiled and kissed her brow. "Love you."
"Ditto."
Killian laughed. "You are...honestly, I'm not sure I have words, Emma. But I'll keep trying to find some."
"I don't need flattery to know you love me."
"I know. But a woman such as you deserves it." He brought her hand to his lips. "Can you make it to the loo? I can bring you a washcloth."
Emma groaned. "No, I think I can make it." She took a deep breath and pushed herself up. She knew being in shape was how she could handle all this sex. As well as looking after herself, which her husbands were a little OCD about. She adored them for it. Her legs wobbled a little but she made it to the bathroom. She used the facilities and cleaned herself up, only wincing a little. She was a little tender, even though that was gentle by their standards. Perhaps a day's grace wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"Everything okay?" Liam asked when she returned. He had on some boxers and handed her one of his Navy t-shirts. Liam was so broad shouldered, it fell to Emma's knees.
"Yeah." He cocked a brow at her. "Okay, maybe a little sore."
"Emma," he said sternly.
"I know, I know. I'll be good tomorrow, I promise." To seal it, she pecked his lips. "Do you really regret it?"
"Oh, love, of course not. But you're not a machine." He touched her cheek. "I just want you to take care of yourself."
She nuzzled his palm. "And I do. I seduced you guys. And it was really fucking amazing. Maybe it's this place."
Liam chuckled. "It's early but I think a good night's rest is something we all could use."
Emma wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight. You wouldn't expect a man like Liam to be so caring, but being protective was just in his wiring. After fending for herself for so long, having these two looking out for her was something she didn't want to take for granted. "Hmm, this is nice too."
Killian came back with a tray of water and snacks in his hands. He smiled tenderly at them, pleased to see that Emma was okay. "Thirsty?"
"Very." Emma let go of Liam and climbed into the bed. "Hmm, bedside service. Thanks, Killian."
"I don't know about you, lass, but I'm a bit hungry after that." He flashed her a smirk, handing Liam a glass of water. He grabbed his own and placed the tray in the middle of the bed. This was no different from home, with them sharing some down time after sex.
"You're the best," Emma gushed, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Oh my god."
"Good?"
"Is that French chocolate?"
"Most likely."
"We need to find out and bring some home. Taste." She picked up a piece and fed it to him. "See?"
Killian laughed. "I'm not quite the chocolate connoisseur you are, love, but it's very good."
"Hey!"
"Merely stating a fact," he assured her. "It's rather endearing, to be honest."
Liam settled on her other side. "We all have our quirks, lass. Don't mind him."
Emma stuck her tongue out at Killian and rested her head on Liam's shoulder. "He's so mean," she mock complained.
"You're in trouble now, brother," Liam teased.
"Sod off." Killian turned back to Emma, picking up a piece of her favorite fruit. "Can you accept my humble apologies, my love?"
She smiled, unable to resist his face. "Of course, silly." She wasn't even truly mad. Emma leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the fruit, sucking it right from his fingers. She hummed happily, the fruit delicious. "Now come here you." Killian nudged his way over and Emma kissed him. She could taste chocolate on his tongue. "Better?"
"Just when I think I can't love you more," Killian confirmed.
Emma's smile began to hurt her cheeks. She couldn't recall a time in her life when she was this happy. Or that this kind of happiness could exist. They talked about their plans for the next day; since it was early, they were hopeful they could get an early start. This was the boys' first trip to France too, so they were excited about seeing the sights. Not to mention that Killian could practice his French.
When Emma came out from her bath, Liam surprised her with sweet French rolls and coffee, fresh from a bakery down the road. They were dressed for a day out; the weather seemed to be holding for now. It was supposed to rain later in the week but they would have plenty things to occupy them.
"Do you think they give the tour in English?" Emma asked as they climbed into the car.
"I'm sure they do. The cathedral's a tourist attraction, like Westminster Abbey. Visitors come from all over the world, I'd expect," Liam assured her.
"Speaking of, why haven't we been there?"
"We live in London, love. I should think we had better things to do."
Emma rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but I've only lived there for a year. Maybe I want to be a little tourist-y?"
Killian cocked his head. "Well..."
She shoved his shoulder. "I'll just go with the girls when we get back. Since it's clearly above you."
"I didn't say that!"
"Relax, I'm just teasing," she soothed. She threaded their fingers together over the gear shift. "I like our quiet life." Plus as it stood, they could hardly leave their home without paps following them. This was a treat, getting to see a new place without being hounded.
The GPS guided them to the cathedral; Emma got a kick out of the English accent pronouncing all the French names. Killian parked a little distance away, so they got a chance to walk, take in the atmosphere. The cathedral was in the one of oldest part of the city, it reminded Emma of the narrow streets in some of London's oldest neighborhoods. The cathedral dominated the skyline in that part of the city, still Emma gasped when they stood in front of it. It was enormous, the ancient stone intricately carved. She got out her phone and snapped a few pictures of it; Liam insisted they get a few of the three of them in front of the huge structure. They took some selfies and got a passerby to take a few more of them, arms wrapped tight around each other.
They headed inside, joining a tour group at the last moment. The place was even more impressive from the inside. The walls seemed to go on forever, climbing higher and higher. They listened to the stocky middle aged Frenchman give the tour; the dimensions were difficult to comprehend and they were standing in the middle of it! She was blown away by the beauty of the stained glass, the sheer time and manpower it must have taken to build such a place.
To say it was awe inspiring sold it short.
"Wait til we visit Notre Dame," Liam whispered.
"I can't wait." She wrapped an arm around his waist so they could catch up to the group. She'd lagged behind staring up at the gorgeous circular window.
"Enjoying yourself?" Killian asked when they caught up.
"Yeah."
They lingered on the edge of the group, not wanting to draw attention. But that didn't stop Killian from stealing a kiss or two. Emma would roll her eyes and urge his eyes front, but he just grinned and slipped her hand into his. They got a few odd looks; Emma frowned as a mother shielded her young daughter from them, scowling. Liam tightened his arm around her, brushing a kiss to her temple.
The tour wasn't quite as fun after that.
"Are you alright, Emma?"
"Fine." Liam shared a look with Killian, but let the subject pass. For the moment.
As soon as they left the cathedral, Killian growled. "You'd think we had leprosy or something."
"Killian, it's not worth it," Liam chided.
"Making Emma uncomfortable's not worth it? Are you mad?"
"He's right," Emma said. "It's nothing we haven't seen before."
"But Emma..."
She stood up on her toes and cupped his cheeks. "Let's just focus on having a good time, okay? It's already forgotten."
His eyes softened and he leaned his forehead on hers. "Anything for you, love."
"Okay, why don't we go enjoy the nice weather? I think someone mentioned a picnic?"
He smiled, placing a gentle kiss to her lips. "That would be nice." It would be away from people anyway; Killian wasn't fond of them at the moment. He'd seen the stricken look in his wife's eyes, the fact that it was a child clearly bothering her more than she wanted to let on. They'd faced that and worse from adults, ultimately shaking it off and living their lives. Hell, their own father believed their life was horrible and immoral, but they'd married her anyway.
As time went on it got easier to ignore that kind of prejudice, or perhaps they'd just found a bubble to stay in where it couldn't touch them. Their friends accepted them, the brothers' careers were intact. Emma's initial fears about being in this type of relationship were gone, but Killian knew all too well that challenges remained. Children being the most important. Seeing that little girl drove that point home for him. Emma would be a wonderful mother. She had such a kind and giving heart; his own broke every time he saw her hurting, even for a moment. Could they bring a child into their world?
He hoped so.
They left the city and stopped by their villa to get supplies for their picnic. The day before the caretaker had shown them a map of the area, pointed a few areas known for their beauty. A picnic along the Seine was exactly what they needed.
The Roumare forest wasn't far from the western edge of the city, protected as a park. The forest itself was quite old, knarled trees lined stretches of the road. Killian drove again, picnic basket in the passenger seat. Emma and Liam sat in the back, talking quietly.
The car park lay at the head of the trail, right where the caretaker promised it was. Liam carried the heavy basket and Emma grabbed the flannel blanket she kept in the back. She linked her arm through Killian's as they started up the trail.
"You okay?"
"Better now."
"I appreciate what you wanted to do back there. I'd just rather have you here."
"I'd rather be here too." He wrapped his arm across her shoulders. "I promise, no more outbursts."
"I happen to love my fiery Commander," Emma replied, nudging him with her hip. "How about we try not to let the little things bother us?"
"That sounds good, lass."
They hiked until the trail stopped; off to the left, they could hear the river. "Might get bumpy," Liam warned ahead of them. "Watch your step."
"You too!" Emma said. They had to pick their way between the trees, moving in the general direction of the river. The tree line thinned out and opened into a clearing, right up to the riverbank. "Oh wow." It was beautiful, the grass still a rich green, the trees providing some shade, exposed white limestone on the opposite bank. Some of the trees were just starting to change colors, which only added to the beauty.
"The old man knows his stuff," Liam complimented. The caretaker, Rene, seemed a little leery of them, but did, as Liam said, know his stuff. They couldn't have found this place in any guidebook. Only someone who knew the area well could have chosen a romantic secluded place like this.
"Maybe he brought his wife here," Emma mused, looking around.
"You think the old codger had a wife?"
"Picture behind his desk," she said. "Had to be fifty years old. They looked young."
"Probably first generation after the war," Liam said wisely. "Poor bloke."
"Hard to imagine this area with troops and Jeeps and stuff," Emma said. Her history was extremely rusty, but she knew most of France had been occupied and it was likely this part of Normandy saw a lot of fighting.
"Maybe our little spot was spared," Killian said, thinking out loud. "It is beautiful."
"Yeah." They shook out the flannel under a shaded corner of the glen and methodically unpacked their homemade lunch. It was so much different from visiting Hyde Park; the only sounds were the tinkle of the river and the occasional bird. It was peaceful, which helped them shake off the lingering unpleasantness of the morning.
"Think we can finish the whole bottle?" Killian asked, popping the cork on the wine tucked away in the cooler.
"One of us has to drive," Emma reminded him.
"Aye, but we'll be here for a while, don't you think?"
"It is nice be outside." She didn't mind it when she knew she had a place to go home to.
Liam chuckled. "Not an outdoorsy type, lass?"
She took a bite of her sandwich. "I don't hate it. But I've always lived in cities. Easier to disappear. Even in the system, not many foster parents had the time or the money for simple things like trips to the park."
"We only saw the country on those rare trips to visit family or an even rarer trip to the beach," Liam said thoughtfully. "I didn't learn to appreciate it until I was at the Academy."
"Do people go camping here? Is that a thing?"
"Like for fun?"
Emma shrugged. "I guess? I was with a family once...they were going to take me but...everything went wrong. Again." That was pretty much the story of her life until a year ago. Every time something good came her way, it got ruined. Until she'd learned not to hope for anything at all. All that changed when the Jones brothers barreled into her life.
Neither brother hesitated to lay their lunches aside and enfold her in their arms. Talking about her past got a little bit easier every time but nothing healed quite like their hugs. This was what it felt like to be safe and protected. Even though she didn't need protecting anymore, she cherished it all the same.
"We'll take you," Liam murmured. "One day soon."
"I'd like that." She kissed his cheek, then Killian's. "Although I have to say this is pretty nice."
"All that's missing is some horses for us to go riding," Killian said, picking up his glass.
"You can ride?" Emma asked surprised.
"Officer, lass. We were all taught the basics."
"I never been," she said, a bit wistful. It was one of the few dreams she'd had as a little girl, half hoping her father would ride in one day and rescue her, like a mystical knight.
"I'll bet we can fine someplace to do that," Liam said. "We can do some research when we get back to the villa."
"I don't want to put us out of our way."
Liam put a finger to her lips. "This is your trip, Emma. If you want to try a hand at riding, then we shall. Killian and I can teach you."
After polishing off the last of the food, Emma stretched out on her belly, legs kicking in the air. "So what about you guys? Tell me something I don't already know about you."
Liam laid back, hands under his head. He loved and trusted Emma implicitly but he never found talking about himself appealing. Killian used to tease him about it, saying that it was why it was so difficult for him to date. The truth was after Clara, he wasn't interested in dating much. Focusing on his career was something he could control. Emma changed everything and he found that he wanted her to know things.
"I took music lessons," he said, speaking to the sky. "Guitar and voice to be exact."
Emma touched his elbow tenderly. "How long?"
"Until just after my ninth birthday. We couldn't afford them after..."
"Oh."
"Put the thing away and never looked at it again. It hurt too much."
Emma moved, curling into his side and laying her hand on his chest. "I'm so sorry, Liam."
He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. "It's okay."
"Would you ever consider...taking it up again?"
He frowned. "I honestly don't know. I think I'd be too shy."
"You, shy?"
"I think you have me confused with Killian. He's the shameless flirt."
"OI!" Killian snapped from nearby.
Emma chuckled. "You flirt shamelessly with me." she pointed out.
"Well, that's you. I just can't seem to help myself. Ask Killian. I was rubbish at dating."
"That's true," Killian said. "You're very special, Emma."
She rolled her eyes but leaned up kiss his lips. "Their loss is my gain, husband."
He smiled. "Don't think I'll ever get tired of how that sounds, Mrs. Jones." He pressed his lips more firmly to hers, rolling them so she was on her back. They made out for some time, until Emma's skin buzzed and crackled.
"Damn."
"Love?"
"Nevermind." She kissed him one more time, then pushed him off so she could sit up. "Come on, let's go enjoy the sunshine." She felt a bit like a little kid, urging her crush (or in this case crushes) to chase her around the playground. Another piece of her blighted childhood that she—in a small way—was getting back. She ran up to Killian and tagged his shoulder, making him laugh. He let her have a bit of a head start, before chasing after her. Liam sat on the blanket for few minutes, watching them play and laugh, a smile on his face. Then, just for fun, he dug out his phone and shot a little video of them, something they could look back at to remember the sheer joy on their faces. Once he was done, he joined in the game, Emma's merry laugh warming his heart.
One moment Emma was dodging a tree, trying to mind her footing, and the next strong arms were around her waist and hoisting her up off the ground. She screeched and kicked, the blue plaid shirt giving her attacker away as Killian. "Put me down!"
"In a minute." he chuckled, patting her bum. "You could get lost in the woods, you know."
"Too lazy to send out a search party?"
"Or you could twist an ankle and get eaten by something," he continued, thoroughly amused at her efforts to free herself.
"There aren't any predators in these woods," she shot back skeptically.
"And how do you know that? Has your French improved?" There were signs when they entered the park, mostly rubbish about staying on the trails and such. However, none of them mentioned dangerous wild animals, with the exception of not feeding harmless ones.
"You're making that up!"
"Am I?" They emerged from the tree line, Liam just shaking his head at them pair of them.
Emma squirmed again, trying to push herself up. Only she overcompensated and sent them both down in a heap. An "ow!" was quickly followed by a "bloody hell" and Emma rubbed her tailbone until the pain faded some.
Liam knelt between them. "Are you alright? Anything broken?"
Killian groaned, holding his elbow. It had taken the brunt of his fall. "Don't think so. Stings like a bitch though."
"Sorry," Emma muttered. "Ugh."
"May I see?" Liam asked. Emma nodded and rolled on her belly. He examined her lower back. "It's not bruised yet. A little ice and you should be fine."
Killian stretched out his arm; the pain was already fading. "Sorry, Emma."
"I'll be okay." She winced as she sat up. "I've had a lot worse than this. Neither of you have to go easy on me. I learned to play rough, you know." Both as a kid and in her job as a bailbodsperson, she'd learned to look after herself. Roughhousing with her husbands was a piece of cake in comparison. And infinitely more fun.
"I think we've had enough excitement for one day," Liam said.
"Can we sit by the river for a while?" Emma asked. "I don't want to leave yet."
He smiled. "Sure." He moved their blanket and basket to the river's edge and Killian helped her up. She hugged him and tenderly pecked his lips. "You okay?"
"Aye, I'm fine. A little warning next time?"
"That's no fun. If we were sparring, I wouldn't have warned you."
"Don't give me ideas, lass. You are glorious when you're fighting."
"You guys are so weird."
"What? That we can appreciate your strength as well as your beauty? Your ability to look after yourself is one of the things I love about you."
She blushed and laid her head on his chest. She spent so much of her life hiding who she was, playing the tough girl; it was still a wonder to her that with them she could be both. She could dress up and embrace her femininity, be vulnerable, and the next moment, she could wrestle or spar with them and kick their butts. And they always looked at her with the same love and adoration, no matter what.
Killian kissed the crown of her head, relishing the opportunity to simply hold her. They'd had precious few quiet moments the last few weeks; like her, he missed the simplicity of their life before the bombing. Before they were national news and held up as the poster children for non-binary relationships. He wanted a simple life with his love and his brother, quietly doing their jobs, with good friends and perhaps one day, a family.
"Liam's got our seat ready, love."
"Okay." She disentangled herself but held his hand as they walked to the river. It was bluer than she expected, but then again she'd lived in New York. Before sitting, she tugged off her boots, socks, and rolled her pants up.
"Emma?"
"Just for a little bit." How often would she get this kind of chance? She plopped down on the ground, ignoring the tiny flash of pain at the base of her spine. She eased her feet into the water, shivering at how chilly it was. "Little cold, but not bad." She liked the way the current flowed across her skin.
Liam chuckled, but quickly chucked his shoes and socks as well. "A little cold?" he yelped, dripping his toes in the water. "Bloody hell." Still, he wasn't a coward, so submerged his legs, almost up to the knee.
"You'll get used to it," Emma teased, kicking her feet.
"It's not that bad," Killian confirmed, slipping his own feet into the river. "Can't do this on board one of her Majesty's vessels."
"To be fair, the waters of the North Atlantic are at least this cold much of the year," Liam said. "Why the bloody hell would you want to?"
"You need a hobby, brother," Killian shot back.
"I do, she's right here," Liam said, laughing.
"I suggested he try music again," Emma said, shrugging.
"I had forgotten about that until our wanker of a father turned up," Killian said, tossing a rock into the river. "He was good, lass. Better than me."
"What?" Liam asked, surprised. "When did you play the ruddy guitar?"
"When Mum was ill. You were away at the Academy. One of the nurses taught me some chords and I played for her."
"I didn't know that. Why didn't I know that?"
"Because I put the damn thing away after Mum passed. And I didn't want you to think I was stealing something of yours."
Liam frowned, touched at Killian's thoughtfulness toward their mother and irked that he could have ever made his brother feel like he needed to hide something like that. "I'm glad you did," he said at last. "Played for her, I mean. You didn't have to stop though. Not on my account."
Killian cocked his head. "I know what you gave up to be there for me. I didn't want to make it worse."
Emma glanced between them, her heart aching for them. Ioan's disappearing act caused so much damage; they were still working through it, twenty years later. She carefully took a hand into each of hers. "Do you still have it? The guitar?"
"No," Killian said sadly. "We didn't have anywhere to store her belongings, so we gave most of them to charity."
"It would probably be too small for me now anyway," Liam said gruffly. He had loved it though. Could he take it up again? Did he want to? It didn't sound like a terrible idea. Having gone so long without playing, he'd probably be rubbish though.
"Maybe we can find one while we're here," Emma said hopefully. "I'd love to listen."
"Sweetheart, I haven't played in twenty years."
"I picked up my whole life and moved three thousand miles," she pointed out. "And it was scary as hell. Just because something frightens you doesn't mean you shouldn't take a chance."
"I'll think about it."
She reached over and hugged him by the waist. "Glad to hear it." She smiled up at him and he kissed her chastely on the lips. They stayed there until their toes began to go numb, then stretched out on the blanket so the sun could dry their skin. They left about four in the afternoon, when there was still enough light to find the trail back to the car.
The evening was quiet; Emma cooked this time, while the boys tried to watch a movie in French. By the time dinner was ready, they gave up. They spent the rest of the evening playing cards and planning for the next day. If the weather held, Emma wanted to visit some of the nearby villages, simply walk around. She had a feeling that once the weather got bad, thing would change in their cottage. Their new chest of toys taunted them, all of them itching to try out different things.
However, Emma thought her body could use one more day of rest before they got serious about the treasures in their pirate chest. After that? She planned on giving her husbands a run for their money, especially if she was calling the shots.