“You suit up before you shove that cock in her.” Rafe opened the glove box and tossed a condom to him. They had bought a box at the airport, telling themselves to think positive. Up until this moment, Cam had thought they would go unused.

“Nice to know you guys came prepared,” Laura said, taking the condom out of his hand. She held it up for his inspection. “Here, let me help with this.”

She opened the condom, and Cam prayed he wouldn’t come in her hands. His cock was weeping with pre-cum. With shaky fingers, she placed the condom on his dick. It took her a moment of pure torture to roll and tug it down to the base of his cock.

The minute he was sheathed, Cam pulled her forward and impaled her on his cock.

A low moan came out of her throat.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby.” Cam gripped her hips, pushing his cock further into her wet heat. She was tight around him, so fucking tight he felt like he would explode. Her cunt sucked and gripped him until his vision started to go. The backseat was small. He couldn’t move her around the way he wanted, couldn’t shift her to her back without losing her, and he wasn’t about to lose her.

“Ride me.” He shifted his pelvis up and slid in all the way to his balls.

Laura’s head fell forward as she started to fuck him. She ground down on him and then pulled back, every muscle in her pussy sliding in a silky, gloved grip.

He wasn’t going to last. He was already too close. Being close to her was making him crazy. It was everything he’d needed for five years. She was here, and she was safe. He could touch her, feel her, love her, and he wanted to mark her. He wanted to make her scream so she would never again forget who she belonged to. He wanted to drive into her so she never walked away again.

He shoved his hand between them, his finger finding her clit and pressing against it. He rubbed a little circle, never letting up on the pressure. Laura’s hips lost their rhythm, and she cried out as Cam drove hard into her one last time. She shook as she came, and Cam felt his balls tighten, pleasure suffusing his every nerve as he gave up his cum. The orgasm shot through him like a bullet. He twisted almost helplessly, trying to get it all out, trying to give her every drop.

Laura slumped forward, her weight a sweet burden. He couldn’t help himself. He toyed with her a little bit more. Her body spasmed every time he hit her clit. He finally put his arms around her and held her close, their breaths and heartbeats mingling. He kissed the side of her face and inhaled her scent.

The car came to a stop, and Rafe slammed out.

Cam brought his head up. They were parked in front of Laura’s small cabin, a lone light shining from what was probably her kitchen.

“Are we home?” Laura asked quietly.

He nodded, unable to speak. He was home. Finally home.

* * *

Rafe’s hands were shaking as he got out of the car. He raced around to the passenger side. He couldn’t breathe, could barely think about anything beyond getting inside her. He knew he should want to pound Cam into the ground, but all he could think was to be grateful to the man. Cam had made sure Laura was prepared. He’d given her a killer orgasm from the sound of her moans, and Rafe wasn’t sure he would be able to last long enough to give her one. He needed her.

Fuck. He needed her so damn bad.

He opened the door, and there they sat, like little puzzle pieces nestled together. Laura’s face was buried in Cam’s shoulder, her legs on either side of his hips. Cam’s arms clutched her in a tight embrace.

He looked up at Rafe. A solemn silence passed between the two men, and Rafe felt something powerful flow between him and Cam.

“Baby, we’re back at your place.” Cam’s voice was soft. Cam could be one intimidating dude, but he was always so soft and gentle around Laura.

Rafe let himself touch her. He smoothed a hand along her golden hair. In the moonlight, it looked almost silvery. She turned and opened her eyes. She looked like a sleepy princess to Rafe.

“Hi.” She said it, and Rafe took it for what he hoped it was. A second beginning.

His heart softened. “Hello, bella. Let me take you inside.” He reached out for her.

“I can walk.” She sat up and started to reach for her shirt. “I’m fine.”

He wasn’t about to let her walk. He wanted to hold her. He lifted her up and off Cam. He couldn’t miss the fact that Cam’s cock was covered in her juice. It should have disgusted him, but damn, it made his own cock harden. He wasn’t interested in Cam sexually, but watching him fuck Laura through the rearview mirror had gotten Rafe hot as hell.

“Rafe, don’t,” Laura protested. “I’m half-naked, and, well, I’m a little messy.”

“Not an excuse, bella.” Rafe hoisted her up. He loved the feel of her pressed close. “I like you half-naked, and I’m not going to bother cleaning you up. I’m going to make sure you get even messier.” She sighed. “I like the sound of that.” Rafe couldn’t help it. He leaned his head in and kissed her. “I’m glad because I think Cam and I can keep you busy for a few days.

You might regret those words.”

Her arms floated up and around his neck. “I don’t think so. I missed you. I missed you both. I tried not to think about you, but I couldn’t.”

“I thought about you every day,” Rafe admitted. “I even told my mother if I found you that I intended to marry you.”

“Really? And what did you tell your momma about Cam?” There was a mischievous smile on her lips.

That took the wind out of his sails. What would he tell his mother? His father was a bit more open. He would probably find an enormous amount of humor in it, but his mother was very Catholic.

Rafe doubted she would ever accept that he was sharing a woman with his friend. He wasn’t going to think about that now. He gave Laura a smile.

“I don’t think my mother can handle that news right now. But she will be thrilled to know that I found you.” Rafe moved toward the front door of her small but well-kept cabin. He had introduced Laura to his mother as a friend and colleague, but she hadn’t been fooled.

His mother had immediately known that Rafe was crazy about her.

He still was. Years hadn’t changed the fact that he loved this one woman. She had been the one for him when she was a big city, high-powered FBI agent, and she was the one for him as a sweet, small-town girl working in a gas station. It went far beyond her beautiful body or gorgeous face. He loved her soul. She was kind and smart.

She challenged him on every level. They could talk for hours, and he would never get bored.

He even loved the fact that she loved Cameron.

“I will tell her about all three of us, bella.” He made the declaration with all the solemnity the moment required. He loved his mother, but he loved Laura as well. Laura would never be happy without Cam, and Rafe was rapidly discovering that he felt the same way. They were connected, the three of them. It wasn’t optimal, but it was true.

He was going to ask Laura to sacrifice, to come home with him.

He had to be willing to sacrifice as well.

Cam suddenly hurried past them. He had managed to get his pants done up, and he turned when he got to the door. “Keys?”

“I didn’t lock it.” Laura said it as though it was an everyday, normal occurrence to leave the door unlocked.

Cam opened the door, but he managed to send her a very dirty look.

She shrugged, utterly unconcerned. “I don’t lock it because Holly lives next door, and she’s always out of something. How would she get in to borrow coffee if I locked it all the time?”

“You’re going to lock it from now on,” Rafe ordered, horrified at the thought that she was so unprotected. Anyone could walk in. “And we’ll get a security system as soon as possible.” She wouldn’t need it for long. His house in Virginia had an excellent system. If they moved in order to buy two homes close together, he would simply ensure that a system was installed. But for now, he wanted to feel secure.

“Nothing ever happens in Bliss. This is a very quiet town.” Rafe exchanged a look with Cam. They would deal with the problem. Holly would need a key if she wanted to steal some coffee.

Rafe walked through the front door. Laura’s cabin was tiny with one room serving as both living room and kitchen. He walked through it. It was neatly kept, but there wasn’t a bed in sight, so it wouldn’t do. There were two closed doors. Rafe picked the one on the right.

Laura’s bedroom was small but ultrafeminine. There was a queen-size bed that dominated the room. It filled up most of the space, and the rest seemed taken up by a dresser and small lounger. Rafe tossed Laura on the bed with its richly decorated quilts and stared down at her.

She was stunning. Her skin was rosy from the sex she’d had with Cam. She looked beautiful and well loved.

“I want you, bella.”

“I want you, too, Rafe.”

“Show me. Spread your legs and touch yourself.” He had watched her give to Cam. He needed to be in control now. Rafe needed her to give to him.

Cam walked into the room. He clung to the wall, his expression almost apologetic. He started to turn and walk back out.

“Where are you going?” He didn’t want Cam to leave. He wanted Cam to help him. He wanted a partner. “Get behind her. Spread her for me.”

“Are you sure?” Cam asked.

“Do I often say things I don’t mean?” Cam gave him a silly grin and jumped on the bed behind Laura.

He wrapped his arms across her chest, her back to his front. Laura relaxed back against him. They were happy together. They were relaxed and happy and willing to play.