Authors: Shelley Munro
ChristmasisComing (16 page)
“Liam isn’t the father of my baby,” Rachel
blurted.
“What?” Robert demanded.
Sheer relief hit Liam and he turned to grin
at Fletch. Fletch moved closer and tugged him into a quick embrace.
“You lied?” Robert demanded again, this
time hoarsely as if the fight had escaped him. “You lied about a serious matter
like a baby?” His words built in pitch, almost hitting a roar.
Rachel flinched but, to her credit, stood
her ground. “I’m sorry.” She turned beseeching eyes on Liam. “I’m really sorry,
Liam. You’ve always been decent to me. I was scared.”
Robert glared at his daughter. “Who is the
father?”
“Bryce Scott.”
“That no-hoper,” her father spat.
Rachel flinched again and, for an instant,
Liam felt sorry for her.
“We’ll go,” Liam said.
Fletch scowled at Robert. “We expect you
both to make sure Liam’s name is cleared.”
“Of course,” Robert said. “Send me your
quote and I’ll take a look at it.”
“I don’t think so,” Liam said.
Robert gave a nervous laugh. “Don’t be like
that. This was an easy mistake to make.”
“You didn’t have to behave like an ass,”
Fletch shot back. “You had us blackballed.”
“I’ll fix that today.”
“We’d appreciate you spreading the word.”
Liam grabbed Fletch’s arm and dragged him from the reception room.
Outside, Fletch shook off Liam’s grasp.
“We’re not doing any building work for that asshole again.”
“No argument here. Once he puts the word
out, we should be right for work again. Although I’d like to keep up with the
toys and furniture we’ve been doing. I’ve enjoyed the change.”
Fletch nodded, and despite their location,
he took Liam into his arms and gave him a quick kiss. ”We make a great team.
Now all we have to do is get Gaby back.”
“Things will be easier now that Rachel has
owned up to the truth.” At least that’s what Liam hoped.
They drove home, a sense of relief filling
Liam.
“I feel like celebrating.”
Fletch indicated a right turn. “As long as
I’m included in the celebration.”
“Always. Both you and Gaby.” He glanced out
the window and let out a startled curse. “Fuck, am I seeing things?”
Fletch peered in the direction he pointed.
“If it was night, I’d think I’d drunk too much,” he said, screeching to a stop
on the side of the road.
They both climbed out of the car and stared
at the silver disc flying over Sloan. From their position above the town, they
could hear the quiet whir of the motor or whatever flying saucers used to
propel themselves through the sky. The UFO circled the town once before heading
over Ted Morrison’s wheat fields and disappearing from sight.
Fletch turned to Liam, a huge grin on his
face. “Somehow I think a UFO might knock our personal lives off the pages of
the
Sloan Gazette
.”
“You’re not wrong. What say we try our hand
at some UFO toys to sell at the market? They’ll sell like hotcakes.”
* * * * *
Gaby arrived home early evening after
helping Alice and James start to decorate the flatbed truck for the parade. By
the time she left, their float appeared sparkly and Christmaslike with the
Christmas tree and the toy theme. The local kids would love their version of
Santa’s workshop. A final hour of tweaking and the pine tree added, the float
would be ready for the parade in two weeks’ time.
She walked into the kitchen, sniffing
appreciatively at the roast chicken scent wafting through the room. As usual,
Fletch and Liam were working side by side, although when she paused in the
doorway, she caught them in the midst of a kiss.
“That makes me very hot,” she purred. “I
love seeing the two of you together.”
“Gaby!” Fletch reached her side first. He
seized her in a tight hug before passing her over to an impatient Liam.
Liam ran the back of his knuckles gently
over her bruised cheek and peered at her eye. “You’re looking very colorful.
Are you okay?”
“I’m good.” Her lips curled into an impish
grin. “People take one look at me and start apologizing.”
“So they should,” Fletch said with a growl.
“Who apologized?” Liam asked.
“My mother. Rachel. Mrs. Lisbon.”
“Mrs. Lisbon, the school teacher?” Fletch
demanded.
“She apologized on behalf of her teenage
daughter. She was mortified when she saw me. Did you hear about the UFO?
Everyone’s talking about it.”
“We saw the UFO this morning,” Liam said,
shaking his head in disbelief. “We watched it fly over the town and disappear
over the hill.”
“Never mind the UFO,” Fletch said. “Are you
back? Is everything okay with us?”
“Yes,” Gaby said. “Now it’s my turn to say
I’m sorry. I was tired and still in shock last night. I didn’t mean to reject
either of you, but I needed time alone.”
Liam kissed her forehead, smiling gently at
her. “We hoped that was the case. We love you. We’re serious about this, about
you.”
“There will be other times when people
reject us. Are you gonna be okay with their behavior?” Fletch asked.
“I came to the same conclusion,” Gaby
confessed. “We haven’t chosen an easy road. I’m sure there’ll be times when
I’ll become upset and angry because of other people’s reactions. But I’d feel
worse without you both in my life. I’ll take the bad along with the good.”
“Fletch and I want children at some stage.”
“So do I. We can deal with kids too when
the time comes. I figure if we act embarrassed people will have cause to talk.
Confidence goes a long way when you’re dealing with idiots.”
Fletch barked out a laugh. “True.”
“Rachel admitted she lied about me being
the father of her baby,” Liam said.
Gaby frowned. “I thought her belly was
large. Who’s the father?”
“Bryce Scott.” Fletch walked to the fridge
and grabbed a bottle of wine plus two beers. He poured a glass for Gaby and
handed drinks to both her and Liam.
“What about your work?”
Fletch and Liam exchanged a glance before
Liam answered. “Robert said he’d pass around the word and lift the ban on us.
He told us to send in our quote and he’d look at it.”
“The man’s an ass-hat,” Gaby snapped.
Fletch grinned. “We practically told him
the same thing. We won’t be doing any work for him in the future.”
“Did you tell him that?”
“Yep,” Liam said with satisfaction. “We
won’t give him the opportunity to screw around with our livelihood again.”
“Dinner is almost ready,” Fletch said.
“What do you say to dinner and a movie before heading to bed?”
Gaby winked at Liam. “Skip the movie part
and you’re on.”
Chapter Fifteen
The day before Christmas
“Are you sure we can get this tree into the
living room, Gaby?” Fletch stared at the pine tree they’d purchased at the
farmers’ market.
“We have high ceilings,” Gaby said. “The
tree will fit with a couple of feet to spare.” She hoped. It was a beautiful
tree with evenly spaced branches. The pine scent would fill the house, and she
couldn’t wait to decorate the tree later that evening. This was their first
Christmas together as a committed threesome and she wanted to start making
strong traditions.
Liam grunted as he and Fletch dragged the
tree off the trailer. “Did you measure the doorway?” He paused to wipe the
sweat off his brow.
Not surprising, considering they were in
the midst of an early heat wave. The pohutukawa trees were in full bloom, their
scarlet flowers heralding the Christmas season. The weather forecasters
promised a hot and fine Christmas day. She, Fletch and Liam were joining James
and Alice and spending the day with Richard Morgan, his wife Hinekiri as well
as Luke and Janaya. They’d decided to stop in briefly to visit their families,
but to spend the majority of the day with their friends.
“We’ll have to take the tree through the
terrace doors out the front.”
Fletch rolled his eyes. “The royal ‘we’.”
“Aren’t there three of us?” Gaby asked in
an innocent tone. “Correct grammar makes that we.”
Liam snorted. “There’s only one of her and
we still lose.”
Fletch winked at him. “Yeah but what a way
to go.”
“I’ll tell you what,” Liam said. “Once we
get the tree in place, we’ll go down to the river for a swim.”
“Skinny dipping?” Fletch asked hopefully.
Gaby smirked. “As long as no one else is
there at the same time.”
Liam winked at Fletch. “And we’ll have a
hot threesome when we get back.”
“Agreed,” Gaby said.
* * * * *
“How was I meant to know James and Alice
liked the swimming hole too?” Liam groused.
“It didn’t matter,” Gaby said, standing
back to admire the twinkling lights on their tree. She picked up the empty
boxes that had stored the Christmas decorations and dropped them by the door.
“We had a nice picnic with good company.”
“Are we finished?” Liam asked.
Gaby turned off the main light to better
admire the Christmas lights and decorations. “Yes.” The tree filled the entire
corner, the star on the top just scraping the ceiling. The scent of pine filled
the room, mingling with the clove and cinnamon scent of the candles she’d lit
earlier. It was perfect.
“Good,” Fletch growled, seconds before he
seized Gaby and flung her over his shoulder. “Liam and I have a private
celebration in mind.”
Gaby chuckled. Liam walked behind them and
his shorts didn’t look very comfortable. “We have a lot to celebrate. The
Christmas is Coming vibrators are selling past our expectations.”
“That’s good, sweetheart,” Fletch said.
“But that’s not what I had in mind.” He tossed her on the bed and started
yanking at her clothes. In no time flat, she was naked, her two men staring
down at the bed, their eyes glittering with arousal.
Deciding to tease them, Gaby parted her
legs and flashed her pussy at them. With one hand she played with a nipple
while the other snaked between her legs to caress her clit.
Liam groaned. “I love watching you.”
Fletch ripped off his T-shirt and scrambled
from the rest of his clothes. He pounced like a cat, holding her hips firmly
while he teased her with his lips and tongue. Already her body was moist and
ready for them, the subtle teasing she’d indulged in during the afternoon like
a double-edged sword. She wanted a cock inside her—heck, make that two—as soon
as possible.
The mattress depressed when Liam joined
Fletch and together they licked her pussy, taking turns to massage her clit.
Sometimes, they backed off to kiss each other, knowing the sight made her even
hotter.
When she shuddered, out of control, so
close to the edge it was almost painful, they stopped.
“You know teasing is bad,” she complained.
“Yeah and payback is a bitch. You and Liam
ganged up on me last night,” Fletch said.
“Take the torture like an adult.”
“Hell, listen to him,” Gaby said, sharing a
speaking glance with Fletch. “He isn’t listening to us cautioning about
revenge.”
“I’m listening,” Liam said, reaching over
to grab the lube. “You two can gang up on me anytime. I’m yours to command.
What position do you want?”
“Gaby on her hands and knees. I’m not gonna
last long this time. Gaby can suck me off while you take her. Besides, we have
the entire night to drive her crazy.”
Gaby rose with alacrity, turning onto her
hands and knees and waggling her butt. “Enough with the talk. I don’t need you
guys. I have my trusty vibrator and attachments.”
“But you want us,” Fletch said,
unperturbed. He slapped her on the ass when he noticed her hand reaching toward
her clit for a furtive stroke.
“And you love us.” Liam smeared a little of
the pleasure-enhancing lube on his cock.
Gaby looked over her shoulder, smiling in
acceptance. Nothing less than the truth. She’d never felt happier. She sighed
when she felt Liam line up his cock, pushing her butt back against him to take
him deeper. At the tap of Fletch’s cock against her lips, she opened her mouth
and took him inside. The musky flavor of him burst across her taste buds, and
she swirled her tongue across his sweet spot, wanting more.
Liam pushed deep, filling her before
withdrawing. Evidently he was feeling on edge too because he reached beneath
her to finger her clit. Gaby shivered. She let her mind drift, surrendering to
the pleasure swirling inside both body and mind. Clued in to the signs of
imminent explosion by both her men, she increased her suction on Fletch and
tightened her inner muscles around Liam.
Liam pulled back and thrust into her hard,
nudging her over into orgasm. The sweet sensations roared through her body. Her
pussy spasms gripped Liam and he groaned out loud. Seconds later, Fletch came
in her mouth and she concentrated on him. She licked him gently until he pushed
her away. Liam pulled out of her and they fell together in a tangle of limbs.
Gaby sighed in contentment and snuggled up
to her men. Christmas was definitely coming.
Shelley lives in Auckland, New Zealand, with her husband and
a small, bossy dog named Scotty.
Typical New Zealanders, Shelley and her husband left home
for their big OE soon after they married (translation of New Zealand-speak: big
overseas experience), a year-long adventure lengthened to six years of roaming
the world. Enduring memories include being almost sat on by a mountain gorilla
in Rwanda, lazing on white sandy beaches in India, whale watching in Alaska,
searching for leprechauns in Ireland and dealing with ghosts in an English pub.
While travel is still a big attraction, these days Shelley
is most likely found in front of her computer following another love—that of
writing stories of romance and adventure. Other interests include watching
rugby and rugby league (strictly for research purposes *grin*), being walked by
the dog and curling up with a good book.
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