A/N: My debt of gratitude to Siouxchef is greater than I could ever repay. Endless thanks to her.
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Three voices, in unison, sighing into the night.
“I love you.”
I drifted off to sleep in the most peaceful place I can remember ever being in.
I was glad Jasper had the weekend off. Edward obviously had no classes, since we were both between semesters, so we would have a lot of time at home together.
The next morning, I woke up and put my sleep pants and tank back on. As I was walking to the kitchen to make coffee, I noticed the photograph collage Edward told me he had given Jasper for Christmas hanging on the wall and smiled. My fingers traced the frame with the O'Hare photo as Jasper snuck up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He brushed my hair to the side and kissed my neck.
“Did you ever think it could be like this?” he asked.
“Never,” I sighed.
After breakfast, I unpacked the few things I hadn't shipped and gave the boys a curious glance as they insisted on washing my clothes and hanging them up for me. Edward mumbled something about “moving box dust” and carried them off to the laundry area before I could protest.
I called Angela to let her know I arrived safely and things were going well. She awkwardly asked about Jasper and I could feel her blushing across the phone. I asked her what in the world Jasper said to make her so flustered, but she just made an excuse to get off the phone and hung up on me.
The three of us showered together, then went grocery shopping, putting everything away once we were home. It felt nice, but slightly awkward, to be doing something with them that they would normally do together.
Later, we worked together in the kitchen again to make dinner. Edward chopped, I cooked, and Jasper washed the vegetables or did whatever we needed at the time. We sat down and had tacos and beer together, talking about our plans and the next few weeks. Edward told me that his mom was coming to visit once the semester was over, and that was something fun to look forward to. They assured me that she was fine with things and knew our whole situation, but I was still a little nervous.
We finished eating and washed up the pots, pans and dishes, letting them dry in the dish drainer. Edward grabbed three more beers and we went to the living room to watch TV together. I flopped down between them on the couch.
“Jasper, what did you say to poor Angela on the phone the other day?”
“I'll never tell,” he said with a smirk.
“Never?” I batted my eyelashes at him and he laughed.
A smile crept up one side of my mouth, then spread to the other.
“That sounds like a challenge, Jasper...”
I turned to look at him and saw he had a grin almost as wide as mine. I threw my leg over his lap and straddled him as I placed soft kisses at the base of his neck.
“Nope.” Fuck, this was going to be harder than I thought.
I began to undo the top few buttons of his shirt, spreading the two sides apart and kissing his chest as I made my way down. I slipped my hands inside, once I had the shirt mostly unbuttoned, and ran them over his chest, teasing his nipples before I moved them behind his neck. I played with the hair at the base of his neck and brought my mouth to his for a long, slow kiss. I could taste the beer on his lips and I leaned back a bit and swiped my tongue across them.
I hummed against his lip before I spoke. “Jazz, are you sure you can't tell me?”
“Oh, baby, it's not that I can't tell you. I just won't.”
I ripped his shirt open the rest of the way; I didn't even care that the buttons went flying. In fact, I kind of liked that. I bent to lick and kiss his nipples and he leaned back into the couch. I could hear Edward breathing heavier next to us and I knew he was getting quite the show, but I needed to know what Jasper said to poor Angela.
I brought my hands to the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I had taken my bra off earlier for comfort, so I was bare chested on Jasper's lap. I was pleased to see his eyes widen a bit at that and hoped I might be getting the upper hand.
“Bella, if you think you can seduce the information out of me, you're wrong.” That's what you think, Jasper. Let's see how you like it when it's two against one.
I climbed off Jasper's lap and made my way to Edward, who already appeared to be rock hard under his flimsy plaid flannel pajama pants.
“Edward, my love,” I began, as I kissed all around his face. “Do you know what Jasper said to Angela?”
Edward whimpered under me as I began to slowly rock my hips back and forth. He totally knows.
I pressed my body into his, wrapping my arms around his neck. I was sure he felt my nipples tighten against the rough fabric of his shirt as I ran my hands up into his crazy hair. I moved down Edward's jaw, to kiss and nibble on his neck. I was biting him softly, teasing him, as my hips rolled against his. I could feel his erection and it was pressing right where I wanted it the most. Is it wrong to grind against your boyfriend and get off while trying to extract information? If it is, I'm not sure I want to be right...
I moved over to his ear on the opposite side of Jasper and began to whisper. “Edward, I want you to fuck me, right here, right now... Please.” I was only half motivated by finding out what Jasper said anymore, the other half filled with need and want.
He groaned and his hands went to my hips, pressing me harder into him. I sat up in his lap and could see Jasper watching us from the periphery of my vision. I moved so that I was standing and slid my pants down my body, watching as Edward lifted his hips and did the same. I licked my lips and smiled at him once he was free of his pants. It seemed no matter how much of them I got, it was never enough. I reached out to touch him before I crawled back into his lap, my hand wrapping around his hard cock and stroking him up and down. He flexed his hips forward, shifting his body so he was in a more comfortable position on the couch.
I knelt between Edward's legs and looked up at him through my lashes. I took another swipe across my lips with my tongue, this time going slower, teasing him much more intentionally. My hands began at his knees and slid up over his thighs to where they joined his body. I reached out and again gripped him in my hands as I moved forward and licked the tip of his shaft. I wrapped my lips around it and heard him groan as I slowly took him as far into my mouth as I could. I brought myself back up the length of him, teasing him with every warm breath flowing out through my nose against his wet skin. I lifted my mouth off him entirely and turned my head over to Jasper.
“Ready to talk yet, Whitlock?”
He was looking at me with his mouth open, jaw slack, and then I saw the corners turn up into a fucking smile. A mother fucking smile.
“Nope,” was all he said, bringing his lips together into an even bigger mother fucking smile. Oh, it's on now.
I turned back to Edward and gave him an evil grin. Okay, so he was sort of our weapon in this little game, but oh, what a weapon...
I kept my hands on his thighs and used them to steady myself as I climbed back into his lap. I wasted no time at all guiding him into me, slipping down onto his cock slowly. I took a deep breath and rested once we were joined, looking into his eyes. I wanted him to know, even if he was a little bit of a pawn here, we weren't having angry, crazy sex, we were making love still. Who says you can't have a little fun and make love?
I rolled my hips against him and came back to my original position.
“I love you, Edward.” I kissed his lips after speaking, and tangled my fingers through his hair. I pulled back slightly to look in his eyes as I brought my body up and down his, tensing my thighs. “I love fucking you, Edward. I love making love to you, feeling you inside of me, mmm.” Yep, it was bad, it was evil, it was hopefully working.
“Fuck,” Jasper mumbled. That's right, cookie... crumble.
I felt Jasper's hand between Edward and I as he cupped my breast and pulled gently on my nipple. I really, really wanted him to continue, but I was not going to let him win this one.
I swatted his hand away, “Nope, sorry... I need to hear some words before you get to join this party.” He saw the smirk on my face and we all knew that we'd be together at some point that evening, it was just a matter of time and a test of wills.
“Seriously?” he sighed.
“Jazzy, don't pout. I just wanna know, baby... Please...” I turned back to Edward, who had, bless his heart, continued to move against me the entire time Jasper and I were talking. “Ugh, Edward, you should never be allowed to leave the bedroom... ever.” I kissed him again and he brought his hands between us. He tugged on both nipples at the same time and I moaned into his mouth. I could feel myself getting closer and I worked out a tentative game plan in my head.
“Lower, Edward, touch me lower. Oh God, please... So close,” I semi-whispered in his ear, this time on Jasper's side, so he would hear too.
Edward's hand slid down my body, never leaving my skin. He reached his fingers between us and I linked my hands behind his neck, allowing my body to tilt back slightly. I moved my hips so he could get his hand right where I needed as he continued to thrust into me. His fingers skimmed across my clit and I gasped, pushing down onto him harder.
“Please Edward. Make me come, please,” I begged, teetering on the edge of not even caring what Jasper wasn't telling me anymore.
“Jasper, do you think I should let her come?” What the fuck?
Edward stopped moving and had turned to look at Jasper. I did the same, now slightly irritated with Edward, but mostly frantic for my impending orgasm.
“I don't know, Edward, she has been a bit naughty, trying to use you like that...”
“No, no, no, I wasn't using Edward... I mean, maybe I was a little, but God, I know you've felt this, too.” I reached down to stroke the part of him that wasn't inside of me. “You can't tell me that it isn't slightly mesmerizing once he starts to move inside of you.” I removed my hand and flexed my hips, taking him as far into me as I could. I could hear Edward groan in frustration and knew he wanted to come just as badly as I did.
Jasper moved his hand between us again, this time down to where we were joined. I could feel his thumb against my clit, the rest of his fingers brushing against Edward's cock as it pulled out and pushed back into me. I was going to lose this round, I had accepted that, but really, were there losers in this situation? I didn't think so, either. Jasper's thumb circled my clit and brought me to my orgasm quickly, having already been on the edge for so long.
He leaned forward and kissed me as I came, his mouth moving slowly against my own. I felt Edward's thrusts increase in tempo and depth, and heard him groan as he came after me. I pushed my head forward, lips still touching Jasper's, until we were at Edward's mouth. I had no idea whose lips were whose, I needed them both so badly at that moment. I could feel Edward relax beneath me, his arms wrapping around my hips and cupping my ass with his hands.
“Give up yet, sweets?” Jasper was the first to break away from our kiss and speak.
“Fucking never, Jasper.” I got off Edward's lap and stomped to the bedroom. Really, what had he said that was so terrible he couldn't repeat it to me in person? I went into the bathroom and started to clean myself up, still mentally cursing Jasper. I was looking down when I felt a body behind me. I didn't bother to look up, still angry.
I felt a hand reach out and grab the washcloth from mine and realized it was Jasper. I sighed, letting go of the warm cloth and allowing Jasper to take over. He turned me to face him and suddenly everything was different. He had a look of lust in his eyes and his hands went to my waist as he lifted me onto the counter top. He dropped the washcloth into the sink and took my face between his hands.
“You really want to know what I said to her so badly?” he asked, between kisses.
“Yes...” I pouted. He kept on kissing, making a slow path across my face.
“I said that I missed you so much...” He kissed my right jawline. “And that I loved you...” He moved to kiss my left jawline. “And that it was killing me every day not to wake up...” He kissed my nose. “And go to bed with you...” He kissed between my eyebrows. “And that I couldn't wait until you were back here...” He kissed my left brow. “So that Edward and I...” He kissed my right brow. “Could fuck you so hard, you just might pass out again.” He kissed my lips, hard. His hands had moved to my breasts and I arched my back into them. How could I go from so angry, to so in love, to so full of need, in what felt like the span of a minute?
One of his hands slipped down to my center and was stroking me softly as he continued to kiss me passionately. He moved his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it roughly. I felt one of his fingers enter me, and then another joined on the next stroke in. I moaned and he looked up into my eyes. His mouth left my nipple and moved lower to swipe at my pussy. His fingers were still moving in and out of me as he lapped at my clit. Then, as quickly as it all began, he stood up and turned around. For a brief moment, I wanted to reach out and grab him, bring him back to me, beg him to put his mouth back where it had been.
Then, the most glorious words ever slipped out of his mouth.
“Get your ass in the bedroom so I can live up to what I said to Angela.”
I ran, bolted really, past Jasper. I jumped onto the bed, flipping onto my back once I landed, and he climbed on top of me, laughing. I brought his head down to mine and giggled against his neck.
“How did we ever find someone so deliciously naughty and perfect for us, Edward? She was right there all that time, too.”
He was kissing down my chest and I turned my head to smile at Edward.
“We're lucky,” Edward said, stalking over to the bed. “Let me help you out of those clothes, Jasper. I'm going to enjoy watching you fuck Bella.”
Edward and Jasper stood up and I raised to my elbows to watch. They kissed and touched softly through their movements, as Edward slowly undressed Jasper. Once they were finished, they both turned towards me and climbed onto the bed with me.
“Sweetheart, you know I love you, right?” Uh oh.
“Yes, Jasper, I know you love me...” I looked at him, silently asking the rest. He used his hands to help me flip over, then hooked one hand under my pelvis, pulling me onto all fours and bringing my body tight against his. Jasper ran his hand from the base of my spine all the way up, curling his body on top of mine as he did so.
“I wanted to make sure you know how much I love you before I fuck you, baby. I'm not sure I can make it soft and sweet like usual, I need you so badly.”
I could feel how much he needed me, and I pushed back against him, our bodies molded together. Edward was sitting in front of us on the bed, watching, waiting to see how this all unfolded. I didn't want to let him be an innocent voyeur that time. Jasper slipped down my body and I heard his feet land on the floor. He must be thinking what I'm thinking. He tugged my body back towards him, spreading my legs as he did so. He ran a finger underneath me and dipped it into my waiting pussy again.
“Bella, you're going to give Edward the best head he's ever gotten while I fuck you, do you hear me?”
Must.. form.. coherent.. response.
“Yes,” was all I could muster.
I reached my hands out and grabbed Edward's legs, pulling him to me. Once he was settled underneath me, I looked at him for a brief moment and smirked. The best head ever? That was going to require some effort.
I had begun the process of running through my usual bag of tricks in my brain when I was sharply, roughly, taken out of any thoughts I had. Jasper, true to his word, was not soft or sweet. From the moment he entered me, he thrust forward hard and fast, grunting and groaning. I was pushed forward into Edward, almost violently. It was all I could do to grab Edward's cock and get my lips wrapped around it before I was screaming in pleasure. Each thrust Jasper gave seemed to hit deeper and brought me higher and higher. I sucked hard on Edward, needing him to feel the intensity as well, needing to bring him to orgasm quickly, as I was sure Jasper and I were going to reach our peaks fast at this pace.
Each time Jasper slammed his hips into mine, Edward's cock went deeper in my mouth. Edward let out a groan of pleasure at this lovely chain reaction, and I used the quick opportunity to move my arm during one of Jasper's strokes out of my body to grab the base of Edward's shaft. I was stroking him in time with Jasper's thrusts, my lips still wrapped around him, moaning onto his skin. I snaked my tongue out to tease his cock in my mouth as I felt Jasper's pace slow slightly. He was still thrusting in just as deep and hard as he had been, only the speed had slowed.
Edward began to moan and once I felt his leg muscles tense, I knew he was on his way to his orgasm. A few more bobs of my head and I was swallowing his thick, salty cum down my throat. He sat back, moving his body from mine, and watched Jasper and I again. I felt the shaking of Jasper's laughter from behind me.
“Already? Fuck, Bella, that must have been the best head of his life. I don't think Edward has come that fast after having already come once ever.” He seemed to be punctuating certain words with thrusts, not that I minded. Though I was slightly offended that he could speak coherently, when I felt so flustered.
Jasper's hand left my hip and reached out for my clit. I was already at the edge of my orgasm and this drove me over. I began to scream and cry out, my muscles pulsing around his thick cock. I heard Jasper let out one last grunt, then felt him push harder and deeper as he came inside of me. When his body rested lightly on top of mine, I let myself fall forward onto the bed, curling up with Edward half beneath me, Jasper still half on top of me. No one moved until well into the night (when I felt Jasper get up to use the restroom) - we were all exhausted and thoroughly spent.
The next few weeks passed without much changing. I had been with both Jasper and Edward, together and separately. We seemed to be finding our groove, our schedules back to normal with school and Jasper's games. Edward and I would go and watch practices when we could, and never missed a game.
We had little squabbles and fights like every couple, and we had to watch ourselves. I learned after the first incident with teasing Jasper about what he said to Angela that I could really cause them pain if I used one of them to play off the other. It was unfair of me and, had the tables been turned, I would have been much more pissed off about it than Jasper was.
Finally, it was the last Friday of the semester, and not only were Edward and I going to be on a break, Esme was coming to visit. To say I was nervous would have been an understatement. As much as the boys tried to reassure me, it seemed completely impossible that a mother could be okay with her son dating two people, and now, now we were all living together. There seemed to be no end in sight, things were basically perfect.
I was rushing from class when I texted Jasper:
practice? Coming to the airport w/us? ILY
By the time I was on the train to the apartment, Jasper had texted me back:
already apartment w/e, cu soon ILY2
Damn it, I could only guess what those two were up to without me during the last alone time before a parental visit. Fucking finals.
I walked in the door just as the boys were getting ready to leave. We all hugged, as had become an interesting habit just before going out in public - we would stand together in front of the door, each arm wrapped around someone and embrace. We tried not to rush, even at times like this, when we knew we had a deadline. I almost always rested my head on someone's shoulder and then before we broke apart, we would kiss, sometimes together, sometimes in a circle, sometimes to each other randomly, depending on our mood and the urgency of our departure.
“I love you both, so much,” I said, before turning to kiss Jasper first. My lips met his in a brief, but soft and warm kiss. He whispered his love for me when we pulled apart and I smiled and turned to Edward. I gave him the same kiss and he echoed Jasper's sentiments of love and then I pulled my head back and watched as they kissed each other and shared their own whispered love.
In an almost comical contrast, Jasper said “BREAK!” and clapped his hands, as if we'd been in some form of sports huddle. It was good to laugh. We all had a heavy sense that Esme's visit would be nice, but we wouldn't get as much alone time or have as much freedom around the apartment as we had previously. It was the first real intrusion to our privacy since I moved over two months ago.
We left the apartment, got on the L and made our way to O'Hare. I discreetly held their hands on the train, not worried about any potential stares for the moment. In all of the times we had been out together, no one had commented on our closeness. Of course, we didn't flaunt anything – there were no public three-way makeout sessions or gropefests, just hand holding and subtle togetherness. I knew our bubble wouldn't last and eventually we'd have to hash out what to do with our lives officially, but I was enjoying the bubble of privacy for however long it lasted.
As we walked off the train, none of us held hands and it made me a little sad. I knew my mom would be accepting of Bella - hell, she had already said as much, but it would take a little bit for Bella to accept that fact, it seemed.
We made our way to the video screens and checked the status of Mom's flight, then walked to the security area, as close to the gate as we could get. We all stood together, nervously waiting. What seemed like hours later, we saw Mom walking up, looking radiant, as usual. You would never guess her age from looking at her and at this point in my life, she felt much more like a friend than my mother. There was almost nothing I couldn't tell her, especially now that she knew about Jasper and Bella.
I stepped into her outstretched arms first, hugging her warmly.
“Mom, it's so good to see you,” I said.
She pulled back and looked at me with a curious expression.
“Edward, my sweet boy, I think I can honestly say that you've never looked better. You're glowing with happiness, son.”
Mom turned and looked at Bella.
“I'm going to assume you have something to do with this, my dear. It's so nice to meet you, Bella.” Mom pulled her into a hug and Bella's eyes bugged out a little with surprise.
“It's very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Cullen. Was your flight okay?” Bella seemed to be squeaking as she spoke.
“Mom, let her go. You're crushing her,” I laughed.
“Sorry, dear. Please call me Esme, or just mom. I didn't mean to crush you, I'm just... very happy. Speaking of happy, come here, you!”
She drew Jasper into a tight hug, no fear of crushing him.
“Oh Jazzy... I hear you have some hot new players this season. When is my first game, son?”
Jasper laughed. “Tomorrow night, Mom. You can go with Edward and Bella. You all have seats up front, ok?”
She pulled back and smiled at him, looking in his eyes as she spoke, “Excellent.”
“Well, Bella, I'm sorry that Carlisle couldn't come and meet you, but you'll understand soon enough the limitations and demands of being married to a doctor,” she laughed.
“MOM! Christ. Don't say things like that,” I chided.
Mom took my hand and looked at me, eyebrows furrowed.
“What? You haven't discussed marriage? Not even once?”
I pled my case silently, willing her to understand the look in my eyes with no further discussion.
“Okay, subject dropped. The last thing I'm going to say on this issue is, talk about it soon... I'm feeling the urge to spoil a grand baby.”
Bella giggled at this and took Esme's free hand in hers. “I like you, Esme. I hope you'll let me work up to calling you 'mom' – my mother died a few years ago and it still stings.”
I could see the tears well in Bella's eyes as she spoke, and then Mom's as she pulled Bella in for a hug.
“Okay, on to baggage claim, ladies.”
I encouraged them to move, and had a little chuckle inside my head at the thought of two women in a relationship with one guy. I would feel sorry for that poor guy, house overflowing with estrogen. Bedtime must be nice, though, but I'm happy to have the best of both worlds. I looked at Jasper and he seemed to be thinking the same thing as I was and we shared a smile as we walked to the baggage carousel.
“Alright kids, do we need to stop for groceries on the way home? I know how you boys can be. Bella, have you been able to get them to eat properly, or is it still granola bars and Totinos?”
“Oh, we have real food at the house now, Esme, don't worry. We'll probably even cook for you while you're here. The boys are actually quite skilled in the kitchen.” She looked at me and giggled, a slight blush creeping over her face. Thankfully Mom let that one drop without comment.
“After I get my bags to the apartment and get settled, let's go out for dinner! Where can I take you three to treat you?”
She was looking at us instead of the baggage and I moved around her to stand next to the moving belt. I would know her luggage as soon as I saw it, so I focused on that.
“I don't care, Mom. Was there anyplace we went last time that you might like to visit again, or should we think of someplace new?” I asked.
“How about that cute Japanese place we went to last time,” she said.
“Yum, I love Japanese,” Bella offered, and it seemed like with that, it was settled.
We grabbed Mom's bag and made our way to the L. We rode home mostly in silence and put mom's bag in the guest room. She asked for a minute to freshen up, so we waited on the couch for her. Well, we tried to wait; mostly, Jasper groped me and I groped Bella, knowing our private time was now severely limited.
I heard the door from the guest room open and we all straightened up on the couch.
“Ready, Mom?” Jasper asked.
“Yep,” she said with a smile.
The three of us stood and walked to the front door where Mom was waiting. We all exchanged glances, realizing we had two choices: we could allow our nervousness in front of my mother to change our usual goodbye ritual, or we could just suck it up and show my mother how committed we really were.
I felt like it was up to me to take the lead, since she was my mom and all, so I grabbed both of them and pulled them close. We didn't take as long as we might normally, but I still took enough time and then kissed Bella and Jasper in turn, each of us whispering our “I love yous” as usual. They both took their turns and we opened the door and were on our way, not even a peep from Mom.
We rode the L to Northbrook where the restaurant was, and the three of us held hands discreetly. I caught Mom looking at us a few times, but she never looked ashamed or embarrassed – she just had a wide smile on her face, almost a look of pride.
The wait was slightly longer than I would have liked, but we were there just before the main rush, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. We enjoyed sake, sushi, and tempura, all of us sharing and the three “kids” feeding each other at times. When we were out like this, these were the hardest times to hide who we were - when I wanted to kiss Jasper and Bella, or lick a stray drop of sauce from Bella's face. I didn't think most people would even notice the three of us kissing each other or being lovey with each other, but it wasn't worth the risk. I could admit it - it scared me to think about someone accosting us.
After we were all stuffed and happy, we took the L back to the apartment and everyone changed into their pajamas for a movie. It was a little awkward; normally Bella would lay across our laps on the couch and I knew she wasn't comfortable enough for that yet, with Mom around, so we just sat up, Bella in the middle, each of us holding hands.
We watched Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story and everyone had a good laugh. Bella made popcorn and we shared a bowl; Mom got her own. Mom shushed us when we got a little rowdy throwing popcorn between us, but not before a piece fell straight down Bella's tank top. My fingers itched to reach in and grab the kernel, and more, and I had to remind myself that my mother was three feet away.
When the movie was over, it was quite late, and even though mom was used to being three hours behind us, she was still yawning as if she was tired.
“Mom, do you need anything before bed?” Jasper asked.
“No, I'm good, thanks,” she said with a smile.
The three of us walked toward the master bedroom and I saw mom raise an eyebrow at me before she smiled again.
“Good night, kids.”
One of the funny things about fitting three people into a bed, even a large King bed, is that you have to sleep closely. Not one night had passed where any of the three of us wanted to be anywhere other than right there with our loves. Typically, Bella slept in the middle and Jasper and I either both curled around her or we curled around each other, all facing the same direction, but sometimes Jasper or I would want to swap.
We all went into the bathroom and got ready for bed. I went a little slower than they did and took a few minutes to watch Jasper and Bella as we went through our nightly routines – the tooth brushing, flossing, face washing for Bella, then undressing, putting clothes in the hamper and putting on pajamas. Sometimes we slept nude (on the nights we were too exhausted from our previous activities to bother to put clothes back on), but usually we all slept in our pajamas. Certainly, with mom visiting, sleeping nude wasn't really an option. I watched as Jasper and Bella exchanged smiles and glances in the bathroom mirror and then as they hugged and touched while changing.
I was brushing my teeth when they left to change and it hit me right in my chest again, the love I had for them. It was these moments, the in between moments, when no one was touching or sexin' up anyone else, that really stuck with me and struck me as genuine. We weren't horny, we were in love. Unlike most of my relationships in the past, it extended beyond sex, beyond passion and lust; we had common interests and hobbies and we could have deep, intellectual conversations without offending each other. We didn't just complement each other, we contrasted in complementary ways. When one of us had a different opinion, it was still respected by the others, even if we couldn't be convinced to see eye-to-eye.
I crawled into bed with them, Bella in her usual spot in the middle, Jasper and I wrapped around her. She had her back to me that time, nuzzled up face-to-face with Jasper. My arm slid over her hip and onto Jasper's waist. I felt Bella's hand on top of my own, lacing her fingers together with mine. I planted a soft kiss on her back, between her shoulder blades, and closed my eyes to sleep.
The next morning I woke up facing Jasper, the middle of our bed painfully empty. I moved closer to his warm body and ran my nose along his outer arm, placing little kisses on his skin as I went. He was laying on his stomach and I moved his arm over my body and curled into him, wrapping my arm around him. I saw a grin on his face as I tucked my head beneath his chin and breathed him in.
“Morning,” Jasper said, voice thick from sleep.
“Mmhmmm,” was my reply.
I felt his hand move up and begin to weave through my hair. I let out a happy grunt from the back of my throat, almost like a purr, and I felt Jasper chuckle. He kissed the top of my head before rolling out of bed and I whined. Begrudgingly, I got up to find Bella. I walked out to the kitchen and she smiled at me.
“Good morning love,” she said, walking over to embrace and kiss me.
“Mmhmm,” was still all I could manage. Must've been the lack of sleep.
“Can I get you a cup of coffee, sweets? I'm going to make some omelets, would you like to help?”
“Coffee good,” I grunted.
Bella laughed and walked to the fridge to get the milk for my coffee and omelet ingredients. She was bent over rummaging through the vegetable drawer, and I was suddenly very horny. I walked up behind her and rubbed myself against her body, knowing she'd feel my erection through the thin material of both of our pajama pants. I let out a soft groan at the feel of her ass against me and she moaned lightly, my hands gripping her hips.
I heard a throat being cleared from behind us. Oh fuck.
I let go of Bella's hips and took a step back, drawing in a deep breath and willing my erection to subside before turning to face what I knew was my mother. I thought enough about kittens and puppies and rainbows for my erection to mostly die down and when I turned to face her, she was giggling.
“Sorry, mom,” I said, blushing.
“It's okay, dear. I didn't want to interrupt, I just smelled the coffee and needed a cup. Bella, can I have the milk when you're done?”
She walked up to the cabinet and pulled out a coffee mug, pouring the rich, dark liquid into her cup as if nothing had happened.
Bella grabbed another mug for me and put milk and sugar into it before handing the milk to Mom. She then poured the coffee into the cup and handed it over to me. I kissed her quickly on the lips and sat at the breakfast bar sipping my liquid salvation. Mom sat down next to me.
“Edward, would you like to help me?” she asked again. I nodded and she brought a chopping board, knife and some veggies over to me. I began cutting them up and Jasper walked into the kitchen.
“Smells good, baby, what's for breakfast?” He walked up behind Bella and wrapped his arms around her, ducking his head down for a passionate kiss. I could hear mom mumbling something under her breath, and this time it was me doing the throat clearing; they were getting me all worked up again. It seemed like everyone had forgotten about Mom's presence. We were still lost in our little bubble, I guess.
“Sorry, Mom,” Jasper said sheepishly as he reached up for a coffee mug.
“It's okay, dear. I don't mind you guys showing affection for each other... Edward was the one to interrupt this time,” she said with a laugh, then wandered back to the guest room.
“This time?” Jasper asked to no one in particular.
“Edward got a little frisky when I was grabbing some things out of the fridge earlier,” Bella explained. Jasper got a good laugh out of that as he poured his coffee and sat next to me.
Jasper kissed my cheek and asked if I needed any help. I shook my head no, chopping the last of the vegetables for Bella, then brought the cutting board to the sink and washed it, along with the knife. On my way to find out what Mom wanted in her omelet, I kissed Bella and Jasper on the cheek. I knocked softly on her door and she invited me in, so I opened it and saw her rummaging through her suitcase.
“Mom, what do you want in your omelet?”
“Oh, whatever. You know I'm not picky. Sit here with me for a minute?”
She phrased it as a question, but I could tell from the tone that it was more of a command. I sat on the bed next to her and she took my hand in hers.
“Edward, I can tell that you love Bella, and I can also see very clearly that you love Jasper. This is not an easy road you three are choosing. Are you sure this is what you want?”
I looked her in the eyes so she would know I was confident and sure of my answer.
“Mom, without any one of us, the other two don't exist. We aren't halves to a whole, for whatever reason, we are thirds. I can't explain it. I know it won't be easy, but asking if I could possibly give one of them up is like asking me to dissect my own heart and hand you a piece; impossible.”
She shook her head.
“You really are just like your father sometimes, you know? Leave it to you to provide a medical analogy to an emotional question. I love you, Edward. I support you in what you decide, I want you to know that. I also want you to know that I will talk to Dad for you, but it probably won't be an easy conversation. Do you want me to tell him the truth?”
I squeezed her hand. This woman who had given birth to me, considered Jasper her son all these years, she would do anything for us, it seemed.
“Mom, I don't expect Dad to understand right away. I also think I should be the one to talk to him, to tell him. It wouldn't be fair for me to ask you to have that conversation for us. He deserves to hear about it from me, so when or if the time is right, please know that I will tell him. Okay? I know you're eager for... for... grandchildren and whatnot, but the truth is, Bella just got here and we haven't made any sort of decisions on long term commitments or anything like that. No need to start drama before it's necessary.”
“That's very prudent of you, Edward. I'm so proud of you and happy for all three of you. I see the way you look at each other and the way you interact, and I just want you to know that I don't think people fall in love like this often. Hold it close and cherish it, especially through the hard times. Love is easy when it's all fun, it's the hard times that test your love which show the true mettle of a relationship.”
She turned and hugged me sideways. I hugged her back fiercely.
“Okay, I'm going to go help Bella with the rest of breakfast. I'll see you in a few?”
“Yep, I'll be right there, Son.”
I was helping Bella in the kitchen while Edward spoke with Mom in the guest room. Esme had spent so much time in a motherly role for me, it felt natural to call her Mom. I was sure that someday, Bella would feel similarly, and I saw the hope in Mom's eyes for the same.
Bella and I were standing in the kitchen, playing around and kissing, when Edward came in. He joined us, Bella leaned against the counter, one of us on either side of her body. Thankfully, Bella's back was facing out towards the counter, as I had just brought my hand between her legs when I heard Mom's boisterous laughter.
“You kids almost make me want to find another husband,” she joked.
Both Edward and I tucked our faces into Bella's neck and we all three laughed together. Bella turned her attention back to the pans on the stove, getting the fillings ready for the omelets.
“Love, could you crack some eggs for me into that bowl, please?”
“Sure,” Edward and I said at the same time. Bella giggled.
“I don't care who does it, just that it gets done.” She turned back to her pans and Edward and I began to crack eggs together. We'd just get it done twice as fast, right?
Breakfast went by without any more hitches, and we spent the morning and afternoon at the Museum of Contemporary Art, then did some shopping on Michigan Ave. Mom got Bella a few beautiful things at the Burberry store and then Edward distracted Mom long enough for me to take Bella over to Intimacy, where I helped her pick out some new lingerie. It was near impossible to not get hard walking around the store with her, looking at, touching, and thinking about her in (and out) of the things they had. I insisted that she buy more than she wanted by reminding her they were really gifts for Edward and I. She kissed me sweetly, and then not so sweetly after we left, and my head spun.
We walked hand in hand back to Louis Vuitton, where we met up with Edward and Mom. I had a game that night, so I wanted to get us out of there and on our way to dinner; I was never late to practices or games. I saw Bella walk up to Edward and embrace him, probably whispering in his ear about the things we had just bought. His smile crept across his face and a blush tinted his cheeks when she finished.
We walked down to Hard Rock Cafe and had a nice early dinner before I had to go. I made sure Bella had the tickets for the game and took off before they left, getting a sweet kiss on the cheek from Edward, Bella and Mom.
The ride to the stadium was full of thoughts. Mom had mentioned marriage, babies, all sorts of things that I wasn't sure we were ready for, but it probably wasn't too soon to at least discuss. Edward told me just before Bella moved that they had talked about having babies, and I was glad to know that she was at least open to the idea. I let my mind daydream while I rode in silence, about the babies we might have, what they would look like, what we might call them, what they might call us, and what sorts of obstacles we might have with schooling and other parents. It was a lot, a very big undertaking and probably an unfair burden to a child to ask them to suffer because of our decisions to be a trio. I hadn't considered that before, and suddenly the panic was stuck in my brain.
I had to refocus before the game, so once I got off at the stop, I ran to the stadium to clear my mind. I already had all of my uniform pieces in my locker so I hadn't brought a bag with me, which allowed me to run at a decent clip. We were playing the Seattle Sounders that night and the irony was not lost on me; I briefly wondered who Mom would root for in the stands, and then remembered it was Esme - of course she would cheer for my team.
The game seemed to fly by. I smiled and waved when I saw the three of them in the stands, cheering us on. We won by a few points and they stuck around until I could leave. I had to sign a few autographs before we could escape, but I wasn't typically recognized outside of the stadium. Mom gave me several hugs and made a few comments about some of the other players, which made me laugh.
“How about that #11,” Esme said, fanning herself. “Think he'd want to be my second husband?” She winked at me and I nearly fucking fell over on the spot.
“Mom, I don't think so. No offense to you at all, of course. You know, I'm not exactly open with them about things, so maybe we won't ask him to join your love den, ok?” I nudged her with my elbow. Typical mom, she laughed and hugged me.
We got back on the train and Esme sat next to Bella on the opposite side of the car from Edward and I.
“Bella, tomorrow is Sunday. Do we have any grand plans or can I whisk you away from the boys for the day?”
Bella looked surprised. “I'm sure we could sneak away, Esme. What did you have in mind?”
“I just thought we could all have brunch together, then you and I could do a little shopping. What do you say?”
“Sure,” Bella said smiling, and I could see her nervousness.
“Mom, Bella isn't exactly the biggest fan of shopping. Go easy on her, ok?” I smiled at Esme.
“Oh, don't be silly, Son. You have nothing to worry about. We'll just do some light shopping, for sport.” She giggled.
I could see Bella's face soften and I knew she'd be okay with Mom for just an afternoon. I didn't think Esme was capable of being mean to anyone, so I knew she'd be in good hands, it was just that sometimes Bella looked at shopping as a terrible thing. I had also learned that she was awful at accepting gifts – which I was sure Mom would be trying to give her the entire time.
We got back to the apartment and I was starving; literally and figuratively. I was always a little more interested in the two of them after coming down from a game high, and our teasing from that morning didn't help.
“Mmm, I need a snack. Can you whip me up something, B?” I gave her my best innocent boy smile.
“Of course, sweetheart. Edward, Esme, do you need a snack?”
Edward said he would share and Esme wasn't hungry, so she plodded off to bed after giving us all good night hugs. I saw Bella pop some nuggets into the toaster oven and we all sat at the table talking, waiting for them to heat up. Once they were done, Bella put them on a plate and brought the ketchup with her back to the table. She squirted a blob of the red goo into the center of the plate and we began to pick up and dip our nuggets.
Edward picked up a brontosaurus and I grabbed a stegosaurus while Bella picked up a pterodactyl. We were all animating our dino nuggets and having them talk to each other or do naughty things together, lost in our giggles. Just as I had my dinosaur mount Bella's and Edward brought his underneath hers, we heard a gasp.
“What in the world are you kids doing?” Mom asked. We were all surprised to see her.
“Oh, Esme, I'm so sorry. Were we being too loud?” Bella asked.
“No, I just needed some water to take my vitamins. What on Earth are you eating?” She leaned over the table to get a closer look.
“Dino nuggets?” Edward said, as if it was a question, and we all laughed again.
“Dino nuggets? What the hell? You guys really are made for each other.” Mom shook her head and filled a glass with water before going back to the guest room.
We finished our nuggets and as we were cleaning up the plate, I groped Bella. She kept swatting my hands away, but I was persistent.
“I'm gonna take both of you into the shower when we're done here... think we can all be quiet?”
Edward and Bella exchanged looks and we made our way to the bedroom, taking extra care to lock the door. As soon as we were all in the room, clothes went flying and Edward, the first to fully undress, went to turn the water on to warm up.
Bella and I were close behind, climbing into the large shower together. It didn't take long before we were down to business with the real goal for the shower. Bella was on the bench, spread wide for me and Edward was behind me. We had taken to keeping a bottle of lube in the shower for times just like this and I was grateful for the pre-planning. I noticed Edward had brought a condom in with him, so it was no surprise when I got down on my knees to plant my head at Bella's pussy and I felt Edward's cock at my entrance.
Edward ran his dick up and down between my cheeks before pressing just the tip forward into me, giving me time to get situated between Bella's lovely thighs. She was leaning back slightly, palms flat against the bench on either side of her body as I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue out against her clit. I brought my hands up to her legs and closed my mouth around one of her lips, dragging my teeth along the edges as it slipped back out.
I felt Edward slip deeper inside of me and I moaned into Bella's wet slit as my tongue slipped down further inside of her. I used one hand to part her lips and began to tongue fuck her as my other hand rubbed light circles over her clit. Edward was pulling back and pushing in at a slow, measured pace and I couldn't get enough. I pushed back against him and he groaned and began to thrust into me faster.
My tongue moved in and out of Bella at the same pace Edward was fucking me. I knew I wasn't going to last long when I felt Edward's hand reach around and begin to stroke me in time with his thrusts. I flattened my tongue and trailed it slowly back up to her clit, where I circled, then pushed two fingers into her. I could tell she was about to come, so I kept up my pace. I was thrusting my fingers in and out and circling her at just the right speed with my tongue. Edward tugged on my cock and he continued his ministrations, both of us doing everything we could to stay silent.
It was too much, and I came with a moan against Bella, taking her over the edge with me. I felt her pulse around my fingers and heard her soft moan echo off the shower walls. Edward was close behind us, pressed all the way inside of me as he came, one hand on my hip, one hand still holding my softening cock.
I began to place soft kisses on Bella as I moved my mouth from her center to her thighs and back to her kneecaps. I felt Edward withdraw from my body and he helped me stand up, turning me to kiss him. Bella stood as well, joining us, our hands touching any exposed skin, everywhere, our mouths pressed together in the center of our union.
We shut the shower off when water began to run cold. Each of us toweled off and we got into our pajamas, crawling into bed together. It was nice to have a moment of privacy even during Esme's visit and I was glad for the reconnection with both of them.