Breaking Perfect (38 page)

“Jesus!”
her husband shouted and then he was flooding her with his warm release. They
collapsed in a knot of twisted arms and legs, no one looking at anyone, yet
somehow all searching for the other. She stared at the ceiling and panted. Her
fingers latched onto other seeking fingers and they gripped one another. Mason.
Her other hand was captured. Sean. Over her belly they found each other and
grabbed hold.

Three.
They were happily and perfectly three.

* * * *

Over
the next few months they fell into such a natural rhythm that one would think
it had always been the three of them. Sean never returned to the guestroom
since that night they all made love as one. The master bedroom belonged to all of
them. Liberty was equally his wife as much as she was Mason’s and Mason as much
his husband as he was hers. Sean couldn’t imagine losing either of them. He’d
never been happier in his life.

Although
Liberty still led a regimented and particular existence, Sean had become used
to her quirky ways. He naturally sat in his designated seat and knew never to
interfere with her mornings. Watching her was like watching a genius solve an
algorithm. She had a purpose and method behind every move she made.

Mason
told him often how much having him there had helped curb Liberty’s compulsions.
Sean had no other baseline to go by other than that first week he arrived, but
Mase would frequently smile when he would catch his wife laying down a dishrag
without folding it in order to answer the phone or check on something in the
oven.
 
Sean’s heart would warm at the
sight of those smiles.

He
eventually found a job working for a company that arranged for home care for
veterans. His new job allowed him to keep his own schedule and set his hours up
based on his client’s needs. There was complete autonomy when it came to
choosing his caseload. He liked what he was doing now more than he ever enjoyed
his profession. He worked partially from home and had taken over part of
Mason’s study to keep his appointments and records. He made house calls for all
of his patients and liked that he never worked more than eighteen hours a week.

Mason
still had an intense schedule that bounced him from nightshift to day and
pulled doubles in between. There was never any jealousy resulting from Mason
not being at home as much as Sean. Rather, it seemed Mason took comfort in the
time Sean and Liberty had to get to know one another apart from their
connection to him. Sean knew it relieved Mason greatly to know that his wife
was never truly alone.

He’d
fallen more in love with Mason and found himself madly in love with Liberty as
well. Sean was still awed at the emotions that came with living in such
accepting circumstances. It had been some time after the first month together
that he realized he no longer cared much about what others thought.

They’d
been walking through town, Liberty to his left and Mason to his right. As
Liberty slipped her hand into his, Sean found he naturally did the same to
Mason. It just felt right that it be the three of them and fuck anyone who
didn’t get it. They got it. Mason and Liberty got him.
 
When others would stare at the three of them
or whisper, they simply smiled and nodded and continued on their way. The
majority of the time it was the three of them, but there were also times when
it was just one on one. Those times were important too.

Sean
never took Liberty as roughly as he had that day in the study. He was extremely
careful with her. During those moments when he could tell she was craving a
good hard screw, he would step aside and allow Mason to tend to her.

He
recognized that this new softer side of him was incongruent with the man he’d
always been. Sometimes he craved that harder edge, but Mason usually saw to it that
he got what he needed without involving Liberty. It was Sean’s choice to spare
her his harder side. It wasn’t something they discussed and he wasn’t even sure
how aware Mason was that he was avoiding anything but gentle love with their
wife. It was just the way things needed to be and Sean was fine with that.

“Hey.”

He
turned and Mason stretched beneath the sheets, his face wearing a pink imprint
from the pillow. The scruff on his jaw was dark over his tan flesh creating a
sexy shadow. Sooty lashes drew purple crests along his cheeks as his eyes
peered at him at half-mast.

“Where’s
Lib?”

“Making
breakfast. She’s been up for hours.”

“Mmm.”
Mason rolled onto his belly and stretched and groaned, his hands fisting and
arms sifting under the pillows. Sean’s hand cupped Mason’s ass and he stilled.
He turned his head to look at Sean. His smile was slow and had Sean’s cock
coming to life.

“Horny?”

“Yes,”
Sean admitted, pressing a soft kiss to the other man’s jaw. “I want to fuck
you. I want to fuck you fast and hard.”

Mase
sighed as if the idea held appeal. His ass flexed under his palm. “Get the
lube.”

Sean
reached for the oil and Mason reached for his cock. Sean caught his wrist and
squeezed. Mason looked at him and waited.

“No.
I want to take you and you’re going to take it.”

“Feisty
this morning.”

Rather
than waste time with small talk Sean said, “Up on your knees.”

The
corner of Mason’s mouth twitched. He knew better than to disobey Sean when he
was feeling like this. “Yes, sir.”

Sean
drizzled oil into his palm and worked it over his cock. Mason climbed to his
knees and waited. He wasn’t on his hands. Rather, they each balanced on their
knees facing one another with equal authority. Sean crawled behind him and
roughly slapped his palm on Mase’s shoulder sending him down with a grunt. He
grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them, pouring more oil down his crack.
Wasting no time he worked the liquid in and out of Mase’s hole.

“Have
I done something to upset you?” Mason asked as he planted his palms on the
mattress in surrender. Sean needed that surrender this morning, needed to
dominate and let out this thing that woke inside of him.

Sean
didn’t answer. Mason would know he wasn’t upset. He would know he just needed
to assert himself in a way he couldn’t with Liberty. Reaching around, Sean
grabbed hold of Mason’s cock and squeezed. “When I fuck you it’s going to be so
deep and so good you’re going to spill yourself all over these nice clean
sheets. Then I’m going to ride you as hard as I can until you come again. Only when
I feel like you’ve been thoroughly fucked will I take my pleasure. Head down.”

Mason’s
dick swelled in his grip as he lowered his shoulders to the bed. Without
preamble, Sean lined the blunt head of his cock up to the tight knot of Mase’s
rectum and thrust all the way in. Mason’s body jerked as he grunted at the
intrusion and Sean wasted no time getting started. The tight hole gripped him,
sliding over his flesh with warm flutters. He fucked him hard, like a man
possessed. His hands gripped and his hips smacked against Mason’s flesh,
leaving a spattering of large handprints upon his ass.

Sweat
dripped into his eyes as he forced his cock deeper and deeper, the tight grip
of Mason’s channel fitting him like a custom made glove. He yanked his hips
back and gritted his teeth as he fought off his climax. Pressing hard and deep
he felt the moment Mason lost the battle and shot his load on the sheets. His
body clamped around Sean’s cock and Sean relentlessly thrust on, working past
his own need to come.

Mason’s
fists wrapped in the bedding as Sean plunged into him. “Fuck, Sean! Don’t
stop!”

It
would take a head on locomotive to stop him at this point. Harder, deeper, in
and out. His nuts smacked into Mason’s taint as he hoisted his hips higher.
“Jerk yourself hard again.”

Mase
reached beneath his rocking body. He sobbed as he took hold of his flesh. The
pleasure was building to a stage of being intolerable. The sound of their
bodies punching into one another was a stimulus all on its own.

Mase’s
ass tightened and Sean knew he was once again hard. He growled and dug his
thumbs into Mason’s flesh, spreading him wide, watching his big cock plunge in
and out as he impaled him.

“Fuck,
Sean, Fuck! I’m gonna come again!”

Suddenly,
without thought, he ripped his body from Mason’s and grabbed him by the hips.
He flipped him onto his back and lunged forward to take his cock deep in his
mouth. Mason arched into him, bucking his hips off the bed, and moaned as Sean
sucked him deep to the back of his throat.

“Give
it to me,” Sean growled between licks as he swallowed down hard on Mason’s fat
cock. “I want to drink every last drop from you until you’re as dry as a
desert.”

Mason’s
hands fisted in his hair. His hips rose off the bed, knees falling wide, as he
fucked Sean’s mouth. Sean found his own cock and began to jerk himself off,
yanking with fast, rapid tugs. The first wave of hot cum hit the back of his
throat and he swallowed. In one fast move Mason turned, pulling Sean with him
until he was beneath him. Mason knelt at his shoulders, one hand gripping the
headboard as he fucked Sean’s mouth.

Cum
ran down his throat and he swallowed every drop. His own climax bubbled up and
burst forth leaving an uncontrolled mess like that of a teenager after his
first wet dream. He gripped Mason’s ass, shoved his finger in his hole and
sucked him off until he had nothing left to give.

In
the end they collapsed, both of them completely incapable of moving or
speaking. Breath sawed in and out of his lungs as Mason draped a tired arm over
his chest and kissed his jaw lovingly. “That was incredible,” he said to Sean,
each word coming out on a panted breath. “Thank you.”

* * * *

Later
that day, long after Mason had left for the hospital, Sean was switching out
some light bulbs that needed changing. Realizing the one fixture in the hall
required a screwdriver, he frowned. As he was about to yell for Libby to grab
him one, the phone rang.

Sighing,
he climbed off the stepladder and went in search of a tool kit. He first looked
in the linen closet, but there was nothing but perfectly ordered white linens
in there. He then went to the laundry room, but didn’t find any tools there
either.

He
could hear Liberty’s muffled voice as she talked on the phone. “Where the fuck
would you keep tools, Liberty Bell?” he murmured as he scratched his head.

He
walked into the kitchen where Liberty stood by the fridge with the phone
pressed to her ear. When she saw him come in the room she turned and quietly
said, “I have to go.”

He
was about to write ‘tool kit?’ on her notepad when he noticed something
peculiar about the tense set of her shoulders. He frowned and she turned
further into the corner. He looked at the caller ID on the base on the counter.
Restricted
. That usually came up when Mason called from an office in the
hospital.

“Is
that Mase? Tell him we need a new floodlight bulb for out back.”

“Mom,
I got to go,” she said and quickly hung up.

Mom?
She wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“Were
you looking for something?”

“Who
was that on the phone, Libby?”

She
moved over to the counter, still not meeting his gaze. “No one. It was no one.”

The
phone rang again and she flinched. He leaned over and read the caller ID.
Restricted
.
He reached for the phone.

“Sean,
please don’t.” She looked up at him with pleading eyes. What the hell was going
on?

Her
hand held his wrist, squeezing ever so slightly, but he felt her trembling. Had
something scared her? His thumb automatically clicked over the talk button when
the phone rang again and her hand fell away as she turned her back on him.

“Hello?”

“Mason?”

“Who
is this?”

“It’s
KarLyn. Look, I need to speak with Liberty—”

“This
isn’t Mason. It’s Sean.”

 
“Well I don’t know who you are but this is
Liberty’s
mother
and I want to speak to her.”
 

“Why
are you calling here?” He watched as Liberty’s tight shoulders rose and fell.

KarLyn
scoffed into the phone. “Pardon me, but that isn’t your business. I don’t even
know who you are. I called to speak to my daughter, not some stranger answering
her phone.”

Sean
studied Libby’s tense little body and recalled all the things Mason had told
him about her mother and stepfather. Speaking with a calm he didn’t feel, he
said, “I would appreciate if you didn’t call here again.”

“Just
who do you think you are? I’m her mother and will call my daughter whenever I
damn well—”

“You
won’t call this number again unless you want the police coming to your home
with a warrant for your arrest, do you understand me?” Silence.
 
Liberty sniffled and he decided that was
enough. “Do not call here again.”

He
hit the end call button and returned the phone to the charger. Liberty didn’t
move. Using a soft voice, he gently stepped forward and ran a finger over her
arm. “Lib?”

She
sidestepped his touch and moved to the counter where she’d been readying their
lunch. “She won’t call again. Thank you,” she whispered.

“Are
you okay?”

She
nodded quickly, but wouldn’t meet his gaze. “Will you look at me, Libby?”

She
took a deep, slow breath then turned to face him. “I’m fine. Really. I…I saw
the caller ID and thought it was Mason.”

She
wasn’t okay. She was definitely shaken. “What did she say to you?”

“Nothing.”

Bullshit.
“Liberty, you know you can talk to me about this. Whatever you need, I’m here
for you.”

“I
just need to move on. It’s done. She called and now she won’t call back. It’s
over. She just tries to call every few months. I don’t want to give the issue
another thought. I won’t allow her that kind of control.”