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  Triple Passion Play: Book Three

  Baby Makes Four

  Sierra Brave

  Blurb

  Five years have passed since Trisha, Ken, and Tommy began their polyamorous relationship. They’re no longer horny college kids, but growing up brings its own challenges for the Marks-Davidson clan. As Trisha struggles with carrying Ken’s baby in San Antonio’s dry, scorching weather, Tommy begins to question his place in the trio, especially when Ken, who previously agreed to deepen the intimacy between the two, seems reluctant to seal the deal.

  Emotionally, Ken’s all for connecting on a physical level with his best friend and co-husband. He’s just not sure about the logistics. What will it take for them to forget their egos and insecurities and give into the desires already boiling over?

  Follow their journey as they answer the question: Can three people truly love each other equally?

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Thursday, September 6, 2001—Morning

  The smell of fresh-from-the-oven biscuits and sizzling bacon hung in the air as Thomas Marks sat across from his father, Dr. Randall Marks, at the family restaurant where they had agreed to meet for breakfast. The old diner’s wagon wheel wallpaper and chestnut wood tables provided a comfortable sense of familiarity, but his dad’s stiffness, slow speech, and carefully chosen words filled Tommy’s gut with anxiety.

  “How was the medical conference?”

  “Riveting,” Dr. Marks replied with a roll of his eyes followed by a genuine smile. “So how’s Trisha getting along?” His dad’s gaze seemed to crawl all over his face as if he were observing every blink and twitch.

  Tommy stared at his toast and scrambled eggs, moving the yellow bits around with his fork as he answered, “Well, you know...about to pop and snapping like a turtle. San Antonio heat is brutal for expectant mothers.”

  “Yes, I would imagine so. Austin wasn’t much easier on your mom, my dear fourth child.” Dr. Mark’s serious expression lightened a hair but his blue eyes remained dim and probing.

  “I get it. You’re the jedi. I’m the padawan.” He chuckled before taking a bite of bacon.

  “So...Ken must be excited.” Dr. Marks finally dropped the hammer.

  Tommy’s muscles tensed. He wiped his mouth with a paper napkin before taking a deep breath. “Is there something you feel you need to say, Dad?”

  Dr. Mark’s shoulders slumped, and he sighed, his face a mixture of emotions. “I just don’t get it. You say you wanted it this way, and I’ve tried to accept your unique relationship the best I can, but I never expected this thing between the three of you to last. Sharing your wife with your best friend, and now she’s having his baby. I don’t...I know you say you’re happy, but...”

  “I am happy.” He touched his head, patting his blond hair to make sure the meticulously gelled-back locks were still in order.

  “For now, but those two are getting ready to share a bond you can’t even imagine—not until you have one of your own.” Dr. Marks tapped his fingertips against the tabletop.

  “It’s my baby too...legally more so than Ken’s since I’m Trisha’s husband.”

  His father grimaced. “Legal, smegal—I’m talking about emotions. The love you hold for your flesh and blood is special. Protecting his own is ingrained in a man’s DNA. You’re on the verge of standing on the sidelines, watching Trisha and Ken share meaningful glances and smiles and a kind of joy that transcends things like a certificate of marriage.”

  Tommy’s pulse reacted to the ache in his chest. His dad had probed a sore spot, grinding against some nagging insecurities. Fears of Trisha and Ken growing closer and freezing him out surfaced from time-to-time, but he had always shoved those doubts to the back of his mind. Years ago, he, Ken, and Trisha had exchanged rings and vowed to be together for all their lives. Even though the ceremony had been unofficial, and such a marriage would likely never be recognized by law, the commitment was real. He was sure of it.

  “And I don’t understand why you had to change your name when you and Trisha got married. I mean, I get Trisha taking your name, but you and her both changing your last names to Marks-Davidson?”

  “You can change your name to whatever you want when you get married.” He took a sip of coffee.

  Dr. Marks rolled his eyes. “You know that wasn’t what I meant. Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should. What happens when Ken finally decides to get a wife of his own, and you and Trisha still carry his name?”

  He glanced at his dad sideways, tilting his head. “Umm...I’m pretty sure the baby takes Ken’s option of walking away clean off the table. For better or worse, the three of us are committed to each other.”

  While rubbing his temples with both hands, Dr. Marks sighed. “I guess it’s too late to turn back now since your wife is already pregnant with another man’s child, but I want you to understand you messed up. When those two hold the baby and decide they want their kid to have a normal childhood with two parents, be prepared to lose your wife and your best friend.

  Tommy frowned while shaking his head and balling up his fist into a tight ball under the table. Hearing his dad put such a scenario into words dug a pit in his stomach and filled it with hot sauce. He didn’t want to entertain those thoughts. Ken and Trisha loved him. They would never betray him. Trembling, he placed his hands on the table and exhaled. He couldn’t put off this discussion anymore. He had to come clean. “Dad, you’re missing a very important variable in the equation.”

  He stifled his words while his brain worked on a way to tell his traditional-minded father that he and Ken weren’t just friends anymore. After reaching inside his jacket, he pulled a pen out of the inner pocket and grabbed a fresh napkin. He placed the pen’s tip to the thin, white paper and attempted to draw a diagram without ripping his makeshift canvas. He started by forming a triangle and then labeling the top point Trisha. He then designated one point Tommy and the other Ken. He glanced up to scrutinize his father’s expression—Dr. Marks seemed unimpressed so far but watched without comment. As he returned his attention to his draft, Tommy turned the line going from his name to Trisha’s into a two-sided arrow and repeated the process with the line going from Ken’s name to Trisha’s.

  Dr. Marks sighed. “Son, I’m a doctor...I pretty much had that figured out.”

  “Yeah, but how about this...” He made a few marks, changing the line connecting the points labeled Ken and Tommy into a final two-sided arrow. His cheeks blazed and sweat dampened his hairline as he slid the drawing across to his father.

  Dr. Marks examined the smudged napkin for several seconds before his eyes bugged out. “Huh? You and Ken are gay?”

  Tommy shivered. He had never seen his dad’s face so pale. “No...I guess the correct term is bisexual though I’ve never been interested in any other guy besides Ken.”

  “How long has this been going on? College? High School? We’re the two of you doing those things before you met Trisha?” His dad’s face had gone from ghostly white to firecracker red in a matter of seconds.

  “No, please calm down...it’s not like that.” He struggled to keep his voice from cracking.

  “So you and Ken aren’t sleeping together and using that poor girl to...”

  “Oh, God no!” He tapped his fingers on the tabletop. “Neither Ken nor I would ever use Trisha. We love her, and as for sleeping together...not exactly...not yet.”

  After gulping down some coffee, Dr. Marks set his cup on the table and then clasped his han
ds together. Tommy recognized the gesture. His dad used to do it to quiet his aggravation when one or more of his kids were pushing him over the limit. Dr. Marks focused on his plate for a few seconds before he spoke. “Ok, putting my feelings about that huge blindside away for a moment, my first point stands. Ken and Trisha are going to be sharing a bond that you will have difficulty grasping, and now it seems obvious to me that you are twice as likely to get hurt. That’s what concerns me. I don’t want to see you devastated when the complicated situation you’ve created for yourself unravels.”

  His chest throbbed as if some malevolent force had pushed a fist inside and squeezed his heart. His dad wasn’t wrong. Losing either Ken or Trisha would be a huge blow, and he wasn’t sure how he’d recover if something like that ever happened. Still, he trusted both of them with his life and his heart. “I’m not going to get hurt. There are rules. We’ve thought things through. The three of us together forever—it’s what we all want.”

  “Are you sure?” Dr. Mark’s asked, staring him down. Tommy shivered, feeling as if his dad’s eyes could burrow into his brain and read the answer all on their own.

  “Dad...” He struggled to find the right words.

  “Maybe Trisha feels the same but are you sure about Ken?”

  “Come on, Dad...what’s that supposed to mean?” His chest expanding as he heaved.

  “You and Ken go way back and are very close. Hell, I always thought of him as a second son, but I saw you two more like brothers. You’re indicating you are feeling something different, something intimate. Are you sure Ken is too or does he still see you as a brother?”

  Tommy’s lips parted but he didn’t know how to answer. Up until right then, he thought he knew. True, neither man had entered the other when they made love with Trisha, but it was a shared experience...three as one. He and Ken touched and kissed, and sometimes even a little more. “I’m sure.” He hoped he sounded more convincing than he felt.

  “Ok, then.” Dr. Marks placed his hand on top of Tommy’s and gently squeezed.

  A sense of relief rained over him. “So we’re okay?”

  “I love you, son. I always want to be in your life so I have to accept your choices and pray they turn out like you want them to.”

  “Thanks, Dad.” He smiled as he picked up his drink and finished it off. “I need to be getting back to work. Ken comes meandering in around nine-forty-five every day. If I leave now, I can beat him to the office and pretend I’ve been toiling away since seven a.m.”

  Dr. Marks’ lips curved upward in a wry smile. “Give him hell.”

  AS SOON AS KEN DAVIDSON walked past the receptionist’s desk and through the entrance to the office he and his partner shared, he heard the door close behind him. He looked over his shoulder in time to see Tommy turning the locking mechanism just before moving up close behind him and slipped his arms around his waist. “Hey there, cowboy.”

  Ken stiffened. “Are you nuts? We’re at work. What are you trying to pull anyway?” As Tommy pinned him to the desk, Ken quivered. He closed his eyes, picturing their intimate position. Tommy stood a head taller than him, his broad shoulders rippling as he held Ken’s smaller frame. He stifled a moan as his best friend caressed his chest.

  The weight of Tommy’s buff physique rested on Ken’s back as he brushed his lips an inch above his collar. Ken’s heart fluttered, and his knees wobbled. Why now? His co-husband’s constant playing around was bad enough at home but did he have to bring it into their business?

  Tommy’s warm breath covered Ken’s ear as he murmured, “What am I trying to pull? Don’t you know?” He explored lower, passing his fingers over Ken’s belt buckle and then lingered on the stiffening bulge in his pants.

  “Not cool. Quit fooling around, you idiot.” Ken squirmed but didn’t struggle.

  “Don’t be like that.” Tommy’s voice was husky and low. Ken struggled to maintain his composure, but the intoxicating mixture of his sexy friend’s manly scent combining with his vanilla-and-oriental-spice-based cologne made staying in complete control impossible. Ken’s lips parted as he took a heady whiff and nearly lost his determination to resist.

  A curious blend of longing and apprehension threatened to crush him as he mentally wrestled with how to react. I don’t hate it when he does these things to me, but it’s embarrassing. Besides, none of this fooling around means anything to him. Sure, he loves me, but he’s not turned on by me the way like he is by Trisha. He frowned and knitted his eyebrows. He’s horny because Trisha’s pregnant and too miserable and cranky to have sex. That dumbass is trying to use me as a loophole for satisfying his sexual urges without technically cheating. He really pisses me off sometimes! “This is stupid.” Ken huffed, his heart turning flips as Tommy’s cock pushed against his ass.

  “Your dick doesn’t seem to think so. You’re already hard.” He unzipped Ken’s trousers before sliding his hand inside the opening. “Yeah, this is coming along nicely.” He palmed the front of Ken’s boxer-briefs and squeezed, applying gentle pressure to his bulge. Tommy sniffed, breathing in deeply. “You smell amazing today.”

  “Oh, shut up,” He uttered the only retort he could in the face of such an asinine comment. How dare he treat me like a girl! He gritted his teeth. Back in middle school if anyone had suggested he and I would have end up like this, I would’ve punched them in the throat. Why am I allowing this? A shiver ran up Ken’s spine and his cock twitched beneath his friend’s touch. Oh...there’s my answer.

  “Feels nice, doesn’t it.” Tommy’s hot breath lingered on Ken’s nape as he gripped Ken’s budding erection, caressing him in an up-and-down motion over the cotton fabric. Ken exhaled a longing breath, reaching forward to place his palms on the desktop. If he didn’t steady himself, his knees might buckle under.

  “We should stop.” Ken’s rational side fought against his impulse to drown in pleasure.

  “Really?” His co-husband used his free hand to unfasten Ken’s belt and then his trousers. “There...that should give you more room.”

  This isn’t fair. Ken’s pulse raced as his cock throbbed. As Tommy snatched Ken’s pants down around his knees, he gulped, his body temperature soaring as his large, blond friend inched his fingers under the waistband of his underwear. “Please...”

  “Oh, I aim to.” The cool air greeted Ken’s ass as Tommy yanked his boxer briefs down.

  I can’t believe I’m letting this happen at work. His friend grasped his bare dick, stroking the shaft. Ken responded with a groan as Tommy nudged his chin until he turned his face close enough for the two to share a kiss. He shut his eyes, allowing Tommy to claim his mouth with his soft, warm lips.

  Ken’s memory conjured the image of their first kiss five years ago during their inaugural three-way lovemaking session with Trisha. The act had been more innocent and brotherly then. Now, Tommy’s kisses tasted of passion, his lips pushing harder and more hungrily while his tongue crashed inside to plunder. So shady! If he only knew how he was making me crave his touch, he wouldn’t play with me this way.

  Ken’s thighs quaked, longing pushing up into his groin and belly. Tommy attacked, grabbing his arm, and turning him so they were face-to-face. Ken parted his lips. He wanted to speak but lost his voice as his friend went down on his knees. What the fuck is he doing?

  “Naughty, naughty, Ken...Look at your cock. It’s like a ripe piece of fruit beckoning someone to taste.” He lapped at the tip.

  Ken shuddered as he lifted an eyebrow. Did he have to say something so embarrassing and cheesy? He grunted and then slapped his palm over his own mouth, muffling the moan he couldn’t stifle. If the secretary hears us, I’ll die! Damn, that feels good! There was no turning back now. This wasn’t the first time Tommy had used his mouth on Ken’s dick, but they had never messed around at the office. He had to admit the forbidden element was exciting but not worth the risk. Maybe I’d feel differently if he genuinely wanted me and wasn’t just trying to get off.

  As Tommy probed with h
is tongue, pushing Ken’s arousal beyond his control, Ken pursed his lips and closed his eyes, concentrating on not making a sound. He focused on the door with alert fear, his pupils contracting at the threat discovery. As Tommy stimulated the sensitive bundle of nerves below his cock’s dome, his chest tightened. His apprehension fled and he gasped.

  Ken panted and quivered as he placed his palm atop his friend’s crown of blond hair. Small surges of bliss overcame him as Tommy sucked him in deeper, again and again. He bucked his hips, contracting his stomach muscles as the delightful pressure built. Without warning, Tommy pulled away, releasing Ken’s wet erection to the cool open air and jarring his senses.

  Ken’s knees wobbled and his head spun as his buddy wiped his mouth with his hand and stood. Tommy flashed a flirty smile while averting his bright blue eyes in uncharacteristic shyness. As the larger man leaned forward and connected their lips, he stroked Ken’s shaft. Ken blinked while nipping at his partner’s upper lip. As they kissed, Tommy released his own cock from his pants and then pressed the two together.

  Ken cast his gaze downward and sighed. Seeing his buddy’s monster cock right next to his more modest model wasn’t exactly an ego boost but the smooth warmth of their skin-to-skin contact made his shaft tingle. Ken flopped his tie over one shoulder and then unbuttoned his blue-and-white-checked dress shirt before scooting his t-shirt up to keep his business clothes from getting soiled.

  Tommy spread his fingers as he gripped both cocks. The pliable skin of the blond’s long, veiny dick clung to Ken’s. The coating of saliva left behind allowed for smooth friction as the heads smashed together as if kissing before being obscured by Tommy’s fist. Clear wetness trickled from both their cocks, providing more warmth and lubrication as Ken thrust into his friend’s snug hold.

  Ken rested his rear on the desk inching backward while placing a palm on the surface to prop up his shaky body. He breathed heavily and closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure and intimacy. Tommy palmed the heads of their cocks, gently pressing them together. Ken grunted through gritted teeth as the pleasurable sensations surged and began coiling in his belly. His release loomed so close his legs shook.