To say that the start of their relationship was rocky would be an understatement of epic proportions, but that’s all in the past for Hannah, Dalton, and Jesse… hopefully.
When Hannah went off to college leaving Dalton and Jesse behind to decide if they could really handle a relationship between the three of them, three hearts were left in pieces. But now Hannah’s back, and unfortunately, she’s returned with a secret.
When an unconventional love is threatened by secrets and questions, two men will have to decide what unconditional love really means.
Author’s Note: Secrets & Princess Dresses was original included in the Dirty Daddies Pride Anthology. No material changes were made to the story. While this is book three in the timeline, it can be read as a standalone. This MMF romance contains age play, mild BDSM, and fun times between the guys as well.
Dalton
“Did her dad get out his shotgun again? He promised the cops he wouldn’t do that as long as we gave Hannah space while she went to college.” Jessie’s question would’ve sounded insane except her father had pulled his gun on us.
In his defense, we had made her cry, but even the cops said he’d overreacted.
Shaking my head, I walked across our living room and sat down on the couch, trying to wrap my head around how badly the night had gone. “No, he wasn’t even there.”
We’d finally been going to get to date Hannah like real adults.
It should’ve gone fine. She was back home from finishing her degree and everything leading up to our date had been planned perfectly. I was going to pick her up and then we were going to come get Jesse since he’d needed to work late. We’d even had the restaurant all picked out.
It should’ve been wonderful.
“Then what happened?” Jessie flopped down beside me, his large frame shaking the cheap piece-of-crap sofa.
I leaned back, resting my head on the sofa and staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t know. She just said she had stuff she needed to figure out, then shut the door.”
I rolled my head and looked at Jesse. “It didn’t seem like a good idea to push her, so I just came back here.”
Jesse nodded. “Yeah, with her dad, that’s probably a good idea.”
It’d seemed like it at the time, but now I wasn’t sure.
Shifting, Jesse turned and relaxed back against the arm of the couch, searching my face. “Now what?”
Since he was the planner in our slightly interesting relationship, it was bad if he was asking me what to do.
“What was your first thought?” I was still too confused to even begin to guess.
We’d been waiting four years for tonight and now it felt like we had nothing.
Jesse studied me for a moment before he shrugged. “Giving her more time to think seems counterproductive. I’m pretty sure too much space has caused this problem to begin with.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
It seemed like our deal with her dad that we would step back while she was in college had seriously backfired. I’d hoped that with the emails and texts and phone calls it would keep our relationship going, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
“But she was happy to see us at graduation, right?” Had I misread her signals?
Nodding his head, Jesse nudged his knee into my thigh. “Yeah, she was excited to see us and even gave us both kisses in front of her dad.”
Just remembering his wide-eyed expression before he’d cleared his throat and looked away made me chuckle. There was no way to discount the sparkle in her eyes and the way she’d giggled at her dad’s drama. He’d definitely come a long way since we were in high school.
“But what could have changed in such a short period?” A few years ago, my next question would’ve been asking what Jesse had done to piss her off. But we had a better relationship now, and at this point, we were both mature enough to explain when we’d fucked up.
Jesse took the question seriously, thinking quietly for a few moments. When he finally spoke, it was more of a list of what we knew rather than what to do, but it was a start. “She made it clear she wasn’t dating anybody, and I’m pretty sure the last person she talked about was that Percy guy last year.”
Since I agreed with him, I nodded and let him talk it out.
Another sign that we’d grown up over the last few years… Well, that I’d grown, in this case. I hadn’t always been so patient when he’d wanted to talk things out. Which was part of the reason Hannah’s dad had pulled the shotgun on us.
“She has a job lined up here and a plan for the future, and her father no longer thinks we’re insane dickheads who just want to fuck his daughter.” I snorted in response, drawing a laugh from Jesse, primarily because the hothead had been wrong to begin with.
We’d always wanted something serious and meaningful with her.
We just hadn’t understood how to go about getting that in a healthy manner.
Ha. Couples counseling hadn’t been a complete waste.
Just kind of boring and weird.
Jesse flashed me a grin since he knew what I’d been thinking about her father, but he tried to stay on topic. “We haven’t done anything deliberately that would’ve set her off, and from what you’ve told me, nothing she said earlier indicated we were the issue.”
Jesse paused, letting out a breath. “If this isn’t about us, is there anything we can do?”
It was a damned good question.
Staring back up at the ceiling, I closed my eyes. “I don’t know. I’m trying to look at this with a level head, but I’m not feeling logical about any of it.”
Taking in a deep breath, I let it out slowly as Jesse’s hand came to rest on my shoulder and he squeezed, massaging the tense muscles for a moment. “Come here.”
He tugged at my arm until I chuckled and gave in, shifting so my back was against his chest. When I was surrounded by his strong thighs and wrapped in his arms, I could finally relax. “What are we going to do?”
Slowly melting into him as the tension in me faded, I waited and let his strength sink into me. After a moment, I stroked my hand over his thigh that was pressed against the back of the couch. Sometimes it still surprised me how sexy and comforting I found his body, but most of the time it just felt right.
“Do you think this is the problem?” I hated to even ask the question, but he had to have been thinking about it too.
I felt him shrug as he kissed the back of my head. “I don’t think so?”
He paused, and I waited while he put his thoughts in order. “She’s known since freshman year that we were going to work on our relationship. We never hid that from her.”
I loved the casual way he said that.
“I’m not sure going from angry frenemies to boyfriends counts as working on a relationship.” If it was, it was one hell of an understatement.
Jesse laughed. “Sure, it does. We just didn’t understand why we were angry and jealous.”
“If you say so.” But no matter how we explained it, going from assholes to boyfriends hadn’t been easy, but it’d been the right move. In our defense, though, high school guys weren’t always great at realizing they might not be straight.
Especially when someone like Hannah was in their sights.
“I do.” The smile in his voice had me smiling too, but another kiss to the back of my head brought back all the stress.
“Am I an asshole for being just a bit pissed that we’re going to have to wait even longer?” When he was too quiet, I shifted and looked over my shoulder.
Jesse finally shrugged, not looking like he had a good answer. “If you are, then you’re in good company.”
I had to smile as I laid back down against him. “If she doesn’t want to date us, then the rules don’t apply anymore, right?”
I mean, we’d played fair and followed the rules. We’d already waited to have penetrative sex because that’d been the deal we’d worked out when she’d first gone to school. Dating and relationships were fine, but none of us would have penetrative sex with anyone else until she got back or we broke up.
Of course, when Jesse and I had first made that rule, we’d pictured dating other girls, not each other, but we’d still stuck with the deal.
Hannah had never given any indication that she thought us getting closer physically was a problem. Hell, she’d been the one to throw the idea out there when she was screaming at us back when everything was drama and fighting.
How we’d managed to survive high school I’d never know.
Jesse’s arms tightened around me like he was imagining making love and fucking me hard, but then he sighed and his hold relaxed. “I think before we take that step, we need to make sure what’s going on.”
That made me groan. “I didn’t want that answer.”
His chest jerked in silent laughter. “I’m not saying no. Fuck. You aren’t the only one who was looking forward to everything changing, but if this is just a bit of drama, I don’t want us to have fucked it up.”
“I hate it when you’re right.” My response made him laugh, which felt good because I didn’t want him to be as stressed as I was. “So now that our evening is open, what do you want to do?”
I was hoping he’d let me change the topic and just figure out our next step with Hannah later, but no such luck.
“I want to make you dinner after we finish our conversation.” He completely ignored my trying to change the subject and just kept going. “What do you think about talking to your boss?”
Hmm.
“It’s logical.” His family had been in relationships with two guys and a woman forever. Even his great-grandparents had been open-minded. They’d been the people to give Hannah the idea in the first place. “Do you think it would be inappropriate or just weird? I mean, he is my boss.”
Or at least one of my bosses.
Technically he owned the ranch with his parents, but over the past few years I’d gotten to know Travis much better than I had his dads. They were relaxed enough that they probably wouldn’t mind our questions, but if I had to tell anyone how fucked up our relationship was, I’d rather it be Travis.
“I can’t imagine anyone at the shop talking to my dad about anything out of the ordinary or kinky, but your boss is laid-back.” Jesse’s tone was so confident I found myself nodding.
He took that as a yes and kept going. “How about I get off early tomorrow and head over to the ranch? We can talk to him together.”
I scoffed. “You just think I won’t do it without you.”
Jesse laughed. “I know you won’t do it without me.”
He was probably right.
“Fine.” Sitting up, I shifted and gave him a quick kiss. Even after the newness and just the strangeness of kissing him had faded to something more everyday, I still couldn’t help marveling at how our life had changed over the past few years.
He smiled, returning my kiss, but I could see the worries he was trying to hide. All of our plans for the past few years had been with Hannah in mind. We’d all called and emailed and hung out whenever possible, anything we could do to stay in touch without pressuring her.
But everything had been about the three of us, not just the two of us.
“You know that nothing is going to change between us, right?” I knew I’d hit the nail on the head when he nodded too quickly. Smiling, I turned so we were chest to chest and I stretched out along his body.
When my dick was rubbing against his and his thighs framed mine, I rocked against him and smiled again. “No matter what happens and how we fuck things up, nothing is going to change between us.”
He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to roll his eyes or moan. “You… you’re a menace.”
I grinned. “But I’m your menace.”
And that was better than last month when he’d told me I was an asshole, but I was his asshole.
Needless to say, the argument had quickly derailed once he’d realized how insane that had sounded.
Jesse pulled me tight against him, kissing me again, that time taking my mouth in a slow, heated exploration that sent pleasure flooding through me. When he finally released my lips, we were both breathless, but his eyes were brighter and I didn’t see the worries there anymore.
“We’re good. I know that.” Kissing me again, that time short and sweet, he gave me another hug before relaxing his hold on me. “Alright. It’s my turn to cook and then we’re going to find a movie and we’ll play rock-paper-scissors to see who gets a blow job first.”
I shot up, shaking my finger at him. “Oh, no, you forfeited, and it’s my turn.”
He started to shake his head, giving me a very well done I’m sorry you’re wrong expression, but I wasn’t as big a sucker for it as I once had been. “No. Don’t even try to wiggle out of it. You wanted biscuits this morning, and you bribed me to make them.”
“You volunteered to make those when I mentioned them.” He looked so damned believable I wanted to tell him where he could shove those biscuits. “That doesn’t count.”
I snorted. “Repeating bullshit isn’t going to make it true.”
He just laughed, so I knew I’d won.
Moving off him so we didn’t get distracted before dinner, I stood up and reached out a hand to pull him off the couch. The evening wasn’t our most productive time of the day, so making sure he actually got up was a good idea.
Another lesson learned after living together for almost three years.
“Spaghetti sound good?” Jesse wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling my neck. “Garlic breath won’t be a problem tonight.”
Laughing, I punched his arm and stepped away as he grinned. “I’m going to go change clothes. You need to work on your pickup lines.”
Jesse smirked, looking pleased with himself. “Well, see how the night goes. Then we’ll see whether it worked or not.”
I scoffed, heading back toward our small bedroom. “You’re just lucky I’m a cheap slut for you.”
Laughter followed me into the bedroom, making me grin, but as I changed out of the clothes I’d put on for the date that’d never happened, I couldn’t help but think that maybe Hannah hadn’t been quite ready to get everything she’d always said she wanted.
Hanging back up the dress pants and button-down that had barely been worn, I stripped out of my boxer briefs and into the sweatpants that Jesse loved.
Maybe that really was part of the problem.
She’d always said that she wanted a relationship like Travis’s family had and she didn’t want to choose between us, but had watching us grow closer made her feel like she wasn’t a part of our relationship?
I knew we’d done our best to try to make sure that didn’t happen, but had we failed?
Pushing the doubts and questions out of my head, I did my best to look happy and relaxed. He’d know it was complete bullshit, but being an ass wouldn’t make our evening any better and it would only make him worry.
He was too much of a mush for me to do that to him, so I was happy and just hard enough to be distracting in the sweats by the time I walked back out into the kitchen.
Bingo.
Jesse groaned, turning away from the counter where he was slicing what would eventually become garlic bread as the water on the stove was heating up. “You asshole. You know those are my favorite.”
I raised one eyebrow and gave a much more believable surprised expression than he could do. “Really? I thought you liked those sleep pants that are so thin you can see my dick through them better?”
Yeah, I was an asshole.
But at least he wasn’t worried anymore.
“You’re deliberately fucking with me.” He started to gesture with the bread knife until he realized what he was doing and set it down.
After one mishap where he’d accidentally thrown the can opener at me, we were both more careful.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Leaning against the doorframe, I pushed my hips out a bit and thought about how good the blow job would be. Getting hard enough to be even more distracting in the pants wasn’t a problem.
Groaning, Jesse walked away from the counter and gave me a cute pout. “But they’re my favorite.”
And he wanted nothing more than to kneel right there and play with my dick through the sweats until he’d made me beg to come.
But it was my turn.
When he was close enough to grab, I turned and pinned him against the doorframe. “Whose turn is it?”
He groaned but leaned back almost submissively and gave up. “You, it’s your turn.”
“Good boy.” I grinned as he snorted, but once I was on my knees, magically he stopped complaining.
Neither of us was the best bottom or even a halfway decent sub in the bedroom, so sex was always fun… and sometimes an interesting competition too.
I had his pants and the tight briefs he loved so much pulled to his knees in seconds, and his cock was in my mouth just as fast. He wouldn’t last. The sweatpants guaranteed that, so I smiled around his dick as he started to curse.
Working the head just like he loved, I had him desperate and frustrated before the water on the stove started to boil. When he started to shove my head to take him deeper, I let my teeth scrape over the tip of his cock, and he gasped, shaking as his hands slapped against the walls where he knew they belonged.
“Fucker. Let me come.” He growled out the order, but when I went back to barely sucking on the tip, he whined and finally caved. “Please. Please let me come.”
I pulled off just long enough to drive him insane. “Good boy.”
He grunted and was probably cursing me out in his head, but he kept his hands on the wall and moaned as I swallowed his cock to the base. It’d taken me six months to learn to do that without gagging, but it’d taken Jesse almost a year because back then even his toothbrush had made him gag.
He managed to last a few more seconds, but that was it.
As his orgasm barreled through him and his cum shot deep into my throat, I swallowed around him and kept sucking on him until he was soft and he tapped the wall twice in defeat.
Releasing him, I rose and gave him a deep, heated kiss, knowing he could taste his cum in my mouth. By the time I released him, I was achingly hard and starving, but he was the best meal I could’ve asked for. “Love you.”
He smiled, then gave me a look that said he was going to get even. “Love you too, asshole.”
No matter what happened, I was fucking lucky, and I was never going to forget that.
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