by Molly McLain
“Jennifer”—he’d point at me with the cigar in his fingers—“just because your past was bumpy doesn't mean your future can't be smooth. Just like this Remy.” Then he’d cough up a lung.
“Your thoughts seem a bit preoccupied there,” Shane observes. He never misses a beat.
I smile up at him as the elevator dings. “Just thinking about Pops.”
“A good memory?”
“There isn't any other kind.”
“He’s looking down on you, I'm sure.” Shane takes my hand as we walk down the hallway.
“And rolling over in his grave.” I laugh. Lord, he would shit a canary if saw me now. Involved with two men. But I would convince him, just like I have everyone else, that what we share is right. That they make me feel the same way he did. Important. Smart. Wanted. Like home.
“I hate wearing my glasses,” Chase complains as Shane swipes the key card.
“Not me. I love when you wear them.” I seductively slip and arm around his waist.
“I know, I know. Sexy Clark Kent.” Chase rolls his eyes.
“Exactly. It doesn't get much hotter than a man with muscles and thick-rimmed glasses.”
“Excuse me?” Shane opens the door.
“Except maybe a man sporting a surfboard and a sexy-ass grin.”
“I thought so.” He reaches back and grabs my ass, ushering me through the doorway. My laugh dies as I step inside. The entire suite has been transformed. An abundance of candlelight is flooding the room, huge sprays of pink roses and white lilies are sprinkled amongst the pillar candles, and on the small dinette table is a bottle of champagne in a silver bucket, three glasses, a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries, and small black box.
I turn to face Chase. “You didn't lose your contact, did you?”
“No.” He shakes his head, the reflection of tiny flames dancing around his warm brown irises. “We wanted you all to ourselves tonight.” Standing behind Shane, Chase slides his hands over Shane’s shoulders. “And we wanted it to be a surprise.”
“I'm definitely surprised.” I glance around the room, glassy-eyed. “But what about the gala?”
“We’re skipping it. We just wanted to see you all dressed up.”
I peer down at my long, dark blue gown. “Like what you see?”
Both men light up with approving smiles.
“More than like.” Shane steps toward me first, followed closely by Chase. “We love.” Shane slips a finger under one of the delicate spaghetti straps. “But we're going to love you even more when you’re wearing nothing at all,” he rasps in my ear, pulling the thin string down past my shoulder.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get me naked.” I rise to the occasion.
“There’s no rush. We have all night. And we want to ring in the New Year right.”
“What’s more right than three bare bodies, depleted on the floor?”
Shane and Chase both laugh. “Nothing. But we don't want you completely bare.” Chase reaches for the little box on the table. My heart leaps into my throat. That can't be what I think it is. It's too soon. Too sudden. It’s earrings. It has to be. Or maybe just a promise ring. Promise ring, really, Jenn? You’re not twelve!
I jump when Chase pops the velvet box open and sure as shit, it's no promise ring. It's a diamond ring. A huge, round, brilliant stone wrapped several times over in a bejeweled ribbon of pavé diamonds. I’ve never seen anything like it, and when Chase removes it from the box and lifts my hand, I'm shaking all over.
“Do you know what this ring is called?” He painstakingly slips it over my knuckle. It feels like the world is moving in slow motion.
“An engagement ring?” I answer like an idiot.
“Yes, that it definitely is.” Chase chuckles, securing it in its rightful place. “Leave it to Shane to find the perfect ring for our perfect woman. When he showed it to me on the website and I read the title, it was like fate. ‘The Trinity of Love.’ The center diamond is you and the coils are us. An entwined connection. An infinite beginning with no end.” Chase kisses my hand, and I melt, becoming nothing more than a puddle of emotions on the ground.
“You’re our perfect fit, Jenn. And we want to make our holy trinity permanent.” I gaze at Shane, love-struck.
“Funny you should say that. In my mind, it already is. Ring, no ring. You both give me more than I could have ever asked for. More than I think I could ever give in return. All I really have is myself, and I gave that to both of you a long time ago.”
“So, I take it that’s a firm yes?” Shane cups my cheeks.
“It's a hell yes. Neither of you are ever getting rid of me.” I laugh-cry in an eruption of joy. I grab onto Shane’s wrists as he kisses me ecstatically. I share the same kiss with Chase as I fall blissfully into his arms. They encircle me, the boundaries fading away like they so easily do— an infinite beginning with no end.
The ring feels like a weight of happiness on my finger as we become spellbound in a series of heated kisses. Tongues tangling, fingers roaming, need rising. An upshot of desire hijacking the room.
“Is it time to get naked yet?” I lick Shane’s neck then nip at Chase’s lips.
“It’s definitely time.” Shane goes for the zipper on my dress, and I hear a pop. “Whoops.” Shane chuckles darkly as he slides the gauzy material from my body. “I owe you a new gown.” He pushes me into the edge of round dinette table. “But I much rather prefer you in nothing at all.” He steals a wet, sloppy kiss and a grope of my bare breast. “Sit on the table.”
I slide onto the smooth surface wearing only my pink lacy underwear and high heels.
“Spread your legs,” Chase demands as he and Shane begin to remove their clothes. Piece by piece, they each shed their black jackets, bow ties, crisp white dress shirts, and perfectly pressed pants. Who needs Magic Mike when I have two of my very own boy toys? Once stripped down to their Calvin Kleins, they zero in on me, Shane stealthy moving the champagne and strawberries to the wet bar a few feet away. I barely notice his short detour as I'm devoured by one ravenous mouth, then two. Lips roaming over the hollow of my neck, the curve of my shoulder, the swell of my breasts. I brace myself, locking my arm around Chase’s neck as my arousal rises. As my cheeks heat and my thighs burn. They each latch onto one nipple, and I impulsively pull Chase’s dark hair, the direct shot of ecstasy causing me to writhe. They aren't sweet or gentle. They’re savage, blood thirsty sharks sucking and biting each little nub until it’s stinging with pleasure. I buck my hips, wanting so much more. The hunger growing stronger, more dire with every tortuous second.
“Chase, Shane,” I mewl feebly.
I feel their responding smiles against my fevered skin.
“We’ll get there, pixie.” Chase touches his lips to mine, teasing me with the notion of a kiss. I dart my tongue out, hoping for a connection, but he pulls away. Mirth shining in his chocolate-brown eyes. “We have all night.” He toys with me before he relents, giving in to what I want. A scorching hot kiss that lights the curtains on fire. I stretch my jaw and plunge my tongue into his mouth as Shane unlatches himself from my nipple and licks his way down my torso. There's a loud tear, and then my panties are gone.
“Goodbye and good riddance,” Shane utters right before he buries his head between my legs. I exhale an explosive moan as his tongue passes over my clit.
“We know you love that.” Chase massages my breast, while still engaging me in forceful kisses.
“I do love it,” I pant between urgent embraces.
Once both sets of my lips are swollen, Chase reaches for the champagne. Pop! Goes the cork, and then there’s an overflowing burst of bubbles. “Open.” He brings the bottle to my lips. I part them as he commands, fighting not to squirm as he pours the crisp liquid into my mouth.
“I wonder if it tastes as good as you?” Chase takes a swig. “Not even close. He pours some more champagne down my throat as Shane continues to assault me with his tongue. My pussy is throbbing, my hips roc
king on their own accord.
“She’s way too close.” Chase runs his fingers through Shane’s gold waves.
“But she tastes so fucking good.” Shane licks his lips and looks up at Chase.
“I know.” Chase pulls Shane against his chest and pilfers a kiss. Two strong jawlines and starving mouths clash in the candlelight. Nothing turns me on more than watching them together. If they think cutting off all physical connection from me is going to cool me down, they should know better by now.
“Shane, touch him,” I moan.
And he does. He runs two powerful hands along every chiseled muscle of Chase’s chest and back, deepening the kiss. I fight the urge to touch myself as they connect. I fucking love it. Crave it. Shane shoves down Chase’s boxer briefs, freeing his cock, then strokes the hard, thick length until Chase is moaning and jerking in his tight grip.
“God…that fucking feels…” Chase inhales and exhales laboriously as Shane works him up. The strain on his face the ultimate turn-on.
“You two are so fucking hot.” I can't fight the urge any longer. I rub my clit to sate the relentless pounding.
Two pairs of dark hypnotic eyes pin me to the table. They watch for few lust-fueled seconds as I pleasure myself before breaking apart.
“There's no way in hell you’re getting yourself off.” Shane drops to his knees first.
“Definitely not tonight.” Chase follows suit. They spread my legs widener, causing me prop myself up. Oh shit, I know what's coming. Me. In about thirty seconds once they both put their mouths on the most sensitive part of my body. There should be a warning sign—Caution: Explosives On Site.
Two tortuous tongues making contact at the same time causes me to scream. I jerk my hips in agony as the simultaneous swirls and jabs and gyrations turn me inside out. I yank a fistful of Shane’s hair as all the muscles in my lower abdomen pull and strain from their forbidden French kiss. I pant and cry as the tension between my legs grows at a rapid pace. I'm just about to fall when the diamond on my left hand catches the light. An extra shot of euphoria is injected into my orgasm just as I come. I never take my eyes off the ring or the two men who gave it to me. The two men who own my body, and my soul, and all my happiness.
“Oh god, fuck!” My body finally gives out, and I collapse back onto the table, my head dangling off the side. My muscles spasm with aftershocks as Chase and Shane leisurely lap up the arousal they brought forth. The arousal coating my pussy and the insides of my quivering thighs.
I moan lazily, a hot mess in sparkly high heels.
“We’re not through yet.” Chase pulls me up by both arms. I sag against his chest. “One more time for us, pixie?” He may state it as a question, as a plea. But it's really a demand. In reality, I'm not done until they say I’m done. “Stand up. Place your hands against the window and spread your legs. Let's get a good look at that pretty ass of yours.”
I giggle lightly. “You do love a good piece of ass.”
“Damn right I do. Two of the tightest asses on the East Coast belong solely to me.” Arrogance inflates his voice. And his ego.
I slide off the table, summoning my second wind. Striding over to the wall of windows, I bend slightly and stretch my arms, placing my hands over my head. Spreading my legs seductively, I jut my ass out, providing the pretty picture they’re after.
“We are two very lucky men.” Shane and Chase surround me, Shane running his fingertip down the length of my spine. I close my eyes for a split second, relishing his gentle touch.
“The luckiest. We have everything,” Chase adds, touching me with privilege. Gliding his palm over my arm and down my side, making sure to keep a safe distance from my most private parts. They want to seduce me, and they know just how to do so. “A beautiful home, a thriving business, and soon, a barefoot and pregnant wife,” he hisses in my ear, and my eyes fly open. My heart pounds from the declaration as I glance back at Chase.
“All in due time, baby. Don't get yourself all worked up just yet.” He kisses my neck sweetly, easing my anxiety. Shane and Chase have never beat around the bush. They’ve always said they wanted a family. They want the whole big fat American dream—two-point-five kids, white picket fence, and a Golden Retriever named Champ. So, when I said yes to their proposal, I knew I would be a large part of that vision’s realization. Which is fine with me. I'm just not on the fast track to get there. I didn't think they were either until just now.
“You’re lucky I like being barefoot.” I smile enticingly, encouraging him on.
“I think we have established Shane and I are the luckiest men alive.” He nips at my earlobe, causing me to shiver. “And we really, really want to get lucky right now.” Chase slides his hand down my stomach and cups the apex of my thighs, grinding the heel of his palm against my oversensitive clit.
“Who’s stopping you?” I undulate my hips, obtaining more friction.
“No one. Ever.” Chase steps into my line of sight, the look on his masculine face severe. “Nothing will ever come between us. You’re ours and we’re yours.” He nods sternly, demanding my concurrence.
“I know. Nothing.” Movement in the reflection of the window catches my attention as Shane’s silhouette moves about the suite. Chase kept me so occupied, I never even realized he wasn't still behind me.
“Needed some reinforcements for the next act,” Shane informs me, as he presses his body and rigid cock firmly against my back and buttocks. “I agree a thousand percent with everything Chase said, by the way.”
I turn my face so I can peer into his wide hazel eyes. “I have no doubt.”
Shane smiles contentedly. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Both of you.” I glance at Chase.
“Those words are like a work of art.” Shane begins a warm trail of kisses down my neck. “And you are the canvas.”
“Mmm.” I close my eyes and give in to his advances.
“We need to be inside you, baby. We need to feel you come.” Shane continues his sensuous trail south.
“I'm yours. Take me. Use me. Pleasure me,” I moan hedonistically.
“We plan to do all three.” Shane’s mouth moves lower and lower. My pulse pounds in my ears as both men kneel before me. Shane behind me, Chase directly in front of me.
“Be loud, pixie,” Chase demands as they tag team me, two tongues invading two very sacred holes. I slap my hands against the window as my whole body jerks from the intrusion. From the invasion, from the scintillating sensations. I'm throbbing once again as they orally work me into a frenzy.
The pop of a top grounds me. I open my heavy eyelids and gaze at myself in the reflection of the window. Shoulder-length blonde hair and drowsy blue eyes, a ghost echoing over the brilliant bright lights of the Las Vegas strip.
I feel the cold sensation of the lubrication drip down between the crack of my ass. Shane’s fingers and tongue priming my little hole. Lick, stroke, lick, stroke, he penetrates me until the tight muscle is stretched wide, and I’m straining on my toes. Chase sucks my clit thoroughly, sliding the little piece of pink flesh between his lips over and over until it's swollen and pulsating.
“Tell us when you’re close,” Chase instructs. “This is going to be a fast, hard fuck.”
Well, in that case.
“I'm close. I'm close, I'm so fucking close.” I nearly climb up the window, ready to implode.
Shane and Chase both move in what seems like synchronicity. Both standing and lifting me right off my feet. Chase hooks his arms under my knees as Shane steadies me from behind.
“Hold on to me,” Chase pants, and I secure my hands behind his neck. No sooner than I'm anchored, the press of two hard cocks penetrate each entrance. I flail immediately from the unannounced intrusion.
“Sorry, baby, we’re a little on edge.” Chase fully enters me first. A euphoric groan is my only response. My head rolls on my shoulders as Shane takes me next, working his cock a little gentler into the elasticized ring of muscle. Give and take, pus
h and pull, they work quickly to fill me up, expand my body, and agitate my arousal until I'm ready to come.
“Fuck, it’s so good.” Shane thrusts deeper, the stress in his voice telling me he's close.
“Are you going to come?” I heave, as I'm forced closer and closer to a volcanic eruption.
“No, just you. Just you, right now.” He tightens his grip on my ass and slows his rhythm. “Come all over Chase’s cock, baby. Let him feel you,” Shane encourages me as my inner walls tighten around Chase’s shaft. God, they know much I love it slow and deep. Chase's long, thick cock gliding easily in and out of my soaking wet pussy.
A few more titillating strokes and I'm seeing stars. My muscles lock up, and my blood flows hotter than lava as I cry out profanities in a fit of ecstasy.
By the time the climax passes, the three of us are shaking harder than palm trees in a hurricane.
“So good. So fucking good.” Chase kisses my chest, his mouth moving easily over the light sheen of sweat as Shane clutches my neck, grazing his teeth passionately along my exposed skin. I sag in their arms, all my energy depleted. Two mind-bending orgasms in under an hour. This is going to be one long-ass night.
“It's time to go to bed.” Chase looks right through me concentrating solely on Shane. They’re both still as hard as steel pipes and ready to blow like ones.
Easily they withdraw from me, Chase cradling me in his arms.
“I want to watch you,” I murmur into his neck. “I want to watch you take him.”
“Think you’re up for another round?” Chase jokes with me.
“I guess we’re about to find out.” He places me on my feet in the bedroom. The space isn't huge, but the bed is enormous. With a cream-colored, tufted headboard that takes up the whole wall. I slink into the curved accent chair opposite the bed, wishing I had popcorn for the upcoming show. Shane and Chase are on the brink of destruction, and they don't waste a moment going after each other. It always feels like I'm watching “Savage Kingdom” when they become intimate. They’re so feral and wild and aggressive, it causes my blood pressure to skyrocket. It’s like lion versus lion on the pride lands. Their kisses are combative, mouths smashing together, bodies tense, muscles rippling.
