“I’m not sure I’m doing this right.” Justin’s breath caressed Antonio’s ear. “So tell me if it hurts.” He bit into Antonio’s shoulder, and a sharp, delicious pain spread from the fresh mark.
Antonio tilted his head back with a groan. “It hurts.”
“Do you want me to stop?” Justin asked.
“Christ, no.”
Justin’s chuckle rolled over Antonio, raising goosebumps in its wake. A second later, cold lube delivered with fingers met Antonio’s ass, and he hissed through gritted teeth. A groan tore from his throat when Justin nudged his opening, pushing inside enough to tempt.
Emily watched, lips parted in a silent gasp, and spread her legs wider, giving Antonio a perfect view of her glistening sex. When Justin pressed against Antonio’s hole with the head of his cock, Antonio forced himself to relax. He’d been with enough men that the experience wasn’t new, but with Justin it might as well be.
Justin hesitated, and Antonio pressed back into him, setting the pace and letting Justin in one excruciatingly slow inch at a time.
Emily’s chest heaved, and she fingered her clit. Antonio knew that tempting, flushed look. She was near climax. That the moment turned her on as much as it did him made him so hard it ached.
Justin buried himself to the hilt and grabbed Antonio’s hips. Antonio moaned, eyes closed, letting the sensation glide from his fingertips to his toes and focus on his dick.
Justin rocked against Antonio slowly, stretching him out and stealing his reason. Something warm and wet slipped along his shaft, and he opened his eyes to see Emily kneeling at his feet, watching him with hungry green eyes as she stroked him.
“I don’t want to come without you.” She gave him an exaggerated pout, before pulling her bottom lip up his length, and then taking him in her mouth.
“Fuck.” Justin let out a guttural groan. “Watching you two is better than good whiskey.”
Antonio didn’t know if he wanted to pound into Emily’s sucking, or grind back against Justin’s cock. He twisted his fingers in Emily’s hair and found a rhythm that let him do both.
Antonio held her gaze, captivated, as she continued to stroke and lick. She dropped her free hand between her legs again, and the moan that rumbled through his shaft confirmed what he could only glimpse—she was fingering herself.
He didn’t know which sensations to give his attention to. Her soft lips and hungry licks. Justin pounding into his ass. The sound of grunts mingling with the scent of arousal from the two people he loved.
Emily gave a muffled whimper when she came, shuddering against his grip, and increasing her attentions on his dick.
Justin clenched his fingers into Antonio’s hips hard enough to dig into his pelvis. That explained the tiny purple bruises Emily had sported the three weeks they worked together on PP together. The realization dialed up Antonio’s arousal another notch.
He pulled Emily to her feet, grasped her wrist, and drew her fingers into his mouth one at a time. She tasted incredible. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. His cock dug into her stomach, and she wrapped a fist around it, pumping and driving the head into her belly.
Justin’s thrusting was frantic now, and combined with Emily’s ministrations, made it impossible for Antonio to hold back. Orgasm spilled through and out of him, coating Emily’s hand and leaving a sticky mess between them.
Justin slammed into Antonio hard and fast, his groans shifting to punctuated grunts. He let out a long, low yell, before slowing to a stop. He rested his head against Antonio’s shoulder, his gasps for breath hot and heavy on Antonio’s back.
“God, I’m an idiot.” Justin’s lips moved against Antonio’s shoulder. “Taking so long to figure out what you already knew—that I love you.”
Antonio was never going to get tired of hearing that.
“Yeah, you are.” Emily smirked. She looked at Antonio. “But I suppose we’ve all been a bit dense.”
Antonio expected a flash of jealousy at the playful teasing Emily and Justin slid into without effort. What he felt instead was a light heart and a release he never expected.
Justin kissed up his neck, then nipped at his earlobe. “I’d be lost without you. I literally was.”
“Figuratively,” Emily corrected him.
“Me too,” Antonio said, knowing it didn’t quite make sense in the flow of conversation. They’d understand him anyway. He didn’t doubt it. This was perfect and then some.
EMILY LOVED WAKING up next to Antonio, but she hadn’t realized how much she missed opening her eyes to him wrapped around her and seeing Justin next to her as well. Her heart stuttered with joy at the sight of the morning sunlight falling across his face and making his blue eyes as pale as ice.
It was difficult to focus on that this morning. She’d awoken to Antonio’s arm draped over her hip, fingers teasing her mound. She squeezed her legs together. She was already wet from the attention.
Justin brushed a curl off her forehead. “I’ve never forgotten how gorgeous you are first thing in the morning.”
“Me or him?” Heat flooded her cheeks.
“Both of you.” Justin kissed her.
Antonio pulled away abruptly, stopping the attention on her tingling clit and letting the cool air rush in when the blankets fell away. He slapped her ass lightly. “We’re going to be late for work.”
She rolled onto her back and gave him an exaggerated pout. “But I’m sleeping with the boss. Doesn’t that buy me an extra hour or two?”
“Not when I have morning meetings.” Antonio offered her a hand and pulled her into a sitting position. He stood next to the bed, looking glorious and unashamed of the fact he wore nothing.
“I can’t believe you two are talking business in bed,” Justin said.
Emily looked back at him, brows raised. “Since when?”
His scowl melted to laughter. “Sorry. I was trying to keep a straight face, but nope. Not happening.”
“I really do have to get ready.” Antonio sounded disappointed. “I’d invite one or both of you to join me in the shower, but we tried that, and there’s not enough room.”
“In that case, we’re going to need a bigger apartment, with a huge master bath,” Justin said.
Emily eyed him. “We?”
Justin stared back unflinching. “And a bigger bed. King sized, for sure.”
“You’ve put a lot of thought into this.” Emily loved the certainty in his statements.
“Nope. I’m making it up as I go along, and leaving the details up to the two of you.”
“Sweet of you.” Antonio tugged Emily to her feet. “Some of us decided to get jobs, rather than live off fat buyout checks, so we really do need to get going.” His stern expression melted into a smile. “Have your lawyer call mine, so I can get you on a similar schedule sooner rather than later?”
“I will.” Justin said. “Set a spare desk aside for me.”
Contentment and satisfaction rolled through Emily. The arrangement might be atypical, and getting here had been a bit rough, but she was exactly where she belonged and had no doubt Antonio and Justin felt the same way.
Epilogue
Six months later
Emily rested in the tattoo chair, trying to focus on the hum of the needle, rather than the piercing sensation as Tara dragged it along her breastbone. This was the last sitting Emily needed, before the artwork was in place.
Tara had drawn the design at Antonio’s request. A birthday present to Emily. A dragon wrapped around the left side of her neck, body and head slithering down her collarbone. She’d had that one done first, despite Justin’s very vocal and less-than-serious protests about her picking the phoenix second.
The bird’s tail intertwined with the beasts on the back of her neck, and the feathered flames ran along the right side. Their heads came together between her breasts, leaving room for the sparrow that soared up her sternum.
Emily was in awe of Tara’s talent, not only with the desig
n, but also with the tattoo gun. Tara was a graphic artist, and had been with the company for years. When her marriage fell apart a few months ago, she needed an escape. She surrendered it all and started the tattoo parlor.
Emily got the impression there was a lot more to the marriage story than she’d heard, but Tara was tightlipped about the details, and that was her right. Emily was happy to see her pull out of the mire. She liked Antonio’s family, and especially his sister.
The needle hit bone again. Emily clenched her jaw and squeezed Antonio’s hand. Justin had tried to warn her that anything so close to bone was going to hurt more than a fleshy region. He suggested she start smaller, like with a simple image on her calf.
She told him a little pain never hurt anyone, and he stopped arguing.
Right now, he straddled the chair across from her, chin and arms resting on the back and gaze holding hers, to help her focus.
He looked away and reached for his phone. She rolled her eyes but didn’t mind that he was as addicted to the job as he’d ever been. Having Antonio’s infrastructure and international contacts gave Justin a freedom he never had before, and she saw how happy it made him. Besides, all three of them were a part of the same machine, as intertwined with the job as they were with each other.
She fell back into the pain, gripping Antonio’s hand until she was concerned she’d cut off his circulation.
“All done,” Tara said, at the same time Justin said, “Fuck me.”
“At least let me finish, before you share whatever that news is,” Tara told him. She cleaned up Emily’s chest, then helped her sit and face a mirror.
“It’s amazing,” Emily said, awe filling her.
“Thank you.” Tara covered it up. “You know the rules for care. I’m sure you can find someone to help you keep lotion on it if you’re having trouble.” She didn’t bat an eye when Antonio told her about the relationship, but Emily swore she occasionally caught Tara watching them with a trace of envy.
Antonio helped her to her feet and hovered his hand over the plastic. “I wish these didn’t take so long to heal.”
“Take that sappy shit home. Or anywhere but here.” Tara’s retort was gruff, but affection lay underneath.
Justin joined them, pressing his fingers into Emily’s skin along the edges of the fresh scars. She gasped at the rush of pain and endorphins. It only took her first visit to the parlor, to realize he knew where to touch, to draw a groan without doing damage.
“That goes for both of you,” Tara snapped. “Not in my shop.”
“We’re behaving. Thank you again. For everything.” Emily gave her a hug. Goodbyes were exchanged, and Emily left with Justin and Antonio.
They were within walking distance of their apartment. Though it was winter, and colder here than Emily was used to, it wasn’t too chilly for a stroll. She still enjoyed seeing the city covered in glistening crystals of ice and sunshine.
She strolled a few feet ahead, her attention flitting wherever it was drawn. It was lovely to be hand in hand with Antonio, Justin, or both of them, but it was just as much fun to watch them hold hands. Today she took in the scenery, while the men enjoyed each other’s company.
“Is someone going to ask?” Justin’s question carried from behind.
She glanced over her shoulder, but before she could reply, Antonio said, “Maybe. After you’ve squirmed with the news a little longer.”
“You’re such a dick.” There was no malice in Justin’s voice.
“I want to know.” Emily paused, to snap a picture of the sunlight streaming between buildings and striking the stone at her feet.
“Thank you.” Justin sounded smug. “How would you, my favorite siren, like to take an implementation team and go to London for a month?”
She whirled to face him, grin stuck on her face. “You landed Oxford?”
“We did,” he said.
“Why didn’t you say so?” Antonio asked.
Justin laughed. “I take it back. You’re not a dick. You’re a massive dick.”
“You’d know,” Antonio said, teasing in his voice.
The comment was enough to make Justin pause. These were the only times Emily saw Justin hesitate—the jokes about liking men still tripped him up. He didn’t care who knew about him and Antonio, but he wasn’t used to being on that side of the teasing.
She thought it was adorable, which he didn’t appreciate. “London sounds amazing.” She pulled the topic back to his news. They’d discussed how this would work. Justin would travel with her and a small team, to bring the school online with their new product. Antonio couldn’t leave the office in stretches like that, but he’d visit on weekends and whenever his schedule allowed.
The entire setup—not just the foreign accounts, but also, and most importantly, the two wonderful men next to her—was something she never would have dared imagine for herself. But now that she’d tasted it—lived it—she wouldn’t give it up for anything. This was exactly where and what she wanted to be.
Thank you for joining Emily, Justin, and Antonio on their journey. If you’d like to join Tara as she finds love twice over, check out the Beauty Duet. Click here to start reading Beauty Claimed today. Tara’s focused on growing her tattoo business with her boyfriend, Nathan. She doesn’t expect their sexy one-night stand to become more. Too bad Nick lives on the other side of the world, putting a deadline on their fling.
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