His Twisted Choice

by Amelia James

  I got the bastard. “Motive.”

  “Yep. When he found out she left him for two men, he shot them and kidnapped her. Took her to their cabin and shot her when she tried to escape. Hid her body in the freezer.”

  “And tried to make her lovers’ murders look like a hate crime.” I leaned back in my chair, slowly rocking the springs while he shuffled his feet on the floor. The similarities between my case and our relationship made my stomach churn. “How long had she been living with them?”

  His knuckles turned white as he gripped the armrests. “Almost three years. They kept it quiet, not really hiding it, but not flaunting it either. The neighbors knew, immediate family knew. McCane, the ex-husband, snapped when he found out.”

  I loosened my tie. “Did anyone else threaten them?”

  “No. I questioned friends and relatives. They thought the victims’ living arrangement was weird, a few were judgmental, but everyone believed they were happy.” He shrugged.

  They were happy. That’s all I wanted from this. The kinky sex was great, but we could get that anywhere. I like thinking ‘we’. “So it worked for them.”

  “Looks that way.” He scratched his chin, and I read where his mind was heading. “Until her ex got jealous.”

  Shit. “Is this what we’ll have to deal with? Nosy neighbors, judgmental friends?”

  “Probably. Family members who don’t understand, too.”

  I tossed my pen on the desk. “My family has never understood me.”

  He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, rubbing his palms together as he frowned. “Are we going to let this stop us?”

  “Should we?” I walked around my desk to sit next to him. “We’ve made it through some deep shit to get here. I can’t let Talia go, can you?”

  He shook his head. “Hell no.”

  I unbuttoned my collar and breathed. “It worked for them. Why can’t it work for us? None of us has a jealous ex.”

  “Talia’s ex-boyfriend? That… Scott guy.”

  “He moved on.”

  We heard my assistant’s phone ring. Will stared at me with fear in his eyes. “Would she…?”

  I leaped to my feet and yanked the door open. “Claire, come in here please.”

  She hurried in and waited. “Yes, sir?”

  “Sit down.”

  She sat in the chair next to Will, and he scooted over a couple inches.

  I paced the room, deciding to question him first. “How much did you tell her?”

  “I didn’t go into detail.”

  “What’s this about?” She cast a glance at him and wrung her hands.

  Will leaned closer. “I… ah… we just wanted to make sure you’re okay with me… ahem… moving on.”

  Her eyebrow arched. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  I stopped in my tracks. “Don’t be a pussy, Will.” I sat on my desk and zeroed in on Claire, who squirmed in her seat. “Do you have a problem with me and him and Talia in a relationship?”

  The tension left her shoulders. “No. Even if I did, it’s none of my business.”

  “So you’re not going to flip out and kill us?”

  Will kicked my foot. “Dude, what the hell?”

  “Really Alex, what the hell?”

  I backed off. “Sorry. This case has us a little freaked.”

  Understanding lit her eyes. “I read the final police report Will gave me for the file.” She shook her head. “I don’t think you guys have anything to worry about. I give it six months.”

  “Thanks.” Her phone rang as I rolled my eyes. “Don’t you have some work to do?”

  She stood and patted Will’s shoulder. “Good luck.”

  I closed the door behind her and leaned on it, letting out a long, slow breath. No jealous ex to fear—we just had to deal with everyday life. “How do we make this thing work?”

  Will stood and yawned. “That’s what kept me awake all night.”

  “Me too.”

  He crossed his arms. “While I was scrounging your pantry for food this morning, Talia said something about making sure we always have time for the important things.”

  “What’s important to you?”

  He met my gaze. “Making her happy.”

  “Me too. So that’s our goal. Every day—make sure she’s happy.”

  “I think that works.” He grinned, shaking his head. “I gotta start tonight. She wanted me to fool around before work, so I promised I’d make it up to her.”

  “Let’s go to that sex shop where I got the rope.”

  An intrigued quirk twitched his eyebrow. “Good idea. But I was thinking I’d keep it simple.”

  I groaned. “You have no imagination.”

  “Fuck you. Your shower is big enough for three, right? If not, you can wait outside.”

  ***

  Will brought home enough groceries to last a week, and Alex brought home a heaping pile of lace panties.

  I sorted through the array of pastel colors and delicate fabrics he’d scattered across the cooking island. “Pretty, but why so many?”

  He picked up a pair and stretched them to the max. “Lace rips easily.”

  A little thrill tingled between my legs. “Ooo….”

  “Ha.” Will snorted. He crumpled up a plastic bag and tossed it in the trash. “I brought you these.” He opened the fridge and set a massive package of mushrooms next to the marinating steaks.

  A soft flutter danced in my heart. “Ohh… my God. You two….” My eyes stung and my throat swelled. I grabbed a scrap of lace and ran down the hall to the bathroom, closing the door and leaning back against it while I pressed my hand over my racing heart. I flipped on the light and started. My reflection shocked me: tears trickled down my cheeks, dripping mascara toward a smile so big I couldn’t contain it. I clapped my hand over my mouth, but it spread to my eyes, and joy I’d never known burst from my lips in great gasps of laughter.

  Alex and Will had done a lot of nasty, romantic things to me and for me, but the most erotic experience of my life was being understood by not one but two men who loved me. My breath came in short gasps and my body tingled. I could come in that bathroom without a single touch, but no way in hell was I going to have this orgasm—or any other—without them.

  I unzipped my shorts and peeled off my damp cotton panties. The lace boyshorts fit snug over my hips, framing my ass like a pretty picture. My nipples puckered under my thin t-shirt. I left my shorts on the floor and crept down the hall.

  The guys were laying down some ground rules, so I stood in the entryway and listened.

  Alex opened a beer bottle. “You can take her out on your own, but just let me know before.”

  Will sliced a mushroom. “Is sex always going to be between the three of us?”

  “Doesn’t have to be. I can watch, you can watch. Maybe we should leave it up to Talia.”

  Will nodded. “It’s all about her.”

  “It is?” The words escaped my lips before I could think.

  Alex let out a low whistle as his gaze traveled the length of my body.

  Will laid down his knife and smiled. “You’re the glue that binds us, darlin’. I love this guy like a brother, but without you….”

  Alex finished his thought. “…we’d be lost.”

  Don’t let that go to your head! “Stop! You’re gonna make me cry again.” I wiped my eyes with the back of my finger. Will pulled me into the room and kissed the top of my head, and I rested my elbows on the end of the island between them, right where I belonged.

  Alex grinned and took a swig. “We all agree to keep the sex between male and female only. No same-sex action.”

  Will picked up the knife. “Agreed.”

  I giggled, unable to let that go. “Oh come on. A little guy-on-guy could be pretty hot. Some girls are into that.”

  Alex nearly dropped his beer. “Are you?”

  I shrugged. “I’ll never know unless you try.”

  “Oh hell no.”

>   Will shoved the cutting board aside and slipped his arm around my waist, breathing hot in my ear. “Wouldn’t you rather be the center of attention?” His fingers found my tight nipple.

  Alex slid next to me, trapping my body between them. “The tangy spread in our all-meat sandwich.” His fingers fondled the lace between my legs.

  “Oh hell. Stop talking and start fucking me!”

  They grinned and each grabbed one side of my panties. My boyfriend counted. “Three, two, one.”

  Threads popped and the lace ripped completely in half, exposing my bottom to their greedy hands. My lover stroked my clit while his friend slipped his finger into my pussy. I slapped my hands down on the quartz countertop, but my sweaty palms slipped.

  Alex caught me and they laid me across the dining room table; he pulled up a chair and sat between my spread legs, nibbling on my thighs while Will pulled my t-shirt off and massaged my breasts.

  I unzipped his pants and stroked his hard cock, then pulled it into my mouth and sucked. He groaned while I licked him—I moaned as Alex licked me. Shudders rattled my body, and Will grabbed my hair, driving in and out. I pulled away and reached for him.

  He kissed me, plunging his tongue into my mouth while Alex thrust his tongue into my pussy. Their strokes matched. Did they plan that? I came hard and fast, slapping my ass on the table while they held me down.

  Will kissed his way down my body as Alex stood, shoved his pants to his knees, and slammed his cock into me. My lover’s tongue touched my clit while my boyfriend fucked me. Tiny ripples raced along my skin. I grabbed the edge of the table behind my head and thrust against Alex, grinding down on his erection as he drove deep. He groaned and gave me the evil smile I loved so much, then he smacked Will’s ass.

  Will shot upright. “What the hell?”

  “Your turn.”

  They traded places so Will sat between my legs, and Alex brushed his cock on my lips. My tongue snaked along that firm ridged shaft, teasing and tasting my pussy on his flesh. Then Alex leaned over and fondled my stiff nipples while he kissed me, and somehow again, their tongues found that perfect rhythm, a choreographed dance that swept me away.

  Meant to be.

  I sighed and sucked my boyfriend’s cock.

  Will gave my pussy several sumptuous licks before sliding his hard-on in slowly, making me moan with Alex in my mouth.

  “Fuck yeah,” Alex groaned. “Do that again.”

  My lover and I obeyed, fucking and sucking as one while Alex tangled his fingers in my hair and hissed. His balls throbbed in my hand, and his cock pulsed. His eyes rolled back and he shot fire down my throat.

  And then Will pounded me, driving my body across the table. Alex wrapped his arms around me and supported my head on his strong shoulders while he slipped his hand down my body and let Will’s thrusts move his fingers over my swollen clit.

  “Oh God!” I cried out and dug my heels into Will’s ass, clinging to Alex and hoping they’d hold me together as the tremors hit. My body rocked and the table creaked under me. Fissures of pleasure split me in two, but my heart remained whole. “Alex! Will!” Everything else—all my doubts and fears—crumbled and fell away.

  Will sank into the chair and laid his head on my quivering thigh. “I’m in.” His breath tickled my skin. “One hundred percent.”

  “Me too.” Alex cradled me in his arms, and I pressed my hot cheek against his.

  I settled between them with no desire to be anywhere else. “We belong here.”

  Will nodded. “We should’ve started here, with everything out in the open.”

  Alex flicked his tongue in my ear. “But we’d have missed out on one hell of a ride.”

  I curled my fingers in his hair. “I wouldn’t change a thing. We learned a lot. I think we needed that.”

  Will sat up and slapped Alex’s shoulder. “What’d I tell you? She’s the smart one.” He pulled his pants up and went to check the steaks.

  Alex helped me up and found my shirt, then threw a pair of lace panties at me. We wiped off the table and gathered around the island again. He opened a beer for me and gave one to Will. “So when are you moving in?”

  Marinated steaks sizzled as Will dropped them in a pan. “I just signed a year lease on my place.” He dumped the mushrooms in another pan and doused them with wine. “It’ll cost me if I break it now.”

  I inhaled the nutty, boozy goodness. “Don’t rush him. When his lease is up, we’ll decide what to do.”

  Will nodded and flipped the steaks. “Damn good beef out here in Colorado.”

  “No kidding. They make good beer too.” Alex looked at the label of his latest find. “There’s a microbrew festival in some mountain town next month. We need to check that out.”

  “Oh yeah. We need to learn to ski, too.”

  “Snowboarding. That’s what I wanna try.”

  I set the table while they brainstormed a weekend getaway for all three of us, and that irrepressible smile lightened my heart again. Commitment, yes! Not giving up my twisted pleasures but having them given back to me by two men who understood and loved me far more than I deserved. And giving back to them everything… everything! This… this was why I needed two. My love was too big for just one.

  Snapshot

  One year later….

  I’d never lived with a guy because I liked having sex in a different bed every night, so instead, I lived with two. Together, they satisfied my craving for variety and the need for stability I’d never known about.

  Things had gone well during the past year. At first, whenever Alex pissed me off, I’d stay with Will, and when he got on my nerves, I’d stay with Alex, but we quickly realized that pattern led to resentment and distrust, so whenever tension arose between me and one of the guys, or even the two of them, we stuck together and worked it out.

  I bounced between their beds a lot. That would’ve excited me a few years ago, but now I needed the comfort and security of having a place to call home. So as soon as Will’s lease expired, he moved in with us.

  Will’s laugh snapped me back to the present. He shook his head as Alex dropped the last box on the bedroom floor.

  I stroked his arm. “What?”

  “Claire said we wouldn’t last six months.”

  Alex grinned. “She was wrong.”

  The guys got to work putting Will’s bed together. I’d moved in to the guest room a few months ago because I needed a place to call my own. Alex missed having me in his bed, but he loved sneaking into mine. Our extra bedroom/office became Will’s new home. I couldn’t wait to creep into his room in the middle of the night and fondle him awake.

  “Make sure that thing’s solid.” I pulled a set of sheets from a box while they set the mattress in place.

  They laughed and tested the bedframe.

  “It’ll hold.” Will opened another box.

  I snapped the sheet out, and as it floated over the bed, a large rip appeared straight across the middle. “What happened to this?”

  Will grinned. “You two did that, remember?”

  “Oh yeah, the night I fucked you in his bed.” Alex inspected the fabric. “I never threw this away.”

  “Obviously.” I folded it up and handed it to Will. “Why did you keep it?”

  A faint smile touched his lips. “A trophy… a reminder.” He laid the torn sheet on a closet shelf and pulled another one from the box. “I know it wasn’t an ideal situation, but after Alex told me how wild you two got, I couldn’t let it go.”

  I flipped the intact sheet over the bed and tucked it in. A shudder rattled me as I remembered every detail of that terrifying fuck: Alex ripping my clothes off, Will’s scent on the bed, Alex taunting me with ‘what if?’

  “Are ever we going to have that kind of excitement again?”

  Alex scratched his head, and Will tossed the empty box out into the hall.

  I spread a blanket on the bed. “We have a happy home now. What if I get bored with domestic bliss?”

>   My lover reached for me. “I don’t think you have to worry about that.”

  “I haven’t until now.”

  My boyfriend caressed my shoulder and said, “You’re not that woman anymore. You’ve grown a lot in the past year.”

  “How can you tell?”

  Will smiled at Alex, and we blended into our favorite clothed-for-the-moment position. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders while Alex stood behind me and hugged my waist, folding me between them in a warm, secure embrace.

  “Remember that creepy neighbor you guys had?”

  “Creepy neighbor?” I searched my brain. “Oh, Mark. He was nice… at first.”

  Alex huffed. “Until he found out about our relationship. Then he wanted in on it.”

  Will smiled into my eyes. “You were tempted.”

  When Mark asked to join us, the idea of having a third man in my bed had held a fleeting thrill, but casual sex no longer appealed to me. I got everything I needed from the two men loving me. “But I said no, and then things got ugly.”

  Alex mumbled in my hair. “Bastard had no idea who he was fucking with.”

  I leaned back and fixed my gaze on his dark eyes. “He never came back?”

  His innocent mask fell into place. Or rather, his ‘not guilty’ mask. Alex had never been innocent. “Nope. No idea what happened to him.”

  I stared down the cop in front of me. “No new leads?”

  He shrugged and glanced over my shoulder at Alex. “The case has been cold for months.”

  A chill ran down my spine—frightening, yet comforting. I indulged in their tender hold for a moment longer, before smacking Will’s ass. “Come on. We need to get you settled.”

  He grunted and ripped another box open.

  Alex pulled me aside and whispered in my ear, “I know how you can get some excitement.”

  “Ooo… tell me.”

  He cast a quick look at Will shoving t-shirts into his dresser drawer, then he pressed his lips against my hair. “The next time he’s in the shower alone, sneak in and see if you can catch him masturbating.”

  An image of Will in the shower, water dripping down his straining muscles as he wrapped his hands around his cock, sent a wild thrill between my legs. “Yes.”

  “He leaves the bathroom door open like you do. If you stand behind it and look in the mirror, you can see straight into the shower.”