Jackson buried his face in his hands. “Not that I know of.”
“Fuck,” I said. “Well, if he went somewhere, then he paid in cash.”
“Fuck is right.”
* * *
Not knowing what else to do for the time being, Jackson and I decided to stay at Caleb’s house and get some sleep, hoping we’d find something when we were more rested.
When we got into Caleb’s bedroom, the look on Jackson’s face was heartbreaking. He looked so lost. He sat on the edge of the bed and said, “Ever since Caleb came back for me during training, I’ve always felt protective over him. He’s been through so much and he’s always had this vibe about him. Like he wasn’t made for this world. I’ve always tried to save him from all the bad shit in this world, but it’s difficult when his own worst enemy is himself.”
He looked up at me. “I can’t do this anymore, Erin, not alone.”
I stepped toward him into the vee of his open legs and cradled his head against my stomach. “You aren’t alone, Jackson,” I told him. “I’m here, and I’m not leaving again.”
He pulled back, looking up at me with such hope in his eyes.
I leaned down and kissed him. I wanted to kiss away all of his hurt, his sorrow, just like I would when we found Caleb. In my heart, I knew we would find him. The alternative was too unbearable to think about.
Jackson kissed me back, gentle at first until our kiss deepened. His hands wandered my back like he was trying to make sure I was really there. I pushed him onto his back, and he scooted back until he laid in the middle of the bed.
Yanking my shirt over my head, I joined him, feeling the heat inside me rise as I straddled his hips and leaned down to kiss him again.
He unhooked my bra, pulling it the straps down his shoulders, my arms, and tossed it away. His hands moved to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them. I leaned up and he took a nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it and making me cry out. Jackson pinched the other nipple as his mouth continued to work on the one in his mouth.
When I didn’t think I could take anymore, I pushed him back, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and yanked it over his head. I let my hands roam his broad chest, taking in the planes, the ridges of his abs. We’d had sex a few times now, but I’d never gotten to just touch him, search his body and feel him.
I moved down his legs and unbuttoned his jeans. He helped me take them off, his full, hard cock springing free. Jackson’s hands went to my jeans and soon they were on the floor with his.
Grasping his thick cock in my hand, I pumped it several times, relishing in the way he groaned, and positioned myself. I felt the head push into the entrance of my pussy as I sank onto him. It was sweet, overwhelming bliss, getting better the farther he pushed inside me.
Finally, Jackson was fully sheathed. I’d never felt so full before. It was intense and dizzying and just so perfect.
My hips began to move as I fucked him, picking up the pace over time. Jackson put his hands between my legs and rubbed my clit, making the sensations even more exquisite.
I came once, twice, three times riding him like that, in charge for once, before his body began to show all the sure signs he was going to cum. I fucked him faster, harder, until he groaned loudly and came inside me. I’d never let a man do that before. It was intoxicating and I couldn’t wait to do it again.
Jackson helped me roll off him, nestling him between his arm and his body. I laid my head on his chest and felt him kiss the top of my head, soon drifting off to sleep.
* * *
“Erin!” I woke with a jolt as Jackson burst into the room.
“Huh?” I said groggily, sitting up to look at him.
“Erin,” he said excitedly, “Erin, I found him. I found Caleb!”
* * *
At some point or another, Caleb’s phone came online. Jackson woke before I did and decided to check to see if Caleb’s phone was back on. Miraculously, it was, informing us that he was in New York City, where he was originally from.
We tried to call Caleb, but each call went straight to voicemail. Our texts also went unanswered.
Jackson made a phone call and booked us a private plane to New York. Though the flight was much shorter than it would have been with a regular flight which typically had a layover somewhere, I still felt anxious each second we were in the air. Now that we knew where he was, I felt so close but just out of reach.
I wanted to tell Caleb that I wanted to be with him, that I wanted to be with both of them. I needed to.
Looking over at Jackson, I saw he was just as antsy as I was, looking at his phone over and over. He’d logged into Caleb’s cell phone account from his phone and stared at his location.
At one point, I’d asked Jackson where Caleb was at in the city.
He turned to me and said, “He’s at the first dungeon he ever went to.”
Throughout the flight, we tried to call again, always met with radio silence.
After what felt like an eternity, we landed at the airport and hailed a taxi, asking them to take us to the dungeon. When we arrived, Jackson thrust what looked like several hundreds at the driver and we shot from the car and into the dungeon.
We found ourselves in a small lounge. “Hello,” a pretty blonde woman greeted us. “I’ve never seen you two before.”
She stuck out her hand, but we ignored it, marching toward the door at the back of the room.
“You can’t just go back there!” she shouted. “It’s against the rules!”
A large man must have heard the commotion and stopped us just as we reached the doorway. “She’s right,” he said in a deep voice, “you can’t just do as you please. I won’t allow it.”
“Please,” I begged him, “please, my boyfriend is back there and he isn’t well.”
I saw Jackson look at me sharply.
The man frowned. “We don’t allow anyone to participate in a scene if they’re sick.”
“Not physically,” I said. “Mentally!”
“He’s good at hiding it,” Jackson interjected. “Most people would never even know he’s depressed.”
The man’s frown deepened. “Who is your boyfriend?” he asked me.
“His name is Caleb,” I said, “Caleb Treadway.”
Recognition flared in the man’s eyes. “I know him,” he said. “Alright, I’ll take you back to him, but only because he’s in trouble.”
My man escorted us into the back, moving far too slowly for my sanity. He guided us to the last room and, without knocking, I burst inside with Jackson on my heels.
And there he was, slumped on the floor and crying into a dominatrix’s arms.
“Caleb!” I yelled. He looked up, disbelief written all over his face. “Oh, Caleb.” I dropped to my knees next to him. Jackson was there a split second later.
“Am I dreaming or are you really here?” he asked, his voice filled with wonder.
“I’m here,” I cried, wrapping my arms against him and, in the process, the woman.
The woman pulled out of my hug, but I clung to Caleb.
“Are you Erin?” she asked me. She turned to Jackson. “And Jackson? It’s been a while.”
“Yes,” I said.
“I’m glad you’re both here,” she said. “And I know Caleb is too.” She stood, and said, “I’ll let you guys take it from here. I know he’s in good hands.”
When the door closed behind her, I turned my attention back to Caleb. “I can’t believe we finally found you.”
His tears had subsided though his eyes were still wet. “I was so lost,” he said. “So lost without you.”
“I’m sorry I left. It was selfish.”
“No,” he said forcefully. “No, it wasn’t. You did what you thought was best. It isn’t your fault I fell apart.” He turned to Jackson, widening the hug so Jackson could join us. Jackson didn’t hesitate and leaned in to wrap his arms around us both.
Voice full of remorse, Caleb said, “Jackson, I’m sorry that I left without saying anything.�
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“I forgive you,” Jackson replied, his voice muffled.
We held each other for a long time. Caleb finally broke the silence. His voice was hoarse as he said, “I really want to go home.”
“I’ll get a plane ready,” Jackson said, slipping his cell phone from his pocket.
But Caleb’s eyes were on me. “No, I want to go home with you.”
Tears sprang to my eyes. “I’ll be there. I’ll be there for both of you. Forever.”
Epilogue
Erin - Three Months Later
I stood in the doorway as I watched the deliverymen assemble our new Alaskan King bed. I’d never seen a bed so big in my life and I couldn’t wait to break it in later with Caleb and Jackson.
Humming as I turned around, I looked down the hallway of our new home, feeling that same thrill I’d been experiencing for the last three months from knowing that things were going well. That both Jackson and Caleb were in my life and we were all going to be together.
Telling my mom that I was moving in with my new boyfriends was terrifying, but she took it in stride, telling me she was glad I was happy and that she’d fly down to meet them just as soon as she could.
The entire plane ride home from New York, the three of us talked about what our hearts truly wanted. We’d all said the same thing: a future together.
It felt so right being with them, like I was one-third of a whole. We all just fit together, Caleb and Jackson as platonic partners with me involved with both of them. I didn’t care if no one else understood it. We did. We knew that we worked together, and that’s all that mattered.
We bought a large house on purpose, with the intention of each of us having our own bedrooms while the master bedroom was for all of us to share. The fifth bedroom would be a bedroom for guests. When I passed it, I smiled, looking forward to my mom staying in there soon.
For now, none of us were planning to put our places on the market, instead renting them out. Hanna’s apartment wasn’t working out for her because her landlord was a pervert who couldn’t take no for an answer, so she was going to move into my place just as soon as my things were gone.
Originally, I told her she didn’t need to pay me rent. I made a decent salary and, with two rich boyfriends, I really didn’t need the money. She’d insisted, however, and I managed to talk her down to down to paying me two hundred bucks a month. She refused to go any lower. I just decided to put the rent money aside to put toward repairs or anything else the apartment needed.
Things were going great for me at work. Recently, during my review, my boss raved about my work and told me that if I kept it up, she was positive I’d make partner one day.
Both the Overground and Underground were thriving. The Overground was named the hottest place to be by Las Vegas Magazine, while word spread about the Underground amongst the BDSM community. Jackson and Caleb were already talking about opening a second dungeon within the next couple of years if everything went well.
I was excited to watch the business grow. I was so proud of all the hard work the boys put into making the Underground a safe place for people to explore their desires, and I let them know it all the time.
For as hot as the sex had been right after I met Caleb and Jackson, it’d become a thing of wonder once we made things official. Some nights I had to beg them to stop trying to make me have another orgasm just because I was so exhausted and sore. They were both amazing about accepting my limits in the bedroom, just as I tried to be with theirs.
They continued to introduce me to new things, suggested something to me and asked if I wanted to try it out. I couldn’t believe there were so many different ways to share intimacy with another person. Or two people in my case.
About a month after we got back from New York, Caleb and I remained awake after the three of us finished having sex, Jackson falling asleep almost right, his snores filling the room.
“You’ve changed me,” Caleb said, rolling onto his side so he could look at me.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I’ve only had a few night terrors since we began sleeping next to each other most nights. And most of those were on nights we were apart.”
“Oh,” I murmured, amazed that I’d helped him in that way. “Wow, I had no idea.
“You truly are an incredible person,” he told me, draping his arm over my body and tugging me close.
I was lost in my thoughts when Jackson walked up behind me. I was back to watching the delivery men build our bed.
“Everything okay?” he asked. He tugged off his jacket and I took it from him, folding it over my arm.
“Yeah, I’m great,” I replied, smiling up at him. “Just feeling happy.”
He smiled back at me. “I am too.”
Jackson wrapped his arm around me and we watched the delivery men work.
“What do you think?” I asked him. “Do you think this one will hold?”
He barked out a laugh. “That was Caleb’s fault both times!”
“It most certainly was not!” Caleb said from behind us.
We turned around to look at him.
We wore an exasperated expression, like he was so done with us jokesters.
Pointing a finger at Jackson, Caleb said, “I’m not the one built like an elephant. You weigh at least twice as much as I do, Jackson!”
Jackson rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, man.”
I shrugged. “I’m not complaining,” I said. “I like the feel of you pressing me down into the bed.”
This time Caleb rolled his eyes. “You’re both so weird.”
As the three of us stood there, watching our future bed built right before our eyes, I took their hands in mine, knowing we were going to be okay.
THE END
Coming Soon: Three Bosses’ Assistant
I have to make sure not to mess up their schedule, and meet their “other needs” as well.
Sascha
I’ve worked hard to land a job in my dream company.
But landing my dream job was only the beginning.
When Erin asked me about entering a lifestyle with two men, I thought it was a joke. How could one be with more than one man?
Then I meet trouble – times three. My new bosses.
Three gorgeous, possessive, over-the-top alphas that can undress me with one single glance.
Ian. The HR manager. Tall. Solidly built. Seductive.
Ryland. The COO. Dominant, demanding and intense. A total monster.
Carson. The CEO. Mysterious, powerful, and drop-dead gorgeous.
Before I get the junior editor position that I truly want, I’d need to report to all of them.
My jaw almost dropped when they told me that they all want to be with me. So I accept their offer to go on a date with each of them before I pick only one.
But I can’t make up my mind.
The more connections I have with each man, the more addicted I get. I want not just one, but three of them.
Now they all want me in their office for a very private meeting, and say that everything that’s going to happen would have to remain strictly confidential.
And I have a feeling that this is about to get dark, filthy, and a whole lot messier.
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Sascha
It was 9:45, close to 10 when I needed to get ready to go to bed. I had just gone out for my nightly cycle, and with my compact, muscular arms, I lifted the bike over my head and into the house. Placing my bike near the front door, I took off my helmet and united my strawberry blond-hair from my high ponytail, dropping it to tickle my waist. My stomach indicated I was hungry, but my mind was concentrating on other things.
I was finally going to interview with Calliope Publishers. You never really know what to expect from any new job, but in order to become a Junior Editor at a high profile company like Calliope you need to make a great impr
ession to stay employed. I tried to psych myself up: I know I can get this job, I can nail it, I can relax.
Opening the fridge, I took out all of the ingredients I was going to need for my morning shake. They helped keep my mind focused and I knew I was going to be too anxious, running around trying to get other things ready to be able to focus on making it in the morning. I figured if I made enough now, I could have a shake tonight as well to help satiate my hunger. I measured out my ingredients and started the blender, only just barely hearing my phone ring over the roar. I picked it up and brought it to my ear.
"Hello?" I answered, but the whirling of the blender made whatever Erin was saying inaudible. "Sorry, hold on!" With my phone in my hand, I tried to turn the blender off.
"Hello? Hell-o?" Erin yelled on the other end.
"Yes, hey!" I laughed, "Sorry about that!"
"What the hell are you doing?" She laughed along with me.
Erin Bellose had recently graduated from law school with high marks. I was really proud of all the success she'd gained as a practicing lawyer. She was incredibly smart, really pretty, and more importantly, my best friend.
"I'm just a little hungry," I said.
"You should save some for me." she snickered "I'll come over."
"A little late for that." I chuckled.
"Relax, you don't have to keep apologizing," Erin remarked. She was right, I had an awful habit of apologizing, but I couldn’t help it.
"So how’s your relationship going?" I look a seat at one of my bar stools that hugged the counter-top. It was a modest kitchen, full of everything I needed and nothing more.
It was just a week ago at our friend Greer’s Halloween wedding that Erin admitted to me she was considering entering into a polyamorous relationship with two men. We’d had a blast that week, spending a lot of time with our friend Hanna at a club on the strip called Overground, and she got pretty drunk and let it slip. She told us that the men who owned the club were both interested in her and she’d been engaging in a polyamorous relationship with them, but wasn’t sure if it was going to turn into anything or not. Apparently, one of the men had PTSD, but her feelings for them both was pretty strong; she used the word ‘love.’ She’d been fairly tight-lipped about it since then, but curiosity got the best of me when I decided to ask. I was also anxious to know if she was finally over her ex.
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