Rockstars, Babies & Happily Ever Afters

by Cari Quinn

  “No.” She knew her tone was petulant, but she wasn’t going to back down.

  “Oh, and that extra help from Ethan…” Luc’s voice was a low growl. “That would be included.”

  “Fucker.”

  Ethan tucked her back against his dick. “You can admit defeat.”

  “No, there’s no defeat.” She turned her face until her cheek brushed along Ethan’s unusually scruffy face. She nipped at his jaw. “Do your worst.” She faced forward. “Both of you.”

  “Well, this just got interesting.” Ethan slid his arm around her waist. “Very interesting.”

  “I want her dripping.” Luc’s voice was firm. “In every way.”

  She was so fucked in so many ways. Hopefully, a few naked ones by the end of this.

  The first seven lunges were easy. Ethan’s fingers were firm on her waist and along her slit. But it wasn’t the kind of friction that would push her too far. At least not at first.

  At first, it was just that fullness she always craved. And the increased burn of her thighs was distracting enough to pull a bit of the pleasure away.

  However, watching all the things flex on Luc didn’t help. Aiming a little hate in his direction toned it down a touch. By the time she was into the last rep in the first set of ten, she was quivering for a whole different reason.

  She wobbled a little on the bend down. Ethan’s fingers were so damn deep inside of her. So thick and God, it wasn’t quite enough to fill her up, but it reminded her what she was missing. And it also started to ramp up the ache.

  “Is your hand soaked, Professor?”

  Ethan hissed out a breath. “A fair bit.”

  “Now bring her up into a full stand. She needs to rest between sets.” Luc lifted the dumbbells to make slow curls. “Now Ethan needs to prime you a touch more.”

  “I don’t believe this was in the workout diary.”

  Luc shifted the weights in his hands. “You changed the rules first.”

  That she did. “Fine.”

  “Legs apart. Stand straight. Chin up.” Luc barked orders as he slowly went through whatever circuit of exercises he deemed necessary.

  Considering his biceps were swelling with each curl, she couldn’t exactly complain. She could stand there, no problem.

  Well, not much of one. Because Ethan hadn’t been lying. She was soaked through her damn panties and possibly through the Lycra. And sweat was only a partial factor.

  The air conditioning was blasting in Luc’s gym. It had been a prerequisite of them all living together. The penthouse apartment had every amenity they needed and then some.

  “Professor, why don’t you flip up that sports bra our girl is wearing. It looks a little too tight. She needs breathing room.” Luc’s arm swung down to his side. “And I like the view.”

  She narrowed her gaze at him, but really didn’t have room to talk since she’d made him strip.

  Ethan’s hands came up to cup her breasts and she hissed out a breath as he slowly rolled up the reinforced cups. The cool air activated her damn nipples like a homing beacon.

  When her breasts swung free, she refused to hunch forward. She’d always been overly endowed and was used to hiding her breasts under flowing layers. But since these two men had come into her life, she’d learned to be proud of her curves.

  “Time to do a few shoulder shrugs before your next set.” Luc demonstrated with his weights by lifting his shoulders up and down, his arms at his sides.

  Such a little movement.

  That couldn’t be too bad, right?

  “Ethan’s hands stay where they are. Each rep, he tugs on those luscious fucking nipples.”

  She was a dead woman.

  She lifted her chin. She’d intended on torturing Luc and now she was getting the business, dammit. But she couldn’t back down. Not now.

  Payback was going to be a bitch.

  She lifted her shoulders, the weights in her hands making it a little difficult. She could feel the stretch and pull of some sort of muscle along her back.

  But then there was Ethan’s rough hands. Professor Ethan didn’t have paper pusher hands. No, his were man’s hands with a mixture of elegance and a touch of edge thanks to his love of the outdoors. The bite of each tug on her nipple pushed her out of her head and toward that nirvana that only these two men could give her.

  But it was only a partial trip. Just enough to make everything inside of her tingle and pulse.

  They were sadists that way.

  Both of them.

  “Tell me, Professor, is she wet?”

  “Very.”

  “Do you want her?”

  “Always,” Ethan answered without hesitation.

  And as always, her insides flipped in reaction. The fact that he was always so sure, so completely rock solid—not just his cock, though that never seemed to have an issue either—but absolutely sure that he wanted her…hell, wanted them. For always. No judgements and no reservations.

  It was very hard for her to get used to that. Mostly because no one had ever stuck around for her. Not even her sister, even if it hadn’t been her choice. She’d been alone until them. Until her band.

  She wobbled a little and Ethan corrected her, his breath warm against her ear. “All right?”

  She swallowed. “Yes.”

  His relentless touch softened. Of their triad, Ethan understood and course corrected the most often. Both she and Luc leaned on him too much. Especially as of late. Luc was new to Warning Sign, but he’d fit in just fine. Now no one seemed to know how to be. Practices were halted and abandoned more often than not.

  The ghost of Randy seemed to permeate every meet up. As if there was no way to get past the blow to the band and the family they’d created.

  “Where’d you go?” Ethan cupped her breasts and tugged gently at the tips. “So far away.”

  “Sorry.” She swayed against him, his warmth and solid wall of muscle familiar and grounding.

  “No thinking right now. We all think too much. Analyze and tiptoe around people. Just let this be about us.”

  She shivered at Ethan’s voice. He took the weights from her and urged her forward to Luc. He reached around her to Luc’s waist when they got close enough.

  “As much as I’m enjoying our game, I don’t think that’s actually what we need.”

  She shivered at Ethan’s deep voice and the sudden flare of heat from the front and back of her. Both men were such a force. Quiet strength and brutal intensity closing in on her. Luc’s green eyes were heated and wary. He still had his arms above his head and his grip tightened on the handles.

  Ethan crowded her into Luc until the sweat and pure heat of Luc soaked into her skin and burned her breasts. Ethan slid his arms around her to Luc until she was sandwiched between her two men. She was tall, but felt positively small between the two of them.

  With his other arm, Ethan reached up and dragged Luc down for a hot, rough kiss. Her nails dug into Luc’s slick back as she dragged in a shaky breath. They were so different with her. Almost reverent. But the rasp of Luc’s beard and Ethan’s rough scruff was like lighting a match. She wanted to reach up and feel the heat that seemed to always spark off them.

  Instead, she let her hand wander lower and gripped Luc’s tight ass. His groan was deep and resonant. It echoed right through her chest, and she had to imagine Ethan felt it too. Based on his responding hungry growl, she’d take that as a yes.

  With one hard cock pressing insistently at her ass, and the other along her belly, she decided this probably was the very best workout she’d ever experienced. Not that she cared much about working out. And these guys certainly kept her toned and bendy. But there was a certain charge and scent to the air that didn’t translate anywhere else. Purpose and metal with a side of gym that normally would turn her off completely.

  At least the gym part.

  But not here and now.

  She nipped at Luc’s neck as he and Ethan dived deep into each other’s mouths. S
weet Jesus, it was so hot when they went at each other all rough and hard. How many times had she lost her breath when Ethan grabbed Luc’s hips and plunged deep?

  So many.

  She never thought it would be a turn-on like that for her, but watching her two guys fight for dominance was never a bad thing.

  Ever.

  But they never forgot about her. Ethan’s hand slid down between her legs and went straight for her clit. He rubbed her flesh just as aggressively as he drove his tongue into Luc’s mouth. Ethan on the edge was a rarity. He was the one who always seemed to know just what they needed, and when. But he didn’t really let go too often.

  Her head fell back against Ethan’s chest as he dug into her deeper until there was nothing but the stretch of his fingers and the roughness of his palm against her clit.

  The weights clanged back onto the pile as Luc let go of the handles on the pulley and squashed them all into one delicious sandwich of man and her being the creamy filling.

  And God, she was creaming.

  Luc pulled away from Ethan’s mouth and went for her neck. Luc’s arm went around to Ethan’s back and he gripped his ass, dragging her even closer so that Ethan’s forearm was pinned between her thighs and Luc’s.

  Ethan pulled his hand out of her pants and turned to cup Luc’s balls. Another growl ripped between them. Luc’s teeth dug into her shoulder. She looked down to watch and her excitement ratcheted up as the tip of Luc’s cock came out of his shorts, the angry red head bulging with Ethan’s grip.

  Fuck.

  “Yes, that is definitely in order.” Luc’s voice was rough.

  Apparently, she’d said it out loud. Who could blame her?

  Without thinking, she dropped to her knees and peeled Luc’s shorts down to get her mouth around the crown of his length. Ethan fed it into her mouth and she took it gladly. That way her hands were free to take Ethan in hand as well. She gripped him through the slinky material of his shorts as the salty drip of Luc’s pre-cum landed on her tongue.

  Impatient, she reached around to drag at Ethan’s shorts while trying not to relinquish her hold on Luc. Ethan’s taut ass clenched instinctively at her touch, but she wanted access. All of it. Not just the fumbles of getting material out of the way.

  She twirled her tongue around Luc’s head before taking more of him into her mouth. Watching both men clench their jaws made her nipples tight all over again. Her lips brushed Ethan’s fingers wrapped around Luc’s shaft. She nudged him back an inch to the base of Luc’s cock.

  Luc’s head tipped back.

  She strengthened her sucking power as the vein along the underside of Luc’s shaft throbbed against her tongue. Ethan knew how to control him. To make it last. But she didn’t want Ethan in control, not now. She wanted him just as crazed. Wanted them both to be at her mercy.

  They both needed to let go.

  They all needed to connect, but with these two headstrong men, it was always a process. She was entirely sure they thought the same way about her. They’d said it many times.

  But right now, she only wanted to give back. To worship them like they did so often with her.

  She gripped Ethan’s shaft with her free hand and worked him until he was just as engorged and tight as Luc. At the same time, her mouth and her hand worked in tandem with Ethan’s grip on Luc. They often synced up like this, though it had been a few weeks since they’d been able to coordinate their schedules this way. When there was no distraction, nothing but them and this weird and wonderful triad connection she’d never believed could happen.

  Not for her.

  She dragged her mouth away from Luc to take Ethan into her mouth. Ethan groaned but used the wetness she left behind to stroke Luc into a frenzy. The tendons in Luc’s neck bulged as he threw back his head, his mane of blond and brown streaks flowing over his shoulders as his chest heaved.

  She let Ethan’s dick go with a pop. “Don’t you come yet, Lucas. Don’t you dare.”

  Luc’s gaze shot down to her, his green eyes fierce and his jaw stony with desire and fury. She rarely called him Lucas. Only when she wanted to annoy him or get his attention. And that’s exactly what she wanted to do right now.

  It wasn’t going to be easy.

  They would both be screaming before she was done.

  Luc’s fingers gripped her hair. “Then finish him faster so I can come all over those pretty tits I’ve been staring at.”

  The little bite of pain made her pussy clench and throb. “I don’t want you to come on me. I want you to come inside Ethan.”

  Luc’s nostrils flared and his throat worked. She knew he wanted it. He and Ethan had a combative and varied relationship when it came to who was on top. Ethan liked to control, loved to make them both feel amazing. But she wanted both of her men out of their comfort zones.

  “I want to feel it through Ethan and into me.” She licked under Ethan’s shaft and down to the neatly trimmed base. She wrapped her lips around him there and dragged them up along his length, letting her tongue massage the entire way up until she could flick her tongue along the little slit on top, then back down under the dome of his flared head.

  Luc watched her the entire time.

  She met Luc’s gaze with Ethan’s taste on her tongue. “You into Ethan, into me.”

  “Yes. Right the fuck now, yes.”

  She directed her gaze at Ethan. “Fuck.” His gray eyes were just a touch wild, but she needed him closer to the edge.

  Luc stepped back and hissed when Ethan’s grip tightened to keep him there.

  “Is this what you want? What you need?” Ethan’s question was nearly guttural, but he always wanted to make sure things were the best they could be for everyone. One of the many reasons she loved him so much.

  “So much.”

  Ethan’s slightly less tanned hand stroked him once more before letting Luc go. “You’ll find what you need in my gym bag.”

  Luc’s grin intensified. “Mine too.”

  Molly rose to her feet. “Both my boys came prepared.” On the way up, she yanked Ethan’s shirt up and over his head. “Don’t need this. I don’t want anything between us.” She nipped his lower lip. “Any of us.”

  Ethan’s dark brows snapped down. “Anything?”

  She dragged down her own yoga pants and flicked off her socks and shoes, then tossed them all toward the rapidly building pile of clothes. Finally, she peeled off her bra and turned back to Ethan without a stitch on. She walked into his arms, one hand going for his cock, the other for the back of his neck. His kiss was greedy and she tasted the wild she was looking for.

  Every part of him—every part of them—would be hers.

  When Luc came back with two condoms and a tube of their favorite lube, she took the condoms from him and turned right around to bring them back to the bag.

  Not today. No boundaries.

  When they both dragged in ragged breaths, she knew it was exactly what they needed. Trust on every level. Skin on skin, edges frayed and conquered, and a closeness they’d earned over the last few months.

  She walked back to them and disrobed them of any lingering clothes. Not that there was much. Mirrors left nothing to the imagination. She took in Luc’s beefy body with his powerful height and thick thighs that were the ultimate weapon for thrusting power. Power that she would more than welcome.

  Then she studied Ethan with his leaner, more graceful body with a lovely smattering of dark hair across his pecs and arrowing down to his very interested cock.

  She took each of them in hand. Luc’s cock was nearly scalding to the touch. He always ran super hot. Her very big, very impressive heater. She swiped her thumb over the head. Ethan covered her hand, both their fingers teasing the tightly stretched skin as he hardened even more. She took the lube from Luc and coated her hand then transferred it to his length until he was slick. Luc’s breath was hot and heavy against her neck as she worked him. Ethan leaned over her head and the two men crashed into each other. Teeth and tongu
es lashing and grappling.

  Stepping back was the only option. Right now, they were like two alpha wolves in the midst of a feeding frenzy.

  Luc swiped his big hand down Ethan’s furred chest to his ultimate goal. Ethan did the same until they were pumping and stroking one another. Thighs brushed and groans filled the room.

  The mirrors gave her every angle she could ever want. The clench of Ethan’s perfect ass. Luc’s cut muscles that made that glorious vee at his hip. The strong grip of her two men who weren’t afraid to show one another their needs. She should have felt apart from them, but instead her own excitement ramped up. Their passion flared bright and loud as a drumbeat.

  Their song.

  And soon her melody would complement them. It always did, but God, she loved to see them together sometimes. As if they couldn’t quite hold themselves apart from one another.

  Ethan gripped Luc’s ass and thigh in his large, elegant hand, dragging him closer until their cocks and chests crushed together. Their mouths were as wild as their furious hands. Instinctively, Ethan tried to turn Luc around, but Luc went for his hair and dragged his gaze up to meet his.

  “You’re mine today, Professor.”

  “Fuck.” She hadn’t realized she’d said that aloud, but when their gazes jerked to her, she took a step back.

  “And you’re mine,” Ethan said in a low growl, his gray eyes pinning her to the spot. “We need you here between us, love.”

  The shiver chased her spine and spread goosebumps in its wake.

  “This is your fantasy.”

  She swallowed. “Yes, it is.”

  Ethan released his fierce hold on Luc to reach for her. Luc spun Ethan around, his mouth hot on Ethan’s neck as Luc reached around to grip Ethan’s cock.

  “Now it’s my turn to feed him to you, Bluebird.”

  She swallowed and dropped to her knees eagerly. Ethan swore darkly. Her eyes widened as she saw just how fortuitous this lineup would be. Luc was tall enough to take Ethan from behind as she sucked their professor off. Sweet Jesus, she hadn’t thought of that when she’d asked for this.

  With greedy fingers, she lifted Ethan’s rigid length to lick along the underside of his cock as Luc’s impressive length stroked between his legs and then up, along the seam of Ethan’s ass. What she couldn’t see due to her position, she could make out in the mirror.