Oh. My. God.
Oliver chuckles at my expression. “I’m going to take that as a yes.” He ties the scarf over my eyes, and darkness claims me. “Nervous?”
I shake my head, and his lips graze my cheeks. Or is it Finn’s? The blindfold adds another layer of excitement.
Hands nudge my legs open and curve under my ass, pulling my pussy close to one of their mouths. Oliver? Finn? A tongue traces a path through my folds. I throw my head back and surrender to the pleasure.
“You like that, Miki?” That’s Finn’s voice growling the question. Is it Finn licking my pussy? I can’t tell. My senses are supposed to be sharper with the blindfold, but lust has overtaken everything.
The tongue circles my clitoris repeatedly, and fingers push into my wet, willing pussy. I bite my lip, trying to stifle my moans. I’m almost ready to burst with the overload of sensation. My hips strain upward, begging for more. “I’m going to come,” I gasp out. Lightning bolts of sparkling pleasure travel through my body. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant. The words pour out, an incoherent babble of swearing and begging. “Please don’t stop—”
My body dances to their tune. They’re taking me higher, higher. My climax hurtles toward me, and I shatter into a million pieces, twisting, flailing, screaming out their names.
I pull off the blindfold and blink in the sudden light. “Which one of you was it?” I ask, my cheeks flushing as I realize how wickedly wanton it is that I don’t know which one of them made me come.
Both men are naked. They grin lazily. “Later,” Oliver says. “Right now, I have more important things on my mind.” He takes a butt plug and a small bottle of clear liquid from the drawer of his bedside table.
“I see you’re prepared for the evening,” I quip.
He chuckles. “Of course. Turn around, Miki. I want you on your stomach, ass in the air.”
I start to comply, and Finn stops me. “I have a thought,” he says. He lies on his back on the bed. Rolling a condom onto his hard cock, he pulls me down onto him.
I gasp as Finn’s cock fills me completely. He thrusts a couple of times, but then he stills himself. “I’m going to feel every twitch of your body as Oliver pushes that plug into you,” he growls.
“Hold her, Finn,” Oliver says. “I don’t want her squirming away from me.”
The way the two of them are discussing me? Totally hot.
Finn pulls me forward and holds me against his chest. Oliver’s fingers spread lube into my asshole, and he inserts a finger. I jump, but catch myself and do my best to relax my anal muscles. Finn groans. “God, you’re fucking hot,” he rasps out.
Oliver trickles more lube over my puckered hole, and then he slowly inserts his finger again. This time, I don’t flinch. I lean against Finn’s chest, and I focus on the way Oliver’s finger feels. It’s different.
He adds another finger, stretching me. I whimper, and Oliver caresses the globe of my ass. “You’re doing so well, Miki,” he says. “Relax for me.”
He removes his fingers, and I feel the tip of the butt plug at my forbidden entrance. He pushes it in steadily, and I relax my muscles, as best as I can. There’s a brief instant of pain as my asshole stretches against the widest part of the plug, and then it’s buried in me.
With Finn’s cock in my pussy, I’m almost unbearably filled. “She’s so wet.” Finn’s voice is taut with tension. “Oliver, I’m not going to last here. Hurry the fuck up.”
I hear the sound of a condom wrapper tear. Oliver’s fingers close over the base of the plug, and he tugs it out. I feel lube drizzle down my crack, and then Oliver’s cock slides into me, slow and steady.
His thickness stretches me more than the plug did, but he takes his time and uses plenty of lube. The sensation is slightly uncomfortable but strangely arousing at the same time.
My fingers dig into Finn’s biceps as Oliver buries himself to the hilt. He groans, a raw, primal, sound. “You are so tight,” he murmurs. He pauses, giving me time to get used to the feeling of both of them.
I’m ready. I want this. I want them. “More,” I whisper.
I feel Oliver’s chuckle vibrate through his body. “Gladly.” He pulls out and slides back in again. Finn rolls his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into my pussy. Then, they start moving in unison, both pulling out at the same time, and thrusting into me with powerful strokes.
I’ve lost the ability to form words. I whimper in pleasure. An inferno burns inside me, out of control. “Yes,” I sob out. I’m so filled by them. The sensations are almost overwhelming. I gasp and pant between them as they pound into me. Their strokes are deep and sure, and I moan with utter abandon. “Fuck,” Finn groans. “I can’t hold on.”
“I’m not going to last either,” Oliver grinds out. He snakes a hand to my clitoris. The angle is awkward, but his touch is exactly what I need. I erupt in a burst of pleasure, and they’re not far behind. Their bodies stiffen, and their hands tighten around me as they orgasm.
We collapse in a heap of sated bodies. “Spend the night,” Oliver says. “Please?”
I can’t think about what I’m doing too much. I’m acting on instinct, and my emotions threaten to overwhelm me. “Okay,” I reply, forcing myself to sound casual. “But only because I want to watch Sense 8.”
36
Finn
If you love life, don't waste time, for time is what life is made up of.
Bruce Lee
Nearly two weeks go by. Oliver, Miki, and I spend most of our free time together, watching TV, playing games, and of course, making love.
I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time.
It can’t last. My grandmother gently reminds me that I need to be honest with Miki. I have to tell her that her online friends, Lancelot and Merlin, are really Oliver and me.
My grandmother’s right. Both Oliver and I are living on borrowed time.
I’ve fallen in love with Miki. The more time I spend with her, the more I’m terrified of losing her.
Oliver and I are at happy hour on Friday when Fitzgerald walks in again. This time, he’s alone. Claudia’s nowhere to be seen. “I need to talk to you,” he says to us, gesturing toward an empty booth.
Oliver raises an eyebrow. “About what?” he asks. “About the fact that you told my ex-wife to blackmail me for Imperium stock? About the suspicious number of similarities between our products and Kliedara’s?”
Fitzgerald’s lips tighten with annoyance. “I heard you’re closing your private security division,” he says. “I’m interested in buying it.”
I snort. “You’ve got to be kidding.” After all the crap he’s pulled, Fitzgerald has to be delusional if he thinks we’re going to do business with him. “I wouldn’t work with you if we were the last two people on Earth.”
Miki isn’t here. She was at the bar earlier for a drink, but she left after one pint. “I didn’t sleep great yesterday,” she’d said, winking at us. “And I haven’t spent a single night in my apartment for days. I’m going to go home, change into my pajamas and fall asleep.”
I’m glad she’s gone; there’s a chance that I’m going to punch that smug look off Fitzgerald’s face, and I don’t need her to witness the bar fight.
Fitzgerald’s cheeks redden. “I’m going to get my hands on that division,” he snaps. “One way or another. One day soon, Sanders, you’re going to look at the wreckage of your life, and you’re going to wish you’d cooperated with me when you had a chance.” He turns to Oliver. “Well, Prescott?”
“Well, what? Finn’s answer seemed perfectly clear to me.”
His jaw set tight, he stalks out of the bar. Oliver glances at me. “What are the odds that Fitzgerald and Kent are working together?”
“My gut says it’s pretty high,” I reply. “But we don’t have any proof.”
It’s maddening. Without proof, the board won’t listen. Unfortunately, to get proof, we need Miki’s cooperation.
And for that, we have to tell her the truth.
37
Miki
“So, Miki.” Wendy gives me a searching look. “Tell us what’s going on.”
It’s Monday night. The six of us—Bailey, Gabby, Piper, Wendy, Katie, and I—have gotten together for pizza and beer.
In other words, it’s time for the inquisition.
I could pretend that I have no idea what they’re talking about, but one way or the other, my girlfriends are going to get at the truth. I might as well just blurt everything out. “Fine. I’m sleeping with my bosses.”
I reach for my second slice of pizza. It’s got artichoke, spinach, and feta cheese, and is absolutely delicious. Bailey clears her throat. “You don’t think we’re done with the questions, do you?” Her lips curve into a grin. “We want all the details, Miki.”
“What I want to know is,” Piper says, leaning forward and surveying me with worried eyes, “are you serious about these two guys? Are they serious about you? Why haven’t we met them yet?”
I hold up my hands to ward off the flurry of questions. “You haven’t met them because it’s not a real relationship,” I reply. “We’re just friends with benefits.”
“Why?” Katie asks curiously. “Is there no spark between you?”
There are plenty of sparks. The three of us—Finn, Oliver, and I—have spent almost every single night together in the last two weeks. I’ve barely been on the DefCon forums. The last time I chatted with Lancelot and Merlin was Friday, and that conversation only lasted five minutes. It makes me feel disloyal, but I don’t miss my online friends as much as I thought I would.
The truth is, I’m falling in love with Oliver and Finn. Or maybe I’ve already fallen. Friday night, terrified at the thought, I’d left happy hour early, telling the two men I needed to catch up on my sleep, but I’d ended up tossing and turning all night. I couldn’t get comfortable without Oliver and Finn in bed with me.
“Oliver doesn’t believe in relationships,” I reply. “His ex-wife has made him commitment phobic. And Finn’s too busy with the IPO.”
“Sure.” Bailey’s expression tells me she doesn’t believe a word of my explanation. “When was the last time you slept at Wendy’s place?”
“Friday.”
“And before that?” Gabby asks pointedly.
Gabby and I had a long conversation right after she apologized to Oliver. She apologized for interfering, and I forgave her readily. My friends had disliked Aaron, but I’d chosen to bury my head in the sand and pretend that everything was okay. I won’t make that mistake again.
She’s been working with him closely as they come up with a strategy to blunt the impact of Claudia’s photos, whenever she chooses to release them. The two of them get along quite well. “I admit, I was wrong about your two men,” she’d told me last week. “They’re good guys. Hold on to them.”
I flush in response to her question. “I can’t remember. Fine, we do spend a lot of time together, but that’s because we have a lot in common.”
“Hmm,” Katie says. “You know, it’s okay to fall in love again. If you meet the right guy—or the right pair of guys—don’t let Aaron get in the way of happiness.”
I eat my slice of pizza in silence. My friends are in happy, stable relationships, and love has made romantics of them all. What they don’t know, however, is that my ménage with Oliver and Finn is built on a lie. I was hired to hack into their company. Kent’s still out there, the Post-it note on his monitor gone, waiting for me to give him what he needs.
Until I tell Oliver and Finn the truth, there can be no future between us.
Where are you? Finn texts me at nine-thirty, shortly after we settle the tab.
Oliver and Finn had a dinner meeting with some clients. I didn’t expect to hear from them tonight, but the moment I see Finn’s text, a smile breaks out on my face.
Just leaving, I reply. You?
Dinner just wrapped up. Meet us at my place?
“She’s sexting her lovers,” Bailey sing-songs, her eyes dancing with amusement. “Let me guess; they want you to come over.”
My cheeks heat. “Something like that.”
Gabby chuckles. “Go get some, Miki. You deserve it.”
No, I don’t. I’ve been greedy for the last fourteen days, but the timer’s almost down to zero. Tomorrow morning, the two weeks of grace I won from Kent are going to run out, and he’s going to demand answers.
I text Finn back. Sounds good. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.
It’s time for the truth.
38
Oliver
There is no glory in battle worth the blood it costs.
Dwight D. Eisenhower
It’s been almost a month since Valentine’s Day. A month since Miki walked into our party, our lives, and our hearts.
“We have to tell her.”
“I know,” Finn replies. He’s staring out of the window, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders hunched.
“The longer we go without revealing the truth, the more hurt she’ll be.”
“I know,” he says again. “I know what you’re saying is right.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m afraid we’re going to lose her.”
Finn doesn’t lower his shields very often and admit he needs people. His grandmother, yes. Everyone else, he keeps at a distance.
Not Miki.
“Me too,” I admit.
He raises an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t want commitment,” he says. “You weren’t looking to get involved.”
“I wasn’t,” I reply shortly. “It happened anyway.” I take a deep breath. “And I don’t regret it.”
After the divorce, I let myself get angry. Bitter. I slept with woman after woman, as if sex was the cure to shattered trust. Miki was on the other side of a computer screen, and because she wasn’t a part of my real life, I let her in.
I don’t know what Kent is doing. I don’t know what Claudia might do. Fitzgerald’s offer to buy the private security division had surprised me last week, but even though Finn and I have searched hard for any shred of a tie linking our CFO to our biggest competitor, we’ve come up short.
It stands to reason that Kent’s the person leaking our technology to Fitzgerald. But how? Why? These are not questions we have answers to.
At one point, not too long ago, Finn would have gone straight to work after dinner, and he’d have spent the night in front of a computer screen, trying to solve the puzzle.
At one point, beset by forces beyond my control, I’d have gone to a bar and picked up a woman to sleep with, a woman whose name I’d have trouble remembering in the morning.
Things have changed for the better for both of us, but the progress is illusionary. Until we tell Miki the truth, everything we’ve gained can disappear in the blink of an eye.
She walks into Finn’s apartment, tossing her coat on the couch and pulling her sweater over her head. “Hey, you two,” she says, her voice light. “You both look really serious. What’s going on?”
I should tell her now, but her cheeks are pink from the cold, and her nipples are hard under her t-shirt. You’re being an asshole, Prescott, my conscience accuses me. Tell her everything.
If this is the last night I have with her, I want to remember everything. The warmth of her smile, the soft flush of her cheeks, the fragrance of her skin.
“Come here,” I tell her, a growl in my voice. I push her against Finn’s floor-to-ceiling windows. “I want you.”
I twine my fingers in her hair and tug her toward me, kissing the delicate skin of her neck, licking the vein that pulses at her nape.
Her breathing catches. “You have me,” she replies, a strange expression on her face. She winds her hand around the back of my head, and her lips brush across mine. “I’m right here.”
Finn knows exactly why I’m feeling the way I am. There’s a serious, intent look on his face as he moves toward Miki. “Take off your t-shirt and bra.”
She’s in full view of the window. We’re on the t
op floor, and Finn’s building is taller than the ones that surround it, but if someone looks up, we could still be seen.
It doesn’t matter. Common sense has fled the building. There’s a recklessness that rages through me tonight.
A recklessness that’s matched by Miki. She whips her top over her head and reaches behind her back to undo her bra clasp, letting the lacy garment fall to the floor. “What now?” she whispers.
I feel my lips lift in an involuntary smile. Taking a step back, I let my gaze run all over her beautiful body. Over the firm, round globes of her breasts, over the rosy pink tips of her nipples. “Take off your jeans,” I order.
She obeys wordlessly, a shiver running through her body. I trace the outline of her nipples with my fingertips and pinch the buds.
“Turn and face the window,” Finn says. “One of us is going to make you fall apart, Miki. You’re going to come, your breasts pressed against the glass, in full view of the city below.”
Her expression is hungry, almost raw. “Do it.”
Finn’s hands caress her back. He cups her ass, and his fingers trail down the back of her thigh. I move to her right, and kiss the back of her neck, moving her hair over her shoulder.
“Do I get to touch you?” There’s a smile in her voice as she strokes the outline of our cocks with her hands. “Or is that against the rules?”
“You can do whatever you want as long as you keep your legs parted,” Finn replies. He nudges her legs wider apart and slides his hand between her thighs. “So fucking wet,” he says harshly.
She whimpers as he strokes her, and she grinds her hips down. “Please,” she gasps, her voice almost a sob as he touches her clitoris. “Harder, please—”
She’s still rubbing her palm against my shaft. I’m still kissing the back of her neck. She pants and whimpers as Finn pushes his fingers into her pussy, and she whimpers as I bite her shoulder.
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