“What the fuck?”
Ryan tightens his grip on Grant’s cock, and Grant shoots off the bed, causing Ryan’s hand to land on my belly. Fingers laced behind his head, Grant paces across the room, careful to keep a solid distance between him and us. Hope looms behind Ryan’s heated gaze. That’s how I know I hit the nail on the head. He wants Grant. Or, at the very least, he wants to love Grant the same way he loves me. But it’s clear by the look of concern on Grant’s face that he has absolutely no interest in what Ryan is offering.
Or we’ve just caught him off guard, and he needs a minute to adjust.
“No.” Grant shakes his head. “Absolutely not.” He paces the room, continuing to talk to himself, and Ryan and I just sit back and watch. “We can’t do this, Ryan. What the fuck would it do to our friendship? I don’t want to fuck that up.”
“We fucked Emma. She’s our friend. How is that any different?”
“Christ, Ryan. She’s a woman. A woman we’ve both lusted after for years—” Grant stops, his eyes finding Ryan. “Fuck,” he hisses. “Have you…have you been…”
“I love you, Grant, but no, I haven’t been lusting after you for years.”
“Then what’s this about? Are you bi?”
Ryan shakes his head. “I honestly don’t think so. I never have the urge to touch a man until I’m with you, and that urge has been manageable until this morning with Emma.”
“You want to touch me?”
My eyes bounce between the two men like a ping-pong ball. What I wouldn’t give for a giant tub of buttery popcorn.
“It’s more than that. I can’t explain it.”
“Try,” Grant urges.
“I love you both. I’m in love with Emma, but my love for you is different. I don’t want to shower you with kisses in public the way I do her, but sometimes when we’re locked behind a closed door, and it’s just the three of us, I’d like to be able to express my love for you physically without worrying if it’ll upset you. I want to be in the moment, and if that moment leads to us being intimate, I’m okay with that because you’re my best friend. I trust you. I trust Emma. But I would never push you to do something you aren’t comfortable with.”
“I can’t fuck you, Ryan.” Grant drops his head as though the weight of the world sits on his shoulders. “I love you, but I don’t think I can fuck you. It doesn’t feel right.”
“He didn’t ask you to fuck him, Grant,” I interject. “He’s not telling you that he’s gay and wants a sexual relationship with you. He just wants to be able to express his love from time to time. When the three of us come together, it’s as one. I’ve never felt as close to anyone as I did when you were both inside of me. I felt whole.”
“Me, too,” Grant whispers, his eyes drifting toward Ryan.
“Our love is deep and intense, and it pushes boundaries. What does it matter if it’s my hand touching you or Ryan’s when we’re making love? We both love you. You love us. If we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together, I think it’s only natural for us to each express our love for each other in different ways.”
Both sets of eyes snap toward me, but it’s what I see swirling behind Grant’s gaze that has me enamored. The discomfort and trepidation have morphed into something more.
Curiosity.
Temptation.
Interest.
Ryan must notice it too because he bristles beside me, his cock growing larger by the second as it presses against my thigh. Pushing up onto my knees, I scoot toward the edge of the bed—toward Grant. I reach for his hand and link our fingers together.
“Do you trust me, Grant?”
“Of course, I do.”
“Do you trust Ryan?”
Grant looks over my shoulder. He blinks, and then a tiny smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. “With my life.”
“It’s just us here, Grant. The three of us in this beautiful room. No one else. What happens here, stays here. You two pursuing me is the best damn thing to ever happen to me. There is nothing better in the world than having the hands and mouths of the two people I love most worshiping my body. You two don’t know what you’re missing. Together, you pushed my boundaries and made my fantasies come true. Let me push yours.”
I tug on Grant’s hand, and he takes a step toward me. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, I pull him in close, sealing my lips over his. Grant grinds his thick cock against my bare pussy. Sparks zip through my body and I groan, melting against him.
“I want your mouth back on me,” I say, reaching for his cock. The second my skin touches his, Grant’s hips buck. “I want your mouth on my pussy, Grant. Will you do that?”
A feral growl rips from Grant’s throat, and he slams his lips against mine, his greedy hands exploring my body. He squeezes my tits, pinching my nipples into tight peaks. Ryan pushes against me, his deft fingers finding the needy spot between my thighs.
“Always so wet for us, Emma,” he breathes, his breath fanning the side of my face. “We just fucked this tight little pussy with our tongues, and you’re already ready for more.”
“Please,” I moan, not sure what I’m asking for, just knowing that I need it, and I need it now. Grant releases my heavy breasts. Trailing his fingers down my belly, he finds Ryan’s hand, and together, they push their fingers inside of me—something I’ve found that they really enjoy doing. Which is totally okay with me because I enjoy it, too.
I look down because there’s nothing in the world more erotic than watching two men work your body.
Grant’s and Ryan’s gazes connect, and then Grant whispers, “Where do you want us, Emma? Tell us what you want.”
Every girl’s dream.
“On your back, Grant. I want you on your back while you suck my clit.”
“How about me, pretty girl, where do you want me?” Ryan asks as Grant moves to the bed.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as Grant lays flat on the bed. Hands behind his head and cock pointing toward the ceiling, he smiles an easy smile.
A welcoming grin.
A challenging look.
Grant reaches for me, and I move across the bed, straddling his face in a reverse cowgirl position. Lifted slightly on my knees, I brace my hands on Grant’s tight stomach and toss my head back at the first swipe of his tongue across my aching clit.
Moving my hips, I ride his face, feeling the pressure build, and then I pry open my heavy lids and connect gazes with Ryan. He’s watching Grant’s mouth move along my slit.
“Come here.” I motion for Ryan. He crawls across the bed, pushing up on his knees next to me.
I grab his hand and press it to my breast. “Suck my tits, Ryan. I want your and Grant’s mouths on me at the same time. Nothing feels better than having you suck me together.”
Lowering his head, Ryan takes a tight nipple into his mouth, drawing in as much flesh as he can, and I arch forward. Sliding my fingers into his hair, I hold his head against my body as he laps and sucks one breast and then the other, all the while Grant tortures me with his tongue down below. They work me hard, and when my body coils tight, I wrench Ryan’s mouth from my breast. “Suck his cock, Ryan. I want to watch you suck Grant’s cock.”
Grant’s mouth pauses against my core, but only for a second because I grind my hips against his face, forcing him to keep going.
Ryan’s eyes drop to Grant’s cock. It’s thick, hard, and throbbing, and when Ryan wraps his fingers around the shaft, Grant’s hips jut upward. Ryan straddles Grants legs and leans forward, wrapping his lips around the head of Grant’s cock. Grant groans loud and long, the vibrations pulsing through my body.
“Oh, God, Ryan, that’s so fucking hot.”
He takes Grant’s cock deep into his mouth as I move my hips against Grant’s face. Arms wrapped around my hips, he holds me against him, helping me move in small circles, pulling down on my hips when he wants to plunge deeper.
I’ve dreamt of some wild scenarios involving these two men, but nothing ever q
uite this erotic. The feeling of Grant’s tongue in my body, sweeping over my clit, coupled with the sight of Ryan sucking Grant off lights my body on fire.
“Fuck, Grant. Yes, just like that!” I groan, bringing my hands to my breasts. I pinch my nipples, twisting them until there’s a bite of pain, and then a lick of heat races up my spine. The world around me explodes into a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors. My body spasms on top of Grant.
When my breathing returns to normal, I slide off his face. Grant pushes his head back against the pillow, his eyes squeezed tight as though he doesn’t want to look at what Ryan’s doing to him.
But how could he not want to? It’s so fucking hot.
Ryan reaches between his own legs, gripping his cock hard in his fist, pumping in rhythm with his hand and mouth on Grant. Lowering myself on the bed next to Grant, I press a hand to his chest.
“Open your eyes, baby. Watch Ryan love you. I swear to you it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Grant takes a deep breath. When he lets it out, his eyes open, landing on Ryan. Grant sucks in a sharp breath. His chest starts heaving, and his lips part before his eyes begin to smolder.
“Does it feel good? Do you like Ryan’s mouth around your cock?” I ask.
Grant doesn’t spare me a glance, he simply lets out a manly grunt and buries his fingers in Ryan’s hair, gripping it tightly. Ryan growls as Grant thrusts his hips forward, pushing himself as far as Ryan will allow. The ache is back between my legs, and I slip my fingers between my thighs. My clit is still swollen and sensitive, my pussy sopping wet from Grant’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Grant grunts. “So good. Suck harder.”
Grant’s filthy words spur me on, and I slip a finger into my pussy, reaching deep for the place these men seem to find so easily.
Grant tightens his grip on Ryan’s hair. It looks painful, but Ryan doesn’t complain, doesn’t even try to move as Grant’s cock slides in and out of his mouth. Grant drags his eyes to me and they travel down my body, locking on my pussy. “Fuck, Emma. You’re soaked. Does this turn you on? You like watching Ryan suck my cock?”
“Yes,” I pant, losing control. My body stiffens as a guttural moan pulls from my chest and Grant’s. His hips jerk, pumping once, twice, and a third time before he spills himself inside Ryan’s mouth.
Ryan’s hand continues to pump furiously at his own cock as he releases Grant, and I throw myself at him. Ryan falls back on the bed. I swing my leg over his hip and lower myself onto him.
Strong hands grip my hips. Ryan fucks me hard and fast. My body aches from the orgasms, but I keep going. My only focus is on Ryan and shoving him over the edge. It doesn’t take much. His body goes rigid beneath mine, a deep sigh falling from his lips as he lets go, and I collapse on top of him.
Ryan and I turn our heads to find Grant lying next to us. He’s still trying to catch his breath, but he’s smiling. And it’s a glorious fucking smile full of mischief and promises. His hand slides across the bed, finding Ryan’s, and their fingers intertwine.
“Best night of my life,” I say.
Ryan slaps my ass with his free hand. “I second that.”
“Now what?” I ask, hoping for a word from Grant. Something to let us know that he’s okay with what just happened because if he isn’t, I’m going to feel slightly bad for pushing it on him. And when I say slightly, I mean just a tiny bit because I could never truly be sad for watching Ryan give Grant a blowjob.
In fact, next time, I’d like to see Grant touching Ryan. Long shot, I’m sure.
“No fucking clue,” Grant says, squeezing Ryan’s hand. “No idea where we go from here, but wherever we go, whatever we do, we’re doing it together.”
Maybe it won’t be such a long shot, after all.
13
Emma
Two weeks later
There’s a knock on my office door, and I look up to find my boss, Mr. Hartford, standing there, smiling.
“Hi, Mr. Hartford.”
He steps inside, his hands buried in his pockets. “Please, call me Daniel.”
Daniel Hartford is the CEO of Hartford Group, a local accounting firm. He’s the best around, and I was lucky to snag a job here. He’s a few years older than me, and attractive in a nerdy sort of way. But he’s nice and took a chance on me right out of college. It’s because of him that I was able to stay in town and work rather than drive into the city, and I’m grateful for the opportunity.
“Daniel, it is.” I smile and nod.
“So, how was your first week?”
“Good, I think. Although I feel like I should be asking you that.”
He laughs and waves me off. “You did wonderfully. Although I knew you would, with how much Grant and Ryan talked you up.”
The smile falls from my face. “You know Grant and Ryan?”
“Oh, yeah, we go way back. How else do you think your application landed at the top of the stack?”
The breath freezes in my lungs. My ears must be playing tricks on me because, if I’m not mistaken, he just admitted to bumping my application to the top because of my boyfriends. I swallow, trying to figure out what in the hell I’m supposed to say to that. Luckily, I don’t have to think too hard because Daniel talks for me.
“I didn’t mind, though. It was the least I could do after what they did for me.”
“What they did for you?”
“You didn’t know?” He tilts his head. “They helped me get Hartford Group off the ground. If it wasn’t for them, neither of us would have a job.”
I’m going to kill my boyfriends.
Daniel tries to laugh off his comment, but nothing about this is amusing to me.
Daniel’s phone rings, and he pulls it out of his pocket and looks at the caller ID. “I’ve got to take this.”
“Of course.”
“Have a great weekend, Emma. Tell the guys I said hello.”
“I will.” I force a tight smile, and when he disappears around the corner, a string of curse words fly from my mouth.
My phone beeps with an incoming text from Grant.
Ryan and I are in the car waiting. Take your time.
I take a deep breath and consider having Daisy come pick me up. The urge to run is strong, but I don’t want that. If we’re going to make our relationship work, we need to learn to communicate.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t be fucking pissed, because this is more than leaving the toilet seat up or forgetting to separate the laundry.
This is huge.
I shove everything into my desk and lock it, and then pull up Daisy’s number on my phone because, sometimes, a girl just needs to talk to her sister. She answers on the first ring.
“Hey.”
I tug off my glasses and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Grant and Ryan are the reason I got the job with Hartford Group,” I blurt. “They cashed in some sort of favor.”
“Well, that’s kind of sweet that they used their favor on you.”
“No, it’s not, Daisy,” I yell. “I worked hard for my degree, and I wanted to get a job on my own merit. Not because my boyfriends pulled some strings.”
“Yes, but you had the job before you three started dating.”
“Only because they somehow conned Mr. Hartford into pushing my application to the top.”
“And you’re pissed about that?”
“Yes, I’m pissed.”
“Shit. Okay. Want me to cut their balls off?”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Hell, yeah. You’re my sister. They hurt you, they hurt me.”
I smile. “You’re a good sister, Daisy, but I think we need to leave their balls intact.”
“Want me to pick you up? I can be there in less than ten minutes.”
“No.” I put my glasses back on. “Ryan and Grant are already waiting downstairs, I just needed to talk to you and calm down a little bit so I don’t go down there and strangle them.”
“You’re going to get in the car
with them? I know you’ve never done the whole angry girlfriend thing before, but normally, if a woman is mad at a man, she makes them sweat it out a bit.”
“I’m more disappointed than mad, but I love them, and as much as I hate what they did, I know they weren’t trying to hurt me.”
“You’re a great girlfriend, Em. Not many women could put up with two overprotective men. Just promise me you won’t give in too easily. Make them work for it a little.”
“You don’t have to worry about that.”
I toss my cell into my purse, yank the straps over my shoulder, and march toward the elevator. When I get to the main level, I take a fortifying breath and walk out the front doors of Hartford Group, unsure whether I’ll be returning on Monday.
Grant is behind the wheel. Ryan jumps out of the passenger seat and holds open the door for me. Instead of sliding into the seat he’s offering, I walk around to the opposite side of the car and climb into the back.
The men share a look, and Ryan gets in the back with me.
“Baby—”
Shaking my head, I hold up a hand and cut him off. “I’m not ready to talk to either of you right now.”
Ryan’s jaw ticks. Grant’s knuckles turn white where he grips the steering wheel as he pulls into traffic. I don’t live far from Hartford Group and traffic is light, which puts us in my driveway within five minutes.
Grant puts the car in park and turns in his seat to look at me. Ryan scoots closer and reaches for me, but I swat his hand away.
“Baby, you have to tell us what’s wrong,” he urges.
“How do you know Daniel?”
There’s complete silence for a solid thirty seconds, and then Grant says, “Daniel Hartford?”
“Yes, my boss, Daniel Hartford. How do you know him?”
“Shit,” Ryan hisses. “We should’ve told her.”
“Yeah. You should’ve.” I swallow past the thickness in my throat. “That night at Alfonzo’s, you promised no more secrets. You could’ve told me then what happened, and I would’ve been pissed but I would’ve gotten over it because you cared enough to tell me. Instead, I had to find out from my boss that my boyfriends practically bought my dream job.”
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