Boxers & Briefs: An MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  I guess I can feel the weight from Damien's voice. The three of us. Yes. It has been a year of us living together. Fucking together. Loving each other. We have been living a surreal kind of perfect life. So what on earth do I have to feel nervous about? I exhale and watch the chest open and I'm blinded by the light.

  Oh, seriously, this thing is huge. A lace of diamonds and gold. Is it a necklace? Choker?

  Collar. This is a collar.

  "Oh my God!" I gasp and reach out, almost touch it, and then look up at my men, waiting for permission.

  "You can touch it, baby doll," Damien says with a sexy laugh that fucking melts me.

  I run my finger over the gorgeous collar, resting on a black velvet pillow inside the chest.

  "The ring is one thing...but this is more to our speed." Trevor says.

  I pull my hand out of the chest and look up at them both. "You guys..." I start to talk and then my eyes water. I'm so touched. It is the perfect expression of what the three of us have. "Thank you so much, Damien, Trevor, it is so beautiful."

  "It has to be, to be on you. I think it's the only thing you should wear tonight," Damien says and looks to Trevor.

  "Fuck yeah that is the only thing that you're wearing. I want to see you come while it shines on your neck. You're ours," Trevor growls.

  Damien opens it up and shows me a ring on it that I hadn't noticed before, there is so much lacy filigree of gems forming it. "It has a leash, too. If you're feeling particularly naughty," he says, running his teeth over his lower lip.

  I like where his mind is going.

  Trevor hands him a large leather cord.

  I like this a lot. My mind is going the same place. All sorts of naughty places that I'd like to explore. I can explore anything with Damien and Trevor. I lift up my hair, and kneel before them.

  Trevor and Damien place the collar around my neck and clasp it. They exchange glances and turn to me like two predators about to split their prey. And, oh, if my men are to be trusted, they're going to split me in two between them. They decide on using the leash and attach it. I let my hair drop down, feeling the tiny air of it rushing down to my back.

  Moments before we play, it is like the air in the room heats up and my body starts moving in slow motion. My breathing goes ragged. My heart races. Heat pools in my belly. That's all happening now, and I struggle to breathe normally. I look up at them both. "How does it look?" I ask in a soft, baby doll voice.

  "Beautiful," Damien says like he's in a trance. He clears his throat and cups my chin.

  Trevor's fingers slide up my spine until they're touching it. "You're perfect," he says with a sigh.

  "You are too. I can't believe you told me the surprise, last year, was my ring, and you had this planned!" I'm shocked. I'm so impatient...but Trevor? I didn't think he had it in him to wait a whole year to show me something. And Damien, after how much he obsessively fucked me after I was his? I can't believe either of them could wait.

  My eyes must show my thoughts because they both laugh.

  "Yeah, we knew that the ring...even if we didn't..." Damien starts and I hear his voice break a little.

  Trevor puts his hand on Damien's shoulder. Trevor looks at me. "If we couldn't work out as a trio, we wanted you to have that ring. But we knew we three, we would be forever...so waiting a year seemed like torture, but it was the perfect anniversary present." Trevor laughs, but it's anything but light.

  "It's perfect," I say, pressing my face against Damien's calf. "Now show me how happy you are now that you have me, forever."

  Damien and Trevor both press a hand to my hair, petting me and then stroking down the strands.

  This is my kind of forever. Damien and Trevor need me the way I need them. Need me to belong to them the way I ache to be theirs. I have a year's worth of tension to help them unwind, and I'm so ready for it.