Over the Edge: The Bridge Series: Book Three

by Meredith Wild

  Will twirled his glass by the base, amusement glittering in his eyes. “Can’t a couple of guys treat their girlfriend to a night on the town every once in a while?”

  I laughed softly, a little bubble of happiness growing inside me. “Is that what I am now?”

  Will gazed at me intently. “The ribbon-cutting was a bit of an eye-opener, for all of us, I think. I know it wasn’t easy for you to be truthful with your family about our relationship, but I’m glad you were. Because this isn’t a passing thing anymore. I want to be with you and only you, for the foreseeable future. Ian feels the same way. We want to see where this goes for the long-term.”

  I nodded slowly. The picture he painted was everything I never knew I wanted until recently. Hearing it on his lips was a thrill and a relief, as long as I knew we could make it work. I hoped that I’d endured the strain with my family for the right reasons.

  “You’re both comfortable with…sharing me in that way?”

  “As long as you’re happy, we’re happy.” Ian’s voice seemed to vibrate through me.

  I was quiet a moment. I couldn’t help but pay attention to the small kernel of doubt that crept up on me more often than I would have liked.

  “Neither of you are the relationship type. At least you weren’t when we started all this. I’m guessing that’s because you’ve gotten used to keeping things simple and liking it that way. Right now, this is anything but simple. The other night was proof that things can get pretty complicated. I want to see where this goes too, but I need to know that we can get through those kinds of hurdles together.”

  Will spoke up quickly, his tone confident and sure. “We stood by you, Olivia, and that’s what we’ll continue to do. We gave you the space you needed afterward, even if it was damn near torture. We were ready to be there for you. Nothing wavered for us. Nothing changed. In fact, taking heat from your brothers has only ever solidified my resolve to be with you. I’m not letting a few rash opinions get between us.”

  “Neither am I,” Ian said.

  The determined set of Ian’s jaw reassured me along with the fervency of Will’s words. If I hadn’t already fallen so hard, I would have been on the floor with loving these two men.

  If what we had was important enough to protect, I had to stand by it. We all did.

  “Thank you for giving me the space I needed. Trust me, I wanted to be with you more than I wanted to be by myself, but it was important for me to think things through after everything blew up with Darren and Cameron. I’ve been thinking about our future too, a lot. If we’re going to do this for real, I have some terms.”

  My gaze settled on Will.

  He smirked. “Name them.”

  I glanced between both men. “No matter how hard it is to do at times, I don’t want to have to hide or lie about how I feel. Every time I have to pretend like I’m anything but committed and in love with both of you is going to slowly break us down. I don’t want to feel the way I do right now and lose it all because we feel pressured to act like we’re someone we’re not.”

  Heat and love burned in the stormy depths of Ian’s eyes. “Agreed.”

  Will nodded. “That’s fair. We need to own it. Otherwise, there’s no point in going forward. What else?”

  I stuttered into my next words. “The way it’s been…with sex. Our time together…” I reached for my wine and took a gulp. I swallowed over my nerves and took a steadying breath. “I don’t know how to say this. Do you still want me…together?”

  Will’s lips parted on a slow exhale. “There are times when I want you to myself. I’m sure Ian feels the same way. I think we both need that. And when it comes to the three of us together, I have no intention of denying you those pleasures, unless you’re intent on denying yourself.”

  My pulse raced, and my body heated uncomfortably under my dress. Suddenly I was stifled by the beautiful thing. My nipples ached in my bra, and my pussy throbbed for attention.

  “What do you want, Liv? Do you want both of us?” Ian pressed, his tone low and seductive, his gaze molten.

  I swallowed hard, unable to form words for a second. “Yes. I want you both.” I slid my hands down my thighs. Even my own touch spurred an ache for theirs.

  The waiter momentarily broke the tension by delivering our entrées. While mouth-watering, they couldn’t measure up to what I was taking home with me.

  After the waiter left, Will exhaled heavily and tossed a hand through his hair. “Now that you’ve made me hard at the table, let’s eat dinner.”

  Ian smirked, and mercifully, the conversation lightened. Will talked about work and some of the trips he’d planned that would take him out of the city over the course of the next several months. London, Hong Kong, and Mexico City. I knew all too well the demands this new position would place on him, having watched my father navigate the industry for years.

  Ian would be helping Will oversee a new real estate project that had been in the works before taking over the fund. Ian’s involvement would lighten the management responsibilities Will typically took on. I immediately sensed the weight that put on him and the regret of having to take his focus away from his passion to fulfill new obligations. I had a sudden urge to do whatever I could to alleviate that pressure.

  “You know, Will, I’ve always kind of worked in a marginal way on my brothers’ business. Darren became a co-owner a couple months ago, but I’m not really needed in the daily operations. Now that this new location is open and running smoothly, I’ll have a lot more time. Maybe I could help, if you need it.”

  I was good at what I did, but I didn’t take for granted that Will wanted me to put my stamp and always direct opinion on any more of his properties. But the truth was I’d be climbing the walls soon without an occupation. If he’d have me, I was up for another challenge.

  Will paused and gazed at me thoughtfully. “Are you sure you’re up for another project already?”

  “Honestly, I’d love to have something fresh to throw myself into. I’m feeling a bit useless since the opening.”

  “I’d love to think I can do it all myself, but at this rate, I’m certain I won’t be able to. I’d love to have your input. If nothing else, I’m confident you’ll keep everyone on task.” He shot me a knowing grin.

  I rolled my eyes and laughed. “You know it.”

  “I can live with that.” Ian smiled over the rim of his wineglass.

  We chatted through dessert, though I was getting more and more anxious to be alone with them. They split the check, refusing to let me pay, and together we left the restaurant.

  “Back home?” I threaded my fingers with Ian’s as we approached the car.

  “Actually,” he said, “we have a little surprise for you…”

  WILL

  The drive to the penthouse was quiet, but the energy was palpable. Sexual and otherwise. Olivia sat between us, leaning against Ian’s shoulder. Her legs were draped over my thighs. I lazily caressed up and down her silken skin. She was wearing the same pair of black heels she’d worn on our first date. They’d made me want to do truly indecent things to her at the time. Tonight wasn’t much different.

  My eyes followed the path my hands itched to make under the expensive dress. I couldn’t wait to get back inside her, claiming every inch of her, making her scream in ecstasy. If we could get through the rest of the night without incident, nothing could hold me back.

  Olivia’s brief absence from our lives had been fraught with worry—that she was hurting, that we might never have her again. Not knowing where her head was at had made the past few days unfathomably worse. I’d lusted after this woman from day one, but what she was doing to my heart left me breathless and at times without words.

  Tonight we’d talked through it, and together, we’d decided the direction of our future. The commitment we were asking her for had one more caveat though. After everything she’d been through recently, I wasn’t sure how she’d react to it. I wanted tonight to be special, meaningful, bringing
her deeper into our lives than she’d ever been. I could only hope that’s what she wanted too.

  Times like these, I wasn’t sure if having Ian by my side made it better or worse. On one hand, the extra support was useful. Two could persuade better than one. On the other hand, both of us worrying about what she’d say almost seemed to amplify the trepidation.

  Ian and I were very different people, but the way we felt about Olivia Bridge was unquestionably in tune. We were consistent in the strength and possessiveness of our affections. I didn’t expect that to change for a very long time.

  Along with Ian, I’d already committed that Olivia would be a part of my future. Now that I had things fairly stable with the fund, I’d get her parents off my back for a while. I’d worked things out with Reilly, and in a moment of clarity, my father had agreed to transfer his shares as well. He wasn’t as worried about me fucking him over, but I didn’t expect handing over the asset was too much easier than it had been for Reilly.

  At Reilly’s request, I’d offered Jia the opportunity to work beside me, which she’d accepted graciously and professionally. I didn’t ask about her ties with Reilly or why he’d vouched for her, but I planned to. All seemed to be moving in the right direction. Now I just had to get things where I wanted them to be with Olivia.

  The limo driver pulled up to the curb. Beside the Bridge Fitness entrance, another door would lead us to the luxury condos above. We left the car and brought Olivia through the doors.

  “You’re not putting me to work already, are you?”

  “Not exactly,” I said in a teasing tone, enjoying her anticipation while I tried to ignore my own.

  Together we took the elevator to the top floor, which opened to the penthouse. On the heels of fast-tracking the gym progress, I’d pushed my crew to get this unit further along, leaving the others to wrap up in the coming weeks.

  Marble floors stretched over an empty open living area leading into a designer kitchen. Views of Manhattan at night stretched across one side of the condo. Olivia walked in slowly, her gaze darting from detail to detail.

  Pride swelled when I recognized appreciation in her eyes.

  As soon as I knew this would be the next place I would call home, I’d wanted to go the extra mile to make it stand out. As soon as I knew I wanted to share it with her, I’d spared no expense to make it happen.

  “What do you think?”

  She circled back to me, a warm smile on her lips. “I love it. You’ve outdone yourself.”

  “Good enough to call home?”

  She nodded. “Definitely an upgrade from your current place, which is phenomenal too. You deserve this, though.”

  “So do you.”

  She stilled, her gaze sliding between Ian and me. “What do you mean?”

  “We want you to move in. Here. With us,” Ian said.

  Her lips parted and her chest moved under a sharp intake of breath. “Are you serious about this?”

  I took her hand and drew her closer to me.

  “We’re serious. We talked about it, and this is what we want. Like it or not, spending time at your place is going to make things uncomfortable for your family. They may be able to live with it, but they’re not necessarily going to like it. And this place is big enough for all of us. It makes more sense for you to call this home.”

  “I—”

  I pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. “Don’t say you have to think about it. Just say yes.”

  A slow smile spread across her face. “God, you’re so bossy. I was going to say yes.”

  She nipped at my fingertip, and I groaned. Desire and relief flooded me. Everything was falling into place. Everything felt right, yet I wanted more. Before I decided to haul her to bed this instant, Ian took her hand and tugged her away.

  “There’s more. Let’s give you the tour.”

  I exhaled a frustrated breath and followed behind as Ian led her room by room until we hit the master, one of the most impressive rooms in part because it was the only room totally furnished. Against one wall was a giant bed that I’d had custom made. Covered with a porcelain-blue silk duvet, the bed dominated the space while leaving plenty of room for the other furniture that I’d had purchased.

  “So this is your room,” I said.

  Her jaw fell. Her hand went to her chest. “My room?”

  I kept my stance casual, even though I was reveling in every second of her surprise and delight.

  “We figured it made the most sense to give you the master. I’m also assuming you have the greatest need for an enormous walk-in closet. Ian and I will both have our own rooms, and we can share this space with you as much or as little as you want.”

  Tears glimmered in her eyes. “Will, this is too much.”

  “You’ll have to get used to too much when it comes to us.”

  She ran her fingers over the bedspread as she passed, walking quickly to the master closet, disappearing inside with a little squeal. After a few minutes, Ian coaxed her out and into the master bath, which featured its own soaking tub and an enormous shower with more rain heads than I could count.

  Under our feet, an elaborate herringbone pattern made of Spanish marble intersected around a custom centerpiece. Honey onyx slivers formed a shimmering design, a golden crown—neither feminine nor masculine, but regal and elegant. Ian had done exceptionally well. His work in this room alone had earned him a place in the penthouse, even if Olivia’s happiness didn’t demand it.

  “You like it?”

  I asked the question that seemed to rest on the edge of Ian’s lips. He was silent, looking at Olivia like she was the last woman on earth.

  She brought her hand to her mouth as she gazed down at the elaborate design. “I don’t have any words. Ian, you did this?”

  He stepped closer, circling his arm around her. “Will wanted something special in here. It came together this way almost like it was meant to be.”

  “It’s beautiful…truly. I love it.”

  She turned into his embrace, and he wasted no time kissing her breathless.

  All too eager to relish in the delights of her body, I came behind her. I traced along the zipper that would free her from the dress. She whimpered against Ian’s mouth as he kissed her deeper, and I curved my hand over her ass. I leaned close so my mouth hovered over her ear.

  “It’s bedtime, princess.”

  She arched, pushing her ass against my front, driving me fucking wild in the process. I gripped her hip firmly, trying to get hold of the fantasies I was entertaining of ripping the dress clean off her body and bending her over the vanity until I found my pleasure.

  Before I could consider acting on my fantasies, she turned. Her dark hair swept over Ian’s forearm as she nestled easily in his arms. Her eyelashes were low. Lust glinted in her eyes as he nibbled and sucked along the column of her neck. She melted against him with a sigh, and I imagined her pussy getting wet and aching to be filled.

  In that moment, I could feel her heat against me. I could revel in the small surrender of her body and her will. Seeing her with Ian reflected my own heaven, because I’d already known it. Her happiness, her pleasure, her experience—all of it multiplied when we were both here, willing to share and eager to deliver.

  “We’re going to claim you everywhere tonight. Are you ready for that?”

  Her chest moved under quickening breaths. She nodded slightly.

  “Say it.”

  “I’m ready.”

  I held out my hand and she took it. I pulled her away from Ian and into the bedroom. She followed, her hips moving sensually with the motion. I ached to touch her, to haul her against me and show her what she did to me. Instead, I spun her and pressured her forward so her chest hit the bed, her ass pushed up high, begging for my hands and my cock.

  Ian began undressing, tossing his jacket and shirt onto a plush chair that sat in the corner of the room.

  “Let’s see how gorgeous you are under this dress.”

  I c
rouched down and slid my palms up her calves. I kissed my way up the backs of her legs and pushed her dress up over her hips as I went. Beneath it, she wore a lacy black thong. I hooked my finger under the thin strip and slid down until I got to the place where it rested against her pussy. The fabric was wet. I pulled it to the side and flicked my tongue over the slick flesh.

  She cried out softly. Her hands fisted into the duvet.

  I sighed. The second my tongue had met her skin, I became drunk on her scent, her taste. I was painfully hard, but my cock was still trapped in my pants, engorged and throbbing with need.

  With a frustrated growl, I slapped her ass hard. Her breath hitched, but she made no other sound.

  “Good girl,” I murmured, licking over the pinking skin.

  My palm fell again on the other cheek. She moaned into the bed but didn’t flinch away. I delivered a few more blows until her pussy was weeping with her arousal. She was ripe for what we had in store for her tonight.

  I stood and gazed down at her, admiring the marks I’d made. Her ass was still lifted high, inviting more punishment. She rubbed her wrists together. I bit down hard on my lip, because I could waste the night spanking her into a frenzy. She’d hate me for it now, but she’d love it later.

  For now, though, I was satisfied she was in the right mind-set for what would come next. I drew the zipper down her back and maneuvered her dress to the floor. Lifting her upright again, I spun her to face me. I hooked my palm behind her neck, and she stumbled forward a step.

  She licked her lips, making them glisten in the muted light of the room. Her eyes were piercing in their lust, spurring me on.

  “I’m going to watch for a while. Ian’s going to get you ready for me, and then you’re going to do everything I say.”

  She had to know I was in charge tonight. Not that Ian couldn’t dominate his way through a ménage, but this was the routine we’d fallen into. It worked, and Olivia needed the comfort of that order among us.

  A puff of her shaky breath warmed my lips. “Whatever you want, Will. I trust you.”

  “Good. Things can get a little intense. If you need a break, just tell us. We can slow down, stop, whatever you want. This is about you.”