Bedfellows

by Lola Leighton

  And now this was it. The moment where I’d find out the extent of their feelings for each other. Over the course of the past several weeks, I’d begun to sense their attraction to each other, in addition to me, but part of me had just dismissed it, thinking I was probably crazy.

  But seeing as they were both desperate to please me, now seemed like the best time to bring it up.

  Tension hung in the air between us, swirling like steam from the hot water.

  Neither of them budged. Were they stunned by my request?

  Sullivan’s gaze, bright and inquisitive, slid up to Will’s, whose face was so expressionless, it was impossible to read. But going by Will’s posture—his ramrod straight spine, his shoulders square, something about my request made him uncomfortable.

  I blew out a slow sigh, letting my hands drop to my sides. “Never mind. Maybe I’m not in the mood for a shower after all.”

  “Wait.”

  Before I could move, Sullivan’s voice stopped me. He scanned my face and then looked to Will, gently touching his fingers to his shoulder.

  “You okay with this?”

  Will’s eyes flitted from mine to the floor before briefly meeting Sullivan’s. He made some wordless sound of acceptance, unable to put into words what he was thinking. But he wasn’t backing down. My heart thumped quickly in my chest.

  Keeping his hand on Will’s shoulder, Sullivan stepped toward him. Watching their two naked bodies, wet with hot water, standing just inches apart, almost caused my brain to short circuit. Their cocks hung heavily between them, soft, but still impressive. So close to touching ….

  Their lips met, pressing together with a tenderness I wasn’t expecting. Sullivan tilted his head, his eyelashes fluttering. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was by far the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

  Sullivan stepped back, and Will kept his eyes trained to the tile at our feet.

  “Happy now?”

  I smiled, placing my hands on both of their chests. “Very. In fact, I think you two deserve a reward.”

  Running one hand up each of their chests, I loved the way their muscles stiffened under my touch. Together, they stood motionless, letting me explore for several long minutes. While I caressed muscles, and leisurely stroked them, Sullivan pressed tender kisses between my shoulder blades, and Will touched my face, my breasts, silently watching as I explored.

  “Should we take this into the bedroom?” Will asked, nuzzling his mouth against my neck.

  I shook my head. After the long flight I’d had, I felt like freshening up. “I did actually want to shower.”

  Sullivan positioned me under the spray of the water and massaged floral-scented body wash over my skin.

  Once I was thoroughly washed and the soapy bubbles were rinsed from my skin, Will’s mouth kissed a path down my neck, to my breasts where he suckled each pebbled nipple into his mouth as Sullivan’s hand slid between my legs.

  Soon I was a writhing, moaning mess of desire under their skilled touches. Then my back was pressed against Will’s broad chest, and Sullivan took his turn kissing my lips and plucking my aching nipples with skilled touches.

  “I want you. Both of you,” I murmured, reaching one hand into Will’s hair as he stood behind me, rubbing my hips against Sullivan’s pelvis.

  I felt a warm current of unspoken communication run between the men in the span of about three seconds, and then Will was running his hands over the flesh of my ass and leaning down to whisper near my ear.

  “Can I fuck you here, sweetheart?”

  My eyes flew open and found Sullivan’s blue gaze. The hungry, half-lidded expression in his eyes almost undid me. Yet, it was the idea of finally having them both at once that sent me careening toward bliss.

  “Y-yes … show me,” I murmured, leaning back to meet Will’s gaze.

  His mouth captured mine in a hot kiss, and his answering groan told me everything I needed to know. He’d been waiting patiently for this moment.

  “You sure you want to do this here?” Sullivan asked, hands on my hips as he guided me to his mouth for a sweet kiss.

  Will answered for us both. “I can prepare her here.”

  And when Will grabbed the bottle of coconut oil he used for shaving, the topic was settled.

  I was prepared for some pain, I was prepared for discomfort, or at the very least a bit of awkwardness, but what I was absolutely not prepared for was the slow, teasing sensuality and the blinding pleasure that came with Will’s naughty caresses.

  While Sullivan dropped to his knees and feasted on the wet, slippery flesh between my legs, Will’s fingers did the most amazing things to my backside that I hadn’t expected to like quite so much.

  “You’re so sexy, sweetheart,” Will murmured sweet compliments in my ear, biting my neck as his clever fingers made deft work of preparing me. But the words to respond were nowhere to be found because Sullivan’s tongue sent me straight into a body-quaking release faster than either of them could say ménage.

  Sullivan rose to his feet, and his cocky smirk made me laugh, despite the overwhelming intensity of the moment.

  “Put your hands on my shoulders, baby,” he said, as he lifted my thigh, securing it around his hip.

  Will grabbed more coconut oil, and generously applied it to himself and me.

  Gripping Sullivan’s shoulders, I felt the energy in the steamy shower change. This was it. This was what it was like to have two boyfriends, and the question of if I could handle it hung in the air between us.

  “You’ll tell me if we give you more than you can handle?” Sullivan’s voice was incredibly tight, and I watched with hooded eyes as he gripped his length in his fist and gave a leisurely stroke.

  “I promise,” I murmured, arching my back toward Will who was erotically rubbing his firm dick between my ass cheeks and trailing wet kisses at the back of my neck.

  I never thought I’d be this hot—this bothered—this ready, but I felt like if they didn’t take me right this instant, I was going to burst.

  “Will, Sul … I need you to take me now.” And with that, the challenge was accepted.

  While Sullivan supported my weight, and pushed his length into my hot channel, Will waited patiently until Sullivan was fully buried within me, and we let out a collective groan. Then ever so slowly, Will began to thrust behind me, working himself into my snug back opening with patience and skill.

  I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak. All I could do was feel. Feel the love and attention that they both were raining down upon me and it was overwhelming in such a fantastic way.

  “That’s it,” Will encouraged, his voice a harsh growl. “Fuck.”

  Desire and heat swamped all my other senses. The only thing that existed in this moment was us. Our pleasure.

  “So. Fucking. Good.” Sullivan let out a sexy moan as he bit down on my collarbone, his thrusts slow and deep.

  “Breathe for me, sweetheart,” Will encouraged.

  I inhaled sharply as I felt him slip inside farther, my fingernails biting into Sullivan’s shoulders.

  “Push your ass back, baby,” Sullivan murmured, slowing his pace. “Take his cock.”

  Their dirty endearments always succeeded into turning me into a melty puddle of hormones, but I did as Sullivan’s steady voice instructed, experimentally giving my hips a little push back.

  “Just like that,” Sullivan groaned.

  Will bit out another curse word and I felt a full-body moan shudder through him. “You look so sexy with my cock buried in your tight ass.”

  The dueling sensations were overwhelming in the best possible way. I’d never heard Will make the sexy, breathy noises he was currently making against the back of my neck. Or seen the look of admiration and wonder that was currently reflected in Sullivan’s gaze. I wished I could see both of their faces while we were all joined in a trifecta of bliss and eroticism.

  When I looked up at Sullivan, I noticed he was watching Will with a look of desire written all ov
er his features. It seemed like more than appreciation of this moment, it seemed, like, well I wasn’t sure. But it made something inside my belly twist in confusion. But before I could ponder it further, Will thrust harder, stealing my breath as he buried himself completely.

  My body was limp between them as they pushed and pulled and thrusted, and soon I was shuddering through a release so powerful, I thought I might pass out. Sullivan’s firm grip around me was the only thing keeping me from collapsing onto the shower floor.

  And then he was joining me in bliss, tipping over the edge as his cock jerked inside me. By the time Will’s sexy grunts increased in frequency, I could hardly stand. He came hard, pulling out to paint my backside in his hot semen.

  Things from there passed in a blur. I was kissed and caressed and washed from head to toe all over again, including my hair which they lovingly shampooed and conditioned before wrapping me in fluffy towels and carrying me over to the bed, where I struggled to keep my eyes open as they climbed in beside me, cocooning me in warmth.

  “I love you,” I whispered into the darkness. “Both of you.”

  My heart was in my throat as the seconds ticked past. Had they heard me?

  “Been waiting for you to get here. I love you, too, baby.” Sullivan pressed a kiss to my forehead.

  Will’s hand found mine under the blanket. “Love you, sweetheart. You’re ours now.”

  “Yes. Yours … and yours.” I yawned. I heard them chuckle.

  My smile refused to fade even as I drifted off into a deep sleep.

  ***

  “One carton of fresh blueberries, just like you asked for,” Sullivan said, setting a paper bag on the counter.

  I’d woken up to a growling stomach—and a craving for blueberry muffins fresh out of the oven. Given how amazing last night was, it made complete sense that I was starving this morning.

  Sullivan had gone to the store to pick up the blueberries while I began making the batter. Cooking might not have been my forte, but when it came to baking? My mom had taught me right. There was something so gratifying about it, too—the calm preciseness of measuring and mixing, the waiting while the house filled with the glorious scents of vanilla and cinnamon.

  “Thank you, Sull.” I gave him a quick kiss before grabbing the bag he’d left for me on the counter.

  “Not too sore, are you?” he asked, lips lingering on my neck.

  I shook my head, visions of last night’s naughty shower escapades dancing through my head.

  Then he joined Will at the table. The two of them were drinking coffee and talking about their latest project.

  “You thinking granite for the countertops, or something else?” Will asked him.

  Sullivan shook his head. “I want to try that new quartz product that came out recently. It could be really pretty with a subway tile backsplash.”

  I folded the blueberries into the batter, my mind wandering to the shower last night.

  I had fallen ass over stilettos for these two big, sexy men, something I swore I’d never do. And our relationship was so much more than just hot sex, so much more than what I ever thought a threesome could be. Sullivan was sweet, and thoughtful, and made me laugh easier than anyone ever had before—he had this way about him that made all my stress vanish the moment he walked into a room and lopped one of those sexy smirks my way. He lit me up like sunshine on a cloudy day, he was so real and so honest and also really fucking sexy.

  Will was his polar opposite in many ways. Moody, demanding, and intense. Sexy in a different way—raw, carnal and completely masculine. He was a tortured soul, a former orphan with a steely exterior wall built up, but sweet with me at the same time. Winning him over, watching him let me in—there was nothing quite like it.

  Practically on cue, Will looked over at me. “How’s the batter?”

  “You can try it if you’d like.”

  The two of them joined me at the counter, each running a finger up the side of the bowl. Once the batter hit his tongue, Sullivan groaned.

  “That’s incredible, babe.”

  Will grunted in agreement. They both kissed me on the cheek before I shooed them away. I needed to start spooning the batter into the muffin pan. They smiled at each other and shook their heads before sitting back down at the table.

  One of them would have been enough, but the two of them together were the ultimate package. No matter what kind of mood I was in—I had the perfect companion. And I knew they would have each taken a bullet for me. I felt so safe and protected and cherished.

  But as good as things had been, lately something had begun to nag at me. A feeling I’d get in the pit of my stomach when the three of us were together. A glance that lasted too long between them, an inside joke I wasn’t privy to, the way they seemed to communicate through unspoken glances over my head.

  But it was more than just that. I’d started to notice things in the bedroom felt different, too. The way Sullivan watched Will’s powerful hips thrust into me with a look of sheer lust on his face. The way Will’s expression turned pained when Sullivan would take himself in hand and stroke while Will made love to me. All the while Will refused to make eye contact with Sullivan.

  But there was no denying their chemistry after last night’s kiss.

  The connection they had was so special, so different from what they had with me. It wasn’t that I was jealous—not one bit—they made me feel like a goddess practically every night. I just couldn’t help but pick up on the small ways I was outside what they had, what they’d shared before I came along. And I wasn’t sure they were aware of how rare what they had really was.

  “You okay?” Will was suddenly by my side, staring at me with worried, furrowed brows.

  I’d completely zoned out. I didn’t even hear the oven ding that it was done preheating. I forced a smile and nodded my head.

  “I’m fine, just a little tired from last night, I think.” I met Will’s eyes, which were still dark and concerned. He nodded but didn’t look convinced.

  “Are you sure? You’ve seemed a little tense all morning.” Sullivan joined us by the counter, running his large, strong hand down my spine.

  I shook my head again. “Really, I’m okay. Just tired. And ready for some muffins,” I said as cheerily as I could, shrugging Sullivan’s hand off my shoulders. I slid the muffin tin into the oven, making sure to set the timer—the one step I was known for forgetting.

  Will and Sullivan exchanged another look. They knew me better than I realized sometimes. And that made it hard to hide anything from them.

  But I couldn’t bring myself to tell them the truth. Not yet. What we had was so close to perfect. The last thing I wanted to do was go and ruin it.

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Adrienne

  Moving my scissors quickly through the split-ends of my client’s hair, I let the pieces fall to the floor.

  “You know, sweetie, you really should be using a heat protectant every time you straighten. Your beautiful curls just can’t handle two piping ceramic plates squeezing the life out of them day after day without a little added protection,” I said, giving the redheaded teenage girl in my chair my nicest, most helpful smile.

  She nodded and smiled weakly before turning back to her phone, her thumbs moving rapidly over the screen.

  “How often do you straighten it?” I held her damaged ends between my fingers. Judging by their straw-like texture, I’d have put my money on just about every day.

  “Uh, I don’t know. For, like, school days? And sometimes on the weekend.”

  “Hmmm…well, it looks like you have a really beautiful, natural texture. Is it okay if once I finish up this cut, I use one of our curl enhancers to show you an easy way to style it?”

  The girl’s eyes snapped up to meet mine in the mirror. They were wide and hesitant, and her eyebrows were raised, but she didn’t look like she was totally against it.

  “If you hate it, I’ll straighten it for you. With heat protectant, of course.�
�� I didn’t think it’d come to that, but I was used to teenage anxiety when it came to hair.

  “Okay…sure, why not?” She shrugged, trying to hide the small smile creeping over her face. I’d decided from the moment she sat down in my chair that I’d win this girl over. And based on that small victory, I think I was on the right track.

  Carefully trimming her ends while not taking off too much length, I finished up the cut and moved on to styling. Just like I thought, my favorite curl enhancer worked wonders on this girl’s neglected tresses, and by the time I finished the blowout with the diffuser, she looked like a whole new woman.

  I spun her around in the chair, finally revealing the new life of her curls.

  “What do you think?”

  “Oh my God, I love it! You’re the best!”

  I smiled and shook my head, topping her look off with some hair spray before sending her off with a bottle of the curl enhancer for herself.

  Once my client left, Tyler plopped down in my chair.

  “Mexican or Mediterranean?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows in excitement.

  “Mexican, duh. Who do you think I am?”

  The two of us quickly closed the salon for lunch, walking to our favorite Mexican place around the corner.

  We both got our usual orders, which was chicken tacos for me, and a burrito bowl for Tyler, with an order of chips and guacamole for us to share.

  We ate in silence for a couple minutes before Tyler gave me a quizzical look.

  “What’s up with you today, girl? You’re quieter than usual.”

  “Me? What do you mean? Did you see how chatty and helpful I was with Sharon’s daughter?” The redhead was related to one of our highest-paying clients, and our appointment today was one of the first I had with her that didn’t include at least three eye-rolls.

  “Mhmm.” Tyler arched an eyebrow, taking a long sip of his iced tea. “Something’s up. Spill.”

  I sighed. Tyler was right, of course. The strange feeling I’d had the other day hadn’t gone away…in fact, it had gotten worse. And as hesitant as I was to admit it to anyone, even myself, I knew that Tyler would be my most empathetic audience.