Room For Three

by Melissa Silvey

  I hear them whispering to each other. I don’t hear what they are saying. I’m lost. I’m lost to the world, to accepted morality, to normalcy. I’m Asher’s. And now, apparently, I’m Peyton’s too.

  I couldn’t ask for two smarter, sexier, more handsome men. And they’re both mine.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  “Tell me you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

  Peyton is getting dressed, standing in my closet in just his dress slacks. I make my way to the bathroom, to toss the condom in the trash and wash my hands. He follows me, and lingers in the doorway, pulling on his shirt. “I enjoyed it, but I think you enjoyed it way more than I did.”

  I gaze at him in the mirror. He looks satisfied with himself. He obviously set this mid-day rendezvous into action. She stated he’d lied to her to get her up here. I check my watch after I dry my hands. It’s almost two-thirty, which means that Charlie can recover for an hour or so before she needs to ready herself. I will be more than happy to join her in my bed, to hold her and watch her nap.

  “I watched you, Peyton. I looked into your eyes while you reached your orgasm, and I know that you enjoyed it.” He steps away to allow me to walk around him. I think I’ll remain naked, even though I rarely sleep this way. I just want to feel her soft skin against mine.

  He grabs my wrist when I’m beside him, to stop me. He stares at my body for several moments. “Aren’t you getting dressed?” I shake my head. “I enjoyed it so much because I was watching you, and you looked like you were in heaven.”

  I smile at him, because he’s right. “I am in heaven. I have everything that I want.”

  His hand moves up my arm, over my shoulder, and he places both his hands on my neck, right under my jaw. Then his eyes meet mine. He’s not as happy as I am. He’s not celebrating. His eyes are almost empty. “Just because we all three had sex?”

  “We all three had a really good experience together. I’m hoping to have many more. I’ve been thinking of all the ways we could have sex together. The possibilities are practically endless.”

  He shakes his head slightly, and I feel disappointment like a wave crash into my heart. “Just because we all had sex once, doesn’t mean I want to do it all the time. If I’d wanted to have a relationship with a woman, I wouldn’t date men.”

  “Might I remind you, you went out with her on a date.” That doesn’t change his expression at all. I’m trying to lighten his mood just a little. I want to feel fantastic, but he’s making it very difficult.

  “I did that to try to find out how she felt about you.”

  “What did you find?”

  “I found out that she’s very protective of you. She won’t tell me anything about you.” He shrugs, and removes his hands from my body. He bends down to gather his tie and his jacket. I can’t help but smile at the memory of him removing them, and removing Charlie’s shirt. I’m fairly sure I’ll be thinking of the entire scene, replaying it in my mind, for a very long time. Or until we top it with another amazing experience.

  I’m a little stunned that he’s upset about that. “You want her to share her secrets?”

  “Not with just anyone. With me.”

  “Is this about Hansen Technologies?”

  He shakes his head again, and avoids looking at me. “It’s about all of it. You didn’t tell me you had feelings for her. You didn’t call me to join you in San Francisco. You didn’t warn me you were going to have sex with her. I’m crazy about you, Asher, but I don’t know how many more secrets I can take.”

  “Charlie knows we’re dating now, and perhaps the dynamic between the two of you will change as well.” I try to assuage his worries, but I realize there’s something more he might need. “I’m sorry, Peyton, that I kept things from you. It won’t happen again.”

  “Make sure it doesn’t,” he says, seriously. I nod. He glances at Charlie before he leaves the room. Her eyes are closed, and she looks like a sleeping angel. She looks like she’s almost smiling at whatever she’s dreaming about.

  I crawl into the bed beside her, facing her, to watch her sleep. As I wrap her up in my arms, the hurt and fear of loss that has built over the last few days slowly melts away. I feel the tensions release, and I feel warmth and happiness flow through me. When I’m holding her, I feel more alive than I ever have. I feel stronger than I’ve ever felt, more powerful than I’ve ever been.

  How is it that this one small woman makes me feel like I’ve never felt before?

  I wiggle just a little closer to her, and rub just my fingertips over the soft skin of her back. I enjoy the way her skin feels, and how even though she’s asleep, she responds to my touch. No one, man or woman, has reacted to my touch the way she does. Peyton is usually horny, although I hate to use that word, but I’m not sure that it’s all because of me. I don’t always feel like I am what turns him on, but I reap the benefits of his arousal. But with Charlie, I see how attracted she is to me when I look into her eyes, when I touch her skin, and when we are having sex. I almost feel disconnected from Peyton, because when we have sex we rarely face each other. But with Charlie, watching her reactions is one of the best parts of sex.

  Staring into Peyton’s eyes earlier as we had sex with Charlie was also one of the best parts.

  Maybe that’s what I’ve been missing with Peyton. Maybe I haven’t felt that connection on a deeper level that I feel with Charlie. Should I tell him? He asked me earlier not to hide things from him any longer. Though I feel like, this time, maybe I should. I don’t want to hurt him, or make him feel more jealous than he already does.

  Her eyelashes flutter over her cheek, then her eyelids open. “What time is it? How long did I sleep?” she asks in a sleepy, husky voice.

  I don’t want to move my left arm, which has snaked its way under her somehow. But I’m sure I haven’t lain here longer than ten minutes. “It’s not yet three o’clock, sweetheart. You have plenty of time before you have to go pick up Elise.”

  She licks her lips, and I almost can’t believe how much I want to kiss her, to taste her. “Did you um…” She clears her throat, and licks her tongue darts out again. This time I can’t resist. I lean forward, and I lick her gently. She moans low in her throat, and it makes my cock jerk. I feel it swelling again. How am I turned on again, after what we did earlier? How does she do this to me? “Did you like what we did?”

  “Oh, Charlotte, you have no idea how much I liked it.” The hand that has been caressing her back brushes over her shoulder, and her shoulders shake. Her eyes are on mine, while my fingers gently, slowly, move toward her nipple.

  “Did Mr. Waits?”

  “Peyton,” I correct her.

  “Did Peyton?” Her eyelids become heavier. Her lips part, and her head tips up toward mine.

  I’m not surprised that she is worried about Peyton’s feelings, even now. That is precisely why I’ve fallen for her. “He enjoyed it too,” I assure her, when I encounter her hard, tight bud.

  Her voice is airy, when she asks, “Do you want me again?”

  “It seems I always want you.” I don’t want to talk any more. I want to kiss her, and keep kissing her. I want to touch her, and keep touching her. I want to love her, and never stop loving her. I want to love her for the rest of my life.

  I roll her over onto her back, lean forward, and take her sexy mouth, with all the emotion and desire I’m feeling. I want her to understand what I’m feeling. I want her to feel the same way.

  She spreads her legs, and wraps her arms around my body, then her fingers weave into my hair. I’m suddenly harder than I’ve ever been. I’m so close to her heat, and I’m not wearing a condom, and I just want to be inside her so badly.

  “The condom, Asher,” she reminds me.

  “Yes, you’re right. Of course, sweetheart.” I don’t want to move, though. I want to stay between her legs, her soft, supple legs. “Yes, the condom.” I bite my lip, and roll off her, to open the drawer on the nightstand and pull out the thing I almost wish
was never invented. Maybe I’ll talk with her about it while we’re not in the middle of sex.

  “Do you need a hand?” she asks sweetly, and reaches out to caress my thigh.

  “Yes.” She scoots toward me, and like Peyton did earlier, gently touches my balls while rolling the condom over my phallus. The light touch makes my entire body heat up again, and the muscles in my stomach clench as my balls tighten.

  “Is that what you like, Mr. Glass?” she murmurs, as she gazes up at me in awe.

  “Yes, I like it very much, Ms. Hall.”

  “It’s so big,” she exclaims. Then she throws one leg over my waist, and sits up on her knees. “I can’t wait to get it inside me again.” She lowers herself onto me, and my muscles practically convulse. She places her hands on my chest, and begins to rock her beautiful body on top of me. No one else has ever done this for me. No one else has ever looked me in the eye as they fucked me. She is. Then she nearly pushes me over the edge when she moans, “Play with my boobs.”

  “Yes, Charlie.” I watch her tits bounce as she moves up and down on me, before I take them in my hands. I feel myself getting harder inside her, and I feel her tightening around me. Her pleasure is almost overwhelming, and I’m giving it to her, as much as I’m taking it from her.

  “Do you like that, Mr. Glass?” Does she really want an answer? Of course I like what she’s doing. It’s amazing, incredible. It’s as if she knows exactly what I want, and how I want it, and she wants nothing more than to give it to me.

  “Yes. Yes, Charlie. Yes I like it. I love it.” Doesn’t she know what she’s doing to me? She must. And she keeps doing it, fast and hard, until I beg. “Please come with me, Charlie. Please.”

  “Yes, my love,” she answers me. And of course she does what I ask.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  I should not have left them alone. I should not have gotten dressed. I should have stayed naked, satiated, and cuddled up with Asher. I can’t believe Asher is a cuddler. I can’t remember a time when he has laid in my arms, just laid there and fallen asleep after sex. He always wants to get dressed, or even worse, take a shower after sex.

  Does having sex with me make him feel dirty? Does having sex with Charlie make him feel differently?

  I’m nervously tapping my pen against my desk-sized calendar. This is a nightmare. I know they’re having sex right now. He’s probably gazing into her big blue eyes as he’s pounding his big cock into her. She’s probably moaning, crying out, filled up with each long, hard inch of him. Not that I’ve pulled out a ruler and measured it or anything, but he’s probably at least nine and a half inches.

  I’ve never really paid much attention to it either. He’s just so passive during sex, practically submissive. He’s never really asked for anything while we fuck. He lets me do whatever I want. He just lays there, or kneels there, or crouches down on all fours and takes it. I guess he gets off on it, not that I’ve asked him.

  The way he fucked Charlie, though, showed me a different side of my lover. His eyes practically gave off sparks while she was sucking his cock. That’s something I’ve never done, either. I don’t remember sucking him off once. Maybe I’ve reached around and given him a hand job while I was fucking him, and I’ve played with his balls, but I can’t remember ever having his big dick in my mouth, and looking up at him from the ground where I was on my knees and taking it. I can’t remember worshipping his body the way it deserves to be.

  Two and a half years? We’ve been seeing each other that long, and I didn’t realize he wanted, much less needed, anything more. He’s never opened up to me and told me he wanted more.

  I blame him. He should have said something.

  But that’s not Asher. He doesn’t complain. He doesn’t argue. He doesn’t ask for anything. Charlie knows that. He doesn’t have to ask with her. She gives him what he wants. How does she know him so well, so much better than I do? Have I not paid enough attention to him? Have I not waited for him to talk to me?

  Maybe I haven’t. Maybe I’ve allowed him to be closed off from me. I’ve indulged his solitary, secluded behaviors. I’ve almost enjoyed having him as the retiring, quiet, shy boyfriend who never argues.

  I’ve been such a fool.

  I get on the elevator, and ride up to the penthouse. I walk up the steps, turn left, and as I walk toward his bedroom, I hear them.

  “Is that what you like, Mr. Glass?” her soft, sweet voice asks him.

  I’m not sure I’ve ever wondered if he liked what I did. I’ve just assumed he does, or he would have told me no.

  I stop just before I walk through the door.

  “Yes, I like it very much, Ms. Hall,” he answers, in a raspy voice dripping with pleasure and sex. I’ve never heard that tone from him. It stuns me, and hurts me at the same time. But it also turns me on. My muscles tighten, and my knees and shoulders tense up. My dick also reacts. I just came down Charlie’s throat, and I’m getting turned on again.

  I begin to battle with myself. I don’t want to listen. I don’t want to watch. I don’t want to see what she’s doing to him, what he’s doing to her.

  But I can’t stop myself. I take one more step, toward the corner, and peek around the door frame.

  “It’s so big,” she murmurs. He smiles at her proudly as she says it. Then she slides on top of him. “I can’t wait to get it inside me again.” As she speaks in her sultry tone, she takes him into her body.

  I gasp so loudly I’m sure they will hear me. But they don’t. They are engrossed in each other. He is captivated by her. His full lips part as he watches her body unfold above him. His cheeks are bright red in his pale face. He literally looks like an angel, like he is staring into heaven.

  Her hair is a blonde mess, still in the elastic band but partially falling out as well, so that tendrils hang over her slender shoulders, and tangles of her long locks flow down her back. I had my hands buried in it earlier, guiding his phallus into her mouth. I can’t see the look in his eyes, but I imagine it’s much like it was earlier when that happened.

  She is moving up and down on his cock, and he loves it. He’s lost in watching her, and she wants nothing more than to please him. Isn’t that what I’ve done as well? Haven’t I wanted nothing more than to give him sexual gratification? Or have I been too busy taking it to worry about giving it as well.

  “Play with my boobs,” she encourages him. Her voice is airy and yet warm. She doesn’t wait for him to act, she tells him what she wants.

  “Yes, Charlie,” he replies, as he does what she wants. I can see his hands shaking. It’s almost as if he’s afraid, as if he doesn’t know what to do.

  “Do you like that, Mr. Glass?” She is almost demanding he participate.

  And he answers her. I can’t hear what he’s saying, he’s almost mumbling, but also because my blood is pounding in my ears. I have done everything wrong, and yet I’ve thought I’ve done everything right. Wait, did I just hear what I thought I heard? Did he tell her he loves her?

  She moves on him, harder, bouncing on his big, beautiful cock. Their moans are loud, and it’s intoxicating. I am beyond turned on. I am inflamed. I want him inside me, like he’s inside her. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

  “Please come with me, Charlie,” he orders her. “Please.”

  At least he took something from me. Except I usually just say, I’m coming, and expect him to do it too.

  The noises they make, the way she throws her head back and answer, “Yes, my love,” has me placing my hand on my erection. Their bodies move together, and they orgasm together, as if they’re one. It’s erotic, and it’s beautiful, and I want to be her, and him.

  I want to be in the middle, between them. I want to take, and give. I want…

  I don’t know what I want. I’m so hard, but I don’t want to disturb them. I want to watch them. She practically throws herself onto his chest, and he immediately wraps his arms around her and holds her against him. The way he touches her, as if
he’s cherishing every inch of her skin, makes me long for him to touch me like that.

  Or maybe I should be touching him like that. Maybe I should be showing him how much I want him, instead of just expecting him to know. He kisses the top of her head. She snuggles into his body.

  “That was incredible, Charlie. That was amazing.” He’s encouraging her, assuring her. He’s telling her how he feels. He’s sharing with her.

  Because she shares with him.

  I move away from the door, and lean my head back against the wall. I have a hell of a lot to make up for.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  “Are you okay to drive? Rowan can drive you, then pick you up for work in the morning.” Asher’s dark eyes are literally sparkling with mischief. I know what he’s thinking, and it’s making me blush. He’s wondering if I’ve been fucked too hard to drive. It’s embarrassing and adorable at the same time. Only Asher could be concerned while being cocky too. I like it.

  I try not to look at my surroundings too much. They’re too beautiful. It will be like leaving a fairy tale when I return to my office to grab my purse, before heading down to my little car.

  He’s waiting on the elevator with me, wearing only a white fluffy robe. His hair is messy, probably from me running my fingers through it during sex. His cheeks are a bright pink, and his lips are more full and more red than normal. No man should look that good in terry cloth. I smile up at him, and bat my eyelashes. “I’ll be just fine, Mr. Glass.” I grab hold of the robe’s collar, and pull him toward me. “But I’m worried about you. I’m afraid I might have worn you out.”

  He gives me a quick kiss on my forehead, and admits. “Yes, you did. And I love it.”

  “So I’ll see you in the office tomorrow?” I ask hesitantly, as the elevator arrives.

  “I’ll be there,” he replies, before he gives me one more quick kiss. I step into the car, and turn toward him. I’m even more embarrassed now as I’m leaving, and I have no idea why. I give him a wave as the door closes.