“I hoped she would say yes, but I honestly didn’t think she would after her hesitation,” Maverick said, once again analyzing everything.
“I’m just fucking glad she did,” I said. Since she hadn’t been sure at first, I appreciated her willingness to become ours. She wasn’t like our other women; she had a good head on her shoulders—a damned pretty one too. She wasn’t stupid and I knew I couldn’t trick her into anything, but I didn’t want to anyway. I wanted her willingly.
And she’d came willingly, over and over…
Maverick smirked and tucked some hair behind Henley’s ear. She didn’t even stir, which I took as a sign that she felt safe. I swelled with pride at the thought.
“I don’t know how we can keep this up,” Maverick said after a moment.
I frowned, gently gripping the flesh of Henley’s thigh. “What do you mean?”
He sighed and rolled onto his back, his shoulders tensed. I could always trust him to ruin a moment.
“I mean we have to tread carefully. Henley is smart. We have to treat her right so she’ll stick around.”
“I didn’t plan on mistreating her,” I replied.
I already knew I wanted to do more than just fuck and send her to sleep. I laid there watching her like a creep, but somehow, didn’t feel creepy. I wanted her to be right here between us every night, although deep down, I knew that was too much to ask.
“I know,” Maverick said. “But you know what I mean.”
I nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. We all had to be careful. We kept everything private, of course, but we had to be even more cautious this time around. Henley would want to be as secretive and private as possible.
In her slumber, Henley looked like a sweet little angel, but I now knew how wild she could get. I wanted to push her to her limits. To make her see her true potential.
All her wants and needs in the bedroom, and her knowledge in the boardroom—we were going to have it all.
“Can you believe the way she felt? Fuck, I hadn’t imagined it would be that good,” I said.
Maverick smiled. “Yeah. I can barely believe it.”
“We may be able to convince her to do a lot more,” I said.
Maverick nodded. “Yeah. And we should discuss a schedule. One that she can agree to.”
“You and your fucking schedules, man. Chill out.” I nearly rolled out of the bed at the thought of it, but a slight stir of Henley’s pulled me back in.
“I know. I know,” Maverick whispered. “I was just thinking of her initial hesitation. I don’t want her to think we’re taking up too much of her life away.”
I reluctantly nodded, knowing he had a point. There needed to be some sort of balance; Henley couldn’t over-extend herself just for our benefit. Sure, I wanted her at my beck-and-call, but that wouldn’t be realistic because I never planned to leave her in a state that would let her have energy for at least a day. I still hadn’t fucked her as raw or hard as I wanted. First thing we’d done was made sure she had birth control, because I hated condoms and wanted to feel her bare and raw.
“We won’t do that. Hell, we have jobs too. I don’t do much work, but same difference,” I said.
“Damn right we do. So what should we let her do?”
Usually Maverick made all the decisions and then told me, but not with Henley. She was ours to share and we would both be involved in everything that had to do with her.
“I don’t know. Some back paper legal shit we never did right,” I suggested.
“Perhaps. But I don’t want to push a bunch of papers at her,” Maverick counter-argued.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my tired eyes. Henley may have made me feel alive again, but I was still exhausted. “Well fuck, we don’t have to decide now,” I said. “Don’t give me a headache.”
Maverick chuckled and I looked back at Henley. She was still asleep, snoring.
I smirked and got up, retrieving my boxers and shucking them on.
Maverick got up and went to the bathroom, and by the time he returned, I’d gone to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I always started the day with a black cup to wake me up, followed by a creamy sugary one.
I decided to make some eggs and bacon for Henley, presuming she’d wake up hungry.
I sat down with my coffee and watched the news on the kitchen television as the bacon thawed. I couldn’t help thinking back to what Maverick had said about Henley’s hesitation, afraid she would wake up and change her mind. Afraid this was too much for her. Too intense.
“What are you doing in here?” Maverick asked, entering the kitchen and interrupting my thoughts.
I looked at his bare chest as he moved around the kitchen and stole my coffee. “What does it look like?” I snapped.
He grinned and took a sip. “Never thought I would see you cooking. You trying to compete with me?”
I gave him a funny look. “Hell no, but do you want some?” I asked, knowing bacon was his favorite.
We both knew it was never about that. If we entered an agreement together, that’s how it would stay. We didn’t try to get one up on the other and we didn’t compete against each other. No woman had ever came between us, and never would, not even Henley. She certainly had the potential to ruin friendships, but not ours. Maverick and I had been tight for too long to let that happen.
Besides, it was better together. The push-and-pull of a two-person relationship was boring to us. We enjoyed the challenge of that second proponent. The dynamic we fought to control.
Maverick nudged my shoulder and moved aside.
I started up a hot skillet and cracked some eggs. “She still asleep?” I asked.
“Yeah. We wore her out.” He sat on the countertop and made some more coffee as I got another for myself, with sugar and cream this time.
I shrugged. “Well, it’s not like we have anything to do.”
I hoped the smells pulling through the kitchen would wake her up soon. I wanted to see her, desperate for her presence.
I couldn’t have been more grateful for spotting her profile and getting her into my office that fateful day.
12
Henley
My body was a thrumming wave. I felt it rising and lowering over and over as my eyes stayed closed and I remained still in bed. I started to remember things in fragments as if I were drunk the night before. But I knew I wasn’t.
Or maybe I was drunk on desire instead. The way they touched me, the things they did to me. The words they said to me… it still played like a broken record in my head but I liked it. God, I liked the way they made me feel. Everything all at once, my body a never-ending thrum of desire and pleasure. I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. I didn’t recognize the incessant, dirty throbbing between my legs and the pangs of my nipples. I could still feel the places they sucked my skin and marked me—I felt it embedding itself in my skin even still.
I didn’t understand it at all. I didn’t get how I could even be capable of these things and these feelings. I enjoyed them… but I didn’t know what to do with them or where they would go.
Maverick was attentive and full of intrigue. His body a perfect sculpture of muscle and power. With my eyes closed I could still imagine him pounding into me. And Jude… his kisses were so tender they were like pillows but his words so dirty they only belonged in the bedroom. I loved every minute of their onslaught against me and I didn’t know how much better it could get.
Not until I opened my eyes and settled in my surroundings. Their scent was still here. Their masculine musk and power. I only faintly remembered being cleansed by them in the shower, their hands all over me. Somehow we were kept at bay and I think it was because we were so tired. But we did fall into the bed eventually and I slept between them.
Whoa. Sleeping between two men. I sat up in the sheets, clutching the soft blue material to my chest in a sort of shock. I knew I slept between them and I remembered their arms around me, but it still seemed like a dream. It s
eemed like it didn’t even happen at all. But I knew it did. Because I could still feel them on me. I still felt my pussy throbbing trying to figure out which cock to stretch and adjust to...
I felt groggy even still, and moved to wash myself up. I looked for my clothes but they were nowhere to be found. I wondered where they had gone but I found the button up Maverick wore as I went to the bathroom. I washed my face and took in the luxury of everything—even the toilet was nice. The bathroom had that sleek, modern design. The sink was so deep I wondered if it ever bottomed out. I found one, unopened electronic toothbrush and used that before I met my face in the mirror. It wasn’t as bad as I expected but my red hair was in a wild disarray. I could be mistaken for a certain Disney character. I tried to tame it with some water and teasing but it was no use. I let the wild waves fly as I bravely sought out Maverick and Jude.
As soon as I cleared the landing and went down the stairs I smelled food.
The stairs went right down to the living room. A vast room of a gray couch and white side chairs, clear coffee table and wide plasma screen. Everything was so modern and updated, but it fit. The outside looked like a manor, but instead it was so contemporary. I walked around the huge hallway and through another one that I hoped dumped into the kitchen. After I pushed the door open gingerly, I was glad to find that it did.
I was met with two dashing, smiling faces and I became aware of my half naked appearance and wild hair. I felt my cheeks redden as I stepped forward into the kitchen. The wide back window let the light shine in so bright I was almost blinded. The kitchen had clear marble countertops, the appliances stainless steel and sleek. And food permeated the air—I knew it had to be eggs and bacon, my favorite.
“Good morning—I see you chose Maverick’s clothes over mine.” Jude was the first to speak, his eyes casting me on fire as he looked me over. He stepped around the counter and was six inches away from me, then three. And then his lips were on mine, a soft, pliable kiss good morning that only left me wanting more when he pulled away.
“Good morning.” I said breathlessly back as he winked and walked away.
I blinked back the sudden flutter of emotion and saw Maverick beckon me closer. “Good morning,” he said, his voice deep and washing over me, “you look amazing.”
I didn’t have a time to speak before he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me between his legs at the chair. My hands hit his bare chest and he kissed me hard and left my knees buckling because it was way too early for this, but I enjoyed it.
His tongue swept over mine as his hand held the nape of my neck firmly and he kept the kiss running deep inside of our bones. And then he pulled off leaving me breathless.
“Good morning…oh God.” I added under my breath.
Maverick chuckled as I stumbled back into the seat at the island. It curved out to a u or c shape and had another chair at the end. He got up and went over to the stove as Jude sat at the other end with the morning paper. I was shocked honestly, that he read the morning paper. I didn’t do that, and I didn’t know anyone who did.
“Did you sleep well?” Jude grinned slightly to himself but didn’t look at me as he asked.
“I did. Thank you.” I cleared my throat nervously. It was weird, having slept so well actually.
I felt exhausted yet well rested at the same time. And to be sitting there in the midst of Jude and Maverick was intimidating, yet we had done so much together it was hard to be uncomfortable.
“You’re welcome. I always want you to be comfortable.” Jude winked at me and continued reading the paper.
“Thanks… what are you reading?” I asked curiously. I rested my head on my hand as I peered at him.
He grinned that wry, sexy smile of his and I had to keep myself from batting my eyelashes. His tattoos wrapped around each of his arms and reached across his wide pecs. The only bare parts of him were his abs and most of his back. The two of them were so imposing just being around me in the kitchen. But the weirdest part about it was I wanted them together. I didn’t think it would feel the same if it were only one of them… that was new for me.
“Stock reports for the day. Why, are you surprised I read?” Jude closed up the newspaper and smirked over at me.
I giggled nervously. “Honestly yes.” I bit my lip and let my cheeks heat out of embarrassment. I never knew how he would react and Jude was difficult to be around at first. They, of course, both seemed kind enough—decent men, but Jude was… well he was brash. Definitely the harsher of the two.
“I’m sorry.” I blurted out as couldn’t hold back my giggles anymore. Jude only shook his head once with a slight smile.
Maverick laughed over his shoulder at us and continued with the food.
“Don’t apologize, I always want you to be honest. But I don’t read for leisure, I only understand numbers anyway.” He slid the paper away and sipped his coffee. I watched as his lips curled around the glass and his throat bobbed as he swallowed it down. I wished I had tasted more of him—of them both. I never thought about giving men hickies before I met them.
“Oh. Sometimes I feel the same way about legal ramifications and clauses.” I murmured.
Jude grinned at me his eyes softened. “You’re cute, Henley.”
I almost frowned. “Cute?” I gaped.
He and Maverick laughed together.
Maverick turned and handed me a cup of coffee, steaming and it smelled heavenly.
“He just means you’re… actually, cute is a good word.” Maverick said.
He plated food for me and sat with me and we all started eating. It smelled amazing and the eggs were so fluffy, the bacon not too crispy, but—
“Cute?” I asked again.
Maverick grinned down his nose at me and swallowed. “You’re adorable Henley, we both think so. It’s why we were so drawn to you in the beginning.”
I sighed teasing them, “So you acquired me because you thought I was cute and adorable?”
“Wow, you really are a lawyer.” Jude said through a full mouth.
“It’s just I was thinking more along the lines of…”
“Sexy? Gorgeous? Yeah, we think all those things too, don’t worry.” Maverick leaned in and laid a kiss on my cheek.
I finished the delicious breakfast and the coffee that seemed to be straight from Colombia.
“That sounds better.” I muttered with a bout of confidence. They both chuckled in response.
Jude grabbed the plates and came to stand on the other side of me at the counter. Suddenly I was surrounded again, by their aura, their scent, their sheer alpha prowl… it almost made me dizzy. But I just sipped more coffee nervously, sitting up straighter as I crossed my legs.
Jude touched my knee gingerly and uncrossed my legs as Maverick leaned in and touched his hand to my other thigh. I felt the heat taking over me again, all over my body started to yearn for them.
“We want to know how you enjoyed things last night.” Jude dropped his voice low. I didn’t have to really look to see both of them starting to tent their boxers.
I shuddered as I swallowed nervously, my confidence fading away. “It was… a new experience.” I whispered. They easily made my body so hot and bothered. I felt my nipples puckering and they were barely even touching me.
Maverick chuckled at my words and leaned in just to inhale my scent like he needed a hit of a drug. “One you would like to do again?” He asked.
“Didn’t the NDA say I had to?”
“No, we don’t want you thinking you have to do anything. It’s all for you. It’s what you want.” Jude responded.
I bit my lip softly and I realized I did want it. So badly. I wanted everything with them and it had only happened once. I wanted all of me to be—to be claimed.
“I do want to… do it again.” My gaze flickered between them both as I settled back on the white marble counter.
“Are you positive, Henley?” Maverick whispered in my ear and I nearly turned and kissed him as a response.<
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“Yes, I’m positive. I want to be with you both again.” I let out a deep gush of air. My body was getting so heated. So keyed up, that I didn’t realize how far down the rabbit hole I had gone.
The nerves in my body were alive and wanting more. Wishing their hands would move, do something. But they didn’t.
“Good. We’ll see you again this weekend.”
13
Maverick
There was nothing I wanted more than to have Henley on that table in the kitchen, eating her for breakfast. She was so damned gorgeous and enticing. I couldn’t get the taste of her out of my mouth, the feel of her out of my head. I could still feel her pussy throbbing around my cock, milking me for everything I was worth and more. I wanted nothing more than to just have her over and over but I had a company to run. We both did.
“What do you think?” I asked Jude. We took a private car to the office sometimes, so we both sat in the back-checking emails on our phones.
He scoffed. “About what, man?” He sighed like he was already done with the day. He was like that some days, not prepared to do anything. We both had our days but his occurred more often. I didn’t mind it though, because at the end of the day we both pulled our own weight.
“You know what.” I huffed.
He chuckled and clicked his phone locked. He shuffled in his seat as he grinned.
“She’s fucking…”
“Cute?” We both laughed, “why the fuck did you tell her that? You know women hate that.” I shook my head, or maybe he didn’t know. Idiot.
“Because she fucking is, I wasn’t going to lie. And she isn’t like other women. You know that.”
“Uh huh. But she is cute.” I joked.
“Fuck yeah she is. That pretty little body of hers is too.” He said, disregarding the driver but he wasn’t one for eavesdropping. And I think we had worse conversations before today.
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