Three Way, the Novel

by Olivia Hawthorne

  I gulped, held up my glass and said, “I guess I’ll drink to that.”

  He tapped his glass on mine and said, “Me too.”

  The rain beat against the window and the sky was dark with storm clouds. I sipped my wine, stared at Quinn and wondered what the hell I was getting myself into.

  ***

  We were in the middle of a game of Go Fish, a card game that I knew from when I was a kid and pretty much the only one I knew as an adult.

  “Do you have a five?” I asked, looking over my cards at him. Quinn’s green eyes glimmered mischievously as he slowly flipped through his cards.

  “Go fish,” he replied at last.

  “Dang it,” I said and reached for another card when there was a bright flash of lightning followed by a huge boom of thunder. I shrieked and jumped up right into Quinn’s waiting arms.

  “Easy,” he said and rubbed my back. “It’s just a little storm.”

  “I hate thunder,” I said with my body trembling. “Ever since I was a little kid, I know it’s pathetic.”

  “It’s not pathetic, we’ve all got something,” he said in a soothing voice.

  “Do we?” I asked. “What’s yours?”

  “I’m afraid of clowns. I hate them,” he said with a grin.

  “Yeah, right,” I laughed. “Thanks though, I think I’m okay now.”

  “Are you?” he asked and looked down at me without removing his hands from my body.

  “I’m sure,” I said softly and didn’t break apart.

  Another flash of lightning lit up the room and I winced as I waited for the thunder.

  It hit with a great boom that rattled the windows. I pressed my face against Quinn’s broad, muscled chest and squeezed my eyes shut tight.

  “Oh shit,” he said and held me closer.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked and opened my eyes. I was disoriented at first because the room was all black.

  “The power just went out,” he said. “Sit here, I saw some candles in the side table.”

  “Okay,” I replied and sunk back down in my chair. Outside the storm seemed to grow in intensity and I was a quivering mess as Quinn crossed the room.

  “Fuck,” Quinn said under his breath and I heard a thump.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked breathlessly.

  “I hit my leg on the table but I found the candles. There’s a box of matches in here too, it’s like they expect this kind of thing around here.”

  “We aren’t exactly on the beaten path I guess,” I said. I saw a flame flare in the darkened room and Quinn lit a single candle. He stuck it in a candleholder and pulled out another one.

  He repeated this several times around the room until the entire place glowed in beautiful amber light.

  “It is very romantic I guess,” I said and lifted my glass to my lips. It was empty; once again I had drunk more wine than I’d thought. Being on edge around Quinn seemed to have that effect on me.

  The room flooded with light as lightning flashed again. I gasped, set the glass on the table and hunched over waiting for the thunder.

  It boomed and I cried out. Quinn was by my side in an instant, comforting me and soothing me in a gentle voice.

  “You’re terrified, sweetheart,” he said and took my hand. He led me to the bed and said, “Let me hold you, let me protect you.”

  “What about Ryker?” I asked, almost unable to say his name. Guilt and desire choked my words.

  “Ryker’s not here,” he said and stroked my cheek with the back of his knuckles. “Besides, I know my brother well and I know he’d want this. You know it too.”

  “I do,” I admitted. “He wanted me to turn to you but I didn’t understand it at the time.”

  “We’ve always shared our lives,” Quinn told me, brushing a tangle of hair off my forehead. “It makes sense that we’d share you, Margot. You mean so much to him and I can see now that you mean so much to me. If you’ll let it happen.”

  “It’s so hard for me to move ahead without knowing where he is,” I said. “I feel stuck.”

  “He’ll be okay,” he told me. “My brother always is. But if you’re stuck, then I’m stuck with you.”

  With that he leaned over and lifted me off the ground and turned towards the bed. He set me down and caressed me as he kissed me softly, moving his lips up my shoulder, along my collarbone and across the curve of my throat.

  He found my lips swollen and waiting, my hunger beaded on them like dew on a flower.

  I moaned and reached for him, found his body almost identical to Ryker’s, especially in the candlelight.

  He climbed onto the bed with me and at once his hands were everywhere, tearing and pulling my clothes off as I ripped at his.

  I could blame it on the wine, but I knew I wanted it, I needed it. I wanted Quinn as badly as I’d wanted Ryker and I wasn’t going to ignore it.

  I couldn’t.

  My body would rumble and crash like the thunder brewing outside if I denied my overwhelming desire for Quinn.

  “Oh Margot, beautiful Margot,” he exhaled as he pulled away from me. His eyes raked my body in the dim light. I moved around under him feeling sensuous and decadent. This had been building up between us and it was about to break loose.

  He pushed me against the pillow and lifted my hips up so my legs fell to either side of him. He sat up on his knees and rubbed my thighs and drew his huge hands across the flat plain of my stomach.

  My eyes felt like they were on fire when he pushed my thighs apart, slid between my legs and began to eat my pussy like he was a starving man and I was his only sustenance.

  “Oh Quinn,” I moaned and ran my hands through his hair.

  It was strange, up until that moment it felt almost like Quinn and Ryker were interchangeable to me. But the second Quinn’s tongue found my clit and he sucked my pussy until I could barely remember my own name, I realized they were different men.

  Two brothers who looked the same, but obviously they weren’t the same.

  I screamed and cried out his name as he attacked my soaking wet pussy with his tongue. He was relentless in his movements and I shuddered at last and came hard against his mouth.

  He lapped me up and drank me down and slid his tongue up my flesh to the hollow above my collarbone and I realized he wanted more.

  And I needed it.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  “You asked me last night if I wanted to climb up on your dick,” I said as Quinn kissed and sucked my neck.

  “I did,” he laughed and looked up at me. His face was still shiny from my juices and I loved how raw it made him seem.

  “I want to now,” I told him. “I want to ride you, Quinn. I want to feel you deep inside.”

  “God, yes,” he groaned as if in pain. He let me push him to the side and get on top of him. He was like riding a huge beast; his body was so wide and rippled with muscle. He felt feral, like he would toss me off and take my body any way he wanted.

  And yet with Quinn I also felt like I had more control. Ryker was extremely demanding and I gave up any sense of power with him. I obeyed him one hundred percent, no questions asked.

  Quinn felt like he had more give and take. I was more equal with him and so I wanted to push him a little and tease him.

  I straddled his body and held his hands down over his head. My breasts brushed his face and he turned to take my nipple in his mouth, surprising me.

  I was so overcome with wanting him that all thoughts of Ryker were driven from my head. He’d left me, he’d told me to turn to his brother, so this wasn’t cheating.

  It couldn’t be, not with how I felt about Quinn. Both brothers shared a spot in my heart now and I couldn’t deny it.

  I wanted them both, but right then Quinn was the only one I could have.

  So have him I would.

  I felt his rock hard cock press against my slick inner thigh and the knowledge felt like power.

  Quinn wanted me. He wanted me so much his body fought to s
lip inside of me.

  I smiled and dipped my hips down, my nipple popped out of his mouth and my lips caught his and we kissed.

  As we kissed I opened myself and slid my clit over the head of his dick. I heard him moan and his body tensed, he coiled like a snake about to bite.

  His hand broke free of mine and he gripped my ass hard, held me in place and thrust upwards, one quick hard motion that split me open and made me cry out his name.

  “Quinn,” I breathed, “fuck me hard, please.”

  He broke his other hand away, stared into my eyes, and held my hips tight as he pistoned into me from below.

  And I’d thought I was in control, I could see now that it had been an illusion. Quinn was in charge and he was fucking me exactly how he saw fit.

  With one swift motion, he grabbed my ass, slammed into me and flipped me onto my back. I cried out as his strokes got deeper and harder, picking up speed now that I was under him.

  He felt heavy, his presence was so raw and masculine it filled all my senses, my body.

  His eyes burned, his scent was overpowering and the wet, dirty sounds of our sex filled my ears.

  I wanted to scream my love to him, to tell him I loved him, but Ryker’s presence wouldn’t let me.

  As much as I wanted to let it all go, I was still Ryker’s woman on some level and I had this nagging feeling that this was wrong.

  But it felt so fucking right.

  “I love your cunt, sweetheart,” Quinn rasped and slammed into me. “I love how tight you are, Margot. I can feel your pussy milking me and it feels so fucking good.”

  “I love your cock,” I moaned and let my head fall back. “I love this, it feels good.”

  “I love you,” he growled and reached down. He hooked his hand under my waist and pulled me up onto his lap, our bodies never breaking apart.

  We knelt like that on the bed and he fucked me hard, slamming in from below again and I wrapped my arms around his neck, hanging on as he drove into me.

  I couldn’t help it; my loyalty to Ryker shattered with each thrust of his brother’s thick cock, and I cried out, “I love you too.”

  With that he exhaled a rasping triumphant cry and stiffened up. His mouth was right next to my ear and he filled it with his hot breath as he said, “Come with me, sweetheart. Come for me, let me feel your cunt clench and milk me dry.”

  “I’m coming,” I managed to get out before my brain fucking lost it and all sense of self disappeared. All I was belonged to Quinn and all of it was pure pleasure. Joy streaked through me and I sobbed quietly against his chest as my body squeezed and undulated against his.

  Our bodies collided one last time and we fell to the bed, exhausted and blissful, with wide smiles on our faces.

  Quinn looked into my eyes, draped a leg over me possessively and brushed my damp hair off my face. “You are gorgeous,” he said. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

  “Actually they have,” I smiled. “But not enough.”

  “I’ll say it again and again for you,” he said seriously. “You are gorgeous, Margot.”

  I nuzzled against his chest with a grin on my face, felt his arms pull me close and fell asleep in the candlelight with Quinn’s body pressed against mine.

  Ryker was a million miles away from my head that night.

  Quinn was right there, in my heart.

  ***

  I woke the next morning and the storm had passed. My head was throbbing; a dull feeling like somebody had a hammer covered in bubble wrap and was banging it against my temple.

  “Good morning,” Quinn said and knelt on the bed to give me a kiss. I closed my eyes and stretched as he stood up.

  “Good morning,” I replied. “What time is it?”

  “It’s almost noon. You want me to go scrounge up some food or do you think you’ll join me?”

  “Give me ten minutes and I’ll come with you. I feel like some fresh air would do me good.”

  “I’ll be waiting,” he smiled and winked as I crawled out of bed naked. I let him get a good look and wiggled my ass at him as I walked to the bathroom. “Keep that up and we’ll starve to death in here,” he laughed.

  “No need for starvation, we’ll have plenty of time later,” I said looking at him over my shoulder.

  I got in the shower and did my best to ignore my aching body from last night’s sex with Quinn. We’d done so much it didn’t feel like I’d gotten any sleep at all, but it was a good exhaustion I felt. The kind that buoyed you up with the memories.

  But I didn’t want them right then, I was feeling wracked with guilt over Ryker. How could I have done that to him and why was it that I didn’t feel bad about the fact that I’d slept with two brothers? I only felt bad that I hadn’t thought about Ryker at all while Quinn was inside of me.

  I washed up in record time and dried myself off before going back into the room. I dragged on a pair of jeans and a loose sweater, something to keep me warm but not overheat me in the sun. Quinn watched me the entire time with a predatory look on his face, like he wanted to leap across the room and devour me again.

  And I wanted him to, but forced myself to be as pragmatic as possible. I was hungry after all, and having too much sex with no fuel wouldn’t do either one of us any good.

  And my hangover needed tending to. I picked my oversized sunglasses out of my purse, pulled on my knee-high boots and said, “Okay, let’s eat!”

  Quinn jumped up, kissed me again and grabbed my hand as we left.

  We had lunch at a little café right on the beach, then spent the day getting to know each other as we wandered through the little town shopping and trying on funny hats to make each other laugh.

  I ended up with a couple new dresses and a pair of sandals. Quinn ended up with a tacky tourist tee shirt that I made him wear to dinner. I laughed at the crab on the front, but secretly I admired the way it stretched over his impossibly huge chest and thick bulging arms.

  We decided that evening that we were going to stay three more nights and drive home on the fourth day. Quinn did have to get to work eventually, and I needed to face the reality that I was in love with two men and both of them made me feel like my heart was going to explode when I thought about leaving them.

  If Ryker came back, I was going to be completely screwed. And not in a good way.

  The time passed too quickly and if there were any way for us just to stay at that bed and breakfast next to the ocean, I would have implemented it in a heartbeat.

  I wanted to stay with Quinn, but I wanted to stay with him in the fantasy world we’d created where we were the cute honeymooners who had asked for two rooms that first night out of bashfulness over our love.

  At least that’s what Shannon and Rob believed, and after a few days I almost began to believe it myself.

  But sadly our time came to an end and we checked out on a bright and sunny morning to drive back to Seattle and back to our reality. What form that reality would take was still unknown to us.

  “You’re awfully quiet,” Quinn said on the drive home. I was looking out the window at the passing landscape and wondering how life had become so complicated in such a short time.

  “It’s weird going back,” I said.

  “It doesn’t need to be,” he said and reached for my hand.

  We interlocked our fingers and I smiled. “It doesn’t feel like we have much choice. What happens when Ryker comes back?”

  “We’ll deal with it then,” he said. “I don’t see it as a problem though. Ryker’s always had trouble sharing his toys though, so I’ll warn you he might be cranky about it.”

  “What’s it though? Are you suggesting a relationship?”

  “That’s exactly what I’m suggesting. You can live with us and we’ll both worship you like the princess you are. Easy peasy.”

  “If only it was,” I laughed. “Besides, I should be your queen, not the princess.”

  “Queen it is then, my lady,” he said and winked at me quickly.

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nbsp; I laughed but sighed as soon as my eyes flitted to the passing landscape and the problem we’d have the moment Ryker came home.

  We didn’t get back until early evening. Quinn hadn’t bothered texting ahead to let the staff know, we thought we’d just throw something together on our own when we got hungry. This meant the house was big and dark and looming as we pulled up.

  “There’s a light on up there,” I said and tried to figure out what room it was.

  Quinn got out of the car, came around and opened my door. He looked up and said, “I don’t see it.”

  “It’s gone out now, I think it might have been Ryker’s room.”

  “Shit, that means he’s—“

  “Back, baby!” Ryker called out as he bounded down the front steps of their mansion. He swept me up in his arms, hugged me tight and spun me around. “Oh how I’ve missed you, kitten.”

  “Me too,” I said as he set me down. My eyes glanced to Quinn and I saw a muscle in his jaw jumping as he ground his teeth in annoyance. “Now tell me where the fuck you were.”

  “Ah, those claws,” he said and kissed me. “That’s what I missed most about my kitten.”

  I looked at Quinn as we walked past, hand in hand, and tried to sort everything out in the short time it took to get to the house.

  I failed miserably.

  Chapter Twenty Four

  “You remember meeting Sergei,” Ryker told me as he uncorked a bottle of wine and poured the three of us a glass.

  “The Russian at your club?”

  “That’s the one,” he replied and sat at the kitchen table with us. He had frozen lasagna the chef had left behind in the oven and the aroma had my mouth watering. “So you might remember that he’d mentioned a rat during our visit.”

  “Yes,” I said and my eyes widened. “Who was it?”

  He grinned, looked at Quinn and back to me. “Me!”

  “You? What?”

  “What neither Quinn or I could tell was that I was undercover in the club. I had been for years trying to find the source of the illegal guns coming into the country. Busting up the biggest drug ring in federal history was just a side perk.”