Foundations: The Power of Three Love Series

by Lennon, Leigh

  Rubbing my head, I simply replied, “Yeah, I’m fine. But do me a favor and grab some clothes. I need to talk to you both.” How could I concentrate with both of them naked in front of me?

  Daimen made his way to our closet, and when he walked out, he threw Ell a white T-shirt and me a pair of gym shorts. He started to pull his own shorts up over his beautiful cock. I hoped that was not the last time I saw it.

  “Okay, you handsome bastard, what’s up?” He settled in against the headboard of the bed, pulling Ell in close to him.

  I stood to pace, back and forth. In my mind, I knew what I must do, but, fuck, what if they hated me. “Babe, you okay?”

  “Um, yeah. But I gotta tell you something.” Ell and Daimen looked at one another, and back at me, both with their lips pressed in a fine line and eyes narrowing.

  “Fuck, it’s like a bandage. I’m just going to rip it off.” I paced some more and turned to them, the same fear on their faces. “When we were in need of a new architect, six months ago, her credentials spoke for themselves, but I didn’t want another situation of hiring the wrong person for the job. I searched her out on social media and realized then she was the girl from Savannah I’d never forgotten about. I’d wanted to start our life together, move forward, and have a family.” Not looking at either of them, I was afraid to see the disgust on their faces. “See, I knew once you saw how wonderful she was, you’d fall for her too.” My heart was thundering so hard, my train of thought all over the place. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t going to let this get as far as it did, but then the accident happened. I had to do anything for the both of you to give this—us—a chance.”

  I finally raised my eyes to look upon Daimen and Elliot. When they locked on mine, they were both laughing, hysterically. I looked down to see if I was sporting my morning wood, then looked in the mirror in front of me, in case I had a booger hanging out.

  My head twisted back to them, both of them still laughing like hyenas. “What the hell are you laughing at?”

  “We …” Ell couldn’t speak. “We …” Still laughing like hyenas in front of me. “Shit, funny man, we knew. Well, we had a feeling this whole time that this was your agenda.”

  “You fucking knew all this time, and you let me sweat bullets that I’d messed this up?”

  They looked at one another and back at me. In unison, they both replied, “Well, yeah,” Daimen admitted, “you sort of deserved it, but at the same time, I love you more.”

  I was pacing again, back and forth; unaware I’d been that obvious. “You mean, you knew, and you’re not pissed?”

  “Fuck, you’re so cute when you’re nervous.”

  “Adorable,” Elliot added.

  I turned, looking at them still laughing at me, and all I could do was attack them both, then hold on for dear life. It would be quite the ride with these two.

  61

  Arden

  The phone rang too fucking early—especially with all of us on fucking vacation. I didn’t like it, not one little bit, but Daimen pulled his bare ass out of bed. It had been a long night in our little playroom since he claimed he had to punish me for my dishonesty concerning Ell. Of course, that was several days ago, but he’d still been using it as an excuse. Plus, he added with a smirk that I enjoyed “said punishment” way too much, which was the truth.

  My gaze followed his nakedness when Ell babbled in her sleep. “Make the fucking beeping stop.” Lying back down, I spooned her when Daimen’s voice filled the quietness of our room.

  “What? Are you fucking kidding me, Scar? Shit.”

  I was too comfortable snuggled into Ell to leave the bed and was about to question him when Daimen continued, “I’m putting you on speaker, Scar, so Arden knows what’s going on.”

  “Mornin’, Arden.” Scar’s voice resounded through the phone. “Brock Spaulding wants to meet with you guys. He’s ready to commit to your deal. But there is the buyout to his contract and some other things he wants.”

  “That’s great,” I semi-whispered when Ell’s emerald eyes shot bullets at me when I accidentally woke her.

  “Not really,” Daimen droned on, pulling on a pair of boxers over his fine ass. “He wants to meet today.”

  Scarlet’s comforting voice was all I needed to understand she had everything under control. “But I got it figured out, Daimen. He wants to meet tonight. I re-booked your tickets. Ell is in the room, right?” she asked before she gave us anymore information.

  “Yeah, she’s here, Scar,” Daimen answered.

  “Oh, okay, I won’t give away any clues then.” Scar’s cackles could have been heard throughout the whole penthouse.

  “Ah, you bitch, Scarlet, us girls have to stick together,” Ell called out toward the phone.

  “Yeah, sorry about that, but orders are orders.” She continued to cackle. “Anyway, I have you on a flight this afternoon and booked at your favorite hotel for the night. Then I have changed Ell and Arden’s tickets too, meeting you in New York tomorrow and booked on a flight to your final destination the next day. See, problem solved, and you can snatch Brock Spaulding before your long vacation. Two birds—one stone, Daimen.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah, but it still fucking sucks,” my guy whined. “Okay, send me the details. I’m pretty much packed, so I can be out of here in thirty minutes. Send me a Town Car, please.”

  “Hell, this isn’t my first rodeo. And I’ll send you the info soon.” With that, the line was disconnected, and Daimen started to rush around our home when Ell and I rolled out of bed to help him.

  Without Spencer as part of the business, along with all the drama that unfolded, we needed the caliber of someone like Brock Spaulding. He was just not a wiz with numbers as a potential CFO, but he was also a PR guru. We had to spin the actions of our late business partner in a way that didn’t reflect poorly on us. But everyone wanted to land him. We’d been trying before the shit hit the fan with Spence, but now, maybe he thrived on drama.

  It wasn’t too long before Daimen was kissing us both goodbye. Before he left, he whispered something just for me to hear, and I could only grin from ear to ear. “Fucking fantastic idea, hon.”

  Of course, Ell tried to get me to spill yet another surprise he had for her, and I wouldn’t.

  * * *

  It was close to nine p.m. when Elliot found me in our room. She was still not fully moved into our penthouse and had been over at her condo grabbing some items for our trip. She wouldn’t let me accompany her. “I’m a grown ass adult. If I want to go to my old place by myself, fucking give me some space.” Though I’d sent someone from our security team. She didn’t like it, but she kissed me anyway and went on her way.

  She saw me fooling with the wires to the television in the room, and she cocked her head to the side. “What is this?”

  “Your surprise,” I stated as if it was the most obvious answer. I’d barely gotten everything hooked up when the handsome face of our man appeared on the screen.

  “Daimen.” Her eyes registered him, and the candles I’d lit in our room when the smug smile of our guy gave her the answer she had been wanting.

  “You and Arden tonight, little girl. That’s what I want, and I’m going to watch everything. But he’s in charge tonight. Not me. This is just for my viewing pleasure.”

  She twisted her body to me. “You ruled me that night, our first time together. You got the balls to do it again?” Fuck, this woman loved messing with us both. Daimen’s laughter was the backdrop of our moment, and I stepped in front of her, grabbing her by the chin.

  “Fuck yes, I do. But if I remembered right, you loved me taking charge.”

  Her head rotated slightly, searching out Daimen’s eyes, and with a large smile, her focus was back on me. “Yeah, I did. What should I call you, then?”

  “You called me big guy, if I remembered right,” I stated.

  “Then you can fuck me all night long, big guy.” A small smirk formed on her luscious lips, and my hands had never wanted t
o grab onto someone as they did with the declaration of her words.

  A whimper escaped Daimen’s mouth when I closed the distance between us, spinning her in my arms. Pulling off the wrap dress she had on was as easy as apple pie. I pushed her to the bed, then crawled over her. With my teeth, I removed her underwear. The juices were flowing from her, and with one swipe of my finger, it sounded like I was sloshing in sleet.

  “Fuck, I can hear her wetness,” Daimen interjected behind us.

  I’d grabbed the camera to give Daimen more of a bird’s-eye view. Winking at him, I then dug into our girl’s pussy, earning me a, “Fuck you, asshole,” from Daimen. But at the moment, it was just Ell and me. Her hands were massaging my scalp when her whimpers filled the room and pulled away instantly.

  She was obeying, which surprised the fuck out of me. She was letting me rule her, and my dick strained at the zipper of my jeans with that thought. “Knees, hot stuff, I need you on your knees.”

  “Doggie style, fuck yeah,” Daimen grumbled because it was one of his favorite ways to ride Ell. We’d only done it once with us building back up to our sex life since her accident.

  She pushed her little ass back in the right angle where I could push into her sweet little cunt without issue. With the first thrust, my girl squealed. “Fuck, if you don’t pound me …” But she stopped. “Sorry, I forgot for a split second. You have the floor.” Then she laughed at me. My girl loved being spanked as much as I did. A smack to her ass had her moaning, but she was not wrong. Speed and friction were going to be the factors in which I took her tonight. My hands roamed from the small of her back to her hair. Hell, how I loved to intertwine my hands in that hair and take further control of her body.

  Kissing her back between thrusts caused her to shiver, and she moved the camera to her tits just for Daimen. One more deep thrust and her orgasm ripped through her, making her clench around my cock like a vise.

  “Fuck, that was hot!” Daimen chimed in. “Um, I gotta go take care of myself. Go cuddle our girl. I’ll be back later. Love you both.” The Skype call ended, and Ell and I fell into a heap at the foot of our bed.

  “Fuck, that could almost rival our first night in Savannah,” we both claimed at the same time.

  Pulling her in tight to me, I kissed her ear, and a small whisper escaped my mouth. “As much as I wished I’d gotten your number that night, I wouldn’t do it over any differently because I may not have Daimen.”

  She cocked her head, slightly around where our eyes were locked on one another. “I couldn’t have said it any fucking better myself.”

  62

  Elliot

  I loved my men. There could be many ways to describe them. Daimen—grumpy, protective, sexy, controlling, jealous, unrelenting. His list could have been looked at in a negative way, but I never did. Every quality that made Daimen him were the elements I fell madly in love with. Then with Arden—funny, easygoing, caring, loving, spontaneous, and just like Daimen—sexy as sin. These men chose me for reasons I was still not aware of. But their love for me was overpowering and comforting all at the same time. Both Arden and Daimen had said there was power in three. With the three of us interlinked, attempting to open our suite, I sure as hell saw that power in full bloom.

  We were barely in the door after the long international flight before our clothes were thrown on the floor. Sure, this was not the first time we’d been together, but we were renewing everything we meant to one another in the here and now.

  “We don’t need to rush. I want to soak all of this up, burn it to memory, and make this night one to compare all nights to,” Arden declared.

  “We have all night, babe,” Daimen said, pulling Arden’s face toward him to greedily steal a kiss. My core temperature was rising by the second, and my men kissing was the cherry on the pre-orgasm sundae I was about to experience.

  Arden grabbed my chin. “We’re going to love you right, starting now. You’re our focus.” He kneeled, planting himself between my legs. I’d stifled a laugh, because I was getting attention in an area that had been neglected. That and the fact that I’d always referred to my womanly regions as if they were part of a map. Arden worked farther north, peppering kisses slowly down my pussy. Arden’s tongue forced open the lips to my nether region, and a moan escaped my mouth at his tender touch. Daimen’s mouth took in my full breasts and bit my nipples, eliciting a pleasurable pain.

  “This is all about you tonight, Ell. You’re our future. You’re our anchor, our everything.”

  “I want to see you both have this sort of pleasure too. Watching you together can make me come.” The thought left me breathless.

  “You know, you talking like that will make me come. Immediately!” Arden replied, his face wet with my juices.

  “We’re going to go slow tonight, and tomorrow, we have some plans for the day. The Eiffel Tower will be our first stop. Then we will spend a good majority of the day in bed together.”

  “Shut up. I don’t care right now. I want you both in me.” My demand was going to be challenged.

  “Hold on, Miss Bossy. Don’t you forget, I need to be in charge,” Daimen said, kissing my neck.

  “How could I forget? You remind me all the time,” I teased.

  “Ah, my little girl is back to her sassy self. I’ll find a way to shut that mouth, missy.” I’d say he was teasing, but with Daimen, I knew he wasn’t.

  “Sorry, hot stuff, you’ll get yourself in trouble with that mouth.” Arden laughed, unzipping my dress.

  “And what if I want to be?” It didn’t take but a second for Daimen to push me to my knees and unzip his pants. His large cock found passage to my mouth, and I engulfed him so quickly, his grunts made both Arden and me moan along with him.

  He exploded in me, and by the look on both men’s faces, it didn’t surprise them to see me swallow.

  Daimen pulled me to my feet and grabbed my face gently. “I love you, Ell. I love you so much, and I can’t think of anyone I would rather grow old with—you and Arden.” He leaned in to kiss me as his hands intertwined with Arden’s across my body.

  Falling on the bed, we laid together for several minutes, kissing and feeling each other’s bodies. Our intimacy rivaled sex. Well, almost. I gave Daimen the power he needed. His hand slipped down to my clit. I let my knees fall to each side, allowing him full access. Daimen looked at Arden and kissed him, whispering something in his ear gently before ascending his mouth to lick me fully. I moaned as Arden took my breasts in his mouth and sucked on my nipples, a feeling that was borderline painful, yet erotic in the same breath. My funny man looked at me and whispered, “Would you like us both in you at the same time?”

  My mind was screaming yes, but my body was screaming, “Hell no.” I’d never engaged in this kind of sex.

  “Honestly, it sounds both terrifying, yet sexy as hell at the same time.” My mind was going a mile a minute.

  “We’ll be careful with you. We’d never hurt you.” Daimen’s tender eyes locking in on mine was all I needed to see to believe him.

  “I want to feel you both inside me at the same time.” But I was still hesitant.

  “It actually is the closest we can be to feeling the three of us all together,” Arden explained.

  Daimen grabbed a pack of lube and generously squeezed it on my rear. “I’m going to walk you through everything. And if you want us to stop, just say so, got it?”

  “Yes,” I replied.

  “I’m serious, Ell, the second you want this to end, you’ve gotta promise me you’ll tell me. I never want to hurt you.”

  “I promise, caveman.” A wink solidified my words.

  “Our trust is the most important basis of our relationship,” Arden piped in.

  “I get it. Believe me, I get it. I love that you want to protect me.” And I never wanted to forget this.

  “Okay, Ell, I’m going to take one finger and work it into you.” He rubbed the lubricant around. “How does that feel?”

  How coul
d I describe it? I didn’t speak. I couldn’t speak for a good minute, letting my body relax into this. “Weird at first but not uncomfortable. Now it’s … um … yeah, don’t stop,” I pant out.

  “I’m going to try two fingers first, then move them in deeper. Okay?”

  “Yes, caveman, I trust you.” And I did, more so than I would’ve ever guessed.

  “Babe”—his demands were now to Arden—“work her clit but don’t let her come. I fucking mean it, you arrogant bastard.”

  My panting increased with both of them touching me. “It feels fan-fucking-amazing.” My words didn’t make sense, not one bit and it didn’t faze my men. They loved me losing all perception and awareness—because this was what they did to me.

  “Ell, how does this feel?” Daimen asked with three fingers in me, stretching me out.

  “So … good, shit,” I moaned and stuttered and stammered. This was what I’d been waiting for.

  “Okay, Ell, this is what’s going to happen. First, Arden will be on his back, waiting for you to slip onto him, but since he has had some stimulation first, I’m going in to you from behind. It may be a little awkward for a couple of minutes. Being uncomfortable and in pain are two separate things. Do you understand?” Hell, this man was business so often. He acted like this was an acquisition. In his CEO persona, I’d still let him fuck me silly.

  “Yes, I understand.” I kissed him gently and started to tear up. Daimen looked concerned until I clarified. “It’s not because I’m scared, just so overwhelmed by the love you two are showing me right now. I’m cherished by you both.”

  “That’s because you are, hot stuff. We love you.” Arden’s declaration was all I needed to hear.

  “Don’t forget about me—it may have been a long haul, but hell, you two—my world starts and ends with you both,” Daimen added, kissing me from behind.