by Harper West
“Can you fall for two at the same time?” Ronan had both of her hands in his now, and with a big smile on her face, she nodded.
“Yes, yes, I can.”
She kissed both of us, and Ronan mouthed the words ‘thank you’ when she excused herself from the table. I winked at him and finished up the food on my plate. Inside I was excited as hell and a little nervous as well. It was good to be nervous, though. She came back a few minutes later, and it was time to have some cake. Ronan put some coffee on while I pulled it out of the box.
“I still can’t believe they did this for me,” I said, laughing.
Alexia giggled as she shook her head. “It’s something you would do, Liam. And what kind of bakery would do such a thing?”
Ronan and I told her about the bakery, although we skipped over the bachelor party details. She probably suspected that I’d once been a womanizer, and I didn’t want to plant any seeds of doubt in her mind.
As we enjoyed cake and coffee, I decided that it was time I told her a little more about myself. "So, I know I've probably been a little less outward about my personal details."
She leaned comfortably in her chair and gave me a comforting smile. "I was letting you go at your own pace."
I rolled my shoulders. "I think I'm ready."
"Perfect, I'm excited to hear it," she replied, sitting up.
I looked out the window. “I grew up in this city, so it’s always been my home.”
“Are you close with your family?”
The way she was eating the cake was turning me on. Her lips smoothed down the fork, and her tongue slipped across her red lips. “Aye, yes I am. Especially my father. He was pretty strict with me, though. He wanted me to go attend college in the states, but my mom was happy that I stayed in Ireland.”
“As was I,” Ronan said.
I nodded and pointed my fork at Ronan. “That’s true, and if it weren’t for my mother, then we might not be having this conversation right now.”
All three of us laughed.
Alexia sat forward, putting her plate on the table. “What were you like in college, Liam?”
Ronan looked at me, wondering if I was about to tell her about my playboy days.
I cleared my throat. “Do you want the truth?”
“Liam, I’m sure you had your wild days where you slept with multiple women. I’ve never pegged you as a one-woman man.”
I smiled at her, then put my hand atop of hers. “Until now, love.”
Ronan rolled his eyes at me.
“Now that the cat’s out of the bag,” he said, “let me tell you about Liam.”
Ronan told her a few stories about my one-night stands. He didn’t sugarcoat any of it, either. Luckily, Alexia found the stories pretty funny.
“You got locked outside of your dorm naked?" she asked as she laughed wildly.
“C’mon, you know him by now. The guy hates wearing clothes.” Ronan winked at me.
I shook my hands in the air. “To clarify, I wasn’t out walking about naked. I had to use the bathroom down the hallway, and it was four in the morning on a weeknight. I didn’t think anyone would see me!”
“Liam, why didn’t you at least put on a robe?” She was giggling.
“You don’t always think straight when you’re inebriated,” I said, remembering just how wasted I’d gotten that night.
“That was the night with the O’Hare twins,” Ronan said.
I smiled and nodded, remembering that threesome.
“Oh, so you’ve had other threesomes?” Alexia seemed a bit disappointed, as though she wanted to be the first.
I couldn’t change the past, though. “Sweetheart, you may not have been my first, but I can honestly say that you are my best.”
I breathed a sigh of relief that had smoothed things over, then shot a look at Ronan, silently reprimanding him for mentioning it.
“Don’t mind me,” she said. “I’m not the jealous type. It’s just that I like you guys so much, and I want this to work out, you know?”
“So do we,” Ronan said. “Plus, I told you all about my ex and why I haven’t dated in so long. You have nothing to worry about with us. We want this just as much as you do.”
She sat back and smiled at us.
“Did I ever tell you about the time that I got caught streaking in front of a church?”
“Liam!” Alexia sat up, shocked at what I’d just said.
Ronan bellowed and sat forward, rubbing his hands together. “You’re gonna love this story."
Chapter 15
Alexia
As I sat there eating cake and drinking coffee, I kept trying to calm my nerves. Both Ronan and Liam were incredible men, and I was so lucky to have them in my life. What had started as a fling of sorts was quickly turning into a lifestyle. I had never dated more than one man at a time, and now two men wanted to officially call me their girlfriend.
I kept reminding myself that I should be less worried and more thankful. After everything I had been through those last few months, those two men had gone out of their way to make me feel normal again. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had cried about Conner. I had forgotten what sex was like with him after our first threesome.
Yet way in the back of my mind, as I sat there listening to Liam tell me his life story, were thoughts of my grandfather. I knew that he’d be so proud of me for keeping the shop running, but he probably never thought I would face losing it so soon. The investor made it clear that I could either become his trophy wife and continue running the bookstore, or I could sell it.
I couldn’t mentally afford to sell the place, not to mention the renovations it would take to make it suitable for the market. But the thought of being that man's bride made me sick to my stomach, especially after spending so much time with Ronan and Liam.
As Liam told another story about him being naked, I started feeling guilty about the bookstore. Neither one of them knew what could potentially happen. On the one hand, I knew that it wouldn’t make a difference in our new, committed relationship. No way would I even kiss that creepy investor, let alone marry him.
Yet on the other, it still felt like something they should know. Especially since we’d just made our situation official.
“Since my father knew the cop who arrested me,” Liam said, “They didn't even book me.”
“Sometimes I wish you had been arrested,” Ronan said, taking a bite of his cake. “Maybe then you’d learn to put your clothes on more.”
“C’mon now,” Liam said. “I would never have done such a thing unless I’d been drinking. And you were the one who left the party without me, Ronan.”
“Are you suggesting it’s my fault that you got undressed, ran down the street naked, and got arrested by your father’s best friend?” Ronan shook his head and laughed.
“You could've stopped me,” Liam said.
“I would have loved to have seen that,” I said, trying to keep my mind on the discussion at hand.
I finished the rest of my coffee and stood up, prepared to tell Ronan and Liam the secret I had been hiding. Before I could say anything, though, Liam shook his head, not realizing I was about to say something.
“Alright, enough of this opera crap.” Liam grabbed the remote and changed the station to Irish pop music.
Ronan rolled his eyes. “You need to be more cultured."
“And, you need to lighten up a bit!” Liam grabbed a bottle of champagne, popped it open, pouring all three of us a glass.
I immediately began drinking and dancing all around Ronan’s living room. Even though I was full from dinner, I still couldn’t resist eating more of the cake.
As I cut myself another slice, I swayed my hips back and forth to the music. It wasn’t the time to tell them about the bookstore. When it was, I would know and tell them everything. Maybe they would never have to know. Crazier things have happened.
Liam came up to me, and we started dancing together, but Ronan took that moment to clean
up from dinner. I watched as he rinsed off every plate, piece of silverware, loaded it into the dishwasher, then proceeded to wrap the cake up with foil carefully.
“He’s certainly very organized,” I said to Liam.
By that point, his body was right up against mine, pushing into it as we swayed to the music. It wasn’t long before I could feel his cock hardening against me.
“Like I said,” Liam replied, “opposites.”
“Shouldn’t we help him,” I whispered into his ear.
Liam shook his head no.“You can’t change him. He has a particular way of doing things.”
He started spinning me around in Ronan’s living room, teaching me dance moves I’d never even heard of, and I was having the time of my life. At one point, he picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, then looked up at Ronan.
“Why are you just standing there?” I asked.
Ronan was leaning against the wall, champagne glass in hand, smiling at us. They were right, neither one of them seemed to get jealous. Even though Ronan needed to loosen up a little bit, I could tell that he was happy.
“It’s not good to move around on a full stomach,” he said.
I walked over to him, slowly swaying my hips, then took his hands and grinned, enticing him out onto the makeshift dance floor.
All three of us huddled together, right there in Ronan’s living room, dancing to music and having a good time. Liam was in front, Ronan was in the back, and I was in the middle, a spot that I had become increasingly more comfortable over the last few weeks.
Baron had been right all along. I had never pictured myself in that type of situation, and yet I loved it. I owned my sexuality. If I wanted to be in a relationship with two guys, then I could be in a relationship with two guys. I could have all of the threesomes that I wanted. All that mattered was that all three of us were happy.
I kept checking to make sure both Ronan and Liam were still in good moods. I knew they said that jealousy wouldn’t be an issue, but I couldn’t help but worry about it. It was usual for men to be jealous in relationships. Maybe it was because they were such good friends or perhaps it took mature men to have that kind of relationship.
I excused myself to go into the bathroom and freshen up, but I just wanted to check my cellphone one last time. I kept thinking about the American investor all night. Not necessarily about him, he was gross. But about the situation. I knew I would be hearing from him at any point. Too much time had already passed without any word. Luckily he hadn’t called, so I could at least try to put it behind me the night. I touched up my hair and applied some more lipstick, then gave myself a once-over.
Conner never told me that I was attractive. Yet Baron and Ronan were continually showering me with affection. Maybe it would be that way for the rest of my life, all three of us together as a family. I shook the thought away. It was too early to think that way.
I made my way back out to the living room, finding the guys standing across from each other, dancing to the music, smiling, and laughing. They looked happy, as though everything that was happening was completely normal.
“Are you guys done with me so soon,” I asked, walking over.
Both of them whistled at me, and we got right back to dancing.
It didn’t take long for the giddiness to turn into sexual desire. By the fifth song, I was rubbing my ass up against Ronan, feeling his long shaft getting harder by the second. Seeing as how I was eye level with Liam’s groin and had felt it earlier, I was aware that he, too, was turned on.
Ronan picked me up for a kiss. I wrapped my legs around him and without even realizing it, ground my hips against his crotch. He let out a deep moan that sent heat flooding through me. I exhaled slowly, trailing my lip down his. He let me down, and I turned to Liam, doing the same to him.
Deciding to be bold, I made my way to the stairs, turned around, and motioned for them to follow me.
As I walked toward the bed, I slowly unzipped my minidress. I was down to my bra and panties by the time we got to his bed. Ronan eased me onto my back, kissing my mouth and neck while Liam slid off my stilettos.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, feeling Ronan's lips against my skin.
Both of them quickly undressed. I looked out the window to the street below. It was pretty empty, save for a few people walking by.
If they only knew what was happening right then. Ronan came up alongside the bed. Liam climbed on top of me, kissing me just as Ronan had and pushed his hardness against me.
“You are one amazing woman,” he whispered heatedly.
I reached out and ran my hands along Ronan’s shaft, teasing him as Liam kissed my neck.
I wanted to make foreplay lasts as long as possible.
“Let’s massage her,” Ronan suggested
Liam flipped me onto my stomach, and I felt their hands rubbing all over my back. Inch by inch, they worked their way down, kneading my tired muscles until they got to my ass. I felt both of their hands, one on each cheek, caressing and kissing them ever so lightly.
They used their joint strength and flipped me over, continuing the massage. Liam sucked on my right nipple while Ronan suckled my left. I closed my eyes and let them work me over, wondering how I’d gotten so lucky. All of it was happening because I needed to scare away some creep at a bar.
No. Don't even start to think about that guy.
It didn't take long to distract me, though. Ronan and Liam put their hands along the outside of my dripping mound, massaging and fingering me until I was sopping wet. All I wanted was to feel them inside of me. As they moved over my body, my eyes tilted toward the stary sky above. Ireland just might have been the best choice I ever made.
Chapter 16
Alexia
It was another day at the bookstore. While I would have liked to have had a few more customers come in, it also gave me a chance to clean up. The dark, hardwood floors were in dire need of a good sweeping. Baron took it upon himself to wipe down the windows, which were beginning to get a few streaks, and we had received a large shipment of books to shelve.
“You know,” Baron said, “when I was in high school, I was a Library Page. My job was to make sure that all of the books were in order.”
I could hear a sense of pride in his voice. “I bet there was never a book out of place."
“From the first moment I started that job, I knew that I wanted to work with books. Whether it was a library or a bookstore, it’s always been my calling. Well, that and chasing after hunky guys.”
“Yes,” I chuckled. “You certainly get excited whenever we get some attractive ones in here.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them came just because of me." He fanned himself and gave me a wink.
As he proceeded to describe his strict diet and exercise routine, I went over to the coffee maker.
“Baron, when was the last time this thing was washed?” The pot was empty, and the smell was absolutely horrid.
I took it into the break room and soaked it in some water. Then I opened up the fridge and gasped, seeing a bunch of containers with mold.
“Yeah, I should probably take that stuff home.” He reached in and took all of the containers, then shrugged. “Oops!”
“And here you are boasting about your diet, which apparently consists of food from days gone by.” I shook my head, and we both walked back out into the bookstore, which was still empty.
“Maybe if I had some help around here,” he said with a dramatic wave of his hand. “I mean, sometimes you just leave me here while you go off gallivanting with your two boyfriends. Which don’t get me wrong, you deserve it. But if this place falls apart, that’s on you, Missy!”
I rolled my eyes, and we both laughed.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I suppose I have been taking a lot of time off lately to be with them, haven’t I?”
“Speaking of which,” he said, moving onto the boxes of books, “how are things with the McHotties?”
“When y
ou say McHotties, I know it’s because they’re Irish, but I picture them as a food item from McDonald’s.”
He stood up perfectly straight and put one hand on his lower back, pointing back and forth. “A food item that both of us would order in a heartbeat! Hi, yes. I’ll have two McHotties, both with eight-pack abs.”
“We have to get you a McHottie, Baron. That’s the problem here.”
"Mhmm, tell me something I don't know." He waved his hand at me. “Enough with the chit chat woman, tell me. How are things going?”
“I was about to tell you all about them, now that it’s just the two of us.” I walked closer to him while sweeping. “We are officially a couple now.”
“All three of you?” His voice shrieked so high that once again, I had to plug my ears.
“Yes," I cringed. "But that might change if you continue to screech like dying bird. You’re making me go deaf.”
“This is amazing! It’s progressive, so 21st century, you know? Three people in a romantic, hot, and heavy between the sheets relationship!” He smacked his left hand on his thigh.
“We’re all so happy, too. We’re a family, Baron. Of course, all three of us live separately. But who knows what will…"
“You may not be able to have an official wedding since it’s all three of you, but you should still wear a white dress. Don’t worry, sweetie. I know plenty of local fashion designers, but we can go to France if need be.”
“France? Baron, you’ve gone mad! The three of us just made it official, and nobody’s talking about getting married. Besides, I don’t think I want to get married or have a ceremony. I just want to continue life as it is.”
“Honey,” he said, smacking his lips. “If guys like Liam and Ronan want to make it official, you better put a ring on it. Or, in your case, two rings. How would that work, actually? Would you have a wedding ring set on both hands?”
He held his hands out.
I swatted them down. “Would you stop! That’s not going to happen. And even if it did, I wouldn’t want it to be some big spectacle. Right now, I just want to keep doing what we’re doing. I’m tired of rushing things, just like I did with Conner. I want to live in the moment, see what happens.”
