“Yes,” he whispered, holding my head and forcing my lips back to his.
“I sucked him,” I told him, holding his head still and whispering over his lips. “I sucked him until he came in my mouth. That’s why you can taste him.”
Case groaned, his hands jerking me closer as though that was the hottest thing he’d ever heard. For whatever reason, it was far more intense than I’d anticipated.
When I finally released him, I was breathing hard. We both were. I held his stare and weighed my options for what came next. Talking seemed overrated right now, so I went with my instincts.
“I want you and Brax upstairs in my bed. Naked.” I didn’t look away. “No questions, Case. Just do what I say.”
He nodded, then peered around me. I knew Brax was still there, watching us, probably trying to determine what my next steps would be.
For the first time in a long time, I didn’t have a plan. I wasn’t mapping out a scene in my head, nor was I trying to decide which reaction I hoped to coax out of them. There was only one thing I wanted.
The two of them.
Laid bare.
The same way I was.
*
Case
(The pretty boy)
I HADN’T EXPECTED TO FIND Zeke and Brax when I came home. I certainly hadn’t anticipated finding Brax with his pants around his ankles while the two of them made out like teenagers.
Then Zeke was kissing me, calling me by my name. When he had pulled back to look at me, I’d noticed the light had returned in his eyes. I hadn’t been kissing the Sadist, I’d been kissing the man.
So, what had happened? Why had Zeke come home from work? And what prompted him to react like this?
I was still processing what he’d said. How he’d sucked Brax, made him come in his mouth. When Zeke said it, it seemed more like a revelation than a simple fact. And he’d been sharing Brax with me afterward.
Was I in some sort of alternate universe? Or maybe I was asleep. This could’ve been a dream or even a fantasy. God knew I’d been thinking about the two of them all damn day. Ever since I slipped out of the house seeking solitude so I could think. However, none of my thoughts had prepared me to find them like that.
While I was still in a daze from Zeke’s kiss, I managed to stumble up the stairs with Brax following close behind.
Once I was in Zeke’s room, I paused, staring around, wondering what would come next. Brax appeared in front of me and then he was kissing me. His chest slammed against mine, knocking me backward a few steps. Raw, unbridled passion poured off him in waves. Warmth infused me and not only lust. Emotions churned in my chest as I fought to catch up with what was happening.
“I love you, Case,” Brax whispered. “I need you to know that. I need you to know that’ll never change. No matter how much … I love Zeke, too.”
That twinge in my chest reappeared, but it wasn’t painful like this morning. It felt more like hope.
There were only two points in my life when I’d felt like this. The first had been after John’s death, when his dad had invited me over to his new apartment for dinner. I’d been so fucked up back then, completely shattered by losing John. I had needed something, someone who could keep his memory alive. That night had changed my entire universe, but not in a good way.
The second time was when I met Brax. From the first moment I met him, there had been something that drew me in, kept me tethered. I fell in love with him almost instantly.
Zeke had never given me that hopeful feeling because he’d always been up front with me. Not that I hadn’t done quite a bit of wishful thinking these past few weeks. And this morning, when Brax said it aloud, I’d realized that everything really had changed. Although it hurt to know Brax’s love was now divided between us, it was something I could accept. Provided we could have Zeke.
Was it possible to have everything I’d ever wanted? Because I could admit I needed what Zeke offered on a sadistic level, but I needed more than that. I didn’t want Zeke to fill one aspect of my life and Brax the other. My feelings for them weren’t separate, distinguishable. They had morphed into one. I wanted all of them, not just parts.
“I don’t know how this works,” I admitted.
I’d never been in a relationship like this one. Never fallen for two men before. Yet that was exactly where I found myself. I was a different person when I was with them. I didn’t hold myself responsible for the sins of my past, because everything that had ever happened had led me to this moment. To these men.
Footsteps sounded from behind me and I released Brax so I could turn and face Zeke. His eyes were roaming over us, probably taking in the scene. Uncertainty filled his gaze, and for a moment, I thought he would flee.
But he didn’t.
Zeke remained motionless, as though he wasn’t sure how to approach us or even what he wanted.
I decided to tell him. “If you’re coming into this room, we want Zeke. The man, not the Sadist.”
“How do you know they’re not one and the same?” he countered, but I could see the relief in his gaze.
“Because that sadistic side is only part of who you are. And we’ve spent plenty of time with him. But not with you.”
I had no desire to dominate him in any way, but I did want to be his equal for a little while.
Brax and I moved at the same time, inching closer to Zeke. He was still motionless, staring as though he couldn’t quite wrap his head around what was happening.
Without thought, I reached him first and slid my hand behind his head, pulling him down so that our lips brushed, lightly at first, but I didn’t linger, leaning in for a kiss and holding him to me.
Within seconds, his arms were around me, jerking me tightly against him, the heat from his body melding with mine. He walked me back toward the bed and I reached for Brax, wanting him there, needing him with us.
I broke the kiss and Brax picked up where I left off, his lips sealing to Zeke’s while I worked the buttons free from Zeke’s shirt. He shifted and moved, allowing me access to every part of him. His muscles were tense, but so were mine.
Minutes passed as the three of us alternated, finally managing to shed all the clothing that was keeping us apart. Vertical became horizontal as we spread out on Zeke’s big bed, limbs twining, mouths melding. Skin to skin had never felt this good.
I wasn’t looking for permission to touch or taste, I simply did what felt right. Brax and I managed to get Zeke onto his back before we kissed and licked every inch of his body. He started out rigid, but quickly relaxed. I wasn’t sure if it was the sensations overwhelming him or he actually trusted us, but I didn’t question it.
This was where we were meant to be. The three of us.
And I had every intention of taking full advantage of this situation. Because no one knew how long it would last.
THIRTY-FIVE
ZEKE
FUCKING HELL.
I had never felt anything as intense as this. Having both Brax and Case focused on me was more than I expected. My brain was trying to keep up, rioting against the new experience.
Admittedly, I was used to being in control. Here, with them, I felt anything but. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, not commanding and ordering them to be at my beck and call. Simply different. They were overwhelming my senses, forcing me to ignore that dominant part of myself. But I wasn’t sure what to do next. I couldn’t decide who to pull closer. I wanted them both at the same time, something I knew wasn’t even possible.
Or was it?
“Don’t you dare make me come,” I warned Brax when he took my cock in his mouth, sucking me roughly, as though he couldn’t get enough.
Christ. The cowboy had thrown me for a loop over the past few days. I’d seen a side of him I didn’t know existed. I had always suspected he was the strong, silent type, but it was his underlying need to take care of others that pulled me in, sucking me under, making me want so much more than I’d allowed myself to have.
Then th
ere was the pretty boy. And to be fair, there wasn’t anything pretty about him. He was ridiculously handsome, his face chiseled and lean, his body stacked with muscle. But underneath all that was a man who needed to be needed. Case was after something, but I wasn’t sure what.
Brax lifted his head, those deep green eyes locking on my face. “I don’t recall you being in charge right now.”
In an instant, I had him flipped onto his back, my bigger body pinning him down.
“For the record, I’m always in control. Even when I’m not.”
He smiled and I had no choice but to kiss him. Warm hands were suddenly on my back as he held me to him. I could’ve easily broken the hold, but I didn’t want to. Not yet.
When his knees cradled my hips, I broke the kiss. “You want me inside you? You want my cock?”
His head turned toward Case.
“Or do you want his?” I asked, chuckling. “Because it seems you’ve got choices now. But you don’t have a lot of time to pick.”
Brax laughed. “I don’t care,” he said, gritting his teeth when I dragged my dick against his. “Just someone fuck me, please.”
“I do like to hear you beg.” Leaning down, I kissed him again, but then I pushed myself up, kneeling between his legs.
Without warning, I grabbed Case’s head and dragged him closer, slamming my mouth to his. He moaned, inching toward me on his knees when I refused to let him go. His arm banded around my neck and he held me there.
Unlike Brax, Case hadn’t completely opened up. He’d certainly told me in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t giving his collar back and he refused to leave, but I got the feeling he would go where Brax went. I wanted that same loyalty. In fact, I wanted that for all three of us.
The room had warmed several degrees since we entered and with every passing second, the intensity was increasing.
Rather than making a verbal command, I broke the kiss with Case and pushed him so that he fell over Brax. I smacked his ass before launching off the bed to grab the lube from the nightstand.
When I returned, Case was sprawled on top of Brax, their mouths fused together, eager, desperate moans coming from both of them.
“Stay just like that,” I ordered before joining them.
I positioned myself behind Case, my eyes scanning the dragon tattoo briefly before I brought my attention back to the task at hand. With hurried movements, I squeezed a generous amount of lube in my hand and greased my cock. After tossing it up near Brax’s head, I used those slick fingers to penetrate Case’s ass.
Their lips broke apart when Case groaned, his knees widening to allow my fingers to sink in deeper.
“I suggest you two figure out how you want this to go, because in three seconds, I’ll be fucking one of you. You decide which.”
Case didn’t move but Brax reached for the lube.
“Oh, fuck,” Case groaned. “Oh, shit. Zeke … Brax …”
Yeah. With Brax now stroking Case’s cock and me finger-fucking his ass, I could see why he was getting all worked up.
“Looks like you’ll be sandwiched between us,” I told him as I pulled my fingers out and quickly pressed the head of my cock against his ass.
“Wait!” Case pleaded with a chuckle.
He sat up on his knees and it was then I realized he was getting in position to fuck Brax, who would be beneath both of us in the very near future. I hoped like hell Case could hold out, otherwise, Brax would bear the full impact of five hundred plus pounds of horny male.
“Okay,” Case said on a moan. “Fuck, you feel good.”
I knew he was talking to Brax as his ass clenched and he pushed his hips forward, sinking all the way into Brax.
Too worked up to wait, I shifted my weight, forcing Case forward before I lined up again. Exquisite pleasure shot through me when I pushed inside him, burying myself balls deep in his ass.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “So fucking tight.”
When Case tried to move between us, I planted my hand in the center of his back. “Don’t you dare move.”
He stilled.
“Let me do all the work.”
Gripping his hips to hold him in place, I retreated before slamming my pelvis forward. I drove into him, rocking him forward, causing Brax to moan.
“Fuck me,” Brax pleaded.
I gave them everything they asked for. Their grunts and groans never went unanswered as I plowed into Case, driving him forward before pulling his hips back as I retreated. My pace increased until my breaths were racing in and out of my lungs, my heart thundering in my ears. I’d done plenty of things in my lifetime, probably would do plenty more, but never had I fucked two men at the same time.
Granted, it wasn’t my dick buried in Brax, but I was the one in complete control. Their pleasure belonged to me and only me right now. I owned them in every way.
And strangely enough, they owned me right back.
Never in my life had I imagined this would be where I ended up. Having one submissive all to myself had been the ultimate goal. Someone to love me, someone I could love in return.
But with two … it was more than I had ever thought possible. More than I felt I deserved.
However, I wasn’t about to fight it. Not when I had the opportunity to experience twice as much as I wanted.
“Zeke … oh, fuck…” Brax cried out from beneath Case. “I’m gonna come. Please make me come.”
Case wasn’t talking, but he was moaning in earnest, his arm muscles bulging as he held himself up. I drove into him over and over, my balls drawing up as the urge to come hit me like a Mack truck.
I dug my fingers into Case’s hips. “Both of you better come right fucking now!”
I tried to hold out, but it was a wasted effort. It felt too damn good, especially when Brax’s hand came around and landed on my thigh. He pulled me closer, as though trying to get more of me through Case. I pumped my hips furiously until the rumble in my chest broke free, every nerve in my body firing as the sensations won out.
My release triggered theirs and the room erupted in deep rumbles. Unable to hold myself up, I collapsed forward, crushing Brax beneath Case. When he choked out a laugh, I fell over to my back. Case dropped to Brax’s other side as we all three fought for air.
I glanced over to look at them and I couldn’t help but smile.
“So…” Brax prompted as he gasped for air. “Can I assume we don’t have to leave now?”
I smiled up at the ceiling. “I would prefer you didn’t.”
I glanced over to see them both staring at me.
“What?”
Case smirked. “Okay, we’ll stay.” He laughed. “You drive a hard bargain, though.”
This time, I felt my smile deep in my soul. So far down, I knew for a fact that these two would be a part of me for as long as I lived.
God only knew how this would play out, but I knew this was what I wanted. They were what I wanted.
And I’d be damned if I allowed myself to get in the way any longer.
It was time for something real.
I only hoped they could handle me. The beast they’d unleashed… Yeah, I doubted they would know what hit them when it was all said and done because my love wasn’t wrapped in batting and encased in silk. No, they would get everything that I was.
The man and the ruthless Sadist.
*
Brax
(The cowboy)
Wednesday, November 7
THE FOLLOWING WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON, I received a text from Zeke in the middle of the day. I had gone over to Trent’s to prepare a few meals for the rest of the week so they would have something on hand should they need it. I’d spent a couple of hours laughing it up with Troy and Clarissa while Trent was off taking care of business for the new talent agency.
The text had been short and simple: Be home when I get there. Dinner ready. Something light. It’s gonna be a long night for you two. I’ll be there by six.
I had absolutely no idea what Zeke had
in store for me, but I didn’t care. I’d been too caught up on the fact that he continued to refer to his house as home when we spoke. It was an interesting twist that I was still trying to wrap my head around.
Although the three of us had come to a firm understanding that this thing between us wasn’t temporary and we weren’t willing to do the short-term, no-commitment thing any longer, not much had changed. We were still living with him, still sleeping under his bed when he commanded it.
Not that I was disappointed in any of that. Zeke was still the ruthless Sadist. He was still barking orders and tying us up or chaining us down. Whatever suited him for the moment. And we were willing participants.
However, I got the sense there was something on his mind. I couldn’t even begin to guess what it could be, but I had the sneaking suspicion it had to do with Case. Why I thought that, I wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the way Zeke looked at him from time to time. As though he was a cryptic picture he was trying to figure out.
Regardless, I was still looking forward to the time the three of us spent together. Even if a lot of that involved me being naked. Zeke was on a kick with that. He was constantly insisting that I walk around the house without any clothes. I feared that Jamie was going to stop by unannounced and get more than she bargained for. Thankfully, that hadn’t happened yet.
So, here I was, finishing up the prosciutto-wrapped chicken with garlic and herb cheese, something I’d been making for several years. Since Zeke wasn’t fond of rice or noodles, I added roasted corn as a side. Fast, simple. Hopefully it was as light as he’d requested.
Before I had started cooking, I’d shot Case a text, letting him know the plan although I figured Zeke had messaged him, too. He’d been doing that, little messages to get us to open up to him. I found this side of Zeke extremely appealing. Granted, I had a thing for the Sadist, too.
Case arrived a few minutes before Zeke. He had a smile on his face, the same as he’d had every day for the past week. He seemed happier now. But something was different about him, too. I couldn’t pinpoint it, and when I’d asked if he had something on his mind, he continued to tell me that he was free and clear for the first time in years. I didn’t know what that meant, but I hoped it was a good thing.
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